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Updated: June 26, 2025
It is impossible by mere description to impart an adequate idea of the truly appalling and tremendous character of their performances. Their machines are some of them vast structures, which, mounted upon stout wheels, and drawn by a couple of serviceable horses, might be mistaken for wild-beast vans.
I cannot think that this renegade had relations with a wild-beast showman as far off as Saxony; and then, how could he know that I and the children were to pass through Leipsic? It is impossible, my good man." After a moment's silence, during which Rodin looked first at Adrienne and then at Dagobert, with a kind of pity, he resumed.
"I watched her, and I watched her with my wild-beast eyes.
That the game should end in quarrel was quite in order, and sure enough, before very long, Ned Higgs was roaring his defiances to a companion who had seized the bit of tobacco unjustly. 'I 'ollered fag-end after Snuffy Bill! 'You're a liar! I did! 'You! You're a ! I'll your in arf a second! Then came the sound of a scuffle, the thud of blows, the wild-beast bellowing of infuriate voices.
The raging, howling storm had passed into the low sighing of the morning breeze, and the sea, which had dashed against the rocks like a roaring wild-beast, now lay quivering with broken strength at the stone base of the mountain.
In the same way the Faith the consoler of hearts turns to a raging wild-beast when it stoops to become religious partisanship.
Day after day the habit resumed its ancient sway, and the whip and the wild-beast yell returned with it. The serfs even began to tremble as they never had done, so long as his vices were simply those of a strong man; for now a fiendish element seemed to be slowly creeping in.
'Ha, Tressady! says I, 'Is this the thing you've murdered your comrade for? Now at this Tressady sprang back, to stare from me to the thing in my hand, Martin, and then ha, then with a wild-beast roar he sprang straight at me with his hook even as I had judged he would.
She paused about the middle of the floor, and looked at me with what I can only describe as her wild-beast stare. 'You are a very secrete family, you Ruthyns you are so coning. I hate the coning people. By my faith, I weel see Mr. Silas Ruthyn, and ask wat he mean. I heard him tell old Wyat that Mr. Dudley is gone away to-night.
He sprang up then like a wild-beast, but he was seized by as many as could get a grip of him, bundled to the gangway, and almost thrown down into the barge, where other men seized him and dragged him forward to where some spearmen stood ready on guard. By this time another had been thrown down and chained. He made no scruple about rising and walking to the side to be bundled down.
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