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Updated: May 10, 2025
She was beautiful beautiful as an animal is beautiful. And her eyes were upon his. He staggered back, clutching at the door jamb for support. She laughed a little, lightly: "Just in time. You're going away. Bien. I trust you may have a very pleasant journey." She swung into the room, lithely, eyes upon him, vivid lips smiling. Rounded arms were clasped behind lissome back.
She hurled her blazing brand full into the face of the rhinoceros, hoping to confuse or divert him for an instant, then thrust herself lithely in past Grôm. The rhinoceros was diverted for an instant. The smoke and sparks half blinded him, and in a paroxysm of fury he checked himself to trample the strange assailant under foot. Then he thundered forward.
Steadily, lithely, and with never an error the rowers drove through the waves steadily, and in exact time, their cry arose cadencing each stroke. They did their part truly. Well might the master cry them, "Good, good." But all the while the wind was tugging mightily at its cloudy car; every instant the rattle of its wheels sounded nearer.
Gone are the chaste curves of the slim white silk legs that used to kick so lithely from the swirl of lace and chiffon. Yet there it hangs, pertly pathetic, mute evidence of her vanished youth, her delectable beauty, and her unblushing confidence in those same.
He suddenly released her, clenched his big hands, and stared down at the carpet. "You have broken mine." Impulsively Naida threw her arms around his neck, coiling herself up lithely and characteristically beside him. "My big sweetheart," she whispered, crooningly. "Don't say it don't say it." "I have said it. It is true." Turning, fiercely he seized her.
"Yes, dearie." "Who made God?" Her mother smiled. "He made Himself. God makes everything, dearie." With troubled brows the little one asked: "Did God sit down when He made His feet?" Came from the house Elinor. She moved lithely, swiftly, now. The old tan had come back to her cheek; she was no longer an invalid. "More roses, Kate?" she asked, brightly. Kathryn nodded. "Yes," she said.
Kathryn Blair, leaned lithely against the weather rail, little, white canvas-shod feet braced, skirts whipping about her slender body, rounded arms gripping the wet edge of the cockpit rail.
Lithely, the mother, stooping, lifted her from the chair, held her close for a tiny minute and then, kissing her, set her down upon the floor. "Run along, dearie," she directed. "Tell Mawkins to get you dressed." She watched the graceful, pretty child until she vanished through the door. Slowly she walked to the window.
At the gate the rider drew rein and swung lithely to the ground. Many young admirers gathered quickly about the hitching-post, but the girl was too swift for them. With a friendly nod and smile she tossed her reins to a bashful youngster, and tripped up the path to where the seaman was standing. The daughter of the senior Elder of the Little River church had always been fond of Captain Pott.
Then as two lions, long-clawed, deep-mouthed, snarling, with rigid mane, with red-eyed glare, with flashing, sharp-white fangs, they prowled lithely about each other seeking for an opening.
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