I had seen the heads and faces of ten youths gashed in every direction by the keen two-edged
blades, and yet had not seen a victim wince, nor heard a moan, or detected any fleeting expression which confessed the sharp pain the hurts were inflicting.
Now gallants tap their two-edged
swords, And pride and passion swell amain; Like red stars flashing through the night The circling wine-cups brim again.
He tore the gypsy from the arms of the dazed Quasimodo, threw her across his saddle, and at the moment when the terrible hunchback, recovering from his surprise, rushed upon him to regain his prey, fifteen or sixteen archers, who followed their captain closely, made their appearance, with their two-edged
swords in their fists.
It was like holding an enemy's sharp two-edged
sword by the blade, and that enemy all the time striving to wrest it out of your clutch.
He was somewhat instinctive in his likes and dislikes, and from the first he most heartily disliked the room itself,--its vague perfumes, its subdued violet coloring, the faces of the grinning idols, which seemed to meet his gaze in every direction, the pictures of those fierce-looking warriors who brandished two-edged
swords at him from the walls.
In the same belt was stuck one of those long, broad, sharp-pointed, and two-edged
knives, with a buck's-horn handle, which were fabricated in the neighbourhood, and bore even at this early period the name of a Sheffield whittle.
The weapons that each man bore were simple, but most effective, consisting of a short and very heavy two-edged
spear with a wooden shaft, the blade being about six inches across at the widest part.
That was a two-edged
thrust, for Trix was decidedly an old girl, and Tom was generally regarded as a hapless victim.
I am sorry to give you such a two-edged
thing, but I can't say what turn things are going to take.
He loosed his hold of the spear, and held out both hands before him; but Achilles drew his keen blade, and struck him by the collar-bone on his neck; he plunged his two-edged
sword into him to the very hilt, whereon he lay at full length on the ground, with the dark blood welling from him till the earth was soaked.
After all, important fresh evidence is a two-edged
thing, and may possibly cut in a very different direction to that which Lestrade imagines.
But, in course of time, they got accustomed to honest labor, and had sense enough to feel that there was more true enjoyment in living at peace, and doing good to one's neighbor, than in striking at him with a two-edged