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Updated: June 14, 2025
Yet, for choice, every detail was premeditated, and an alternative expedient at each finger's end for as many bare and awful possibilities.
At length he rose up, and strode, as was his custom, through the room, moved by such a state of feeling as it was awful to look upon. During all this time he never seemed to notice Crackenfudge, whose face, on the other hand, formed a very ludicrous contrast with that of the baronet.
'He was getting a sack of flour on board, over yonder' said one of the men in the boat, 'and it was awful thick and foggy, and he missed his footing on the plank, and fell in; that's how it happened! 'Yes, said another man, 'and it seems he couldn't swim, and there was no boat nigh at hand to help him.
In spite of the awful nervous strain that she had endured she had no little restless habits or movements of any kind. One felt in her a vast reserve force and a dauntless courage.
The clouds, that had before lain so still, were now in rapid motion, hurrying and chasing each other round the horizon. It was a strangely awful sight.
My career led me to distant districts, and every year I could spend but a month or two at home; mother would have aged, grandmother have grown mad from the awful solitude had Heaven not sent a guardian angel into their midst. How much I have to thank Fanny for. For every smile of mother's face, for every new day of grandmother's life I had only Fanny to thank.
The man took these things and went to the Thunder's lodge. He entered and sat down by the doorway. The Thunder sat at the back of the lodge and looked at him with awful eyes. The man looked above and saw hanging there many pairs of eyes. Among them were those of his wife. "Why have you come?" said the Thunder in a dreadful voice. "I seek my wife," said the man, "whom you have stolen.
"We have the registration books here, and you are at liberty to look up any names you wish. Step this way, please." And he led the way to an inner office. "What year did they come out in?" asked the clerk. "Last year." "Last year an awful year to look up. 1846 yes, here is the book for that year a year which you are aware was an unparalleled one." "I have heard so."
It was Squire Blackett, who had arrived just in time to see his beloved child saved from an awful fate. For a few moments father and children clung to each other. When at length they looked round to express their gratitude to the plucky rescuer, he was nowhere to be seen.
Anyhow, he ran off howling, taking his mother's shears with him. "That awful Rabbit boy!" Mrs. Squirrel said. "A moment more and he would have cut off your beautiful tail your best feature, too!" "What's a feature, Mother?" Frisky asked. "Why your nose, and your eyes, and your ears anything of that sort," Mrs. Squirrel said. "It makes me feel faint just to think what almost happened."
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