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Corpus of a Siam Mosquito

By: Steven David Justin Sills

...d into repudiating their aloneness. It was an early Bangkok morning with a new day tripping over the corpse of the earlier one the way dogs on the Ban... ..., he befriended his morose tendencies. Basking in the grandeur of his new stature, the back seat Nawin was dwelling on himself continually in the... ... nod. The boy born of the name Jatupon was bleeding inside him. His brain waves wiggled around like noodles. He was no better than this man. They bo... ...ure; but she was still a woman down deep even if she denied it just as his American passport and name-change made him abstain from bits of himself. A... ...ls finding themselves separately cast onto lifeboats in an ocean of random waves for they found oceans of thoughts within themselves that seemed more ... ...sed land he did not expect that even if he were to live somewhere in "Euro-American Bangkok" (Banglampool, Silom, and Sukumvit roads with their seven ... ... "Lets talk of them, the ashes that they be. They make up one of two groups of people in your life and these categories of individuals need to b... ...e evanescent nectar in the dissolution of events and time." "Only two groups?" "Only two unless you make up a third. All I know of the futu... ...l training and boldness could persevere to be someone accomplished in this musical genre. He could run to Noppawan Piggy's home. He had the address...

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Desert Dreams

By: Gracie C. Mckeever

...barely heard her sealing his verdict. One year or until such time when his new master saw fit to liberate him before his service was done. It might as... ...Dreams by Gracie C. McKeever 8 CHAPTER 1 Present Day America Mount Vernon, New York Therese turned into her husband's body, buried her face against hi... ...o like a Bedouin warrior—turns to her, flashing an adventurous smile as he waves. In this moment, Therese knows that he is the reason she is here. He ... ...t had seemed so real! She was relieved to see she only had on her good old American short Tasmanian Devil flannels. She stretched as she got up and he... ...al Saudi Arabian garb on display, along with rugs, woven objects, jewelry, musical instruments and other artifacts. The library alone contained severa... ...red at one time to ogle the exhibit Therese had wangled compliments of the American Numismatic Society—a collection of coins and medals from around th... ...hos and kowtowing sycophants. "Hey, Hunter!" Jakob Lundquist spied her and waved from across the crowded room before strutting in her direction. One o... ...llowed him through the crowded living room, weaving in and out of assorted groups of ghouls, goblins, vamps and frighteningly accurate renditions of h... ...ance and appreciate the view unnoticed. On his knees, head bowed, voice so musical and soothing she wanted to join him. Or join with him. Where had th...

...Old World Evil vs New Age Passion ... A centuries old djinni betrayed...A modern career woman and wife bereft...Can this thoroughly mismatched couple find comfort and vindication in each other's arms? More importantly, can Kane and Therese's l...

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An Apostate: Nawin of Thais

By: Steven David Justin Sills

...and time seemed reassuringly cognate. With the memory of that light, white American, Kimberly Debecrois--or something French--pulling away from his gr... ...ully that he began to believe it himself. On canvas, distorting the French-American into an Asian half-breed and a lady of the night, he brought to hi... ...erything merely seemed. In his last conscious moment as he faced the tidal wave that he hoped would claim him fully into sleep--instead of those small... ...e that he hoped would claim him fully into sleep--instead of those smaller waves whose prehensile inundations formed such an ineffective grasp--he won... ...d uncomely Laotian, should seem sensual to him now. No, he thought, with a new idea repudiating the old, the only peculiarity was that as a casualty o... ... minute of temporary derangement that was quite natural in life, a game of musical chairs in which the chairs also moved. He further averred that a mo... ...mirrors could do. Still, while moving out of the toilet and pondering this new justification for male promiscuity within the corridor between the two ... ... all Thai holidays. For it was on such days that happy or speciously happy groups burgeoned rife on sidewalks as a type of rank urban wildflower; and ... ...e steps of shopping malls where the roots of these blooming and ambulatory groups more fully tangled his steps like seaweed washed on crowded shores. ...

... suffering a midlife crisis, he abandons supercilious makings of wealth for a train trip ride to Laos where he repudiates and ventures onto something new...

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The New Machiavelli

By: H. G. Wells

...LI by H. G. Wells A PENN STATE ELECTRONIC CLASSICS SERIES PUBLICATION The New Machiavelli by H. G. Wells is a publication of the Pennsylvania State U... ...he document or for the file as an electronic transmission, in any way. The New Machiavelli by H. G. Wells, the Pennsylvania State University, Electron... ...nce of smoking during these twilight prowls with the threepenny packets of American cigarettes then just ap- pearing in the world. My life centred upo... ...ed relish, and as his jaw was underhung, he chummed and made the moustache wave like reeds in the swell of a steamer. It gave him a conscientious look... ...ng but a few prohibitions, a few hints, a lot of dirty jokes and, and “—he waved a hand and seemed to seek and catch his image in the air—” oh, a conf... ...ng is a necessary function in a nation. The Romans broke up upon that. The Americans fade out amidst their successes. Eugenics—” “That wasn’t Eugenics... ..., and I remember disconnectedly quite a number of brightly lit figures and groups walking about, and a white gate between orchard and garden and a lar... ...hy but determined. She had rather open blue eyes, and she spoke in an even musical voice with the gen- tlest of stresses and the ghost of a lisp. And ... ...rtain amount of open-air speaking in the dinner hour outside gas-works and groups of factories. Some special sort of people was, as it were, secreted ...

Excerpt: The New Machiavelli by H. G. Wells.

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Around the World in 80 Days

By: Jules Verne

...everages were refreshingly cooled with ice, brought at great cost from the American lakes. If to live in this style is to be eccentric, it must be con... ... Fogg was seated, and James Forster, the dismissed servant, appeared. “The new servant,” said he. A young man of thirty advanced and bowed. “Y ou are ... ...f without a word. Passepartout heard the street door shut once; it was his new master going out. He heard it shut again; it was his 7 Jules Verne pre... ...enly ceased. Yet the good ship ploughed straight on, unretarded by wind or wave, towards the straits of Bab-el-Mandeb. What was Phileas Fogg doing all... ...g, clove, and pepper plantations, while the steam curled in spirals around groups of palm-trees, in the midst of which 42 Around the World in 80 Days... ...s of the glade, which was lit up by the torches. The ground was covered by groups of the Indians, motionless in their drunken sleep; it seemed a battl... ... rolled heavily and the passengers became impatient of the long, monstrous waves which the wind raised before their path. A sort of tem- pest arose on... ... port he found a confused mass of ships of all nations: En- glish, French, American, and Dutch, men-of-war and trad- ing vessels, Japanese and Chinese... ...ossed bamboo ladders, dispersed into all the corners, and produced strange musical effects by the combination of their various pitches of tone. The ju...

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The Reef

By: Edith Wharton

...nd the angry sea beyond, they leapt out at him as if from the crest of the waves, stung and blinded him with a fresh fury of derision. “Unexpected obs... ...h other again, in London, some three months previously, at a dinner at the American Embassy, and when she had caught sight of him her smile had been l... ...ou know Mrs. Leath? That’s perfect, for General Farnham has failed me”—had waved them together for the march to the diningroom, Darrow had felt a slig... .... Her husband had struck him as a characteristic speci- men of the kind of American as to whom one is not quite clear whether he lives in Europe in or... ...cy) a deeper feeling of communion, and their days there had been like some musical prelude, where the instruments, breathing low, seem to hold back th... ... be walking to him down the years, the light and shade of old memories and new hopes playing vari- ously on her, and each step giving him the vision o... ...of a stout-shod sole, she had answered cheerfully: “No—luckily I had on my new boots,” he began to feel that human intercourse would still be tolerabl... ...n evolved, if not designed, to that end, he had instinctively kept the two groups apart in his mind, avoiding that intermediate society which attempts... ...almost certainly” an anarchist. It was this nucleus, and its outer ring of musical, architectural and other American students, which posed successivel...

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The Lady of the Lake

By: William J. Rolfe

...first edition, the “ Globe “ edition, and about a dozen others English and American. I found many misprints and corrup- tions in all except the editio... ... toil, By far Lochard or Aberfoyle. But nearer was the copsewood gray That waved and wept on Loch Achray, And mingled with the pine-trees blue On the ... ...o strange the road, So wondrous were the scenes it showed. XI. The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o’er the glen their level way; Each purple peak,... ...Lake CANTO FOURTH. The Prophecy. I. The rose is fairest when ‘t is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears; The rose is sweetest... ...s the Franciscan steeple reel? And see! upon the crowded street, In motley groups what masquers meet! Banner and pageant, pipe and drum, And merry mor... ...w (cf. vi. 488), and sometimes = precipice. 73. On the lone wood. Note the musical variation in the measure here; the 1st, 3d, and 4th syllables being... ...ir daughter, you do draw my spirits from me 132 The Lady of the Lake With new lamenting ancient oversights!” 305. Some mossy bank, etc. The MS. reads... ...5 below. 523. In better time. That is, in better times or days; not in the musical sense. 524. Chime. Accord, sing; a poetical use of the word. Cf. vi...

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Notes on a Journey from Cornhill to Grand Cairo

By: William Makepeace Thackeray

...such a store of pleasant recollections for after days— and creates so many new sources of interest (a newspaper letter from Beyrout, or Malta, or Algi... ...s of red, were standing on the sand close by the tumbling, shining, purple waves:and there we beheld, for the first time, the Royal red and yellow sta... ...agero-o!” 11 Thackeray We all went down to tea rather melancholy; but the new milk, in the place of that abominable whipped egg, revived us again; an... ...wing and reading, and the blind were, for the most part, set to perform on musical instruments, and got up a con- cert for the visitors. It was then w... ...ible, that even as blind beggars they could hardly get a livelihood in the musical way. 15 Thackeray HENCE WE WERE DRIVEN to the huge palace of Neces... ...bbers!” we said; “the clumsy humbugs! there’s none but Britons to rule the waves!” and we gave our- selves piratical airs, and went down presently and... ...ion and liveliness as I have never witnessed before. And the effect of the groups of multitudinous actors in this busy cheerful drama is heightened, a... ...e moored everywhere, showing their flags, Rus- sian and English, Austrian, American, and Greek; and along the quays country ships from the Black Sea o... ...issaries, with silver maces shining in the sun. ’Twas the party of the new American Consul-General of Syria and Jerusalem, hastening to that city, wit...

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Diana of the Crossways

By: George Meredith

...is more, the beautiful creature can talk.’ He wondered, for she was young, new to society. Subsequently he is rather ashamed of his wonderment, and ac... ...he strings of sensualism,’ to the delight of a world gaping for marvels of musical execution rather than for music. For our world is all but a sensati... ... on the spin when he said, ‘Who is she?’ Sir Lukin did not know. ‘She ‘s a new bird; she nodded to my wife; I’ll ask.’ He manoeuvred a few steps cleve... ...as in the first conception of the edifice, backs were damp, boots liquidly musical, the pipe of consolation smoked with difficulty, with much pulling ... ...r happiness at the kiss of parting. That melancholy note at the top of the wave to human hearts conscious of its en- forced decline was repeated by th... ...appetites. The old dog-world took signal from it. The one-legged devil-god waved his wooden hoof, and the creatures in view, the hunt was uproarious. ... ...e worked for my bread. I had thoughts of America. I fancy I can write; and Americans, one hears, are gentle to women.’ ‘Ah, Tony! there’s the looking ... ...y Diana, little though she concentered her attention on any figures of the groups. She had the woman’s 120 Diana of the Crossways faculty (transientl... ... inducement she had received to embark her money in this Company: a South- American mine, collapsed almost within hearing of the trum- pets of prospec...

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Nostromo a Tale of the Seaboard

By: Joseph Conrad

...ume picked up outside a second-hand book-shop. It was the life story of an American sea- man written by himself with the assistance of a jour- nalist.... ...ilence to anarchist speeches at the meeting, the enigmatical patron of the new revolu- tionary agitation, the trusted, the wealthy comrade Fidanza wit... ...os—the “beautiful Antonia.” Whether she is a possible varia- tion of Latin-American girlhood I wouldn’t dare to affirm. But, for me, she is. Always a ... ...nrad Aristocrat and Nostromo the Man of the People are the artisans of the New Era, the true creators of the New State; he by his legendary and daring... ...into the wall above marble consoles, square spaces of carpet under the two groups of arm- chairs, each presided over by a deep sofa; smaller rugs scat... ...y considerable in the eyes of a vain populace) waited with alacrity upon a wave of his hand. And rather more than a year later, during his unexpected ... ...and the great herds fed with all their horned heads one way, in one single waver- ing line as far as eye could reach across the broad potreros. A spre... ...hecking the mare almost to a standstill now and then for children, for the groups of people from the distant Campo, who stared after him with admirati... ...ased the earthenware filter in the corner of the kitchen kept on its swift musical drip, drip into the great porous jar below. Towards sunset he got u...

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Babbitt

By: Sinclair Lewis

...sting them from the business center, and on the farther hills were shining new houses, homes—they seemed—for laughter and tranquillity. Over a concret... ...elow the bridge curved a railroad, a maze of green and crimson lights. The New York Flyer boomed past, and twenty lines of polished steel leaped into ... ...us cursing, virile flannel shirts. He creaked to his feet, groaning at the waves of pain which passed behind his eyeballs. Though he waited for their ... ...elieved to be cynical) were candidly eager. But he was not over-gentle. He waved his hand at poor dumpy Verona and drawled: “Yes, I guess we’re pretty... ...lin Avenue & 3d St., N.E Zenith Omar Gribble, Esq., 376 North American Building, Zenith. Dear Mr. Gribble: Your letter of the twentieth t... ...ompson, the old-fashioned, lean Yankee, rugged, traditional, stage type of American business man, and Babbitt, the plump, smooth, efficient, up-to-the... ...y.” The real convention consisted of men muttering in hotel bedrooms or in groups amid the badge-spotted crowd in the hotel-lobby, but there was a sho... ...were bringing folding chairs up from the basement. There was an impressive musical program, conducted by Sheldon Smeeth, educational di- rector of the... ...ck around with me, old man, and I’ll show you a good time!” They went to a musical comedy and nudged each other 212 Babbitt at the matrimonial jokes ...

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The Soul of a Bishop

By: H. G. Wells

...nd weak, and left him a prey to strange disturbances, rather than that any new process of thought was eating into his mind. These doubts in his mind w... .... The fine old abbey church of Princhester, which was the cathedral of the new diocese, looked when first he saw it like a lady Abbess who had taken t... ...el- oping when King George was being crowned. Close upon that event came a wave of social discontent, the great railway strike, a curious sense of soc... ...s eat the fruit in Paradise? Perhaps there they worked for some collective musical effect, had some sort of conductor in the place of this—hullabaloo…... ... reply. What was there for a bishop to object to? There was that admirable American widow, Lady Sunderbund. She was enor- mously rich, she was enthusi... ...aised eye- brows. “I was thinking of Bent. But anyhow there’s been a great wave of seriousness, a sudden turning to religion and reli- gious things. I... ...wnham with her next September. She aspired to his- tory. Miriam’s bent was musical. She and Phoebe and Daphne and Clementina were under the care of sk... ...The English were indolent, the French decadent, the Russians barbaric, the Americans basely democratic; the rest of the world was the “White man’s Bur... ...of shining wet sand, a multitude of gulls was mysteriously busy. These two groups of activities and Eleanor’s flitting translucent movements did but s...

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Life of John Coleridge Patteson : Missionary Bishop of the Melanesian Islands

By: Charlotte Mary Yonge

... year that the Rev. George Augustus Selwyn was appointed to the diocese of New Zealand. Mrs. Selwyn’s parents had always been inti- mate with the Patt... ...and since Bishop of Oxford and of Win- chester, preached in the morning at New Windsor parish church, and the newly-made Bishop of New Zealand in the ... ...anner of saying the prayers was exceedingly good: his voice very sweet and musical; without seeming loud, it was fully audible, and gave assurance of ... ...which had been taken in hand by a Scot- tish Presbyterian Mission; but the groups which seem to form 100 Life of John Coleridge Patteson the third fr... ...expeditions; but of late whalers and sandal wood traders, both English and American, had been finding their way among them, and too often acting as ir... ... twenty feet high in the trunk, for trunk it is, and the great broad frond waves over it in a way that would make that child Pena 115 Yo n g e clap h... ...ses, and star-light nights, and the great many-voiced ocean, the winds and waves chiming all night with a solemn sound, lapping against my ear as I li... ...in those private classes that he exercised such wonderful in- fluence; his musical voice, his holy face, his gentle manner, all helping doubtless to i... ...e the chief obstacle to the Mission. After describing an interview with an American captain, he continues:—’Reports are rife of a semi-legalised slave...

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The Pit a Story of Chicago

By: Frank Norris

...ity university. 3 Frank Norris The Pit A Story of Chicago By FRANK NORRIS NEW YO NEW YO NEW YO NEW YO NEW YORK RK RK RK RK 1903 1903 1903 1903 1903 D... ...tion to (I) the production, (2) the distribution, (3) the consump- tion of American wheat. When complete, they will form the story of a crop of wheat ... ... in the preparation of the following novel are due to Mr. G. D. Moulson of New York, Whose unwearied patience and untiring kindness helped him to the ... ... wear them after all. My poor little flowers.” But she showed him a single American Beauty, pinned to the shoulder of her gown beneath her cape. “Yes,... ...ad been falling since early evening had changed to a lugubrious drizzle. A wave of consterna- tion invaded the vestibule for those who had not come in... ...lmost as crowded as though at noontime. Messenger boys ran to and fro, and groups of men stood on the corners in earnest conversation. The whole neigh... ...th you, and be helping you, and all that sort of thing. Now, all this,” he waved a hand at the confusion of furniture, “all this to-day—I just feel,” ... ...s full of yellow envelopes. From the telephone alcoves came the prolonged, musical rasp of the call bells. In the Western Union booths the keys of the... ...elodrama. She had a taste for the magnificent. She revelled in these great musical “effects” upon her organ, the grandiose eas- ily appealed to her, w...

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The Last of the Mohicans, A Narrative of 1757

By: James Fenimore Cooper

... to be characteristic. It is generally believed that the Aborigines of the American continent have an Asiatic origin. There are many physical as well ... ...ld do, being compelled to set bounds to fancy by experience; but the North American Indian clothes his ideas in a dress which is different from that o... ...ore Cooper whites. When it is remembered that the Dutch (who first settled New Y ork), the English, and the French, all gave appellations to the tribe... ...-civilized be- ings of the Oneidas, on the reservations of their people in New Y ork. The rest have disappeared, either from the regions in which thei... ...d. At a respectful distance from this unusual show, were gath- ered divers groups of curious idlers; some admiring the blood and bone of the high-mett... ...nce interrupting, and, for the time, closing 23 James Fenimore Cooper his musical efforts. “Though we are not in danger, common prudence would teach ... ...ow, guttural tones, which render his language, as spoken at times, so very musical; “then, Hawkeye, we were one people, and we were happy. The salt la... ...the shelter of the canoe, and, while it glided swiftly down the stream, he waved his hand, and gave forth the shout, which was the known signal of suc... ...h he felt the importance of their import. After a moment of hesitation, he waved his hand in assent, and uttered the English word “Good!” with the pec...

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Sartor Resartus: The Life and Opinions of Herr Teufelsdrockh

By: Thomas Carlyle

...as completed;—thereby, in these his seemingly so aimless rambles, planting new standards, founding new habitable colonies, in the immeasurable circuma... ...him; and then, by quite foreign sugges- tion. By the arrival, namely, of a new Book from Professor Teufelsdrockh of Weissnichtwo; treating expressly o... ...lls; so that when a man walks, it is with continual jingling. Some few, of musical turn, have a whole chime of bells (Glockenspiel) fastened there; wh... ...th a Cupid for steersman! Consider their welts, a handbreadth thick, which waver round them by way of hem; the long flood of silver buttons, or rather... ...t of practical Reason’ proceeding by large Intuition over whole systematic groups and kingdoms; whereby, we might say, a noble complexity, almost like... ...er may imagine. So much we can see; darkly, as through the foliage of some wavering thicket: a youth of no common endow- 79 Thomas Carlyle ment, who ... ... hand-grips with Destiny her- self, may have comported himself among these Musical and Literary dilettanti of both sexes, like a hungry lion invited t... ...as articulately perhaps as the case admitted. Or call him, if you will, an American Backwoodsman, who had to fell unpenetrated forests, and battle wit... ...onsiderably involved in haze. To the first English Edition, 1838, which an American, or two American had now opened the way for, there was slightingly...

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Lord Ormont and His Aminta

By: George Meredith

...the younger fellows, without knowing what affected them, were moved by the new picture of a girl, as if it had been a frontispiece of a romantic story... ...rshy ground, where a couple of flat and shelving banks, formed for a broad new road, good for ten abreast—counting a step of the slopes—ran transverse... ...rn: Mr. Arthur Abner’s rec- ommendation,” he added hurriedly, with a light wave of his hand and a murmur, that might be the lady’s title; continu- ing... ...eate,’ her aunt would say, and she was thankful. Her heart rose on a quiet wave of the thanks, and pitched down to a depth of uncounted fathoms. Amint... ...he work, doesn’t dispirit. Otherwise, one may say that an African or South American traveller has a more exciting time. I shall manage to keep my head... ... be stubborn to resist a softness. Now she cared no more for the hackneyed musical word; friendship was her desire. If it is not life’s poetry, it is ... ... old housewives in doorways, gaffer goodman meeting his crony on the path, groups of boys and girls. She would take the girls, Matthew Weyburn the boy... ... 250 Lord Ormont and His Aminta ‘You may be feeling tired presently.’ The musical sincerity of her ‘Oh no, not I!’ sped through his limbs; he had a w... ...is boys: English, French, Germans, Italians, a Spaniard in my time—a South American I have sent him— two from Boston, Massachusetts—and clever!—all em...

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The Trial or More Links of the Daisy Chain

By: Charlotte Mary Yonge

...hard went; and the sisters took up their employments— Ethel writing to the New Zealand sister-in-law her history of the wedding, Mary copying parts of... ... Zealand sister-in-law her history of the wedding, Mary copying parts of a New Zealand letter for her brother, the lieutenant in command of a gun-boat... ...he latch-key. Ethel ran out, but her father was already on the stairs, and waved her back. ‘Here is some tea. Are you not coming, papa?—it is all here... ...st renowned instrumental pieces, which she could play as mechanically as a musical-box. ‘Not that jingling airified thing!’ cried Leonard, ‘I want som... ...age; and the ear was constantly struck by the regular roll and dash of the waves. Aubrey, though with the appetite of recovery and sea-air combined, c... ...of his magazine; and if driven to sing to him, took as little pains as her musical nature would let her do. But the very strength of her dislike gave ... ...ow could he suppose that any man could be crazed enough to prefer to be an American citizen, when he might remain a British subject? Repugnance to Ame... ...hate to see it, and to hear people say my roses will surprise the delicate Americans. Fancy, in a shop in London I met an old school-fellow, who was d... ...trees and hedges!’ then turned again to look in enchantment at the passing groups—far from noble, though bright with autumn tints—that alternated with...

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Virgin Soil

By: Ivan S. Turgenev

...up the insular confines in which they had been reared and to enlarge their new hori- zon. Afterwards they went on to read T olstoi, and T urgenev’s po... ... Virgin Soil, is the prophetic intention he had of the woman’s part in the new order. For the real hero of the tale, as Mr. Edward Garnett has pointed... ... have a talk if your visitors would not mind…” (He bowed to Mashurina, and waved a grey-gloved hand in the direction of Paklin and Ostrodumov.) “Not a... ...ake anything that would interfere with my freedom.” Sipiagin gave a slight wave of the hand, as if driving away a fly. “You may be easy on that point.... ... front of the house there was a flower garden, with straight gravel paths, groups of acacias and lilac, and round flower beds. T o the left, past the ... ...contained nothing but a few painted wooden chairs and a couch covered with American cloth. There were pictures everywhere of an indifferent variety . ... ...g to play such an important part; where his wife patronised the arts, gave musical evenings, and founded charitable cook- shops; where Kollomietzev wa... ...ands. They are not heroes, not even ‘heroes of labour’ as some crank of an American, or Englishman, called them in a book he wrote for the edification...

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Women in Love

By: D. H. Lawrence

...ay. ‘I haven’t thought about him: I’ve refrained,’ she said coldly. ‘Yes,’ wavered Ursula; and the conversation was really at an end. The sisters foun... ...rt dwelling- houses, utterly formless and sordid, without poverty. Gudrun, new from her life in Chelsea and Sussex, shrank cruelly from this amorphous... ...k,’ said Gudrun, swerving away. ‘There are all those people.’ And she hung wavering in the road. ‘Never mind them,’ said Ursula, ‘they’re all right. T... ... glisten like sunshine refracted through crystals of ice. And he looked so new, unbroached, pure as an arctic thing. Perhaps he was thirty years old, ... ...aidservant came and went hurriedly. Meanwhile the men stood in calm little groups, chatting, smoking, pretending to pay no heed to the rustling anima-... ...y syllable distinctly. She looked at the cover, to verify herself. ‘An old American edition,’ said Birkin. ‘Ha!—of course—translated from the French,’... ...oked aside, feeling she was being belittled. People were standing about in groups, some women were sitting in the shade of the walnut tree, with cups ... ...hear the stars. She imagined distinctly she could hear the 405 celestial, musical motion of the stars, quite near at hand. She seemed like a bird fly... ...iked the West Afri- can wooden figures, the Aztec art, Mexican and Central American. He saw the grotesque, and a curious sort of me- chanical motion i...

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