Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 2, 2025
Nor did she even pause to scan the post; her arm shot up, the keen axe-blade glittered and flew, sparkling and whirling, biting into the post, chuck! handle a-quiver. And you could not have laid a June willow-leaf betwixt the Indian's head and the hatchet's blade. She turned to me, lips parted in a tormenting smile, and I praised the cast and took my hatchet from Ruyven to try once more.
"Sir George, ... I am glad to see you.... I am very happy," I stammered, taking his hands. "Cousin Ormond!" came a timid voice behind me. I turned; Ruyven, in full uniform of a cornet, flung himself into my arms. I could scarce see him for the mist in my eyes; I pressed the boy close to my breast and kissed him on both cheeks.
I said, calmly: "Sir Lupus, I hear your observation with patience; I naturally receive your admonition with respect, but your bearing towards me I resent. Pray, sir, remember that I am under your roof now, but when I quit it I am free to call you to account." "What! You'd fight me?" "Scarcely, sir; but I should expect somebody to make your words good." "Bah! Who? Ruyven? He's a lad!
"You little beast!" she said, fiercely; "is it courteous to pit your guests like game-cocks for your pleasure?" "You did it yourself!" retorted Ruyven, indignantly "and entered the pit yourself." "For a jest, silly! There were no bets. Now frown and vapor and wag your finger do! What do you lack? I will wrestle you if you wait until I don my buckskins. No?
And here I baited my hook and cast out, so that the swirling water might carry my lure under the mill's foundations, where Ruyven said big, dusky trout most often lurked. But I am no fisherman, and it gives me no pleasure to drag a finny creature from its element and see its poor mouth gasp and its eyes glaze and the fiery dots on its quivering sides grow dimmer.
Confused, flushing painfully, the boy looked at me; and I rescued him, saying, "We'll talk that over when we ride bounds this afternoon. Ruyven and I understand each other, don't we, Ruyven?" He gave me a grateful glance. "Yes," he said, shyly. Sir George Covert, a trifle pallid, but bland and urbane, strolled out to the porch, saluting us gracefully.
Oh, sitting with Miss Haldimand? Cecile, would you ask Miss Haldimand's indulgence for a few moments? I must speak to Sir Lupus and to you and Ruyven." I stepped back of the rows of chairs to where Sir Lupus sat in his great arm-chair by the doorway; and in another moment Cecile and Ruyven came up, the latter polite but scarcely pleased to be torn away from his first inamorata.
"Very well," I said, soberly, and walked out to the long drawing-room, where the company had taken chairs and were all whispering and watching a green baize curtain which somebody had hung across the farther end of the room. "Charades and pictures," whispered Cecile, at my elbow. "I guessed two, and Mr. Clavarack says it was wonderful." "It certainly was," I said, gravely. "Where is Ruyven?
So that when it came time to rejoin our ladies there was no evidence of wandering legs, no amiably vacant laughter, no loud voices to strike the postprandial discord at the dance or at the card-tables. "How did I conduct, cousin?" whispered Ruyven, arm in arm with me as we entered the long drawing-room.
Dorothy bent over her needle-work and examined it attentively. "Are you going to the war?" asked Cecile, plaintively. "Of course he's going; so am I," replied Ruyven, striking a careless pose against a pillar. "On which side, Ruyven?" inquired Dorothy, sorting her silks. "On my cousin's side, of course," he said, uneasily. "Which side is that?" asked Cecile.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking