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... to his companions. ‘Perhaps it is a man,’ said Abdullah, finger in mouth, star ing. ‘Without doubt.’ returned Kim; ‘but he is no man of In dia that... ...i lence, as we do of Tibet, or speaking aloud?’ ‘Those who beg in silence starve in silence,’ said Kim, quot ing a native proverb. The lama tried to... ...bring it back filled.’ Simply as a child the old man handed him the bowl. [start here] ‘Rest, thou. I know the people.’ He trotted off to the open sho... ...ightened his belt, and staggered forth under the 25 Rudyard Kipling early morning stars, he came very near to it. ‘What a colt’s trick!’ said he to h... ...the cultivator’s wife malignantly. ‘Nay, but all who serve the Sirkar with weapons in their hands are, as it were, one brotherhood. There is one broth... ...‘Now eat, Holy One. Look. Day comes!’ Golden, rose, saffron, and pink, the morning mists smoked away across the flat green levels. All the rich Punjab... ...the cakes that Kim offered. They all unloosed their bundles and made their morning meal. Then the banker, the cultivator, and the soldier prepared the... ...ine an old man’s fancy. T ruly the police orders are that no man must bear weapons throughout Hind, but’–he cheered up and slapped the hilt–‘all the c... ...t if evil men were not now and then slain it would not be a good world for weaponless dream ers. I do not speak without knowledge who have seen the l...

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... to defend the truth. So kindly is the world arranged, such great profit may arise from a small degree of human reliance on oneself, and such, in par-... ... or their contemporaries. The next book, in order of time, to influence me, was the New Testament, and in particular the Gospel according to St. Matth... ... should perhaps come next. Every one has been influenced by Wordsworth, and it is hard to tell precisely how. A certain innocence, a rugged austerity ... ...y, as I paused upon my map of ‘T rea- sure Island,’ the future character of the book began to ap- pear there visibly among imaginary woods; and their ... ... we must cut away and deduct the needless arborescence of his nature, but the trunk and the few branches that remain we may at least be fairly sure of... ...ess of it then as I sat writing by the fireside, in what seemed the spring-tides of a somewhat pedestrian inspira- tion; nor yet day by day, after lun... ...roofs of the beginning already waiting me at the ‘Hand and Spear’! Then I cor- rected them, living for the most part alone, walking on the heath at We...

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...folk of the place can meet. Here, fired by a word, a look, or gesture, are started those feuds between house and house, between a woman of rank and a ... ...paper had ever defiled her sight. She attended mass at the Cathedral every morning, taken there by her mother, came back to breakfast, did needlework ... ...swallow, and affecting to give a romantic turn to his narrative, “one fine morning the mail-coach dropped at the Hotel National a gentleman from Paris... ...oes on Sundays to Saint-Pierre, but to the early ser- vice at eight in the morning. He rises every night between one and two in the morning, works til... ... obscurely formed among the up- per class of merchants in Besancon, he was starting a fort- nightly paper, called the Eastern Review, with the help of... ... fine morning in the month of July in a boat pulled by three oarsmen. They started for Fluelen, intending to stop at every notable spot on the lake of... ...ctors. Never had any man had such a triumph. But, unfortunately, speech, a weapon only for close warfare, has only an immediate effect. Reflec- 84 Al...

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...ot had the Embassy as a dining-place, the worthy young gentleman must have starved. I doubt, I say, that Becky would have selected either of these you... ...ued. “How Lady Blinkey would open her eyes, and Lady Grizzel Macbeth would stare! Hush! silence! there is Pasta beginning to sing.” Becky always made ... ...n. And the day after, there appeared among the fashionable reunions in the Morning Post a paragraph to the following effect: “Y esterday, Colonel and ... ... out—a bow-string. The curtain draws just as he is going to use that awful weapon. Hassan from within bawls out, “First two syllables”—and Mrs. Rawdon... ...ds to the upper apartment and warms the bed. She uses the warming-pan as a weapon wherewith she wards off the attention of the bagmen. She exits. They... ...away she goes, with— The Rose upon My Balcony The rose upon my balcony the morning air perfuming Was leafless all the winter time and pining for the s... ...at had befallen him. He 21 Thackeray was in the hands of the bailiffs. He started back, falling against the man who had first touched him. “We’re thr... ...n his dressing-room, where the child used to sleep. He missed him sadly of mornings and tried in vain to walk in the park without him. He did not know... ... pleasant to this little Ishmaelite. She pick- eted her steed, hung up her weapons, and warmed herself comfortably by his fire. The halt in that rovin...

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...ne arts, but the gentleman in question had taken serene possession of its softest spot, and, with his head thrown back and his legs outstretched, was staring at Murillo?s beautiful moon-borne Madonna in profound enjoyment of his posture. He had removed his hat, and flung down beside him a little red guide-book and an opera-glass....

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...oftest spot, and, with his head thrown back and his legs outstretched, was staring at Murillo’s beautiful moon-borne Madonna in profound enjoyment of ... ...m to illu- minate his meaning, “Combien?” he abruptly demanded. The artist stared a moment, gave a little pout, shrugged her shoulders, put down her p... ...shed you’ll carry it to him in a cab.” “In a cab!” cried M. Nioche; and he stared, in a bewil- dered way, as if he had seen the sun rising at midnight... ... I sat in the court of the Grand Hotel last night until two o’clock in the morning, watching the coming and going, and the people knocking about.” “Yo... ... me insane. Perhaps I was, but in that case I am insane still. I spent the morning looking at the first green leaves on Long Island. I was sick of bus... ...y did not understand. “Oh, then he’s not the butler!” CHAPTER IV Early one morning, before Christopher Newman was dressed, a little old man was ushere... ... in the back from a pointed instrument. Turning quickly round he found the weapon to be a parasol wielded by a lady in green gauze bonnet. Valentin’s ...

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...show, unknown sometimes even to the possessors themselves, that spring and start up by incidental occasions; if my prudence could not penetrate into n... ... and resolution, without looking elsewhere. The disciples of Hegesias, who starved themselves to death, animated thereunto by his fine lectures, and i... ...at hides our manners: they send their consciences to the stews, and keep a starched countenance: even traitors and assassins es- pouse the laws of cer... ...munication and service of poesy, will disarm 71 Montaigne him of his best weapons: by this means they charge the god of familiarity and good will, an... ...mend them to my memory (for I am apt to dream that I dream), but, the next morning, I may repre- sent to myself of what complexion they were, whether ... ...lilies mixed with the damask rose.”—Æneid, xii. 67.] Who can stay till the morning without dying for shame to behold the disdain of the fair eyes of h... ...ading; shelled in a hard and shining skin, with a cut- ting and glittering weapon in his hand, against them, who, 144 Essays: Book III out of wonder ... ...re 165 Montaigne reboundable upon us, and we wound ourselves with our own weapons: of which antiquity. has left me enough grave ex- amples. It was in... ..., as will digest the water in their bellies. My unwillingness to rise in a morning gives my servants leisure to dine at their ease before they set out...

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... Ye gods, it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish .] BR... ...ome time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar: what sh... ...e mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with ‘em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar. Now, in the names of all the gods at once... ...iven him reasons; Send him but hither, and I’ll fashion him. CASSIUS: The morning comes upon ‘s: we’ll leave you, Brutus. And, friends, disperse your... ... is not for your health thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw cold morning. PORTIA: Nor for yours neither. You’ve ungently, Brutus, Stole fro... ...ck? and is it physical To walk unbraced and suck up the humors Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed, ... ... swords: Then walk we forth, even to the market place, And, waving our red weapons o’er our heads, Let’s all cry ‘Peace, freedom and liberty!’ CASSIUS...

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...upper and distempering draughts, Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come To start my quiet. RODERIGO: Sir, sir, sir,— BRABANTIO: But t... ...: Pray you, lead on. At every house I’ll call; I may command at most. Get weapons, ho! And raise some special officers of night. On, good Roderigo: I... ...s to bad intent. [Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers with torches and weapons .] OTHELLO: Holla! stand there! RODERIGO: S... ... rust them. Good signior, you shall more command with years Than with your weapons. BRABANTIO: O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow’d my daughter?... ... With all my heart. DUKE OF VENICE : At nine i’ the morning here we’ll meet again. Othello, leave some officer behind, And he s... ...have more of this to morrow. Adieu. RODERIGO: Where shall we meet i’ the morning? IAGO: At my lodging. RODERIGO: I’ll be with thee betimes. IAGO: ... ...f love and honest kindness. CASSIO: I think it freely; and betimes in the morning I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me: I am de... ...had never seen’t! OTHELLO: Ha! wherefore? DESDEMONA: Why do you speak so startingly and rash? OTHELLO: Is’t lost? is’t gone? speak, is it out o’ th... ...k you pale, mistress? Do you perceive the gastness of her eye? Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon. Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her:...

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...fellow bring the Arabs into the river! Nevertheless Willems turned up next morning on Almayer’s verandah. From the bridge of the steamer I could see p... ... could 7 Joseph Conrad catch only snatches of mumbled sentences. Then one morning as I came along the deck to take my place at the breakfast table Al... ...on that, should he close his hand, all those admir- ing human beings would starve. His munificence had demoralized them. An easy task. Since he descen... ...e would do—for to-night. His wife! He winced inwardly. A dismal woman with startled eyes and dolorously drooping mouth, that would listen to him in pa... ...breath then and trail out of the room, relieved but unmoved. Nothing could startle her, make her scold or make her cry. She did not com- plain, she di... ... idea of running away. From the poop of the Flash Lingard saw in the early morning the Dutch ship get lumberingly under weigh, bound for the eastern p... ...side, push- ing the cartridges into the chambers of his revolver. When the weapon was loaded he asked— “What is it? Are you after somebody?” “Yes,” sa... ...now were standing close together lean- ing on the polished shafts of their weapons. The next moment she saw Willems, with his back towards her, appare... ...pected push that sent him staggering away from the tree. She caught up the weapon, put it behind her back, and cried— “You shall not have it. Go after...

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..................................................... 14 A CHILD’S DREAM OF A STAR.......................................................................... ...e waves, like a torch in the bark of some fisherman,’ which is the shining star of a new world. Bruce is caged in Abyssinia, surrounded by the gory ho... ...ce is caged in Abyssinia, surrounded by the gory horrors which shall often startle him out of his sleep at home when years have passed away. Franklin,... ...od, seems to be read aloud as she rushes to her destiny. ‘About two in the morning of Friday the sixth of January, the ship still driving, and approac... ...ed it would be impossible, but that their only chance would be to wait for morning, the captain lifted up his hands in silent and distressful ejaculat... ... by assurances of his opinion, that, the ship would hold together till the morning, when all would be safe. Cap tain Pierce, observing one of the you... ...acred among us in more ways than one—sacred, not merely from the murderous weapon, or the subtle poison, or the cruel blow, but sacred from preventibl...

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... work. Besides, things have a knack of going wrong at the 7 Joseph Conrad start, especially in the matter of irritating trifles. And there is the abi... ... had brought a full cargo of jute from Calcutta. We had been paid off that morning, and I had come on board to take my sea-chest away and to say good-... ...“cast adrift” when it is untied. Also the ship herself is “cast to port or starboard” when getting under way. She, however, never “casts” her anchor. ... ... “We will get the an- chors over this afternoon” or “first thing to-morrow morning,” as the case may be. For the chief mate is the keeper of the ship’... ...e bondage of art is very exacting. And, as the writer of the article which started this train of thought says with lovable warmth, the sailing of yach... ...ace- ful pursuit. Once only did he attempt a stroke of audacity, one early morning, with a steady breeze, entering a crowded roadstead. But he was not... ...more con- science than an Italian prince of the seventeenth cen- tury. His weapon is a dagger carried under a black cloak when he goes out on his unla... ... blown to pieces by means of their own perfected explosives and im- proved weapons with extreme publicity as the com- monest prudence dictated. By thi...

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...; but are also like the phenomena of nature, like the sun and the sea, the stars and the flowers,—like frost and snow, rain and dew, hail-storm and th... ...und.” In this place it was a judicious addi- tion; for the rudeness of the weapon, unless raised and en- riched by a warm, sanguinary coloring, has to... ...die a natural death at forty-four? Hear his biographer’s account:— “Sunday morning the 21st of February, before it was church time, Spinosa came down ... ...derived from the great artist whose workmanship I am record- ing. One fine morning, when all Bristol was alive and in mo- tion, some suspicion arising... ... that at first I was myself carried away by the general enthusiasm. On the morning when the murder was made known in London, there was the fullest mee... ...of hav- ing dabbled a little in our art; some said not without merit. What startled me, however, was, that he supposed this art to be part of his regu... ...nd shape as cherry to cherry. In short, M. Michelet thinks us, by fits and starts, admirable, only that we are de- testable; and he would adore some o...

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... angry as I am that you did not come too; really Tibby is too tiresome, he starts a new mortal disease every month. How could he have got hay fever in... ...it was Charles Wilcox practising; they are keen on all games. Presently he started sneezing and had to stop. Then I hear more clicketing, and it is Mr... ... to now I have always put that down as ‘Meg’s clever non- sense.’ But this morning, it really does seem not life but a play, and it did amuse me enorm... ... of—I don’t know.” She broke off, and listened to the sounds of a Lon- don morning. Their house was in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty pr... ...g for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she ha... ...y father over to catch the down train.” “You see, we heard from Helen this morning.” Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and perf... ...rt came. “I perceive you are attempting blackmail. It is scarcely a pretty weapon for a wife to use against her husband. My rule through life has been...

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...f at everybody’s expense, and is of that desire condemned to strip himself stark naked, he, if pathos ever had a form, might be taken for the actual p... ...by spoke a word of the rejected visitor to Miss Durham, in response to her startled look: “I shall drop him a cheque,” he said, for she seemed persona... ...Scottish Highlanders, and the corps de ballet, draymen too, have legs, and staring legs, shapely enough. But what are they? not the modulated in- stru... ...ghter from his cousin Willoughby. Be it said that the hour was four in the morning, when dancers must laugh at somebody, if only to refresh their feet... ...mination of an enchanting romance, when Sir Willoughby met her on a Sunday morning, as she crossed his park solitarily to church. They were within ten... ...y returned to his England after an absence of three years. On a fair April morning, the last of the month, he drove along his park palings, and, by th... ... from her fiery sensations, a little hypocrisy was a poor girl’s natu- ral weapon. She crushed her conscientious mind with the assurance that it was m... ...eature struggling with fetters, had made her appear in her dash to seize a weapon, indicated moreover by him. 143 George Meredith Clara took up the o... ... round their necks; and if they have beauty, no won- der they turn it to a weapon and make as many captives as they can. I do not wonder! My sense of ...

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... latest? Which of them do you think is most likely to be in power tomorrow morning? SCHNEIDEKIND. Well, the provisional government was going strong ye... ...the day here listening to your cheek...What! the Grand Duchess [Strammfest starts.] Where did you catch her? STRAMMFEST [snatching the telephone and l... ...dn’t you say so, you—[he hangs up the telephone angrily]. Just fancy: they started her off this morning: and all this is because the fellow likes to g... ...[he hangs up the telephone angrily]. Just fancy: they started her off this morning: and all this is because the fellow likes to get on the telephone a... ...or God’s sake, General— STRAMMFEST [attacking him furiously to recover the weapon]. Dog of a subaltern, restore that pistol and my honor. SCHNEIDEKIND... ...w tell me, what are your orders? And do you mean to obey them? STRAMMFEST [starting like a goaded ox, and blun- dering fretfully about the room]. How ...

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...ens, in the crimson end Of day’s declining splendour; here The army of the stars appear. The neighbour hollows dry or wet, Spring shall with tender fl... ...ur hollows dry or wet, Spring shall with tender flowers beset; And oft the morning muser see Larks rising from the broomy lea, And every fairy wheel a... ... patter and a chatter and a chirp And a long dying hiss – it was as though Starched old brocaded dames through all the house Had trailed a strident sk... ...aft of band you show The pen to guide, the fly to throw: I count you happy starred; for God, When He with inkpot and with rod Endowed you, bade your f... ...eat task of happiness; If I have moved among my race And shown no glorious morning face; If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not; if morning ... ...th of yore Beat out the glowing blade, Nor wielded in the front of war The weapons that he made, But in the tower at home still plied his ringing trad...

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...g bays Deckest thy brow by the Heliconian spring, But sittest crowned with stars’ immortal rays In Heaven, where legions of bright angels sing; Inspir... ...rone, Set in those parts of Heaven that purest are (As far above the clear stars every one, As it is hence up to the highest star), Looked down, and a... ...Good Ademare. XXXIX Their jolly notes they chanted loud and clear On merry mornings at the mass divine, And horrid helms high on their heads they bear... ...ore. 18 Jerusalem Delivered LVIII But these and all, Rinaldo far exceeds, Star of his sphere, the diamond of this ring, The nest where courage with s... ...ght, Each soldier, longing for near coming glory, Impatient be they of the morning bright, Of honor so them pricked the memory: But yet their chieftai... ...t cares For us, our laws, or our religion; Up, up, dear subjects, fire and weapon take, Burn, murder, kill these traitors for my sake.” 30 Jerusalem ... ...ful news receave, The trump of death sounds in their hearing shrill, Their weapon, faith; their fortress, was the grave; They had no courage, time, de... ... The people made her room, and on them twain Her piercing eyes their fiery weapons dart, Silent she saw the one, the other ‘plain, The weaker body lod... ... him that built the tower of Shinaar, Which threat’neth battle ‘gainst the morning star. XCII Godfredo then: “Depart, and bid your king Haste hitherwa...

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...llet made his advances, but with a coquettish eye and look, as if ready to start away at any moment. 13 The Chaplet of Pearls ‘Soh, Follet. I have no... ...to him, the other boy clutched his shaggy forelock so effectually that the start back did not shake him off, and the next moment Beranger was on his b... ...e my family to visit thy grand-father, and it must now be our endeavour to start immediately on the receipt of the re- ply, before the Chevalier’s inf... ...t and his family to pay a visit to his wife’s friends in England. The next morning the Baron was summoned to speak to one of his farmers, a Huguenot, ... ... you have me to be otherwise? I have the honour to wish M. le Baron a good morning.’ ‘Eustacie! Stay! Hear me! It concerns my honour. I see it is you—... ... the invitation, if royal invitations could have been declined. And in the morning, before setting out, he dressed himself point device, and with Osbe... ...mself with shooting at a mark together with Sidney and Teligny, handed his weapon to an attendant, and came up with looks of restless anxiety to his Q... ...thrown himself on his side, shared with him the brunt of all the grotesque weapons, and battled them off with infi- nite spirit and address, shielding... ...nce of Conde, by throwing herself before him half-dressed, and tearing his weapon from his hand. Her only hope was that if she should give him a son, ...

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................................................................. 223 EVENING STAR ......................................................................... ...t the same person be led into a room tastefully furnished, and he would be startled into an exclamation of pleasure and surprise. It is an evil growin... ...pleasantly enough, but for the fearful intelligence which reached us every morning from the populous city. Not a day elapsed which did not bring us ne... ...ously on the table, and looked round upon the company with a half—in- sane stare. They all seemed highly amused at the success of the king’s ‘joke.’ “... ... with affright; and had not the king taken the precau- tion to exclude all weapons from the saloon, his party might soon have expiated their frolic in... .... Mr. Shuttleworthy had set out from Rattleborough very early one Saturday morning, on horseback, with the avowed intention of proceeding to the city ... ...arm among the friends of the missing man; and when it was found, on Sunday morning, that he had not yet made his ap- pearance, the whole borough arose... .... Strike thou home— (baring his bosom.) Here is no let or hindrance to thy weapon— Strike home. I will not fight thee. Pol. Now, s’ Death and Hell! Am...

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... can be seen a peak of the Balkans, wonderfully white and beautiful in the starlit snow. The interior of the room is not like anything to be seen in t... ...eep. 9 Shaw RAINA (coming in). I sent her away. I wanted to be alone. The stars are so beautiful! What is the mat- ter? CATHERINE. Such news. There h... ...y hero! (A distant shot breaks the quiet of the night outside. She starts, listening; and two more shots, much nearer, follow, startling h... ...l take care that nobody comes in and sees you without it. This is a better weapon than the pistol. (He throws the pistol down on the ottoman.) RAINA (... ...He throws the pistol down on the ottoman.) RAINA (revolted). It is not the weapon of a gentle- man! MAN. It’s good enough for a man with only you to s... ...f March, 1886. In the garden of major Petkoff’s house. It is a fine spring morning; and the garden looks fresh and pretty. Beyond the paling the tops ... ...an at Phillipopolis who used to wet himself all over with cold water every morning when he got up. Disgust- ing! It all comes from the English: their ... ...d lady was equally fascinated; and the fugitive was sent on his way in the morning, disguised in an old coat belonging to the master of the house, who... ...s a cavalry man’s proposal. I’m in the artillery; and I have the choice of weapons. If I go, I shall take a machine gun. And there shall be no mistake...

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...t asunder. . . . A similar movement is going on before our own eyes.” “The weapons with which the bourgeoisie felled feu- dalism to the ground are now... ...against the bourgeoisie itself. But not only has the bourgoisie forged the weapons that bring death to itself; it has also called into existence the m... ...o itself; it has also called into existence the men who are to wield those weapons—the modern working class—the proletarians.” The cause of the destit... ... are dragged from their squalid beds at two, three, or four o clock in the morning and compelled to work for a bare subsistence until ten, eleven, or ... ...ver- work in an over-crowded workroom, &c.” “Our white slaves,” cried the “Morning Star,” the organ of the free-traders, Cobden and Bright, “our white... ...k in an over-crowded workroom, &c.” “Our white slaves,” cried the “Morning Star,” the organ of the free-traders, Cobden and Bright, “our white slaves,... ...e circumstances: for example, the men who threw the bomb at Sarajevo which started the present war were not Anarchists, but Nationalists. And those An... ...k could be got out of them except under threat of dismissal and consequent starvation. But is this as certain as people are inclined to sup-pose at fi... ...will spring a new and younger world, full of fresh hope, with the light of morning in its eyes. To return to the Electronic Classics Series page, go t...

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...could play the part of Alderman very well, and sentence Jack after dinner. Starve me, keep me from books and honest people, educate me to love dice, g... ... when he heard the great peal of bells from Castlewood church ringing that morning to welcome the arrival of the new lord and lady, it had rung only t... ...him to this nobleman, a grand languid nobleman in a great cap and flowered morning-gown, sucking oranges. He patted Harry on the head and gave him an ... ... in the moat— all under company of Monsieur Blaise. Presently, of an early morning, all the party set forth for the country, namely, my Lord Viscount ... ...iest acting as master of the ceremonies at that solemn introduction—and he stared at her with eyes almost as great as her own, as he had stared at the... ...oldiers, were marching thence upon the house. John had but two minutes the start of them, and, ere he had well told his story, the troop rode into our... ...ess. “I have found nothing which concerns the Govern- ment as yet—only the weapons with which beauty is autho- rized to kill,” says he, pointing to a ... ...isputes of the late king’s reign; and, an old soldier now, had hung up his weapons of controversy. These he took down from his shelves willingly for y... ...two boys at their game and said—’Y ou see, sir, children are taught to use weapons of death as toys, and to make a sport of murder;’ and as she spoke ...

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...g sent to Smolensk?” asked Princess Mary. “Oh, yes, he has been waiting to start for some time.” 13 Tolstoy CHAPTER III WHEN MICHAEL IV ANOVICH retur... ... the enemy. “Women, women! Women’s fuss!” muttered Alpatych to himself and started on his journey, looking round at the fields of yellow rye and the s... ...ned a jacket he wore only in town and went out on business. It was a sunny morning and by eight o’clock it was already hot. “A good day for harvesting... ...” thought Alpatych. From beyond the town firing had been heard since early morning. At eight o’clock the booming of cannon was added to the sound of m... ...the prince is unwell my advice is that they should go to Moscow. I am just starting myself. Inform them…” But the Governor did not finish: a dusty per... ... his soul he was glad she was remaining at home and had not gone away. The morning after little Nicholas had left, the old prince donned his full unif... ...temptations of the devil and Princess Mary knew it. She knew that the sole weapon against him was prayer, and she tried to pray. She assumed an attitu... ... French, but that as many of the inhabitants of Moscow wished to be armed, weapons were ready for them at the arsenal: sabers, pistols, and muskets wh...

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...e with much benevolent satisfaction the assemblage of vil- lagers who were staring at him and the quadrupeds. Mr. Brock, when he saw the parson’s band... ...ming, your honour; I think your honour called”—Gustavus Adolphus whistled, stared at her very hard, and seeming quite dumb-stricken by her ap- pearanc... ..., and in the country of Prester John! Y ou shiver out of bed on icy winter mornings, to break the ice for Ball and Dapple to drink.” “Y es, indeed,” s... ...e he is, to all appearances quite calm: before the same round of beef—from morning till sundown—for hundreds of years very likely. Perhaps when the sh... ...any.” And with this Mrs. Score curtseyed and retired. V ery early the next morning the active landlady and her bus- tling attendant had prepared the a... ... horses round to the door. The Cor- poral had been, and they were about to start on the instant for Stratford. The fact was that Count Gustavus Adolph... ...life.” And here he gave a swinging cut at Mr. Trippet’s sword: it sent the weapon whirling clean out of his hand, and through a window into the street...

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...l, neglected peasant, sunk in matter, insolent, gross and servile, makes a startling contrast with our own long-legged, long-headed, thoughtful, Bible... ...le bubbling back-water of the quadrangle; so that we see there, on a scale startlingly diminished, the flight of time and the succession of men. I loo... ...es of good, flinching accep- tance of evil, shiverings on wet, east-windy, morning jour- neys up to class, infinite yawnings during lecture and un- qu... ...funditur, Lapsis fides revertitur,” as they sang of old in Portugal in the Morning Office. But to him that good hour of cockcrow, and the changes of t... ...d as fell on this young man, and made him cover his eyes from the innocent morning. We all have by our bedsides the box of the Merchant Abudah, thank ... ...in, nor to learn charity and modesty and justice from the sight; but still stared at them externally from the prison windows of my affectation. Once I... ...nding, should hear these young fellows talking of his own subject, his own weapons that he had fought the battle of life with, – “and – h’m – not unde...

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... a verse of an old students’ song, worth laying side by side with Villon’s star- tling ballade. This singer, also, had an unworthy mistress, but he di... ... a tangent of female dignity and reserve, like a mounting lark in an April morning; and wrote me an answer which measured out very completely what an ... ...And then he took advantage of the situation. To Clarinda he wrote: “I this morning called for a certain woman. I am disgusted with her; I cannot endur... ...e gait and cogitations of a drunken man, or only a village cockcrow in the morning, he could find language to give it freshness, body, and relief. He ... ...of our thinking. It is not, therefore, by flashing before a man’s eyes the weapons of dialectic; it is not by induction, deduction, or construction; i... ...fa- miliarity. He considers it just as wonderful that there are myriads of stars, as that one man should rise from the dead. He declares “a hair on th... ...by the ironical flash of these eight words: The desire of the moth for the star. The same truth, but to what a different purpose! Whitman’s moth is mi... ...o carry throughout all his wanderings, and to bring back – a far-travelled weapon – to Japan. A long letter was prepared in Chinese for the American o... ...e scapegrace who has wit enough to recognise in his own shame the readiest weapon of offence against a prosy benefactor’s feelings. The gratitude of M...