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...pute. All these manoeuvres were crowned with complete success. In 1834 the mothers of the forty noble families composing the high society of Besancon ... ...brought up exclusively within the precincts of the Hotel de Rupt—which her mother rarely quitted, so devoted was she to her dear Archbishop—and severe... ...p—and severely repressed by an exclusively religious education, and by her mother’s despo- tism, which held her rigidly to principles. Rosalie knew ab... ...ight. She attended mass at the Cathedral every morning, taken there by her mother, came back to breakfast, did needlework after a little walk in the g... ... wore simple checked cotton dresses; but on Sundays and in the evening her mother allowed her silk. The cut of her frocks, made at Besancon, almost ma... .... The cut of her frocks, made at Besancon, almost made her ugly, while her mother tried to borrow grace, beauty, and elegance from Paris fashions; for... ... the keener watch over her daughter, because she considered her honor as a mother to be at stake. After all, she had nothing else to do. Clotilde de R... ...id bigot accused her daughter of perfect insensibil- ity. Rosalie knew her mother well enough to be sure that if she had thought young Monsieur de Sou... ...ce, she would have drawn down on herself a smart reproof. Thus, to all her mother’ s incitement she replied merely by such phrases as are wrongly call...

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...e born to stretch upward to the skies. Our native land, like the face of a mother, cannot terrify her children.” His voice vibrated through the being ... ... Who is she? Did you know her young? What of her birth? Had she father and mother, or was she born of the conjunction of ice and sun? She burns and ye... ...by Saint Matthew, ‘Lay up for yourselves treasures in Heaven where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt,’ and those still grander words: ‘If ye were of ... ... we are now con- cerned with. From the moment of her conception father and mother lived a still more solitary life than in the past, lifting themselve... ...his house, where I saw the nameless child lying mysteriously folded to its mother’s breast. The babe heard my step and turned its head toward me; its ... ...e; it was never touched by man or woman, but lived a sacred thing upon the mother’s breast, and it never cried. If you question old David he will conf... ...of age she was just what you see her now. When she was nine her father and mother expired together, without pain or visible malady, af- ter naming the... ... we called her, ‘are you not affected by the death of your father and your mother who loved you so much?’ ‘Dead?’ she answered, ‘no, they live in me f... ...ees, and saying, ‘Wilt thou leave me, feeble and suffering as I am? oh, my mother, stay!’ and he played with her, and shed lan- guor on the air, and t...

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...soothfast words, for his father’s soul, who brought him forth, and for his mother’s soul, who bore him to be man, and for his own soul, that it be the... ...bours answered that the lad’s father was known of none, yea, that the very mother who had borne him in her womb, 1 Carmarthen. 36 Arthurian Chronicl... ...had sown the seed. But if his father was hidden, all the world knew of the mother who nourished him. Daughter was she to that King of Dimetia, now gon... ...ess man—and carry him straightway to the king, together with the lady, his mother. The warden durst not deny their commandment. He deliv ered Merlin ... ...The warden durst not deny their commandment. He deliv ered Merlin and his mother to the embassy, who led them before the king. The king welcomed the ... ... and slain. Thou hast drawn out many a soul from its body, and made many a mother troubled for her son. Many a babe hast thou rendered fatherless; but... ...therless; but, O Agag, things evil and good come to the like end. Now your mother presently will I make barren, and from thy body shall the soul of th... ...nicles:Roman De Brut fathers, look, sire, and behold these babes and these moth ers; regard their sons and their daughters, and all the dis tressful... ...his earldom of Cornwall. The maiden was the earl’s near cousin, for by his mother he, too, was of Roman blood. Marvellously dainty was the maiden in p...

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...rincely court, T o whom, though more than kindred knew, Young Ellen gave a mother’s due. Meet welcome to her guest she made, And every courteous rite ... ...el’s knell ‘ VIII. ‘But ah! dear lady, thus it sighed, The eve thy sainted mother died; And such the sounds which, while I strove To wake a lay of war... ...oul glanced from her eye, ‘My debts to Roderick’s house I know: All that a mother could bestow T o Lady Margaret’s care I owe, Since first an orphan i... ...laim, And chorus wild, the Chieftain’s name; While, prompt to please, with mother’s art The darling passion of his heart, The Dame called Ellen to the... ...shallop light, And, eagerly while Roderick scanned, For her dear form, his mother’s band, The islet far behind her lay, And she had landed in the bay.... ...ead; Yet was the evening banquet made Ere he assembled round the flame His mother, Douglas, and the Graeme, And Ellen too; then cast around His eyes, ... ...d father,—if such name Douglas vouchsafe to Roderick’s claim; Mine honored mother;—Ellen,—why, My cousin, turn away shine eye?— And Graeme, in whom I ... ... scare the slumbers of King James!— Nay, Ellen, blench not thus away, And, mother, cease these signs, I pray; I meant not all my heat might say.— Smal... ...ute were all Was heard distinctly through the ball. The son’s despair, the mother’s look, III might the gentle Ellen brook; She rose, and to her side ...

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...t, and nothing could make up for the health and strength that she knew her mother feared would never return to him. There he lay, the fair hair hangin... ...oor Alfred’s, and gave an air of delicacy. Their father had been, as their mother said, ‘the hand- somest coachman who ever drove to St. James’s;’ but... ...od right-minded young woman, and exceedingly fond of her home and her good mother. Ellen would have liked to copy Matilda in everything; and as a firs... ... to my Lady, and he was sent home. He was abashed, and sorry to have vexed mother and disappointed Miss Jane; but somehow he could not be unhappy when... ...ssible, and steamed like the tea-kettle while he ate his breakfast and his mother sorted the letters, he had not time to warm himself thoroughly befor... ...ters. It would not have mattered if Alfred had been a stouter boy; but his mother had always thought he had his poor father’s constitution, and theref... ...tairs, only moved now and then from his own bed to lie outside that of his mother, when he could bear it. The doctor came, and did his best; but the d... ...time, and perhaps a cripple for life. But how long might this life be? His mother dared not think. Alfred himself, poor boy, was always trying with hi... ...iarswood Park, the little pet was allowed to go so far to visit her foster-mother, and bring what- ever she could devise to cheer the poor sick boy. M...

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...nobserved, was now crouching timidly, in a corner whence she could see her mother’s face. But what was a girl to Dombey and Son! In the capital of the... ...mbodied her idea of a father; but her eyes 6 Dombey & Son returned to her mother’s face immediately, and she neither moved nor answered. ‘Her insensi... ...ity as before, and never raised her head, or moved her soft cheek from her mother’ s face, or looked on those who stood around, or spoke, or moved, or... ... the scattered ringlets of the child, aside from the face and mouth of the mother. Alas how calm they lay there; how little breath there was to stir t... ...to stir them! Thus, clinging fast to that slight spar within her arms, the mother drifted out upon the dark and unknown sea that rolls round all the w... ...,’ said Miss T ox. ‘Yes! quite true. I forgot. The little creature, in his mother’ s absence, smelt a warm flat iron. Y ou’re quite right, Sir. You we... ...nd Mr Dombey in his den remained a very shade. Little Paul Dombey’s foster-mother had led this life her- self, and had carried little Paul through it ... ...heard it from a strange nurse that couldn’ t tell it right, but was a poor mother herself and that was all, she found a comfort in it—didn’t feel so l... ...le passage that had taken place between her- 34 Dombey & Son self and the motherless little girl, her own motherly heart had been touched no less tha...

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...the scene taking place in this leafy nook would have shuddered, as the old mother-in-law and the wife of the man we speak of were now shuddering. A hu... ...meuse fam- ily, richly carved, with their noble motto, “Cy meurs.” The old mother, in peasant dress, had moved her chair in front of Madame Michu, so ... ...und the pond; he is crazy about the frogs and the in- sects,” answered the mother. Michu whistled in a way that made his hearers tremble. The rapidity... ...well- nigh master of the property. The terror he inspired in his wife, his mother-in-law, a servant-lad named Gaucher, and the cook named Marianne, wa... ...ichu’s wife. In the first place, Marthe had been piously brought up by her mother. Both, being good Catholics, had suffered much from the opinions and... ...e para- pet, “and put them away. Look at me! You love your father and your mother, don’t you?” The child flung himself on his father as if to kiss him... ... in a by-path making for the rond-point. “What can it mean?” cried the old mother. “They are Pari- sians.” “Here they come!” said Michu. “Hide my gun,... ...firmed his wife’s fears; cold chills ran down her back; she glanced at her mother with haggard eyes, for she could not weep. “Go,” said Michu; and he ... ...p the avenue. “Who can it be that Michu is angry with?” said Marthe to her mother. “Ever since he heard of Monsieur Malin’s arrival he has been gloomy...

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... Down yesterday.” “I’ll take it off to the church then,” says the farmer. “Mother Church’ll make a monk of it, and we’ll step along home.” ‘It was dus... ...as going to allow me the right of it, but the Lady Esclairmonde, being the Mother of all Mothers, over-persuaded him. ‘“We’re very grateful,” Sir Huon... ...oriana’s virgin ear catches the clash of swords at work behind a wall. The mothers of Sussex look round to count their chicks—I mean those young gamec... ...ads. So she frowns a while and tells ‘em not to be bigger fools than their mothers had made ‘em, and warns ‘em, if they do not kiss and be friends on ... ...horthorn grazed off. ‘Because I can’t get rid of her. Old Cissie nursed my mother, and she says she’ll nurse me till she dies. The idea! She never let... ...nots, you know, catching up the drapery from the left shoulder. I had poor mother’s lace tucker and her coronet comb.’ ‘Oh, you lucky!’ Una murmured. ... ...s Southdown thyme which makes our Southdown mutton beyond compare, and, my mother told me, ‘twill cure anything except broken necks, or hearts. I forg... ...is better—always better—to count one’s children safe round the fire, their Mother among them.’ ‘Ahai!’ said Puck. ‘I think this will be a very old tal... ...im; he crept by night ‘into the huts, and licked the babe from between the mother’s hands; he called his compan- ions and pulled down men in broad day...

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...one supper, and other meat suitable, if the earth had not been a bountiful mother ? But to pass by the mighty Elephant, which the Earth breeds and nou... ...his religion; And in another, would as strongly grow, Had but his nurse or mother taught him so. This is reason put into verse, and worthy the consid ... ... was made by Kit Marlow, now at least fifty years ago; and the milk maid’s mother sung an answer to it, which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh, in his y... ...ood store of flowers stuck round about her winding sheet.“ The Milk maid’s mother’s answer If all the world and love were young And truth in every she... ...Then those delights my mind might move To live with thee, and be thy love. Mother. Well! I have done my song. But stay, honest anglers; for I will mak... ...so purely on his oaten pipe to you and your cousin Betty. Maudlin. I will, mother. I married a wife of late, The more’s my unhappy fate: I married her... ...rout, and all fish that live in clear and sharp streams, are made by their mother Nature of such exact shape and pleasant colours pur posely to invit... ...e outlandish bird; and he will rise at a fly not unlike a gnat, or a small moth, or, indeed, at most flies that are not too big. He is a fish that lur... ...draught of red cow’s milk as we go; and give pretty Maudlin and her honest mother a brace of Trouts for their supper. Venator. Master, I like your mot...

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...ile the ship went swinging through the waves; and I admired and envied the courage of their moth- ers, who sat by in the sun and looked on with compos... ...fe of poorer folk, where necessity is so much more immediate and impe- rious, braces even a mother to this extreme of endurance. And perhaps, after al... ... tin spoon upon a tin cup, was to meet a little triumph of the human species. Even when his mother and the rest of his family lay sick and prostrate a... ...rld in a much smaller way. His father, a confectioner, died and was closely followed by his mother. His sisters had taken, I think, to dressmaking. He... ...o forth; and then, after a few kind words and some sweeties to the child, he despatched the mother with some tracts about Biddy and the Priest, and th... ... the room and into the bar—it was just across the passage,—and I could hear her telling her mother in loud tones, but apparently more in sorrow than i... ... their shape was modelled through the pliant counterpane, like children tucked in by a fond mother. The wind had made ripples and folds upon the surfa... ...ch is the burthen, even after we have come to Marlotte and taken our places in the court at Mother Antonine’s. There is punch on the long table out in... ...nd beheld a picnic party seated under a tree in an open. The old father knitted a sock, the mother sat staring at the fire. The eldest son, in the uni...

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...re,” urged Millicent. “You come and put some paper down, then,” called the mother hastily. The two children ran indoors, the man stood contemplative i... ...rfect. A baby was cooing in a rocker-less wicker cradle by the hearth. The mother, a slim, neat woman with dark hair, was sewing a child’s frock. She ... ...illicent. “You’ve taken one!—You didn’t wait.” Then her voice changed to a moth- erly admonition, and she began to interfere. “This is the way to do i... ...She’ll break it. She’ll break it. It’s mine—” “You undo another,” said the mother, politic. Millicent began with hasty, itching fingers to unclose an-... ...nt began with hasty, itching fingers to unclose an- other package. “ Aw—aw Mother, my peacock—aw, my peacock, my green peacock!” Lavishly she hovered ... ...She swung it softly from the little ring on its back. Then she went to her mother. “Look, Mother, isn’t it a beauty?” “Mind the ring doesn’t come out,... ...ok, Mother, isn’t it a beauty?” “Mind the ring doesn’t come out,” said her mother. “Yes, it’s lovely!” The girl passed on to her father. “Look, Father... ...tiles that protruded under the fender. “Now what have you done!” cried the mother. The child stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, half, of pu... ...it,” said the father. “No, she didn’t! What do you say that for!” said the mother. And Millicent burst into a flood of tears. He rose to look at the f...

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...ickety, but it was packed full of wretchedly poor families. Canty’s tribe occupied a room on the third floor. The mother and father had a sort of beds... ...fifteen years old—twins. They were good-hearted girls, unclean, clothed in rags, and pro- foundly ignorant. Their mother was like them. But the father... ...r anybody else who came in the way; they cursed and swore always, drunk or sober; John Canty was a thief, and his mother a beggar. They made beg- gars... ...k Twain awful grandmother would do it all over again and im- prove on it; and that away in the night his starving mother would slip to him stealthily ... ...h with a heavy hand, yet spareth me: he spareth me not always with his tongue, though, sooth to say. How doth thy mother use thee?” “She is good, sir,... ...me free, and so was I moved to seek again the kennel where I was born and bred to misery, yet which harboureth my mother and my sisters, and so is hom... ...zement, which so amused her ruffianly son, that he burst into a roar of laughter. But the effect upon Tom Canty’s mother and sisters was different. Th... ... different sort. They ran forward with woe and dismay in their faces, ex- claiming— “Oh, poor Tom, poor lad!” The mother fell on her knees before the ... ...ast, and ta’en thy wit away. Ah! why did’st thou cleave to it when I so warned thee ‘gainst it? Thou’st broke thy mother’s heart.” The Prince looked i...

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...nt to the face of the Marshal as a frightened child might look towards its mother. He was still serene. He was frowning slightly, she thought, but tha... ...is own, that he laughed. Small mat- ter to him that Paris was burning. His mother and father and sister lived at Caudebec; and the only sweetheart he ... ...art, when I hear of these things I feel like that—like a wet, crawling new moth that still fears to spread its wings. Because where do these things ta...

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..., and always dressed like millionaires, and sending that eighty a month to Mother—And all these stenographers and sales- men gouging me for every cent... ...lustrated chronicles in which Mr. Mutt hit Mr. Jeff with a rotten egg, and Mother corrected Father’s vulgarisms by means of a rolling-pin. With the so... ...ten to this one: ‘CAN YOU PLAY A MAN’S PART? ‘If you are walking with your mother, sister or best girl and some one passes a slighting remark or uses ... ...omen look at a person. I certainly never ‘ve been insulted by—” “Aw shoot. Mother, just suppose you were sometime! Just suppose! Can’t you suppose som... ...agine things?” “Certainly I can imagine things! The idea!” “Certainly your mother can imagine things—and sup- pose things! Think you’re the only membe... ...ying puppies, kittens, and chubby babies; and he wept at deathbeds and old mothers being patient in mortgaged cottages. Mrs. Babbitt preferred the pic... ...to his group, he re- membered, by a connection quite untraceable, that his mother’s mother had been Scotch, and with head thrown back, eyes closed, wi... ...rld! “‘Some time I hope folks will quit handing all the credit to a lot of moth-eaten, mildewed, out-of-date, old, Euro- pean dumps, and give proper c... ...that Paul Riesling had a daughter, so that Ted might marry her. “Yes, your mother is kind of rouncing round, all right,” he said, and they laughed tog...

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...ht lad, could hardly fail of profiting by the old king’s instructions. His mother’s name was Aethra. As for his father, the boy had never seen him. Bu... ...eseus was very fond of hearing about King Aegeus, and often asked his good mother Aethra why he did not come and live with them at T roezene. “Ah, my ... ...ave his king dom for the sake of seeing his little boy.” “Well, but, dear mother,” asked the boy, “why cannot I go to this famous city of Athens, and... ...eus per sisted in inquiring. “You are but a tiny boy as yet,” replied his mother. “See if you can lift this rock on which we are sitting?” The little... ...n all the force of a very strong man to lift it out of its earthy bed. His mother stood looking on, with a sad kind of a smile on her lips and in her ... ...my permission to depart.” Often and often, after this, did Theseus ask his mother whether it was yet time for him to go to Athens; and still his mothe... ...when he might hope to get the upper hand of this ponderous lump of stone. “Mother, I do believe it has started!” cried he, after one of his attempts. ... ... “The earth around it is certainly a little cracked!” “No, no, child!” his mother hastily answered. “It is not possible you can have moved it, such a ... ... Theseus glowed with enthusiasm, and he would hardly sit still to hear his mother speak. “Dear mother Aethra,” he exclaimed, “I never felt half so str...

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...gh the gloom the swaying of a multitude of fans, pale coloured, like night-moths balancing in the twilight, defined itself. But soon she turned toward... ...th of their father, at a time when Page was ready for the High School. The mother, a North Carolina girl, had died long before. Laura’s education had ... ...he minute- men had swung their kettles, Laura, alone, thought it all over. Mother and father were dead; even the Boston aunt was dead. Of all her rela... ...e of this visit. The spirit and temper of the South, that she had from her mother, flamed up in Laura at last, and the members of the “committee,” bef... ... of that other existence through which—freed from the influence of wife or mother, or daughter or sister—they passed every day from nine o’clock till ... ...’s about sixteen; name is Bradley—Billy Bradley, father a confirmed drunk, mother takes in washing, sister—we won’t speak about; and he seemed to be b... ...same,” persisted Mrs. Cressler, “I just yearn towards her sometimes like a mother. Some people are born to trouble, Charlie; born to trouble, as the s... ...uch a strange girl sometimes. Dear child, talk to me as though I were your mother. There’s no one in the world loves you more than I do. You love Curt... ...k, “that when we two are all alone in the world, when there’s no father or mother—and you are all I have, and when I love you as I do, that there migh...

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... with the airy print of the blessed foot within; a thing that would make a mother smile or weep out of the very depths of her heart; and yet an actual... ...other smile or weep out of the very depths of her heart; and yet an actual mother would not have been 34 The Marble Fawn likely to appreciate the poe... ...t of a child that had gone astray from home, and finds him suddenly in his mother’s arms again. At last, deeming it full time for Miriam to keep her t... ...hem, were standing about the corpse; and as our three friends drew nigh, a mother knelt down, and caused her little boy to kneel, both kissing the bea... ...sy little feet of a baby, and (cold as they now are) were kept warm in his mother’s hand.” As his companions, whom the sculptor supposed to be close b... ...y heart continually, threatening, imploring, insisting to be let out! O my mother!—my mother! Were she yet living, I would travel over land and sea to... ...- table lapse of years, causes but a natural sigh or two, because even his mother feared that he could not keep it always. But after a young man has b... ...ick tissue across the circular brim. An old family banner, tattered by the moths, drooped from the vaulted roof. In niches there were some mediaeval b... ... sustenance, 218 The Marble Fawn from his brother man, but from woman—his mother, his sister, or his wife. Be Donatello’s friend at need, therefore, ...

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... which actuate me. Let me hope my constitution is almost peculiar: my dear mother used to say I should never have a comfortable home; and only last su... ... and filled up an inter- val of silence by attempting to caress the canine mother, who had left her nursery, and was sneaking wolfishly to the back of... ...ing—yah’ll niver mend o’yer ill ways, but goa raight to t’ divil, like yer mother afore ye!’ I imagined, for a moment, that this piece of eloquence wa... ...ancestors again. W as not the Reverend Jabez Branderham akin to you on the mother’s side? And that minx, Catherine Linton, or Earnshaw, or however she... ...ady’s cousin, then?’ ‘Yes; and her husband was her cousin also: one on the mother’s, the other on the father’s side: Heathcliff married Mr. Linton’s s... ...vitation to her story—I was almost always at Wuthering Heights; because my mother had nursed Mr. Hindley Earnshaw, that was Hareton’s father, and I go... ...thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!’ That made her cry , at fir... ...heir Sunday evenings standing shivering in corners, while their father and mother sat eating and drinking, and singing and laughing, and burning their... ...we seldom meet them elsewhere. “That’s Miss Earnshaw?” he whispered to his mother, “and look how Skulker has bitten her—how her foot bleeds!” ‘“Miss E...

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...amily, and so forth, for the present. Were it not that I recollect my poor mother in her deep widow’s weeds, with a countenance that never smiled but ... ...nce he had some reason to be ashamed. But, as I said before, I think on my mother, and am convinced as much as of the existence of my own soul, that n... ... Answer me that, Alan Fairford. When I was brought from the solitude of my mother’s dwell- ing into the tumult of the Gaits’ Class at the High School—... ...ve often told you, I have but a recollection of unbounded indulgence on my mother’s part, and the most tyrannical exertion of caprice on my own. I rem... ...as impossible to procure for me. She is dead, that kind, that ill-rewarded mother! I remember the long faces—the darkened rooms — the black hangings—t... ... dif- ficulty which I had to reconcile all this to the disappearance of my mother. I do not think I had before this event formed, any idea, of death, ... ...rase never again, and left nae bairn but me, a puir sightless, fatherless, motherless creature, could neither work nor want. Things gaed weel aneugh a... ...efore the journey. Here are five goud guineas in a silk purse—of your poor mother’s netting, Alan—she would have been a blithe woman to have seen her ... ...nd then to oppose him downright—he could not but think on the way his poor mother was removed. Would to Heaven he was yoked to some tight piece of bus...

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...title. No master of callisthenics could have set them up better than their mother’s receipt for making good blood, combined with a certain har- mony o... ...s. Fleming, trusting to her divination of his sex’s character, whispered a mother’s word about him to her husband a little while be- fore her death. I... ...vere silence; and the farmer would have kept her to it longer, but for her mother’s ominously growing weakness. The sisters were strangely overclouded... ...l about my darlin’, sir,” Mrs. Sumfit suggested, coaxingly. “After dinner, mother—after dinner,” said the farmer. “ And we’re waitin’, are we, till th... ..., with a glance at Master Gammon’s plate. “After dinner we’ll have a talk, mother.” Mrs. Sumfit feared from this delay that there was queer news to be... ...’ hundred thousand and more by forty- five and a half,” he said. “Do wait, mother; all in good time. Forty-five and a-half, brother Tony; that was you... ...n, and you’ve come of it. Says I to myself, when I hung sheep- ish by your mother and by your father, my dear, says I to myself, I ain’t a marrying ma... ...ways the pretty one, and when they know it, they act up to it: she was her mother’s favourite.” 24 Rhoda Fleming “Ah! poor Susan! an upright woman be... ...o that sort o’ thing and your reckoning goes. And what I said to your poor mother’s true. I said: Our girls, they’re mayhap not equals of the Hollands...