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Just then I heard a little twitter, and whirring of wings. I looked up to see a flight of swallows above us. While I was still looking at them, and he was looking at me, with the look, one of the birds fell out a little from her companions, and circling round and round, drew very near, until - until - then I saw that its plumage was blood-red, and a drop of blood fell...
...great surprise to the Columbians, who had centred all their hopes on Jenkins for both the 100 yds. and the 220 yds. Soren, '83, Harvard, won the running high jump, with a record of 5 ft. 2 1/4 in., Sayre of Columbia taking second place. The mile-run fell to Cuyler of Yale in 4 min. 40 7/8 sec., Thorndike, '81, Harvard, running a plucky race for second place. The first half of the distance was covered by Thorndike in 2 min. 9 sec., but he could not hold the pace and tired on the last lap. Soren...
...have passed by with no proper recognition by the College authorities; and we pause to ask if this implied neglect of public and patriotic duties be a wise and judicious thing. In the transept of Memorial Hall are the tablets which bear the names of Harvard's sons who fell in that bloody warfare for liberty and righteousness; they were placed there because Harvard justly desired to do her heroes the honor, however slight, of transmitting the memory of their heroism to future generations. Has she shown the proper spirit on the day when of all others some fitting token...
...tender face as I approached! - Well, I told her that I had been seized with sudden faintness, and that was all. I asked where her brother was; I was sorry for my seeming rudeness; and Mr. Edmund himself appeared then, and begged me say no more about it. We fell a-talking with each other. I could not help be impressed with the charm of his manner, for he reminded me very distinctly of his sister. Surely there was no dark hidden mystery in this man's life! What was I but a raving lunatic, to suspect...
...could have cleft the earth to have plunged them both therein. My indignation breathed new energy into my wearied frame. A reckless, frenzy seized me. In rapid alternation my feet pressed the flying treadles. I leaned far forward, and rode at fearless speed. Great beads of perspiration fell with a dull thud to the floor. The air grew hot from the friction of my frightful velocity. With this terrible, ever-increasing momentum, something must happen. What that something would probably be became plainer every moment. The last of the line of iron posts stood exactly in front of the staring...