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290 example sentences with eric's

Item" A sudden shout from the vanward, a crashing in the underbrush beside the way, a shrill cry, and three or four of Eric's ragged rogues appeared dragging a woman betwixt them, at sight of whom the air was filled with fierce shouts and cries.

So day in, day out, Eric's chosen men plied trebuchet and balista, and Beltane, beholding the dire havoc wrought by heavy stone and whizzing javelin among the dense ranks of the besiegers despite their mantlets and stout palisades, grew sick at times and was fain to look otherwhere.

"Now mark yon tower," said Sir Benedict, closing his vizor, "here shall be good sport for Eric's perrierswatch now!"

What shall I do?" "What about Uncle Eric's study?"

Then, I suddenly thought of the British Ambassador, a great friend of Uncle Eric's and Aunt Lilian's.

Mrs. Freg laughed, and her laugh was not a nice mother-laugh at all, for she was not Eric's mother, and had never pretended that she was.

Eric's feet rustled loudly in them.

Eric's eyes swam in sudden, happy tears, but he only said, "Nora wore red." "Oh, she's not one of us," laughed Helma.

Tears of vexation welled in Eric's eyes.

But he felt satisfied now that Eric's eyes were really clear, and that he would never hurt any of them by looking through them or pretending that they did not exist.

At last Ivra whispered "It's our turn now," and taking Eric's hand, she made him jump with her right out into cold space.

Eric's wavered a little uncertainly, as though he doubted whether Helma knew it well enough to answer.

Ivra's was grasped by Wild Star's and Eric's by another Wind Creature.

They had not turned out, they had jumped right over the birches, and they were much higher than Eric's head!

And then it was Eric's turn.

Her black eyes twinkled knowingly when they met Eric's puzzled ones.

They dug up the earth with their hands, Forest Children's hands, Wild Star's hands, Eric's and Ivra's,and planted the flowers all about the door stone.

The children were about Eric's and Ivra's ages, and the young woman was their mother.

Eric's was just large enough for him to crawl into and lie still.

The grass was cool and refreshing under Eric's bare feet, and he often dug his bare toes into the soft earth at its roots as he leapt or ran just to make sure he was on earth at all.

Once when Eric's sandal came untied Ivra knelt to fix it, for she was still more skillful with knots than he.

'Eric's Good News,' etc. 1896 CHAPTER I An Antagonist He stood in the centre of a little crowd of village boys; his golden head was bare in the blazing sun, but the crop of curls seemed thick enough to protect him from its rays, and he was far too engrossed in his occupation to heed any discomfort from the heat.

At one-thirty, they walked across a graveled driveway in Falmouth and knocked on Bogdolf Eric's door.

What is said in the interpreted Sagas, of the Skroellings or Esquimaux being in New England at the date of Eric's voyage (A. D. 1001) is, I think, problematical.

Incidentally he was engaged to Eric's sister, but abandoned her without a qualm for the beringed hand of one Mrs. Meldrum, a rich widow, known as The B.Q. (Biscuit Queen).

But these words often came back to Eric's mind in later and less happy daysdays when that gentle hand could no longer rest lovingly on his headwhen those mild blue eyes were dim with tears, and the fair boy, changed in heart and life, often flung himself down with an unreproaching conscience to prayerless sleep.

A short examination showed that Eric's attainments were very slight as yet, and he was to be put in the lowest form of all, under the superintendence of the Rev. Henry Gordon.

"Shame!" said Russell, as he saw the mark on Eric's cheek; "what a fellow you are, Barker.

Eric's deliverance came very soon.

It must not be thought that Eric's year as a home boarder was made up of dark experiences.

The punishment was most severe, and for some weeks after there were dark weals visible across Eric's palm, which rendered the use of his hands painful.

"Hurrah! old fellow," he cried, seizing both Eric's hands; "I never felt so glad in my life;" and he shook his friend's arms up and down, laughing joyously.

" "Dearest child," she said, "look on me as a mother; I love you very dearly for your own sake as well as Eric's."

Eric's passion overcame him; he stamped furiously on the ground, and burst out, "I will speak, sir; you have been unjust to me for a long time, but I will not be" Mr. Gordon's cane fell sharply across the boy's back; he stopped, glared for a moment; and then saying: "Very well, sir!

Eric's heart sank within him.

In each dormitory slept four or five boys, distributed by their order in the school list, so that, in all the dormitories, there were nearly sixty; and of these a goodly number were, on Eric's arrival, collected in the boarders' room, the rest being in their studies, or in the classrooms which some were allowed to use in order to prevent too great a crowd in the room below.

"Your cousin Upton has 'taken up' Williams," said Montagu to Russell one afternoon, as he saw the two strolling together on the beach, with Eric's arm in Upton's.

But the sense of sin was on Eric's mind.

Russell only spoke in fun; but, unintentionally, his words jarred in Eric's heart.

Upton was angry at Eric's declining the honor of his company, and Eric was piqued at Upton's unreasonableness.

Yours, if you are not silly, E.W." The consequence was, that as they came out from prayers, Upton seized Eric's hand, and slapped him on the back, after which they had a good laugh over their own foolish fracas, and ran up stairs chattering merrily.

"Now for some fun," said Duncan, starting up, and by way of initiative pitching his pillow at Eric's head.

During the evening he drew out Eric's exercise, and compared it with, those of Russell and Owen, who were now getting easily ahead of him in marks.

Eric's was careless, hurried, and untidy; the other two were neat, spirited, and painstaking, and had, therefore, been marked much higher.

Eric's heart beat loud, as his saw Mr. Rose point towards him.

A transient gleam passed over Eric's face.

He took Eric's arm kindly as they entered, to show the whole school that he was not ashamed of him, and Eric deeply felt the delicacy of his goodwill.

Cold, and cruel, and remorseless, the sea beat up, drenching them to the skin continually with, its clammy spray; and the storm shrieked round them pitilessly, and flung about the wet hair on Eric's bare head, and forced him to plant himself firmly, lest the rage of the gusts should hurl them from their narrow resting-place.

Eric's life seemed absorbed in the thought of him, and in passionate, unspeakable longings for his recovery.

There stop, dear fellow, don't cry," said he, raising his hands quietly to Eric's face; "isn't it better for me so?

Montagu and others noticed him for Eric's sake; but, being in the same form with Brigson, Vernon was thrown much with him, and feeling, as he did, deserted and lonely, he was easily caught by the ascendancy of his physical strength and reckless daring.

Before three months were over, he became, to Eric's intolerable disgust, a ringleader in the band of troublesome scapegraces, whose increasing numbers were the despair of all who had the interests of the school at heart.

Eric soon learned to like Wildney, who was a very bright, engaging, spirited boy, with a dash of pleasant impudence about him which took Eric's fancy.

It was past nine at night, and the lower school had gone to bed, but there was Wildney quietly sitting on Eric's knee by the study fire, while Duncan was doing some Arnold's verses for him to be shown up next day.

But Eric's first thought, as he dropped on to the ground, was one of shame that he should suffer his new friend, a mere child, so easily to tempt him into disobedience and sin.

All Eric's repugnance for this boy seemed to have evaporated; they were often together, and, to all appearance, were sworn friends.

The Anti-muffs request the honor of Williams' company to a spread they are going to have to-morrow evening at half-past four, in their smoking-room A note to this effect was put into Eric's hands by Wildney after prayers.

"You don't want to make the whole school such a muffish set as the rosebuds, do you?" There was something of assumed bravado in Eric's whole manner which jarred on Duncan exceedingly.

"Do come," he said, looking up in Eric's face.

said Duncan; but suddenly he caught Eric's look, and stopped.

And I've been breaking Rose's cane over his head, because he had the impudence to touch, me with it, and" "Eric, you're not yourself to-night," said Duncan, interrupting, but speaking in the kindest tone; and taking Eric's hand, he looked him steadily in the face.

Soon after, there came a timid knock at Eric's door.

Vernon hid his face on Eric's shoulder; and as his brother stooped over him, and folded him to his heart, they cried in silence, until wearied with sorrow, the younger fell asleep; and then Eric carried him tenderly down stairs, and laid him, still half-sleeping, upon his bed.

It was rarely now that Eric's thoughts were so rich with the memories of childhood, and sombre with the consciousness of sin, as they were that night, while he gazed on his brother Vernon's face.

"I wish you could feel how fully I forgive you; but," he added, laying his hand for the last time on Eric's head, "you have far more, Eric, to forgive yourself.

I think that Duncan gave him a rough lesson the other night which did him good, and dear old Rose too has been leading him by the hand; but the best thing is that, through Wright, he sees less of Eric's friend, that young scapegrace Wildney."

The three boys went to the door of Eric's study, and their knock could not at first be heard for the noise.

They hardly understood the look on Eric's countenance; he had been taking far more than was good for him; his eyes sparkled fiercely, and though as yet he said nothing, he seemed to be resenting the intrusion in furious silence.

Montagu, too, was very miserable; but he felt that, although ready to forgive Eric, he could not, in common self-respect, take the first step to a reconciliation: indeed, he rightly thought that it was not for Eric's good that he should do so.

Eric's reckless gaiety was kindled by Wildney's frolicsome vivacity, and Graham's sparkling wit; they were all six in a roar of perpetual laughter at some fresh sally of fun elicited by the more phlegmatic natures of Attlay or Llewellyn, and the dainties of Wildney's parcel were accompanied by draughts of brandy and water, which were sometimes exchanged for potations of the raw liquor.

The sound of Eric's unsteady footsteps had made Mr. Rose quickly raise his head; but at the same moment Duncan hastily made room for the boy on the seat beside him, and held out his hand to assist him.

It was not Eric's proper place; but Mr. Rose, after one long look of astonishment, looked down at his book again, and said nothing.

Without a word Wildney, who looked very pale, flung his arms round Eric's neck, and, unable to bear up any longer, burst into a flood of tears.

Immediately after school Mr. Rose had been strongly endeavoring to change the Doctor's mind, and had dwelt forcibly on all the good points in Eric's character, and the promise of his earlier career.

It was not Eric's nature to do things by halves, and it became obvious to all that his exertions to resist and abandon his old temptations were strenuous and unwavering.

Time, the great good angel, Time, the merciful healer, assuaged the violence of Eric's grief, which seemed likely to settle down into a sober sadness.

It was a hard course for Eric's proud and loving heart to write and tell his aunt the full extent of his guilt.

Touched by the affection which all seemed to be showing him, it became more and more the passionate craving of Eric's soul to be worthy of that love.

what shall I do if you leave?" said Wildney, putting his arm round Eric's neck.

And Wildney looked up to him with that pleasant smile, and the merry light in his dark eyes, which had always been so charming to Eric's fancy.

But Eric's sorrow lay too deep for chaff, and only answering with a sigh, he went to dress for tea.

He ran down stairs hastily and entered the tea-room, where the boys were talking in high spirits about the match, and liberally praising Eric's play.

"Hilloa!" exclaimed the skipper with a sudden start, next morning, as he saw Eric's recumbent figure on the ratlin-stuff, "Who be this young varmint!"

The fellow was as good as his word, and the skipper demanded the watch as pay for Eric's feed, for he maintained that he'd done no work, and was perfectly useless.

Eric's white back was bare, his hands tied up, his head hanging, and his injured leg slightly lifted from the ground.

"I doubt he's well-nigh done for him already," said Roberts, quickly untying Eric's hands, round which the cords had been pulled so tight as to leave two blue rings round his wrists.

The road wound through the valley, across the low hills that encircled it, sometimes spanning or running parallel to the bright stream that had been the delight of Eric's innocent childhood.

But peace did not remain long in Eric's heart; each well-remembered landmark filled his soul with recollections of the days when he had returned from school, oh!

Eric's eyes glistened as he drank in his friend's story.

Montagu and Wildney found plenty to make them happy at Fairholm, and were never tired of Eric's society, and of his stories about all that befell him on board the "Stormy Petrel."

The two visitors began to hope that Mrs. Trevor had been mistaken, and that Eric's health would still recover; but Mrs. Trevor would not deceive herself with a vain hope, and the boy himself shook his head when they called him convalescent.

After those summer holidays, when we returned to school, Montagu and Wildney brought back with them the intelligence of Eric's return to Fairholm, and of his death.

The scene passed before me again as I looked at him, while he lingered over Eric's verses, and seemed lost in a reverie of thought.

So the story of Eric's ruin has been told, and told as he would have wished it done, with simple truth.

Liane Cartman is Eric's mother.

There are five main families who are distinguished from the rest of the townsfolk: the Marshes (Stan's), the Broflovskis (Kyle's)(Jews), the Cartmans (Eric's), the McCormicks (Kenny's), and the Stotches (Butters').

Also, Eric's wife, Rebecca, has a set of strict rules for them; Edie breaks one when she sneaks into Eric's house, and she gets caught.

Earlier this year, Eric's family noted a couple of irregularities with his father's health.

In 1959, Eric's wedding day was followed by his and Deone's arrival at the cottage for a week's honeymoon.

So Cecilia sets out to sabotage Eric's plans.