Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen165W. Blackwood & Sons, 1899 |
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... light , and built of tough hickory , and were drawn by a four - in- hand of mules or horses . As- suming that they could scale the passes and thread the rocky gorges , the old soldier's idea was evidently admirable . He could load up ...
... light , and built of tough hickory , and were drawn by a four - in- hand of mules or horses . As- suming that they could scale the passes and thread the rocky gorges , the old soldier's idea was evidently admirable . He could load up ...
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... light was dim . My passion had exhausted itself , and I was hungry and tired and miserable . Had any one else except Sister Esmeralda come to the door , I should have behaved differently , for I was a most manageable little creature ...
... light was dim . My passion had exhausted itself , and I was hungry and tired and miserable . Had any one else except Sister Esmeralda come to the door , I should have behaved differently , for I was a most manageable little creature ...
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... light and shade . Space presses , and we must glance at two recent diaries , not omitting the familiar Greville by the way . But first a glimpse must be given of two diaries in the form of letters which have been , we think , too little ...
... light and shade . Space presses , and we must glance at two recent diaries , not omitting the familiar Greville by the way . But first a glimpse must be given of two diaries in the form of letters which have been , we think , too little ...
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... light inquiry whether the Carlists might not come again by drawing himself together , with a look of sus- picion and fear , and the words , " I hope not , Señor ; I have seen them three times , and trust not to see them again in the ...
... light inquiry whether the Carlists might not come again by drawing himself together , with a look of sus- picion and fear , and the words , " I hope not , Señor ; I have seen them three times , and trust not to see them again in the ...
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... light on the so - called " massacre of Sinope . " Why the Turkish ships were kept at Sinope , courting certain destruction , is one of those mysteries which will probably be never solved . Lyons had arrived at Con- stantinople a week ...
... light on the so - called " massacre of Sinope . " Why the Turkish ships were kept at Sinope , courting certain destruction , is one of those mysteries which will probably be never solved . Lyons had arrived at Con- stantinople a week ...
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Página 170 - Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps. I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose myself in all the glories of exploration. At that time there were many blank spaces on the earth, and when I saw one that looked particularly inviting on a map (but they all look that) I would put my finger on it and say, When I grow up I will go there.
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Página 571 - Yes,' said I, and forthwith handed him the famous Report for publication, if he thought fit. He glanced through it hurriedly, mumbling all the time, judged 'it would do,' and took himself off with this plunder. "Thus I was left at last with a slim packet of letters and the girl's portrait. She struck me as beautiful — I mean she had a beautiful expression. I know that the sunlight can be made to lie, too, yet one felt that no manipulation of light and pose could have conveyed the delicate shade...
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Página 555 - ... no two of the same size; all this brought within reach of my hand, as it were. And then I made a brusque movement, and one of the remaining posts of that vanished fence leaped up in the field of my glass. You remember I told you I had been struck at the distance by certain attempts at ornamentation, rather remarkable in the ruinous aspect of the place. Now I had suddenly a nearer view, and its first result was to make me throw my head back as if before a blow. Then I went carefully from post...
Página 568 - I blew the candle out and left the cabin. The pilgrims were dining in the mess-room, and I took my place opposite the manager, who lifted his eyes to give me a questioning glance, which I successfully ignored. He leaned back, serene, with that peculiar smile of his sealing the unexpressed depths of his meanness. A continuous shower of small flies streamed upon the lamp, upon the cloth, upon our hands and faces. Suddenly the manager's boy put his insolent black head in the doorway, and said in a tone...
Página 222 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her ? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having...
Página 565 - ... head pretty well; but when I had him at last stretched on the couch, I wiped my forehead, while my legs shook under me as though I had carried half a ton on my back down that hill. And yet I had only supported him, his bony arm clasped round my neck— and he was not much heavier than a child. "When next day we left at noon, the crowd, of whose presence behind the curtain of trees I had been acutely conscious all the time, flowed out of the woods again, filled the clearing, covered the slope...
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