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...ish to frighten the maidens? I mean this, that the Club had better give as little offence as possible, and keep their eyes as wide as they can, if the... ...lden Apples against all save the rightful claimant. Yet her nether lip and little white chin-ball had a dreamy droop; her frank blue eyes went straigh... ...achenfels. Her bosom heaved the battle up and down. This cameo was a north star to German manhood, but caused many chaste expressions of abhorrence fr... ...emed instinctively to take part with the Dragon. She was a frail-fashioned little lady, with a face betokening the perpetual smack of lemon, and who r... ...y—Be what you seem, my little one!’ ‘ And that am I!’ exclaimed Margarita, starting up and tow- ering. ‘Right good, my niece,’ Lisbeth squealed; ‘but ... ...zens of Cologne, three brown hawks, with birds in their beaks, on an azure stardotted field. ‘Holy Cross!’ exclaimed Gottlieb, low in his throat; ‘the... ... on silver, relieved by spotless white cloth. Gottlieb beheld such a sunny twinkle across the Goshawk’s face at this hospitable array, that he gave th... ...k-out for the moon, and was presently rejoiced to behold a broad fire that twinkled branchy beams through an east-hill orchard. ‘My lord calls her God...

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...Excerpt: Chapter 1. Part The First. Once upon a time, it matters little when, and in stalwart England, it matters little where, a fierce battle was fought. It was fought upon a long summer day when the waving grass was green. Many a wild flower formed by the Almighty Hand to be a perfumed ...

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... Charles Dickens CHAPTER I Part The First O NCE UPON A TIME, it matters little when, and in stalwart England, it matters little where, a fierce b... ... suffering! Many a lonely moon was bright upon the battle ground, and many a star kept mournful watch upon it, and many a wind from every quarter of ... ...t were worn away. They lurked and lingered for a long time, but survived in little things; for, Nature, far above the evil passions of men, soon rec... ...t was the bed of his untimely death, gashed and ghastly soldiers would have stared in, hundreds deep, at household door and window; and would have r... ...nd would have been the garnered store of barns and granaries; and would have started up between the cradled infant and its nurse; and would have float... ...fight. Nowhere more altered, perhaps, about a hundred years ago, than in one little orchard attached to an old stone house with a honeysuckle porch; w... ... a cold, hard, dry, man, dressed in grey and white, like a flint; with small twinkles in his eyes, as if something struck sparks out of them. The thre... ... in people’s eyes, it sparkled in the jewels on the snowy necks of girls, it twinkled at their ears as if it whispered to them slyly, it flashed abou...

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...Excerpt: Chapter 1. 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, like a comet. Like a comet! Why, Peters, I laid over the lot of them! Of course there weren?t any of them going my way, as a steady thing, you know, bec...

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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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... by the very pillars that once upheld them. At a distance beyond—yet but a little way, considering how much history is heaped into the intervening spa... ...le to be sad, but rather 5 Hawthorne to laugh as gayly as we may, and ask little reason wherefore. Of these four friends of ours, three were artists,... ... fields, and consorted with his like; whereas Donatello has known cities a little, and such people as ourselves. But the resemblance is very close, an... ...er fool he!” said Miriam so bitterly that Hilda’s quiet eyes were somewhat startled. “Donatello, my dear friend,” said Kenyon, in Italian, “pray grati... ...hat last, Miriam!” said the sculp- tor; and, looking into her face, he was startled to behold it pale and tear-stained. “How suddenly this mood has co... ...ng as their pictorial purposes demand. “Miriam,” whispered Hilda, a little startled, “it is your model!” CHAPTER III CHAPTER III CHAPTER III CHAPTER I... ...merriment, or be- tween two sins. To make an end of our description, a red twinkle of light was visible amid the breadth of shadow that fell across th...

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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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..., to be a right royal king of credit. Only the account must never drivel. ‘Stare aut crescere’ appears to be his feeling on that point, and the depart... ...solemn. But, as far as I can make out, the women part of the company was a little in the dark. So Mel waited till there was a sort of a pause, and the... ...came in to order his outfit. I received his direc- tions, when suddenly he started back, stared at me, and ex- claimed: ‘My dear Marquis! I trust you ... ...its buttons, and across one portion of the lower limbs an ancient seam had started; recalling an incident to them who had known him in his brief hour ... ...wore the colours that pleased him, and kindled and soothed his jeal- ousy, little is known beyond the fact that she espoused the Count, under the ausp... ...re his ghost from an airing. ‘He can walk, my dears, certainly, and talk—a little. T ete-a- tete, I do not say. I should think there he would be—a sti... ...ill of the month,’ said the old gentle- man, with an irritated voice and a twinkle in his eye. Jonathan bowed; but his aspect betrayed perplexity, and... .... 322 Evan Harrington BOOK 6 CHAPTER XXXII IN WHICH EVANS LIGHT BEGINS TO TWINKLE AGAIN THE DOWAGERS were now firmly planted on Olympus. Along the gr...

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...CRINOLINE......................................................................................................................................58 THE STARS AND STRIPES. ...........................................................................................................67 A PLAN FOR A PRIZE NOVEL. .........................................................................

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.......................................................................58 THE STARS AND STRIPES. ........................................................... ...er; but his book was all in all to him. And indeed a customer was there; a little hand was tapping on the counter with a pretty impatience; a pair of ... ... witchery of thine own? He deftly made up the packet, and placed it in the little hand. She paid for her small purchase, and with a farewell glance of... ... Cheapside. His uncle, the owner of the shop, a surly curmudgeon with very little taste for the True and Beautiful, has retired from business to the p... ... and a shovel hat and cas- sock, is talking freely with a gentleman, whose star and rib- bon, as well as the unmistakable beauty of his Phidian counte... ...I am sick of Success, palled of Pleasure, weary of Wine and Wit, and— nay, start not, my Adelaide—and W oman. I fling away all these things as the Toy... ...o the shade, and blazed with a splendor which caused all “minor lights” to twinkle faintly. Before a day the beau-monde, before a week even the vulgar... ... smaragds, diamonds, and jacinths, as made the eyes of the aged ambassador twinkle with avarice. “How many horses are there in my stable?” continued D...

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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...

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...Aloud and abruptly.) Milk and sugar? CAPT. G. No sugar, tha-anks, and very little milk. Ha- Hmmm. Miss T. (Aside.) If he’s going to do that, I’m lost.... ... watching it side- ways down his nose.) Ha-Hamm. (Aside.) ‘Wonder what the little beast can talk about. ‘Must make a shot at it. Miss T . (Aside.) Oh,... ...O khansamah jee!” CAPT . G. (Getting interested.) Yes? (Aside.) Fancy that little featherweight saying, “O khansamah jee” to my bloodthirsty Mir Khan!... ...t. BLAYNE. Wait a shake. What was her name? Thresomething. Three— CURTISS. Stars, perhaps. Caddy knows that brand. BLAYNE. Threegan—Minnie Threegan. M... ...ch MRS. H. bows her head and rolls the bread-twist into little pellets; G. stares at the oleanders. MRS. H. (Throwing back her head and laughing natur... ...What’s the hurry? CAPT . M. You’ve got to be there first. CAPT . C. T o be stared at? CAPT . M. Exactly. You’re part of the show. Where’s the bur- nis... ...u know. MRS. G. Did you ever want to help it? Speak the truth! CAPT. G. (A twinkle in his eye.) I did, darling, just at the first. Rut only at the ver...

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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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..., more safely, in the brick bank; no matter where, no matter how much or how little. I sometimes wonder that we can be so frivolous, I may almost say,... ...ce, perchance, to fetch fresh fuel to keep the fire a going; new people put a little dry wood under a pot, and are whirled round the globe with the spe... ...r been measured; nor are we to judge of what he can do by any precedents, so little has been tried. Whatever have been thy failures hitherto, “be not ... ...ve prevented some mistakes. This was not the light in which I hoed them. The stars are the apexes of what wonderful tri angles! What distant and diff... ...istory, Poetry, Mythology! — I know of no reading of another’s experience so startling and informing as this would be. The greater part of what my nei... ...my towns 10 Walden men have met me returning from this enterprise, farmers starting for Boston in the twilight, or woodchoppers going to their work.... ...oiling life, when a glorious existence is possible for you? Those same stars twinkle over other fields than these. — But how to come out of this condit...

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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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