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Peering doubtfully into this gloomy pit, he fancied he saw a small, blue flame wavering to and fro at the bottom, and, pricked by a sudden impulse of curiosity, he made up his mind to descend.
But the king was pricked in his conscience by the cruelties of Vitry, and was anxious to make the only reparation which the religion of that day considered sufficient.
Having said this he filled a large measure with corn, and walked up with it to his charger, who, by his low whinnying neigh, his pricked ears, and his pawing, showed how close the alliance was betwixt him and his rider. Nor did he taste his corn until he had returned his master's caresses, by licking his hands and face.
Until I make Thy foes Thy footstool. 36. Therefore let all the house of Israel know assuredly, that God hath made that same Jesus, whom ye have crucified, both Lord and Christ. 37. Now when they heard this, they were pricked in their heart, and said unto Peter and to the rest of the apostles, Men and brethren, what shall we do? 38.
"Yes, she told me she had heard of it," replied Celeste, "but she begged me not to mention it to madame, as such things always have a bad effect. The worst is that if her child's dead madame's little one isn't much better off." At this La Couteau pricked up her ears. "Ah! so things are not satisfactory?" "No, indeed. It isn't on account of her milk; that's good enough, and she has plenty of it.
Warwick, concerning which a rumour was abroad. No stranger to the vagrant compassionateness of sentimentalists; rich, idle, conscience- pricked or praise-catching; he was unmoved by the tale that Miss Asper had proposed to go to Mr. Warwick's sick-bed in the uniform of a Sister of Charity.
He's on the way now; and he can get you out of your trouble if anybody can." Miss Kitty Cat pricked up her ears. She couldn't help hearing what Mr. Chippy said. "I shall stay right where I am," she declared. "Nobody can make me move." She had scarcely finished speaking when a most unexpected sound startled her. It was "Meaow!"
While still remote from the point of woods which foretold a halt, they pricked up their ears, accelerated their pace, and finally arrived at the spot on a full gallop. We alighted at an open space, just within the verge of the wood, or, as it is called by Western travellers, "the timber."
It felt as though a wisp of hay were passing lightly over his mouth, backwards and forwards. He snatched at it, and a long stalk remained in his hand. His eyes were slightly dazzled; he was gazing straight at the sun, already considerably lower in the sky. Lazily he looked around him. Thank goodness, the mare was still there, her head turned towards him, her ears pricked attentively.
Talk had begun to reach him, and he said to himself to-night, as he saw her, that Isaac Costrell's wife was going to ruin. The thought oppressed him, pricked his pastoral conscience. Isaac was his right-hand man: dull to all the rest of the world, but not dull to the minister. With Mr. Drew sometimes he would break into talk of religion, and the man's dark eyes would lose their film.
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