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... eyes like a lobster . I had remarked this last personage during dinner time for one of those incessant questioners , who have a craving , unhealthy appetite in conversation . He never seemed satisfied with the whole of a story ; never ...
... eyes like a lobster . I had remarked this last personage during dinner time for one of those incessant questioners , who have a craving , unhealthy appetite in conversation . He never seemed satisfied with the whole of a story ; never ...
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... eyes out . The smacking of the postilion's whip , which grew more and more intense the nearer they approached , frightened a flight of pigeons out of a dove - cot . and rooks out of the roofs , and finally crew of servants out of the ...
... eyes out . The smacking of the postilion's whip , which grew more and more intense the nearer they approached , frightened a flight of pigeons out of a dove - cot . and rooks out of the roofs , and finally crew of servants out of the ...
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... eyes that sparkled out like a beetle's from each side of his hooked nose , you saw at once that he inherited all the fiery spirit of his forefathers . In fact , a Frenchman's spirit never exhales , however his body may dwindle . It ...
... eyes that sparkled out like a beetle's from each side of his hooked nose , you saw at once that he inherited all the fiery spirit of his forefathers . In fact , a Frenchman's spirit never exhales , however his body may dwindle . It ...
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... eyes flashed from the bottom of the iron cavern with the brilliancy of carbuncles ; and when he poised the ponderous two - handled sword of his ancestors , you would have thought you saw the doughty little David wielding the sword of ...
... eyes flashed from the bottom of the iron cavern with the brilliancy of carbuncles ; and when he poised the ponderous two - handled sword of his ancestors , you would have thought you saw the doughty little David wielding the sword of ...
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... eyes half closed , and his nightcap drawn almost down to his nose . His fancy was already wandering , and began to mingle up . the present scene with the crater of Vesuvius , the French Opera , the Coliseum at Rome , Dolly's chop ...
... eyes half closed , and his nightcap drawn almost down to his nose . His fancy was already wandering , and began to mingle up . the present scene with the crater of Vesuvius , the French Opera , the Coliseum at Rome , Dolly's chop ...
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Página 161 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 230 - ... true sympathy; how few love us for ourselves; how few will befriend us in our misfortunes; then it is that we think of the mother we have lost. It is true I had always loved my mother, even in my most heedless days; but I felt how inconsiderate and ineffectual had been my love. My heart melted as I retraced the days of infancy, when I was led by a mother's hand, and rocked to sleep in a mother's arms, and was without care or sorrow. "O my mother!
Página 363 - Now I remember those old women's words, Who in my wealth would tell me winter's tales, And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night About the place where treasure hath been hid...
Página xi - There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in travelling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.