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At length one of his excursions into the border of the forest brought to Pal's keen nostrils the scent of the bear. Pal hated bears. The hair stiffened along his back while a growl grew in his throat, rumbled threateningly and broke forth into a volley of shrill barks. "Bear! Bear!
We must assume, in fact, a series of influences determined to a great extent by Raja Kirpal Pal's political contacts, his private journeys and individual taste, but perhaps above all by an urge to express his feelings for Krishna in a novel and personal manner. The result is not only a new style but a special choice of subject-matter.
"And Lena, the juva of my pal's chavo, Job, never hawed plums a'ter her rom mullered." "No, I never smoke cigars. No; I never smoke them now since my brother's son Job died. And I'll tell you how it came. 'Yes, he said, 'I'll give you ale, and a good smoke too. 'Thank you, says I, 'Sir. So he gave me the ale, and a dozen cigars.
A large, jagged hole had been torn through in our front trench wall by a 300-pound shell, had snuffed out my pal's life in its course, and buried itself in the parados of the trench. There it was, the rear end of it just inside the outside edge of the hind trench wall, and when it exploded it meant death for any living thing within a radius of several yards.
"I don't think it's conspicuously fair on me," I retorted, "to set me to cover up your pal's tracks, to give me a lie like that to act all day, and then not to take one into the secret when he does turn up. I call it trading on a fellow's good-nature not that I care a curse!" "Then that's all right, Bunny," said Raffles genially.
He raised the skirt of his heavy top-coat, and from his trouser-pocket drew out a leather purse. The eye of Sin Sin Wa remained fixed upon a distant corner of the room. From the purse the constable took a shilling, ringing it loudly upon the table. "Double rum, miss, please!" he said, facetiously. "There's no treason allowed nowadays, so my pal's "
After I went to bed that night, I thought long and bitterly of the Little Pal's defection. Mentally I addressed him as a young gazelle who had gladdened me with his soft dark eye, only to withdraw the light of that orb when it was most needed. As he apparently wished me to understand that, now he was on with Gaet
Rick reached with infinite caution and tugged at his pal's sleeve. Scotty would have to move first. Then Rick could move slowly to a position tight against the wall, where Scotty was now. Only by moving into the wall could he get away from the snake. But in that moment the rattler apparently decided it had waited long enough. The evil head moved slowly toward Rick's foot. Rick couldn't help it.
Durand's cruel lips laughed. "Your pal's a little worried this mornin', Shiny. He ain't slept much. You see the bulls got him right. It's the death chair for him and no lifeboat in sight." Clay leaned against the bars negligently. He spoke with a touch of lazy scorn. "See those scars on his face, Shiny the one on the cheek bone and the other above the eye. Ask him where he got 'em and how."
When a man loses a pal he loses a grip on the world equal to all that pal's grip was worth.... I'm drunk, and Phil's down there among the worms among the worms!... Ah!" he added in disgust, and, dashing his hand across his eyes, struck off into the woods again, making his way to the summer hotel, where he had promised to meet Mrs. Falchion.
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