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Touching it, I found that the skin over the brain was hot as fire. Her breathing grew rapidly louder and louder. Each breath was drawn with a kind of gasping effort. The lids with their silken fringe drooped wearily over the lustreless eyes. The head sank lower and lower, until the nose almost touched the floor. The ears, naturally so lively and erect, hung limp and widely apart.
He glanced hurriedly about the busy room, and then added, "We must have one more to help us." Just then some one touched Virginia's arm. It was her father. "I am afraid we must go, dear," he said, "your aunt is getting impatient." "Won't you please go without me, Pa?" she asked. "Perhaps I can be of some use." The Colonel cast a wondering glance at the limp uniform, and went away.
"And, sir," said he, "you may thank the young man who lives next door to you Mr. Brice, I believe for saving your son's life." "Stephen Brice!" exclaimed Mr, Brinsmade, in astonishment. Virginia felt Anne's hand tighten But her own was limp. A hot wave swept over her, Was she never to hear the end of this man. "Yes, sir, Stephen Brice," answered Mr. Sherman.
A sharp volley from the few marines left on the frigate checked them for a moment, nobody noticing at the time that the Honorable Giles had fallen in a limp heap back from the rail upon his own deck, the blood staining his curly head; but they gathered themselves together at once, and, gallantly led, sprang aft, handling their pistols and pikes and waving their cutlasses.
"Don't pick it up," called Steele; his command would have checked anyone save an insane man. For an instant it even held Snecker. On his knees, right arm hanging limp, left extended, and face ghastly with agony and fiendish fury, he was certainly an appalling sight. "'Bo, you're courtin' death, called a hard voice from the crowd. "'Snecker, wait. Don't make me kill you! cried Steele swiftly.
After a time the mutineers consented, the bond was agreed to, and the search went on. The canoes and tender kept husking up and down among the Shallows, finding nothing. At last one morning they pushed out from the side of the Bridgwater Merchant, more limp than ever.
The faded gray suit he wore contrasted unfavorably with his friend's new brown; on the other hand, his movements were not devoid of a certain lank grace such as the gods have denied to rotundity. Yet when he stepped out from his quaint desk, it was suddenly to be seen that the young man limped, on his left foot: that this limp was not accidental or temporary.... A lame doctor: so it was with him.
“She’s sorry for me,” Maida thought. “How sweet she looks!” But Rosie said nothing about Maida’s limp. She explained the process of top-spinning from end to end, step by step, making Maida copy everything that she did. At first Maida was too eager—her hands actually trembled. But gradually she gained in confidence. At last she succeeded in making one top spin feebly.
Sitting on the beach, lying at full length, on hands and knees, lying on this side or that, doubled up there they were, as the roller receded, in every disconsolate attitude imaginable; the curtain rose and disclosed the stage in disorder. Again I thought I saw one or two limp to their machines, but the main body adjusted themselves and faced the sea. Was there ever such courage?
The only person apparently unmoved was old Dr Rippon, whose pale, gaunt form rose in the background, sinister and calm as Death! The music ceased with a dissonant crash. With a cry Julius rose and laid his hand on the cat's neck: to the general amazement the cat lay down limp and senseless, and the little golden bird fluttered away.
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