muttered the tormentor
, glancing at these graceful and delicate forms.
While Philip was nursing his shin a third boy appeared, and his tormentor
With a cry of rage and pain the she-ape turned upon her tormentor
Although the impudence of this attack, this public proclamation of intimacy, as it were, was doubtless premeditated, and had its special object, yet Evgenie Pavlovitch at first seemed to intend to make no show of observing either his tormentor
or her words.
And if he dies," continued her pitiless tormentor
, "you will have killed him.
If evil truth must be reported of him, he would then be at a less scorching distance from the contempt of his old neighbors; and in a new scene, where his life would not have gathered the same wide sensibility, the tormentor
, if he pursued him, would be less formidable.
It is monstrous that for no offence but the wish to produce something beautiful, and the mistake of his powers in that direction, a writer should become the prey of some ferocious wit, and that his tormentor
should achieve credit by his lightness and ease in rending his prey; it is shocking to think how alluring and depraving the fact is to the young reader emulous of such credit, and eager to achieve it.
Well, I could go to the cave, and tell her that I had killed Jubal, and then she might feel more kindly toward me, since I had freed her of her tormentor
He leaped futilely at the grinning ape-man, tore at the protruding end of the shaft, and then, springing into the trail, paced back and forth beneath his tormentor
Like lightning the cat reared and struck a vicious blow at his tormentor
with great, bared talons that might well have torn away the ape-man's face had the blow landed; but it did not land--Tarzan was even quicker than Sheeta.
Two of them turned upon their tormentor
, but the burning weapon on their ill protected flesh sent them staggering back out of reach, and in another moment all were huddled in the center of the campong.
As she turned to face her tormentor
all the devil in the Devil of Torn surged in his aching head, for the face he saw was that of Joan de Tany.