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It seemed impossible that she could be Mrs. Green's daughter, and in the excitement of the moment he nearly said so. "Betty," said Mrs. Green, in a voice to which nervousness had imparted almost the correct note "Betty, this is your brother Jack!" Mr.
And so he was, from his right ear. "I must have cut it with my sword, sir, carrying it carelessly. I forgot that I had had it sharpened." "Well, it can't be very bad, if you did not know it," said the colonel, laughing as he rode on. The bleeding stopped presently, but not before it had made Green's kharkee sleeve and his sword, down which there had been a trickle, look exceedingly warlike.
At the same moment a shot was fired into the aperture, and the ball whizzing by the ear of Philips, and passing through Green's right leg, lodged in the partition beyond. "Stand aside, men," shouted the corporal, "stand from before that hole, or we shall be marks in this light for the skulking villains,"
Not that Borlase could honestly say the marks of infamy came out in Mr. Green's view of life. He showed a wonderful knowledge of wild birds and beasts and plants even, and abounded in rich tales of poaching adventures, though he never told 'em as being in his own personal experience. He declared no quarrel with the law himself, but steadfastly upheld it on principle.
"In fact," said Jimmy, looking at the picture with his head on one side, "as caterpillars go, Betsy Butterfly was a great beauty, even at so early an age." IN Farmer Green's meadow there lived a very nervous person called the Skipper. He was a distant cousin of Betsy Butterfly's. And since the two were almost exactly the same age, they quite naturally spent a good deal of time together.
He had his sealing-wax and a lighted "homespun candle," as Leslie called the dips of Mrs. Green's manufacture, in one hand, and a pincushion stuck full of needles waiting for tops, in the other. "I told you so," said Mrs. Linceford to Leslie. "That's it, then?" she asked of Dakie Thayne. "What, ma'am?" "Butterflies. I knew you'd some hobby or other, I said so.
"If I do not go to Lowestoft just yet, I shall be there before very long: at my friend Miss Green's, if my Ship be laid up. "I see in the Paper that there have been some 40 lasts of Herring landed in your market during this last week: the Southwold Boats doing best. I began to think the Cold might keep the Fish in deep water, so that swum nets would scarce reach them yet. But this is mere guess.
The besieged had been willing to fight, so long as there seemed a hope of successfully defending themselves and their property; for their purpose was purely one of defense. When they saw the case was hopeless, inspired by Josh Green's reckless courage, they were still willing to sell their lives dearly. One or two of them had already been killed, and as many more disabled.
I'm almost ashamed to have to say it he was planning to go down to Farmer Green's and get another fat, tender, little pig like the one his father had brought home. Now, when a very young bear starts out to steal a pig there are many things to think of. In the first place, there was Farmer Green, and Farmer Green's boy Johnnie, and Farmer Green's hired man.
In fact he was sure that they wouldn't. One morning Nimble's mother said to him, "To-night, just as the moon rises, we'll start for Farmer Green's garden patch." He knew what that meant. It meant that he was going to know, at last, what carrots tasted like. And he was delighted. "You've improved fast," his mother told him. "You've grown a good deal.
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