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...nglish history was when Charles I raised His Standard at the beginning of the Civil War on 22 August 1642." Edward abdicated from the throne on ... ...menian calls for autonomy were deemed a danger to the disintegrating realm, now at war with Russia. When the first world war broke, Turkey allied ... ...in Van province, Mussa Dagh, Shabin Karahisar and Urfa - as well as setbacks in the war - prevented the Turks for deporting the urban Armenian popu... ...ncis, who survived his first execution, described it thus: "My mouth tasted like cold peanut butter. I felt a burning in my head and my left leg,... ... Fleming, Ian Ian Lancaster Fleming (1908-1964), the author of the James Bond 007 novels, was the grandson of a Scottish banker and the son of a C... ...vice exam and had to join Reuters as a journalist. There he successfully covered a spy trial in Russia (1929-32). He then joined a British investm... ..., translated to 11 languages and with total sales of 18 million copies. James Bond novels are now being authored by a new generation of writers. ... ...on to a hospital after the second world war were abandoned with the outbreak of the Cold War. The September 11 attack demolished 400,000 sq. feet... ... of taste and smell are connected. That is why we fail to taste well when we have a cold. But in snails the functions are separate. One pair of ant...

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.......................... 20 FEELINGS OF A REPUBLICAN ON THE FALL OF BONAPARTE. ................................................................ 20 The cold earth slept below, .......................................................................................................................................... 21 NOTE ON THE EARLY POEMS, BY MRS. SHELLEY. ....................

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...E. ................................................................ 20 The cold earth slept below, ...................................................... ...h one last tear thy friend’s ungentle mood: Thy lover’s eye, so glazed and cold, dares not entreat thy stay: Duty and dereliction guide thee back to s... ..., nor wisdom in the grave, whither thou goest.—Ecclesiastes. The pale, the cold, and the moony smile Which the meteor beam of a starless night Sheds o... ...usseau. T o these may be added several modern books of travel. He read few novels. POEMS POEMS POEMS POEMS POEMS WRIT WRIT WRIT WRIT WRITTEN IN 1816 T... ... _15 All ghastly-visaged clouds did sweep; And the Lady ever looked to spy If the golden sun shone forth on high. 4. 4. 4. 4. 4. And as towards th... ...ismondi’s “Histoire des Republiques Italiennes”, which occurred during the war when Florence finally subdued Pisa, and reduced it to a province.— Mrs.... ...re the earth’s breath is pestilence, and few But things whose nature is at war with life— Snakes and ill worms—endure its mortal dew. The trophies of ... ...igh. And ye who attend her imperial car, Lift not your hands in the banded war, _20 But in her defence whose children ye...

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...d, shut, forbidding unit bookcases that were half filled with swashbuckler novels and un- read-looking sets of Dickens, Kipling, O. Henry, and Elbert ... ... Raymie. His eyes were like those of a dog waiting to be let in out of the cold. He passed the stewed apricots effusively. “There are a great many bri... ...and was boisterously greeted by every other couple; or, till it became too cold, they sat on the porch, bawling to passers-by in motors, or to neighbo... ...ave you last year?” and he looked to the other men to laugh. They laughed. Cold and still, Carol walked up to Kennicott and com- manded, “I want to se... ...to franker rebuffs; they were working up to a state of painfully righteous war when they were saved by the coming of food. Though Juanita Haydock was ... ...old Bell Wright is a lovely writer, and he teaches such good morals in his novels, and folks say he’s made prett’ near a million dollars out of ‘em.” ... ...o—lived 181 Sinclair Lewis seven miles out. He was a captain in the Civil War, and knew General Sherman, and they say he was a miner in Nevada right ... ... of virtuousness, and the procession of Decoration Day, when the few Civil War veterans followed Champ Perry, in his rusty forage-cap, along the sprin... ...nt he was analyzing the noisy Mr. Zitterel. Carol was ashamed to have this spy from the Great World hear the pastor’s maundering. She felt re- sponsib...

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...ain began the infernal patient snap-ah-ah—a round, flat sound, a shivering cold- morning sound, a sound infuriating and inescapable. Not till the risi... ...on the sleeping-porch. It served both of them as dressing-room, and on the coldest nights Babbitt luxu- riously gave up the duty of being manly and re... ... up into these dinky little chunks for? Can’t get your fist onto ‘em. Half cold, anyway!” 17 Sinclair Lewis Ted Babbitt, junior in the great East Sid... ...ggled, momentary victor in the greatest of Great Wars, which is the family war. Ted looked at her hope- lessly, then shrieked at Tinka: “For the love ... ... period were somewhat less elaborate than the plans for a general European war. He fretted to Miss McGoun, “What time you going to lunch? Well, make s... ...des? Why do you suppose so many Substantial Citizens jumped right into the war? Think it was all pa- triotism?” Babbitt snorted, “What do you expect? ... ...ks about working overtime, that wants to spend his evenings reading trashy novels or spooning and exchanging a lot of nonsense and foolishness with so... ...pants for the children of the poor while Mrs. Drew read aloud from earnest novels. Though Dr. Drew’s theology was Presbyterian, his church- building w... ...He saw all the Clan of Good Fellows peering through the restaurant window, spy- ing on him. Fear sat beside him, and he told himself that to-night he ...

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...ition of comradeship with his antagonist; there- fore, comradeship between the corps was not permitted. At intervals the presidents of the five corps ... ...d, and the men who were to fight the closing battle of the day came forth. A good many din- ners were not completed, yet, but no matter, they could be... ... word, the deluge of blows began, but before long the surgeon once more inter- fered—for the only reason which ever permits him to inter- fere—and the... ...le, it is in reality one of the most dangerous institu- tions of our day. Since it is always fought in the open air, the combatants are nearly sure to... ...bering him in his needs and delivering sun- dry such cargoes into his hands at times when only special providences could have relieved him. He was a d... ... the cause of humanity, and so find a worthy death and a blessed reunion with the brave true heart whose love had more honored him than all his victor... ... its head for a cozy and delightful human nest, shut away from the world and its botherations, and consequently the monks of the old times had not fai... ...ance was not great enough to obliterate details, it only made them little, and mellow, and dainty, like landscapes and towns seen through the wrong en... ... hundred feet high. It did not seem possible that the imaginary chamois even could climb those precipices. Lovers on opposite cliffs probably kiss thr...

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...ed at him anxiously, felt his hand, and asked if he were sure he had not a cold coming on. ‘You are always thinking of colds,’ was all the satisfactio... ...now what to do. I can’t bear him to be a coddle; yet he is always catching cold if I let him alone. The question is, whether it is worse for him to ru... ...tle farther on, parted with a couple of rolls, interspersed with strata of cold beef and butter, to a household of convalescents in the stage for kitc... ...bin’s Petition, what think you of this poor boy Leonard knowing few of the novels and none of the poems? No won- der the taste of the day is grovellin... ...rvid heat of the first commencements of disunion and threatenings of civil war. After the ladies had repaired to their saloon, with its grand ottomans... ...f it were safe to invest money in a country apparently on the eve of civil war? He laughed the idea to scorn. How could the rebel states make war, wit... ... contin- ued, with anxiety that he could not suppress, ‘what is this about war in America?’ ‘Not near Indiana; no fear of that, I trust. But how did y... ... to personal danger from the worse sort of convicts, who regarded him as a spy, because he would not connive at the introduction of forbidden indulgen... ...ented the far too obvious construction thereof. ‘You must read lots of bad novels at Chatham, Aubrey; it is like the fag end of the most trumpery of t...

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...to the Azores in 1582 and the following year, and on the conclusion of the war returned to Spain in the autumn of 1583, bringing with him the manuscri... ... new year, 1605. It is often said that “Don Quixote” was at first received coldly. The facts show just the contrary. No sooner was it in the hands of ... ... he secured in February. No doubt it was received with something more than coldness by certain sections of the community. Men of wit, taste, and discr... ...ervantes, and fourteen years after his death gives him only a few lines of cold commonplace in the “Laurel de Apolo,” that seem all the colder for the... ...s” as he afterwards called them, with a view to making a book of them. The novels were published in the summer of 1613, with a dedi- cation to the Con... ...ook completed that time twelvemonth. But more than poems, or pastorals, or novels, it was his dra- matic ambition that engrossed his thoughts. The sam... ...in his head.” “Hush, friend Sancho,” replied Don Quixote, “the fortunes of war more than any other are liable to frequent fluctuations; and moreover I... ...- with all the sweet and delectable course of his achievements in love and war. Handed down from that time, then, this order of chivalry went on exten... ...wo years, he escaped in the disguise of an Arnaut, in company with a Greek spy; but whether he regained his liberty or not I cannot tell, though I fan...

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.... The floor of the valley is extremely level to the very roots of the hills; only here and there a hillock, crowned with pines, rises like the barrow ... ...nished forth the names. But it was strange that all looked unfamiliar. “Chateau X-?” said I. “I never heard of that.” “I dare say not,” said he. “I ha... ...other ad- vantages on earth. You have to learn the paraphrases and the shorter catechism; you generally take to drink; your youth, as far as I can fin... ... ran straight into the unsunned bowels of the rock. This se- cure angle in the mountain’s flank was, even on this wild day, as still as my lady’s cham... ...n’s flank was, even on this wild day, as still as my lady’s chamber. But in the tun- nel a cold, wet draught tempestuously blew. Nor have I ever known... ...tch of cheerful irrelevancy to exercise a kindred sway upon their minds: but before 32 the attractions of a boy their most se... ...n a flute, I am sure he could have played upon it by nature. It may seem hard to say it of a dog, but Chuchu was a tame cat. The king and queen, the g... ... some other very great bird of the mountain, came wheeling over the nearer pine-tops, and hung, poised and something sideways, as if to look abroad on...

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...earance of possession is the shortest road to possession at a later day. A cold sweat broke out over Lucien as he bethought him- self that to-night he... ... dreamed out his dream of Mme. d’Espard. He was in despair over her sudden coldness; it gave a strange check to the ardent reasoning through which he ... ...nce. This was a sentence, it was a refusal of justice. Poor poet! a deadly cold seized on him when he saw de Marsay eying him through his glass; and w... ...our crime, and could still respect you; but if 75 Balzac you were to turn spy, I should shun you with abhorrence, for a spy is systematically shamele... ...terary and divergence of political opinion coin- cide; and the result is a war with weapons of every sort, double-edged witticisms, subtle calumnies a... ...ible battle; book against book, man against man, party against party; make war you must, and that systematically, or you will be aban- doned by your o... ...en, be sure of this,” returned Lousteau, “if you have anything in you, the war will know no truce, the best chance of success lies in an empty head. T... ...his second edition in a week. In his eyes at this present moment you are a spy, a scoundrel, a caitiff wretch; the day after to-morrow you will be a g... ...is the ultima ratio,” said the stranger. “He is one of Gigonnet’s lambs, a spy for Palma, Werbrust, Gobseck, and the rest of those crocodiles who swim...

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... with the Prince of Lies and Darkness, we do at all times wage internecine war. This assurance, at an epoch when puffery and quack- ery have reached a... ...u traced rather confusion worse confounded; at most, Timidity and physical Cold? Some indeed said withal, he was “the very Spirit of Love embodied:” b... ... Some men wear an everlasting barren simper; in the smile of others lies a cold glitter as of ice: the fewest are able to laugh, what can be called la... ... in leg- ible print. Over such a universal medley of high and low, of hot, cold, moist and dry, is he here struggling (by union of like with like, whi... ...s sports of skill or strength, the Boy trains himself to Co-operation, for war or peace, as governor or governed: the little Maid again, provident of ... ...awn two ways at once, and in this important element of school-history, the war-element, had little but sorrow.” On the whole, that same excellent “Pas... ...acter. At first we find our poor Professor on the point of being shot as a spy; then taken into pri- vate conversation, even pinched on the ear, yet p... ...ret. Nor are Sacred Books wanting to the Sect; these they call Fashionable Novels: however, the Canon is not completed, and some are canonical and oth... ... appears something like a Dissertation on this very subject of Fashionable Novels! It sets out, indeed, chiefly from a Secular point of view; directin...

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...and Aunt Geoffrey having a novel in their history.” “That there are better novels in real life than in stories, is a truth or a truism often repeated,... ...were cut short by grandmamma calling them to eat her turkey before it grew cold. The spirits of all the party were perhaps damped by Mrs. Frederick La... ...ill be a swamp, and I won’t have you getting wet in your feet and catching cold.” “O, we have clogs; and besides, the road does not get so dirty since... ...even this could not last for ever; and rather tired, and 49 Yo n g e very cold, they seated themselves on a step of the stairs, and there built a mar... ...lette already! Why did you not come to meet us?” “I should have had a long spy-glass to see which way you were gone,” said Fred, in a tone which, to H... ... of dogs, and the cackle of terrified poul- try, which proclaimed that the war was at its height. “O! the glories of a rat hunt!” cried Beatrice. “Com... ...entially improved and improving, and you will think I do not speak without war- rant, when I tell you that Lady Susan expressed herself quite warmly r...

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...n one of the wagons laden with cuirasses. By one of the strange chances of war our guide had served a breakfast to Napoleon on the morning of the batt... ...ut a word. It is only strong men, choleric and powerful, thunder- bolts of war, diplomats with olympian heads, or men of genius, who can show this utt... ...stomed to the inclemencies of the weather and to the endurance of heat and cold,—hardened to everything, in short,—which makes their leathern skin alm... ...y saw the light.” “If you take it that way, Monsieur Vatel,” said Tonsard, coldly , “you will find we don’t want for courage in Burgundy .” Vatel depa... ...pecting the eager interest the general’s enemies took in slipping one more spy into the chateau. “The general ought to feel happy now,” continued Four... ...’t expect we should ever be friends.” “That’s what I call a declaration of war,” said the general. “Monseigneur,” retorted Fourchon, “when Les Aigues ... ...closed doors. “I shall not go without my release in full,” said Gaubertin, coldly, keeping at a distance from the enraged soldier. “We will see what i... ...r-recurring and unconquerable difficulties. Without suspecting the role of spy and exasperator under- taken by Sibilet (who secretly intended to event... ...tch the steward, though he would not have condescended to play the part of spy if the general had not required it. Sibilet fawned upon the bailiff and...

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... slammed the door when he went out, and he never read anything but railway novels and the sporting advertise- ments in the papers—and—and, in short, w... ...“And he will slam the door—” “V ery likely.” “And continue to read railway novels—” She interposed, impatiently: “Many men do worse than that.” “But y... ...the price of anything before he bought it. Why, he wouldn’t even know what novels to read. I always had to choose the kind he liked, with a murder or ... ...or report subsequently brought him concerning the place seemed, on a sober war- ranty of fact, to confirm its claim to stand midway between reality an... ...Leveret ner- vously to Mrs. Plinth, who, disdaining a definite reply, said coldly: “Y ou should look it up. I always make it a point to look things up... ...Death.’” “Y es,” said Miss V an Vluyck, with a sudden resolve to carry the war into the enemy’s camp. “We are so anxious to know the exact purpose you... ...f the past, whose wants and habits must gradually be learned, as one might spy out the ways of a strange animal… The clock struck another hour—eleven.... ...d drew a deep breath. “Shall I send for some- thing?” he continued, with a cold embarrassed politeness. Julia raised an entreating hand. “No—no—thank ...

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...thy AUTHOR’S NOTE “NOSTROMO” is the most anxiously meditated of the longer novels which belong to the period following upon the publication of the “Ty... ...hing for the wrongs of down-trodden nations. They listened to his tales of war readily, but seemed to ask themselves what he had got out of it after a... ...ces had given that small adhesion a fortuitous importance. The fortunes of war served him marvellously, and the victory of Rio Seco (after a day of de... ...g) put a seal to his success. At the end he emerged General, Minis- ter of War, and the military head of the Blanco party, although there was nothing ... ... At last he shrugged his shoulders as if to assure himself of his disdain. Cold, dull. No intellectuality. Red hair. A true Englishman. He despised hi... ...only shoot; she had stood by her husband’s side perfectly silent, and gone cold all over with excitement at the instant when the first battery of only... ...eemed to him too contemptible for hot anger even. He made use of it with a cold, fearless scorn, manifested rather than concealed by the forms of ston... ...overcoats and changing plates in Paris at our Legation in the intervals of spy- ing on our refugees there, in the time of Rojas? He will wash out that... ...d stigmatize his brother, the guerrillero, for a combination of lackey and spy. What could be more effective? In local affairs it urges the Provincial...

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...ame delightful faith. It is not the artist who fails, but the men who grow cold—the men, from whom the illusions (why illu- sions? realities) of youth... ...re a man of three times his acquire- ments will only find indifference and coldness. Is any man more remarkable than our artist for telling the truth ... ...En- glishman on the stage is the caricatured Englishman at the time of the war, with a shock red head, a long white coat, and invariable gaiters. Thos... ...n these objects, but his instinct has told him that fun lurks in them, and cold must be the heart that can pass by the pantaloons of his charity boys,... ... The poor must steer For his pint of beer Where the saint can’t choose but spy him. VI. “This rich man is invisible In the crowd of his gay s... ...iking, binnacling, and helm’s-a-leeing, as honest seamen invariably do, in novels, on the stage, and doubtless on board ship. This we cannot take upon... ...iption. “As Rowland sprang to the helm, and gave the signal for pursuit, a war like a volley of ordnance was heard aloft, and the wind again burst its... ...rge Cruikshank been instantly stifled,” &c. &c. See with what a tremendous war of words (and good loud words too; Mr. Ainsworth’s description is a goo...

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...all ever meet again… I wanted to say goodbye to you.” Nejdanov pressed her cold, red fingers. “Y ou know the man who was here today,” he began. “I hav... ...ng labour, penalties, and damage caused by cattle, even of Bis- marck, the war of 1866, and Napoleon III., whom Kollomietzev called a hero. Kollomietz... ... angry gesture, ground his teeth, undressed hurriedly, and jumped into the cold, damp bed. “Goodnight, I am your neighbour,” Mashurina’s voice was hea... ...ed together by the door. After a lunch of hard-boiled eggs, anchovies, and cold hash (the man handing them pepper in an old pomade pot and 71 Turgene... ...s could be seen. Mariana drew herself up. “Look, your Madonna has sent her spy. That maid has to keep a watch on me and inform her mistress where I am... ...out: “What an authority! As if we do not know who this Ladislas is! A born spy, nothing more!” “W-w-w-what—what—did you say? “ Kollomietzev stam- mere... ... and would relate all the news in her deep voice—about Napoleon, about the war of 1812, about Antichrist and white niggers—or else, her chin propped o... ...t much to look at, but never mind, one can live here and there’s no one to spy on you. Just under your window there is what my employer calls a flower... ...t this moment Solomin entered. “I say!” he exclaimed. “Arrayed in all your war paint? Ex- cuse me, my dear fellow, but in that garb one can hardly spe...

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...f a hot- house, pale, but divine flowers, the treasures of botany. In this cold, orderly boudoir, where all things were in place as if for sale, no si... ...sse de Granville’s salon, they extinguished any possible torch of love, so cold and sadly resigned were their faces. They were all of an age when mank... ...he mother’s sentiments towards her sons, the countess raised to heaven her cold and macerated eyes, as if to ask pardon of God for not having snatched... ...pon them, who waltzes with a dozen young men, goes to the theatre, devours novels, cares nothing for religion, and makes her own ethics, or an ignoran... ... the Theatre- Francais, a serious drama, which fell with all the honors of war amid salvos of thundering articles. In his youth he had once before app... ...udeville, costume plays, and the re- production, scenically, of successful novels. Nevertheless, he passed for a great mind which had not said its las... ...He had, moreover, attempted permanent litera- ture, having published three novels, not to speak of several others which he kept in press like fish in ... ...erience; she was noble by beauty and physical distinction. Suspicious as a spy, or a judge, or an old statesman, she was difficult to impose upon, and... ...h patent locks made by Huret or Fichet, two mechanics who were then waging war in adver- tisements and posters all over Paris, as to which could make ...

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... 4 The Pit The T rilogy of The Epic of the Wheat includes the fol- lowing novels: The Octopus, a Story of California. The Pit, a Story of Chicago. Th... ...alifornia. The Pit, a Story of Chicago. The Wolf, a Story of Europe. These novels, while forming a series, will be in no way connected with each other... ... village of Western Europe. The first novel, “The Octopus,” deals with the war be- tween the wheat grower and the Railroad Trust; the sec- ond, “The P... ...estion. “They would come in here; they wouldn’t wait outside—not on such a cold night as this. Don’t you think so, Aunt Wess’?” But Mrs. Wessels, a le... ...n—occasionally—the strong smell of damp seal-skin. Outside it was bitterly cold. All day a freezing wind had blown from off the Lake, and since five i... ...remained fast friends, almost brothers. Then, in the years just before the War, had come the great movement westward, and Cressler had been one of tho... ... Sangamon County in Illinois. For a time he tried wheat-raising, until the War, which skied the prices of all food-stuffs, had made him— for those day... ...o-morrow, with the material round of duties and petty responsibilities and cold, calm reason, was far, far away. Suddenly she turned to him, surrender... ...of pianos. The sidewalks were filled with children clamouring at “tag,” “I-spy,” or “run-sheep-run.” Girls in shirt-waists and young men in flannel su...

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...c, a disc vertical and hot, rolling down to the edge of the horizontal and cold-looking disc of the shining sea. Then the edges touched and the circul... ...back against the sky- light, comfortably. “They say there is going to be a war with China,” he said in a gossiping tone, “and the French are go- ing a... ... about that. What do you think, Captain Lingard?” “I have met their men-of-war in the Pacific,” said Lingard, slowly. “The ships were fine and the fel... ... he added with a laugh. 21 Joseph Conrad “However, I wasn’t there to make war on them. I had a rotten old cutter then, for trade, Shaw,” he went on w... ...s attitude, with his back toward the girl who sat on the other side of the cold embers. “Yes; and the moon is waning,” she answered in a low voice. “T... ...turn.” “Why?” exclaimed the girl. “The road is long and the heart may grow cold,” was the answer in a quiet voice. “If he does not re- turn it is beca... ...rgenson stood by, a skeleton at the gaming table. “Because you are a Dutch spy,” he said, suddenly, in an awful tone. The agent of the Sphinx mark jum... ...ps. “Vat, funf year—berfegtly acquaint—grockery— Verfluchte sponsher. Ich? Spy. Vat for spy? Vordamte English pedlars!” The door slammed. “Is that so?... ...orgenson, utterly disregarded, looked down dreamily at the falling cards. “Spy—I tell you,” he muttered to himself. “If you want to know anything, ask...

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... been down to Brighton, and about that infernal traitor Bonaparty, and the war; until the Irish maid-servant came with a plate and a bottle of wine, f... ...ul; that she did not despond, or deplore her fate, or think about George’s coldness, or Rebecca’s eyes, as she had been wont to do of late. She went d... ...of taste and elegant discernment, as all the shopfolks said. And about the war that was ensuing, Mrs. Osborne was not much alarmed; Bonaparty was to b... ...te, on their way to Brussels and Ghent. People were going not so much to a war as to a fash- ionable tour. The newspapers laughed the wretched upstart... ...age of compromise or conciliation from his father; perhaps his haughty and cold demeanour was adopted as a sign of his spirit and resolution: but if s... ... more looking at him and ad- dressing him in a low tremulous voice. “Y our coldness, your averted looks, your manner when we have met of late—when I c... ...alid. When he met Miss Briggs coming home from the library with a cargo of novels under her arm, Mr. Crawley blushed in a manner quite unusual to him,... ...id business with his lawyers there, and sold off all Miss Crawley’s French novels to a bookseller out of Bond Street. Becky had reasons of her own whi... ...rd Steyne, the drawing room door opening suddenly, dis- covered the little spy, who but a moment before had been rapt in delight, and listening to the...