" The subject of this remark hurried away, and had just joined the crowd of boys who were thronging into the big school for assembly, when some one took hold of his arm, and glancing round he was startled to see Jack Vance, looking very excited and dishevelled, and mopping his mouth with a blood-stained handkerchief.

"We've a breathing spell, at any rate," he said, mopping his face.

Open fighting went on at many places and the mounted troops, who long had waited for a chance to vindicate their existence in this war, rendered invaluable services in "mopping up".

And as hideous recollections used to rise before him, devilish caricatures of his former self, mopping and mowing at him in his dreams, he would start from his lonely bed, and pace the room for hours, or saddle his horse, and ride all night long aimlessly through the awful woods, vainly trying to escape himself.

Having succeeded at last in forcing an entrance, and bowing over the hand of his noble hostess, which must have sadly ached, and returned her mechanical words of welcome with a smile as galvanic as her own, Howard sidled his way along the walla waltz was in progressand collided against the "beautiful and bounteous" Bertie, who was mopping his brow and looking round despairingly for his partner.

" "Why you see, Adam, there are some born with a leaning towards pitch-forks, as there are others born to the pen, and theerpalette, and things, but for me, Adam, the pitch-fork, every time!" said Bellew, mopping his brow.

II've beena little fiend, I suppose, and I was horridly angry at first; but when II saw howthat Cordelia really wasthat she really felt what she did, Ioh, Eva!" laughing a little hysterically, "when you stood mopping up Cordelia's tears, all I could think was, there's a little Samaritan.

" Victor confided his sentiments to a handkerchief with which he was mopping his face.

Margaret stood upright, turned quickly, and crossed the room to the door, mopping her face with a towel.

And here, behind a tableful of papers, sat our steward, Simon Stout-in-faith, a most withered, lean old man, clothed all in leather, wearing no wig but his own rusty grey hair falling lank on his shoulders, with a sour face of a very jaundiced complexion, and pale eyes that seemed to swim in a yellowish rheum, which he was for ever a-mopping with a rag.

" "Be reasonable, gentlemen," implores Simon, mopping his eyes, which ran afresh at this demand.

The next day comes Simon with a bag of six hundred pounds, which he tells over with infinite care, groaning and mopping his eyes betwixt each four or five pieces with a most rueful visage, so that it seemed he was weeping over this great expenditure, and then he goes to prepare the Court and get servants against Moll's arrival.

"Enjoy common humanity?" said the big man, mopping his head.

'Duke Radford still lay on the floor in blank unconsciousness, while Mrs. Burton was busy mopping up the dirty water which had run from the wet garments of the others.

Collar kerflummoxed all over my neck, Necktie and bosom and wristbands a wreck, Handkerchief dripping and worn to a shred Mopping and scouring my face and my head; Simply ablaze from my head to my feet, Back all afire with the prickles of heat, Not on my cuticle one easy spot, Jiminy Moses!

Some tourists passed, mopping red faces.

gasped poor Bobby, mopping his fine Harvard brow, his six feet of manhood shrinking perceptibly as he looked about for a chair in which to collapse.

After an interminable periodit was past three in the afternoonthe Chinese appeared from a cabin, and sat down on the low rail aft, mopping his shaven head.

A few women wept quietly, mopping their eyes.

"By Jove, I think it would be wise to send over and find out what he valued the brute at," said Cecil, mopping his brow.

Hold me that my mind may not wander away among the racking-wheels and the faces mopping and mowing.

Jones sat mopping his brow.

McCraw, stupefied with amazement and rage, stood mopping the blood from his blotched face, staring at me out of his crazy blue eyes.

" "How time do fly," remarked Mrs. Saunders, mopping her wrinkled face with a dark-blue handkerchief.

"Mais, mon Dieu!" exclaimed the proprietor, mopping his head and face violently with his pocket-handkerchief, "was the man a ghost, that he should vanish into the air?" "Parbleu!