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Indeed, Splutters and Shutters kept what would have been a still, staid household in nearly as great a ferment as did the captain's crew the Bunk across the bay.
A very little blaze sets the piece of cold fat swimming, and the black cavity soon glows and splutters with extemporaneous content. But what dreams howl about the camp-fires, what hideous scalping-humor creeps from the leathery supper into the limbs and blood of the adventurous pioneer!
There was no answer. Perhaps Binks resented the question, or perhaps he objected to admit that his eyesight was not so good as that of his mistress. Anyhow, he continued perfectly silent as he gazed, with a fixed stare, at some distant object. 'Hi, Splutters! Heel, Shutters! Come back, sir!
From tree to tree, from branch to branch, they fled or pursued one another, with growls, screams, and splutters, until they disappeared from sight. "How unhappy those poor Opossums must be, living in the same tree," said Dot; "why don't they live in different trees?" "They wouldn't be happy," observed the Koala, "they are so fond of one another." "Then why do they quarrel?" asked Dot.
"Perfectly, madame," splutters Bohmer, who is perspiring, although the air is cold "perfectly! We understand, and we are profoundly grateful. If " His hands fumble nervously at a case. "If you would deign, madame, to accept this trifle as an earnest of our indebtedness, we " There is a tinge of haughtiness in her manner as she interrupts him.
Even the guns were silent: the crack of a rifle-shot or far-off splutters from machine-guns were the only sounds to mingle with the harsh jumbled tread of the Royal Guernseys marching over cobbles and bad roads to the encampment of iron huts.
Its porcine eyes twinkle dimly through rolls of fat; it splutters and puffs, and its habits are simply abominable. What a gross home for that life's star, which hath had elsewhere its setting and cometh from afar! The star is quenched in fat; it has exchanged the music of the spheres for a hideous caterwauling! Yet Mrs.
Sprague, Merry, and Olympia, in a confused mass. "O my child! my child!" "Mamma!" "Dearest, dearest Olympia," Merry splutters, wildly embracing both. "Oh, how delightful to be here, to see you, mamma as peaceful and serene as in the old days! I thought I should never get home. I left Richmond three weeks ago. I was held at Fredericksburg for ten days.
In the chill gray light she could see the ice rubbing softly against the very crest of the bank; it even topped it in places, and the huge cakes worked inshore many feet. A hundred yards out the white field merged into the dim dawn and the gray sky. Subdued splits and splutters whispered from out the obscureness, and a gentle grinding could be heard. "When will it go?" she asked of Del.
Before I begin to smoke I light the lamp, dry the cigarette over it, and only then I begin on it; the lamp smokes, the cigarette splutters and turns brown, I burn my fingers ... it is enough to make one shoot oneself! ... I am more or less ill, and am gradually turning into a dried dragon-fly.
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