To the furious gallop had succeeded the fast trot
, and that had sunk to what might be scarcely called a trot
Having descended the hill at a trot
, he no longer saw either our own or the enemy's fires, but heard the shouting of the French more loudly and distinctly.
she enquired, after a pause during which the horse continued to trot
with long, regular strides.
It would trot
and prance, perhaps; but it wouldn't eat oats," replied the boy, laughing at the idea.
They caught sight of him almost immediately and broke into a trot
away from him; but when they saw that he was apparently giving them a wide berth they stopped again, though they stood watching him, with high-held heads and quivering nostrils.
The good horse, unused to the whip, sprang forward and moved at a trot
, but immediately fell back into an amble and then to a walk.
In short, they were very often in his ears, and very often in his thoughts, but always in his good opinion; and he very often got such a crick in his neck by staring with his mouth wide open, at the steeple where they hung, that he was fain to take an extra trot
or two, afterwards, to cure it.
An answer which caused Aunt Plenty to hold up her hands in despair and trot
away to tell sister Peace that she never should understand that child, and it was a mercy Alec was coming soon to take the responsibility off their hands.
The foremost beast broke into a slow trot
, and at his heels came the others.
The Reverend Bute Crawley (who has been too modest to appear at the public meet before his nephew's windows), whom Tom Moody remembers forty years back a slender divine riding the wildest horses, jumping the widest brooks, and larking over the newest gates in the country-- his Reverence, we say, happens to trot
out from the Rectory Lane on his powerful black horse just as Sir Huddlestone passes; he joins the worthy Baronet.
They're all living, they're all enjoying life," Darya Alexandrovna still mused when she had passed the peasant women and was driving uphill again at a trot
, seated comfortably on the soft springs of the old carriage, "while I, let out, as it were from prison, from the world of worries that fret me to death, am only looking about me now for an instant.
Grewgious, taking another trot
, and then coming back.