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Her face flamed at him, the bonfire's light when prejudice is burned. "I know," she said, "but you're too slow. You want them educated first. Then you'll give them something if they deserve it." "I won't give them my country or Weedon Moore's country to manhandle till they're grown up, and fit to have a plaything and not smash it." "I would, Jeffrey." "You would?" "Yes. Give them power.
He was thanked, as he merited, for those very kind offers, which we did not wish, however, to profit by. Little by little the health of the General was reestablished, and the army demonstrated its joy by bonfire's all over the camp, and by salvos, which it was impossible to prevent. Never was seen testimony of love so universal or so flattering.
Thereupon the strawberry roan, who had looked fit for a girthsling three hours before, tossed his head and pranced daintily out of the arena amid a ringing round of applause. Hardly had Bonfire's docked tail disappeared before the woman in the stunning gown turned eagerly to a man beside her and asked, "Can't I have him, Jerry? He'll be such a perfect cross-mate for Topsy. Please, now."
There were the other horses that had been taken with him into the box, some placidly munching hay, others looking curiously about. There were the familiar grooms who talked soothingly in his ear and patted his neck in vain. The terror of the thing, this being whirled noisily away in a box, had struck deep into Bonfire's brain, and he could not get it out.
She saw his gaze pass over her shoulder; and then heard these words come slowly, one by one, like dropping stones. His face was like a ghost's in the bonfire's light, and he muttered again "From battle and murder, and from sudden death Good Lord, deliver us!"
'The bonfire's going pretty strong. We looked. It was. Great flames were rising to heaven against the evening sky. And we had left it,a smouldering flat heap. 'The clay must have caught alight, H. O. said. 'Perhaps it's the kind that burns. I know I've heard of fireclay. And there's another sort you can eat. 'Oh, shut up! Dicky said with anxious scorn. With one accord we turned back.
But do come in, Jerry, and let's get on home. I'm so-o-o-o tired." Mr. Jerry stifled his sentiment and shut the cab-door with a bang. Dan pulled Bonfire's head into position and lightly laid the whip over the all too obvious ribs. Bonfire, his head bobbing ludicrously on his thin neck and his stubby tail keeping time at the other end of him, moved uncertainly up the avenue at a jerky hobble.
It was a raking, scraping, rib-bending rub, applied with all the force in Hawkins's sinewy arms. It sent the sluggish blood pounding through every artery of Bonfire's congested system and it made the perspiration ooze from the red face of Hawkins. At the end of forty minutes' work Bonfire half believed he had been skinned alive. But he had stopped trembling and he held up his head.
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