Scribner's Magazine, Volume 48Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan Charles Scribners Sons, 1910 - American periodicals |
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Page 688 - So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father, with at least three feet of comforter exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him; and his threadbare clothes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, and had his limbs supported by an iron frame! "Why, where's our Martha?" cried Bob Cratchit, looking round. "Not coming,
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Page 135 - ... his fellows, the leader reached throwing distance, the long spear flickered and plunged. As the lion felt the wound he half turned, and then flung himself on the man in front. The warrior threw his spear. It drove deep into the life, for entering at one shoulder it came out of the opposite flank, near the thigh, a yard of steel through the great body. Rearing, the lion struck the man, bearing down the shield, his back arched, and for a moment, he slaked his fury with fang and talon. But on the...
Page 216 - Dan said to the silky lengths of the girl's hair, knowing, too, the exact size and shape the flask would be. "Sometimes when they fall, it cuts them up right through their clothes." "You're sharp, aren't you, kid?" the girl said. For the first time now she looked up at him, and he saw that her eyes were wide and dark and stormy, and her brows and lashes were smudged like charcoal across her face. "I happen to live in this city,