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She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head as she tripped away. "Father drinks," said Mikolai, his laughing face all at once overcast. "He never drank before, why does he do so now?" He looked at his stepmother inquiringly; he felt as though he must demand an explanation of her. How could she allow him to drink so much?
They were tired of their faith, but they were not virile enough to become real Pagans; their dancing fauns were good young men who tripped Morris dances and ate health foods and believed in a sort of Socialism which made for the greatest dulness of the greatest number. You will find plenty of them still if you go into what remains of social London." Yeovil gave a grunt of acquiescence.
"And can never, of course, require a warming-pan," remarked Frank. "Lar! tha b'est a queer little chap," thought Mary; but being too polite to say as much, she merely smiled pleasantly at the remark, as she tripped out of the room.
"Ah," cried the little maid, "then you have never met my father, the Prince. He is terribly particular. With that she came bowing backward towards the well of the staircase, so far that I was almost afraid she would fall plump into my arms. But she checked herself in time, and without looking round or seeing me she tripped back to my father's bedside and sat down quite confidingly beside him.
The hair of Irma di Karski was of singular beauty, and so dear to her that the allusion to the triumphant feature of her person passed off Rocco's irony in sugar. 'Addio! I shall astonish you before many hours have gone by, she said; and this time they bowed together, and the maestro tripped back hurriedly, and shut his door.
Yet when the Flying Cloud, one January day, tripped anchor and set sail, there were but three strangers on the quarter-deck a middle-aged gentleman in search of health, the invalid brother, in his eighteenth year, and the small, sad boy. The captain's wife, a lady of Salem who had followed him from sea to sea for many a year, was the joy and salvation of that forlorn little company.
This man once was about to strike Autolykus the athlete, in whose house Xenophon has laid the scene of his "Symposium," with his staff, when Autolykus tripped him and threw him down. Lysander did not sympathise with his fall, but even reproached him, saying that he did not know how to govern free men. However, the Thirty, to please Kallibius, shortly afterwards put Autolykus to death.
So Brownie Beaver looked down to see what was there. Now, in his anger he had quite forgotten the great storm. But as he saw what had tripped him he remembered it again. But he was no longer worried. "Hurrah!" Brownie cried. "Here's just what I need!" And then he hurried back home again but not to tell about the trees that had been stolen.
"Now, remember," shaking an affectionate finger at her, "your best." "I will," she answered, looking back. The whole earth was brimming sunshine that morning. She tripped along, the clear sky pouring liquid blue into her soul. Oh, blessed are the children of endeavour in this, that they try and are hopeful. And blessed also are they who, knowing, smile and approve.
Their lungs pained with the gases they had inhaled, but they pushed on until suddenly with a cry Bruce stumbled and pitched forward. But he was on his feet in an instant, and examining the apparently lifeless mass in the roadway that had tripped him. Then with a shout of delight, he summoned Jiminy and in an instant a coat stretcher was made with the aid of the scout staffs they had cut.
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