...ne he looks down it. This last affords the most extensive view, and it is one of the loveliest that can be imagined, too. Out of a billowy upheaval of... ...belonged to social organizations called “corps.” There were five corps, each with a color of its own; there were white caps, blue caps, and red, yello... ...ere chatting together, and many were smoking cigarettes while they waited for the coming duels. Nearly all of them wore colored caps; there were white... ...ted white caps—they fell apart, apparently uncon- sciously, and left us an unobstructed pathway, but did not seem to see us or know we were there. If ... ...t, and I could not trust myself to do it, for I felt that I should desert to stay out. There was another wait of half an hour toward nine o’clock, but... ...ne music. While my seared soul was steeped in the healing balm of those gracious sounds, it seemed to me that I could almost resuffer the torments whi... ...Her gown was of a soft white silky stuff that clung to her round young figure like a fish’s skin, and it was rippled over with the gracefulest little ... ...eeping, insectlike, up its surface, with their heels projecting over the thinnest kind of nothingness, thickened up a little with a few wandering shre... ... terracelike projections— a stairway for the gods; at its head spring several lofty storm- 205 A Tramp Abroad scarred towers, one after another, with...

...nt bulky young man in a gray flannel shirt, a rusty black bow tie, and the green-and-purple class cap, grumbled to her as they walked behind the other... ...ng to be a lawyer. I admit I fall down in sympathy sometimes. I get so dog-gone impa- tient with people that can’t stand the gaff. You’d be good for a... ...provement—tree-planting, town pag- eants, girls’ clubs. It had pictures of greens and garden- walls in France, New England, Pennsylvania. She had pick... ...build libraries to contain the Elsie books. I’ll make ‘em put in a village green, and darling cottages, and a quaint Main Street!” Thus she triumphed ... ...and a garden and everything, other end of town—can’t see it from here—I’ve gone past it when I’ve driven through here. Yes sir!” “Then, if he has all ... ...all me Sam—anyway, I’m going to call you Carrie, seein’ ‘s you’ve been and gone and married this poor fish of a bum medic that we keep round here.” Ca... ...ture theater called “The Rose- bud Movie Palace.” Lithographs announcing a film called “Fatty in Love.” Howland & Gould’s Grocery. In the display wind... ...rints of bad and famous pictures, shelves of phonograph records and camera films, wooden toys, and in the midst an anxious small woman sitting in a pa... ... spread on the rack in the oven. She scampered up-stairs to bring down her filmiest tea-cloth. She arranged a silver tray. She proudly carried it into...

... illuminated by cham- pagne. Below the bridge curved a railroad, a maze of green and crimson lights. The New York Flyer boomed past, and twenty lines ... ...n! ‘Stead of sticking to Lilidol, like I’ve re-peat-ed-ly asked her, she’s gone and gotten some confounded stinkum stuff that makes you sick!” 7 Sinc... ...ouring the whole sugar bowl on your corn flakes!” When Verona and Ted were gone and Tinka upstairs, Bab- bitt groaned to his wife: “Nice family, I mus... ...” to Sam Doppelbrau with more cordi- ality than he had intended. Babbitt’s green and white Dutch Colonial house was one 23 Sinclair Lewis of three in... ...y; the apple boughs were lit with 26 Babbitt fresh leaves like torches of green fire. The first white of cherry blossoms flickered down a gully, and ... ...ors. Billboards with crimson god- desses nine feet tall advertising cinema films, pipe to- bacco, and talcum powder. The old “mansions” along Ninth St... ... love of music, as a younger brother, to be petted and protected. Paul had gone into his father’s business, after graduation; he was now a whole- sale... ...ow very, very much earth and rock there was in it. He liked three kinds of films: pretty bathing girls with bare legs; policemen or cowboys and an ind... ...rst-class hotel, that to the drummers loves to cater, across from some big film theayter; if I should look around and buzz, and wonder in what town I ...

...e pier- heads. I watched the procession of head-lights gliding high and of green lights gliding low in the night, when suddenly a red gleam flashed at... ...st for months, for years, for all eternity, as though we had been dead and gone to a hell for sailors. We forgot the day of the week, the name of the ... ...nd. Suddenly it dawned upon me, and I shouted, ‘Boys, the house on deck is gone. Leave this, and let’s look for the cook.’ “There was a deck-house for... ... The house was shattered as if a shell had exploded inside. Most of it had gone overboard—stove, men’s quarters, and their property, all was gone; but... ... oozed here and there and everywhere in slender threads, in an invis- ible film, in an incomprehensible manner. It made its way into the cabin, into t... ... thing slip overboard. The heavy medicine-chest went that way, two bags of green coffee, tins of paint—fancy, paint!—a whole lot of things. Then I was... ...d along the shore, and the brown roofs of hidden houses peeped through the green foliage, through the big leaves that hung shining and still like leav...

...m whence issued the woman’s voice. It was a narrow, untidy room, with dull green coloured walls, badly lighted by two dusty windows. The furnishings c... ...u seen Nejdanov?” Ostrodumov asked. “Yes. He will be back directly. He has gone to the library with some books.” Ostrodumov spat to one side. “Why is ... ...ately. Heaven forbid that he should be in love! Mashurina scowled. “He has gone to the library for books. As for falling in love, he has neither the t... ...is not stupid. Had quite a good education, thanks to my father. But he has gone quite off the track—I think he’s a republi- can. We refuse to have any... ...after him, sighed, walked up to a golden wire cage, on one side of which a green parrot was carefully holding on with its beak and claws. She teased i... ...oice, not at all husky from the journey, “Ivan! Take this gentleman to the green room and see to his luggage afterwards!” He then told Nejdanov that h... ...e was surrounded by a sort of mist, which seemed to hang before him like a filmy curtain, separating him from 73 Turgenev the rest of the world. And ... ..., separating him from 73 Turgenev the rest of the world. And through this film, strange to say, he perceived only three faces—women’s faces—and all t... ...… He still searched around for Mariana with his eyes, but a menacing white film was spreading over them. “That’s right,” were his last words. He had b...

...limbed. She wore a dress of dark-blue silky stuff, with ruches of blue and green linen lace in the neck and sleeves; and she had emerald-green stockin... ...s, with a little bitterness. She was a class mis- tress herself, in Willey Green Grammar School, as she had been for some years. ‘I know,’ she said, ‘... ...te world, then what was her own world, outside? She was aware of her grass-green stockings, her large grass-green velour hat, her full soft coat, of a... ...nd, and with a wild cry of laughter and challenge, veered, poised, and was gone beyond the grey stone buttress. In another in- stant the bridegroom, b... ...as really punctual, only accidentally not so. I’m sorry.’ The two men were gone, there was nothing more to see, for the time. Ursula was left thinking... ...ent on as a peaceful tide that is at flood, hushed to retire. This day had gone by like so many more, in an activity that was like a trance. At the en... ...d, hot, naked in their looking at him. And on them there seemed to float a film of disintegration, a sort of misery and sullenness, like oil on water.... ...uddenly and staring with her black eyes, on which there seemed an unseeing film of flame, fully upon Gerald. He laughed dangerously, from the blood. H... ...rom the blood. Her child- ish speech caressed his nerves, and her burning, filmed eyes, turned now full upon him, oblivious of all her antecedents, ga...

...r T O M S A W Y E R CHAPTER I “Tom!” No answer. “TOM!” No answer. “What’s gone with that boy, I wonder? You Tom!” No answer. The old lady pulled ... ... blossoms filled the air. Cardiff Hill, beyond the village and above it, was green with vegetation and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectabl... ...he said, Jim. That’s the way she always talks. Gimme the bucket — I won’t be gone only a a minute. She won’t ever know.” “Oh, I dasn’t, Mars Tom. Ole... ...six or seven clods had taken personal effect, and Tom was over the fence and gone. There was a gate, but as a general thing he was too crowded for ti... ...ne. He knew that a yearn ing glance fell upon him, now and then, through a film of tears, but he refused recognition of it. He pictured himself lyin... ...rmur of bees. Away off in the flaming sunshine, Cardiff Hill lifted its soft green sides through a shimmering veil of heat, tinted with the purple of ... ...f each other. Just here the blast of a toy tin trumpet came faintly down the green aisles of the forest. Tom flung off his jacket and trousers, turned...

..., a yard-stick in his hand measuring the air, and so ill wrapped up in his green cotton dressing-gown with chocolate-colored spots that the cold had r... ...e it is then: Roguin has proposed a speculation to me, so safe that he has gone into it with Ragon, with your uncle Pillerault, and two other of his c... ... seen turning round upon himself and walking off a few steps, as if he had gone to find objec- 44 Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau tions with which h... ...s with ribbon ties, which were often un- fastened. His surtout coat, olive-green and always too large, and his broad-brimmed hat gave him the air of a... ...azzling fairness, to hollow and blacken the bluish circle round the lovely green- ish-gray eyes so cruelly that she then wore the look of an old Madon... ...Cesar’s mention of the hob-nailed shoes, the one louis, and love. In times gone by, Roguin—a large stout man, with a pimpled face, a very bald forehea... ...denesse, the Baron de la Billardiere, the il- lustrious Vauquelin. A light film dimmed his eyes, and his uncle Pillerault, who held his arm, felt him ...

...tached. On the oppo- site wall, at the further end of the graveled walk, a green marble arch was painted once upon a time by a local artist, and in th... ...r of lettuce, pot-herbs, and parsley. Under the lime-trees there are a few green-painted garden seats and a wooden table, and hither, during the dog-d... ...it; you know the sort of tortoise-shell clock-case, inlaid with brass; the green stove, the Argand lamps, covered with oil and dust, have met your eye... ...triking at the Val-de-Grace, and not a soul stirring!” “Pooh! they are all gone out. Mme. Couture and the girl went out at eight o’clock to take the w... ...anything, not even what he eats.” “I wonder where the old heathen can have gone?” said Mme. Vauquer, setting the plates round the table. “Who knows? H... ...ld him with astonishment. “Then Christophe was too late, and she must have gone to him!” cried Goriot, with anguish in his voice. “It is just as I gue... ...fusion of serum in the brain; they look as though they were covered with a film of fine dust, do you notice? I shall know more about it by to-mor- row...

...nto the gloom of the cabin. “I thought there was a light air, and—but it’s gone now. Not a breath anywhere under the heavens.” He withdrew his head an... ...ning—went out as if extinguished by a treacherous hand. 17 Joseph Conrad “Gone,” cried Lingard, who had watched intently yet missed the last moment. ... ...one,” cried Lingard, who had watched intently yet missed the last moment. “Gone! Look at the cabin clock, Shaw!” “Nearly right, I think, sir. Three mi... ...miles distant from the brig. To the eastward the coast was low; a coast of green for- ests fringed with dark mangroves. There was in its sombre dullne... ...ll bam- boo house outside a fortified enclosure, where a white flag with a green border fluttered on a high and slender pole but still below the walls... ...e groups of brown houses reflected in the water or seen above the wav- ing green of the fields, the clumps of palm trees, the fenced-in plantations, t... ...hat gave the impression of a clear blue abyss seen through a trans- parent film. And when she raised her eyes the same abysmal immobility seemed to re... ...first rate,” said Lingard, smil- ing at the nape of her neck, her ear, the film of es- caped hair, the modelling of the corner of her eye. He could se...

...he time came he was ready for that, but he had had his experiences. He had gone through a phase of real cowardice. He was afraid, he confessed, be- fo... ...nham to himself, “if I do not go back along the planks my secret honour is gone for ever.” He told himself that he had not a good head, that he was no... ...fear in it at all. At any rate, I do not remember a moment of fear; it has gone clean out of my memory if ever it was there. We were swimming high and... ...ed, and I remember noting quite intelligently as we hit the ground how the green grass had an effect of pouring out in every direction from below us… ... ...hand. Tunk…. Tunk, and out of the dry grass came a twittering. There was a green light in the east that grew stronger, and the stars after their magni... ...became a peripheral figure in the discussion. He perceived that a man in a green apron was holding the horse, and that various people were engaged in ... ...at the end of this confused effect of struggle, this Chinese kinematograph film, one last picture jerked into place and stopped and stood still, a whi...

...en he only readies his steak by riding on it? Again, what Cookery does the Greenlander use, beyond stowing up his whale-blubber, as a marmot, in the l... ...nable dress of the Fifteenth Century, we might smile; as perhaps those by- gone Germans, were they to rise again, and see our haber- dashery, would cr... ...t thatch myself anew; day after day, this despicable thatch must lose some film of its thickness; some film of it, frayed away by tear and wear, must ... ...sufficient. Much, there- fore, we omit about “Kings wrestling naked on the green with Carmen,” and the Kings being thrown: “dissect them with scalpels... ...ed with our delineation of it. Daily and nightly does the Editor sit (with green spec- tacles) deciphering these unimaginable Documents from their per... ...expectant wonder, had time to fashion either question or answer, was clean gone. Nei- ther out of doors could aught of him be seen or heard; he had va... ...ets, in the dusk; the Orchard- gate stood quietly closed: the Stranger was gone once and always. So sudden had the whole transaction been, in the autu... ...of the Unborn, where the Present seems little other than an inconsiderable Film di- viding the Past and the Future? In those dim long-drawn expanses, ... ...read the Earth, as if it were a firm sub- stance: fool! the Earth is but a film; it cracks in twain, and warrior and war-horse sink beyond plummet’s s...

...; the only flower here abouts is the one in my hair, which I got out of a greenhouse this morning. As for the garb of Eden,” added she, shivering pla... ...were for calling our institution “The Oasis,” in view of its being the one green spot in the moral sand waste of the world; but others insisted on a p... ..., when I had tolerably made up my mind to it; for Hollingsworth would have gone with me to the hither verge of life, and have sent his friendly and ho... ...ed. It was really Priscilla,—a pale, large eyed little woman (for she had gone far enough into her teens to be, at least, on the outer limit of girlh... ...the building with little stones, gathered at the brookside, whither we had gone to cool ourselves in the sultry noon of haying time. Unlike all other ... ...n looked strong and stately,—and woman, oh, how beautiful!—and the earth a green garden, blossoming with many colored delights. Thus Nature, whose law... ...oks of courtesy with eyes that were impenetrable beneath the glaze and the film. We passed, therefore, as if mutually invisible. I can nowise explain ...

...as no longer before him! He stared, and rubbed his eyes, but she was clean gone. Then ran he to the knolls and eminences that were scattered about, to... ...tures of the flocks. As she pressed the white arch of her feet on the soft green-mossed grasses by the shore of the lake she would let loose her hair,... ...he rising of the sun, and ere his setting, the youth rode swiftly from the green tents of the Emir his fa- ther, to waylay her by the waters of the la... ...ith her lover had come. Then when the sun was lighting with slant beam the green grass slope by the blue brook before her, Bhanavar arrayed herself an... ...uth revived somewhat, and looked upon her; but his sight was glazed with a film, and she sang her name to him ere he knew her, and the sad sweetness o... ...n my betrothed, there’s no loveliness for us in life, for the loveliest is gone; and let us die, Zoora, mare of Zurvan my betrothed, for what is dying... ...und thee in the desert, nigh dead. ’Tis so; and this morning will Ruark be gone to meet the challenge of Ebn Asrac, and they will fight at the foot of... ...en it sprang weakly, and sought to fly and soar, and fluttered; but a blue film lodged over its eyes, and its panting was quickly ended. So I looked a... ... treasures and profusion of jewels, and splen- did lazy growths and lavish filmy illuminations, and multi- tudinous pearls and sheering shells, that l...

...osoms,” he wrote; by which avowal it may be seen that youth had manifestly gone from him, since he had ceased to be jealous of the ancients. There was... ... as Rich- ard simply bowed in acknowledgment of the blow he thought he had gone too far. He did not know the young gentleman he was dealing with. Rich... ... had been there that night. Sir Aus- tin felt vaguely apprehensive. Has he gone to my room to await me? thought the father’s heart. Something like a t... ...od resolution, seems a sad downfall if we forget what human nature, in its green weedy spring, is composed of. Y oung Richard had quit- ted his cousin... ...he grew. Outwardly even her mother seemed absorbed in the sprouting of the green off-shoot of the Feverel tree, and Clare was his handmaiden, little m... ...ads were standing ready for the signal to plunge from the steep decline of greensward into the shining waters, Sir Austin called upon her to admire th... ...Sweet are the shy recesses of the woodland. The ray treads softly there. A film athwart the pathway quivers many-hued against purple shade fragrant wi... ...51 George Meredith nite influence upon us, and yet we cannot fasten on the filmy things and make them visible and distinct to ourselves, much less to ... ...ows), and perhaps the clear-thoughted, intensely self- examining gentleman filmily conceived, Me also, in com- mon with the poet, she gazes on as one ...

...carton with- out changing color at the beloved sight; he used to turn from green to yellow.” Mademoiselle Thuillier was considered the moving spirit o... ... looking through glasses has covered the pupils of his eyes with a sort of film. Between the ages of eighteen and thirty, young Thuillier had much suc... ...ss him; although that poor Madame Thuillier had made novenas, and had even gone, uselessly, to Notra-Dame de Liesse! He depicted Celeste in various li... ...lity. These pale men, rather stout, with somewhat dim and hazy eyes either green or blue, are the worst species of humanity in Provence; and Charles- ... ...tues are all that I could wish.” Madame Colleville, as soon as Celeste had gone to bed, said to her husband:— “Colleville, don’t utter those blunt opi... ...actise. The furniture consisted of a desk, an armchair, little curtains of green silk at the win- dows, a green carpet, shelves for lawyer’s boxes, an... ...ing a dramatic atti- tude; for once, at a moment of extreme penury, he had gone upon the stage. As he finished making his proposition some one rang at...

...y two passengers besides the driver. The color of its outside was a modest green, and that of its inside a fiery red, The latter was intended to conve... ... buildings, in addition to the uniformity of their color, were fitted with green blinds, which, at that season at least, were rather strangely contras... ... of smoke; the third was what Richard termed an invisible 36 The Pioneers green, an experiment that did not succeed against a background of sky . Aba... ... and a somewhat acute expression of her physiognomy. Her teeth were mostly gone, and what did remain were of a tight yellow. The skin of her nose was ... ...reply in the way of argument, and Richard thought, by the time that he had gone through the settle- ment, the point was conclusively decided in his fa... ...tion with the coarse attire of the woods. This wore a faded silk, that had gone through at least three generations, over coarse, woollen black stockin... ...he light of an eternal day . Then, indeed, it may be humbly hoped that the film which has been spread by the subtleties of earthly arguments will be d...

...idious of my critics to read than they were for me to describe. I may have gone too far; in which case I shall be careful not to trouble myself or my ... ...stunted, the former, at length, giving place to rough stone fences, partly greened over with ivy and moss, the latter to larches and Scotch fir-trees,... ...and the drought, it presented a very singular appearance indeed. The close green walls of privet, that had bordered the principal walk, were two-third... ...d the younger sister, with one of her arch, sidelong glances. ‘Papa’s just gone out into the parish, and not likely to be back for an hour!’ ‘Never mi... ...sciousness about her, that negatived all her advantages; and after she was gone, Rose interpreted to me her various looks, words, and actions with a m... ...ted away, leaving yet a thin ridge, here and there, lingering on the fresh green grass beneath the hedges; but beside them already, the young primrose... ...en that heart, supine and stupefied with self-indulgence, and re- move the film of sensual darkness from his eyes, but I could not. His injustice and ...

...iking in them, through the shadowy pine trees as through a doorway, at the green- grassed garden-path rising from the shadow of alders by the log brid... ...imeval, as when the Saxons came, so long ago. Ah, how he had loved it! The green garden path, the tufts of flowers, purple and white columbines, and g... ...urnt again into that old cot- tage, that was haunted already by so much by-gone, physical desire. You could not be in the dark room for an hour with- ... ... hour with- out the influences coming over you. The hot blood-desire of by-gone yeomen, there in this old den where they had lusted and bred for so ma... ...gs to be done, the house to be put into final repair after the workmen had gone, cushions and curtains to sew, the paths to make, the water to fetch a... ...ston of the gun sprang back, there was a sharp explosion, and a very faint film of smoke in the air. Then the other two guns fired, and there was a lu... ...n that shivers on the edge of the wild, gloomy country be- yond. There the green and creamy coloured tram-car seems to pause and purr with curious sat...

...g. He looked again, straining his keen blue eyes, that had a touch of the Viking in them, through the shadowy pine trees as through a doorway, at the greengrassed garden-path rising from the shadow of alders by the log bridge up to the sunlit flowers. Tall white and purple columbines, and the butt-end of the old Hampshire cottage that crouched near the earth amid flowers, ...

...ok for the key that she knew she had already put into her pocket. A narrow greenish mirror with a gilt eagle over it hung on the 4 Summer passage wal... ...e of Eagle Range,” enjoyed the acquaintance of W ashington Irving and Fitz-Greene Halleck, and been cut off in his flower by a fever contracted in Ita... ...rth Dormer, and a distant Hatchard relative at Springfield. “If you’d only gone to school!” she sighed. She followed Charity to the door, and there, i... ... and she leaned against the window, indifferently. She was impatient to be gone to the library, to hunt for the book on North Dormer. “See here,” he s... ... line of vision a blackberry branch laid its frail white flowers and blue- green leaves against the sky. Just beyond, a tuft of sweet-fern uncurled be... ... to the storm the house looked singularly desolate. The paint was al- most gone from the clap-boards, the window-panes were bro- ken and patched with ... ...ornaments were in place, and the corners of one ceiling re- tained a light film of plaster tracery. Harney had found an old bench at the back door and...