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The Duchess was now standing up, confronting her lord, her hands grasping the chair behind her, her small form alive with eagerness and the feminine determination to get her own way, by fair means or foul. "Cureton Street!" said the Duke, almost at the end of his tether. "And how do you propose that this young woman is to live in Cureton Street, or anywhere else?"
And what is the difference between warsling below the water wi' a stane about your neck, and wavering in the wind wi' a tether round it? it's but choking after a', and he drees the doom he ettled for me.
M'Leod smiled, said something about time and patience, and observed, "that one experiment was not conclusive against a whole nation." Any thing like a general argument Mr. Hardcastle could not comprehend. He knew every blade of grass within the reach of his tether, but could not reach an inch beyond.
I wonder how many there are?" "Quite a bunch, I should say, from the shooting. Here comes Hank now." As he spoke, the cowboy appeared, leading by their long tether ropes the riding ponies and the pack animals. The steeds showed signs of their recent excitement. Had it not been for the alarm they gave they might have been stolen without our friends being any the wiser.
They are well named, for they are slashing everywhere, and ruining the forests. But they have about reached the end of their tether, and you can tell them so from me, Dane Norwood, the King's Arrow." Without another word he turned, and walked rapidly along the road leading to the mill-pond.
'You are not, then, by profession a soldier? said Waverley. 'Na, na; thank God, answered this doughty partizan, 'I wasna bred at sae short a tether, I was brought up to hack and manger.
Very deliberately my uncle Jervas dismounted and proceeded to tether his horse to an adjacent tree, while Devereux watched him, head bowed and black brows puckered slightly above his smouldering eyes, his snowy cravat stained with a small mark of blood from an ugly scratch beneath his chin and which, despite his icy assurance seemed to worry him, for he dabbed at it now and then with his handkerchief.
His monocle dropped the length of its silken tether, and he caught it and slowly adjusted it again as he replied evenly: "You always hit the nail on the head, Kathleen." There was a kind of appeal in his voice, a sort of deprecation in his eye, as though he would be friends with her, as though, indeed, there was in his mind some secret pity for her. Her look at his face was critical and cold.
Then the day when poor bullied, baited, nervous Muggins had reached his limit and come to the end of his tether or thought he had.
But his mother was beginning to come to the end of her tether; she had played the domestic confidence trick upon him times without number already. Over and over again had she wheedled from him all she wanted to know, and afterwards got him into the most horrible scrape by telling the whole to Theobald.
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