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Updated: June 3, 2025
She says it forward; she says it backward; she begins at the middle and goes up; she begins at the middle and goes down; she rattles it through in French, she groans it through in German, she falters it through in Greek. She attempts the numeration-table, flounders somewhere in the quadrillions, and forgets where she left off.
Then he felt a light touch on his shoulder, and glancing behind him saw the tall figure of the goddess Minerva, who gave into his hands two mighty brass rattles made by Vulcan. Telling him to use these to drive away the Stymphalides, she disappeared. Hercules mounted a hill near the lake, and began frightening the birds by the noise of the rattles.
Then he rattles through the deserted streets at break-neck speed to be on time at another palatial mansion, where his piece appears near the end of the programme. The audiences hardly have time to learn who is playing or singing before the bird has flown and a new one, just out of his carriage, is ready to sing and fly again.
The Venus, blinded with blood, had her hold at last; and never but once in a long life of battles had she let go; Rasper, his breath coming in rattles, had him horribly by the loins; while a dozen other devils with red eyes and wrinkled nostrils clung still. Long odds! And down he went, smothered beneath the weight of numbers, yet struggled up again.
So Chinna Tumbe steps out into the road, and the pleasant peddler all the way from Cabool sets the Persian kitten on the ground, and rattles off some strange words, that sound very funnily to the Little Brother; and immediately the Persian kitten begins to run round after its bushy tail, faster and faster, faster and faster, a ring of yellow light.
"The ghost that is common to Scotch castles and English manor-houses, and that appears in an orthodox night-gown, sighs, screams, rattles chains and bangs doors ad libitum. No, no! That kind of ghost is composed of indigestion, aided by rats and a gust of wind.
And first comes an Onondaga war-party, stripped and painted something sickening, and I dogged 'em till they turned off into the bush to shoot a doe full of arrows though all had guns! and left 'em eating. Then comes three painted devils, all hung about with witch-drums and rattles, and I tied to them.
"Van Morrison rattles my cage," Amber said, and Patrick forgot about Beethoven. "So, what do you do?" he asked her. "I go to Stanford. We both do." "I went to Florida State for a while. What are you studying?" "Pre-med, I guess. My father's a doc." "I'm reading a lot of science," Patrick said. "Just finishing Darwin." "Yeah, Darwin," Amber said. "I was in the Galapagos Islands once." "What!
"Oh, I'd advise you not to!" cried "Rats," who was standing by and overheard the project. "Why not?" "Why, it's a rotten old sociable, one of the first, I should think, that was ever made. It's like working a tread-mill, and it rattles and bangs about until you think every minute it must all be coming to pieces. It's got a sort of box-seat instead of a saddle.
But so that they sprung their goblin rattles in the dark to warn us, we had less fear of them than of that slyer and no less deadly cousin of theirs, which moved abroad at night as they did, but was often too lazy or too vicious to warn us. The Mohican sprang aside for one, and ere I could prevent him, the Wyandotte had crushed it.
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