The next day he felt a whole lot better, but he was so stiff and lame that he could hardly move.
You remember that he was weak from lack of food, lame, and half frozen.
My goodness, how lame he is!
He was wet, tired, lame and hungry.
It would have been bad enough under any circumstances to have been lost, but to be lost and at the same time tired almost to death, bruised and lame, wet and chilled through, was almost too much to bear.
"I can't go very fast—I'm a bit lame, you see.
He thought of Reddy Fox still so stiff and sore and lame that he could hardly walk, all from the shot which Farmer Brown's boy thought had missed.
Hope he'll be lame for a week," added Peter Rabbit.
Granny Fox Takes Care of Reddy Reddy Fox was so sore and lame that he could hardly hobble.
Reddy Fox gave a yelp, a shrill little yelp of pain, and suddenly began to go lame.
Our horse has gone lame.
I stammered some lame expressions; but was truly glad when other people, coming up with profuse congratulations, covered my deficiency by their redundancy.
Joseph stood by his master's chair telling some tale concerning a lame horse; and Hareton was preparing for the hayfield.
Heathcliff took the handsomest, but it soon fell lame, and when he discovered it, he said to Hindley— "You must exchange horses with me: I don't like mine; and if you won't I shall tell your father of the three thrashings you've given me this week, and show him my arm, which is black to the shoulder.
"Ed used to say to me when I fretted about getting well, and thought nobody cared for me, which was very naughty, 'Don't be troubled, God won't forget you; and if you must be lame, He will make you able to bear it,'" said Jill, softly, her quick little mind all alive with new thoughts and feelings.
Tucker, and the little Irish girl who has been sick so long, and lame Neddy, and Daddy Munson.
" "Suppose he was lame and it was sloshy, and he made a call and came back.
It was so pretty, people did not tire of looking, till Jack's lame leg began to tremble, and he whispered: "Drop her or I shall pitch.
" And so by degrees Lady Lorridaile, too, heard of the child; she heard about Higgins and the lame boy, and the cottages at Earl's Court, and a score of other things,—and she began to wish to see the little fellow.
Sometimes he would stop and talk with the children, and once Wilkins came back to the castle with a story of how Fauntleroy had insisted on dismounting near the village school, so that a boy who was lame and tired might ride home on his pony.
