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Updated: May 8, 2025
And she was thirsting, as only a mother can, for the story of it. "So. Marcel him say. An-ina listen." Keeko had beaten the winter where Marcel had failed. But then Keeko's journey had been southward towards the sun, where the forest sheltered, and the river pursued a deep-cut course to the westward of the great hills supporting the wind-swept plateau of Unaga.
For the first time he noticed how deep-cut were the lines that indicated care, anxiety and worry. A sudden remorse seized him. "I am awfully sorry, sir," he said, "I have not been of much help to you." Maitland waved his hand as if dismissing the suggestion. "Now you know nothing of the financial side, but you do know men and you can handle them.
Every one trembled before that face, almost as broad as it was long, on which, in spite of its roundness, there was as little human-kindness as on that of Henry the Eighth, whom Calvin greatly resembled. Sufferings which gave him no respite were manifest in the deep-cut lines starting from each side of the nose and following the curve of the moustache till they were lost in the thick gray beard.
To his amazement instead of finding the markers they had set, he found that they had been removed, and in their places some one had cut off saplings and marked the stumps of them with deep-cut notches. "It's that rascal, Sandy Ketcham," declared Darwood in a strained voice, when Tad reported his discovery. "He's been on our trail for nearly three years, and now he's got us!
You tell him I say so," and he pouched his discounted piece of evidence and turned and went, leaving Nance with a heavy heart. For, as Peter said, she knew what the Sark men were a law unto themselves, and slow to move out of the deep-cut grooves of the past, but, once stirred to boiling point, capable of going to any lengths without consideration of consequences. And therein lay Gard's peril.
We had our lunch in a room opening upon the town-gate, adorned with a deep-cut Pisan arch enclosing images and frescoes a curious episode in a place devoted to the jollity of smugglers and seafaring folk.
Le Pelley, was away or he would undoubtedly have been there too. In his absence the Sénéchal conducted the proceedings. In the front row of school-desks, scored with the deep-cut initials of generations of Sark boys, sat the dead man's widow, tense and quivering, her eyes consuming fires in deep black wells, her face livid, her hands clenched still as though waiting for something to rend.
Presently, by the side of the path, one comes to an object which seems romantically in keeping with the general character of the scene a long block of stone, lying among the grasses and the wild geraniums, on which, as one nears it, one descries carved scroll-work and quaint, deep-cut lettering. Is it the tomb of dead lovers, the memorial of some great deed, or an altar to the genius loci?
She stood before her moulding board weighing out chopped raisins, currants, flour, butter, and all the other ingredients that go to make a fruit-cake. The deep-cut frown between her eyes, the worried expression, and the tightly-shut lips told their own story.
The word was passed along the line of sleeping men and one by one they dropped back into the deep-cut trench. The red fire danced and crackled only a few yards outside the flame-lit space came the dark forms of men creeping through the rough grass like snakes. The attack was a fiasco, the fighting was all over in ten minutes.
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