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Updated: May 28, 2025
You rejoice in a "deep-driven plow" but if there was to be no harvest, your straight, full furrows would be little comfort. You rejoice to build a stanch and beautiful house, but if you knew it was to stand forever vacant, joy would go from your task. An end work must have. One does not keep house for its own sake.
Undeceived by this apparent docility, the cowboy, when the time came for him to bunk down under the chuck wagon for a few hours of sleep, tethered his mount quite securely to a deep-driven stake. Before the cattleman had taken more than a round dozen of winks the black had tested his tether to the limit of his strength. The tether stood the test. A cow pony might have done this much.
"Hanged himself on the staple above the door, yonder." "Oh!" said she again, and cast a fearful glance towards the deep-driven, rusty staple. "The country folk believe his spirit still haunts the place," I went on, "and seldom, or never, venture foot within the Hollow." "And are you not afraid of this ghost?" "No," said I. "It must be very lonely here." "Delightfully so."
And yet there was something strange something monstrous in the old man's venomous temper. After all his bribes, after all his tyranny, did he still feel something in Faversham escape him? some deep-driven defiance, or hope, intangible? He seemed indeed to be always on the watch now for fresh occasions of attack that should test his own power, and Faversham's submission.
Groping amid the leaves I found that I sought a stout staple deep-driven between the bricks with above this another and yet other again, the which formed a sort of ladder whereby, as a boy, I had been wont to come and go by night or day as I listed. It was a fair-sized chamber, and the moonlight, falling athwart the floor, lit upon a great carven bed brave with tapestried hangings.
Give her wounds water: I will bathe them and catch on my lips the last breath that haply yet lingers. So speaking she had climbed the high steps, and, wailing, clasped and caressed her half-lifeless sister in her bosom, and stanched the dark streams of blood with her gown. She, essaying to lift her heavy eyes, swoons back; the deep-driven wound gurgles in her breast.
He saw before him the sinuous movement of her strong young body. He realized the living perfume of her, clean and fresh, faintly aromatic as of pine in the sunlight, and violets in the shadow. Antoine Marceau busied himself about the cook-house. He did not speak of Aurore again, not even when his eye rested on the paper doll skewered to the door by the deep-driven knife.
With equal promptness Ned Gancy, having the halyards still in hand, hoists away, the sheet is hauled taut aft, the sail instantly fills, and off goes the boat, like an impatient steed under loosened rein and deep-driven spurs off and away, in gay careering dance over the water, quickly leaving the foiled, furious giants far hopelessly far in the wake!
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