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...s, where I got a plain sword, to suit with my degree in life. I felt safer with the weapon, though (for one so ignorant of defence) it might be called... ...u why; it just seems it was the thing he wanted. She had wonderful bright eyes like stars, and I daresay the eyes had a part in it; but what I remembe... ...r lips were a trifle open as she turned. And, whatever was the cause, I stood there staring like a fool. On her side, as she had not known there was a... ...ne finger in the leg. “Ay,” said I, “I was told that same no further back than this morning by another lawyer.” “ And who was he?” asked Stewart, “He ... ...en ye came in, Mr. Balfour!” says the Writer. CHAPTER III – I GO TO PILRIG THE NEXT MORNING, I was no sooner awake in my new lodg- ing than I was up a... ...umble on the ladder of the gallows. It was 20 Robert Louis Stevenson a plain, fair morning, but the wind in the east. The little chill of it sang in ... ...e, the ingenious foulness of that calumny he had proposed to nail upon my character startled me afresh. The case of the man upon the gibbet by Leith W... ...e was this manoeuvre repeated; and the third time when I brought back my humiliated weapon, I found he had returned his own to the scabbard, and stood... ... knew what I was doing. His comrades sprang to rescue him, Andie and I were without weapons, the Gregara three to two. It seemed we were beyond salvat...

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... he smelled of sandalwood. He lifted the saddle flaps, undid the girth, and started in anger. There was a short nail driven through the saddle flap,... ...st with the beautiful voice teasing my dreams. 11 Chapter 4 I woke the next morning to find another ribbon-wrapped rose on the night stand next to my... ...his tone. “One day, there was a fire in the barn. I still don’t know how it started. Philippe was visiting and we were having tea. I heard the ala... ...ippe was visiting and we were having tea. I heard the alarm bell sound and started up quickly. I saw the smoke, and ran outside toward the barn, b... ...hlessly as he reached for her head collar. At that moment, I struck with my weapon of choice and did not let go until Giraud had breathed his last. ... ...tell you, though, that when he is in this mood he will write his music from morning until night, barely pausing to eat or sleep. You may not see as... ...r 16 From the pages of Erik’s journal: I left her with great reluctance that morning, before sunrise. Yet, we both knew it must be so. I returned... ...losed since no real cause of death could be determined. I had known Erik’s weapon was effective, but had no idea up until then just how skilled he ...

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...of their resid ing with their cousin. I will mention the matter to morrow morning when I take my seat.” The Chancellor is about to bow to the bar whe... ...eing herself in her glass, where indeed she looks so. Yet every dim little star revolving about her, from her maid to the manager of the Italian Opera... ...again. The heat is greater; my Lady screens her face. Sir Leicester dozes, starts up suddenly, and cries, “Eh? What do you say?” “I say I am afraid,” ... ...ed up in a great arm chair, with her beauti ful complexion and rosy lips, staring at me—or not so much at me, I think, as at nothing—while I busily s... ...s a good, good woman! She went to church three times every Sunday , and to morning prayers on Wednes days and Fridays, and to lectures whenever there... ...g glass, every stage of my own growth and change there, when, one November morning, I received this letter. I omit the date. Old Square, Lincoln’s Inn... ...ut and decide this question by single combat, and I will meet him with any weapon known to mankind in any age or country. I am that much in earnest. N... ...consuming vessel—the persecu tors say a gorging vessel—and can wield such weapons of the flesh as a knife and fork remarkably well. Mr. Snagsby in hi... ... is much delighted with the horses and the feats of strength; looks at the weapons with a critical eye; disap proves of the combats as giving evidenc...

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...of their resid ing with their cousin. I will mention the matter to morrow morning when I take my seat.” The Chancellor is about to bow to the bar whe... ...eing herself in her glass, where indeed she looks so. Yet every dim little star revolving about her, from her maid to the manager of the Italian Opera... ...again. The heat is greater; my Lady screens her face. Sir Leicester dozes, starts up suddenly, and cries, “Eh? What do you say?” “I say I am afraid,” ... ...ed up in a great arm chair, with her beauti ful complexion and rosy lips, staring at me—or not so much at me, I think, as at nothing—while I busily s... ...s a good, good woman! She went to church three times every Sunday , and to morning prayers on Wednes days and Fridays, and to lectures whenever there... ...g glass, every stage of my own growth and change there, when, one November morning, I received this letter. I omit the date. Old Square, Lincoln’s Inn... ...ut and decide this question by single combat, and I will meet him with any weapon known to mankind in any age or country. I am that much in earnest. N... ...consuming vessel—the persecu tors say a gorging vessel—and can wield such weapons of the flesh as a knife and fork remarkably well. Mr. Snagsby in hi... ... is much delighted with the horses and the feats of strength; looks at the weapons with a critical eye; disap proves of the combats as giving evidenc...

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...wake this highway of the Far East. Darkness and gleams on the water, clear stars on a black sky, perhaps the lights of a home steamer keep- ing her un... ...e end of the beat. There was a three days’ rest for the old ship before he started her again in inverse order, seeing the same shores from an- other b... ...early opposite the big stone pile of the harbor office till it was time to start again on the old round of 1600 miles and thirty days. Not a very en- ... ... competition of their beats. He rose at five every day. The officer of the morning watch, drinking his early cup of coffee aft 8 End of the Tether by... ...ng the hand raised to the peak of the cap with a majestic and benign “Good morning to you.” He walked the deck till eight scrupulously. Sometimes, not... ...y on the quarterdeck, remained open-mouthed in the middle of a great early-morning yawn. “Good morning to you,” pronounced Captain Whalley solemnly, p... ... great white beard like a pilgrim, and with a thick stick that resembled a weapon. On one side the new Courts of Justice had a low and unadorned porti... ...its head and a pressure of many atmospheres in its tail. It is the sort of weapon to make its possessor careworn and nervous. He had no mind to be blo... ...trained him at first. He was able now to eat and sleep with that fear- ful weapon by his side, with the conviction of its power always in mind. It had...

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... of the slim and lovely maid- ens, running the woods all night to the note of Diana’s horn; moving among the old oaks, as fancy-free as they; things o... ...here slips out the male – where would be much of the glory of inspiring love, if there were no con- tempt to overcome? 9 The Inland V oyage ! ... ... refer to as illusions. The nightmare illusion of middle age, the bear’s hug of custom gradually squeezing the life out of a man’s soul, had not yet b... ...ese chil- dren, which is worthy of record. They had been deafening us for the last hundred yards with petitions for a sail; ay, and they deafened us t... ... worthy of record. They had been deafening us for the last hundred yards with petitions for a sail; ay, and they deafened us to the same tune next mor... ...te suitably with the charac- ter of packmen. At least it seemed a good account of the profession in France, that even before such judges we could not ... ... The young moon outside shone very clearly over Pont-sur-Sambre, and down upon the ale-house where all we pedlars were abed. #" ...

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...d stupor; the last is blowing at a kind of pipe, to kindle it. And as she blows, and shading it with her lean hand, concentrates its red spark of ligh... ...loosening his grasp as he listens to the incoherent jargon with an attentive frown, he turns to the Lascar and fairly drags him forth upon the floor. ... ...shes about him fiercely with his arms, and draws a phantom knife. It then becomes apparent that the woman has taken possession of this knife, for safe... ...th some reassured nodding of his head, and a gloomy smile. He then lays certain silver money on the table, finds his hat, gropes his way down the brok... ...1 Charles Dickens and conveys it down-stairs. Sounds of recognition and greeting pass between the Reverend Septimus and somebody else, at the stair-fo... ... don’t. I mean, Mr. Sapsea, the Tombatism. It’s another sort from Rheumatism. Mr. Jasper knows what Durdles means. You get among them Tombs afore it’s... ... who strove so hard for him, a cause of bitter animosity (created by himself, and stated by himself), against that ill-starred fellow. He had armed hi... ...ights another at it, crams the guttering frying morsel deep into the candlestick, and rams it home with the new candle, as if she were loading some il...

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... imaginary general il- lumination of very bright short-sixes, lay placidly staring at his own street door. And it would seem to have been more suggest... ...rm expired yesterday. And his box was packed, I know; for I saw it, in the morning, standing in the hall.’ ‘He slept last night at the Dragon,’ return... ...Pinch was not home till very late.’ ‘And when I saw him on the stairs this morning, Pa,’ said Mercy with her usual sprightliness, ‘he looked, oh goodn... ...d!’ returned the other. ‘Why didn’t you observe that the tears were almost starting out of his eyes!’ cried Pinch. ‘Bless my soul, John, is it nothing... ...d refinement. They no longer demand a beautiful virgin for breakfast every morning, with as much regularity as any tame single gentleman expects his h... ...d sleep; they were plainly apoplectic and disposed to snore. There were no staring portraits to remonstrate with you for being lazy; no round-eyed bir... ...te free from a sense of having been foiled in the exercise of his familiar weapons. But the night-coach had a punctual character, and it was time to j... ... lating the stomach of any adversary in a close contest. He had used these weapons with distinguished effect in several instances, all duly chronicled... ... Mark one of the revolving-pistols, and asking him what he thought of that weapon. ‘It ain’t long since I shot a man down with that, sir, in the State...

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...to the old man who carefully hung the rifle and sword on a nail beside the weapons of the master of the house, which were suspended between two large ... ... Hadji Murad had done, and hung them up on the same nails as his leader’ s weapons. “Who is he?” asked the old man, pointing to the new- comer. ... ... his legs and fixing his fine ram-like eyes on the old man who, having now started talking, was telling how their brave fellows had caught two Russian... ... at this plane tree that an ambush party was usually placed. The bright stars, that had seemed to be running along the tree tops while the soldiers... ...cer,” assented Avdeev . “Good! good!” gloomily repeated the man who had started the conversation. “In my opinion the company ought to speak to him.... ...his feet, setting his cap straight as he did so. Hadji Murad put on his weapons and then his burka. Eldar did the same, and they both went silently... ...lf, and how pleased the prince was and how he promised to meet them in the morning where the Russians would be felling trees beyond the Mitchik in the... ...ss, and horses, the stars faded away , it became quite light, and an early morning breeze sprang up. CHAPTER V E arly in the morning, while it was sti... ... There had been a heavy fall of snow the previous night followed towards morning by a severe front. The old man woke when the cocks were crowing for...

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... like the pigeon that went away in the fable of the Two Pigeons. If I once start to tell you I would want you to feel that you have been there yoursel... ..., lawful and lawless, which had their charm and their thrill; for they had startled me a little and had amused me considerably. But they had left me u... ...e didn’t even look up from their games or papers. I, being alone and idle, stared abstractedly. The girl costumed as Night wore a small black velvet m... ...s the street of Consuls and I remarked to Mr. Blunt that coming out in the morning he could survey the flags of all nations al- most—except his own. (... ...op of his head shines like a billiard ball. I believe he polishes it every morning with a cloth. Of course they didn’t get further than the big drawin... ...ration of these two pictures. She is upstairs changing her dress after our morning ride. But she wouldn’t be very long. She might be a little sur- pri... ...uch now. But you know very well, Dona Rita, that I never carry any sort of weapon in my pocket.” “Why don’t you, then?” she asked in a flash of scorn ... ...ole house pos- sessed me. I saw it in the light of a deadly trap. I had no weapon, I couldn’t say whether he had one or not. I wasn’t afraid of a stru... ...ve himself an enormous gash in his side,” was his calm remark. “And what a weapon!” he exclaimed, getting it out from under the body. It was an Abyssi...

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...‘T is poetry — at least by his assertion, And may appear so when the dog star rages— And he who understands it would be able To add a story to... ...ty; In short, in all things she was fairly what I call A prodigy — her morning dress was dimity, Her evening silk, or, in the summer, muslin, ... ...stoop To call them back into their separate cages, Instead of standing staring all together, Like garden gods — and not so decent either. Th... ...bereft, And merely tend to show how greatly love is Embarrass’d at first starting with a novice. Byron’s Don Juan “Canto One” 18 Poor Julia’s... ...here, for the present, at the least, he’s fast, And if we can but till the morning keep Our counsel— (Juan, mind, you must not sleep).’ Now, Don... ...y heard breakers, others guns, And all mistook about the latter once. As morning broke, the light wind died away, When he who had the watch su... ...re in their full growth. The father paused a moment, then withdrew His weapon, and replaced it; but stood still, And looking on her, as to loo... ...Koklophti, Koclobski, Kourakin, and Mouskin Pouskin, All proper men of weapons, as e’er scoff’d high Against a foe, or ran a sabre through s... ...th solemn Air ‘midst the rest, who kept their valiant faces And levell’d weapons still against the glacis. Just at this crisis up came Johnson t...

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...ne another, as savage people usually do; and they always fought with these weapons. They were very fond of horses. The standard of Kent was the pictur... ... the strong Ro man swords and armour were too much for the weaker British weapons in close conflict. The Britons lost the day. The wife and daughter ... ... nighted at the doors of Danish cottages, often went in for shelter until morning; and that Charles Dickens 27 Danes and Saxons sat by the red fire,... ...uest to guest; and each one usually sang or played when his turn came. The weapons of the Saxons were stoutly made, and among them was a terrible iron... ... to expiate her guilt. As if a church, with a steeple reaching to the very stars, would have been any sign of true repentance for the blood of the poo... ...lds; preventing the seed from being sown in the ground; causing famine and starvation; leaving only heaps of ruin and smoking ashes, where they had fo... ...ey to foreigners on his journey; but he took it from the English before he started. On the whole, however, he certainly became a far better man when h... ...ery hill within sight of Durham, signal fires were seen to blaze. When the morning dawned, the En glish, who had assembled in great strength, forced ... ...ned in his dun geons twenty years. Charles Dickens 67 It was a September morning, and the sun was rising, when the King was awakened from slum ber ...

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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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...med Walter Tyrrell, to whom the king had given three long good arrows that morning. He rode straight away to Southampton, and went off to the Holy Lan... ... gov- ernor, Hubert de Burgh, once found him fighting hard, though with no weapon but a stool, to defend himself from some ruffians who had been sent ... ...ng. She came herself to the camp, just as the brave men of Calais had been starved out; and Edward had said he would only consent not to burn the town... ...l night round the Tower, and said they wanted to speak to the king. In the morning he came down to his barge, and meant to have spo- ken to them; but ... ...wice the number of the English—but, though Henry’s men were weary and half-starved, and many of them sick, they were not afraid, but believed their ki... ...o her, calling her their sun and goddess, and her hair golden beams of the morning, and the like; and the older she grew the more of these fine speech... ...fore the Council in a room at Westminster, that had a ceiling painted with stars—and so was called the Star Chamber—and there were sentenced, sometime...

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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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...onscious absorption, 9 Boswell’s Life of Johnson his sudden surprise, his starting up, his dig- nity, the King’s ease with him, their conversa- tion,... ...n he was a child in petti- coats, and had learnt to read, Mrs. Johnson one morning put the common prayer-book into his hands, pointed to the collect f... ...ree of the boys, of whom Mr. Hector was sometimes one, used to come in the morning as his humble attendants, and carry him to school. One in the middl... ...tor. Boswell: ‘That, Sir, was great fortitude of mind.’ Johnson: ‘No, Sir; stark insensibility.’ He had a love and respect for Jorden, not for his lit... ...t and stiff, and separated behind: and he often had, seemingly, convulsive starts and odd gesticula- tions, which tended to excite at once surprize an... .... ‘He, and another neighbour of mine, one Mr. Samuel Johnson, set out this morning for Lon- don together. Davy Garrick is to be with you early the nex... ... with great uniformity.’ I took upon me, for once, to fight with Goliath’s weapons, and play the sophist.—Garrick did not need a friend, as he got fro...

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...ir mothers, if they die in childbirth; or despatch them, if a pretended as- trologer declares them to have unhappy stars? And are there not places whe... ...ntonly, and without scruple, to offend against a law which they carry about them in indelible characters, and that stares them in the face whilst they... ...ink these too narrow bounds for the capacious mind of man to expatiate in, which takes its flight further than the stars, and cannot be confined by th... ...s, which in nature have no more union with one another than others that it leaves out: why else is the part of the weapon the beginning of the wound i... ...und is made with taken notice of, to make the distinct species called stabbing, and the figure and mat- ter of the weapon left out? I do not say this ... ...ce, coming into England in the win- ter, find the water he put in his basin at night in a great part frozen in the morning, and, not knowing any pe- c... ...ur, and seven are less than fifteen; if he will consider and compute those numbers: nor can he be surer in a clear morning that the sun is risen; if h... ...ations of the Holy Ghost? He can transform himself into an angel of light. And they who are led by this Son of the Morning are as fully satisfied of t...

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...main Earth city of Orland built from ruin after the ban of technology that once was man?s downfall. With his heart set on discovering life beyond the stars, he finally gets his chance when tragedy strikes as his daughter falls into an incurable illness. Saron mans a flight into space with a faith in finding a higher life to help his daughter. What he finds will change the ...

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...rs 3010 – 3030 I Exit to Alloria Year 3030 Saron Bravewind stared at the grey brick ceiling in the darkness. The fire that s... ... position of the moon meant it was the middle of the night, only a few hours until morning. He had been trying to figure out the cause of the co... ... two thousand and four. Since he was a little boy, he had wanted to venture to the stars. He heard stories during the age of technology of how man se... ...her human’s life, as some believe. The time would come when he would enter the stars to explore. His ship would be ready soon enough once the re... ... were finalized and he would find the answers he needed. All would be well in the morning, as it should be. He pulled his wife, Jacina onto hi... ...d in minutes, his mind finally rested enough to fall into slumber. The next morning, Saron stood amidst the cool greenery of the landscape tha... ...out to the front hall and saw his men and the mystical creatures both aiming their weapons at each other. Alin held one of the creatures’ necks in a... ...dy because it is simply replacing your natural defense. A wound made by an unknown weapon in an elven body is difficult when one does not understand... ...weapon in an elven body is difficult when one does not understand the metal in the weapon.” “Then we will have to obtain one of their weapons,” he d...

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...he subject). And how have ye been, Sir Howrrd, since our last meeting that morning nigh forty year ago down at the docks in London? SIR HOWARD (greatl... ...eyes deepens as he begins to take offence. BRASSBOUND. Well, sir, have you stared your fill at me? RANKIN (recovering himself with a start). I ask you... ...). The friend of the widow! the protector of the fa- therless! SIR HOWARD (startled). I did not know I was so favorably spoken of in these parts, Capt... ...in Brassbound; and it would be such an education for your men! (Brassbound stares at her with drying lips.) SIR HOWARD. Cicely: when you have quite do... ... CICELY. But it’s arranged already. We’ll start at eight o’clock to-morrow morning, if you please, Captain. Never mind about the Italian: I have a big... ...he door, which is behind him in the corner to his right. LADE CICELY. Good morning. May I come in? RANKIN. Certainly. (She comes in, to the nearest en... ...earts and strike fire from the hard kind ones. He handles the other lethal weapons as familiarly as the pen: medieval sword and mod- ern Mauser are to...

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...nerves. He slipped off his leather jacket. “Oh, come on. I even bought a proper Indiana Jones fedora for the occasion.” Her cheeks grew hot as she stared at the safari shirt stretching across his broad shoulders and strong chest, his sleeves rolled up at the elbow. Khaki-colored pants finished his adventurer ensemble. His brown hair hung in shaggy waves from underneath ...

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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...