him,' said the captain--'wheel
him to the pound; and let us see whether he calls himself Punch when he comes to himself.
All at once, at the moment when the wheel
in its revolution presented to Master Pierrat, the humped back of Quasimodo, Master Pierrat raised his arm; the fine thongs whistled sharply through the air, like a handful of adders, and fell with fury upon the wretch's shoulders.
A great bank of dust, white and luminous in the blaze of the sun, made everything within twenty feet of the ground grey and indistinct and was perpetually renewed by the hurrying feet of a dense crowd of horses and of men and women on foot, and by the wheels
of vehicles of every de- scription.
Just is the Wheel
! All Hind for three years did me all honour.
The young officer salutes again, wheels
his horse, and rides straight toward the crest of the hill.
Wolf Larsen motioned for me to come down, and when I stood beside him at the wheel
gave me instructions for heaving to.
The Grandmother could scarcely remain seated in her chair, so intent was she upon the little ball as it leapt through the notches of the ever-revolving wheel
. However, the third ten-gulden piece followed the first two.
Just as in a clock, the result of the complicated motion of innumerable wheels
and pulleys is merely a slow and regular movement of the hands which show the time, so the result of all the complicated human activities of 160,000 Russians and French- all their passions, desires, remorse, humiliations, sufferings, outbursts of pride, fear, and enthusiasm- was only the loss of the battle of Austerlitz, the so-called battle of the three Emperors- that is to say, a slow movement of the hand on the dial of human history.
A misshapen-looking peasant covered with dirt, in a cap from which his tangled hair stuck out all round, passed by that window, stooping down to the carriage wheels
. "There's something familiar about that hideous peasant," thought Anna.
Chanticleer observing that they were but thin fellows, and not likely to take up much room, told them they might ride, but made them promise not to dirty the wheels
of the carriage in getting in, nor to tread on Partlet's toes.
A high chair on wheels
moved by, through the field of red light, carrying a shadowy figure with floating hair, and arms furiously raised and lowered working the machinery that propelled the chair at its utmost rate of speed.
The rest of the Wheelers had now reached the foot of the hill, but it was evident that their wheels
would not roll upon the rough and jagged rocks, and therefore they were helpless to follow Dorothy and the hen to where they had taken refuge.