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Updated: May 24, 2025
You ought to be right out with the bunch, egging 'em on." "Oh, I guess no one has any use for me," said Glen disconsolately. "I guess I might as well go back to the school." "To the school! And leave me in the lurch?" "You don't need me any more. You don't tell me anything." "What haven't I told you, boy?"
The consequence was that the latter were getting close up and able to make out that a fierce fight was going on between Slegge and Glyn Severn, the former seconded by Burney, the latter by the young Prince. There was no shouting, no sound of egging on by the juvenile spectators, only an intense silence, punctuated by a hoarse panting sound, the trampling of feet, and the pat, pat, of blows.
"'Bryan, said I, 'I scorn a moral circumbendibus where the direct truth is necessary; I have heard it said, and I fear it is burthened wid too much uncomfortable veracity, that Kathleen Cavanagh has donned the black cap* in doing the judicial upon you, and that she considers her sentence equal to the laws of the Medes and Persians, unchangeable or, like those of our own blessed church wid reverence be the analogy made altogether infallible. His eye blazed as I spoke; he caught me where by the collar wid a grip that made me quake 'Another word against Kathleen Cavanagh, he replied, 'and I will shake every joint of your carcass out of its place. His little sister, Dora, was wid him at the time; 'Give him a shake or two as it is, she added, egging him on, 'for what he has said already; throth she's a lively little lady that, an' if it wasn't that she has a pair of dark shining eyes, and sweet features ay, and as coaxin' a figure of her own however, sorra may care, somehow, I defy any one to, be angry wid her."
No doubt, it is singular to see a Britannic Majesty neglecting his own Spanish War, the one real business he has at present; and running about over all the world; busy, soul, body and breeches-pocket, in other people's wars; egging on other fighting, whispering every likely fellow he can meet, "Won't you perhaps fight? Here is for you, if so!" hand to breeches-pocket accompanying the word.
The sea, the wood, the meadow cannot compete with the mountain in egging on the mind of man to incredible efforts of expression. The songs, the rhapsodies, the poems, the æsthetic ravings of mountain worshippers have a dionysian flavour which no other scenery can impart. Yesterday I left the turmoil of a conference in Geneva and reached home amongst my delectable mountains.
They would range themselves on a slope of hills, as near as possible to the "battlefield," and often above the bellowing guns, above the colonel's command, above his own shrill bugle calls, Billy could hear Bert Hooper and Tommy McLean egging him on, sometimes with jeers, sometimes with admiration, telling him to "Look up plucky now, Billy, and don't stop your ears with your fingers!"
The three assailants, Ralph Blackadder behind egging them on, had thrown themselves upon Basil, who stood sturdily at bay with his back to the wall, daring them to come on, and prepared to strike out at the first man who touched him. "At him! Give it him! Throw him out!" cried Ralph passionately.
So when we consider how easily it can be preserved in Labrador, and how beneficial its preservation is to all concerned, we can understand how the wanton destruction going on there is quite as idiotic as it is wrong. Take "egging" as an example. The Indians, Eskimos and other beasts of prey merely preserved the balance of nature by the toll they used to take.
Can you get a deal through between Giles Henderson and Adam Hunt? With all my other work, I've had to go into this myself. Hunt hasn't got a chance. Bascom and Botcher are egging him on and making him believe he has. When Hunt gets into the convention and begins to fall off, you've got to talk to him, Vane.
It wasn't easy with everybody egging me on but I stuck it out, and at the last along came your father ... I'd like you to have something like that, Peter, and your son coming to you the way you came to me, like it was through a cloud of glory...." He looked up presently on her silence, silver tipped now with the hope of renewal, and he saw her as a man sometimes when he is young and clean, sees his mother, the Sacred Door ... and he did not observe at all that her hands were berry stained and the nails broken, nor that her cheek had fallen in and her hair gray and wispy.
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