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The snow groaned ceaselessly under the prow of the pulk, and the frosty creaking under the hoofs of the flying Ren was like the gritting of mighty teeth.
"This boy is indeed remarkably bright. 'What's 'ren'? he asks; and of course 'ren' is nothing at all, all by itself. Yes, he's very bright indeed." "That question is what your Majesty might call foxy," said one of the counselors, an old grey fox. "So it is," declared the King. Turning again to Button-Bright, he asked: "Having told you my name, what would you call me?" "King Dox," said the boy.
And yet all this was before the White Ren had reached the years of his full strength and speed. Once that day Rol essayed to drive the Storbuk. They set off at a good pace, the White Buk ready, responsive to the single rein, and his mild eyes veiled by his drooping lashes. But, without any reason other than the habit of brutality, Rol struck him. In a moment there was a change.
He dashed into the inner room when the cry and the shot came and looked from the window opening, there being no one in the room. For hours this man, known to his companions as Ren Downs, had been observing the actions of Big Bob with suspicion.
She flung herself on his knees, where he sat, and embraced him. "Ren, you've done splendidly! And I know you'll beat the Abstract clear out of sight. Oh, Ren, Ren!" She threw her arms round his neck again, and the happy tears started to her eyes. "This will give you any place on the paper you choose to ask for! Oh, I'm the happiest girl in the world." Pinney gave her a joyful hug.
"Did you say anything about his going back?" "Why in a general way," Pinney admitted, ruefully. "Then, of course, that made him afraid of you. You broke your word, Ren, and it's served you right." His wife was walking to and fro with the baby in her arms; and she said it was sick, and she had been up all night with it. She told Pinney he had better go out and get a doctor.
So they ran and they ran and they ran; and when Chicker Ricker and Hen Ren and Cock Lock and Duck Luck and Drake Lake and Goose Loose and Gander Lander and Turk Lurk and Dove Love reached the bottom of the hill, they were going so fast that they could not stop and they ran straight into Fox Lox's hole. "Now I have you! Now I have you!" cried Fox Lox. And he gobbled them all up.
"Because," says he, "I makes my livelihood by it. I leave you, and don't tell you HOW I make it: for it would make you none the happier to know." It was in this way the convysation ren on more tears and questions on my missises part, more sturmness and silence on my master's: it ended for the first time since their marridge, in a reglar quarrel.
"Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!" "Then I will run down hill with you," cried Chicker Ricker. So they ran and they ran and they ran. Soon they met Hen Ren. "The sky is tumbling down, Hen Ren!" cried Chicker Ricker. "Who told you, Chicker Ricker?" "Oh, Fox Lox!" "Who told you, Fox Lox?" "Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!
If we do attain it, there will be no difference between our state and that of Buddha and of Nichiren. With this view we have learnt from the pious founder of our sect that we must continually and thankfully repeat the prayer Na Mu Miyô Hô Ren Go Kiyô, turning our hearts away from lies, and embracing the truth." Such were the heads of the sermon as they were taken down by my scribe.
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