There is a mortgage on the land; that paid, and Rebecca self-supporting, the mother ought to push
the education of the oldest boy, who is a fine, ambitious fellow.
When thus gentle, Bessie seemed to me the best, prettiest, kindest being in the world; and I wished most intensely that she would always be so pleasant and amiable, and never push
me about, or scold, or task me unreasonably, as she was too often wont to do.
She held her hand interposed between the furnace-heat and her eyes, and seemed absorbed in her occupation; desisting from it only to chide the servant for covering her with sparks, or to push
away a dog, now and then, that snoozled its nose overforwardly into her face.
But after a few days spent almost entirely out of doors she wakened one morning knowing what it was to be hungry, and when she sat down to her breakfast she did not glance disdainfully at her porridge and push
it away, but took up her spoon and began to eat it and went on eating it until her bowl was empty.
Magdalen had only to push
them to let the daylight in on the litter inside.
The youth walked stolidly into the midst of the mob, and with his flag in his hands took a stand as if he expected an attempt to push
him to the ground.
When the Cowardly Lion stepped upon the raft it tipped badly, for he was big and heavy; but the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman stood upon the other end to steady it, and they had long poles in their hands to push
the raft through the water.
This immediately put her on the defensive, and with one of those sudden impulses of reprisal to which she was liable she gave him a little push
Richardson, Barth, and Overweg, jealously anxious to push
their investigations farther, arrived at Tunis and Tripoli, like their predecessors, and got as far as Mourzouk, the capital of Fezzan.
You had to push
your nib with the finger-nail so as to get the point of it over your opponent's, while he manoeuvred to prevent this and to get the point of his nib over the back of yours; when this result was achieved you breathed on the ball of your thumb, pressed it hard on the two nibs, and if you were able then to lift them without dropping either, both nibs became yours.
Then came a bustle and a noise, and one strove to push
between the men-at-arms so as to reach the cart, and Stutely saw that it was Little John that made all that stir.
There was no sound, barely a struggle of the convulsively stiffening old muscles, and then, with a push
from De Vac, the body lunged forward into the Thames, where a dull splash marked the end of the last hope that Prince Richard might be rescued from the clutches of his Nemesis.