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Stillwell recovered his dignity as soon as he caught his breath, and he advanced with a rueful face. "Wal, boys, it's on Bill," he said. "I'm a livin' proof of the pig-headedness of mankind. Ed, you win. You're captain of the team. You hit straight, an' if I hadn't been obstructin' the general atmosphere that ball would sure have gone clear to the Chiricahuas."
There was nothing with which to replenish the fire, and Madame Soubirons sat gazing at the flickering embers with a rueful face.
Thorwald said this with a rueful countenance, for he had hoped to have settled this war in a pitched battle; and there were few things the worthy man seemed to enjoy more than a stand-up fight on level ground. A fair field and no favor was his delight; but climbing the hills was his mortal aversion. He was somewhat too corpulent and short of wind for that.
You must be so happy together, all of you." She added, with a rueful smile, "There's only one of me! Good-night."
And here, as they were playing, they very possibly communicated with an old friend of theirs and dweller in the Inn; for while Pen was making himself agreeable to the ladies at the lodge, who were laughing delighted at his sallies, an old gentleman passed under the archway from the Inn-square, and came and looked in at the door of the lodge. He made a very blank and rueful face when he saw Mr.
'There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft And looks out for the life of poor Jack. 'There! said I, releasing him a little, but still keeping my hands on his shoulders, 'je vous ai bel et bien embrasse and, as you would say, there is another French word. With his wig over one eye, he looked incredibly rueful and put out.
He was altogether a fine-weather, holiday sort of donkey; and though he was just then somewhat solemnised and rueful, he still gave proof of the levity of his disposition by impudently wagging his ears at me as I drew near.
"Aha, shipmate," says he with rueful smile, "there spake the young divine, the excellent divinity student who committed a peccadillo long years agone and, sailing to the Golden West, gave place to one Adam Penfeather a sailor-man as you shall hear tell of at St. Kitt's, Tortuga, Santa Catalina and a score o' places along the Main.
Sights such as these, with the many rueful aggravations incident to the helpless condition of infancy of disease and of female weakness abandoned to the wolves amidst a howling wilderness, continued to track their course through a space of full two thousand miles; for so much at the least, it was likely to prove, including the circuits to which they were often compelled by rivers or hostile tribes, from the point of starting on the Wolga until they could reach their destined halting-ground on the east bank of the Torgau.
With rueful countenances we contemplated the irreparable loss our commissariat had sustained by this mishap; but remembering there was virtue in ashes, we poked the half-consumed fish from the bed of coals and ate them, and they were good. We lodged that night on a brush-heap and slept soundly. The green, yielding beech-twigs, covered with a buffalo robe, were equal to a hair mattress.
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