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Updated: June 27, 2025
But when they fight alien enemies they are wont to hold their heads high and strike with the battering, knife-edged weapons of their fore-hoofs. The bear, crouched upon his quivering prey, was too absorbed and too scornful to look for any assault. The bull was upon him, therefore, before he had time to guard his exposed flank.
Liltingly, and with the rill of the song of thanksgiving in her heart. That was how Hattie moved through her time. Hugging this melody of Marcia. Through the knife-edged nervous evenings in the theater. Bawlings. Purple lips with loose muscles crawling under the rouge. Fetidness of scent on stale bodies.
"It'll be long afore he'll stir," he muttered. "I'll throw him down into th' gully." He rose, and, going to the side of the ravine, peered over with a fearful curiosity at the brawling torrent, cut into foam-ribbons by a horde of knife-edged rocks. Then he went to Layson and stretched out his hand to grasp his shoulder. Occurred a psychological phenomenon.
I painfully got to my feet and then discovered from the navigator that he had suddenly seen two white patches of foam 800 yards on the starboard bow, which resolved themselves into the bow waves of a destroyer approaching at full speed to ram. We had dived just in time, and her knife-edged bow, driven by 30,000 horse power, had slid through the water a very few feet above our conning tower.
It was a keen, knife-edged frost, even in the house, and what Robert saw to make him stand at the desolate window, I do not know, and I believe he could not himself have told.
The lama was mildly surprised that anyone should object to the knife-edged breezes which had cut the years off his shoulders. 'These are but the lower hills, chela. There is no cold till we come to the true Hills. 'Air and water are good, and the people are devout enough, but the food is very bad, Kim growled; 'and we walk as though we were mad or English. It freezes at night, too.
Trimble before and then in the seclusion of the Major's library he had shucked his coat, as it were, and said: "Well, what's the prospects for a killing? Got any of 'em lined up?" "First," retorted Major Trimble, stroking his knife-edged nose, "let me see your credentials from Senator Fairclothe." The visitor smiled and passed over the requested credentials.
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