Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 27, 2025
"Oh, no, no!" answered the man, and then apparently regretting his more friendly tone added, "But I reckon I ought to, coming here a-peekin' an' a-pryin' into what don't concern him," and he set the basket down on the iron chest with such a thud that it fairly bounced. "Oh, he wasn't; I was the one who peeked at the guns," said Anne. "Oho! Peekin' at the guns!
I peeked over the side and it was fair whooping along. "Why, we must be going twenty miles an hour," says the skipper; "queer we can't feel any motion." "Well, boys, to make a long story short, we was that way for three days and never moved a foot.
Bold Columbus, looking westward, I could not have been more thrilled. Mountain maple beckoned with ripe, red banners. The mountains peeked through the autumn haze, divulging nothing, promising everything!
Professor Swyne now joined his wife at the window, looking rather scared in spite of the boy's assuring speech. He wore a blue Munchkin hat, with pointed crown and broad brim, and big spectacles covered his eyes. He peeked around from behind his wife and after looking hard at the strangers, he said: "My wisdom assures me that you are merely travelers, as you say, and not butchers.
He called them "pot" roots and sometimes he called them "blow horts". You know they wuld blow up big and fat when they were roasted in the ashes. "My uncle, he liked those blow horts mighty well, and one day, when he had some baked in the fireplace, Ole Massy Hoover, he came along and peeked in through the "hold" in de chimley wall, where the stones didn't fit too good.
On the nearby dune the little jackal peeked over the top at the two prone figures and sang his vast displeasure to the moon. From faraway a friend or relative joined in the serenade. It was the last thing Rick heard. Hassan shook him. "Rick! Awaken, please! Camels coming." Rick came back to reality from a dream of emptiness and loneliness in a darkened desert.
And therefore it is said that a man shall not presume of hope of forgiveness before the time that his heart be peeked in dread and contrite in sorrow; without these two, hope is presumption, and where these two are, hope is done to; and thus after sorrow cometh soon comfort, as David telleth in the psalm that "after the muchness of my sorrow in my heart," he saith to our Lord, "Thy comforts have gladded my soul."
"Of course I couldn't hit anything with it, and I know I should scream when it went off, but still accidents will happen, you know." "Urn!" said I, judicially. "And so my study is just beyond this mirror, eh? May I enquire how you happen to know that I have my study there?" "Oh, I peeked in the other day," she said, serene once more. "The deuce you did!"
It was a good way to go, for the tree I had climbed was over close to the edge of the world where the sun and moon rise, and you all know that's a good way, even from here. "Well, he didn't go, but just sat there, barking up that tree, and after a long time I heard somebody coming again, and I peeked over, and there was Mr. Man, hurrying back, this time with an axe.
It was the ghost of Monty Cranch that walked this way and that in front of me, sometimes looking into my eyes and saying, "What are you doing here?" and other times running up through the meadow away from his crime and again standing before a great shining Person and saying, "What I am, I was born; what I am, I must be." I went downstairs once that night and peeked in through the curtains.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking