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... a psalm in unison from a church on one side of the old High Street; and a little after, or perhaps a little be- fore, the sound of many men singing a... ...onging by, in their neat clothes and conscious moral rectitude, and with a little air of possession that verges on 7 Robert Louis Stevenson the absur... ...s queen in the accents of modern democ- racy. In the town, in one of those little shops plastered like so many swallows’ nests among the buttresses of... ...le, sacrifice of their lives, and bade eloquent farewell to sun, moon, and stars, and earthly friendships, or died silent to the roll of drums. Down b... ...ies’ fingers; and a few miles round Fife Ness is the fatal Inchcape, now a star of guidance; and the lee shore to the east of the Inchcape, is that Fo... ...e clear, dark, moonless night, with a ring of frost in the air, and only a star or two set sparsedly in the vault of heaven; and you will find a sight... ...ework becomes an art; and at evening, when the cottage interior shines and twinkles in the glow of the fire, the housewife folds her hands and contemp...

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...a Marquise will explain to you, if you do not know, why that old coat is a little better than the chamberlain’s key and Imperial gold bees which you b... ...er. Where have we come from? Have we mounted the high horse once more with little offerings from Florine’s boudoir? Bravo, old chap!” and Blondet rele... ...ich his conscience re- gards, sooner or later, as so many evil actions. He started, like Lousteau or Vernou, to be a great writer; he finds him- self ... ...ate, tace. I am off.” “But I am not off till you pay me a sacred debt—that little supper, you know, heh?” said Blondet, who was rather too much given ... ...ish) said Blondet. As he heard the name the brawny mask gave a significant start, which, though repressed, was understood by Rastignac. “It is out of ... ...s; she gives the spirit of the occasion to every little thing; her chatter twinkles with bright sayings, she has the secret of the quaintest onomatopo... ...wood and old-fashioned shape, was hung with yellow cotton printed with red stars, one armchair and two small chairs, also of painted wood, and covered... ...gnized trades as there are recognized ones. The sly smile on his lips, the twinkle of his green eyes, the queer twitch of his snub nose, showed that h... ...flat-pleated frill completed his costume. In the middle of the shirt-frill twinkled a small gold locket, in which might be seen, under glass, a little...

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...se things, he was used to say, in his glorious opium hours, would yet make little Kimball a man. On no account was Kim to part with them, for they bel... ...orse, at the head of the finest Regiment in the world, would attend to Kim–little Kim that should have been better off than his father. Nine hundred f... ...t ies could not see the beauty of it. His nickname through the wards was ‘Little Friend of all the World’; and very often, being lithe and inconspicu... ... to his companions. ‘Perhaps it is a man,’ said Abdullah, finger in mouth, star ing. ‘Without doubt.’ returned Kim; ‘but he is no man of In dia that... ...i lence, as we do of Tibet, or speaking aloud?’ ‘Those who beg in silence starve in silence,’ said Kim, quot ing a native proverb. The lama tried to... ...bring it back filled.’ Simply as a child the old man handed him the bowl. [start here] ‘Rest, thou. I know the people.’ He trotted off to the open sho... ...Kim. ‘He says thou are a but [a spirit].’ ‘Can buts eat?’ said Kim, with a twinkle. ‘For I am hungry.’ ‘It is no jest,’ cried the lama. ‘A certain ast... ...hey watched! ‘Let us go,’ said the lama, sinking back afraid, as the fires twinkled and white officers with jingling swords stalked into the Mess tent... ...eight of inso lence, but it argued some resource and nerve. Mahbub’s eyes twinkled as he reined out into the centre of the cramped little plain, wher...

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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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...A new comer of any age or either sex was an impressive curiosity in the poor little shabby village of St. Petersburg. This boy was well dressed, too —... ...on. He had a citified air about him that ate into Tom’s vitals. The more Tom stared at the splendid marvel, the higher he turned up his nose at his fi... ...d and a pup. I’ll tell my big brother on you, and he can thrash you with his little finger, and I’ll make him do it, too.” “What do I care for your bi... ...m the “next time he caught him out.” To which Tom responded with jeers, and started off in high feather, and as soon as his back was turned the new ... ... near, he slackened speed, took the middle of the street, leaned far over to star board and rounded to ponderously and with laborious pomp and circum... ...ed, more and more absorbed. Presently he said: “Say, Tom, let ME whitewash a little.” Tom considered, was about to consent; but he altered his mind: “... ...Tom, it did do you good.” Tom looked up in her face with just a perceptible twinkle peeping through his gravity. “I know you was meaning for the best...

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...bounded applause both at the “Surrey” and “The Wells.” Mrs. Crump sat in a little bar, profusely orna- mented with pictures of the dancers of all ages... ...ent into the parlour of the hotel, there was Mrs. Crump taking tea (with a little something in it), looking at the fashions, or reading 4 Men’s Wives... ...he “Royal Bootjack,” though a humble, was a very genteel house; and a very little persuasion would induce Mr. Crump, as he looked at his own door in t... ... I, Egg? a chip of the old block, hay?” “That you are,” said the perfumer, starting up. “An ‘air-dresser?” asked Mrs. Crump. “Well, I thought he was; ... ...Perhaps you recollect,— “‘Tink-a-tink, tink-a-tink, By the light of the star, On the blue river’s brink, I heard a guitar. “‘I heard a guitar, O... ... hold of a lock of her hair very gently with his hand, she cried “Oh!” and started with all her might. And Mr. Eglantine observed very gravely, “Capti... ...ow calash, with a pair of bay horses and a postilion in a drab jacket that twinkled with innumerable buttons, and I was too much occupied in admir- in... ...f a glass of maraschino with a trembling pudgy hand, every finger of which twinkles with a dozen, at least, of old rings. She has a story about every ...

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...e, to be pondered; it is hoped, no doubt, they may instruct, or inform, or startle, or arouse, or reform, or provoke, or amuse us; but we read, if we ... ...plate, not to grow more knowing, but to be less pent up and bound within a little circle,—as those who take their pleasure, and not as those who labor... ... a source to draw gram- mar from, forcing the parts of speech to stand out stark and cold from the warm text; or a store of samples whence to draw rhe... ...figures of speech singly and without support of any neighbor phrase, to be stared at curiously and with intent to copy or dissect! Here is gram- mar d... ...tion; it permits no retirement to any who share its life. It is a place of little tasks, of narrowed functions, of aggre- gate and not of individual s... ...re- gate and not of individual strength. The great machine domi- nates its little parts, and its Society is as much of a machine as its business. “Th... ...intemperate and can never stop to smile, and are deeply reassured to see a twinkle in a reformer’s eye. We are glad to see earnest men laugh. It break...

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...ery, far from it. The Tragedy of Pudd nhead Wilson - Mark Twain 3 He was a little rusty on his law, but he rubbed up for this book, and those two or... ...three brick stores, three stories high, towered above interjected bunches of little frame shops. Swinging signs creaked in the wind the street’s whole... ...mmit. Steamboats passed up and down every hour or so. Those belonging to the little Cairo line and the little Memphis line always stopped; the big Orl... ...n intelligent blue eye that had frankness and comradeship in it and a covert twinkle of a pleasant sort. But for an un fortunate remark of his, he wo... ...rl’ is all over—dey don’t sell po’ niggers down the river over yonder.” She stared toward the door, crooning to the child and hush ing it; midway sh... ...all day; but the young fellows set a tailor to work that night, and when Tom started out on his parade next morning, he found the old deformed Negro b... ...large offers; but the thought revolted their pride, and they said they would starve and die first. But what they wouldn’t consent to do, we had to do ...

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...Excerpt: Chapter 1. ?KASPAR! MAKAN!? The well-known shrill voice startled Almayer from his dream of splendid future into the unpleasant realities of the present hour. An unpleasant voice too. He had heard it for many years, and with every year he liked it less. No matter; there would be an...

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...ER by Joseph Conrad CHAPTER I “KASPAR! MAKAN!” The well-known shrill voice startled Almayer from his dream of splendid future into the unpleasant real... ... dim light of the place, so delightful after the glare of the streets; the little railed- off spaces amongst piles of merchandise where the Chinese cl... ...the Master. In that clear space Almayer worked at his table not far from a little green painted door, by which always stood a Malay in a red sash and ... ...ld Hudig—the Master—sat enthroned, holding noisy receptions. Sometimes the little door would fly open disclos- ing to the outer world, through the blu... ...ural craving for change, was nothing loth, and packing his few belongings, started in the Flash on one of those long cruises when the old seaman was w... ...Millions I say! And all for her—and for you, if you do what you are told.” Startled by the unexpected proposal, Almayer hesitated, and remained silent... ... south- ward, and the great blaze of light got smaller and smaller till it twinkled only on the horizon like a setting star. It set: the heavy canopy ... ... branches, in the houses built on the banks and over the water, the lights twinkled already, reflected in the still waters below. The hum of voices, t... ...tse! tse!” clicked Babalatchi, trying to appear shocked, but with a joyous twinkle of his solitary eye. “There will be great trouble between those whi...

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...I call it bread and scrape!” solemnly said Sam. “It only has butter in the little holes of it, not at the top, Miss Fosbrook,” said, in an odd pleadin... ...ur brother is quite right; I am as much an infant in the eye of the law as little George.” “There, I said I would!” cried Henry; “didn’t I, Sam?” “Did... ...nt blank, Henry, than tried to find out in a sidelong way.” Henry looked a little surly; and Elizabeth, a nice-looking girl, who sat next to him and w... ...sbrook.” “Rude, but honest,” said Miss Fosbrook; and Susan’s hon- est eyes twinkled, as much as to say, “I like that;” but she said, “I don’t believe ... ...Hal! Hal!” “I want to know,” continued David, who had been digest- ing the startling fact, “how the pig swings the bag on his back? I don’t think ours... ...diculous parasol like Ida Greville, when she would see poor Hannah Higgins starving at her feet.” Elizabeth bit her lip, and tossed up her head; the t... ...A body can’t hear a word,” was all the answer they got; whereupon they all started to- gether again, and Purday went on with his mixture as if they ha... ...er fear my being disappointed, sir,” said the free-spo- ken Purday, with a twinkle of his eye, which Hal understood so well that he burst out, “Ah! yo...

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...ht, be the Happy Future, or Utopia, or the Land of Simple Dreams; an errant mote of memory, Henry James?s phrase and story of ?The Great Good Place,? twinkled across my mind, and passed and left no light....

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... mote of memory, Henry James’s phrase and story of “The Great Good Place,” twinkled across my mind, and passed and left no light. The man I saw wrote ... ...ing in an easy flowing hand, he added it to a growing pile upon a graceful little table un- der the window. His last done sheets lay loose, partly cov... ...as he looked at me. I glanced from him about his apartment and back to the little table. A fascicle marked very distinctly “1” caught my attention, an... ...new order. My memory takes me back across the interval of fifty years to a little ill-lit room with a sash window open to a starry sky, and instantly ... ...erval of fifty years to a little ill-lit room with a sash window open to a starry sky, and instantly there returns to me the characteristic smell of t... ...ultaneous classes in Overcastle, he in science and I in shorthand, and had started a practice of walking home together, and so our friend- ship came i... ... were mere blank interruptions to the one satisfactory reality in his life—star- gazing. It was the deeps that had seized him, the immensi- ties, and ... ...lightly oblique, and triumphant lips, and a momentary, voluntary, humorous twinkle. “We have to forgive,” he said. “We have to forgive —even ourselves...

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...ding himself off his balance, his recovery was always attended by an angry stare and growl, as if, in the absence of any one else, he had aggres- sive... ...ne else, he had aggres- sive inclinations towards himself. In one of these starts the cry of ‘Lock, ho! Lock!’ prevented his relapse into a doze. Shak... ... though tak- ing it easily, in so light a boat that the Rogue remarked: ‘A little less on you, and you’ d a’most ha’ been a W agerbut’; then went to w... ...was the air with which he gravely bent to his work that Riderhood remained staring at him, without having found a retort, until he had rowed past a li... ...nt out to wash my face in the river. ‘Oh! Then?’ said Riderhood, backing a little. ‘I asked you wot you wos a-going to do.’ ‘How can a man in this sta... ... looking at both. 15 Charles Dickens Chapter 2 THE GOLDEN DUSTMAN RISES A LITTLE MR AND MRS LAMMLE had come to breakfast with Mr and Mrs Boffin. They... ...e. It’ll pay better, I assure you,’ said Fledgeby, bestowing an inveigling twinkle or two upon the dressmaker. ‘You’ll find it pay better.’ ‘Perhaps,’... ...ho wouldn’t know your brother to be a Steward! There’ s a bright and ready twinkle in his eye, there’s a neatness in his action, there’s a smartness i...

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...re of re-intro- ducing you to ‘Prince Otto,’ whom you will remember a very little fellow, no bigger in fact than a few sheets of memoranda written for... ...me time or other – to see your face and to hold your hand. Meanwhile, this little paper traveller goes forth instead, crosses the great seas and the l... ...as threading green tracks in the lower valleys of the wood; and though the stars came out overhead and displayed the interminable order of the pine-tr... ...ardly lift; and the pines, why, deary me, there must be more pines in that little state, sir, than people in this whole big world. ’Tis twenty years n... ...dead in love with that sun-chequered, echoing corner. Holding his feet, he stared out of a drowsy trance, wondering, admir- ing, musing, losing his wa... ...flu- ences in one corner of the world. Eddy and Prince were alike useless, starkly useless, in the cosmology of men. Eddy and Prince – Prince and Eddy... ...uilt is the sting of my offence.’ Sir John regarded Otto with an approving twinkle; then he bowed, but still in silence. ‘Well, sir, as you are now at... ... lamp-light skimmed the face of the preci- pices, and the dwarf pine-trees twinkled with all their needles, and were gone again into the wake. The gra...

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... version of As You Like It (and I think I can promise you will like it but little), you will find Jacques marries Celia just as Orlando marries Rosali... ...people regulate their choice. I see women marrying indiscrimi- nately with staring burgesses and ferret-faced, white-eyed boys, and men dwell in conte... ...sition; but to find your wife laughing when you had tears in your eyes, or staring when you were in a fit of laughter, would go some way towards a dis... ...uman eyebrow. Now in a world where most of us walk very contentedly in the little lit circle of their own reason, and have to be reminded of what lies... ...the turning-lathe, or gather sea-weeds, will make admirable husbands and a little amateur painting in water-colour shows the innocent and quiet mind. ... ...s be!” T HERE IS ONLY ONE EVENT IN LIFE which really aston ishes a man and startles him out of his prepared opinions. Everything else befalls him very... ...ous eyelids of old age the eyes look out with a half-youthful, half-frosty twinkle. Hands, with no pretence to distinction, are folded on the judge’s ...

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...e of sorrow is comparison! As the sun casteth shade, night showeth star, We, measuring what we were by what we are, Behold the de... ...sdom to a hungry stomach is thin pottage,’ saith the shrewd reader of men. Little comfort was there with Shibli Bagarag, as he looked on the city of S... ...d, he lifted his sight, and lo, the old woman was no longer before him! He stared, and rubbed his eyes, but she was clean gone. Then ran he to the kno... ... pro- fusion of hair, unequalled by all around him, save by one that was a little behind, shadowed by his presence. So Shibli Bagarag thought, ‘Is one... ...reets of the city and in the air above them, as of raging Genii, he like a started quarry doubling this way and that, and at the corners of streets an... ... what is written, If thou wouldst take the great leap, be ready for the little jump, and he stretched out his mouth to the forehead of the old woma... ...was left a babe on the bosom of a dead mother.’ He exclaimed, and his eyes twinkled, ‘’Tis that? that shalt thou know in a span of time. O my mistress... ...lade, and the kite pecking fiercely at her. Thereat he fluttered eagerly a twinkle of time, and the next was down with his beak in the neck of the kit...

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...to write about. This so strangely negative but disturbing mood lasted some little time; and then, as with many of my longer stories, the first hint fo... ...rising, so venturesome, so in- teresting; bits of strange coasts under the stars, shad- ows of hills in the sunshine, men’s passions in the dusk, goss... ...American girlhood I wouldn’t dare to affirm. But, for me, she is. Always a little in the back- ground by the side of her father (my venerated friend) ... ... a few days. Thus accompanied, and with revolvers at their belts, they had started to chop their way with machetes through the thorny scrub on the nec... ...e crew of a coasting schoo- ner, lying becalmed three miles off the shore, stared at it with amazement till dark. A negro fisherman, living in a lonel... ...t with amazement till dark. A negro fisherman, living in a lonely hut in a little bay near by, had seen the start and was on the lookout for some sign... ...ot. “Our consuls get their mouths stopped with them,” he continued, with a twinkle of genial scorn in his eyes. But in a moment he became grave. “A co... ...e distance from the tea-table. With his knees close together, and a kindly twinkle of drollery in his deep-set eyes, he would throw his small and iron... ...en shoots to the unresting batteries of stamps; the lights of San Tome had twinkled night after night upon the great, limitless shadow of the Campo; e...

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...u had noticed anything about him, it would have been chiefly to notice how little he was noticeable. He wore the black morning coat, the black tie, an... ...ods he had shown you, have put on one side those you selected, extracted a little book with a carbon leaf and a tinfoil sheet from a fixture, made you... ...book with a carbon leaf and a tinfoil sheet from a fixture, made you out a little bill in that weak flourishing hand peculiar to drapers, and have baw... ...ees. “I wish,” said he, with a catch in his voice, “I wish you’d leave off staring at me.” Then with the air of one who has delivered an ultimatum, he... ...th-keeper never moved. Possibly he raised his eye- brows, and certainly he stared harder than he did before. “You’re pretty unsociable,” he said slowl... ...nough to speak to you? Been struck wooden all of a sudden?” Mr. Hoopdriver stared into the Immensity of the Future. He was rigid with emotion. It was ... ...ver’s hero into something entirely worldly, subtly rakish, with a humorous twinkle in the eye and some gallant sinning in the background. You should h...

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...eep by day when I could get nothing else to do, and who used to give me so little of his victuals and so much of his staff, that I ran away from him— ... ...e said close to me. I had been thinking on so, that it like woke me with a start, though it was no stranger voice than the voice of Harry Charker, my ... ...l bright colours went out of the sea and sky in a few minutes, and all the stars in the Heavens seemed to shine out together, and to look down at them... ... morning, we cast anchor off the Island. There was a snug harbour within a little reef; there was a sandy beach; there were cocoa-nut trees with high ... ...th American Flag and the Union Jack, flying from the same staff, where the little English colony could all come together, if they saw occasion. It was... ...ssed in a linen suit at that moment; but, Mr. Kit- 13 Charles Dickens ten started off himself and brought down the Diplomatic coat, which was a blue ... ... drawing them back into the heavy shadow. I had seen their naked cutlasses twinkle and shine, like bits of the moonshine in the water that had got blo...

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... the ocean, gen’elmen, and, except the first day , I haven’t been sick one little bit. No, sir!” He brought down his fist with a triumphant bang, wett... ..., full flavor,” he answered through shut teeth. “Guess we’ve slowed down a little, haven’t we? I’ll skip out and see what the log says.” “I might if I... ... in charge.” He groaned, and the figure turned its head, showing a pair of little gold rings half hidden in curly black hair. “ Aha! You feel some pre... ...ands, faced Uncle Salters at the 26 Captains Courageous table, and Harvey stared at the pitchfork and the tub. “Hi!” shouted Manuel, stooping to the ... ...peared. In half a minute Harvey heard deep snores in the cabin, and he was staring 28 Captains Courageous blankly at Dan and Penn. “I did a little be... ...lt up- right from the oily water and sighed a weird whistling sigh. Harvey started back with a shout, but Dan only laughed. “Grampus,” said he. “Beggi... ...g to be a boy after his own hungry heart. He had never seen precisely that twinkle in Harvey’ s eye before. “ And the old man gave me ten and a half a... ...ld man,’ and-get behind Mama where there’ s trouble,” said Harvey , with a twinkle in his eye. “Why, in that case, you come right in with me, my son.”... ...t case, you come right in with me, my son.” “Ten dollars a month?” Another twinkle. “Not a cent more until you’re worth it, and you won’t begin to tou...

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...he subtle and penetrating perfume as of land breezes breathing through the starlight of bygone nights; a signal fire gleams like a jewel on the high b... ...h his long staff; the gold head 10 Tales of Unrest flashed like a falling star; very close behind him a silent old fellow in a richly embroidered bla... ...s towering high upon a clear sky; above them the glittering confu- sion of stars resembled a mad turmoil stilled by a gesture; sounds ceased, men slep... ...he coming. He here now.” Karain appeared noiselessly in the doorway of the little cabin. He was simplicity itself then; all in white; muffled about hi... ...an ironic and melancholy shrewdness. He had travelled much, suffered not a little, intrigued, fought. He knew na- tive Courts, European Settlements, t... ...ief is pensive. And above the spread- ing whisper of lowered voices only a little rattle of weapons would be heard, a single louder word dis- tinct an... ...d sion of a sea. Only far away the tops of the trees stood outlined on the twinkle of heaven, like a sombre and forbidding shore—a coast deceptive, pi...