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The lion, touched in his vanity, immediately started up and roared away until the goose-flesh stood out on the rocks. When he had finished, the sheep was in tears. "What means this?" growled the lion in a rage. "Do you presume to criticise my singing?" "Oh, no!" sobbed the sheep. "That is not it.
That the thought of letting you kiss me horrifies and disgusts me?" In spite of her resolution, her voice was rising. "Thank you." He was still good-humored. "Look at your hands; it gives me goose-flesh when you touch me." "Cuttin' down trees, diggin', lookin' after horses don't leave them very white and smooth." "Let me go! Let me go!" He took a step away from the door. His whole manner changed.
None of them could ever describe what it was like; indeed, it seemed to possess a character all its own, and somehow caused the "goose-flesh" to creep over their bodies, even though they knew the origin of the uncanny cry. The two tramps had jumped back at the first outburst.
Fake though he knew it to be, Cleek could not repress a swift rush and prickle of "goose-flesh" at sight of it. For a few seconds it lay dormant; then one red feeler shot out, then another, and another, and it began to edge its way across the carpet to the chair. Cleek lay still and waited, his heavy breathing sounding regularly, his head thrown back, his limp hands lying loosely, palms upward.
Recruits, raw if you will, but already caparisoned, sniffing and scenting, as it were, for the great primordial mire of war. There is no state of being so finely sensitized as national consciousness. A gauntlet down and it surges up. One ripple of a flag defended can goose-flesh a nation. How bitter and how sweet it is to give a soldier!
He thought of writing to her, but he could not bring himself to address her as usual, dearest Norah. He made up his mind to telegraph. Sorry. Could not get away, Philip. He visualised her. He was slightly repelled by the ugly little face, with its high cheekbones and the crude colour. There was a coarseness in her skin which gave him goose-flesh.
Ruth was startled, indeed, and shuddered so that the "goose-flesh" seemed to start all over her. Nevertheless, she clutched the goblet firmly and held it beneath one of the spouts of the fountain. She was convinced that if there was anybody behind the figure of marble, he was there for the express purpose of frightening her and she was determined not to be frightened.
He was a strong, well-balanced young fellow; yet here again he knew the sensation as if needles were pricking him all over, which he had felt once before in these wilds, while his heart seemed to be performing athletic sports in his body. Cyrus and Dol confessed afterwards that they were "all shivers and goose-flesh" as the call rose upon the night air.
It gave him goose-flesh to think of the season's aggressive cheerfulness, and in his desire to avoid the obvious he determined to travel on Christmas Eve. Philip was not sorry to see him off, for he was a downright person and it irritated him that anybody should not know his own mind.
"I'll do it, don't you worry," replied the voice, and the cone dropped with a bang on the table, again making everybody jump. "That brought the goose-flesh!" remarked "Wilbur," with humorous satisfaction. I took a malicious delight in the mystification of my fellows. "Go down and shake up young Howard at the foot of the table," I suggested. "He is a little in the conjuring line himself."
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