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The mixing machine had now been stopped, and, as it was more quiet in the cave, our friends, in their hiding-place, had to speak in mere whispers. All the men were now gathered about the great steel box. This receptacle had been closed by a solid metal door, which was screwed and clamped tight.
When they were all gathered together, Shere Khan began to speak a thing he would never have dared to do when Akela was in his prime. "He has no right," whispered Bagheera. "Say so. He is a dog's son. He will be frightened." Mowgli sprang to his feet. "Free People," he cried, "does Shere Khan lead the Pack? What has a tiger to do with our leadership?"
I went to the place, and they sent me here, and the minute I saw the child, I knew her for my Tilly's." The old man had talked on, but Coomber had comprehended very little of what was said. He stood looking half-dazed for a minute or two after the stranger had ceased speaking. At length he gathered his wits sufficiently to say: "Have you got them pictures now?"
She taught him to speak her own negro English, which he pronounced with absolute fidelity to her intonations; so that barring the quality of his voice, his speech was an echo of Cicely's own. The summer wore away and the autumn came. John and Cicely wandered in the woods together and gathered walnuts, and chinquapins and wild grapes.
From this eminence the eye looks down into a deep valley, shady, fertile, and half-veiled in light vapor by the evening mist. The rich meadows, the tufts of bushy trees the fields from which the ripe corn has been gathered in, all blend together in one dark, uniform tint, which contrasts with the limpid azure of the heavens.
Old Diccon, who had gone with him to the fair, had met some cronies of his own, with whom he had sat gossiping in the ale-booth, leaving Myles for the nonce to shift for himself. By-and-by the old man had noticed a crowd gathered at one part of the fair-ground, and, snuffing a fight, had gone running, ale-pot in hand.
But at the time of the existence of the Rogues' Gallery he loved everything rejected by society, without making too nice a use of his natural taste. There, in those three little slum rooms, gathered a strange society a society held together on the basis of its utter rejection of the larger society of men.
As the hours wore on, poor Jessie Staples grew so alarmingly worse, and the fever increased so rapidly, that, despite her entreaties, Dorothy felt that she must summon medical aid. Soon after the entire household had gathered about Jessie, in the greatest alarm. A physician was sent for at once Doctor Crandall, whom Mrs. Garner had known for long years.
No, she gathered berries and sang snatches of songs as though she were quite alone.
At Kearney Street, he swung her aboard an electric car. "Victory!" she cried as the conductor rang his two bells and the car gathered headway. "It was perfect!" He stared down at her. "Well, I just had to put it through once I got started, but say I thought you'd sure be sore on me." His voice took on an apologetic tone. "It seems to me when I see a scrap, I constitutionally can't keep out of it."
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