Chapter X

used before a singular noun to mean one of a group, when it is not a particular one

From this reading A situation even more poignant ensues.

on the subject of; concerning

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

expressing pain or agony

From this reading This the agonized father promises to do.

(of actions or states) slightly short of or not quite accomplished; all but

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

serving or used in place of another

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

projectiles to be fired from a gun

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

used to join words or parts of a sentence that go together

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

replying

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

weapons considered collectively

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

an old form of “are”, used with “thou”

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

at the same time that; because; in the way that

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

(military) an offensive against an enemy (using weapons)

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

a gathering of spectators or listeners at a (usually public) performance

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

a tube through which a bullet travels when a gun is fired

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

used with a past participle to form the passive, or with -ing for continuous tenses

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

earlier than; in front of

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “begin” — Israeli statesman (born in Russia) who (as prime minister of Israel) negotiated a peace treaty with Anwar Sadat (then the president of Egypt) (1913-1992)

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

third-person singular of “beg” — call upon in supplication; entreat

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

the -ing form of “be”

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

third-person singular of “believe” — accept as true; take to be true

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “bid” — an authoritative direction or instruction to do something

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

processing that involves blowing a gas

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

the two together, not just one

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

possessing or displaying courage; able to face and deal with danger or fear without flinching

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

the bodily process of inhalation and exhalation; the process of taking in oxygen from inhaled air and releasing carbon dioxide by exhalation

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “burst” — the act of exploding or bursting

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

showing who or what does the action

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “cause” — events that provide the generative force that is the origin of something

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

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From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

to make a rush at or sudden attack upon, as in battle

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

a young person of either sex

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

possessive form of “child” — a young person of either sex

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

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From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

rid of obstructions

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

move or strike with a noise

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

move toward, travel toward something or somebody or approach something or somebody

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

make a crackling sound

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “cry” — a loud utterance; often in protest or opposition

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

the condition of being susceptible to harm or injury

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

a female human offspring

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

no longer having or seeming to have or expecting to have life

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

a legal document signed and sealed and delivered to effect a transfer of property and to show the legal right to possess it

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

zealous in devotion or affection

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

a loud harsh or strident noise

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

used to form questions and negatives, and to give emphasis

From this reading This the agonized father promises to do.

having finished or arrived at completion

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “draw” — a gully that is shallower than a ravine

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

causing fear or dread or terror

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

the 3rd planet from the sun; the planet we live on

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

third-person singular of “ensue” — issue or terminate (in a specified way, state, etc.); end

From this reading A situation even more poignant ensues.

divisible by two

From this reading A situation even more poignant ensues.

deficient in magnitude; barely perceptible; lacking clarity or brightness or loudness etc

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

very far away in space or time

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

an acknowledgment or expression of goodwill at parting

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

a male parent (also used as a term of address to your father)

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

intended to be given to, or used by, somebody

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

in an uncontrolled manner

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

grant freedom to; free from confinement

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

showing where something starts, or who sent it

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

a fortified military post where troops are stationed

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

the supernatural being conceived as the perfect and omnipotent and omniscient originator and ruler of the universe; the object of worship in monotheistic religions

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

worthy of religious veneration

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

the (prehensile) extremity of the superior limb

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

the form of “have” used with he, she, it, or a singular noun

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

a man, boy, or male animal already mentioned, as the subject

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

detected or perceived by the sense of hearing

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

any place of complete bliss and delight and peace

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

of comparatively great physical weight or density

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

belonging to a woman, girl, or female animal already mentioned

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

the one or ones belonging to her

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

belonging to a man, boy, or male animal already mentioned

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

inside something, or within a place, period, or state

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

becoming greater or larger

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

of or relating to or characteristic of India or the East Indies or their peoples or languages or cultures

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

characteristic of or resembling Hell

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

the form of “be” used with he, she, it, or a singular noun

From this reading There is a ripple of shots--then a pause.

a thing, animal, or idea already mentioned

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

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From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

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From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

a domain in which something is dominant

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “kiss” — the act of caressing with the lips (or an instance thereof)

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

rest one's weight on one's knees

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “knee” — hinge joint in the human leg connecting the tibia and fibula with the femur and protected in front by the patella

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

plural of “know” — the fact of being aware of information that is known to few people

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

immediately past

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

plural of “last” — the temporal end; the concluding time

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “lip” — either of two fleshy folds of tissue that surround the mouth and play a role in speaking

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

possessive form of “lord” — terms referring to the Judeo-Christian God

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

feeling or showing love and affection

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

an adult person who is male (as opposed to a woman)

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

leniency and compassion shown toward offenders by a person or agency charged with administering justice

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

(comparative of “much” used with mass nouns) a quantifier meaning greater in size or amount or extent or degree

From this reading A situation even more poignant ensues.

a low continuous indistinct sound; often accompanied by movement of the lips without the production of articulate speech

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

assign a specified (usually proper) proper name to

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

not any; not one

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

impressive in appearance

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

in the historical present; at this point in the narration of a series of past events

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

From this reading There is a ripple of shots--then a pause.

(used especially of persons) having lived for a relatively long time or attained a specific age

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

touching and supported by a surface

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

not the same one or ones already mentioned or implied

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

belonging to the speaker and others

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

have ownership or possession of

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

a negotiation between enemies

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

a time interval during which there is a temporary cessation of something

From this reading There is a ripple of shots--then a pause.

a firearm that is held and fired with one hand

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

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From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

arousing affect

From this reading A situation even more poignant ensues.

deserving or inciting pity

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

address a deity, a prophet, a saint or an object of worship; say a prayer

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

the act of communicating with a deity (especially as a petition or in adoration or contrition or thanksgiving)

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “promise” — a verbal commitment by one person to another agreeing to do (or not to do) something in the future

From this reading This the agonized father promises to do.

located or moved above the surround or above the normal position

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

a pistol with a revolving cylinder (usually having six chambers for bullets)

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

steal goods; take as spoils

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

a small wave on the surface of a liquid

From this reading There is a ripple of shots--then a pause.

third-person singular of “seize” — take hold of; grab

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

A dark area or shape produced by a body coming between rays of light and a surface.

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

used with I and we for the future, or to offer and suggest

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

(of something seen or heard) clearly defined

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

a woman, girl, or female animal already mentioned, as the subject

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

hit with a missile from a weapon

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

the act of firing a projectile

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “shot” — the act of firing a projectile

From this reading There is a ripple of shots--then a pause.

Complete absence of sound; a state of quietness and stillness.

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

being or characteristic of a single thing or person

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “sink” — plumbing fixture consisting of a water basin fixed to a wall or floor and having a drainpipe

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

the general state of things; the combination of circumstances at a given time

From this reading A situation even more poignant ensues.

without speed (“slow” is sometimes used informally for “slowly”)

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “steal” — an advantageous purchase

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

fortification consisting of a fence made of a line of stout posts set firmly for defense

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

behave violently, as if in state of a great anger

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

happening unexpectedly

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “take” — the income or profit arising from such transactions as the sale of land or other property

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

place of worship consisting of an edifice for the worship of a deity

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

causing fear or dread or terror

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

used before a noun that is already known, already mentioned, or the only one of its kind

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

subsequently or soon afterward (often used as sentence connectors)

From this reading There is a ripple of shots--then a pause.

in or at that place or location

From this reading There is a ripple of shots--then a pause.

used for a person or thing that is near, or that has just been mentioned

From this reading This the agonized father promises to do.

causing a surge of emotion or excitement

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

from one end or side of something to the other

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

plural of “thrust” — the force used in pushing

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

an old word for “your”, speaking to one person

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

used before the base form of a verb to make the infinitive

From this reading This the agonized father promises to do.

plural of “touch” — the event of something coming in contact with the body

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

in the direction of

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

change orientation or direction, also in the abstract sense

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

clearly evident to the mind

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

deprived of courage and strength

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

a formal word for “on”

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

stay in one place and anticipate or expect something

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

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From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

any instrument or instrumentality used in fighting or hunting

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

used to ask for information about something

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

at the time that

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

used to introduce a clause giving more about a thing just mentioned

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

during the time that

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

used to talk about the future, or about willingness

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

in the company of; together with

From this reading _Kate Kennion_ steals from the shadow of the stockade: she has heard the parley,--she knows her danger: on her knees she begs her loving father, brave, noble old man, when the last terrible storm of attack shall come, when there is no other alternative, that he will, with his own hand, shoot her dead.

plural of “wrench” — a sharp strain on muscles or ligaments

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”

but in spite of that

From this reading Then, suddenly through the heavy silence, bursts the infernal din of the Indian war-cries--the increasing crackle of rifle shots--the devoted garrison answering, while ammunition lasts, shot for shot--and then the poor old father takes his daughter in his arms, kisses her farewell, causes her to kneel, bids her pray to God, and as, clasping his hand in both hers, she sinks upon her knees and begins the Lord’s Prayer, he slowly draws his revolver: “Our Father which art in heaven,” the poor child’s lips murmur--and in the breathing pause is heard the single sharp click of the pistol-hammer being raised--“hallowed be thy name: thy kingdom come”--and slowly the weapon begins to turn toward her--“thy will be done on earth”--and the barrel almost touches her temple--“as it is in heaven”--“WAIT!“--and frantically she thrusts the pistol from her: the father believes she is unnerved--wrenches his weapon free--is about to do his deed of dreadful mercy--his child seizes the pistol barrel--“WAIT--WAIT!” she cries--and, faint, far-off, yet clear, unmistakable, thrilling, what she has heard before is now heard by the audience--the cavalry-bugle blowing “Charge!”