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Page 470 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 630 - A very clear account, upon my word ! and I dare swear the lady will vouch for every article of it.
Page 524 - Oh, purty fair. (He begins to look at her as if he were seeing her for the first time, noting every detail with a numb, stunned astonishment). EMMA. You're looking as well as ever. CALEB, (dully) Oh, I ain't got nothin' to complain of. EMMA. You're the same as me, I reckon. (Happily) Why I seem to get feelin' younger and more chipper every day, I declare I do.
Page 532 - A large piece of green moss fell squarely on the little fire. He tried to poke it out with his fingers, but his shivering frame made him poke too far, and he disrupted the nucleus of the little fire, the burning grasses and tiny twigs separating and scattering. He tried to poke them together again, but in spite of the tenseness of the effort, his shivering got away with him, and the twigs were hopelessly scattered. Each twig gushed a puff of smoke and went out. The fire-provider had failed. As he...
Page 113 - Take the sum of human achievement in action, in science, in art, in literature — subtract the work of the men above forty, and, while we should miss great treasures, even priceless treasures, we should practically be where we are today.
Page 648 - With the machine moving forward, the air flying backward, the propellers turning sidewise, and nothing standing still, it seemed impossible to find a starting-point from which to trace the various simultaneous reactions. Contemplation of it was confusing.
Page 310 - I should be miserable indeed if I did not feel that no blame on that account can be laid at my door, and did I not also know that knavery seems to be so much the striking feature of its inhabitants that it may not in the end be an evil that they will become aliens to this kingdom.
Page 479 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.