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Star's hoofs pounded upon the soft turf, then his body emerged from the shadows. Tom could see Marjorie crouching, riding to his gait, holding him down for the jump. At the fence there was an instant's pause; Star's forequarters rose slowly, deliberately; then, as easily as though he were a great projectile reaching the topmost limit of its flight, Star floated over the fence.
They watched the sky till Elfride grew calm, and the dawn appeared. It was mere wan lightness first. Then the wind blew in a changed spirit, and died away to a zephyr. The star dissolved into the day. 'That's how I should like to die, said Elfride, rising from her seat and leaning over the bulwark to watch the star's last expiring gleam. 'As the lines say, Knight replied
When he reached her it was to smile at sight of her standing with arms round Black Star's neck. "Oh, Bern! I love him!" she cried. "He's beautiful; he knows; and how he can run! I've had fast horses. But Black Star!... Wrangle never beat him!" "I'm wondering if I didn't dream that. Bess, the blacks are grand.
This is the way she paced!" and then the little creature would fall to pacing up and down the room, dragging the voluminous pink folds behind her, her head thrown back, and a look of delighted pride lighting up her small face. It was the funniest little place, this room of Star's, the queerest, quaintest little elfin bower!
Weapons long since exhausted, he unwrapped his deadly coils from about a dead hexan and darted toward a storeroom, only to be cut off by a horde of enemies. Throwing himself down a vertical shaft, he flew toward a tiny projector-locker, in the lowermost part of one of the great star's points, the hexans in hot pursuit.
'Maybe you're the Star's correspondent, and maybe you're not, said the Captain, 'I don't see anything here to prove it. Slade argued an hour; no go. Remember how you caught him?" he inquired of Slade. The reporter grinned assent. "After the old man had turned him down for good, Slade fished down in his warbag and hauled out an old tattered document from an oilskin case.
"Just look at that child, Isabel!" said a tall, bronzed gentleman who was leaning over the taff-rail. "She is a perfect little fury! I never saw a pair of eyes flash so. Very fine eyes they are, too. A very beautiful child. Isabel! why, my dear, what is the matter? You are ill faint! let me " But the lady at his side pushed his arm away, and leaned forward, her eyes fixed upon Star's face.
Now, Pole Star, beauty, darlin', do just what Diana wants." The horses began to canter forward, going briskly and swiftly side by side. Greased Lightning's coal-black eye was fixed upon Diana as she sat on Pole Star's back. Pole Star felt the feather-weight of the hot hand on his mane, the touch of the little feet somewhere near his neck.
In fact, one of the assembled villagers who closely observed his demeanour related afterward that Star's face was froze and that he had hooked onto the wheel like he was choking it to death. But the shining structure had glided off toward the depot, its driver's head rigid, his glance strained upon the road's centre. As it moved away Wilbur Cowan leaped to the rear steps and was carried with it.
I therefore thanked the officer in charge of the Italian tractor and lorry for all he had done for us and advised him now to go on and leave us, as our position was tiresome but no longer critical. This he did. The moonlight was now bright as day, and one of Star's promised tractors arrived and finally succeeded in getting out our ditched guns. Star had painted a bright picture of Portogruaro.
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