First there came the "butcher," to bleed them; this meant one swift stroke
, so swift that you could not see it--only the flash of the knife; and before you could realize it, the man had darted on to the next line, and a stream of bright red was pouring out upon the floor.
Be not angry, master mine," replied Sancho, "I did not mean to say that;" and coming close to him he laid one hand on the pommel of the saddle and the other on the cantle so that he held his master's left thigh in his embrace, not daring to separate a finger's width from him; so much afraid was he of the strokes
which still resounded with a regular beat.
If we upset his nerves enough, he will go right off his stroke
I had covered some hundred yards from shore when it became evident that my pursuer must grasp the stern of the skiff within the next half-dozen strokes
She felt her strength ebbing quickly--her strokes
now were feeble and futile.
It was a fresh, raw stroke
in Daylight's consciousness.
Conversation threw them out of their stride, as it did this time, compelling Martin to miss a stroke
of his iron and to make two extra motions before he caught his stride again.
Sometimes I swam a few strokes
, but in the main I contented myself with floating and dreaming long drunken dreams.
and the strokes
of the clock, the strokes
I can't count, keep striking in my head
As in decapitating the whale, the operator's instrument is brought close to the spot where an entrance is subsequently forced into the spermaceti magazine; he has, therefore, to be uncommonly heedful, lest a careless, untimely stroke
should invade the sanctuary and wastingly let out its invaluable contents.
And so I am but bones, now, with a rough and frowsy skin humped and cornered upon my shrunken body - that skin which was once so glossy, that skin which she loved to stroke
with her hand.
You have been drinking rum; you have had a stroke
, precisely as I told you; and I have just, very much against my own will, dragged you headforemost out of the grave.
Striking through the thought of his dear ones was sound which he could neither ignore nor understand, a sharp, distinct, metallic percussion like the stroke
of a blacksmith's hammer upon the anvil; it had the same ringing quality.
The giant read: 'Seven at one stroke
,' and thought that they had been men whom the tailor had killed, and began to feel a little respect for the tiny fellow.
Manson Mingott's stroke
, and only the few who had heard of the mysterious connection between the two events thought of ascribing old Catherine's illness to anything but the accumulation of flesh and years.