Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 21, 2025
The guardian waited ill-enduring till evening came; boiling with wrath was the barrow's keeper, and fain with flame the foe to pay for the dear cup's loss. Now day was fled as the worm had wished. By its wall no more was it glad to bide, but burning flew folded in flame: a fearful beginning for sons of the soil; and soon it came, in the doom of their lord, to a dreadful end.
Another cup of tea, Mr. S-Harry, I mean?" Harry started on being thus unexpectedly addressed. "Yes, if you please that is thank you no, my cup's full already, Kate!" "Well, well," broke in Mr. Kennedy, senior, "I see you're all leagued against me, so I give in. "If the business you speak of," began Charley, "is not incompatible with a cigar, I shall be happy to "
The main bearin's screamin' again," he wailed. "Oil cup's empty. Ain't I drilled it into your head enough, Scraggsy, that she'll cry her eyes out if you don't let her swim in oil?" He grasped the oil can and, in order to test the efficacy of its squirt, shot a generous stream down Captain Scraggs's collar. "That for them rotten eggs, you miser," he growled. "Heraus mit 'em!"
Red Wull jumped down from the table, and, in doing so, brushed against the Cup. It toppled* over on to the floor, and rolled tinkling away in the dust. And the little man fled madly out of the house, still screaming his war-song. *N.B. You may see the dent in the Cup's white sides to this day. When, late that night, M'Adam returned home, the Cup was gone.
"You don't expect me to go down on my knees to you, do you? The cup's worth twopence." "It isn't the value I'm thinking about, it's the carelessness." "It's only the third thing I've broken since I've been here." If Nora had been in a calmer mood herself she would not have been so stupid as to attempt to palliate her offense.
The well-stones had the obelisk shape of the minarets, in miniature; and Negroes freed slaves of the rich M'Zabites running back and forth in pairs, to draw the water, were mere struggling black ants, seen from the cup's rim. The houses of the five towns were like bleached skeletons, and the arches that spanned the dark, narrow streets were their ribs.
Now the settler's cabin was like that of my father, on the shore of a pond. It was round, as a cup's rim, and a mile or so in diameter. Opposite the cabin a trail came to the water's edge, skirting the pond, save in cold weather, when it crossed the ice. They waited for a night when their tracks would soon disappear.
"The first time ever the Dale Cup's been won outright!" said the Parson, "and I daresay it never will again. And I think Kenmuir's the very fittest place for its final home, and a Gray Dog of Kenmuir for its winner." "Oh, by the by!" burst in the squire. "I've fixed the Manor dinner for to-day fortnight, James. Tell Saunderson and Tupper, will you? Want all the tenants there."
And, crossing himself, chalice in hand, with the paten once again below his chin, he drank all the precious blood in three draughts, never taking his lips from the cup's rim, but imbibing the divine Sacrifice to the last drop. Vincent had risen to fetch the cruets from the credence table.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking