Rab and his friends, and other storiesW.P. Nimmo & Company, 1905 - 123 σελίδες |
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ADELAIDE AUSTEN Ailie ASCOTT bark beautiful Benvorlich Black and Tan boys bull-terrier called CECIL SCOTT CHARLES BRUCE Chicken coloured Crab creature Crieff crowd Dandie dark dead dogs fighting door dowg Duchess Duchie Duke of Wellington ears Edinburgh face father fell fellow fond foreleg Frontispiece gave gentle Glen Ogle grey growled happy head hill Howgate huge JACOB ABBOTT James JANE TAYLOR JENNIE CHAPPELL Jess John Pym JUVENILE BOOKS keen knew lady legs little dog looked Maid of Lorn Maister John MARIA EDGEWORTH MARY LAMB master mastiff mistress morning mouth muzzle MYSTERY OF BLACK night NIMMO'S nose Puck Rab's RICHARD NEWTON RICHARD ROWE rough round sheep shepherd SHERWOOD slunk Snuff snuffed sort Stonehenge Street surgeon tail teeth terrier thoroughbred Toby told took trotting turned twopence walked watching wild woman Wylie young
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Σελίδα 21 - Rubislaw granite; his hair, short, hard, and close, like a lion's; his body thick-set, like a little bull, a sort of compressed Hercules of a dog. He must have been ninety pounds' weight, at the least; he had a large blunt head ; his muzzle black as night ; his...
Σελίδα 9 - Bite the tail!" and a large, vague, benevolent, middle-aged man, more desirous than wise, with some struggle got the bushy end of Yarrow's tail into his ample mouth, and bit it with all his might. This was more than enough for the much-enduring...
Σελίδα 27 - Ailie stepped up on a seat, and laid herself on the table, as her friend the surgeon told her; arranged herself, gave a rapid look at James, shut her eyes, rested herself on me, and took my hand. The operation was...
Σελίδα 37 - ... a surprising tenderness and joy, bending over this bundle of clothes. She held it as a woman holds her sucking child ; opening out her night-gown impatiently, and holding it close, and brooding over it, and murmuring foolish little words, as over one whom his mother comforteth, and who sucks and is satisfied. It was pitiful and strange to see her wasted dying look, keen and yet vague — her immense love. ' Preserve me !' groaned James, giving way. And then she rocked back and forward, as if...
Σελίδα 14 - What a man this must be — thought I — to whom my tremendous hero turns tail! The carrier saw the muzzle hanging, cut and useless, from his neck, and I eagerly told him the story, which Bob and I always thought, and still think, Homer, or King David, or Sir Walter alone were worthy to rehearse. The severe little man was mitigated, and condescended to say, "Rab, my man, puir Rabbie...
Σελίδα 19 - this is Maister John, the young doctor; Rab's freend, ye ken. We often speak aboot you, doctor." She smiled, and made a movement, but said nothing; and prepared to come down, putting her plaid aside and rising. Had Solomon, in all his glory, been handing down the Queen of Sheba at his palace gate he could not have done it more daintily, more tenderly, more like a gentleman...
Σελίδα 29 - And so he did ; and handy and clever, and swift and tender as any woman, was that horny-handed, snell, peremptory little man. Everything she got he gave her : he seldom slept ; and often I saw his small shrewd eyes out of the darkness, fixed on her. As before, they spoke little.
Σελίδα 42 - ... and by the firelight working her name on the blankets, for her ain James's bed. He motioned Rab down, and taking his wife in his arms, laid her in the blankets, and happed her carefully and firmly up, leaving the face uncovered ; and then lifting her, he nodded again sharply to me, and with a resolved but utterly miserable face, strode along the passage, and down stairs, followed by Rab.
Σελίδα 8 - Esil, or eat a crocodile," for that part, if he had a chance : it was no use kicking the little dog ; that would only make him hold the closer. Many were the means shouted out in mouthfuls, of the best possible ways of ending it. " Water ! " but there was none near, and many cried for it who might have got it from the well at Blackfriars Wynd. "Bite the tail!
Σελίδα 44 - ... notice me, neither did Rab, who presided behind the cart. I stood till they passed through the long shadow of the College, and turned up Nicolson Street. I heard the solitary cart sound through the streets, and die away and come again; and I returned, thinking of that company going up Libberton Brae, then along Roslin Muir, the morning light touching the Pentlands and making them like on-looking ghosts; then down the hill through Auchindinny woods, past "haunted Woodhouselee...