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The simple, direct responses to stimuli such as sneezing, coughing, wrinkling, crying, response to tickling, etc., are termed reflexes. The more complex responses which are purposeful and are designed to aid or protect the organism, such as sucking, clinging, fear, anger, etc., are called instincts.
"Yis, sur," returned Machowl, respectfully touching the peak of his cap and wrinkling his forehead very much, while he looked on at the further proceedings of the divers with that expression of deep earnest sincerity of attention which whether assumed or genuine is only possible to the countenance of an Irishman.
It is not improbable that at some future time, by the further wrinkling or sinking of the surface of this part of the American continent, the slumbering volcanic fires may be awakened to new life and activity.
Barbara understood, without asking, remembering the head bowed in her lap after that confession of her encounter with the prying stranger in the bakery. Suddenly Georgina asked: "Barby, what is the 'Tishbite?" "The what?" echoed Barby, wrinkling her forehead in perplexity. "The Tishbite. Don't you know it says in the Bible, Elijah and the Tishbite "
"They wouldn't reserve at two hotels, would they?" "By whom," concluded Average Jones, shaking his head at the interruption. "Find out who occupied or reserved the apartments on either side." Mr. Thomas Colvin McIntyre lifted a wrinkling eyebrow. "Really, Jones," he observed, "you seem to be employing me rather in the capacity of a messenger boy."
And if I say it feels funny, you stop. Now easy at first! Horrors! I wouldn't be a man for anything!" "Don't blame me," mumbled Hiram. "Now quit wrinkling your scalp, Jo. Fella'd think I was going to cut your head off, the way you dodge and shrink." They were alone in the tent. Jo was on her knees on the ground, and behind her and over her stood Hiram with an old-fashioned razor in his hand.
Yozhov jumped to his feet and said boldly: "It's not I, Ivan Andreyich it's Gordyeeff." "Both of them were whispering," announced Smolin, serenely. Wrinkling his face mournfully and moving his big lip comically, the teacher reprimanded them all, but his words did not prevent Yozhov from whispering immediately: "Very well, Smolin! I'll remember you for telling."
The logger nodded as if he concurred in this, and, taking a little book from his pocket, he turned it over, wrinkling his brows while Nasmyth watched him with a smile. "Well," he said at length, "we'll count you full time to-day, but there's the four days off when you got crushed by that redwood, and the week when you chopped your leg.
They were certainly tempting to the eye, and he thought they were sent as manna was supplied to the children of Israel in the wilderness. Eagerly seizing them, Si tossed one into his mouth and began to chew it with great vigor. The persimmon got in its work at once. It took hold with a mighty grip, wrinkling him up like the skins on scalded milk.
"Naturally, I've been thinking a lot about that," he said, wrinkling his forehead in the effort to concentrate his mind and express himself with due solemnity. "It's funny, isn't it, that my rifle should be missing?" "Well, yes." Some sarcastic inflection in Winter's voice seemed to reach a rather torpid brain. Fenley looked up sharply. "Of course, funny isn't the right word," he said.
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