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... bitter woe Or laughing at some raree show We flutter idly to and fro. Man’s little Day in haste we spend, And, from its merry noontide, send No glanc... ...cellor was con tinually whispering. This man held his hat in one hand and a little green flag in the other: whenever he waved the flag the procession... ...reen flag in the other: whenever he waved the flag the procession advanced a little nearer, when he dipped it they sidled a little farther off, and wh... ...eat folding doors of the saloon were flung open, and he turned with a guilty start to receive His High Excellency. However it was only Bruno, and the ... ...d mother. “What is that hideous noise?” she fiercely asked, turning upon her startled husband. “It’s some hyaena—or other,” replied the Sub Warden, lo... ...ce: a sudden gust swept away the whole scene, and I found myself sitting up, staring at the young lady in the opposite corner of the carriage, who had... ...ned round and had another good stare at me. At last there came an odd little twinkle into his eyes, and he said, with quite a new meaning in his voice... ...ow.” But Bruno only folded his arms, and said “Don’t tell me. I see a little twinkle in one of oor eyes—just like the moon.” “Why do you think I’m lik... ...emed really comfortable anywhere else), and, look ing up at me with a merry twinkle in his eyes, he began. By the way, the tune was rather a curious ...

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... 5 A COURAGEOUS BATTLE “Can I play?” she asked tentatively. “Get lost, you little shit,” Roger hissed, and she scuttled back to her house, tears falli... ... was almost home. After being up north at col- lege for five years, he was starting his first job as a high school gymnastics teacher in the fall. His... ...lived for sports, the outdoors and sex. As his house came into view and he started to gather his belongings, he hoped he’d CHAPTER 3 10 SUSAN BRACKEN... ...“Is she next door?” “I think so. You should go see her.” “I will, Mum. I’m starved. Is there any supper?” He ate the sandwiches and soup she offered a... ...ld me about the crash. There were no survivors.” Her pain moved Roger. The little kid that had dogged him, idolized him, kept in touch with him all th... ...to eat their meal. As darkness descended, Lacey saw the lights of the city twinkle on all around her. “I love this place,” she said happily. Percy Fai... ...rit in the driveway. “Ooh, a baby limo!” she said impishly. “What a pretty little car. Do you own this one?” “Yes, I do. It would be too costly to use... ...r seen a smile so radiant. It lit up her whole face and her big, dark eyes twinkled and drew him into her mood. He tried to measure and understand the...

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..., whereas in London it was, at about the boundary line, dark yellow, and a little within it brown, and then browner, and then browner, until at the he... ...d, and Fledgeby cast his small eyes down the list. They presently began to twinkle, and he no sooner became conscious of their twinkling, than he look... ...d Fascination very slowly, and sitting down with his hands on his knees to stare at his glowering friend with his back to the fire. ‘I tell you, Fledg... ... fall into the hands of Pubsey and Co.? ‘To confess the fact, I was made a little uneasy,’ said the candid Fledgeby , ‘by the manner in which that Jew... ...she?’ With his hand not yet withdrawn from the breast of his garment, Riah started and paused. ‘Oho!’ said Fledgeby. ‘Didn’t expect it! Where have you... ...ready to check him off and catch him tripping. ‘Cut away,’ said Fledgeby. ‘Start with your motive.’ ‘Sir, I have no motive but to help the helpless.’ ... ...hich she sat, and she came to the door to open it; aiding her steps with a little crutch-stick. ‘Good evening, godmother!’ said Miss Jenny Wren. The o... ...him, but it had now a sordid alloy of distrust; and though his eyes should twinkle and all his face should laugh, he would sit holding himself in his ... ...n, sir.’ ‘Is he a Knave in the pack of cards?’ inquired the cherub, with a twinkle in his eyes. ‘Yes!’ cried Bella, in high glee, choking him again. ‘...

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... in hand, but as my account of somebody?s impression of it--the terms of this person?s access to it and estimate of it contributing thus by some fine little law to intensification of interest. The somebody is often, among my shorter tales I recognise, but an unnamed, unintroduced and (save by right of intrinsic wit) unwarranted participant, the impersonal author?s concrete...

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...his person’s access to it and estimate of it contributing thus by some fine little law to intensification of interest. The somebody is often, among my s... ...get and to keep finished and dismissed work well behind one, and to have as little to say to it and about it as possible, had been for years one’s only... ...nnels. It is over the fact of such a phenomenon and its so pos sibly rich little history that I am moved just fondly to linger—and for the reason xi... ...ugh he’s not old, it’s a young thing com pared with him—a younger one. He started there, he has a feeling about it, and the place has grown, as he sa... ...n, to which he had given a certain intensity, had made her, he remembered, stare an instant, her colour rising as if it had sounded to her still stran... ...The Golden Bowl his sincerity—for it was sincerity—fuller expression. “I’m starting on the great voyage—across the unknown sea; my ship’s all rigged a... ... of light, sat somewhere in his inward vagueness as a lamp before a shrine twinkles in the dark perspective of a church; and while youth and early mid... ... house, not quite easily, yet not quite awkwardly either, with tapers that twinkled in the large dark spaces, and for the most part so late that the l... ...l, was not, on her side, an ignis fatuus, a mere subjective phenomenon, it twinkled there at the direct expense of what the Prince was inviting her to...

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...should proceed separately to church. By some accident the bridegroom was a little less punctual than the widow and her bridal attendants; with whose a... ... between her fair young bridemaids. But her heroism was admirable. She had started with an irrepressible shudder, as if the stroke of the bell had fal... ... way to the tomb. 15 Hawthorne “My young friends here have their nerves a little shaken,” said the widow, with a smile, to the clergyman at the altar... ...full in sight. Many turned away their faces; others kept a fixed and rigid stare; and a young girl giggled hysterically, and fainted with the laughter... ...g slowly his meditative way towards the meetinghouse. With one accord they started, expressing more wonder than if some strange minister were coming t... ...rds the door; many stood upright, and turned directly about; while several little boys clambered upon the seats, and came down again with a terrible r... ... of Marlborough. His nose had a rubi- cund tinge, which, together with the twinkle of his eye, might have marked him as a lover of the wine cup and go...

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...ain CHAPTER I Well, when I had been dead about thirty years I begun to get a little anxious. Mind you, had been whizzing through space all that time,... ...en less — when I flushed a most uncommonly big one about three points off my starboard bow. By his stern lights I judged he was bearing about northeas... ...ent of America. I forged along. By and by I had sailed along his coast for a little upwards of a hundred and fifty million miles, and then I could see... ...—! 1 or I’ll brain the last idiot of you!” Well, sir, I gained and gained, little by little, till at last I went skimming sweetly by the magnificent... ...e all that load overboard. When it fell it wiped out a considerable raft of stars just as clean as if they’d been candles and somebody blowed them o... ...iends in the Everlasting T ropics!” Then he hove up his other suspender and started for’ard, and inside of three quarters of an hour his craft was o... ...uails with me next day; and the first thing he did when he stepped in was to twinkle his eye in a sly way, and say, — “Well, Cap, what you done with ...

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...he imperfect page, the praise be thine. INTRODUCTORY IN THE WILD END of a moorland parish, far out of the sight of any house, there stands a cairn amo... ...he was the daugh- ter of their trembling wives. At the first she was not wholly without charm. Neighbours recalled in her, as a child, a strain of elf... ...opposed to all she knew, loved, or un- derstood, he may well have seemed to her the extreme, if scarcely the ideal, of his sex. And besides, he was an... ... out to him both hands, in one of which she held a sopping pocket-handkerchief. He paused and looked upon her with a face of wrath, into which there s... ...an was not a little proud. And when Kirstie looked up at the speaker’s face, she was aware of a change. “Godsake, what’s the maitter wi’ ye, mem?” cri... ...at a’ ye can think of? The Lord prepare ye: the Lord comfort and support ye!” “Is onybody deid?” said his lordship. “It’s no Erchie?” “Bethankit, no!”... ...erthrow the usurping devil that sat, horned and hoofed, on her throne. Seductive Jacobin fig- ments, which he had often refuted at the Speculative, sw... ...porter – and at this point he became aware of the third per- son. Archie saw the cod’s mouth and the blunt lips of Glenkindie gape at him for a moment...

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...earthen jar. And how much more interesting did the spectacle become, when, starting into full life and animation, as a simultaneous call for ‘Pickwick... ...Rochester coachman, to announce that ‘the Commo dore’ was on the point of starting. ‘Commodore!’ said the stranger, starting up, ‘my coach— place boo... ...of a family off—shocking, shocking! Looking at Whitehall, sir?— fine place—little window—somebody else’s head off there, eh, sir?—he didn’t keep a sha... ...ture, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘ Ah, so am I. Most people are when they’ve little to do and less to get. Poet, Sir?’ ‘My friend Mr. Snodgrass has a st... ...this dia logue occurring in the year 1827, and the Revolution in 1830. ‘A little, Sir,’ replied that gentleman. ‘Fine pursuit, sir—fine pursuit.—Dogs... ...to—no go; stock still—called him—Ponto, Ponto—wouldn’t move—dog transfixed—star ing at a board—looked up, saw an inscription—”Gamekeeper has orders t... ...ord which roused the unctuous boy. He jumped up, and the leaden eyes which twinkled behind his mountainous cheeks leered horribly upon the food as he ... ...she fancied she observed a species The Pickwick Papers 150 of matrimonial twinkle in the eyes of her lodger; ‘La, Mr. Pickwick, what a question!’ ‘We... ...personage of about forty, with only one eye—a very bright black eye, which twinkled with a roguish expression of fun and good humour, ‘our noble selve...

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...the bargain. That is all we got from Science. Art is the specific. We have little to learn of apes, and they may be left. The chief consideration for ... ...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... ... thing from which he had sprung. CHAPTER II THE YOUNG SIR WILLOUGHBY THESE LITTLE SCOUNDREL IMPS, who have attained to some respectability as the dogs... ...ing of Mrs. Mountstuart’s was distinctly perceptible. Lady Patterne sent a little Hebe down, skirting the dancers, for an accurate re- port of it; and... ...winks, is obsequi- ous to you, yet perforce of beauty self-satisfied; that twinkles to a tender midway between imperiousness and seductive- ness, auda... ...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... ...bound to confess I had.” “Did you by chance, ma’am,” De Craye said, with a twinkle, “drop a hint to Willoughby of her turn for V ernon Whitford?” “No,...

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.... It was a feather in my cap. Though these efforts of mine brought me very little money, 4 TheMagician they attracted not a little attention, and I m... ...n as follows: ‘Please send twenty five pounds at once. Mother of God and I starving. Aleister Crowley.’ I did not do so, and he lived on for many disg... ...deed, how I came to think of writing that particular novel at all. When, a little while ago, my publisher expressed a wish to reissue it, I felt that,... ...ine on. It was an immediate success. The result of this was that in a very little while other managers accepted the plays they had consistently refuse... ...ter, the urge came and, re fusing to write any more plays for the time, I started upon the longest of all my novels. I called it Of Human Bondage . ... ...ations at this extravagance, but Oliver Haddo waved his fat hand. ‘I shall start with the ice, O Marie, to cool the passion with which your eyes infla... ...riner was earnest, but there was an odd expression about the mouth, a hard twinkle of the eyes, which seemed to belie it. Susie was vastly enter tain... ...ng round the table. 126 TheMagician Oliver looked at Arthur, and his eyes twinkled. ‘You must really let my wife and Mr Burdon be together. They have... ..., taken completely aback, did not know what to do; and Haddo’s little eyes twinkled as he watched their discom fiture. ‘I always thought that your fr...

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...l, neglected peasant, sunk in matter, insolent, gross and servile, makes a startling contrast with our own long-legged, long-headed, thoughtful, Bible... ... the streets where he has been wandering fancy- free. His college life has little of restraint, and nothing of necessary gentility. He will find no qu... ...d, again, which alone the Scottish boy adopts in his imagination, is but a little part of that, and avowedly cold, sterile and unpopulous. It is not s... ...ss away swiftly enough on the high seas of life; more swiftly still in the little bubbling back-water of the quadrangle; so that we see there, on a sc... ...le bubbling back-water of the quadrangle; so that we see there, on a scale startlingly diminished, the flight of time and the succession of men. I loo... ...in, nor to learn charity and modesty and justice from the sight; but still stared at them externally from the prison windows of my affectation. Once I... ...e both Roberts; and as we took our places at table, he addressed me with a twinkle: “We are just what you would call two bob.” He offered me port, I r...