She had only this one relationship left in all the world, and thepoor, unfortunate, widowed and childless woman had cherished itwith all the tenderness hoarded in her heart.
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Returning to the rear of the besieged building again, he formed theplan of getting the warriors to the front and then dashing back andhelping them out.
He paced up anddown with his dented, dusty, greenish derby on the back of his head,cant-hook thumbs in the armpits of his vest.
The unfortunate boy broke his neck in a fall from awindow, and there was every reason to believe that he was precipitatedfrom the window by his stepmother.
I don’t mean I became frivolous—I simplyrefused to be morbid—for Hugh’s sake at first—then for the sake of Lifeitself.
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“As soon as I had finished reading it, she told me that you werefishing for her; that you wished to compromise her so far as to receivesome hopes from her, trusting to which hopes you might break with theprospect of receiving a hundred thousand roubles.
He had been to see Gracie only the day before; but he drew on hisovercoat and walked around to the Livingstones.
It took fifty years to secure the approval of all the Councils for the Candle, and to decide upon the number needed, and to re-fit the Plans so as to make candles instead of torches.
would run in a half-circle, keeping his head turned always towardthe center, and again he would stand still, barking furiously.
Pavlicheff, who supported you inSwitzerland, I know him too—at least, if it was Nicolai Andreevitch ofthat name? A fine fellow he was—and had a property of four thousandsouls in his day
There was a thin thread of blood running from the corner of their mouth, but their lips were smiling.
Plötzlich sagte der Sterbende mit knabenhaft heller Stimme: „Leg’ michgeg’n d’ Wand.
Every one of them had heard the snap of the trigger,and yet they saw a live and apparently unharmed man before them.
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There was a man, by name Svein, a son of Earl Ulf, and grandson ofThorgils Sprakaleg.
It is distressingly difficult to elicit accurateinformation about the Lake and rivers, because the people do not thinkaccurately.
The assassin wasabsolutely identified by the print of his bare foot in a mass of softmortar; but, being a Moslem, the authorities quickly released him and,without any evidence whatever, arrested a near relative of the dead man.
I wish Gordon had some interest inlife—some——”“I’ll even go further, Mr.
Saxon men all of us, may we be one, Steady for freedom and strong in her might.
Khema, my maid, came up to me and said: "Oh, Rani Mother! forgoodness" sake put away my gold necklace and armlets in your ironsafe.
In fact, I think I should like you to cable me an answer—that you are working on the case, that within the year I may be free.
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At thattime there were in the Throndhjem country a great number of lendermen;and many of them were so powerful and well-born, that they descendedfrom earls, or even from the royal race, which in a short course ofgenerations reckoned to Harald Harfager, and they were also very rich.
Few sights in this world are more inspiring than that of a greatthinker actually engaged in thought: and yet George Finch, watching hisfriend, chafed.
He had his valet pull his boots off and bring his smoking-jacket; andthen, dismissing him, began to cut the pages of the last French novel.
But please don’t let me keepanyone,” she added suddenly to her husband and daughters, in a tone ofresentment, as though they had grievously offended her.