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"Scrunched," said Dexter shortly. "Bullocks trod on it." "And my silver-topped cane!" "There it lies on the grass," said Dexter, stooping down and picking it up. "Oh, look at my jacket and my trousers," cried Edgar. "What a mess I'm in!" "Never mind, my boy; we will soon set that right," said Sir James. "There, try and stand up. If you can walk home it will be all the better now."

"Unhappy boy," he groaned, "the fowler has him in his net again." Then he scrunched the thin paper in his hand, and set his teeth hard like a man who sees the dentist coming towards him with the forceps. "I must go down to them; there is nothing else for me to do. I dare not take the responsibility of keeping this to myself an hour longer.

"And last month, wi' that spell of east wind, 'twas the green-fly. But I reckon we've mastered the pests by this time. Didn't find many caterpillars, eh?" "No, I didn'," answered Mr Middlecoat, still sulkily. "But them as I did you bet I scrunched." "Well, they deserved it, for the last few be the dangerousest. They give over the leaves to eat the buds.

It flashed on Tabs that this conversation about the unknown woman was intended as a kind of peace-offering. Not to be ungracious, he roused himself to a show of interest. "Couldn't make her! Surely you weren't so cruel as to try?" "Here's your hanky," she said, tossing the moist, scrunched ball across to him. "Cruel! We didn't mean to be cruel. I suppose we were. She used to ask us to try.

They were all discussing this together, and saying what a shame it was, when suddenly the unfamiliar sound of the opening of the old stableyard gates was heard, and then heavy wheels scrunched in and men's voices called out directions, such as, "Steady, Joe!" "A little bit to the near side, Bill!" and so forth.

We set scrunched up together, and thought considerable, but didn't say much only just a word once in a while when a body had to say something or bust, we was so scared and worried. The night dragged along slow and lonesome.

So there was nobody to miss Aladdin or to waste the valuable night in looking for him. About this time Margaret began to cry and Aladdin to comfort her, and they stumbled about in the woods trying to find anything. After awhile they happened into a grassy glade between two steep rocks, and there agreeing to rest, scrunched into a depression of the rock on the right.

It wasn't Carter Paterson or the Parcels Delivery. It was instantly opened. It was a big wooden box, and it had to be opened with a hammer and the kitchen poker; the long nails came squeaking out, and boards scrunched as they were wrenched off. Inside the box was soft paper, with beautiful Chinese patterns on it blue and green and red and violet.

"If I didn't, sir," said Mark, "some of 'em would a been scrunched under the carriage wheels 'fore now. These little niggers," he muttered between his teeth, "they're always in the way. I wish some of 'em would get run over." Mark's wife was not a very amiable character, and she had never had any children.

Your uncle said I was to soop'rintend, and a nice row there'd ha' been when he come back if you hadn't had any head left." "Wouldn't have mattered much, Jem. Nobody would have cared." "Nobody would ha' cared? Come, I like that. What would your mother ha' said to me when I carried you home, and told her your head had been scrunched off by a sugar-cask?" "You're right, Mas' Don.

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