1 Ten times a night they talked of going out to soak themselves with the hose and wade through the dew, but they were too listless to take the trouble.
2 Jurgis would have to wade through it to get home, and if it was late he might easily get stuck to his waist in the mire.
3 'Twould be, indeed, a bloody path for such tender feet to wade in," returned the equally reluctant scout; "but I thought it befitting my manhood to name it.
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4 Presently, without a parting word, Joe began to wade off toward the Illinois shore.
5 More than once she had to wade for a bit, with twenty cannibals splashing around and pushing.
6 About two o'clock in the morning the raft grounded on the bar two hundred yards above the head of the island, and they waded back and forth until they had landed their freight.
7 He hoped the boys would stop, but they still waded slowly on.
8 I followed a half a mile; then he struck out over the swamp, and waded ankle deep as much as another half-mile.
9 As I entered Nimes, I literally waded in blood; at every step you encountered dead bodies and bands of murderers, who killed, plundered, and burned.
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10 I waded with what haste I could, and swam in the middle about thirty yards, till I felt ground.
11 I then took off my spectacles, and waiting about an hour, till the tide was a little fallen, I waded through the middle with my cargo, and arrived safe at the royal port of Lilliput.
12 When the ships came up, I stripped myself, and waded till I came within a hundred yards off the boat, after which I was forced to swim till I got up to it.
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13 She waded down stilly cloisters between burnt stump and icy oak, through drifts marked with a million hieroglyphics of rabbit and mouse and bird.
14 She waded a streaky yellow pool.
15 There was a long rivulet in the strand and, as he waded slowly up its course, he wondered at the endless drift of seaweed.
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