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He was grasping Jean's gun. The abbe rose and peered down through the bushes. Then he turned sharply and wrenched Jean's firearm from the count's hands. "They are friends of mine," he said. "The man who shoots will be shot by me." All turned and looked at him. They knew the abbe and the gun. And while they looked, Denise and Mademoiselle Brun drove past in safety.
Meantime the sounds of the battle rose on our extreme left more and more furious, extending to the place where I stood, at the Howard House. I had it carried inside of the Howard House, and laid on a door wrenched from its hinges. Dr. Hewitt, of the army, was there, and I asked him to examine the wound.
He raised her hand to his lips. 'No! Rhoda exclaimed with sudden wrath. 'Your respect oh, I appreciate your respect! She wrenched herself from his grasp, and went apart. Barfoot rose, gazing at her with admiration. 'It is better I should be at a distance from you, he said. 'I want to know your mind, and not to be made insensate.
Then Dave wrenched off one of the lamps, holding it to aid his vision. "There he is!" shouted Darrin, as his foot touched something. "His head is under water. Up with him, quickly!" Dave brought the rays of the lantern to bear more directly, while Simmons sprang to the rescue. Greg, too, joined in.
Wardrop said, "She didn't hit anything." As soon as the last bolt was in place, men tumbled over one another in their anxiety to get to the hand starting-gear, the wheel and worm, by which some engines can be moved when there is no steam aboard. They nearly wrenched off the wheel, but it was evident to the blindest eye that the engines stirred.
"I blame not thy scruples, my son," said the Abbot; "but the time which has wrenched asunder the allegiance of Christians to the church, and of subjects to their king, has dissolved all the lesser bonds of society; and, in such days, mere human ties must no more restrain our progress, than the brambles and briers which catch hold of his garments, should delay the path of a pilgrim who travels to pay his vows."
Whereupon she immediately wrenched the conversation aside into a new channel by asking how far it was to the canyon portal. "Only a mile or two now," was Lidgerwood's rejoinder. "Williams has been making good time."
He let go her hands, he placed his on her breasts, and the room seemed to swim round Sabina. Suddenly, from the room above, a frightful, tearing shriek. She wrenched herself away, tightened herself, drew herself up. "Who did that who made that noise?" ... In the silence the thin wailing of a baby. "Achk!" shrieked Sabina, rushing from the room.
She loved him she knew she loved him then for a minute there was silence while a strange feeling of uneasiness crept over her. Something was wrong. Of a sudden her heart wrenched, and turned over as she realized what it was. He was pitiful and wretched, a little drunk, and miserably tired. "Oh " she cried involuntarily. His eyes looked down at her.
Instantly Harrigan laid small bits of wood criss-cross on the pile of tinder. The flame licked at them tentatively, recoiled, rose again and caught hold. The fire was well started. With gusts of wind fanning it roughly, the flame rose fast. Harrigan made other journeys to the rotten stump and wrenched away great chunks of bark and wood. He came back and piled them on the fire.
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