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Updated: May 18, 2025
Pale and dressed in a white gown, she was leaning toward Rosas in a most adorable attitude, with her fair hair half-falling on her white shoulders those shoulders that he still saw trembling under his kisses, those shoulders on which he might have pressed his burning lips and his teeth.
Into the pool she went, half-falling, and with a splash which, she was certain, would be audible a hundred yards away.
The shock of the high velocity bullet staggered him. He stumbled awkwardly to the sled, half-falling, and pulled a rifle out from under the lashings. As he strove to raise it to his shoulder, he crumpled at the waist and sank down slowly to a sitting posture on the sled.
He could see the blush spread to her white throat, and fade again. Between the half-falling curtain and the great window he bent his knee and pressed her fingers to his lips. She made as though she would withdraw her hand, and then left it in his. Her glance stole to him as he kneeled there, and he felt it on him, so that he looked up.
Foremost was Bois DesCaut, his evil eyes glinting like a witch's omen. Yelling, jumping, flaming with the liquor of the Bois-Brules, they fell upon the two men and dragged them, half-falling, half-running, toward the circle, into it, and up to the fire. "Ho-ho! ho-ho-o! Ha-ha! ha-ha-a! ha-ha!"
Healy rolled a cigarette with his free hand, and the old gray let herself down, half-falling.... And then the end of campaigning. The rains began gradually that season, so that the last days were steamy and sickening with the heavy sweet of tropical fragrance. Between clouds at night, the stars broke out more than ever brilliant and near, in the washed air.
The minister was shaking hands with the bride and groom, Sally was taking her bouquet from Molly, every one was laughing and talking at once, crowding up to offer congratulations, handling, admiring, and discussing the wedding presents, half-falling over each other with haste and excitement. Delicious smells began to issue from the kitchen, and the long dining-table was quickly laden down.
As I moved forward, Luella clung to me and gave a low cry. The Wolf figure threw one malignant look at us and was gone. "Take me home, oh, take me home!" cried Luella in low suppressed tones, trembling and half-falling. I put my arm about her to support her. "What is it?" I asked. She leaned upon me for one moment, and the black walls and gloomy passage became a palace filled with flowers.
With outstretched arms he could easily touch both at once. Advancing thus a few paces, he struck his head against wood, felt panels, and concluded a door. There was a lock, but the handle was gone. He went back a little, and threw himself against it. Lock and hinges too gave way, and it fell right out before him. He went staggering on, and was brought up by a bed, half-falling across it.
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