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She had wished much to knit him a comforter, but it was three weeks and more since either of them had been able to get to the village; besides which, she knew that papa felt very poor indeed, and she did not like to ask for money, even so little as would have carried out her wish. "This must do," she said, with a quick sigh. Then she hung up her own stocking, and went upstairs.
Ellen rose and he followed her around the corner of the house to the door yard. As they waited, Courtrey, clad in dark leather chaps, his guns swinging, came toward them. At sight of Kenset he stopped short and an oath rolled from his lips. The kerchief at his neck was turned knot-back and hung like a glob of crimson blood upon his breast.
Turk Righter and some of the other fun makers tied the shoe strings together, and hung them out of the window where they blew noisily against the window pane.
Dark ivy hung down from the rocks, and under the vaulted entrance of the cavern was a clump of elders, very sinister-looking, and giving forth when touched an evil narcotic odour. Near these forlorn shrubs was a solitary plant of angelica, now woebegone, its fringed leaves drooping, waiting for the rising water to wash it into the darkness.
His clothing, mere rags, hung loosely on a figure that was now much too narrow for them. Two bloodshot eyes burned in dark caverns. "Thank God," he cried, "you are Texans, all of you!" "Why, it's Ben Milam," said Potter. "We thought you were a prisoner at Monterey in Mexico." "I was," replied Milam, one of the Texan leaders, "but I escaped and obtained a horse.
I see much of you of late, and I have a hope that you are thinking of the priesthood. We should welcome you very gladly, you may be sure. Who knows but what there is a Cardinal's hat hung up in the anteroom of the future for you to take down from its peg?" The suggestion was sufficiently startling to Wogan, who had thought of nothing less than of entering into orders.
Atkins came out of his reverie with a start, arose and walked across the room to the wall where the instrument hung. It was before the days of the convenient desk 'phone. He took the receiver from its hook and spoke into the transmitter. "Hello!" he said. "Hello! Yes, yes! stop ringing. What is it?" The wire buzzed and purred in the storm. "Hello!" said a voice. "Hello, there! Is this Mr.
There were stars above again but no globes. Just as they had won their freedom from the valley, so they moved without escort on the plains. But the lights were there not impinging on the flitter, or patrolling along its line of flight. No, they hung in a glowing cluster ahead when in the dawn the flitter shot away from the woods, headed for the landmark of the safari camp.
With great caution, the lad climbed up the slender top of the mast. Bruiser's tail hung over, while he clung with his feet, glaring down at Teddy. The baboon realized that he could not get away. "Come down here!" commanded Teddy, grabbing the beast's tail and giving it a mighty tug. Bruiser's grip gave way. Down shot Teddy and the baboon.
"If I shall not be Monsieur de Trop, I will so gladly see them all. You haf been ill, my friend?" He put the question abruptly, for, as Jo hung up his coat, the light fell on her face, and he saw a change in it. "Not ill, but tired and sorrowful. We have had trouble since I saw you last." "Ah, yes, I know.
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