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We have killed too many of them," and he looked about on the ground where many of the uncanny creatures were still twitching in the death struggle.
Yes, it was a great mystery--there was something uncanny about the whole thing--he hated to think about it, and he dreaded the coming of night.
This was all so strange and uncanny that a dreadful fear came upon me, and I was afraid to speak or move.
Indeed, they had all seemed remarkably taciturn, and when they did speak, endowed with very uncanny voices.
At last I sat down on the summit of the hillock, and watched this strange incredible company of blind things groping to and fro, and making uncanny noises to each other, as the glare of the fire beat on them.
Easterly weather is generally clear, and that is all that can be said for it - almost supernaturally clear when it likes; but whatever its mood, there is something uncanny in its nature.
He was not a bit like me, really; yet, as we stood leaning over my bed place, whispering side by side, with our dark heads together and our backs to the door, anybody bold enough to open it stealthily would have been treated to the uncanny sight of a double captain busy talking in whispers with his other self.
So the boys came overside as rather uncanny heroes, and every one asked them questions instead of pounding them for making trouble.
She pricked up her ears at that word which probably she had never heard before; but with woman's uncanny intuition I believe she understood perfectly what I meant.
Vogelstein could see too that she wished to improve her mind; she looked at the historical pictures, at the uncanny statues of local worthies, presented by the different States--they were of different sizes, as if they had been "numbered," in a shop--she asked questions of the guide and in the chamber of the Senate requested him to show her the chairs of the gentlemen from New York.
Proportions and values were upside-down; the ugly things he had expected, the ugly things of his far-away youth, when he had too promptly waked up to a sense of the ugly - these uncanny phenomena placed him rather, as it happened, under the charm; whereas the "swagger" things, the modern, the monstrous, the famous things, those he had more particularly, like thousands of ingenuous enquirers every year, come over to see, were exactly his sources of dismay.
Yet, it gave him a most disconcerting, uncanny start, when one bright winter day, he faced the fact that he, too, was about to be shovelled into the great dust-bin.