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She gave the horse’s chin a deliberate, final scratching. “Yes, my lord.” Baron Sutcliffe, was entirely too big to stalk about a busy stable as quietly as a hungry tom cat. He spoke softly too, in the cultured tones of a gentleman, but Chesterton had paled at the sight of his ...
And now to him Who hath endured is given the boon Of an immeasurable moon. The air about the adept congeals To crystal; in his heart he feels One needle pang; then breaks that splendour Infinitely pure and tender . . . —And the ice drags him down! But may Our trembling frame, our...
The PU membrane shielded tester Lauren Danilek from rain and wind while dayhiking and camping in Washington’s central Cascades as well as strolling around Leavenworth. “When the rain picked up, I could throw my hood on and cinch the back for a nice fit around my head,” she reported. ...
I've been a waif for twenty years!' Thereat began a feeble scratching outside, and the pile of books moved as if thrust forward. I tried to jump up; but could not stir a limb; and so yelled aloud, in a frenzy of fright. To my confusion, I discovered the yell was not ideal: ...
She taught me techniques for getting hit by car and being seriously, but not fatally injured. The “drunk” behind the wheel would be held liable and I would garner a huge insurance payout. I endured a lot of pain, but got a HUGE amount of gain: $2,000,000. I gave Madam Chains ...
And, of course, there is the scratching. My mother has arthritic hands. After one giant monopoly board, she was worse off than Jerry Seinfeld after signing his Japanese royalty cheques. One can only hope that she wins a huge payoff. If only so she can afford laser eye repair and physiot...
Like when Mama told us to set the table for dinner and she smashed all the plates. Or the times I woke up in the middle of the night to her scratching my arms and legs until I bled. She told me that her friends told her to do it. I never saw Sissy with friends. I’m pretty...
They were rattling in my head—off their pins and shafts, scratching inside my skull like hamsters stuck behind a wall. Suddenly the mayhem stopped. Everything quieted down. There was a little blood dripping from my nose, but that was normal. I got dressed and went out in public. I ...
This movie is an insult to anyone passionate about the art of a good film (basically because it's trying to be art house). If I could compare this to other trash house art, it would be the equivalent of Tracey Emin's 'unmade bed' (or the tent she erected in the Tate, plastered ...