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Nolan stopped whistling under his breath. "There's the Ford," he reminded Casey comfortingly. "Which I wisht it wasn't!" snarled Casey. "You know yourself, Mr. Nolan, it's likely stole, an' the first man I meet in the trail'll likely take it off me, claimin' it's his'n!" Mack Nolan started whistling again, but checked himself abruptly. "Well, our trap's wanting bait, I see.
Trap's translation is close, and conveys the author's meaning literally, so consequently may be fitter for a school-boy, but men of riper judgment, and superior taste, will hardly approve it; if Dryden's is the most spirited of any translation, Trap's is the dullest that ever was written; which proves that none but a good poet is fit to translate the works of a good poet.
Facing the boy, in the corridor, were six Chinamen, or men in native dress, rather. Back of them were a score of stern-faced Chinese policemen. To the right, and struggling with all their might to get into the room were Frank, Jack, and Jimmie, the latter with his nose wrinkled and wrinkling to such an extent that it resembled a small ocean with the wind undulating its surface. "Trap's closed!"
She hoped Uncle Alfred was not expectant of affection. Night was coming down. The road was hardly separable from the moor, and it was the Brent Farm dogs which warned her of the visitor's approach. Two yellow dots slowly swelled into carriage lamps, and the rolling of wheels and the thud of hoofs were faintly heard. She went quickly to the schoolroom. "John, the trap's coming."
Often and often I had him alone and crying! and I promised myself to be behind him on just such a job as we're in for a night assault: oh, he'd have enjoyed that! But he couldn't stand it. At Celorico he gave me the slip and deserted: and now he's in Ciudad Rodrigo, yonder, and the trap's closing, and what's he feeling like, think you? Eh?
Now he keeps the Three Cocks by the bridge. He don't like Jaggers any better than me. Only lay low and mind your eye. Arunvale's stiff with 'em." Silver wished to know more, but he was not to be gratified. The station-clerk, as full of mystery as Monkey Brand himself, bustled him out of the office, finger to his lips. "Trap's outside, sir," he whispered. "I won't come with you.
Trap's remarks may possibly be true; but in this he is an instance how easy it is to discover faults in other men's works, and how difficult to avoid them in our own. Dr.
"I'm busy as Trap's wife," she said, "and if you were the Govenar itself you wouldn't get lave to spake to me now. Put a sight on himself on the field yonder, the second meadow past the Bishop's bridge, and come back with the boys to supper." Philip found the Melliah field. Two-score workers, men, women, and children, a cart and a pair of horses were scattered over it.
'Yes, I'm coming. Just half a minute. Stand over now! Trap's not come, has it? 'Not yet, said Isabel. His voice was pleasant and ordinary, but it had a slight suggestion of the stable to her. She wished he would come away. Whilst he was so utterly invisible she was afraid of him. 'How's the time? he asked. 'Not yet six, she replied. She disliked to answer into the dark.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me." Psalm xxiii. 4. "'Tis but the cruel artifice of fate, Thus to refine and vary on our woes, To raise us from despair and give us hopes, Only to plunge us in the gulf again, And make us doubly wretched." TRAP's Abramuh.
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