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I learned later that he had not been fed for a month, and that he would not be fed again until another month had passed. Like all of his kind he would touch none but live food. The wretched dog, who seemed to guess the fate in store for him, hung back in the rope tied about his neck, and crouched flat to the ground, too frightened even to whine.
Now, I heard him yowl, sharply, as though in pain. Then, he was quiet, save for an occasional, subdued whimper of fear. A minute went by; then the gate on the West side of the gardens, slammed, distantly. After that, nothing; not even the dog's whine. I must have stood there some minutes.
I made bold to tread on Bungay's tail too, and you know what a round rating that would ha' cost me once a-day; but he minded the poor tyke's whine no more than a madge howlet whooping down the chimney so the case is beyond me." "Thou shalt tell me the rest within doors, Will. Meanwhile, let this person be ta'en to the buttery, and used with respect. He is a man of art."
David ran to a piece of rock-work, picked up a great pebble, and trotted to the side of the garden, whence a piteous, long-drawn howl had just arisen a dismal mournful cry, ending in a piercing whine, such as would be given by a half-starved tied-up dog left in an empty house. David reached the hedge, reached over, hurled the stone, and sent after it a burst of objurgations, ending with "Yah!
Beeton remained, beaming, while the child wailed his way through a song of some eight eight-line verses in the usual whine of a young Cockney, and, after compliments, left him to read Dick the foreign telegrams. Ten minutes later Alf returned to his parents rather pale and scared. ''E said 'e couldn't stand it no more, he explained. 'He never said you read badly, Alf? Mrs. Beeton spoke. 'No.
He did not, as many young men do, having once failed, retire dejected, to mope and whine in a corner, but diligently set himself to work. He carefully unlearnt his faults, studied the character of his audience, practised sedulously the art of speech, and industriously filled his mind with the elements of parliamentary knowledge.
Out of the deep throat of Black Bart, infinitely, ludicrously small, came a whine which was more doglike than anything Joan had ever heard, before, from the wolf. "Now," continued the implacable master, "you go over in that corner, and lie down." Black Bart arose with a finally ugly look for Satan and sneaked with hanging head and tail to the outer edge of the circle of light. "Farther!
But the old man paid no heed to his words. Bending forward, he made a strange sound in his throat, a soothing, cooing noise. The bear heard it, and ceased to whine. They saw the ugly head rear up and look at the Hermit wildly. Again he made the sound, and stooping without fear brought his face close to the bear's great body. The animal did not move. Presently the Hermit turned to John.
I prefer my profession to well, other things." "Of course," Betty agreed; "women should not be forever coddling their offspring, and when they learn to call things by their right names and develop some initiative, they won't whine so much." Lynda and Truedale had sadly abandoned the hope of children of their own.
He was repeating a monotonous whine, in which the words "poor workman, arm destroyed by machinery, aged mother to support," occurred continually. Daddy Tantaine walked straight up to the youth, and with a sound cuff sent his hat flying. The lad turned sharply round, evidently in a terrible rage; but, recognizing his assailant, shrank back, and muttered to himself, "Landed!"
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