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"I don't care nothing about no man's past," said Annie. "They all look alike to me." "Well, I can't say that about you. Some ways you're a powerful homely girl. Your hair's gettin' sunburned around the ends like Karen Jensen's. And your eyes turn around, won't you, so I kin remember what color your eyes is. I sort of forgot, but they ain't much. Not that I care about it.
When he spoke of his uncle's trust in Jensen's integrity, when he urged the value of Jensen's services to us on the voyage, and the way in which he had kept the sailors under control at the first symptom of mutiny, I had, it must be confessed, little to say in reply that could seriously damage Jensen's character.
"I don't care how many there is," said Sim Gage simply. Early as Gardner was, he was not the only traveler on the road. As he approached Nels Jensen's gate he saw below that place on the road the light of a car traveling at speed. He slid off his horse, tied the animal, and stood, rifle in hand, directly in front of the approaching vehicle.
Proprietor Jensen's desire to see an English groom, whom he saw understood his business, handling his favourite animal, a horse, overcame whatever scruples he may have had as to its leading to his daughters riding Hardy's horses, and in a few minutes one of the horses was mounted by Garth, with a skirt tied to his waist, and the horse trotted and cantered up and down the avenue.
With the grace of a Centaur, the rider swung his mount in beside them and doffed his hat. "Two of Jensen's herders have been shot. I thought you ought to know about it." "What?" The ranch owner's jaw dropped at the news. "It's true, sir. Word just came in." "Thanks, Barker." Wade pulled himself together, as the restless pony raced back to the barn.
"Povl do an' play, do an' play!" he said over and over again. "He wants to go out and play," said Ditte, looking questioningly at her father. "Then maybe he's better already," broke out Lars Peter cheerily. "Let him go if he wants to." Ditte dressed him, but he drooped like a withered flower, and she put him to bed again. "Shall I fetch Lars Jensen's widow?" she asked.
As in a mirror I saw again the interior of Jensen's cabin and the beautiful face of Barbara, smiling as she stooped over her hideous standard. I saw again that vile black flag, and as the picture painted itself upon my brain the consciousness of our peril came upon me in all its strength. Without a doubt, the first thing to do was to tell Lancelot what I knew.
To treachery and bloodshed were added treachery and lust. The cup of Jensen's iniquity was more than full. It ran over and was spilt upon the ground, crying out to Heaven for vengeance. There were, as you know, women among our colonists not many, but still some, the wives of some of the settlers, the daughters and sisters of others.
As had been the case ever since we made Fair Island, there was almost no wind, so that their sails were of little service, but their rowing was excellent, as the rowing of good seamen always is. And, villains though they were, those underlings of Jensen's were admirable sailors. When they were quite near we could recognise the faces of the fellows in the two boats.
For the meaning of this phrase, see Winckler's Altorientalische Forschungen, iii. 208-222, and Jensen's Kosmologie, p. 167. From Heuzey's note in De Sarzec, Décourveries en Chaldée, p. 31, it would appear that at Lagash there was a zikkurat of modest proportions, but Dr.
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