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Updated: June 23, 2025
Below, the troops fell in silently and moved off by companies without drum or trumpet. The body of the late Senor Hirsch dwelt alone for a time in the dismal solitude of the unfinished building, resounding weirdly with sudden slams and clicks of doors and latches, with rustling scurries of torn papers, and the tremulous sighs that at each gust of wind passed under the high roof.
Later this young blood takes his place in the blundering ranks and then does learn that indeed he was right Age knows nothing. For with years we begin to realise our ignorance, and the lesson is not complete when the grave slams the book. A few plumb the depths of their ignorance before death: these are able to speak and these are the teachers of men.
She scrapes slowly, and looks at you as much as to say: "I wonder who's sick. Must be somebody going for the doctor, day like this." And then she shudders: "B-b-b-oo-oo-oo!" and runs back into the house and slams the door hard.
Down underneath the rough slams and cutting sarcasm there exists after all a real feeling of respect for the other. This volume would not be complete without some mention of that man who acted as commanding general of the Allied expedition, William Edmund Ironside. He was every inch a soldier and a man. American soldiers will remember their first sight of him.
"Another way you can tell," Nance added, trying to think the thing out for herself, "is the way she takes slams. You an' me sass back, but a real lady knows how to hold her jaw an' make you eat dirt just the same." They were standing side by side at a long table in a big, clean kitchen, cutting out biscuit for supper.
And then Homer P. Mellinger takes up the bundle of boodle and slams it in the governor man's face. "'That's my answer, says Mellinger, private secretary, 'and there'll be another in the morning. I have proofs of conspiracy against every man of you. The show is over, gentlemen. "'There's one more act, puts in the governor man.
And they are happy and silly until the next slate arrives. "Little Mistress!" he says smilingly, and looks down into her eyes, "Little Mistress!" Time passes. At last the work is done, the accounts finished, and Ole says, while he slams the ledger shut: "Well, I have got to go and send some wires. Are you coming along?" "Yes, dear, if you'll let me!" she answers.
Just as you think you are about to get your natural heart's desire somebody slams the Bible down on it, or gets an answer to prayer that spoils your pleasure in it. So it was in my case. It was the first foreign missionary meeting of the new fiscal year, one day in March. We met at Sister MacL's house.
And the mite is hugged and kissed and comforted and sent back to Blake's strong arms, rapturous because she has had Queen Marion's last embrace, and then Ray springs to her side and the door slams, and the horses plunge, and away they drive amid a shower of blessings and old slippers; and they have gone a block before she notes his silence, and, turning, sees that his eyes are closed, that a tear is glistening on his bronzed cheek.
The bride has barely time for one hurried glance at her old home, when the steps rattle, the door slams, the horses clatter on the pavement, and they have left it far away.
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