United States or Palau ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Shoulder's smashed; don't know if that's the worst. Why didn't you pull up the brute or send him at the hedge to the right?" "He's hard in the mouth you know his temper. You couldn't have turned him." "I'd have tried, if I'd had to bring him down and break his neck!"
Ah, how it hurts!" He made an effort then to raise his sword-arm, but it fell back upon the grass. "Here, my shoulder's bad too," he cried. "Just as if my arm was wrenched out of the socket." Then as his wandering eyes fell upon his horse, "Oh!" he cried, "I understand now. I have been thrown."
"If you give me the slip again," said the Voice, "if you attempt to give me the slip again " "Lord!" said Mr. Marvel. "That shoulder's a mass of bruises as it is." "On my honour," said the Voice, "I will kill you." "I didn't try to give you the slip," said Marvel, in a voice that was not far remote from tears. "I swear I didn't. I didn't know the blessed turning, that was all!
Oh, please, Professor Scarab, have I got to fall on your neck again to introduce a little human companionship into this conversation?" "Caesar! No! My shoulder's still lame. What do you want, anyway?" "I want to know about you and your work. ALL about you." "Humph! Well, at present I'm making some microscopical studies of insects. That's the reason for these glasses.
I see the collar and trace marks on your old shoulders bless you! What would Betty say to them, old son? So don't excite yourself. We'll wait a bit and see what happens. I could do with the help of a team, I can tell you, for my own shoulder's bruised to the bone from the trace. You take it from me, Jan, one man and one husky are no sort of a team. No, sir, no sort of a team at all.
"This here's the way," said Mike menacingly. "This is the way we're going, and you've got to come with us." "Jem; Ngati; come on," said Don. "Oh, then you mean to fight, do you?" growled Mike. "Come on then, mates. I think we can give 'em a lesson there." "Mas' Don," whispered Jem, "it's no good to fight again guns, and my shoulder's a reg'lar dummy. Let's give in civil, and go with them.
Nan herself was fastening her boot again with unwonted composure. George Gerry had not a word to say, and listened to a simple direction of Nan's as if it were meant for him, and acceded to her remark that she was glad for the shoulder's sake that it did not have to wait and grow worse and worse all the while the doctor was being brought from town.
Gazing across her shoulder's gentle depression, I could have desired to have the couchant brow, and round cheek, and rounding chin no more than a young man's dream of woman, a picture alive, without the animating individual awful mind to judge of me by my acts. I chafed at the thought that one so young and lovely should meditate on human affairs at all.
It seemed to him altogether too tame an affair if nobody was hurt. "My shoulder's sprained, an' my head was hurt a little," Theo answered. "Say, Jim, where's Dick?" "I d'know. Out somewheres," replied Dick's brother, indifferently. "Why ain't you in school, Jimmy?" was Theo's next question. "Well, I like that!" exclaimed Jimmy, in a tone of deep disgust.
Simson examined the injury quickly and called for the doctor, who probed Neil's shoulder with knowing fingers, while the latter's white face was being sopped with the dripping sponge. "Right shoulder's dislocated, Jim," said Dr. Prentiss quietly to the trainer. "Take hold here; put your hands here, and pull toward you steadily. Now!" Then Neil fainted.
Word Of The Day