...nother provision of a positive kind, which answers to the second question that might be started froth the premises: viz. And what is to become of th... ...certainly the labourer was not disappointed of his hire. I prevented the dawning of the morning, and I envied the setting in of the shades of evenin... ...ery afternoon by the side of the river near the town. On the 17th of June, 1801, in the morning, he was found dead by the river side, where probably... ...d of prophecy, as unto a light shining in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day-star arise on their hearts:” and he brings them a second blow... ...to rule the night, as well a greater light to rule the day. The watchman telleth of the morning, but also of the night. “Watchman, what of the night?... ... infidelity or by intellectual demonstration, which is the egg of infidelity, that they start when you say that Christ will appear again in personal ... ...nted oft-times to the soul, for the same end of teaching her to have all her armour and weapons in use. But if you do not present the resurrection fr... ... not present the resurrection from the dead at Christ’s coming, you do not give her the weapon with which that strongest assault of the enemy is to ... ...y are the traitors to the cause of God, who venture into the field of battle withouut a weapon, or think to cast out Beelzebub by Beelzebub. I do not...

...ositional key, unable as one can only be to move till one has found it. To start without it is to pretend to enter the train and, still more, to remai... ...very one, in short, was to have enjoyed so much better a chance that, like stars of the theatre condescending to oblige, they have had to take small p... ... was steeped to be able to make herself out again as agreeable to see? She stared into the tarnished glass too hard indeed to be staring at her beauty... ...ne her relative justice. These larger con- ditions all tasted of her, from morning till night; but she was a person in respect to whom the growth of a... ...t he had done something. I can hear her now—the way, one cold black Sunday morning when, on account of an extraordinary fog, we hadn’t gone to church,... ...em, with no discussion at all, that they would resume their journey in the morning. The younger tourist’s interest in the detail of the matter—in spit... ...ly dress; and to take up and shoulder as a substitute some queer defensive weapon, a musket, a spear, a battle-axe—conducive pos- sibly in a higher de...

...street. [Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs, and other weapons .] First Citizen : Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.... ...t converses more with the buttock of the night than with the forehead of the morning: what I think I utter, and spend my malice in my breath. Meetin... ... [ Exeunt.] CORIOLANUS: Most sweet voices! Better it is to die, better to starve, Than crave the hire which first we do deserve. Why in this woolvi... ...eize him, AEdiles! Citizens: Down with him! down with him! Senators, &C : Weapons, weapons, weapons! [They all bustle about Coriolanus, crying .] ‘... ...ou then as the people’s officer. Act III, scene i 65 Masters, lay down your weapons. BRUTUS: Go not home. SICINIUS: M... ...e: determine on some course, More than a wild exposture to each chance That starts i' the way before thee. CORIOLANUS: ... ...’ll sup with me? VOLUMNIA: Anger’s my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding. Come, let’s go: Leave this faint puling and lament ... ... not dined: The veins unfill’d, our blood is cold, and then We pout upon the morning, are unapt To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff’d These ... ...ibunes, such as you, A sea and land full. You have pray’d well to day: This morning for ten thousand of your throats I’d not have given a doit. Hark...

...Excerpt: ACT I. SCENE I. Rome. A street. [Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs, and other weapons.] First Citizen: Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. All: Speak, speak. First Citizen: You are all resolved rather to die than to famish? All: Resolved. resolved. First Citizen: First, you know Caius Marcius...

...of peasants and a large num- ber of citizens, who had left Fougeres in the morning on their way to Mayenne, were going up the little mountain of La Pe... ...th of its prom- ises, and with such promptness that even the commander was startled. But he was one of those wary old watch-dogs who are hard to catch... ... and Germany and the disturbing news from La Vendee, was attempting on the morning when this history begins, to make a forced march on Mayenne, where ... ...s first words the officers who accompanied him turned spasmodically, as if startled out of sleep by a sudden noise. The sergeants and corporals follow... ...ly scattered the fleecy mists which float above the meadows of a September morning. As the soldiers turned to look back, an invisible hand seemed to l... ...s more ancient associa- tions than any other. The “gais” was the principal weapon of the Gauls; “gaisde” meant armed; “gais” courage; “gas,” force. Th... ...us attention as though he hoped to detect some stifled sound, some echo of weapons, or steps which might give warning of the expected attack. His blac... ...icked his musket: “We’ll play ‘em a tune on the clarinet, commander.” They started, two to right and two to left of the road; and it was not without s... ...n at Marche-a-T erre. The young chief sprang between them and struck their weapons from their hands with the barrel of his own carbine; then he demand...

...m to our own calendar, towards the close of September, 1799, a hundred or so of peasants and a large number of citizens, who had left Fougeres in the morning on their way to Mayenne, were going up the little mountain of La Pelerine, half-way between Fougeres and Ernee, a small town where travelers along that road are in the habit of resting....

...I A BEDROOM OF THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY ON A WINTER’S NIGHT, about two in the morning, the Comtesse Jeanne d’Herouville felt such violent pains that in s... ... so feebly that its quivering gleam could be compared only to the nebulous stars which appear at moments through the dun gray clouds of an autumn nigh... ...e dared not fix her eyes upon them, fearing to see them move, or to hear a startling laugh from their gaping and twisted mouths. At this moment a temp... ...r and child!” An answer so peremptory closed the discussion, impru- dently started by a seigneur from Lower Normandy. The guests were silent, looking ... ...s now buried forever in her heart. The vision brought her suddenly to that morning, that ravishing morning, when in the grand old parlor panelled and ... ...!—and the moment when, fearing her mother’s sternness, she had slipped one morning into her father’s study to whisper her girlish confi- dences on his... ...them. At the moment when Etienne saw the huge hand of his father raising a weapon 90 The Hated Son upon Gabrielle he died, and Gabrielle fell dead in...

...Excerpt: On a winter?s night, about two in the morning, the Comtesse Jeanne d?Herouville felt such violent pains that in spite of her inexperience, she was conscious of an approaching confinement; and the instinct which makes us hope for ease in a change of posture induce...

...ome where in great black space, there was a flaming necklace, or ring, or starry circle of some kind, of which I was one of the beads! And when my on... ...nd brightly on me, I could read the letters that my dear wrote to me every morning and evening and could put them to my lips and lay my cheek upon the... ...as now no good reason why I should deny myself that happiness. He came one morning, and when he first came in, could only hold me in his embrace and s... ...was so strange to me that I think I should have put my hands before it and started back but for the encouragement I have mentioned. Very soon it becam... ...eem trivial. I was very much in earnest. I took care to be up early in the morning and to be before the glass when Charley came in on tiptoe. “Dear, d... ...e glass when Charley came in on tiptoe. “Dear, dear, miss!” cried Charley, starting. “Is that you?” “Yes, Charley,” said I, quietly putting up my hair... ... the Ladies Dedlock dead and gone, he told us, that peaceful crooks became weapons of assault in their hands. They tended their flocks severely in buc... ...know, sir,” Mr. Snagsby pleads, “it wouldn’t be a consolation to have some weapon or another in the form of a foreign dagger planted in the family.” “... ...o his grave, past murderous groups of statuary repeated with their shadowy weapons on the wall, past the printed bill, which she looks at going by, ou...

...ay part of Kent, and my bungalow stood on the edge of an old sea cliff and stared across the flats of Romney Marsh at the sea. In very wet weather the... ... Roman brick- work, and from it old Watling Street, still paved in places, starts like an arrow to the north. I used to stand on the hill and think of... ...een him only against the light. “One moment, sir,” said I as he turned. He stared. “One moment,” he said, “certainly. Or if you wish to speak to me fo... ... end, an odd mood came over me. I had been bricking up the furnace all the morning, and I sat down by these possessions dead beat. Everything seemed d... ... huge cone-shaped, luminous haze, pointing up towards the splendour of the morning star, warned us of the immi- nent nearness of the sun. Whatever lig... ... 8 Chapter 8 Chapter 8 A L A L A L A L A Lunar M unar M unar M unar M unar Morning orning orning orning orning THE HARSH EMPHASIS, the pitiless black ... ... them it knocks you to pieces in some unexpected way. Old passions and new weapons— now it upsets your religion, now it upsets your social ideas, now ... ...or a space. “This time,” I whispered, “they’re likely to have some sort of weapon.” Then suddenly I sprang to my feet. “Good heavens, Cavor!” I cried.... ...hey were perhaps six feet long, with shaped handles, very tempting-looking weapons. The whole place was lit by three transverse streams of the blue fl...

... of his presumption. He waited awhile, then broke out once more. ‘You must start again—you must. Always you rustle your red leaves of a blasted summer... ... down, cowering like a sulky animal, she looked at him under her brows. He stared fiercely back at her, but beneath her steady, glowering gaze he shra... ...ttering roar of applause quicken his pulse. It was hoarse, and savage, and startling on his inflamed soul, making him shiver with anticipation, as if ... ...n of that degradation. It bled him of his courage and self-respect. In the morning Beatrice was disturbed by the sharp sneck of the hall door. Immedia... ... herself. She lay quite rigid for a time. There was no sound anywhere. The morning sunlight pierced vividly through the slits of the blind. Beatrice l... ..., and the two lovers, her husband and Helena, rushing through the miles of morning sunshine. ‘God strike her dead! Mother of God, strike her down!’ sh... ...t. There was something brutal about it that she could not bear. She had no weapon against brute force. She glanced up at Siegmund. Tiny drops of mist ...

...on. He had a citified air about him that ate into Tom’s vitals. The more Tom stared at the splendid marvel, the higher he turned up his nose at his fi... ...m the “next time he caught him out.” To which Tom responded with jeers, and started off in high feather, and as soon as his back was turned the new ... ...ivity at hard labor became adamantine in its firm ness. CHAPTER II Saturday morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brim... ... near, he slackened speed, took the middle of the street, leaned far over to star board and rounded to ponderously and with laborious pomp and circum... ... middle of the afternoon came, from being a poor poverty stricken boy in the morning, Tom was literally rolling in wealth. He had besides the things b... ...at agony came. And thus she would see him when she looked out upon the glad morning, and oh! would she drop one little tear upon his poor, lifeless f... ...deur in that — though where the West ern boys ever got the idea that such a weapon could possi bly be counterfeited to its injury is an imposing mys... ...rmed, were up the hill, and just entering the sumach path on tip toe, their weapons in their hands. Huck accompanied them no further. He hid behind a...

...ent dued, now loud and amazed and distressed, but always trace- able, this startled, protesting question, “But why the devil aren’t we?” As though nec... ...This atheism that you and Billy Prothero have brought into the school—” He started violently at another vivid flash, and every one remained silent, wa... ... believe any hunter would attack such a monster except by stealth and with weapons of enormous power… . “He jerked himself to and fro across his cramp... ...ness, and, because he was no longer careful, easily. He went on beyond his starting place toward the corner, and did that supreme bit, to and fro, tha... ...lost in rocky waterless country in Somaliland. He strayed out in the early morning while his camels were being loaded, followed some antelope too far,... ...sustained, only so can they be brave, albeit spread out and handling their weapons as men of un- qualified daring would handle them they would be infi... ... sweet and welcoming, radiat- ing a joyfulness as cool and clear as a dewy morning, came his mother. “Well, little man, my son,” she would cry in her ... ...y a bath in a bathroom far down the corridor was prescribed for him in the morning; he hadn’t thought of a dressing-gown. And after one had dressed, w... ...hey were sturdy men in light coloured garments adorned ostentatiously with weapons, they moved mysteriously about in the firelit darknesses and conver...

...Queen danced still once with the Knave of Bergen.” CHAPTER II: Heidelberg Landing a Monarch at Heidelberg WE STOPPED AT A HOTEL by the railway-station... ...d getting my spirit in tune with the place, and in the right mood to enjoy the supernatural, a raven suddenly uttered a horse croak over my head. It m... ...been empty ever since; a log house, with a plank roof—just one big room, and no more; no ceiling—nothing between the rafters and the floor. Well, one ... ...s to the hole and looks in again for half a minute; then he says, ‘Well, you’re a long hole, and a deep hole, and a mighty singular hole altogether—bu... ...d and flashed; every few moments the Mark Twain 22 quick-eyed seconds would notice that a sword was bent— then they called “Halt!” struck up the cont... ...a “satisfaction” affair. These two students had quarreled, and were here to settle it. They did not belong to any of the corps, but they were furnishe... ...mused the spectators, and even broke down their studied and courtly gravity and surprised them into laughter. Of course the seconds struck up the swor... ...reason which ever permits him to inter- fere—and the day’s war was over. It was now two in the afternoon, and I had been present since half past nine ... ...s brought to me after the room was cleared, and I will now make a “life-size” sketch of it by tracing a line around it with my pen, to show the width ...

...................................................... 228 TO JANE: ‘THE KEEN STARS WERE TWINKLING’. ....................................................... ... _15 Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet. The cloud shadows of midnight... ...iastes. The pale, the cold, and the moony smile Which the meteor beam of a starless night Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle, Ere the dawning of morn... ...eathe their spells towards the departing day, Encompassing the earth, air, stars, and sea; Light, sound, and motion own the potent sway, Responding to... ...’ That night the youth and lady mingled lay In love and sleep—but when the morning came _25 The lady found her lover dead and cold. Let non... ...h. 4. 4. 4. 4. 4. And as towards the east she turned, She saw aloft in the morning air, _20 Which now with hues of ... ... drink your blood? 3. 3. 3. 3. 3. Wherefore, Bees of England, forge Many a weapon, chain, and scourge, _10 That thes...

...rising, so venturesome, so in- teresting; bits of strange coasts under the stars, shad- ows of hills in the sunshine, men’s passions in the dusk, goss... ... a few days. Thus accompanied, and with revolvers at their belts, they had started to chop their way with machetes through the thorny scrub on the nec... ...e crew of a coasting schoo- ner, lying becalmed three miles off the shore, stared at it with amazement till dark. A negro fisherman, living in a lonel... ...he year by a great body of motionless and opaque clouds. On the rare clear mornings an- other shadow is cast upon the sweep of the gulf. The dawn brea... ... already engaged in smashing the windows of the Intendencia.” Early on the morning of that day the local authori- ties of Sulaco had fled for refuge t... ... over his left ear and temple, made by a razor-blade fastened to a stick—a weapon, he explained, very much in favour with the “worst kind of nigger ou... ...of the woman who has been like a mother to him? I bent my knee to him this morning; don’t you go out, Gian’ Battista—stop in the house, Battistino—loo... ... he had no illusions. The Gould Concession had to fight for life with such weapons as could be found at once in the mire of a corruption that was so u... ...st to lose its significance. He was 80 Nostromo prepared to stoop for his weapons. For a moment he felt as if the silver mine, which had killed his f...

...crescent moon. ‘Go away, horned moon,’ murmured the boy. ‘I want to see my stars come out before Hob comes to call me home, and the goats are getting ... ...l as bigger, and thou mightst let me 4 The Herd Boy and His Hermit see my star to-night! Ah! there is one high in the sunset, pale and fair, but not ... ...is one high in the sunset, pale and fair, but not mine! That’s the evening star —one of the wanderers. Is it the same as comes in the morning betimes,... ...t’s the evening star —one of the wanderers. Is it the same as comes in the morning betimes, when we do not have it at night? Like that it shines with ... ...here Doll will give thee supper and bed, and we will have thee home in the morning.’ ‘I never lay in a hogward’s house,’ she said primly. ‘Belike, but... ...at the thaw had set in, and he should be able to take the maid back in the morning. He sat scowling and silent during supper, and or- dered Hal about ... ...till worse when Bunce came over, and brought a taller horse, and such real weapons as he deemed that the young lord might be taught to use, and there ... ...the boy’s hand, while Simon stood up straight before him. Hob adjusted the weapon in his inert hand, and told him how and where to strike. But ‘It is ...

... ary she sat, with black eyes, black hair, a purple face and a turban, and morning, noon, or night, as you went into the parlour of the hotel, there w... ... I, Egg? a chip of the old block, hay?” “That you are,” said the perfumer, starting up. “An ‘air-dresser?” asked Mrs. Crump. “Well, I thought he was; ... ...paper with all the dexterity of a professor (for the fact is, Mr. W. every morning curled his own immense whiskers with the great- est skill and care)... ...Perhaps you recollect,— “‘Tink-a-tink, tink-a-tink, By the light of the star, On the blue river’s brink, I heard a guitar. “‘I heard a guitar, O... ... hold of a lock of her hair very gently with his hand, she cried “Oh!” and started with all her might. And Mr. Eglantine observed very gravely, “Capti... ...e day before, began addressing the latter with extreme cordiality. “A good morning to you, Mr. Mossrose,” said Captain Walker. “Why, sir, you look as ... ...atter declined, saying, justly, that trades- men had no business with such weapons; on this the tailor proposed to meet him with coats off, and have i...

...rocket- headed horde, ever at the heels of fair faces for ignition, and up starring away at a hint of tearfulness; excepting further by chance a solid... ...d marchio- ness adds, that it was no wonder she was late, ‘for just before starting from home she had broken loose from her husband for good, and she ... ... up at Mr. Redworth, whose brows bore the knot of perplexity over a strong stare. He, too, stamped the words on his memory, to see subsequently whethe... ...red a gate, and pointed to a new direction of the road on that fine spring morning, when beech-buds were near the burst, cowslips yellowed the meadow-... ...hall have Dada in his best days and all my youngest dreams, my sunrise and morning dew, surround- ing me; my old home for my new one. I write in haste... ... the freak of his driving down under the beams of Aurora on a sober Sunday morning capital fun; so with a gaiety that was kept alive for the invalid E... ..., fight, meet a bayonet-hedge of charges and rebut them. I have my natural weapons and my cause. It must be confessed that I have also more knowledge ... ... be carried home, they are disbursable at other tables. These were Diana’s weapons. She was perforce the actress of her part. In happier times, when l... ... swam on vasty deeps, they knocked at rusty gates, they shouldered all the weapons of black Insomnia’s armoury and became her soldiery, doing her will...

...tertain- ments. Jos slept on until long after dark, when he woke up with a start at the motions of his servant, who was removing and emptying the deca... ...that night, and wake, as formerly, with her mother smiling over her in the morning: Then she thought with terror of the great fune- real damask pavili... ...ng-room windows, and shine out in the bedroom close at hand. It was almost morning when he returned to his own quarters. He could hear the cheering fr... ...s full of English soldiery as they passed. English bugles woke them in the morning; at nightfall they went to bed to the note of the British fife and ... ...he Countess of Bareacres would not answer when spoken to; how Lady Blanche stared at her with her eye-glass; and what a rage Captain Dobbin was in at ... ...s heartily with Amelia, and said to Jos, “Well, old boy, how are you?” and stared in Mrs. O’Dowd’s face and at.the black cock’s feathers until she beg... ...eir little shafts, which stings a thousand times more than a man’s blunter weapon. Our poor Emmy, who had never hated, never sneered all her life, was... ...h the butt of his musket, when Rawdon made himself master of the shattered weapon. As for the cross and epaulets, they came from a Colonel of French c... ...brain. The Colonel plays a good knife and fork at tiffin and resumes those weapons with great success at dinner. He smokes his hookah after both meals...

... in a great flight forward upon Lombardy. The curtain of an early autumnal morning was everywhere lifted around the Motterone, save for one milky stri... ...k-deep for everlasting in a burning marl, and hear him howling. We have no weapons in these times—none! Our curses come back to roost. This is one of ... ...member of the party, who were engaged to assemble at a certain hour of the morning upon yonder height, had taken to reach the spot from Omegna, or Ort... ...ally the deep descent over the green-glowing Orta Lake. It was still early morning. The heat was tempered by a cool breeze that came with scents of th... ...well think to surprise hawks from Baveno. Keep watch, dear Ammiani; a good start in a 13 George Meredith race is a kick from the Gods.” With that, Co... ... shorn head, and puffed his burnt red mole-spotted cheeks, with a sidelong stare at the abstracted youth, “Said yes!” he remarked. “He might say no, f... ...but I know them not. That lady, signor Ugo, is the signorina Vittoria. You stare? But, I tell you, the game cannot go on without her; and that is why ... ...reatures do? Would you let the van-regi- ment in battle be the one without weapons? It’s slaughter. She’s like a lamb to them. You hold up your jewel ... ...ady should remember him in public places. He was famous for skill with his weapons. He waltzed admirably; erect as under his Field-Marshal’s eye. In t...

...xche- quer, it would have made head against its old enemy, Taxa- tion, and started rejuvenescent. But the Radicals were in power to legislate and crus... ...cting as it dances in the mind, like sun- light on the ceiling cast from a morning tea-cup, if a forced simile will aid the conception. The farmer str... ...a fresh planet to which she was being beckoned. At breakfast on the Sunday morning, her departure was necessarily spoken of in public. Robert talked t... ... was a fool, and gone and got married, and you thrown back’ard on one leg, starin’ at the other, stupified-like?” “I don’t mind supposing it,” said Ro... ... at the row of lamps, and listened to the noise remote, until the sight of stars was pleas- ant as the faces of friends. “People are kind here,” she r... ...etty one, who expects me, and dreams she’ll wake with me beside her in the morning! I can’t—I can’t If you love me, Edward, you won’t wish it.” She fe... ...me a son. He give me daughters.” Mr. Fleming bowed his head as to the very weapon of chas- tisement. “Daughters!” He bent lower. His hearers might hav... ...mall patience, and summon Destiny to strike without a prepara- tion of her weapons or a warning to the victim. More than Robert’s old occasional vice ... ... the doctor’s hands. I know you now. I call upon you to meet me, with what weapons you like best, to prove that you are not a midnight assassin. The p...

...ort of mastery which could accomplish something with the aid of propitious stars. Why I did not return to “The Res- cue” at once then, was not for the... ...ast, he sighed profoundly, nerved himself for a great effort, and making a start away from the rail managed to drag his slippers as far as the binnacl... ... trucks move forever, to a seaman’s eye, against the clouds or against the stars. To him she was always precious—like old love; always desir- able—lik... ...d mus- kets; and the beggars got to windward of us by fair words, till one morning a boat’s crew from the Frenchman’s ship found the girl lying dead o... ...that stood by the side of the cabin companion. A rattle and clink of steel weapons turned out on the 27 Joseph Conrad deck was heard, but the men did... ...ed outward to the left the ivory hilt, ringed with six bands of gold, of a weapon that would not have disgraced a ruler. Silver glittered about the fl... ...d although dressed practi- cally in man’s clothes, had about her person no weapon of any sort. Her arms hung down in exceed- ingly tight sleeves slit ... ... erous coast-savages who are the go-betweens in that trade, Hassim saw one morning Lingard’s brig come to an anchor in the bay, and shortly afterward ... ...were ex- changed on deck, and the Malays went aboard their own craft. Next morning, when a breeze sprang up soon after sunrise, the brig and the prau ...