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"I've been layin' for him ever since, an' I'll give it to him good, first chance I get." "He goes to night school now," remarked one. "Oh, yes, he's puttin' on airs all 'round," returned Dick. "I'll night school him!" he added, vengefully. It was not long before Dick found an opportunity to execute his threats of vengeance.

"She's said she's goin', so goin' she is," he grunted matter-of-factly. "No argifyin's no good when she's said that. You might know that by now, Mar." He added, to assuage his wife, that Mr. Silver was going to stop with them at The Sefton Arms. "He's better than some," said the old lady almost vengefully. "Now then, Mar-r-r!" cried the old man, "You're gettin' a reg'lar old woman, you are."

He jumped up, crimson, all his white hair bristling, his eyes glaring vengefully, and shook violently the flaps of his ruined waistcoat before the disconcerted Sotillo. "Look! Those uniformed thieves of yours downstairs have robbed me of my watch." The old sailor's aspect was very threatening. Sotillo saw himself cut off from the table on which his sabre and revolver were lying.

It was not the first time she had seen the uncouth faces and forms of the motley group who had been vengefully regarding her; but their appearance had seemed doubly appalling when viewed in the light of being her associates for life. Out of their sight she breathed freely again, and coming shortly into the main road, a feeling almost of joy seized her. "I will not weep or be sad any more.

The earthworks in the thickets to the right and left seemed to be crowded with a running flame; and down on their faces fell the foremost soldiers, their gallant leader shot through and through, plunging headlong, yet in his dying agony waving his surviving men to get to cover. Vengefully now the "Krags" opened in reply to Remington and Mauser.

We ducked again with startled celerity just before reaching the wood. This time it was a short-range shell from one of our own guns there was no mistaking the wheezy, tinny sound of its passage through the air. It fell in front of us on the edge of the road, and delivered its shrapnel as vengefully as if it had fallen in the Boche lines.

After this unavailing visit, the necessity of going again established itself in me, and I went repeatedly, choosing, indeed, rainy days when I could not well go elsewhere, and vengefully rejoicing, when I went, in the inadequacy of its hugeness and the ugliness of its monuments. Some sense of my mood I may impart, if I say that St. Paul's always seemed a dispersed and interrupted St.

Four-Pound-the Second's jockey had already disappeared into the weighing-room. "Ain't done yet," screamed the jockey vengefully as he passed. "You're never done," said Silver quietly, as he stroked the muzzle of the reeking brown. "Never could take a licking like a gentleman!" The jockey, beside himself, leaned out toward the other. "Want it across the mug, do ye, Silver?" he yelled.

Here and there, nestling against the gentle slopes of the hillside clearing, was a low-thatched farmhouse among its orchards. As we walked, Nick's escapade, instead of angering Monsieur Gratiot, seemed to present itself to him in a more and more ridiculous aspect, and twice he nudged me to call my attention to the two vengefully triumphant figures silhouetted against the moon ahead of us.