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Wouldn't we be a sick crowd by night?" The startled sister pulled on her mittens and trudged down the steps to work, and in a few minutes, the porches and paths were swept clean. "Wish there was more to do," sighed Allee, when they had finished their chosen task, unwilling to go indoors even for breakfast. "Tell you what," cried Peace, from her perch on the gatepost.
He flies to my gatepost and waits for me My friends, make a friend of the bird!" "Four larders God gave man, four shall there ever be The mountain, the valley, the marsh, and the sea." Roger hummed the old rhyme absent-mindedly and then took to whistling the air, while his small strong fingers pulled and knotted at the hawk's lure he was making.
At the same moment a huge negro suddenly appeared from the shadow of the gatepost, and so placed himself between Jonathan and the gate that any attempt to escape would inevitably have entailed a conflict, upon our hero's part, with the sable and giant guardian. Says the negress, looking very intently at our hero, "Be you afeared, Buckra?"
He hitched the horse's bridle to what had been the gatepost of the railway-official's front-garden, as she signed to him to descend the ladder leading to the Sisters' underground abode. And he went down to meet his Fate there.
As in moments of crisis, when unseen, unknown forces take a life in hand, he was for the moment like a man in a dream, unconscious of his movements, incapable of intention. He leaned against the gatepost to think. The soft thud-thud of an unseen horse, walking slowly somewhere out upon the prairie, brought him up with a jerk. He peered into the moonlight in a vain effort to see.
You can say you're afraid of me, as you have before. God knows whether you are. If you are, you're out of your mind. But you can say it, and I won't deny you've just cause. You mustn't be a prisoner to me." "Jeff!" said Esther. "What is it?" he asked. She spoke tremblingly, weakly really as if she had not the strength to speak, and he came a step nearer and laid his hand on the granite gatepost.
She stopped on the threshold, glanced round, and said timidly "I want to see Russell, if you please." "Russell is at the post-office. Have you any particular spite at my door, that you belabour it in that style? or do you suppose I am as deaf as a gatepost?" "I beg your pardon; I did not mean to startle you, sir. I was not thinking of either you or your door."
The worst of all to make me ashamed of bearing my head so high a thing I saw no way to help, for I never could hang my chin down, and my back was like a gatepost whenever I tried to bend it the worst of all was our little Eliza, who never could come to a size herself, though she had the wine from the Sacrament at Easter and Allhallowmas, only to be small and skinny, sharp, and clever crookedly.
"I reckon we might jest as well cool off an' wait for daylight," suggested Jim. "Shore. They've flown the coop, you can gamble on that. Tom, where's the Papago?" said Ladd. "He's gone, Laddy gone!" "Double-crossed us, eh? I see here's a crowbar lyin' by the gatepost. That Indian fetched it from the forge. It was used to pry out the bolts an' steeples.
But she said nothing of a girl who had crouched behind the gatepost, shivering with cold and excitement, to watch the success of the plot which had been hatched by two playmates in the fragrant fastness of the hayloft, which had been always their favourite hiding-place.
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