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Updated: May 29, 2025
In this eternity that seemed so indubitably hers, there was time and to spare for safe-footing and stable equilibrium for certitude, in short. No more in her spiritual life than in carrying the hundredweights of grain was there a possibility of a misstep or an overbalancing. The feeling produced in me was uncanny.
Twice a week she received the bourgeoisie of Provins at her house in the Upper town. This intelligent young woman of twenty had not as yet made a single blunder or misstep on the slippery path she had taken.
Once there was a moment when a shadow of a misstep would have cost him his life. There was no time to look at Pepita then, but when the danger was passed and he glanced toward her, she was softly waving her fan and smiling up at Manuel as if she had not even seen. "She has a bad heart," he said to himself, with fierce impatience.
"What are you stopping for?" called Aunt Izzie, from the dining-room. "Do be careful, Katy, I really think Bridget had better take it." "Oh no, no!" protested Katy, "I'm most up already." And she sped up stairs as fast as she could go. Luckless speed! She had just reached the door of the Blue-room, when she tripped upon her boot-lace, which, as usual, was dangling, made a misstep, and stumbled.
Then we loosened and threw down all the projecting points of rocks we could above the narrow shelf, and every piece that was likely to come loose in the shelf itself. We fastened the leading line to her and with one above and one below we thought we could help her to keep her balance, and if she did not make a misstep on that narrow way she might get over safely.
I managed to get it into a soap-box, and now it is there in my shop. The tide rose too rapidly for me to save the other footprints. "I shuddered at the possibility of a clumsy misstep on my part obliterating the impression of an ool-yllik. "'That is the reason that my daughter warned you off the beach, he said, mildly.
There was a dim path, winding between stones and boulders, over which the walking was quite difficult, especially as the path led up hills that were small mountains, and then down steep and abrupt slopes where any misstep might mean a broken leg.
I cannot bear, for every reason, for your sake and for the sake of the church, in which, for your age, you are rooting yourself so deeply, that you should make any misstep on the ground upon which you seem to be entering. To Rev. William Ware. SHEFFIELD, Dec. 6, 1847. MY DEAR WARE, I think my pen will run on, with such words to start from, though it have spent itself on the weary "Sermons."
Once, with a single daring companion, he crossed the burning floor of the mighty crater of Kilauea, racing across the burning lava, leaping wide and bottomless crevices where a misstep would have meant death. His open-air life on the river and in the mining-camps had nerved and hardened him for adventure. He was thirty years old and in his physical prime.
No illustration can do justice to what is called the Norris Basin, but it is horrible enough to test the strongest nerves. The crust beneath our feet was hot, and often quivered as we walked. A single misstep to the right or left would have been followed by appalling consequences.
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