Her number two falters jars recovers again and pulls stubbornly on. Their "shot" is fired! They can do no more! Done! And so are we! Takia drops the yoke ropes and leans forward on the gunwale! Oars jar together! Big Jones bends forward with his mouth wide wide! Done! But not before a hush a solitary pistol shot then roar of voices and shrilling of steamer syrens tell us that the Cup is ours!
The drowsing heads, fuddled with weariness, wrestle clumsily with the problem, "How is he to get through the stove without burning himself?" Reason falters and Faith triumphs. It would be done somehow, and then the reindeer would fly to the next house, and the next, and so on, and so on. The mystic hour draws near.
Never a letter began with more tender words or in a sweeter spirit; but all sounds so precise and awfully solemn that the voice of the reader falters; tears fill the eyes of the mother and sisters; the father turns pale; little Sam looks frightened and grips his mother's arm, while Josiah sobs aloud.
Hartley and the court people of France and that he had secured another loan. "Solomon is a man of faith. He never falters. "He said to me: 'Don't worry. That gal has got a backbone. She ain't no rye straw. She's a-goin' to think it over. "Neither spoke for a time. We sat by an open fire in front of his tent as the night fell. Solomon was filling his pipe.
"He was the Governor." She sunk back overcome with astonishment. The Sheik recalled her directly. "Prince Mahommed," he said, "arrived at the Castle when the boats were discovered, and hastened to the landing to render assistance if the peril required it.... And now, O Princess, my tongue falters. How can I without offending tell of the excitement into which seeing you plunged him?
His devoted follower never falters in his dutiful imitation of his benefactor. Toby proves by his actions that he appreciates the advantages of the situation, and in his simple way makes some return for the pleasures he enjoys.
"With whom?" the child falters anxiously, her little heart beating a frantic tattoo as she awaits his answer. "With me, Doretta." "With YOU, daddy?" she exclaims, hardly daring to believe her ears. "Yes, with me; with your daddy." "Oh, daddy, DADDY!" she cries, her little arms about his neck, her kisses covering his face. "Oh, daddy, my own dear daddy! When shall we start?"
I cannot, at least, concur in that definition of a moral character, upon which no operation of Divine grace has been expended, for its raising or its beautifying, which accepts that of the pagan Indian as its highest expression; and, distinctly, hesitate to affirm that a high moral instinct inheres in the Indian, or that such is permitted to dominate his mind; and, when I find one of these very writers who claim for him a high inborn morality, discovering in him such indwelling monsters as revenge, mercilessness, implacability, the affirmation falters not the less upon my tongue.
Whatever he sacrificed, it was not actuality. His draughtsmanship never falters, his touch is never infirm. I have seen his portraits of Verlaine, Daudet, Edmond de Goncourt, Geffroy, of the artist himself and many others. The Verlaine is a veritable evocation. It was painted at one séance of several hours, and the poet, it is said, did not sit still or keep silence for a moment.
She who sits on the throne with Robin must be a princess by birth or the grip on the sword of destiny is weakened and the dynasty falters. I know what is in your mind. You are wondering why our Prince should not wed one of your fabulously rich American girls " "My dear Count," said King warmly, "I am not thinking anything of the sort.