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"Now there spoke old Louis XIV!" laughed young Jerome Bonaparte. We both bowed, and he passed down with Annabel into the hall.
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"You said you would like to hear my service in D flat--'Sharnall in D flat,' did you not? I will play it through to you now, if you care to listen. Of course, I can only give you the general effect, without voices, though, after all, I don't know that you won't get quite as good an idea of it as you could with any voices that we have here."
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"Well, I do approve. It's a pity Genevieve couldn't learn to cook too. I've seen this girl and I want my children under her. I count it a privilege to have them under her. I like her looks. She doesn't paint her face, nor bob her hair, nor wear clothes way up to her knees. And she doesn't wear dangle-dangles in her ears, nor pull out her eyebrows. She wears neat, sensible, pretty things and looks like a good girl, and that's the kind we want our little children under. That Miss Harlow you wanted me to vote for makes eyes at every man that comes near her, married or single. This girl tends to her business and knows what she's about. I voted for her, and I mean to stick by her. Now! I want it understood that[250] she is *not a cook*. She may know *how* to cook, but that talk about her being a cook doesn't go another step from this house! Understand? If it does, there's going to be a big overhauling somewhere."
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The verisimilitude proved too much for Maru. In spite of cuffs fiercely renewed, and a desperate effort to keep her limp body from the floor, she sank from her mentor's grasp, clutching the thin old legs, and sobbing, "They are bewitching our Miss Yuki,--I know they are! Foxes are shut in that black box! She will get full of them, and then they will all fly out to eat our hearts!"
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When they had gone he looked blankly at the paper 176 in his hand--then, remembering that it was Saturday and there was need for haste, he hailed a taxi.
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When, therefore, Haroun said to him, "Kaseem, I have been told that you have a certain small brush of potent virtue. Give it to me."
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It was a peculiarity of the Carquinez Wood that it stood apart and distinct in its gigantic individuality. Even where the integrity of its own singular species was not entirely preserved, it admitted no inferior trees. Nor was there any diminishing fringe on its outskirts; the sentinels that guarded the few gateways of the dim trails were as monstrous as the serried ranks drawn up in the heart of the forest. Consequently, the red highway that skirted the eastern angle was bare and shadeless, until it slipped a league off into a watered valley and refreshed itself under lesser sycamores and willows. It was here the newly-born city of Excelsior, still in its cradle, had, like an infant Hercules, strangled the serpentine North Fork of the American river, and turned its life-current into the ditches and flumes of the Excelsior miners.
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So wrote Clara; though, at the time, she knew not how soon her words would be verified. As soon as the term of mourning had expired, though little inclined for the exertion, she conquered her own shrinking repugnance to asserting and adopting her own rights; and, to the astonishment of Mr. and Mrs. Barclay, she accepted some of the invitations which courtesy had sent her. Though entered into merely as a duty, society gradually became a source of pleasure, in the discovery that all her aunt's circle were not of the same frivolous kind; and then slowly, but surely, the pleasure deepened into intense enjoyment from the conversation and attentions of Granville Dudley, whom she met constantly, though he did not visit her uncle. Clara was so very unlike her cousins, whose endeavours to gain husbands were somewhat too broadly marked, that Dudley had been irresistibly attracted towards her; a fancy which every interview so strengthened, that he began very seriously to question his own heart as to whether he really was in love.
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"I could not rest, I was so anxious about my lady, and an hour after I was abed, I rose and dressed myself and went to her room. She was on her knees, praying by the bedside of her child, and I stole softly away without disturbing her.
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"Yes," said Mr. Streeter. "But in dealing with a stranger we shall certainly have to put a 'stop loss' order at four points above, and that would leave you only two points of safety--surely not enough."
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"Bless their hearts," said Ted vaguely; and she did not get any further definition from him that evening.
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Il tourna lentement les yeux vers moi; mais sans doute il etait trop epuise pour marquer aucune surprise. Tout ce qu'il put faire fut d'articuler ces mots:
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"He will *not*. He says it's got to be saved. He's killing the nerve--on the Spanish Inquisition principle. I'd go to the fifty cent yankers this minute if I didn't have a saw-off with Selters."
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The love of the pretty Marietta offered Fabrizio all the charms of the most delightful friendship, which set him dreaming of the happiness of the same order which he might have been finding in the Duchessa's company.
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The parents suddenly became silent. Their faces still wore a smile, but there was a melancholy earnestness in their eyes.
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"Very weel," replied Jeanie, again blushing, but still more deeply than before; "the song is pretty, an' the air delightfu'; but some o' the verses are riddles to me. I dinna thoroughly understan them."
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"Okay," he said at last. "I'm game. Now how about answering a few questions for me, Miss ... ah ..."
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"You've gotter have a kid to run errands for youse, Mr. Sedgwick," he pleaded.
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And he took forth and held out to me a clean silk handkerchief. Now a person who did not know M. Paul, who was unused to him and his impulses, would naturally have bungled at this offer--declined accepting the same--et cetera. But I too plainly felt this would never do: the slightest hesitation would have been fatal to the incipient treaty of peace. I rose and met the handkerchief half-way, received it with decorum, wiped therewith my eyes, and, resuming my seat, and retaining the flag of truce in my hand and on my lap, took especial care during the remainder of the lesson to touch neither needle nor thimble, scissors nor muslin. Many a jealous glance did M. Paul cast at these implements; he hated them mortally, considering sewing a source of distraction from the attention due to himself. A very eloquent lesson he gave, and very kind and friendly was he to the close. Ere he had done, the clouds were dispersed and the sun shining out--tears were exchanged for smiles.
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A gentle quivering crept upon Bert's senses. "That's the engine," said the compact young man approvingly. "Now we shan't be long."
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"Hm-m; I suppose so. Still, I think 'twould have been better if Cyril could have selected some one that *wasn't* musical--say a more domestic wife. He's so terribly unpractical himself about household matters."
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Kennedy shook his head, but did not venture a reply to the question that was in his own mind. I felt that it must have something to do with her fears regarding the Black Book. Had she, too, surmised that Murtha had employed his henchman, Dopey Jack, to recover the book from Langhorne? Had she feared that Dopey Jack might in some moment of heat, for revenge, drop some hint of the robbery--whether it had been really successful or not?
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There was a swift step on the pavement, the determined click of a latch-key, and the clang of a closing door.
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Lilic and Zwillievic likewise joined the train, for now that the bird had flown away from the nest their task was over.
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"I am fond of facing the truth, though some day you will deny that. Where is that queer friend of yours?"
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'My darling, wherever you may be, morning and night join your thoughts with mine in prayer,' said her mother. 'And when moments of perplexity come to you, never forget the words, "In your patience ye shall win your souls."'
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He had crumpled his handkerchief into a ball, and was actually bobbing at his eyes with it,--the idea of Percy Woodville being dissolved in tears was excruciatingly funny,--but, just then, I could hardly tell him so.
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Madame came back to consciousness of sordid things as the Roumanian ostentatiously turned out his trouser-pockets.
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"Rat it all!" the constable ejaculated, casting a glance over his shoulder and dipping a hand wide of the basin.
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"That's true enough. And now, Master Jack, you've had quite enough for your penny, and I won't allow Ben to be kept waiting any longer."
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Melmotte sat up during the greater part of the night, sometimes sipping brandy and water, and sometimes smoking. But he did no work, and hardly touched a paper after his wife left him.
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"I don't know. When I am in this delightfully disorganised country the mild animosities of English party strife fill me with contempt. I was reading the 'Births, deaths, and marriages' just to prove to myself that there are natural tragedies and romances, even in the decently regulated areas of Bayswater and Mayfair."
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The advancing wave soon produced a sympathetic ripple in the Bun Hill establishment. Grubb routed out his flying-machine model again, tried it in the yard behind the shop, got a kind of flight out of it, and broke seventeen panes of glass and nine flower-pots in the greenhouse that occupied the next yard but one.
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"Sshh! You're here now, but--but where have you been all this time? For a man that is, I presume likely, loaded down with money--I presume you must be loaded down with it; you remember you'd said you'd never come back until you was--for that kind of a man I must say you look pretty down at the heel."
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The poor fellow was mad, I believe. However, some time afterwards, the President hunted him down, and got hold of him, but I believe he never punished him. As for the wounded man, whether he did live or die, Tom Cringle does not know.
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Meita paitsi ei ollut ketaan ravintolahuoneessa, silla oli viela varhainen aamu, mutta han alensi aanensa melkein kuiskaukseksi, samalla vilkuillen ovelle, kuten sellainen mies tekee, joka ei tahdo, etta hanta salaa kuunnellaan.
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"They was talkin' 'mongst theirselves--not to me. The news had leaked out, like it always does, and they'd trailed the young fellers, a ridin' two broncs and herdin' three loaded jacks, acrosst the range and over here. Then they'd lost the trail somehow. From what I picked up, I allowed they was aimin' to stay till they found it ag'in, if it took all winter."
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"But, at any rate, he'll see you safe to the coach," the other rejoined. "And I must be off. I give you joy of it, Mr. Bourdillon. Fine work! Fine work, by Jove! And I shall tell Mr. Ovington so when I see him. You're a marvel! My compliments to your father, young gentleman," addressing Clement. "Glad to have met you, but I can't stay now. Fifty things to do, and no time to do 'em in. The world's upside down to-day. Good morning! Good morning!" With a wave of the hand, his watch in the other, he turned on his heel and strode back towards the main entrance.
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'I have no explanation,' he replied, 'but that seems to me as likely as any other.'
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I've been wondering why the Bishop of Silchester told me to come here. Did he really think that the spectacle of moderation in the moulding was good for me? Did he fancy that I was a young zealot who required putting in his place? Or did he more subtly realize from the account I gave him of Malford that I was in danger of becoming moderate, even luke-warm, even tepid, perhaps even stone-cold? Did he grasp that I must owe something to party as well as mankind, if I was to give up anything worth giving to mankind? But perhaps in my egoism I am attributing much more to his lordship's paternal interest, a keener glance to his episcopal eye, than I have any right to attribute. Perhaps, after all, he merely saw in me a young man who had missed the advantages of Oxford, etc., and wished out of regard for my future to provide me with the best substitute.
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Lady Peggy Laroche was at the Wells, and spent most of her leisure with Antonia. While approving her *protegee's* taste she urged the necessity of prudence.
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Der Graf schwarmend: ,,... Eine hehre Atmospharenlosigkeit ... in zwei Blau ... die sich gegenseitig wie auf einer Himmelsleiter zwischen Sturm und Blitz in die Weltharmonie schleudern ..."
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This was horrible. Mark saw some likeness between Margot's pink splendour and the new posters clever people made for him. He must be wrong. He uncertainly fingered the pile of poker chips and asked Gurdy, "D'you think sister's--too dressed up?"
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Instead of going out immediately for a walk with Winchie, as was the habit, she lingered about the house, keeping herself busily occupied. She must write Basil. What she said must be final, for she owed him the truth. And she must not say much; a long letter would give him hope, no matter what words she used, and would harrow him in the reading and her in the writing. At last she put on hat and even gloves for the walk, sat hastily down at her desk, wrote: "I cannot. I belong to my boy, not to myself." She wished to add, "I shall try to forget. So must you, for my sake--" and also some word of love. But with the two sentence she halted her pen. She read what she had written--"I cannot. I belong to my boy--not to myself." She folded the sheet, sealed it in an envelope, addressed it. As she reached for the stamp she called Winchie. They went out together, and she mailed the letter in the box at the edge of town. Well, it was settled--once more. Was this final? "Nothing is settled until it's settled right." And she said to herself that this settlement was undoubtedly right--that is, as nearly right as anything ever is. Yes, it was settled--but her father's uncompromising axiom continued to reiterate its clear-cut, unqualified assertion.
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The bell gave forth a dull and broken clang, which seemed like an echo of the wails of sorrow that peopled the huge building with their weird and monotonous sounds.
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So, after all, Nikky uneasily presented his gift; and nothing untoward happened. He was rewarded, however, by such a glow of pleasure and gratitude from the boy that his scruples faded.
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"Olin aikeissa pikapuolin kirjottaa teille jonkun sanan", sanoi Saccard. "Me valmistamme luetteloa konttorihenkilokunnastamme ja te olette siina ensimaisten joukossa. Luullakseni tulette sijotetuksi liikkeellelaskukonttoriin."
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desire, except it was of things which I had not, and they were171 but trifles, though indeed of great use to me. I had, as I
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And he knew she would not. He had seen too many guns fired not to recognize technique. If she had learned to shoot that well, there was no doubt she could have hit him the first time.
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"Think of him up there." Dr. Valdez closed his eyes. "Completely alone. Total silence except for the sound of his own breathing. He sees nothing but stars, intensely bright, above him, beneath his feet, on all sides, the silver smear of the Milky Way, the Clouds of Magellan, the nebulae. The Earth is a great, swollen balloon that swings past his field of vision now and then, the Moon a smaller bubble. Without a reference point there is no sense of depth, no perspective. He can reach out and touch the stars. He swings in space, beyond time and distance, completely alone."
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"You may!" said Mr. Haliburton emphatically. [pg 363] He was too deeply chagrined to play his part any longer.
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The group is small enough. It is so much of course that a class-man should get his testamur that there is no excitement about it; generally the man himself stops to receive it.
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"Captain," says Alan, "I doubt your word is a breakable. Last night ye haggled and argle-bargled like an apple-wife; and then passed me your word, and gave me your hand to back it; and ye ken very well what was the upshot. Be damned to your word!" says he.
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"Yes, yes! but how is one to know what is true, my dear? There are so many differing claims to the quality!"
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Joinakin selkenemishetkina kun han saattoi ajatella koko elamaansa, saalittivat hanta kovasti nuoret tytot, mitka naitetaan miehille, joita he eivat rakasta, ja saalinsa oli sita syvempi, kun haneen itseensa oli kohdistunut koko ankaruudessaan vakivallalla kohdellun luonnon kirous, ja hanhan oli kuitenkin vain mies.
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"So I know only what I've seen. You told me the oldest girl had broke her knee, and that's all you've said. But I see this girl a-hanging dish-towels, and opening the kitchen door to let out the smoke each time she's burned up a batch of something, and I guessed she wasn't what you might call a graduate of one of those cooking-schools."
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About four o'clock in the afternoon nearly fifty thousand men surrounded the Convention. It seemed as though gusts of fierce breath and furious menace could be felt in the air. During the day the Conventional party held several parleys with the Sectionists. Both sides were feeling their opponent's pulse. For example, toward noon, Representative Garat was directed to carry a decree from the Convention to the Section de l'Indivisibilite. He took an escort of thirty horsemen, fifteen chasseurs and fifteen dragoons. The battalions of the Museum and the French guards, which had joined the Convention, and which were stationed in and about the Louvre, presented arms when he appeared.
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Along the way I collided with something, something moving that twisted away from me and cried out. It was Maida and at my voice she answered.
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We were fighting by rule, too. Some one--I cannot say who--had taken up the affair, and was imposing the right ceremonial upon us. It may have been the cheerful, blue-jerseyed Irishman, to whose knee I returned at the end of each round to be freshened up around the face and neck with a dripping boat-sponge. He had an extraordinarily wide mouth, and it kept speaking encouragement and good advice to me. I feel sure he was a good fellow, but have never set eyes on him from that hour to this.
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"A whole year!" Natasha repeated suddenly, only now realizing that the marriage was to be postponed for a year. "But why a year? Why a year?..."
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"Listen, and I will tell you. Before I die it is only right that you should know the truth--you who are my only friend."
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Peridot gazed after him, and pursed his lips. "Now I wonder what mischief that fellow is up to?" he mused.
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"That policy would suit me exactly," replied her father, with a significant little nod. "I don't wish to lose you, and I'm more afraid of Merwyn than of all the rest together."
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The guard ship on the outer end of the Asteroid Tunnel was anchored in space a short distance from the tunnel itself. It had to carry its own supplies, heavy armament and ammunition. Normally, it was capable of holding off a dozen space fighters, sending them reeling back with the heavy punches from its cannon.
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Coincidiendo las senas con las de Simoun, la declaracion fue recibida como un absurdo y al ladron le aplicaron toda serie de [267]torturas, la maquina electrica inclusive, por aquella impia blasfemia. Mas, la noticia de la desaparicion del joyero habiendo llamado la atencion de toda la Escolta, y habiendose encontrado sacos de polvora y grande cantidad de cartuchos en su casa, la declaracion tuvo visos de verdad y empezo el misterio a rodear poco a poco el asunto, envolviendose en nebulosidades, se hablo cuchicheando, tosiendo, con miradas recelosas, puntos suspensivos, y muchas frases huecas de ocasion. Los que fueron iniciados no acababan de salir de su asombro, sacaban caras largas, palidecian y poco falto para que muchos perdieran la razon al descubrirse ciertas cosas que habian pasado desapercibidas.
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Next morning, having once more exercised themselves in fencing for an hour, they went over to Philina's lodging, towards which they had seen their expected coach passing by. But how surprised was Wilhelm, when the coach seemed altogether to have vanished; and how much more so, when Philina was not to be found at home! She had placed herself in the carriage, they were told, with a couple of strangers who had come that morning, and was gone with them. Wilhelm had been promising himself some pleasant entertainment from her company, and could not hide his irritation. Laertes, on the other hand, but laughed at it, and cried, "I love her for this: it looks so like herself! Let us, however, go directly to the *Jagerhaus*: be Philina where she pleases, we will not lose our promenade on her account."
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"Bah!" I cried, carried away by a burst of enthusiasm, "the distance is scarcely worth speaking about. The thing is to make a start."
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"Judith! You haven't parted with the bonds your grandfather left you?" she exclaimed.
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"Children," said Elya to us, "why are we sitting like lumps of stone? Let us think of a punishment for Mazeppa."
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'We will see; you will see; they all will see. Be still! Let me speak. He has told me about your uncle's will--about the ruby which Miss Bewicke has. How, if you get it from her, you are to have all the money; how, if you don't, he is to have it all. I know! Very well; you will get the ruby. That's what you will do to him. He will be ruined, body and soul; though, for his soul, that was lost long ago. If he wishes to keep his body out of prison he will have to be quick out of England. He will not find it easy. There are those who are watching for him too well.'
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"--einer Zeder lehnte und sich die Fussspitzen sonnte. Er bemerkte die sich ihm von beiden Seiten Nahernden nicht, so tief war er in sein leeres oder volles Traumen versunken. Jetzt buckte sich der mutwillige Ascanio nach einem Grashalm, brach denselben und kitzelte damit die Nase des Monches, dass dieser dreimal kraftig nieste. Astorre ergriff freundlich die Hande seiner Jugendgespielen und zog sie rechts und links neben sich auf den Rasen nieder. 'Nun, was sagt ihr dazu?' fragte er in einem Ton, der eher schuchtern als herausfordernd klang.
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I've got a little old piano that the keys rattle, and Sunday mornings, for years now, I always go to that after breakfast, and sit down in my apron, and play some anthems that I remember: "As Pants the Hart," and "Glory Be to God in the Highest," and like that. I did it that first Autumn Sunday morning, with my windows open and the muslin curtains blowing and the sun slanting in, and a little smell of wild mint from the bed by the gate. And I knew all over me that it was Sunday morning--I'd have known it no matter if I hadn't known.
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"Eh, eh!" the Spaniard said with great composure, "Is that you, captain? What are you doing here?"
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They went out then across the uplands, a sunny ramble, to all Stephen's favourite places. And it happened that when they reached the solitary yew-tree near which Snip was buried, all the rest strolled on, and left Stephen and Miss Anne alone. Before them, down at the foot of the mountains, there stretched a wide plain many miles across, beautiful with woods and streams; and on the far horizon there hung a light cloud that was always to be seen there, the index of those great works where Stephen was to dwell for some years. Near to them they could discern, in the clear atmosphere, the spires and towers of the county town, where Black Thompson, who had tempted him on these hills, was now imprisoned for many years; and below, though hidden from their sight, was Botfield and the cinderhill cabin. A band of bilberry-gatherers was coming down the hill with songs and shouts of laughter; and the frightened flocks of sheep stood motionless on the hillocks, ready to flee away in a moment at their approach. Both Miss Anne and Stephen felt a crowd of thoughts, sorrowful and happy, come thronging to their minds.
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"Then run on and ask Miss Maitland if we may. She's in a particularly good temper tonight, so she'll probably say 'yes'. I have some pennies in my pocket."
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While he had been absent in the woods, there had been a conference among his relatives and the principal men of the town, which had resulted in the determination to keep him in Sevenoaks, if possible, in the practice of his profession.
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"Runotar, profetissa, totta puhut", sanoi ylpea kardinaali kiihkeasti, "ja aanesi on kuin tuon Maineen, josta nuoruudessani uneksuin. Puhu, puhu aina!"
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"Oh, pray forgive me! Pray do not be angry with me! I love you so dearly and so truly! Only say that you forgive me."
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'By God!' he said, and again, after further thought, 'By God!' He looked at his tall captain. The captain tightened his lips and nodded.
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Lars Peter bent his head on hearing her hard words. But it was all quite true; except for strict necessities, they had never money to spare.
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But I decided I'd better not tell him. "It wasn't a polite dream," I said. "Let me see if I can walk now." I started down the aisle. "Yes, I'm all right."
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"Sorry for it, miss, but the law makes no distinction with regard to property on the premises. You can always recover by a replevin."
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"We'll buy this little yacht, and I'll turn her into a missionary boat, buying her with funds furnished by the London Evangelical Society, as I'll tell 'em. I'll call her the *Bethlehem* and cruise along the China coast, putting in at ports to hold services. Then we'll sneak away some day and drop down here, with chinks in the crew, and we'll get this gold aboard in such way they won't suspect what it is.
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"Ten years," she heard herself saying; and unconsciously she wondered why she said it.
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Meanwhile, at the gate, Hendle was asking Dorinda a question. "I think you'll find me a dull sort of fellow after Carrington," he said ruefully.
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"That girl," he interrupted, "is a human being needing help. I have advised her. Now I want to advise you."
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"Austen wouldn't join Mr. Crewe in his little game, anyway," he said. "When Ham Tooting, Crewe's manager, came to him he kicked him downstairs."
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"Remember, M. Mentchikof," I said, "that mademoiselle is a young girl, and I think I may safely say that her heart is in French keeping; therefore be patient in your thoughts of her, however angry towards Zotof."
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Nan waited almost breathlessly. She was watching him with a gaze that searched every detail of his face. She saw the strong veins at his temples standing out, the usually clear eyes stained and bloodshot. She saw him raise one hand wearily to his forehead, and pass it back over his hair. She knew the movement so well. The sight of it thrilled her. There was little about him she did not know and understand.
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She sighed gravely. "I wonder if all fathers are like that?" she said. "Anyway, I don't believe yours is as bad as mine."
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"Well, what is it, Burton?" The mere sight of the shambling old fellow enraged Speed now.
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He stopped and took her off the ground as though she had been a child, and bore her swiftly and surely through the dark way. She could see his fiery blue eyes in the gloom, and in the flashes of white light as they passed the windows and arches where the moon streamed in, and as she looked she could feel her own grow big and dark; and she was frightened and very happy. But she thought of that strange thing she had dreamed--this very flight of hers exactly as it was to happen, so that she hid her face against his coat and clung to him nervously.
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"The show goes great the first night, far as I can see, but De Mott ain't satisfied.
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mit keinem Heller zu bezahlen gedachte. Nachdem der Advokat ihn genugend gedemutigt
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Le lendemain, la chaloupe, coupant obliquement la baie de Nassau, mit le cap sur l'ile Wollaston, pres de laquelle elle mouilla le soir meme.
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"Good morning, miss," said the reddleman, taking off his cap of hareskin, and apparently bearing her no ill-will from recollection of their last meeting.
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"Oh, happy mortal that I am! O lady with the wisdom of Sukman, nephew of Job, the beauty of Jacob, the sweet voice of David, the purity of Mary the Virgin! Listen! Favor me!"
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"All right. Without prejudice! Be it so!" Then Mrs. Jack came in, and having greeted me warmly, we sat down to breakfast. When this was over, Marjory cut a good packet of sandwiches and tied them up herself. These she handed to me saying:
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At length Durward settled a plan of operation on which he could the better reckon, as the execution rested entirely upon himself, and, in the cause in which he was engaged, he felt himself capable of everything. With a firm and bold heart, though conscious of the dangers of his situation, Quentin might be compared to one walking under a load, of the weight of which he is conscious, but which yet is not beyond his strength and power of endurance. Just as his plan was determined, he reached the convent.
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"Ninety-four, and growing quicker!" he exclaimed, turning toward me with a frightened look.
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