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Updated: May 5, 2025
The conductor leaped upon the platform. The train stood still. Heads were thrust out of the windows. A few passengers alighted. Brakemen ran along the platform. "All aboard!" shouted the conductor, waving his hand to the engineer, who was leaning out of the cab window watching for the signal. "Ding-dong, ding-dong, puff, puff, toot, toot," and the train was off.
Now we'll see a ding-dong finish, if the Black doesn't show a streak of yellow. Dutchy's got him," he added, as through his glasses he saw them swing into the straight, neck and neck. "Clever Mr. Westlev!" for Diablo's rider, having the rail and the lead, had bored out slightly on the turn, so as not to cramp the uncertain horse he rode, and carried The Dutchman wide.
One of the greatest nuisances in Macao is the perpetual ringing or tolling of church-bells, day and night: as soon as one stops, another begins; and the sleep-killing ding-dong is kept up at a rate that, in the warm nights of summer, is enough to drive a stranger frantic.
Ah, lightly we spring the fire to raise, Till the rafters glow with the ruddy blaze; Those merry sleigh-bells, our hearts keep time Responsive to their fairy chime. Ding-dong, ding-dong, o'er vale and hill, Their welcome notes are trembling still.
"It is all very commonplace, I assure you," said the man, "but it takes money to buy them." "And yet," philosophized the lady, "if we are dissatisfied in our prosperity, what must a life be that contains nothing?" Ding-dong, went the bells. Tramp, tramp, went the feet of the big world outside.
He was very angry at his superior's politic compliance with the priest's scruples, and every day begged the commandant to allow him to sound "ding-dong, ding-dong," just once, only just once, just by way of a joke.
True he felt a vague discomfort at the heart; but he knew that in a minute he should wake up to find mother's eyes smiling into his, and her laughing voice saying, "My dear boy, what have you been dreaming about?" The boats were drawing nearer again, wary as hunters drawing on a dying lion. Old Ding-dong heard them, and smiled.
It excited beyond bearing dozens of little boys being buttoned into refractory overcoats. Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Mothers' fingers trembled when they heard it, and mothers' voices cried: "If that is the second bell, the children will never be ready in time! Where are the overshoes? Where are the mittens? Hurry, Jack! Hurry, Jennie!" Ding-dong! Ding-dong! "Where's Sally's muff?
Scenes of his childhood, incidents of his youth, the faces of his favorite pupils since the beginning of his career as a teacher, the death of his mother, the breakfast he had eaten that morning, all passed before him in quick succession, and mingled together without becoming confused; while as a musical accompaniment, there kept sounding in his ears the verse of Valaoritis in "The Bell": "Ding-dong!
"That's our sort aboard the Tremendous, sir. We're the halleloojah lads to fight. And what we are, old Ding-dong made us." "Who's old Ding-dong?" asked the boy, breathlessly. The Gunner shot a finger at the block-of-granite figure forward. "That's the man as won the battle o the Nile," he whispered with husky magnificence. "And ere's the man that elped him." He bowed with wide hands.
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