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Maggie was maliciously pleased to observe that Miss Avies had not expected these additions to her number and was now in danger of an uncomfortable squashing; there was, indeed, a polite little struggle between Miss Avies and Aunt Anne as to who should have the corner with a wooden arm upon which to rest.
Gwendolyn's spoon, crouton-laden, wabbled in mid-air. "Go barefoot?" she repeated, small face flushing to a pleased pink. "Right away? Before I'm eight?" "Um!" assented the Doctor. Also do barefoot gardening, where there isn't a plant to hurt! And wade the creek." Again the dimples came rushing to their places. "I like squashing," she declared, smiling round.
It made me feel queer all over," went on the old chap, in great perturbation, and squashing something in the corner of his eye with the end of a thumb as broad as a spatula. "You would think, sir, he had jumped overboard only to give an unlucky man a last show to get on.
I do not mind that at all," said I, laughingly, as my friend was squashing what he had in the shape of a nose into the dust. At this point there was another noise at the window, as if it were being pushed quite open, and I heard a whisper. The supreme moment had come, and I was bold. I turned quickly round. It was just as I had judged.
Something assures me that, for a reward of my life's labours, I shall behold the squashing of Robb!" Lady Ogram did not laugh. Her sense of humour was not very keen, and the present subject excited her most acrimonious feelings. "We must get hold of the right man," she exclaimed, with a glance at Lashmar. "Yes, the right man," said Breakspeare, turning his eyes in the same direction.
Down it, from his closed lids, ran the teardrops, chasing one another into the black-notched cavern of his mouth. Here was a culprit handy to the moment's anger. Matthews arose in his squashing boots. "You lop-eared son-of-a-gun, who you laughin' at?" he demanded. The cavern widened till the face was split in two. "W-w-w-ah!" gasped the pilot.
"Alright," he said, squashing himself down beside Maria, whose podgy form accommodated itself to the intrusion like a cat, "as long as Aunt Emily doesn't catch him on the way and begin explaining." "She's in bed with a headache," mentioned Judy. "She's safe enough." For it was an established grievance against their mother's sister that she was always explaining things.
The crowd pushed and shoved, but made no progress. "Open that door," cried Paul. "Try it yourself," answered a voice up front. "It's locked!" A murmur arose that quickly gave place to cries of wrath and indignation. "The sophs did it!" "Where are they?" "Break the door down!" Those at the rear heaved and pushed. "Stop shoving, back there!" yelled those in front. "You're squashing us flat."
There will be no danger here of `squashing' any one's leg or of being knocked over. Come at once." So Mr Bramble took no advantage by his last motion, and served the rest of his term of penal servitude, in the face of the entire class, under the immediate eye of Mr Rastle.
He massaged his left arm vigorously. "You needed it. Do you feel more rested now?" "Good gracious! Have I been squashing your poor arm all the time? Why didn't you move?" "I was afraid you would fall over. You just shut your eyes and toppled sideways." "What's the time?" Wally looked at his watch. "Just on ten." "Ten!" Jill was horrified. "Why, I have been giving you cramp for about three hours!
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