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Lumberingly dipping in and out of shell-craters, which sometimes half concealed the tanks like ships in a choppy sea, rumbling and wrenching, they appeared out of the morning mist in face of the Germans who put up their heads and began working their machine guns after the usual artillery curtain of fire had lifted.
He told of leaving his daughters in school at Wurzburg; and upon the whole he moved March with a sense of his pathetic loneliness without moving his liking, as he passed lumberingly on, dangling his cup.
He was very low in his mind, thinking, if his wife really meditated upon warfare, she was likely to inspect the stage that night, but giving her credit in his inmost heart for too much common sense to use a broomstick, a woman with her tongue! The Midnight Cry rattled on lumberingly. Its route had been shortened, and Mrs.
Although Jerome's scanty food made him a swift runner, it did not make him a strong one. The team came rattling slowly on. The old white horse which drew it planted his great hoofs lumberingly in the tracks, nodding at every step. As it came nearer, Jerome, watching, gave a quick gasp.
"What has Mark Burrage to do with it?" Chrystie climbed somewhat lumberingly out of the chair. Her movements were dignified, her tone sarcastic. "Oh, nothing, nothing. Only if Mr. Mayer is so far below your standard I'm wondering where Mr. Burrage comes in." She stretched a long arm and snatched the hat.
Claire was so intent on all this elemental agitation that she took no notice of the people about her, but as the boat slid lumberingly out of the slip she was recalled by a voice close at hand saying: "Why, Miss Robson, who would think of seeing you here at this hour!" Claire turned and discovered Miss Munch's cousin sitting beside her, intent on the inevitable tatting. "Oh, Mrs.
The tuba raced lumberingly after the galloping cornet, that ran neck-and-neck with the wheezing clarinet; and the drums beat up behind, pounding like the hoofs of stiff-kneed horses half a stretch behind. It was a mad, exciting race of sounds a sort of handicap. The circular glow of the street-lamp became the social center of Benton. At last the mad race was ended.
Then a large old man, with a long and venerable white beard, perhaps the only real working-man present, rose lumberingly and said "I move that Comrade Gregory be elected Thursday," and sat lumberingly down again. "Does anyone second?" asked the chairman. A little man with a velvet coat and pointed beard seconded.
Lifting his legs lumberingly, he held fast to his left wrist, where a bullet had started the blood. He held the wound high, like a trophy, the blood spurting, crying about it.... This was sudden discovery of something the army had started out to find, but had forgotten in the length of days. This was the red fleece its drips of red were in each raw soul now.
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