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I gritted my teeth and stayed there to the end. At last only the dead tips of the fingernails remained, pallid and white, and the brown stain of some acid upon my fingers. "I struggled up. At first I was as incapable as a swathed infant stepping with limbs I could not see. I was weak and very hungry.
Now when they're spread out on a book, you know, to keep it open, won't it be unpleasant?" "They seem to have just such fingernails all over Europe except in England." "Oh, yes; I know it. I dare say we shouldn't care for it in him, if he didn't seem so very nice otherwise. How handsome he is!"
"If I am to be your wife," screamed Azure, "I'll mark your obstinate face with my fingernails!" "And I," said Turquoise passionately, "will pound your head with a broomstick!" "I'll shake him till his teeth rattle!" shrieked Sapphire. "The best way to manage a husband," observed Cerulia angrily, "is to pull his nose."
In her ignorance of the methods of the law she wondered wildly whether the next step would be to break in the door and search the house. Terror shook her again at this thought, scorched her with burning breath. She would escape she must. But how? Her fingernails pierced the palms of her hands as she vainly tried to think out a way. Should she hide somewhere?
It would definitely not go unnoticed. "Calling liner," said Hoddan painfully into a microphone. "Calling liner! We are pirates, attacking your ship. You have ten seconds to get into your lifeboats or we will hull you!" He settled back, again nibbling at his fingernails. He was acutely disturbed. At the end of ten seconds the distance between the two ships was perceptibly less.
Men were hurled aside like ninepins by the impact of some moving body that clove them like the rush of a tornado. With elbows, umbrella, hat-pin, tongue, and fingernails doing their duty, Violet Seymour forced her way through the mob of onlookers to the first row. Strong men who even had been able to secure a seat on the 5.30 Harlem express staggered back like children as she bucked centre.
"Yes!" Forrest answered. "I suppose you would say that they have let me off lightly. I wish I could feel so. If ever a man was sick of those dirty disreputable foreign places, where one holds on to life and respectability only with the tips of one's fingernails, I am. I think I shall chuck it, Ena. I am tired of those foreign crowds, suspicious, semi-disreputable.
The masterful overtures of such a lover as Dunborough, who would take all by storm, are still natural, though they lack respect; a woman would be courted, and sometimes would be courted in the old rough fashion. But, for the other mode of treatment, she may be a Grizel, or as patient a short course of that will sharpen not only her tongue, but her fingernails.
With his drooping sleeves and foot-long fingernails, he looked like the bats that sail under the trees in the twilight and nest, so they say, in people's hair. He gazed out over the tea-fields and saw not a soul, for every mother's son and mother's daughter, too, was hiding tight under the bushes, but a million little pigtails trembled in the air. "Whee!" shouted the great Choo Choo Choo;
I blame the men who incite them the old men, the soft-handed men, who sit back in office-chairs and plan madness for the world! What shall be the punishment of these men?" "They're a hard crowd " I admitted. "I have seen them! They are stone-faced men! They are wolves with machinery! They are savages with polished fingernails! And they have made of the land a place of fools!
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