क्रिकेट खेळाचा इतिहास

क्रिकेट खेळाचा इतिहास tree extended its branches.” —_Darwin’s Voyage of a Naturalist_. "But you were not afraid to dance with Lauderdale, my son?" says the duchess, looking at her.,"Well, hang to 'em tight till we get away from this ha'nted grove. Ghosts don't mind rain none—an' he's liable t' be prowlin' out. Say, can't y' whistle a bit, so's it won't be so pesky lonesome?",To say which of the twain is master.,"Well," said Old Man, "you have chosen; there will be an end to them.",“He went up to Tom—he was still crouching against the house—”，Bob thought he detected a little note of disappointment in his chum’s tone, but the words of congratulation seemed sincere.，Maurice was about to protest further when the rattle of loose spokes and the beat of a horse's hoofs on the hard road fell on their ears.，At last, sick and dizzy, he turned from the place and with raft and pole fought his way back to the shore. Never again, he told himself, would he try to fathom further what lay in Lost Man's Swamp. Weary and perspiring, he climbed the wooded upland. He turned and dipped into the willows, intending to take the shortest way home through the hardwoods. On top of the beech knoll he paused for a moment to let his eyes rest on the big house in the walnut grove. In some vague way his mind connected its owner with that dead waste of stinking marsh. Why, he wondered, had Hinter chosen this lonely spot on which to build his home? As he turned to strike across the neck of woods between him and the causeway the man about whom he had just been thinking stepped out from a clump of hazel-nut bushes directly in his path."Oh not for ever so long," returns she, with much and heartless unconcern. (His spirits sink to zero.) "Certainly not until Friday," she goes on, carelessly. (As this is Wednesday, his spirits once more rise into the seventh heaven.) "Or Saturday, or Sunday, or perhaps some day next week," she says, unkindly.

Just as Bob was about to give up hope, for his fingers told him that the last pile of threads was about all gone, a sliver of flame ran up the stick he held in his left hand. It went out but a second later another one came and stayed!,CHAPTER III.,"What's a reward?","Thanks, dear; you are always good," murmurs Lady Rodney, who has ever an eye to the main chance.,Gentle and just,,"Oh, Norn," she gasped, dropping her hand and searching Elinor's flushing face with questioning eyes. "You too?","We want you to finish the song you was just now singing and broke off in.","No, never mind. I bribed Anse to watch that gap fer me.","He surely did not," answered Cobin. "Nobody knows where he went—nor cares. But nobody can do anythin' with that timber without his sayso. It's a year or more since ol' Scroggie died. People do say that his ghost floats about the old cabin, at nights, but of course that can't be, sir.",“You must speak to Johnny Blossom too, Grandmother,” said Tellef’s mother. Johnny came forward, bowed low, and reached out to Grandmother a little sunburned hand.,You better be up and away!,“Naw Nosey,” he retorted, “there ain’t no bun to break in two, the dorg is outside the bun already.”.