...ab-like, sideways, afraid to turn his back on the hostile room. Dinah watched him from the kitchen, numbed. She absentmindedly arranged her hair an... ...mother said – "The worst crimes are passionate." She jumped to her feet and hurried to the kitchen to rid her dress of a budding coffee stain. My ... ...h Janusz. "I have cookies in sugar or in honey" – my grandma chuntered and motioned to the kitchen listlessly. My mother and Aliza rushed to fetch ... ...w me." We climbed down to the dormitories of the fresh initiates. He mutely pointed at the crooked berths, the metal chests, the hanging hair shirts... ...bad is going to happen soon." I hold his massive palm in mine and study the sooty definite creeks that cross and intersect. "You are losing your wi...

...At Bighorn 7 “That’s why we stopped in the first place. There’s a little creek over there about fifty feet. It should be all you and your horse... ..., but I’m willing to listen. Let’s let the ladies go about their work in the kitchen and you can tell me what you’ve got in mind.” I could finall... ... I stayed around the hotel for the rest of the day like Burns had told me. Crooked as the whole thing was, this was the easiest money I’d ever ma... ...rize the mayor’s office, but we’re not burglars. We’re real lawmen stuck in a crooked department. By breaking into the mayor’s office, we’re enforc... ... for?” “That’s the hard part. I don’t rightly know, except that somebody as crooked as Mayor Kane must have a paper trail. I’d look for anything t... ...as it was, he came downstairs in the hope of finding something to drink. The kitchen was already lit up and Mister Dawkins was standing over the wo...

...This third and newest novel in the series takes young Montana back home to help his family battle a crooked mayor and sheriff who have assumed control of his home town during his three year absence. With the help of his friends, family and famous horse "Spirit", Montana continues to fight for what's right...and ultimately p...

...don’t. Now we match—his and hers Indy hats.” The flames leapt greedily at the logs, reflecting in his hazel eyes as he scanned her up and down with a crooked smile. “Did anybody ever tell you how sexy you look in camouflage? And boy, you have the part of big-game hunter nailed.” “I’m not here to hunt any game and certainly not to kill anything. I just want to prove its ex...

...nt and he has returned the favor by feeding Alcaeus and me. We ate in the kitchen, glad to find considerate slaves. We can remain long enough to rec... ...nd places, all I have loved. Only in memory will I walk along the orchard creek and hunt for crayfish, think and stare as a boy thinks and stares. I... ...ed the paths and streets, wanting the miracle of love and life. Our path crooked upward to the “House of the Figs,” where I was given a donkey, a t... ... Peter’s Tammuz 3 will miss Peter’s little house, its rough walls, its crooked windows, its clumsy thatched roof. The floors have interested me. ... ...res are leaden, her hair is twisted under a net in lumps, her arms dangle crookedly. She is bones hooked together with shrunken gut. She has been wo... ...rough the snow. While at Pericord, most of us ate in the refectory or the kitchen. Were there thirty monks at the monastery? All of them were dirty ... ...S chiseled in its center. IHS...smoke from cheap table candles mixed with kitchen smoke as we ate with shutters closed against the snow and cold. ... ...ld steal away and turtle hunt—that was our joy: tirelessly, we combed the creeks and river, staying long past staying time, scolded but not caring. ... ...essure of necessity. LINCOLN’S JOURNAL 523 My father lived in Knob Creek, Kentucky; from this place he removed to Spencer County, Indiana, in...

...l sought by those who believe the 4 tale, trying their luck in the local creek and dams. Truth is, no gold had ever been found in the area; mind yo... ...cing a woman is a tractor ride across the back paddock to their favourite creek to fish for eels or a night of skeet shooting using dry cow pads. He... ...en of Eden’, as the congregation admiringly call it. Within the time worn kitchen, Darcy cooked Alan his usual sausages and eggs for breakfast, whic... ...f the lace tablecloth, covering the thick pine table in the centre of the kitchen, lovingly set for two. Snakelex sat quietly in the corner, having ... ...oothing hands on the human’s shoulders. Snakelex sat in the centre of the kitchen floor, scrutinising his enemy. The stillness about the angel made ... ...nt. Their last week in town saw John Carter perform a baptism down at the creek with what was left of the congregation, standing on the banks under ... ...ixty three of the demonic manual, this Higher Authority is described as a crooked so and so, who calls himself, ‘I am’.’ The only good thing about t...

...weetheart.” “Bobby hasn’t been around me much in the last fifteen years.” On the kitchen stove, burnt fried chicken lay in a skillet beside a pot ... ...gie was pissed, as I knew she’d be. She was frying chicken for her boyfriend. The kitchen was hot as hell, and the mashed potatoes are burning. Li... ...oyce Lee’. Then I tell her to turn the chicken before it burned and left that fiery kitchen. “In the bathroom, did I look a mess in the mirror. M... ...241. No police cars around, and no yellow tape, but a Mercedes roadster was parked crookedly at the curb. Faint light glowed from the lower floor ... ... long strands of blond hair stick out from the back and sides. A slight man with a crooked smile, he resembled his mother, Margo. Margo Watts had... ...ty pint bottles of MD 20/20 in various flavors: Banana Red, Hawaiian Blue, Lightning Creek, Tangerine Dream. A dog’s dish sat in a corner. Thinking... ...on to play ’just the back nine‘ with her and Sammie at twelve-thirty at the Paskova Creek Country Club. Laura Kate wanted to talk to Sammie alone, w... ...fifty, her hair was sun-bleached white and her skin was brown leather. Although her crooked smile was as permanent and charming as Olin’s, this morn... ...t couple of days, Laura Kate saw only three foursomes since passing through Paskova Creek Country Club’s stone gates. Driving up the hill and aroun...

...ne that. She turned and stared at her reflection in the framed mirror on the kitchen wall. Blue eyes wide with uncer- tainty stared back. With a disgu... ...they’d inflicted? Kelsey poured a glass of the red wine and sat down at the kitchen table. This was her favorite room in the Victorian. The yellow-cr... ...r. He and his basset hound.” “Right. The handyman.” Duncan headed toward the kitchen. “I smell garlic bread.” He gave a low whistle when he saw the ta... ...niel moved to it, happy to see water still filled it to the rim. There was a creek nearby, but he had no urge to visit it in the outside blackness. A... ...reddish hairs on Barbara M. Hodges 109 the back of each hand. She noticed a crooked white line across the span of his left hand. When had it happened...

...She would have to wait until the rains filled the box canyon's small, muddy creek, and even then she would take as much water as she could carry. Sh... ..., leaning into bushes. His neighbor bent over him and NightShout flashed a crooked smile. WindTamer should not be so concerned. The smaller man par... ...Her heart sank as he guided her back indoors. "I'd like to watch you in the kitchen, if you don't mind." "You don't trust me." "I have no reason t... ...e DamBuster wasn't looking. After her time in the salt pan, the heat in the kitchen was inconsequential. Her benefactor backed away from the hearth ... ...mBuster set her plate before her and said, "Don't wait." He returned to the kitchen. The fork in her left hand wavered only a bit. She had learned t...

...(jrk city was elotsted editor- in-c,liii)f, and Juhn KHnnotli Byanl of Fly Creek, N. Y., hnsinesH manager for tlie coming year. GERALD MYGATT 1908 The... ...p Hall at 1.30 p. m. on Friday: President, John Kenneth Byard 1908, of Fly Creek, N. Y. ; vice-president, El- mer Philip Groben 1908, of Buf- falo, N.... ...ludes a drawing room, a large lounging room, the dining room pool room ond kitchen. The second floor is divided into three suites occupied by eight me... ...ll of God. This is an age of criticism and judgment, but a man to judge of crooked men must be straight himself. There are three ways of "judg- ing." ... ...blep and six smaller ones, a lunch counter finished in white marble, and a kitchen. The property owned for many years by the Rob- erts family on the W... ...e Hall. On the first floor will prob- ably be located a lounging room, ' a kitchen nnd a dining room. / large enough to accommodate all i' those roomi... ...erts Robb 1909, of Richmond Hill, N. Y., John Ken- neth Byard 1908, of Fly Creek, N. Y., and Hallett Johnson 1908, of South Orange, N. J., alternate, ...

...ated fish- ermen of Sambira saw a small canoe shooting out from the narrow creek at the back of the white man’s house, and the solitary occupant paddl... ...rt silence and rising from his chair, “when you go paddling alone into the creeks in your canoe. That Reshid is a violent scoundrel, and there is no s... ...urn home after one of her solitary excur- sions, heard in one of the small creeks a splashing, as if of heavy ropes dropping in the water, and the pro... ...e away in the clearing was best. Bulangi was a safe man. In the network of crooked chan- nels no white man could find his way. White men were strong, ... ...aith, deceived by the emotional estimate of his motives, unable to see the crookedness of his ways, the unre- ality of his aims, the futility of his r... ... courtyard was in a great uproar. A strange Chinaman had possession of the kitchen fire and was noisily demanding another saucepan. He hurled objurgat...

...tongue, though not my heart, shall haue his will. 1125 He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere, 1126 Ill- fac’d, worse bodied, shapelesse euery... ...houlder- clapper, one that counterma[n]ds 1147 The passages of allies, creekes, and narrow lands: 1148 A hound that runs Counter, and yet draw... ...ans Fable, she her selfe reuil’d you there. 1360 Anti. Did not her Kitchen maide raile, taunt, and 1361 scorne me? 1362 Dro. Cert...

...ooked at him in silence. Water dripped from him, made a dark pool, and ran crookedly across the cabin floor. We could hear Jackson, who had gone out t... ...en my land since. We sailed south; we overtook many praus; we examined the creeks and the bays; we saw the end of our coast, of our island—a steep cap... ...men! Charms and talismans! Charms that keep them straight, that drive them crooked, that have the power to make a young man sigh, an old man smile. Po... ...other was practically bedridden, and the girls chattered loudly in the big kitchen, unrebuked, from morning to night. He said to himself: “We must cha... ...r Bacadou, neglected by the cackling lot of strange women who thronged the kitchen, left in the morning his seat under the man- tel of the fireplace, ... ...e grandfather had a new coat. Some months afterwards, one evening when the kitchen had been swept, and the door locked, Jean- Pierre, looking at the c... ...hibious creature leaving the water for its lair in the forests. The narrow creek was like a ditch: tortuous, fabu- lously deep; filled with gloom unde... ...oisonous of impenetrable forests. The men poled in the shoaling water. The creek broadened, opening out into a wide sweep of a stag- nant lagoon. The ... ...oud murmurs of “Allah be praised!” it came with a gentle knock against the crooked piles below the house. The boatmen with uplifted faces shouted disc...

...dis- covery. She tugged her hand free and fluttered, “I must go out to the kitchen and help Mrs. Marbury.” She did not speak to him again till, after ... ...e’ll have a corking farm in ten years, but now— I oper- ated his wife on a kitchen table, with my driver giving the anesthetic. Look at that scared ba... ...and eaves were rusted with rain, and the child who stared at them from the kitchen window was smeary-faced. But beyond the barn was a clump of scarlet... ... she stamped her foot he came out wailing, “Honest, I haven’t done nothing crooked today—not yet.” She never recalled her first impression of Main Str... ...n the ways, and fire the poor bum of a shoemaker that built it so it sails crooked, and have it rebuilt right, from the keel up.” “Yes—that—that would... ...ide her, and small waves sputtered on the meadowy shore. She leaped a tiny creek bowered in pussy- willow buds. She was nearing a frivolous grove of b... ...n do! But I didn’t say anything about his being honest. He isn’t. Terry is crooked as a dog’s hind leg. He’s done me more than one dirty trick. He tol... ...retch unchanging to the North Pole: low hill, brush-scraggly bottom, reedy creek, muskrat mound, fields with frozen brown clods thrust up through the ... ...the hills are covered with brush, the lakes shut off by railroads, and the creeks lined with dumping-grounds; of depressing sobriety of color; rectang...

...ger flew along a corridor, and down a narrow winding stair, and across the kitchen; then snatching at the arm of a boy of his own age whom he met at t... .... A little Norman sailing vessel was moored two evenings after in a lonely creek on the coast, and into it stepped M. de Ribaumont, with his Bible, Ma... ...Montgomery’s spear. And when the King and his brothers, one of them a puny crooked boy, were the champions, the battle must needs be the merest show, ... ...first bring word to Master Philip that the young lord and lady were in the creek. Philip gave his pony no rest, between the lock-out on the downs and ... ...his pony no rest, between the lock-out on the downs and the borders of the creek; but day after day passed, and still the smacks from Jersey held no p... ...onique, however, engaged that if her Lady succeeded in safely crossing the kitchen in the twilight, and in leaving the convent, she would keep the sec... ...ellaise. A gleam of red light spread across the passage from the half-open kitchen door, whence issued the savoury steam of the supper preparing for M... ...een writ more than a year, but, bless you, these poor foreigners have such crooked ears and tongues that they don’t know what to make of a plain man’s...

...e muttered, as he sent his wheel rumbling across the bridge over Broderson Creek. “The romance, the real romance, is here somewhere. I’ll get hold of ... ... routes. His objective point was the spring at the headwaters of Broderson Creek, in the hills on the eastern side of the Quien Sabe ranch. The trail ... ...reon the wheat had been successful, no doubt because of the Little Mission Creek that ran through it. But he no longer occupied himself with the lands... ...tle after six o’clock, and a quarter of an hour later had breakfast in the kitchen of the ranch house, pre- ferring not to wait until the Chinese cook... ... seed was kept, presented him- self, cap in hand, on the back porch by the kitchen door. “I thought I’d speak to you about the seed from Four, sir,” h... ... of the ranch house itself, toward the County Road, was the bunk-house and kitchen for some of the hands. From the steps of the porch the view to the ... ...terman proposed a toast to Quien Sabe and the Big- gest Barn. Their elbows crooked in silence. Old Broderson set down his glass, wiping his long beard... ...leaned back in his place, stroking the bridge of his beak-like nose with a crooked forefinger. Cedarquist turned to Harran and began asking details as...

...These she felt very carefully, and soon, of course, distinguished that the crooked lines spoon, differed as much from the crooked lines key, as the ... ... their dinner, singly, American Notes – Dickens 58 through a trap in the kitchen wall; and each man car ries his to his sleeping cell to eat it, wh... ...bout it for an hour or two, I felt that I would have given the world for a crooked street. The collar of my coat appeared to stiffen, and the brim of ... ... next hour or so, we crossed by wooden bridges, each a mile in length, two creeks, called respectively Great and Little Gunpowder. The water in both w... ... more orderly, and more polite. Soon after nine o’clock we come to Potomac Creek, where we are to land; and then comes the oddest part American Notes ... ...reatures or weapons they were called after. Thus, the Great Turtle makes a crooked pen and ink outline of a great turtle; the Buffalo sketches a buffa... ...are few places where the Ohio sparkles more brightly than in the Big Grave Creek. All this I see as I sit in the little stern gallery men tioned just... ...ble. It was an odd, shambling, low roofed out house, half cowshed and half kitchen, with a coarse brown canvas table cloth, and tin sconces stuck agai... ... but soon an swered to our knocking, and got some tea for us in a sort of kitchen or common room, tapestried with old newspapers, pasted against the ...

...ding a schooner yacht, small enough to be navigated in the narrow, shallow creeks separating the clustered islets, and yet capa- cious enough for the ... ...cation. 107 Yo n g e of it. A fine coast it is, full of fine harbours and creeks, the bay itself like a large T orbay, only bolder. Due south of us i... ...ground, northwest of it, is reached from the harbour by a boat ascending a creek to within a mile of the buildings, so that we shall not go into the t... ...sustained that it held its place before our eyes like an immense white-hot crooked wire, seemed to fall on the deck, and be splintered there. But one ... ...t side consists of a very nice set of stone buildings, in- cluding a large kitchen, store room, and room for putting things in daily and immediate use... ...he lads are washing clothes, or scrub- bing their rooms, and all the rooms—kitchen, hall, store- room, and school-room. There is a good south-western ... ...nce of a paid servant. ‘So at 5 A.M., say, I turn out; I at once go to the kitchen, and set the two cooks of the week to work, light fire, put on yams... ...ome no doubt in good time, my present chapeau is very seedy, very limp and crooked and battered; as near green as black al- most—a very good advertise...

... dost thou mean a fat mar riage? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Marry, sir, she’s the kitchen wench and all grease; and I know not what use to put her to but ... ... still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will. He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vic... ...ck friend, a shoulder clapper, one that countermands The passages of alleys, creeks and narrow lands; A hound that runs counter and yet draws dryfoot ... ...s fable, she herself reviled you there. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS : Did not her kitchen maid rail, taunt, and scorn me? The Comedy of Errors Act IV, s... ... of Errors Act IV, scene iv 31 DROMIO OF EPHESUS : Certes, she did; the kitchen vestal scorn’d you. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS : And did not I in rag...

...opened and shut to again be- hind me as soon as I had passed. “Go into the kitchen and touch naething,” said the voice; and while the person of the ho... ...lacing the defences of the door, I groped my way forward and en- tered the kitchen. The fire had burned up fairly bright, and showed me the barest roo... ...wanted;” and when that was done, I made the best of my own way back to the kitchen, where he had lit the fire and was making the porridge. The table w... ...ould soon rise and dry my clothes. After a little, my way was stopped by a creek or inlet of the sea, which seemed to run pretty deep into the land; a... ...oth- ing but a jumble of granite rocks with heather in among. At first the creek kept narrowing as I had looked to see; but presently to my surprise i... ...shivered, and wondered what to do, till it occurred to me that perhaps the creek was ford- able. Back I went to the narrowest point and waded in. But ... ...wn in very good spirits; having travelled the greater part of that big and crooked Island of Mull, from Earraid to Torosay, fifty miles as the crow fl... ...assed the Hieland Line in the first hour; and now if we could but pass yon crooked water, we might cast our bonnets in the air.” In Allan Water, near ...

...he servants passed gayly along the fine court-yard; some, belonging to the kitchens, gliding down the stairs, restored but the previous day, as if the... ..., pass through all the prismatic shades, after which they were sent to the kitchen. Their agony formed part of their merit — if they were not seen ali... ...y. “Look at it, and tell me what you think of it.” “What a wicked-looking, crooked staircase,” said Chateau-Renaud with a smile. “I do not know whethe... ... eagerly. “Down-stairs in the decanter.” “Whereabouts downstairs?” “In the kitchen.” “Shall I go and fetch it, doctor?” inquired Villefort. “No, stay ... ...dy, and the sloop which had arrived a week before lay at anchor in a small creek with her crew of six men, who had observed all the requisite formalit... ...ea in front, and at the back a pretty park bounded by a small forest. In a creek lay a little sloop, with a narrow keel and high masts, bearing on its... ...an instant they found them- selves in a little harbor, formed in a natural creek; the boat grounded on the fine sand. “Will your excellency be so good...