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The garden up at the top was scattered by the wind in every direction: the black-currant-bush and the strawberry-plant, the mountain-ash and the little oak, the dandelions and the violets all blew away; and nobody knows what has become of them since. The earth-worm lay just below and wriggled: "I can't stand this," he said. "Let them chop me into two ... into three.... But this is worse.
This he succeeded in doing, but as Miss Mayton thanked him and stooped to kiss him he wriggled off the piazza like a little eel, shouted, "Tum on!" to his brother, and a moment later my nephews were following the "cutter-grass" at a respectful distance in the rear. "Those are my sister's best children in the world, Miss Mayton," said I.
"If you please, sir," said I, "they did not mean to cut him, but he wriggled." Clark turned sharply. "Eh?" said he, "did you have a hand in this, too?" "Peste!" cried the Captain, "the little ferret you call him he find me on the prairie. I run to catch him with some men and fall into the crick " he pointed to his soaked leggings, "and your demons, they fall on top of me."
He wriggled uneasily in his chair, for the spirit was willing; but Elsie made him lie quiet; she rearranged his pillow, and stepped on to the bridge. By walking from port to starboard, and traversing the short length of the spar deck, she could command a view of the bay and of most parts of the ship.
They clambered, squirmed and wriggled to the deck, forcing us steadily backward, though we emptied our pistols into them. There were all sorts and conditions of horrible things huge, hideous, grotesque, monstrous a veritable Mesozoic nightmare.
"A week of this would have broken my spirit!" "If you can, Price, you'd better come feet first," suggested Mahaffy. "Not sufficiently acrobatic, Solomon it's heads or I lose!" said the judge. He thrust his shoulders into the opening and wriggled outward. Suddenly his forward movement was arrested. "I was afraid of that!" he said, with a rather piteous smile. "It's my stomach, Solomon!"
When a porker wriggled and hunched and nosed a space in the line fence, and slithered greasily through, Lad's work was cut out for him. It looked simple enough. But it was not simple. Nor was it safe. In the first instance, pigs were hard to start running.
I felt her cunt pressures, and knew how her passions were rising. Speedily, in place of resisting, she began to cry, "Oh, oh," and breathe hard, and then most gloriously wriggled her splendid arse, and as I spent she too was taken in the delicious ecstasy of the final crisis. She lay throbbing on my delighted prick until it stood as stiff as before.
Lingard might be angry. Incredible, but so it was. He might . . . A wave of heat passed through Almayer's body, flushed his face, and broke out of him in copious perspiration. He wriggled in his chair, and pressed his hands together under the table. What an awful prospect!
Lying flat on his stomach, in order to get as much as possible of this obstacle between his eyes and the sky, M'Snape was presently able to descry, plainly silhouetted against the starry landscape, the profile of one Bain, a scout of A Company, leaning comfortably against a small bush, and presumably holding the end of the cord in his hand. M'Snape wriggled silently away, and paused to reflect.
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