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Upon this a cry arose of 'Turn him out! But Coleridge interfered to protect him; he insisted on the man's right to hiss if he thought fit; it was legal to hiss; it was natural to hiss; 'for what is to be expected, gentlemen, when the cool waters of reason come in contact with red-hot aristocracy, but a hiss? Euge!
“A friend, a Hellene—my speech tells that. Take me to Leonidas. I’ve a story worth telling.” “Euge! Master ‘Friend,’ our general can’t be waked for every deserter. We’ll call our decarch.” A shout brought the subaltern commanding the Greek outposts. He was a Spartan of less sluggish wits than many of his breed, and presently believed Glaucon when he declared he had reason in asking for Leonidas.
He stooped and drew a stopper of clay from the lion's mouth, and at once a stream of water broke through and flashed into the trough. 'Euge! Macte virtute, puer! cried Castus in delight; ''tis a superb fountain head!
“Poetry doesn’t win the pentathlon,” retorted the king; then suddenly he seized the athlete’s right arm near the shoulder. The muscles cracked. Glaucon did not wince. The king dropped the arm with a “Euge!” then extended his own hand, the fingers half closed, and ordered, “Open.”
“She will be alongside then in a moment,” was his answer, “and the beak is gone?” “Gone, and ten of our best rowers are dead.” Themistocles drew down the helmet, covering his face. “Euge! Since the choice is to grapple or fly, we had better grapple.” The governor shifted again the steering paddles. The head of the Nausicaä fell away toward her attacker, but no signal was given to quicken the oars.
He has died in November. `Not at all the time of lilies, said the scorners. `Go to! says Camilla; `it is the lilies of France I meant, and it seems to me they are close enough under your nostrils. I say, `Euge, Camilla! If the Frate can prove that any one of his visions has been as well fulfilled, I'll declare myself a Piagnone to-morrow."
"Kyrios," rejoined Demetrius, "the man who survived assures me that the verses at least were wretched, though your excellency was a very good wrestler." "Euge! Bravo!" cried Cæsar, and all the company joined in. "I must take a few of your men back to Rome, for we need critics for our rough Latin versifiers." Drusus, as soon as the laugh passed away, arose, and addressed his chief:
Hare gave his hearty Euge; adding that if his own curacy happened then to be vacant, he should be well pleased to have Sterling in that office. So they parted.
A highly gratifying bit of news to his Majesty; who answers emphatically, EUGE! and directs that the Law Hercules proceed now to the other Provinces, to the Kur-Mark, now, and Berlin itself, with his salutary industries.
“Euge!” grunted the chief. “So you wish me to believe you a victim of fate, and trust your story? The pass is turned, you say? Masistes the seer said the libation sputtered on the flame with ill-omen when he sacrificed this morning. Then you come. The thing shall be looked into. Call the captains.” The locharchs and taxiarchs of the Greeks assembled. It was a brief and gloomy council of war.
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