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Updated: May 6, 2025
I hoped to make no more stir among the fern-tops than would be made by one of the many pigs scattering about in the enclosure. While I was crawling along in this way, I suddenly heard a curious noise from an intensely thick part of the fern in front of me. It was a clinking noise, followed by a sort of dry rasping, as though a very big person were gritting his teeth very hard.
With an accent like gritting your teeth, it is true, and with a grammar that is no improvement on blasphemy still, with practice you get at the meat of what he says, and it serves. . . Hark! That's the reveille. . . . "Faint and far, but isn't it clear, isn't it sweet?
Now, to convey this sentence more clearly, Kettle had put his fingers on the Arab's clothing, when out fell a bag of pearls, which came unfastened. The pearls rolled like peas about the floor, and the Arab, with gritting teeth, whipped out a knife. Promptly Kettle drew also, and covered him with a revolver.
A moment after, the manoeuvre was repeated with a similar result, and I could hear the hunter gritting his teeth. "The cowardly skunks!" muttered he; "they keep a-gwine like a bull's tail in fly-time." In fact, every time Lincoln brought his piece to a level, the guerilleros ducked, until not a head could be seen.
It made me grit my teeth to see him, for I knew why he was so hot. He had been fluttering around Margaret, and so had lost count of time. Then I stopped my gritting and started grinning. Much Margaret would think of a man who neglected his soldiering to dangle at her apron-strings! His Royal Highness, after his usual habit, opened the Council by stating his own opinion.
Then he approached with determination, gritting his teeth as if it were an enemy. After an hour he was familiar with all its secrets. He learned that it was a rather simple idol. Yet its gigantic proportions again and again impressed him, and he could not understand how Höflinger treated it so familiarly and had never mentioned it to him the day before.
James’s Place. Some people looked at the odd couple in amazement. When they reached Frau Hadebusch’s little house, it was dark. “Listen, Philippina, are you ever going to talk?” said Daniel, gritting his teeth. “Psh!” Philippina knew what she was doing. She put her mouth to Daniel’s ear, and whispered: “Go up two flights, quick, you know the house, bang on the door, and if it’s locked, bust it in.
Not one of them moved, even in the slightest degree, so that, if Hugh was half contemplating inviting company, he found no encouragement there. Gritting his teeth, the boy calmly drew back the bolt, softly opened the massive door, slipped boldly through the aperture, and then as deftly closed the door behind him.
He held his arm out before him, dangling in the air. There was a convulsive moment. One could see the imaginary weapon shoot from the holster and become level and rigid, pointed at its mark. "I've seen before fast as my eye could go," Bull sighed. "Look again," said Pete, gritting his teeth with impatience. "This time I'm going so slow a cow could see and beat me."
Gritting his teeth and stifling a groan, he tried to gallop, using the cane and injured foot in unison. It was painful, but he must make time he must go fast, faster. The fire was close behind. It was gaining. He could hear its triumphant roar. It would catch him soon. Only a few minutes and a fiery arm would reach out like a python and wrap about him. The thought made him shudder. "No! No!
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