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It was Passepartout himself, who had slipped upon the pyre in the midst of the smoke and, profiting by the still overhanging darkness, had delivered the young woman from death
and she slipped a ring from her finger onto D'Artagnan's.
My body shone so brightly in the sun that I felt very proud of it and it did not matter now if my axe slipped, for it could not cut me.
She slipped out of his hold without speaking, and he stooped down and felt for the key.
I turned and saw that she had deliberately slipped to the ground in the very path of the cruel demons who pursued us, thinking that by lightening the burden of my mount it might thus be enabled to bear me to the safety of the hills.
Without a word Philip slipped off his uncle's knee, but Mr.
While the troops, dividing into two parts when passing around the Kremlin, were thronging the Moskva and the Stone bridges, a great many soldiers, taking advantage of the stoppage and congestion, turned back from the bridges and slipped stealthily and silently past the church of Vasili the Beatified and under the Borovitski gate, back up the hill to the Red Square where some instinct told them they could easily take things not belonging to them.
The visitor slipped a plain metal armlet from above his elbow, and pointing to an inscription upon its inner surface, whispered a word or two to the clerk.
Everything of that sort has slipped away from me since I have been married.
The floor of the tunnel was difficult to walk upon because it had been worn smooth as glass, and pretty soon Scraps, who was some distance behind the others, slipped and fell head foremost.
Casting off his deck lashings, he seized the landing leather and slipped over the ship's side.
A sailor stepped to my side and slipped something hard and cold into my hand.
His companion was in the act of raising his to his lips when the ship gave a roll, his elbow caught the back of a chair, and the tumbler slipped from his fingers.
Laughing a little over her fancy, yet with something of a creepy sensation in the region of her spine, Anne kissed her hand to Gog and Magog and slipped out into the fog, with some of the new magazines under her arm for Leslie.
Digging busily with teeth and claws, they opened the little door and slipped in.