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Updated: May 16, 2025
The butler fought his battle with Judy by simply tilting his nose toward the sky on meeting her. Judy thereupon tilted her nose in the same fashion, so that the servants' hall was convulsed at the sight, and the butler had to surrender or lose his dignity.
If a man had two chimneys to his house we always called him Colonel, if there was four chimneys we called him General." "La!" cried Polly, smiling and showing a number of new dimples. "Dick don't mean militia titles, Mr. Yancy." "Them's the only ones I know anything of," confessed Yancy. "Ever hear tell of lords?" inquired Chills and Fever, tilting his head on one side. "No."
With that, the path being a little wider, she came to his side again, and looked up in his face with the most innocent friendliness and forgiveness in hers. Jerome could have gone down at her feet and worshipped her. "What a beautiful night it is!" said Lucina, tilting her face up towards the stars. "Beautiful!" said Jerome, looking at her, breathlessly.
"Not likely," says Tita, tilting her chin. "Here's one belonging to yourself," taking one off the writing-table near. "This can't offend you, I hope. After all, I'm a poor sort," says Tita, with a disconsolate sigh that is struggling hard with a smile to gain the mastery. "It's awfully hard to offend me. I've no dignity that's what your mother says.
Wallace attended not to this tilting of humor between the chieftains, but engaged himself in close discourse with the elder nobles at the higher end of the hall. In half an hour Scrymgeour returned, and with him Baron Hilton.
"Look here," said Jan, tilting himself in a very uncomfortable fashion on the high back of an arm-chair, "there's that five hundred pounds. You can have that." "What five hundred pounds?" asked Lionel. "The five hundred that Uncle Stephen left me. I don't want it. Old West gives me as much as keeps me in clothes and that, which is all I care about. You take the money and use it." "No, Jan.
"You've dropped your flowers," said Bob, picking them up. "Have I? Thank you. They are withered, anyway, I'm afraid." Tossing the rosebuds on the bench, she began to draw into smoothness the silken loop that defaced the tie. "There!" she exclaimed, glancing up into his eyes and tilting her head critically to one side. "That is ever so much better. You would hardly notice it. Now I really must go.
"Because, if you haven't, you wouldn't be very efficient perhaps, and so you might resign yourself to sitting on that log and holding the berries in your lap, while I pick them." "But what about the bowls, then?" "Oh, never mind them. I've got an idea. See here!" He clipped off a bunch with his knife, and held it up before her, tilting it this way and that. "Could anything be more graceful!
Elizabeth felt a trifle uncomfortable. Was the dear young man tilting at the idle rich and the corrupt Old World? She stole a glance at him, but perceived only that in his own tanned and sunburnt way he was a remarkably handsome well-made fellow, built on a rather larger scale than the Canadians she had so far seen. A farmer? His manners were not countrified.
In the mean time his health and strength rapidly improved, and with the improvement came a taste for manly and athletic sports, and the attainment of excellence in them. He gradually acquired great skill in all the exploits and performances of the young men of those days, such as shooting, riding, vaulting, and tilting at tournaments.
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