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"Thus it ended, as it had begun, writhing in the most horrible religious convulsions. The Tiaras of Rome and Avignon clashed, and the Church, standing unsupported on these ruins, tottered on its base, for the Great Western Schism now shook it. "The fifteenth century seemed to be born mad.

We must get out of this hole we were in; the lazaret was a trap. The die was cast; the mutiny was on or would be in a moment. I said as much to my companions. Newman attempted to get to his feet. "A hand, Jack it must be stopped," he said. I gave him the hand. More than that, I took him upon my back and tottered up the ladder with him, the lady assisting as well as she was able.

The Deacon rubbed his eyes and hastened a moment to the clamor outside. It seemed as if there were a thousand curs surrounding them, barking, howling, snarling, fighting, and scratching. He snatched up a club and sprang out, while Shorty tottered after. He ran into the midst of the pack, and began laying about with his strong arms.

By this means she did not anger her parent, but only made him feel she was unhappy, and the house she had hitherto brightened exceeding dismal. By degrees this noiseless melancholy undermined the old gentleman, and he well-nigh tottered. But one day, calling suddenly on a neighbor with six daughters, he heard peals of laughter, and found Rosa taking her full share of the senseless mirth.

The sight he saw drove the blood from his face and left him white and haggard. The King and the Grand Vizier were playing a foursome against the Pro and the High Priest of Hec, and the Vizier had just laid the High Priest a dead stymie. Ascobaruch tottered to the chariot. "Take me back," he muttered, pallidly. "I've forgotten something!"

Another time, Charost, one of my friends, spoke so disdainfully of M. de La Trappe, and I replied to him with such warmth, that on the instant he was seized with a fit, tottered, stammered, his throat swelled, his eyes seemed starting from his head, and his tongue from his mouth.

The old merchant was waiting in the entry, where the wails of the servants and the women in the neighbourhood who, according to custom, were beating their brows and breasts and rending their garments, could be heard distinctly. Deadly pale, as if ready to sink, he tottered towards the door.

The "submarine pirate" that had been joked about for so many days, now seemed a thing of reality. Down amidships, on the main deck, a pretty girl had sat, balanced on the rail, her stalwart brother standing by to hold her securely. Yet, in the excitement that followed, the girl uttered a shriek and tottered. Her brother's hold was loosened for the instant, in his own bewilderment.

Later it seemed to her that she must have been near to fainting, for though she knew that he bore her inwards from the open door she could not so much as raise a hand in protest. She was utterly spent and almost beyond caring, so complete had been his conquest. When he set her on her feet she tottered, clinging to him nervelessly for support.