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Updated: May 12, 2025
'Musha, indeed, sir, your coat looks no better than a withered dock-leaf. 'Maybe, then, says he, 'it will be different now, and he struck the eye next him with a switch. Friends, she never saw a glimmer after with that one till the day of her death. 'Legendary Fictions of the Irish Celts, by Patrick Kennedy.
With a laugh and toss of her head she unpacked her own basket and laid her contribution to the feast on the flat rock the pie on a green dock-leaf, which she reached over and pulled from the water's edge, and the cake on the pink napkin the only sign of city luxury in her outlay.
"That's how we've been getting on at Bryngelly, Mr. Bingham," Mr. Granger said presently, "starving, pretty well starving. It's only you who have been making money; we've been sitting on the same dock-leaf while you have become a great man.
The painter is gone; the grasses and the flowers are renewed with the summer. As I stood by the brook a water-rat came swimming, drawing a large dock-leaf in his mouth; seeing me, he dived, and took the leaf with him under water.
When I came to myself again, my hands were full of young grass and mould, and a little girl kneeling at my side was rubbing my forehead tenderly with a dock-leaf and a handkerchief. "Oh, I am so glad," she whispered softly, as I opened my eyes and looked at her; "now you will try to be better, won't you?"
The dittany and plantain, like the golden-rod, nicknamed "wound-weed," have been used for the healing of wounds, and the application of a dock-leaf for the sting of a nettle is a well-known cure among our peasantry, having been embodied in the old familiar adage: "Nettle out, dock in Dock remove the nettle-sting,"
The great blackberry canes grew six or seven feet high. They generally cut one path through in the early summer. The long branches made arches overhead. The little girl pinned a big dock-leaf with a thorn and made a cup. When it was full she emptied it into Jim's pail. They were such great, luscious berries that they soon had it filled. Then they sat down and rested.
"If it is the Lady Cleone you wait for, she is gone!" said Youth, quick and impetuous. "Ah!" sighed Mr. Chichester, viewing Barnabas through narrowed eyes, "gone, you say? But then, young sir," here he gently poked a dock-leaf into ruin, "but then, Cleone is one of your tempting, warm, delicious creatures! Cleone is a skilled coquette to whom all men are men. To-night it is you, to-morrow " Mr.
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