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Updated: June 26, 2025
Under an archway near by I saw Lord Alberan looking fixedly at us. The expression of suspicion had returned to his face. "You mean ?" He nodded. I gulped a little. "You really have ?" He continued to nod. "Then we can try the great experiment?" I whispered, dry throated. "At once!" The detective passed us, brushing against my shoulder. I caught Sarakoff by the arm.
A moment of silence came at that, and then a clapping of hands from all about the Parade as the banner floated out, and the voices of men, deep throated, greeting the flag. Again the bands broke into the strains of the national anthem; but immediately they swung into a rollicking cavalry air.
He was turning toward the house when, again, that call came low and clear. It was a call of his Yesterdays. And this time it was followed by a low, full throated laugh that was as full of music as the song of the bird to which the man had been listening. With amazement and wonder upon his face, he turned quickly toward the hedge, as a voice that was like an echo of the laugh said: "Good morning!
He would be in some unheard-of sun- blistered wilderness, where natives and pariah dogs and raucous- throated crows fringed round mockingly on one's loneliness, where one rode for sweltering miles for the chance of meeting a collector or police officer, with whom most likely on closer acquaintance one had hardly two ideas in common, where female society was represented at long intervals by some climate-withered woman missionary or official's wife, where food and sickness and veterinary lore became at last the three outstanding subjects on which the mind settled or rather sank.
Jim brought vast quantities of wood from the basement, piling it high in the corner of the living room where it would be convenient for feeding the deep throated fireplace whose rocks would stay warm all night, hot all day, for many weeks.
In thy dream, O king of kings thou wilt behold towards the end of this might the blue throated Bhava, the slayer of Tripura, ever absorbed in meditation, having the bull for his mark, drinking off the human skull, and fierce and terrible, that lord of all creatures, that god of gods, the husband of Uma, otherwise called Hara and Sarva, and Vrisha, armed with the trident and the bow called Pinaka, and attired in tiger skin.
They are always seeking a new place, and from the moment of leaving the nest show in a marked way the unrest, the impatience of the redwing family. Quite as erratic is a much smaller bird, the yellow throated warbler, whose baby ways I have seen at the South.
Heavy booted feet, moving rythmically, made the dance a thing to hear as well as see, deep throated laughter boomed out incessantly, the lighter, fewer voices of women weaving in and out of the clamour. All afternoon men came in, now and then a woman with them.
The town had shaken off the lethargy of its morning sleep: there were many men in the street, some riding back and forth, disdaining to walk the distance of a hundred yards from a saloon they had just left to the saloon to which they were going, some sitting their horses in the shade, lounging in the saddle as a man may lounge in an arm chair, some idled on foot at the swinging doors, while many others made a buzz of deep throated voices at the bars and over the gaming tables.
The hurts combined to make him roar with pain, and he shouted furiously again: "Damn your principles!" "Barley water!" throated Mr. Marrapit on a note of terror. He reached for the glass. It was empty. He struggled to his feet; got the chair between George and himself; cried across it: "Beware how you touch me." "Oh, I'm not going to touch you. You needn't be afraid." "I have every need.
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