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If I were to fall from one of these great clods, I should undoubtedly break my neck.
Poised in her right hand was a third clod, which, seeing that there was now no need for its services, she allowed to fall to the ground.
Man early invented God, often of stone, or clod, or fire, and placed him in trees and mountains and among the stars.
Beeson's buffet produced no effect, and after a moment's pause, during which the wind thundered in the chimney like the sound of clods upon a coffin, he resumed:
It is vastly wonderful for so stupid a clod to bestride the shoulders of time and ride the eternities.
I was aroused by a clod of earth striking at my feet.
He pelted her with clods and rocks, but she swam steadily on till she got the stick of "giant" in her mouth, when she whirled about and headed for shore.
It was patent that this terrible man was no ignorant clod, such as one would inevitably suppose him to be from his exhibitions of brutality.
The earth in the cart, with which the seed was mixed, was not crushed to powder, but crusted together or adhering in clods.
He watched how Mishka strode along, swinging the huge clods of earth that clung to each foot; and getting off his horse, he took the sieve from Vassily and started sowing himself.
I should have thought any clod could see that I meant us to meet by chance
Once they saw a coyote slide into the brush, and once Billy wished for a gun when a large wildcat stared at them malignantly and declined to run until routed by a clod of earth that burst about its ears like shrapnel.
Like the earth they master and serve, those men, slow of eye and speech, do not show the inner fire; so that, at last, it becomes a question with them as with the earth, what there is in the core: heat, violence, a force mysterious and terrible--or nothing but a clod, a mass fertile and inert, cold and unfeeling, ready to bear a crop of plants that sustain life or give death.
I confess I was moved to pity him when I spoke it, for he turned pale as death, and stood mute as one thunderstruck, and once or twice I thought he would have fainted; in short, it put him in a fit something like an apoplex; he trembled, a sweat or dew ran off his face, and yet he was cold as a clod, so that I was forced to run and fetch something for him to keep life in him.
She took a little clod of earth from the broken ground where he had stumbled, and threw it in.