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... blue. In a handsome house in one of the outlying streets of the government town of O---- (it was in the year 1842) two women were sitting at an open window; one was about fifty, the other an old lady of seventy....

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...nt town of O—— (it was in the year 1842) two women were sitting at an open window; one was about fifty, the other an old lady of seventy. The name of ... ...ing a beautiful bay horse, was seen in the street, and stopped at the open window. Chapter III “HOW DO YOU DO, Marya Dmitrievna?” cried the young man ... ...oice. “How do you like my new pur- chase?” Marya Dmitrievna went up to the window. “How do you do, Woldemar! Ah, what a splendid horse! Where did you... ...y played some of Chopin’s mazurkas, which were then just coming into fash- ion. Dinner-time came; Lavretsky would have gone away, but they made him st... ...ores of all kinds! All the storehouses were full and overflowing. He was a manager. That very decanter, that you were pleased to admire, was his; he u...

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...saw a gray-haired man, a figure of hale age, sitting at a desk and writing: He seemed to be in a room in a tower, very high, so that through the tall window on his left one perceived only distances, a remote horizon of sea, a headland and that vague haze and glitter in the sunset that many miles away marks a city. All the appointments of this room were orderly and beautifu...

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... He seemed to be in a room in a tower, very high, so that through the tall window on his left one perceived only dis- tances, a remote horizon of sea,... ...nd, he added it to a growing pile upon a graceful little table un- der the window. His last done sheets lay loose, partly cover- ing others that were ... ...nd fro. I turned my head quickly that I might see more clearly through the window behind me, but it was too high for me to survey this nearer scene di... ...rcibly at the time, the absence of any discussion, any difference of opin- ion, about the broad principles of our present state. These men had lived h... ...aims, in which an innumerable and insatiable multitude of lawyers, agents, managers, bosses, organizers lived like fleas in a dirty old coat, the web ...

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...ore his hat and coat, standing with his back to her and staring out of the window at the falling 4 The Invisible Man snow in the yard. His gloved han... ...tor sat and listened to her retreating feet. He glanced inquiringly at the window before he removed his serviette, and resumed his meal. He took a mou... ...tte, and resumed his meal. He took a mouthful, glanced suspiciously at the window, took another mouth- ful, then rose and, taking the serviette in his... ...n’t blame me?” “I never blame anyone,” said Kemp. “It’s quite out of fash- ion. What did you do next?” “I was hungry. Downstairs I found a loaf and so... ...d we must hold a sort of council of war— get Hopps to help—and the railway managers. By Jove! it’s urgent. Come along—tell me as we go. What else is t...

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...he London sun did shine, it glared into my eyes through the great unshaded windows. There was a deal table for the meals (and very plain meals they we... ...e-handed; and, what was worse, he had been suspended outside a third story window by the wrists, held by a schoolfellow of thirteen! ‘But what was Gri... ...It only makes my heart beat fit to choke me whenever I go near the passage window.’ I could only utter a vain wish that I had been there and able to f... ...lder spirits, too much of a gentle- man for others, and in the eyes of the managers, and espe- cially of the senior partner, a disgraced, untrustworth... ...sed to the severe tasks of a ploughboy in the winter. Mrs. Fordyce was the manager of a book-club, which cir- culated volumes covered in white cartrid... ...kept for a month by each member in rotation, novels were excluded, and the manager had a veto on all orders. We found her more liberal than some of ou... ...er than I did. He showed considerable affection for Clarence after a fash- ion of his own, which we three perfectly understood, and preferred to anyth... ...sked us both, ‘her dear brother and sister,’ to be with her at her Commun- ion on All Saints’ Day. 191 Yo n g e She had written a little letter to Cl...

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...me who hap- pens to see you would cut your career short in a strange fash- ion. You would simply be Lucien’s mistress. “If you need me at any time, I ... ...cab was waiting for him at the door; and Mme. de Bargeton, standing by the window thinking over the posi- tion, chanced to see the elderly dandy drive... ...al effect of Paris is wholly en- grossing at first. The wealth in the shop windows, the high houses, the streams of traffic, the contrast everywhere b... ...etween Paris prices and prices in L ’Houmeau.” He gazed in at the tailors’ windows on the way, and thought of the costumes in the Garden of the T uile... ... put on, and persuaded his customer that all were in the very latest fash- ion. Lucien came out the owner of a green coat, a pair of white trousers, a... ...gement arranged to bring it out, the actors learned their parts, the stage manager urged on the rehearsals. Five several bits of luck, five dramas to ... ...ess of fame, who will fling his more commonplace productions to theatrical managers, and keep the most charming scenes in the seraglio of his brain fo... ...the Cafe Voltaire (but you don’t go there). I live by selling tickets that managers give me to bribe a good word in the paper, and reviewers’ copies o...

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... I accompanied the brisk matron up another barbarous stair- case, into a better kind of loft devoted to the idiotic and imbecile. There was at least L... ... next, and mar- shalled me the way that I was going. The Refractories were picking oakum, in a small room giving on a yard. They sat in line on a form... ...ose. We left them, there- upon, and began a long walk among the women who were simply old and infirm; but whenever, in the course of this same walk, I... ...ent race, replied, ‘Why, a river of water, I suppose,’ and spooned his soup into himself with a malignancy of hand and eye that blighted the amiable q... ..., ‘All ri-ight! Don’t hang yourself when you get there, Geo-o-rge!’ in a sarcastic tone, for which I had entertained some transitory thoughts of repor... ...persons each; the attendants were all young women, becomingly and neatly dressed, and dressed alike. I think the whole staff was female, with the exce... ...uspi- cion which our own unconscious impertinence has engen- dered, that it is scarcely gracious to criticise details as yet; the rather, because it i...

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... through the grimy streets of Port Burdock with his eye on the first floor windows—looking for balconies. A ladder in the yard flooded his mind with r... ...p was over; he had reached the sta- tus of an Improver, and he dressed the window of the Manchester department. By all the standards available he dres... ...” he used to say, “there’s one thing about my position here,—I can dress a window.” And when trouble was under discussion he would hold that “little F... ...idity and be- come excessively irritable, but the cousin’s wife was a born manager, and contrived to get along with him. Our Mr. Polly’s status was th... .... Won’t let me shop, she won’t, because I’m so keerless. She’s a wonderful manager, that girl. Minnie’s got some work at the carpet place. ‘Ope it won... ...9 H G Wells Presently Minnie came in with some vague grievance against the manager of the carpet-making place about his method of estimating piece wor... ...in’t there no police here?” and it was evident that once more public opin- ion was rallying to the support of Mr. Polly. “Oh, come on then all the LOT...

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...ia 5 “A pair, by the sound,” said he. “Yes,” he continued, glancing out of the window. “A nice little brougham and a pair of beauties. A hundred and fi... ...k to the door. Large sitting room on the right side, well furnished, with long windows almost to the floor, and those preposterous English window faste... ...a child could open. Behind there was nothing remarkable, save that the passage window could be reached from the top of the coach house. I walked round... ...ctions until there was not a red head to be seen except my own and that of the manager. “ ‘My name,’ said he, ‘is Mr. Duncan Ross, and I am myself one... ...e office after me. “This went on day after day, Mr. Holmes, and on Saturday the manager came in and planked down four golden sovereigns for my week’s w... ... to keep out the vile, stupefying fumes of the drug, and looking about for the manager. As I passed the tall man who sat by the brazier I felt a sudde... ... — ” Ryder threw himself down suddenly upon the rug and clutched at my compan ion’s knees. “For God’s sake, have mercy!” he shrieked. “Think of my fa... ...“But it needs a great deal of supplementing before anyone could offer an opin ion. I think that I may arrive at my facts most directly by questioning...

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...nswer. “Oh, he’s out shooting,” said I. Just then I saw through one of the windows a little hurri- cane-lamp burning. This was at four in the afternoo... ...low mud wall of the compound and make love to Miss V ezzis after the fash- ion of the Borderline, which is hedged about with much cer- emony. Michele ... ...Next week Michele was transferred, and Miss V ezzis dropped tears upon the window-sash of the “Intermediate” compart- ment as he left the Station. If ... ...e Telegraph Office. The Babu put on his cap and quietly dropped out of the window; while the Police Inspec- tor, afraid, but obeying the old race-inst... ...lency.” It was “His Excellency this,” “His Excellency that,” “In the opin- ion of His Excellency,” and so on. The Viceroy smiled; but he did not heed.... ...was the man who worked the big fraud on the Sind and Sialkote Bank. He was manager of an up-coun- try Branch, and a sound practical man with a large e... ...mkhana to a riding-picnic; and, between ten and four, “Mr. Reginald Burke, Manager of the Sind and Sialkote Branch Bank.” You might play polo with him... ... Directors of the Bank—it had its headquarters in Calcutta and its General Manager’s word carried weight with the Government—picked their men well. Th...

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...hang heavy in it, as if it would never get out; well may the stained glass windows lose their colour and admit no light of day into the place; well ma... ...kes a background for the falling rain. The view from my Lady Dedlock’s own windows is alternately a lead coloured view and a view in Indian ink. The v... ...ks so. Yet every dim little star revolving about her, from her maid to the manager of the Italian Opera, knows her weaknesses, prejudices, follies, ha... ... the door. As long as I could see the house, I looked back at it from the window through my tears. My godmother had left Mrs. Rachael all the little ... ...ldly said, “At all events, cousin John, I will thank you for the compan ion you have given me.” I felt as if she challenged him to run away. But he... ...ith brimstone as soon as you had made it. You would have a very mean opin ion of a Manchester man if he spun cotton for no other pur pose. He must s... ...eirs, executors, administrators, and assigns, are the born first ac tors, managers, and leaders, and no others can appear upon the scene for ever and... ...out fifty, I should think, youthfully dressed, and of a very fine complex ion. If I add to the little list of her accomplishments that she rouged a l...

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...his legal notices. Madame Cremiere was a stout woman, with a fair complex- ion injured by red blotches, always too tightly laced, intimate with Madame... ... garden, the house had only one room to the right, a salon lighted by four windows, two on the courtyard and two on the garden; but Levrault-Levrault ... ...urtyard and two on the garden; but Levrault-Levrault had used one of these windows to make 21 Balzac an entrance to a long greenhouse built of brick ... ...lowing tones of old age, happened to be, just then, in the full light of a window. As Madame Minoret came in sight of him the doctor’s blue eyes with ... ...teness of the straw and doing no despite to that of her beautiful complex- ion. Ursula dressed her own hair naturally (a la Berthe, as it was then cal... ...nerated; there would be no more misery. T o be benevolent after your fash- ion one must needs be a great philosopher; you rise to your principles thro... ...self, has concentrated all his affections on her, and has made himself the manager of her property in Nemours. Monsieur and Madame de Portenduere pass...

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...ffairs were continually the talk of all Los Muertos, was visible through a window of the house, busy at the week’s washing. Mrs. Hooven was a faded, c... ... deserted. No trains passed at this hour. From the direction of the ticket window, Presley heard the unsteady chittering of the telegraph key. In the ... ...ickly, and saw Dyke, the engineer, leaning on his folded arms from the cab window of the freight engine. But at the prospect of this further delay, Pr... ...tion. On no occa- sion was Annixter prepared to accept another man’s opin- ion without reserve. In conversation with him, it was al- most impossible t... ... ahead of him, and was anxious to be at it betimes. He was practically the manager of Los Muertos, and, with the aid of his foreman and three division... ...elieve the P. and S. W. intends to sell for two-fifty an acre, at all. The managers of the road want the best price they can get for everything in the... ...ternly, “are honest politics. You must look else- where for your political manager. I refuse to have any part in this matter. If the Railroad Commissi... ...ttle steel buckles. She found a tiny summer house, built in Japanese fash- ion, around a diminutive pond, and sat there for a while, her hands folded ... ...se hellup a boor womun.” One of the women paused, murmuring to her compan- ion, and from her purse extracted a yellow ticket which she gave to Mrs. Ho...

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...fellows —had, be- cause of his many years and many virtues, the only cush- ion on deck, and was lying on the only rug. The Accoun- tant had brought ou... ...h mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complex- ion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when yo... ...lost in the depths of the land. And as I looked at the map of it in a shop-window, it fascinated me as a snake would a bird—a silly little bird. Then ... ...de. “A narrow and deserted street in deep shadow, high houses, innumerable windows with venetian blinds, a dead silence, grass sprouting between the s... ...e river. I was thunderstruck. What, how, why? Oh, it was ‘all right.’ The ‘manager himself’ was there. All quite correct. ‘Every- body had behaved spl... ...ly! splendidly!’—’you must,’ he said in agitation, ‘go and see the general manager at once. He is waiting!’ “I did not see the real significance of th... .... They had started two days before in a sudden hurry up the river with the manager on board, in charge of some volunteer skipper, and before they had ... ...d scow. On the deck there were two little teak-wood houses, with doors and windows. The boiler was in the fore-end, and the machinery right astern. Ov...

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... but I cannot help it. I thought I should have fallen out of the staircase window as I came down from seeing dear Fanny, and that tiddy ickle sing.’ T... ...one?’ asked Mr Dombey. The Doctor shook his head. ‘We can do no more.’ The windows stood open, and the twilight was gathering without. The scent of th... ... the discus- sion at that point. Mrs Chick then walked majestically to the window and peeped through the blind, attracted by the sound of wheels. Mr C... ...e morning, that but for the incessant promptings of her black-eyed compan- ion, she would have abandoned all thoughts of the expedi- tion, and formall... ...I think it’s Mr Carker,’ said Walter. ‘Carker in our House. Not Carker our Manager, Miss Dombey—the other Carker; the Junior -Halloa! Mr Carker!’ ‘Is ... ...ed over his head, and though his brother (younger than he is), is our head Manager, you would be as much puzzled about him as I am.’ As Florence could... ...quencher to any number of candles. She was generally spoken of as ‘a great manager’ of children; and the secret of her management was, to give them ev... ...n, and noth- ing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fash- ion that came in with our first garments, and will last un- changed until o... ...s with her fan, and showing her false teeth, set off by her false complex- ion, ‘in the garden of what’s-its-name ‘Eden, I suppose, Mama,’ interrupted...

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... were covered by grape vines, others by roses climbing to the second-story windows, through which they wafted the fra- grance of their scattered bunch... ...which showed a front of white stone grooved in lines to represent courses, windows with closed gray blinds, and slender iron balconies decorated with ... ...inted yellow. Above the ground floor and the first floor were three dormer windows projecting from a slate roof; on the peak of the central one was a ... ...itor of the “Courrier” and the head of the party; the colonel, the working manager, was its arm; Rogron, by means of his purse, its nerves. The Tiphai...

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... THE WIND IS BLOWING and the sleet or rain is driving against the dark windows, I love to sit by the fire, thinking of what I have read in books o... ...and useful purposes in the United Kingdom, would be a set off against the Window T ax. He is one of the most shameless frauds and impositions of this... ...in a state of absolute starvation. If he made his necessities known to the Manager of the The atre, he put it to me to say what kind of treatment he ... ... oth ers, and every night they watched for it, standing hand in hand at a window. Whoever saw it first cried out, ‘I see the star!’ And often they cr... ...you like to air your Italian at our Great Pavilionstone Hotel? Talk to the Manager—always conversational, accomplished, and polite. Do you want to be ... ...t added up. But public amusements are scarce with us. If a poor theatrical manager comes with his company to give us, in a loft, Mary Bax, or the Murd... ...tes to relate of the royal nursery. He gives you the judge’s private opin ion of Sludge the murderer, and his thoughts when he tried him. He happens ...

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...mes’s Street, with all the heads of my friends looking out of all the club windows. My reputation is gone. I frighten no man more. My nose is pulled b... ...le, smiling, laying his hand to his heart); “but there stands Smith at the window: He has measured me; and some day the others will find me out too.” ... ...oodgate’s bric-a-brac shop, which I never can pass without delaying at the windows—indeed, if I were going to be hung, I would beg the cart to stop, a... ...t in Europe, and as for the Countess Rachel, she was known to be the chief manager of that enor- mously wealthy establishment. There was only one litt... ...sitting on it now, or on the floor? I am puzzled. But enough. If the fash- ion for sensation novels goes on, I tell you I will write one in fifty volu...

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... about an acre of plate glass under the Royal arms on Mr. Eglantine’s shop-window; and at night, when the gas is lighted, and the washballs are illumi... ...e that he is a creature who has those odious, simpering wax figures in his window, that are called by the vulgar dummies? He is above such a wretched ... ...his own head chopped off, and placed as a trunkless decoration to his shop-window, as allow a dummy to figure there. On one pane you read in elegant g... ... has promised to take me to the Opera,” and so forth. And that evening the manager, 47 Thackeray Mr. Gawler, the first tragedian, Mrs. Serle and her ... ...econd place of honour, and on her ladyship’s left hand, sat Mr. Slang, the manager of one of the theatres; a gentleman whom my Lady Thrum would scarce... ...he present occasion, we did not quit the dinner- table until Mr. Slang the manager was considerably excited by wine, and music had been heard for some... ...boys, who were looking on. Little boys always like to see a little compan- ion of their own soundly beaten. “There!” said Berry, looking into Biggs’s ...

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...mber of benches heaped with horse-collars, rope, and sheepskins; while the window-seat accommo- dated a sbitentshik*, cheek by jowl with a samovar**— ... ...ar loaf while the old housekeeper is cutting it into cubes before the open window, and the children of the house crowd around her to watch the movemen... ...their womenfolk, fat of feature and swathed of bo- som, gazed out of upper windows, and the windows be- low displayed, here a peering calf, and there ... ...erament. True, he pondered over the incident, but in more deliberate fash- ion than a younger man would have done. That is to say, his reflections wer... ...e also to remark that his conduct would hardly seem to bear out your opin- ion—he seems so gentle a man.” And in proof of this Chichikov cited the pur... ...attractive, so that we might forget ourselves a little.” In the same fash- ion does a landowner say to his bailiff: “Why do you come and tell me that ... ...e contrary, everything is in splendid order, for my brother is the best of managers.” “Then to find things wearisome!” exclaimed Chichikov. “It passes... ...ue orders to officials not under its jurisdiction?” (2) “Why has the Chief Manager permit- ted his predecessor, though still in retention of his post,...

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...ringly was it polished. There were meat-safe-looking blinds in the parlour-windows, blue and gold curtains in the drawing-room, and spring- roller bli... ... servant, taken off her guard. The two young men turned their faces to the window, and ‘went off’ like a couple of bottles of ginger-beer; the ladies ... ...f those chef- d’oeuvres of art surmounting the waxen images in Bartellot’s window in Regent-street; his whiskers meet- ing beneath his chin, seemed st... ...enson to Mrs. Tibbs. ‘Go into the parlour, sir,’ said Agnes to her compan- ion. ‘You will get there, before whoever it is, gets to the top of the kitc... ...erson. This will ensure our hav- ing a pleasant party, you know. ’ ‘What a manager you are!’ interrupted Mrs. Taunton again. ‘Charming!’ said the love... .... She looks uncommon well this morning. ’ ‘She does, indeed, ’ replied the manager, in a state of ecstasy which it is impossible to describe. The deck... ...empronius had been, in the most handsome manner, unanimously elected stage-manager. ‘Evans,’ continued Mr. Gattleton, the younger, addressing a tall, ... ... remarkable coinci- dence, happened to entertain a directly contrary opin- ion, and Heaven knows how far the altercation would have proceeded, if it h...