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Yma lyver war an voos.langbot langbot
treus a-ji HANOW GOROW inside pass TERMONIETH: SPORT: RUGBI
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Py liw yw y vlew?langbot langbot
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Byghan lowr yw an stevel.langbot langbot
treus a-ji HANOW GOROW inside pass TERMONIETH: SPORT: RUGBI [dictionary]
Kas yw genev an dre ma.langbot langbot
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Kas yw genev an gewer ma.langbot langbot
inside pass treus a-ji HANOW GOROW TERMONIETH: SPORT: RUGBI
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inside pass treus a-ji HANOW GOROW TERMONIETH: SPORT: RUGBI [dictionary]
Ny allav y gonvedhes.langbot langbot
‘Then you haven’t seen him?’ said the farmer. ‘He went up the lane towards the causeway not a long while back. He was a funny customer and asking funny questions. But perhaps you’ll come along inside, and we’ll pass the news more comfortable. I’ve a drop of good ale on tap, if you and your friends are willing, Mr. Took.’
Nyns yw res dhyn gul hemma.langbot langbot
How had this bastard known what I was looking for – and how had he found it? My own brain had been switched off for an hour or more – so he couldn’t have been tapping into me. Could he? Maybe I had been dreaming? If so, what about? I retrieved the kitbag of supplies that the Sergeant had given us – and which David had immediately dumped when I fell asleep. We squeezed into the entrance to the tunnel – which required a little excavation before it would let us pass – and travelled inside as far as we dared (a couple of hundred metres, maybe.) Away from the entrance, we had to use ‘the touch method’ to make our way since, as far as I could see in the kitbag of supplies, we did not have a torch. My claustrophobia returned but David, as always, was okay. I slept again. He fell into a torpor. We stayed that way, I guess, for about 24 hours since the sun was, once again, high in the sky by the time we emerged again.
Yth esons i ow tiberth.langbot langbot
It was the Sackville-Bagginses that were his downfall, as you might expect. One day, a year before the Party, I happened to be walking along the road, when I saw Bilbo ahead. Suddenly in the distance the S.-B.s appeared, coming towards us. Bilbo slowed down, and then hey presto! he vanished. I was so startled that I hardly had the wits to hide myself in a more ordinary fashion; but I got through the hedge and walked along the field inside. I was peeping through into the road, after the S.-B.s had passed, and was looking straight at Bilbo when he suddenly reappeared. I caught a glint of gold as he put something back in his trouser-pocket.
Res yw dhis gortos.langbot langbot
With the Pirates in control of everything, it was expected that they would continue in the same fashion in the second half, but Nottingham had different ideas. As at the start of the first half, the Pirates gave away a series of penalties inside their 5-metre line, and with a yellow card shown to Dan Frost, Nottingham scored under the posts. Within two minutes, Nottingham scored again, when their No.7 intercepted a pass, and running 70 metres, scored in the corner. Now with the score at 15-26, the Pirates had to maintain control and score again, but the Nottingham defence held fast. Finally however, Paddy Ryan found a gap and scored under the posts to seal the game. Nottingham got a third try near the end of the game but it wasn’t enough to earn a bonus point. Final score, Nottingham 22, The Cornish Pirates 33.
Yma dhywgh lies lyver.langbot langbot
I opened the heavy steel door just a crack at first. The distant streetlights provided some illumination – and I could see no movement or sign of life. So, I opened the door a little wider – and, no, the hinges had not been oiled for some time and they creaked loudly. Spooky – and annoying. There was a large Morton Bay fig-tree nearby and, at the sound of the creaking hinges, a flock of several large fruit bats took to flight, silhouetted against the night sky. (At that time, fruit bats were still very rare in Melbourne.) They had been feasting on the figs, of course, and I had interrupted their meal. Bugger! I had hoped to be a little less obtrusive in my first sally forth from the crypt. So, I waited, ready to retreat inside quickly if I had attracted any unwanted attention. Five minutes or so had passed. No-one came. No footsteps. No voices. Okay, I slipped through the door and carefully pushed it shut again. It made no noise when I closed it. Why was that? Don’t know – I was just grateful for small mercies. I stood for a time to allow my eyes to become accustomed to the darkness. Even so, it was still bloody dark. I cast my eye towards the gate-keeper’s house. If the soldiers had remained stationed at the cemetery gate – opposite the Northern gate of the university – that was the logical place for them to set up base. I expected that they would sleep there, too. The gate-keeper’s house was built solely as a residence some time in the 19th century. Though it was not exactly grand, it must have blended in well with the nearby sandstone buildings of the university. Of course, that harmony had long since been disrupted by the presence of more modern buildings nearby. Still, I had always thought it looked like a particularly elegant and comfortable place in which a gentleman could reside. (Nice garden, too – within a privet hedge.) There was a soft glow at one of its windows but no sound coming from the building. The gatekeeper’s house was, in current times, set up both as a residence and administrative centre. So, I would have expected the squad – or, rather, its replacement – would have found all mod-cons available in the building – as well as space to set up communications, store munitions and so on.
Ny allav vy mires.langbot langbot
As the truck, once again, came to rest, I think the zombies sensed an opportunity – an opportunity for a feed. There were, maybe, fifty or so of them – all youthful and obviously anxious and active. They pressed forward, ready to attack. Tough luck, guys – we’d worked this one out in advance. David got out of the truck and directed his loudest roar at them. The Earth seemed to shake once again. Since they had never experienced such a thing, that startled them and, momentarily at least, stopped them from pressing forward. This gave me sufficient time also to exit the cab and climb onto the roof of the truck. I skipped to the back and dropped down between the rear of the truck and the library doors. Opening the rear of the van – two thick swing doors – created partial protection from the zombies but we still needed to be quick because they could make their way underneath the truck’s doors. Based on what had happened when David roared at his fellows when we had left the Baillieu, I estimated that we would have a minute or two before the zombies started to press once again. I hoped I was correct. I could see the Baillieu survivors inside, observing the unfolding events. I could see Jude looking at me – and the mountains of food inside the truck. “Hey, Jude!” I yelled. “Tucker time! Open up.” The survivors got the message. The library doors were manually slid open – just wide enough for two men to get through - and part of the barricade was pushed aside. Several of the Baillieu’s wasted inmates, including Jude (“Henrietta- Maria”) emerged and hastily formed two human chains. Jude and I jumped up into the rear of the truck and feverishly passed the looser items down our respective human chains. Fresh supplies flooded into the Baillieu and I could see them piling up haphazardly inside the foyer. I could hear David still roaring at the other zombies but guessed that time was getting very short now. One against fifty – even when the one had access to a non-zombified brain – were desperately poor odds. He would soon be brushed aside by his fellows.
Nyns usi Tom y’n klavji.langbot langbot
Having seen the glow at the window, I decided the best way to check it out was to exit from the small pedestrian gate on the West side of the cemetery (which faced Princes Park and was, presumably, unguarded) and then to circle back to the far side of the gatekeeper’s house. In this way, I would avoid having to go near the main (vehicular) gate to the South. This was immediately adjacent to machine gun emplacement and was, presumably, still guarded. My plan, to that extent, was sound. The Western gate was indeed unguarded but the main entrance had a guard seated on a chair and was armed with a sub- machine gun. As I circled around the far side of the gatekeeper’s house, this would have proven quite daunting – except for the fact that I could hear the guard’s resonant snoring long before I could see him. The guard, at least, thought the zombie terror had passed. This gave me time to observe without fear of being observed. There was no barrier at the gate – any vehicle could simply drive through if its driver chose to. And there was a number of vehicles still parked about 75m or so inside the gates – a reasonable distance from the sleeping guard: a good thing if one felt like trying to commandeer one of them. There were three jeeps and a khaki-coloured Holden utility. Did they have their keys in the ignition or would one have to spend precious time to ‘hot-wire’ them? (Not that a boy with a good Catholic upbringing would know about such things!) That would remain to be seen. I turned my attention to the gatekeeper’s residence itself. On the veranda, stood six pairs of boots, all neatly lined up in military fashion. Did this mean there was now a total of seven soldiers in the squad (assuming the guard still had his boots on)? Well, I decided it meant that there were no less than seven – maybe not everyone thought that their boots needed air. Also, there was a hat-rack, under cover, on the veranda and, on it, hung three slouch-hats, typical of the Australian Army.
Res yw dhis dehweles.langbot langbot
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