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"Don't! My wrist--it is cracking!" I hear Worts say
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"Don't! My wrist--it is cracking!" I hear Worts say
1919
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Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1914
"Just out," says Sir Henry. "In fact, we don't keep it. Try a lemon soda. The Mexican pointed his finger at him. "If you have no whiskey," says he, "go out and get some."
N.C. Wyeth
1912
With a Rush She Was on Her Knees before Munn, Clutching Him about the Legs . . . "He Didn't Do It! Don't Take Him! He's My Baby! He Never Harmed Anybody!"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
"I Say, Orde, I Want to Apologize to You"
N.C. Wyeth
1907
"Sit down," says the stranger. "I take what I have a mind to, sir."
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1940
"Four different sizes o' shoes," said Peter Smith. "Right," agreed Kilmair; "four hombres and one senorita. I don't think we'll be welcomed."
N.C. Wyeth
1919
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for But the Parrot's big grip closed quietly around his wrist and pinioned him
But the Parrot's big grip closed quietly around his wrist and pinioned him
N.C. Wyeth
1916
His Right Wrist Linked to a Garroter
N.C. Wyeth
1908
"For a time, there being no scouting to do," says Colonel Cody, "I drove stage between Plum Creek and Fort Kearney, with plenty of hair-raising adventures thrown in."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"And whom may I say the message is from?"
N.C. Wyeth
1906
"I know what you're thinking of, old General," says Lefty. "Your dream it was to go--when it come your time to go--"
N.C. Wyeth
1919
He Would Say, "Only Do I Care to Eat the Grub of the White Man."
N.C. Wyeth
1905