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Jab him with the pitchfork!" At this a student stepped behind Tubbs and pricked his back with a pin. The fashionable youth let out a yell of terror, and then, certain that he was about to take an awful plunge into some deep part of the lake, made a desperate leap forward. A wild shriek of laughter rang out as Tubbs made the leap.
Sergeant, if you make a move agin me I'll surely blow your head off en you, an' jab my bayonet through the next man. My partner, Shorty, is a worse man than I am, an' I can't tell how many of you he'll kill.
"I would like permission to trace the stains," he began eagerly. "Also" to me "if you will kindly jab your finger with a pin needle anything " "If you don't keep out of this," the conductor said savagely, "I will do some jabbing myself. As for you, sir " he turned to me.
I know now I am dying, and there is morphia here under my hand. But I'll be damned in pain rather than be beaten by it! I won't die a cow's death, as the old Norsemen used to call it! I'll fight every inch of the way. But I wish Aunt Janet would come in and jab the needle in me, forcibly. That would be quite honourable, wouldn't it?
Good strokes with the brassy Play as with the driver The points of the brassy The stance Where and how to hit the ball Playing from cuppy lies Jab strokes from badly-cupped lies A difficult club to master The man with the spoon The lie for the baffy What it can and cannot do Character of the club The stance Tee shots with the baffy Iron clubs are better.
There's no question as to what her advice would be. In fact," said Christine with the frankest laugh, "she's advised it long ago even before he asked me." At these sinister words, Mrs. Almar gave a glance like the jab of a knife at Riatt. "See here, Christine," she said, "every minute I spend here is a direct pecuniary loss to me. Let's get to the point." "Of course.
Oh, Clement J. Cleggett, you liar! And yet, who does not lie in order to veil his inmost, sweetest thoughts from an unsympathetic world? That was not an ordinary jab with an ordinary cane which Cleggett had directed towards the toolhouse door. It was a thrust en carte; the thrust of a brilliant swordsman; the thrust of a master; a terrible thrust.
Arcot thought fleetingly that here was proof of Torlos' story of being from Nansal; the greater gravity of the third planet made him a great deal stronger than the Satorians! One of the guards was trying to reach for Arcot. Acting instinctively, the Earthman lashed out with a hard jab to the point of the Satorian's jaw.
"Suppose after all, he is dead?" Letty met her with a pitiless stare. "He is a prisoner," she said. "Isn't that enough? Why do you jab at me by saying that? A wounded prisoner. Isn't that enough despicable trickery for God even to play on Teddy our Teddy? To the very last moment he shall not be dead. Until the war is over. Until six months after the war.... "I will tell you why, Cissie...."
Just one jab after another, with them darnin'-needle eyes addin' the fine touches. But this time Vee only smiles back at her and never answers once. Why, even Auntie takes up a couple of Myra's little slams and debates the point with her enthusiastic. Nothing from Vee, though. I don't understand it a bit until it's all over, and Vee follows me out into the hall and helps me find my hat.
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