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The ambushed man shrank a step backward into his hiding-place. His rifle was in his hand and he noiselessly cocked it. He had not resolved to shoot; but a rifle is of no use until it is cocked. While he so stood, another man came into view and to the first one's side. This one, too, he knew, despite the soft hat that had taken the place of the silk one; for this was Tarbox.
Tarbox felt a sneaking maternal pity for this suddenly stricken Strephon. "She's gone home," she added more gently "went at sun-up this mornin'." "Home," repeated Brice. "Where's that?" Mrs. Tarbox looked at her husband and hesitated. Then she said a little in her old manner "Her uncle's." "Can you direct me the way there?" asked Brice simply.
Tarbox supplies the literary and mental qualities, while the supple and agile shoulder of her husband contribute their share to the family fortunes. "Mrs. Tarbox seems to merit that much-abused title 'prodigy. Only twenty " Horace stopped reading, and with a very odd expression in his eyes gazed intently at Anton Laurier. "I want to advise you " he began hoarsely. "What?" "About raps.
I called that is the preacher's real name. He turned back and met Tarbox just where I stood. They laid their arms across each other's shoulders in a very Methodist way, and I heard Tarbox say: "I want to thank you once more. We've put you to a good deal of trouble.
Wanta go swimmin'?" "Hate to move," sighed Sally Carol lazily, "but I reckon so." Head and Shoulders In 1915 Horace Tarbox was thirteen years old. In that year he took the examinations for entrance to Princeton University and received the Grade A excellent in Caesar, Cicero, Vergil, Xenophon, Homer, Algebra, Plane Geometry, Solid Geometry, and Chemistry.
But all this explains only why Claude did not, to his knowledge, see Marguerite by accident. Yet by intention! Why not by intention? First, there was his fear of sinning against his father's love. That alone might have failed to hold him back; but, second, there was his helplessness. Love made Tarbox, if any thing were needed to make him, brave; it made Claude a coward.
I shall work hard myself, and every man of you will, or he leaves the shop. Now, if anybody has a complaint to make, I'll hear him before you all." The men were evidently impressed with Wade's Inaugural. It meant something. But they were not to be put down so easily, after long misrule. There began to be a whisper, "B'il in, Bill Tarbox! and talk up to him!"
Ali had again sprung to his feet, but instead of attempting to attack Mr Tarbox, he only cried out "What do you mean? I lowered a boat to save the ladies! Suppose fire gain on ship, what you do then with them?" "Oh! is that it, my hearty!" answered Tarbox. "However, the fire is not going to gain on the ship, I hope.
William Tarbox, foreman of the finishing-shop, no longer a boy, but an erect, fine-looking fellow, with no nitrate in his moustache, and his hat permanently out of mourning for the late Mr. Poole. "Gentlemen," said Bill, "I move that this meeting organize by appointing Mr. Smith Wheelwright Chairman. As many as are in favor of this motion, please to say 'Aye."
"Is that all you want me to be a priest for? Isn't there another reason?" His eyes twinkled. "Isn't there something else I could do for you you or Claude if I should turn priest?" "Yes," said Tarbox, with grave lips, but merry eyes; "we've both got to have one." In fact they had two.
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