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A farmer, trundling by in his empty hay wagon, found them so, looked curiously at them, then drew up his team and came and prodded David in the chest with his long hickory stick. “Wake up, there, stranger, and move on,” he called, as he jumped back into his wagon and took up the reins. “We don’t want no tipsy folks around these parts,” and with a loud clatter he rode on.

At the fall of the can, the man spun around suddenly, and, walking over to it, prodded it with the stick he carried. "Gosh dern!" he exclaimed; "funny how things happen." He stood in silence, looking down at the can. Then I dropped another close to him. He muttered something unintelligible.

Why the dickens should a fellow come three thousand miles to be prodded by postmen?" "The point is well taken," said George. "What did you do?" "I gave him a shove, you know. I've got a frightfully hasty temper, you know. All the Bassington-Bassingtons have got frightfully hasty tempers, don't you know! And then he biffed me in the eye and lugged me off to this beastly place."

An impulse to irritate her to provoke her into an expression of her hidden violence succeeded quickly the curiosity she had aroused; and he felt again the fiendish delight with which, as a savage small boy, he had prodded the sleeping wild animals in their cages in the park. "I'm not sure that I can arrange it," he responded, "I may be off on my honeymoon, you know."

Then the line was set in motion and he stumbled along dazedly, abused verbally by his guards and prodded with bayonets if he lagged or faltered. Gradually his head stopped whirling and his brain grew clearer. His face felt wet and sticky, and putting his hand to it he drew his fingers away covered with blood. He felt his head and found a ragged gash running almost the length of the scalp.

Personally," she sighed, "I'm hoping for the piebald pony." "Yes, but this party?" prodded the Lay Reader. "Oh, yes, the party " quickened Flame. "Why have it in a deserted house?" questioned the Lay Reader with some incisiveness. Even with her eyes closely bandaged Flame could see perfectly clearly that the Lay Reader was really quite troubled.

Fancy the bitter sense of humiliation that must overcome the proud, haughty spirit of a mouse-colored jackass at being prodded in an open wound with a sharp stick and hearing himself at the same time thus insultingly addressed: "Oh, thou son of a burnt father and murderer of thine own mother, would that I myself had died rather than my father should have lived to see me drive such a brute as thou art." yet this sort of talk is habitually indulged in by the barbarous drivers.

At Asti there was a particularly fussy one, who wouldn't take Mr. Barrymore's word that we'd nothing to declare, but poked and prodded at our hold-alls and bags, and even sniffed as if he suspected us of spirits, tobacco, or onions. He looked so comic as he did this that Maida laughed, which appeared to overwhelm him with remorse, as if an angel had had hysterics.

We shall see." Mr. Francis Charles Boland, propped up on one elbow, sprawled upon a rug spread upon the grass under a giant willow tree at Mitchell House, deep in the Chronicles of Sir John Froissart. Mr. Ferdinand Sedgwick tip-toed unheard across the velvet sward. He prodded Frances Charles with his toe. "Ouch!" said Francis Charles. "You'll catch your death of cold. Get up!

"You're like the rest of them despicable!" This seemed to relieve her feelings, and she sat down before the typewriter, which clicked and rattled for several minutes under her stubby fingers. The clicking ceased with sudden abruptness, and she prodded the carriage of the machine viciously with a hairpin.