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"It was the funniest thing, Bob, I ever saw in my life neither Ruth's ride on the cow the other day nor her experience with Jerry this morning could compare with the way that old Scotchman hopped around, waving his shovel in one hand, the turtle dangling from his nose, and swearing like a pirate."

They drove home with the boots standing side by side on the seat in front of them. Mr. Jobson got out first and knocked at the door, and as soon as it opened Mrs. Jobson pattered across the intervening space with the boots dangling from her hand. She had nearly reached the door when Mr.

The great, red, double-eagle, so long familiar to him as dangling from the documents that were forever in the hands of his father: where was it? Besides, the whole thing was unofficial. There was neither heading nor arms. It was a hoax a trick possibly of Laroche, or Ostrovsky, or some other of that formal, jealous lot.

He had prayed that he might have strength to support the girl-widow in this interview; and he found himself suddenly giving way before her, sobbing like a child; while Elinor looked on tearlessly from afar, dangling the tassel of the window-blind in her hand. When at length he somewhat mastered his grief and looked up, she had come quite close to him, but she did not speak.

These signs which are so plentiful, in shape like river buoys, or small balloons, hoisted by cords to poles, and dangling there, announce, as you may see by looking up, 'OYSTERS IN EVERY STYLE. They tempt the hungry most at night, for then dull candles glimmering inside, illuminate these dainty words, and make the mouths of idlers water, as they read and linger.

"I confess," continues the old woman, her little, light-brown curls dangling across her brow, and her face crimsoning, "I would like to be a princess." "You can," rejoins the former speaker, his fingers wandering to his chin. "Well! I have my beadle-beadles, I take, are inseparable from royal blood-and my servants in liveries.

Even this make-shift was short-lived, for in 1868 the class of '70 erected a "gymnasium in embryo" described by a graduate of '75 as "two uprights with a cross-beam and ropes dangling from eye-bolts the remains of some prehistoric effort towards muscular development," which was to be found "back of the Museum"; otherwise the old North Wing.

The horses were pulled, all standing, one way and another. Rolls of film were exposed and replaced by fresh ones. The rhino sulked and stormed and charged in turn. At the end of the fourth hour Loveless had one short length of light line left. The rest of the ropes were dangling, broken, from the rhino's legs and neck as he stood at bay over the ruins of the ant-hill.

When did pop fish him out? Was he dead? Why did he lay like that and not move or speak sho'! This and much more was flung at Mr. Cavendish all in one breath, and each eager questioner seized him by the hand, the dangling sleeve of his shirt, or his trousers they clutched him from all sides. "I never seen such a family!" said Mr. Cavendish helplessly.

Observe him any afternoon, as he passes down Piccadilly, sullenly, with his shoulders humped, and his hat clapped to the back of his head, and his cigarette dangling almost vertically from his lips. It seems only appropriate that his hat is a billy-cock, and his shirt a flannel one, and that his boots are brown ones.