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The hearse started at a foot's pace; the carriages moved slowly after. In the first went old Jolyon with Nicholas; in the second, the twins, Swithin and James; in the third, Roger and young Roger; Soames, young Nicholas, George, and Bosinney followed in the fourth.
Just then a gig emerged from one of these byroads, and took the same direction as the pedestrian. The road was rough and hilly, and the driver proceeded at a foot's pace; so that the gig and the pedestrian went pretty well abreast.
No, friend, when Æacus gives a man his allowance of space and it never exceeds a foot's breadth, he must be content to pack himself into its limits.
I have never seen a well-whipped rooster run from his foe, without thinking of Foot's advance. Darkest of the dark omens for the slave, in that dark day, was the defalcation of Daniel Webster.
Perhaps after all he was not so bad even Tim had said perhaps he was going to take them home! They looked up at him doubtfully. "If you don't mind, please," said Duke, "us'd rather go home. It doesn't matter about the bowl, for sister's foot's so sore and it's getting late. I'll give you all the money oh please, where have you put my money-box?"
She sat suddenly upright, with one hand on the arm of her chair, as if ready to rise and cut off his retreat. "Wait," she said. "Have you any idea what you are going to do?" The question held him within a foot's length of her chair, where the light fell full on his face. "I only know I'm not going back to the shop." "You were in earnest, then? It really has come to that?"
The police went at a foot's pace, yet nothing appeared save an occasional drop of blood upon a stone and the trail of the object dragged upward on the previous night. "He must be a Samson," said Mark. "Consider if you or I had to pull a solid, eleven-stone man in a sack up here." "I could not," admitted the inspector. "But it was done.
And I think but that's between you and me that it 's going to be the same thing right over again between that young gentleman and this young girl here if she doos n't kill herself with writing for them news papers, it 's too bad they don't pay her more for writing her stories, for I read one of 'em that made me cry so the Doctor my Doctor Benjamin said, "Ma, what makes your eyes look so?" and wanted to rig a machine up and look at 'em, but I told him what the matter was, and that he needn't fix up his peeking contrivances on my account, anyhow she's a nice young woman as ever lived, and as industrious with that pen of hers as if she was at work with a sewing-machine, and there ain't much difference, for that matter, between sewing on shirts and writing on stories, one way you work with your foot, and the other way you work with your fingers, but I rather guess there's more headache in the stories than there is in the stitches, because you don't have to think quite so hard while your foot's going as you do when your fingers is at work, scratch, scratch, scratch, scribble, scribble, scribble.
"I couldn't help it, father; my foot seemed to slip, and why, here's the road!" "There?" cried the squire eagerly. "Yes, father, and my foot's slipped down into a big rut." "Are you sure, boy?" "Sure! Yes, father, it is the road. I say, what does it mean?"
Oh, Dick, you've no idea how good and pure-minded and absolutely Alpine and on the heights he is. Often I expect to pick edelweiss in his back hair." Carlton gave one of his sudden, boyish laughs. "That sounds like you. How did you come to marry such a chap?" "I was so horribly afraid some other girl would get him, if I left him lying about. But do let's sit down. My foot's wide awake again now."
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