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Updated: June 21, 2025
I thought you were done for," cried Gale, with a break in his voice. "I ain't a-mindin' the bullet much. But that choya joint took my nerve, an' you can gamble on it. Dick, this hole's pretty high up, ain't it?" The ranger's blouse was open at the neck, and on his right shoulder under the collar bone was a small hole just beginning to bleed. "Sure it's high, Laddy," replied Gale, gladly.
The hole's ramjammed chuck full of trout, and we'll have a meal fit for the gods if where's my fishing tackle?" Bruno picked up the trout, so queerly brought to light, really surprised, but feigning still further, as he made his examination. "It really IS a trout, and how long have you carried this about in your clothes, Waldo Gillespie?"
The hole's bigger noo, for a' the decay o' the castel has taen to slidin' oot at it, an' doobtless it'll spread an' spread till the haill structur vainishes; at least sae they say, my lord; but I wad hae a try at the haudin' o' 't thegither for a' that. I dinna see 'at the deil sud hae 't a' his ain gait, as gien we war a' fleyt at him.
Passengers along the High Street are now, by the substitution of an iron railing for a former wall, enabled to gaze on the north side of the choir and the ruins of Gundulf's tower, across a stretch of turf that generally bears visible testimony to Dean Hole's love of flowers.
When he emerged from his tent with dry apparel, the aged recluse felt moved to compose a verse, which he did as follows: "Within the mud hole's watery depths, A grave I almost met, But luckily I was pulled out Alive, but very wet." "Well, Peter," laughed his brother, "you certainly are a poetic philosopher.
Louis and thence to Fort Kearney, whence the pony brought them to Sacramento where they were telegraphed to San Francisco. Great was the relief of the people when Hole's bill for a daily mail service was passed and the service changed from the Southern to the Central route, as it was early in the summer. * Yet after all, it was to the flying pony that all eyes and hearts were turned.
'Well, old cat, and what mouse are you on the watch for, at the hole's mouth here? 'Just come inside, and see whether the mice will not singe your whiskers for you.... 'Here is my mouse, gentlemen, answered the old monk, with a bow and a smile, as he laid his hand on Philammon's arm, and presented to his astonished eyes the delicate features and high retreating forehead of Arsenius.
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