After a few minutes' silence, he got up, shook hands with me, and blessed me, and said goodbye, and hobbled
The horses had been hobbled
, but left at large to graze upon the adjacent pasture.
The beasts we hobbled
, that they might move slowly about cropping the ochre moss-like vegetation which constitutes both food and drink for them on the march.
The king himself, followed by his guards, some of the chiefs, and Gagool, who hobbled
away after them with marvellous alacrity, fled for the huts, so that in another minute we ourselves, the would-be victim Foulata, Infadoos, and most of the chiefs who had interviewed us on the previous night, were left alone upon the scene, together with the dead body of Scragga, Twala's son.
Stand back, old man," said he, "thou art a hobbled
horse this day.
into the room where I was, leaning on a cane.
Having in this way secured three new recipes, four magical powders and a selection of herbs of wonderful power and potency, she hobbled
home as fast as she could, in order to test her new sorceries.
He stretched himself, lowered his head, and lapped water from the drinking-shell at his side, turned and looked at me, and then hobbled
off toward the cliffs.
He was sealed like a leper, and, weazen-faced and age- shrunken, he hobbled
horribly from an ancient spear-thrust to the thigh that twisted his torso droopingly out of the vertical.
The clay pipe smoked utterly out, the old black, by aid of the crutch, with amazing celerity raised himself upstanding on his one leg and hobbled
, with his hippity-hop, to the beach.
Old Sharon laughed more ferociously than ever, and hobbled
round the table in a great hurry to the place at which Moody was sitting.
Instead of approaching his superior officer and his saucepan, he hobbled
, shivering, to the fire-place, and held his chin as close as he possibly could over the fire.
The nurse hobbled
after him to the head of the stairs: she had not forgotten the time when the younger brother had been the unsuccessful rival of the elder for the hand of Agnes.
An elderberry hobbled
across the walk, and stood chatting with some young quinces, and they all had crutches.
Inexpressibly frightened and believing, no doubt (with some reason, too) that brutes without meant brutality within, he hobbled
away from all the houses, and with gray, wet fields to right of him and gray, wet fields to left of him--with the rain half blinding him and the night coming in mist and darkness, held his way along the road that leads to Greenton.