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...ows gave any clue that he was awake. In the mean- time, many of the Bloons dropped off themselves, dozing on each other’s shoulders, their tales curl... ...they don’t trust you with solid food yet.’ Theo jerked around and his jaw dropped as he saw Bozo appraising his breakfast tray with disappointment. ... ...The man with the piglet face asked. Dr Bunsen smirked. ‘That’s Dr Bunsen, B-u-n-s-e-n. May I remind you that we are, after all, in the 21 st centur... ...on with curiosity, Theo wetted the edge of the stamp 27 Scoop with a few drops from his glass of water and peeled it back from the enve- lope to rev... ...oonland and the Storyteller.’ 39 Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Bloonland Bloonland ‘B loonland is all I’d ever known before coming here,’ Bozo be- gan. ‘I neve... ... 75 Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Eleckytrons and Pigeons Eleckytrons and Pigeons B ozo listened impatiently while Theo related the day’s events to Pierre. ... ...n their impatience: across the world an estimated 500 million people were tuning in via television or radio to follow the show live. Indeed, among t...

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...hem. The la- dies smiled, curtseyed, and glided into chairs, and dived for dropped pocket-handkerchiefs: the gentlemen leant against two of the curtai... ...n of Tibbs, as he picked up his hat, ‘were you not a little surprised?’ ‘I b’lieve you!’ replied that illustrious person, holding up one hand; ‘I b’li... ... at the win- dow; walked about the room; and, when they got near the door, dropped off one by one. Tibbs retired to the back parlour by his wife’s ord... ...s only son, Master Alexander Augustus Budden. One evening, as Mr. and Mrs. B. were admiring their son, discussing his various merits, talking over his... ...as engraven in immense letters, ‘Mr. Octavius Budden, Amelia Cottage (Mrs. B. ’s name was Amelia), Poplar-walk, Stamford-hill. ’ ‘Budden!’ ejaculated ... ...mberwell, and even of Wandsworth and Brixton; to say nothing of those who ‘dropped in’ from town. Miss Malderton was as well known as the lion on the ... ...ing broken; and a vast deal of screw- ing and tightening, and winding, and tuning, during which Mrs. Briggs expatiated to those near her on the immens...

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...to him when Verena got up from her chair, with a movement which made Tarrant drop into the background as if his part were now over. She stood there wi... ...nd trying to get in report; she’ll come out all right.’ This remark he heard dropped in a low tone by the mesmeric healer; ‘ in report’ was apparently... ... ‘She has been powerfully affected,’ Mrs. Farrinder explained, very slightly dropping her voice, as Olive, apparently, still remained deaf. 52 The Bo... ...ed to show was that there was room for Miss Verena. She didn’t want any more tuning up, she wanted to break right out. Moreover, he felt that any gent... ... journey) men must take their turn, men must pay! Book Second Chapter 21 B asil Ransom lived in New York, rather far to the eastward, and in the u... ...u must help me—you must help me!’ cried Verena, imploringly too. Chapter 37 B asil Ransom spent nearly a month at Marmion; in announcing this fact I ...

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...usal of the foll ow ing ent ry in th e Transactions of the Pickwick Clu b, which the editor of these papers feels the highest pleasu re in laying b... ...ians, under the title o f The Corresponding Society of the Pickwick Clu b. The Pickwick Papers 4 ‘That the said proposal has received the sanction... ... ‘They’re beginning upstairs,’ said the stranger—’hear the company—fiddles tuning—now the harp—there they go.’ The various sounds which found their wa... ... progressed rapidly; the little doctor danced with another lady; the widow dropped her fan; the stranger picked it up, and presented it—a smile— a bow... ...rmation; ‘don’t swear, don’t swear; it’s quite unnecessary.’ Mr. Snodgrass dropped the hand which he had, in the spirit of poesy, raised towards the c... ...1 ‘The other party, and a surgeon, I suppose,’ said Mr. Snodgrass; ‘take a drop of brandy.’ Mr. Winkle seized the wicker bottle which his friend proff... .... My father pulls up, and thinks a bit—”No,” says he, “damme, I’m too old, b’sides, I’m a many sizes too large,” says he.—”Not a bit on it, Sir,” says...

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...Dutch Flat, and all the old mining camps, through a sea of mountain forests, drop- ping thousands of feet toward the far sea-level as we went, not I o... ...y nearer to the art of Shakespeare, grows letter-perfect in the domain of A- B, ab. But the time comes when a man should cease prelusory gymnastic, st... ...ntly ticket it a picture. The incom- municable thrill of things, that is the tuning-fork by which we test the flatness of our art. Here it is that Nat... ... here it might be thought that my history ended; but not so, this was an act-drop and not the curtain. Upon what followed in front of the barrack, sin... ...ye to the crass public or the thwart reviewer: tales where a thread might be dropped, or one adventure quitted for another, on fancy’s least suggestio... ...ar as we are doing this, that we have any right to interfere: the defence of B is our only ground of action against A. A has as good a right to go to ...

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...d attends daily , from one till four, at the Saracen’ s Head, Snow Hill. N.B. An able assistant wanted. Annual salary 5 pounds. A Master of Arts would... ...AKING AND HIS FELLOW-TRAVELLERS, AND WHAT BEFELL THEM ON THE ROAD IF TEARS DROPPED into a trunk were charms to preserve its owner from sorrow and misf... ...l voice. ‘T o be sure,’ said Squeers, by no means disconcerted. ‘So he is. B-o-t, bot, t-i-n, tin, bottin, n-e-y, ney, bottinney, noun substantive, a ... ...tions Nicholas made the pen; when he gave it to Miss Squeers, Miss Squeers dropped it; and when he stooped to pick it up, Miss Squeers stopped also, a... ...own carriage or a hackney chariot, but I remember very well that the horse dropped down dead as he was turning round, and that your poor papa said he ... ..., when he was a bach- elor—what was her name again? I know it began with a B, and ended with g, but whether it was Waters or—no, it couldn’t have been... ...!’ That useful lady did as she was requested, and shortly after- wards the tuning of three fiddles was heard. Which process having been protracted as ...

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...y had unmasked the royal battery, by carelessly letting her hand kerchief drop from her neck, than the heart of Mr. Jones was entirely taken, and the... ...from her back, and of the diamond ring, which during the contention either dropped from her finger, or was wrenched from it by Northerton. Thus, rea... ...is heir too, as certainly as his name is Jones.” At that word, Abigail let drop the bacon which she was convey ing to her mouth, and cried out, “You ... ...fore he would be so governed by a wife, he said, espe cially such an ugly b —(for, indeed, she was not a regular beauty, but very agreeable and extre... ...verlooks the proud metropolis of Britain, sat’st, with thy Milton, sweetly tuning the heroic lyre; fill my ravished fancy with the hopes of charming a... ... to explain it by an advertisement which was pub lished Feb. 1, 1747. N.B.—Mr. Broughton proposes, with proper assistance, to open an academy at hi... ...have done the honour of accepting for a son in law.” “You are a son of a b—,” replied the squire, “for all your laced coat. You my son in law, and b...

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... and birth and sudden fame all play a part as interposing deities, the act-drop fell upon a scene of transformation. Jean was brought to bed of twins,... ...od figure; that she has a “wood-note wild,” “her voice rising with ease to B natural,” no less. The effect on the reader is one of unmingled *For the ... ...o place his trust. Let her manage a farm with sense, let her voice rise to B natural all day long, she would still be a peasant to her lettered lord, ... ...tity, he has so little to say, that the reader need not be surprised if he drops a word or two upon the other side. He would lay down nothing that wou... ...nother he remarks: “As for style of writing, if one has anything to say it drops from him simply as a stone falls to the ground.” We must conjecture a... ...e gust from brave Elizabethan times must have warmed his spirit, as he sat tuning his sublime theorbo. “To be or not to be. Whether ’tis nobler” – “Be...