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Slowly the reptile's head commenced to move to and fro, but the eyes never ceased to bore toward the frightened girl, and then the victim responded. She turned wide, fear-haunted eyes toward the Mahar queen, slowly she rose to her feet, and then as though dragged by some unseen power she moved as one in a trance straight toward the reptile, her glassy eyes fixed upon those of her captor.
He took his way down the trail, his face set straight before him, the smoke of his breath streaming behind. The first skidway he scaled with care, laying his rule flat across the face of each log, entering the figures on his many-leaved tablets of beech, marking the timbers swiftly with his blue crayon. The woods were empty.
As he expects to live in the sylvan forest, as did the 'merrie, merrie men' of Robin Hood, Purt is dolled up accordingly." "Gee!" breathed Bobby. "Do you suppose Robin Hood ever looked like that?" "That's Lincoln green," announced Lance, trying to keep his face straight. "You notice that the pants are short knickerbockers, in fact.
"This son of yours; I know as much about him as you do more, perhaps, for I have taken more pains to keep tab on him for the past few years than you have. He is clean and straight, Blount; a son for any father to be proud of.
The little animal had hopped briskly over the snow, coming within sight of the Grammar School boys. Ears pointing straight up, the rabbit sat on its haunches, curiously gazing at these humans. "Tom! Psst! ps-st! Halt!" called Harry hoarsely over the snow. "Hey?" answered Reade, and all four came to a halt. "There's a rabbit," called Harry softly, pointing. "Bless me, so there is," agreed Tom.
"You bet she is, Bart," admitted the other in maudlin admiration, "only, I reckon, maybe some older." "Well, she ought to be accordin' to Willoughby's story, an' them papers bear him out all right, so I reckon he's told it straight this Phyllis would be twenty-six now, and that's just about what Christie is. It wouldn't have fit better if we had made it on purpose.
"Of course railroad ties were never built for human feet, even the straight and narrow are not as straight as these." She moved along for a hundred or so of ties, then she threatened to sit down. Tavia was desperate, but even in her present surprising state of mind, the railroad ties were too much for her, and she kept on.
Next after the bishop, from behind the end of the church, the King came into sight, walking, monk-like, with folded hands, moving lips and downcast eyes, the long embroidered bliaut reaching almost to his feet, while the scarlet mantle, lined with blue and bordered with ermine, fell straight from his shoulders and touched the turf as he walked.
Through the wide-open French windows she could see the garden terrace, the pale rows of iris, and the straight black cedars rising against the pomegranate-coloured light of the afterglow. A few tall white candles were shining in old silver candlesticks; but it was by the vivid tint in the sky that she saw the large, frightened eyes of the woman who was waiting for her.
"I never saw such a thing!" she murmured, to herself. "You turn it straight, and then it's wrong side out, and then you turn it back, and still it's wrong side out! I wish I could ask Mother about it!" The exasperating silk affair was a fancy work-bag which Marjorie was trying to make for her mother's Christmas present.
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