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...als into the darkness of the pine-woods, there is always the faint tang of ice on the air, and the rush of hoarse-sounding water. And the ice and the ... ...he pupil small, tightened, the iris keen, like sharp light shining on blue ice. Their large, full-moulded limbs and erect bodies are distinct, separat... ...timber, or steering the raft down the river which is all effervescent with ice; whether it is drinking in the Gasthaus, or making love, or playing som... ... Italy place. The road went beside the river, that was seething with snowy ice-bubbles, under the rocks and the high, wolf-like pine-trees, between th... ...the bluish sky, a frail moon had put forth, like a thin, scalloped film of ice floated out on the slow current of the coming night. And a bell sounded... ...ther of the young pert person of Ghosts. Nevertheless, Adelaida, stout and blonde and soft and pa- thetic, is the real heroine of the theatre, the pri... ... she is dear, at any rate to the masculine soul, this soft, tear-blenched, blonde, ill-used thing. She must be ill-used and unfortunate. Dear Gretchen... ... is her modern uniform. Her antique gar- ment is of trailing white, with a blonde pigtail and a flower. Realistically, it is black voile and a handker... ...e as a bird, and hard with energy as a thunderbolt. He will dance with the blonde signora. But he never speaks. He is like some violent natural phenom...

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...t hove ‘em in and went for more. Well, at last he could hardly flop his wings, he was so tuckered out. He comes a-dropping down, once more, sweating l... ...simply said: “I consider them kind of seeg’yars dangersome,”—and seemed to suspect nothing. The next evening Nicodemus waylaid George and poured a buc... ...ed to delight to pet it and dandle it and play with it.” “So did I.” “You named it. What was that name? I can’t call it to mind.” It appeared to me th... ...t man would need good nerves who proposed to travel up it or down it either. During the latter part of the afternoon we cooled our roast- ing interior... ...rom clear streams, the only really satisfying water we had tasted since we left home, for at the hotels on the continent they merely give you a tum- b... ...The contents of the sack were spread upon a long table, and officially inventoried, as fol- lows: Portions of three human skulls. Several tufts of bla...

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...rder was reversed. Her youth was wrapped in the snows of knowledge and the ice of reflection. This transposition is, in truth, an additional explanati... ...pyrus that they wrapped round mummies. Personally, Beatrix is one of those blondes beside whom Eve the fair would seem a Negress. She is slen- der and... ... poor brown things of a precious diversity; there are a hundred ways for a blonde to charm, and only one for a bru- nette. Besides, blondes are more w... ... Etienne Lousteau the feuilletonist, like Nathan the dramatic author, like Blondet, another journalist, he came from the ranks of the bourgeoi- sie, t... ... not warm its idol; and when I meet your eye, so cold, so stern, I turn to ice within me. Your disdain, that is the acting force between us, not my wo... ... tender with bones like hers. Eve was fair; brown women descend from Adam, blondes come from the hand of God, which left upon Eve his last thought aft... ...alusian.” “Alas!” she said, dropping on a sofa, “I may never make myself a blonde, but I know if this continues I shall soon be thirty-five years old....

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...n to the door T o call the little child, Who cannot thank them, for the ice That on her lisping piled. XCII ’T IS an honorable thoug... ... For death was that, and this is thee. 242 CXXVII BEFORE the ice is in the pools, Before the skaters go, Or any cheek at nightfall ... ...ing the sod gown— Bonnet of Everlasting laces— Brooch frozen on! Horses of blonde— And coach of silver, Baggage a strapped Pearl! Journey of Down And ... ...could not stop for Death, 190 Before I got my eye put out, 40 Before the ice is in the pools, 242 Before you thought of spring, 85 Belshazzar had ...

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... piano. Being a light- complexioned woman, she wore light clothes, as most blondes will, and appeared, in preference, in draggled sea-green, or slatte... ...nd deep. He would say it was a warm evening, or ask his partner to take an ice, with a tone as sad and confidential as if 205 Thackeray he were break... ...th her—a flame of yours? O, you wicked men! And there is Mr. Sedley eating ice, I declare: how he seems to enjoy it! General, why have we not had any ... ...-room fire (for the men came to her house to finish the night; and she had ice and coffee for them, the best in London): “I must have a sheep-dog.” “A... ... portly, brass-buttoned, noble-looking, polite, and prosy—the young ladies blonde, timid, and in pink—the mothers grand, beautiful, sumptuous, solemn,...

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...escribes her in his ‘Recollections’ as a splendid brune, eclipsing all the blondes coming near her: and ‘what is more, the beautiful creature can talk... ... Emma. ‘The world will read them, dear,’ said Diana, and struck herself to ice. She broke from the bitter frigidity in fury. ‘They are letters—none ve... ... he lifts us to rather a higher level of intellectual friendship. When the ice has melted— and it is thick at first—he pours forth all his ideas witho... ...says what he can for her. But you must be in the last extremity, or she is ice. His appeal to her has been totally disregarded. Until he drops down in... ...e, T ony, my dearest, I am flesh and blood after all.’ ‘You drive me to be ice and door-bolts!’ Her eyes broke over him reproachfully. ‘It is not so m... ...ped and squeezeable, he produced more substantial stuff. The background of ice in Dacier’s composition was brought to the front by his righteous conte... ...that wild snapdragon bowl, called the Upper class; and she was angelically blonde, a straw-coloured Beauty. ‘A lovely wheat sheaf, if the head were ri...

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...orth as freedom, wisdom as to wit, Fearless — because no feeling dwells in ice, Its very courage stagnates to a vice. Where shall I turn me not ... ... The greater part of these were ready spread With viands and sherbets in ice—and wine Kept for all comers at all hours to dine. Of all the dr... ...ur snow less pure than our morality; The sun, which yearly melts the polar ice, Has quite the contrary effect on vice. Thus in the East they are... ...rch’s seat of honour; gay Damsels, and dances, revels, ready money, Made ice seem paradise, and winter sunny. The favour of the empress was agre... ...ive. Perhaps he long’d in bitter frosts for climes In which the Neva’s ice would cease to live Before May day: perhaps, despite his duty, In... ...at him with some small ‘agacerie. ’ She was a fine and somewhat full blown blonde, Desirable, distinguish’d, celebrated For several winters in...

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... Mrs. May, Amy May, notorious wife of a fighting captain, the loneliest of blondes; and other ladies, other gentlemen, Mr. Morsfield in the list, pair... ...st courteously requested the honour of an in- troduction. I had broken the ice at last; from that moment he was cordiality itself, until—I will not sa... ...ere, you know; and there was a time when the lovely innocent Amy, Queen of Blondes, held the seat of the Queen of Brunes. Ah, my dear, the infidelity ... ... was inattentive to Mrs. Lawrence’s answer. The allu- sion of the Queen of Blondes had stung her in the unac- knowledged regions where women discard t... ...ht of men. Yet it seemed that he could not have written so to the Queen of Blondes. And she, by repute, was as dangerous to slight as he to attract. H... ...ght as he to attract. Her indifference exonerated him. Besides, a Queen of Blondes would not draw the hearts out of men in England, as in Italy and in... ...ow her forth. His ruddied skin had gone to pallor resem- bling the berg of ice on the edge of Arctic seas, when sun- light has fallen away from it. 2...

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...e more with little offerings from Florine’s boudoir? Bravo, old chap!” and Blondet released Finot to put his arm affectionately around Lucien and pres... ...or of a review on which Lucien had worked for almost nothing, and to which Blondet gave the benefit of his collaboration, of the wisdom of his suggest... ...on, of the wisdom of his suggestions and the depth of his views. Finot and Blondet embodied Bertrand and Raton, with this difference—that la Fontaine’... ...t la Fontaine’s cat at last showed that he knew himself to be duped, while Blondet, though he knew that he was being fleeced, still did all he could f... ...fields of the dissolute life led by men engaged in letters or in politics. Blondet, for his sins, had placed his powers at the service of Finot’s vice... ...ength aroused, upon a nature over which depravity had laid a sheet of foul ice now thawed in the sunshine of faith. “Why did I not die!” was the only ... ...c for nothing—” “Georches, I shall be dying of despair. I hafe cold—I hafe ice on mein heart—no more of Esther, my good friend.” Georges was always th... ...y were cold. This scene of scalding tears shed on the Baron’s head, and of ice-cold feet that he tried to warm, lasted from midnight till two in the m... ...ndsomer than she was six years ago.” “Perhaps she has preserved herself in ice like Madame d’Espard and Madame Zayonchek,” said the Comte de Brambourg...

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...my way?” Dyke hesitated in some confusion, tugging at the ends of his fine blonde beard. “No, no. I guess I’ll leave you here. I’ve got—got other thin... ...e engineer, big-boned. Powerful, deep-voiced, good- natured, with his fine blonde beard and massive arms, re- hearsing the praises of his little daugh... ... her; wouldn’t know her for the same little girl; and the beer had been on ice since morn- ing. Presley and Vanamee could not well refuse. They climbe... ...f the parlor. The two men were presented and the beer was had from off the ice. “Mother,” said Dyke, as he wiped the froth from his great blond beard,... ... and chicken. At the end the paper caps were brought on, together with the ice cream. All up and down the tables the pulled “crackers” snapped continu... ... and time-table whenever there was a stop; twice he rose to get a drink of ice water, and between whiles was forever sitting up in the narrow berth, s... ...l, unless he excepted the corner wash-stand, on which was set a pitcher of ice water, covered with a clean, stiff napkin. A man, evidently some sort o...

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... piano. Being a light- complexioned woman, she wore light clothes, as most blondes will, and appeared, in preference, in draggled sea-green, or slatte... ...nd deep. He would say it was a warm evening, or ask his partner to take an ice, with a tone as sad and confidential as if 205 Thackeray he were break...

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...e’s daughter where she stood, Melissa, with her hand upon the lock, A rosy blonde, and in a college gown, That clad her like an April daffodilly (Her ... ...ms that float us each and all To the issue, goes, like glittering bergs of ice, Throne after throne, and molten on the waste Becomes a cloud: for all... ...some wild shore with ribs of wreck, Or like an old-world mammoth bulked in ice, Not to be molten out.’ And roughly spake My fath... ... thou snare him in the white ravine, Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice, That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls 66 The Princess To roll th...

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...col- lection which would lead to repining. And when at Cape Horn, a mighty ice mountain drifted within view, spired, pinnacled, encrusted with whitene... ...ened the ball with Lord Francis. I remember you had violet satin and white blonde.’ ‘My dear, how can you remember such things! You were a little bit ... ...strain the hot tears that arose at the thought of the wintry morning, when ice-drops hung hoary on the fir-trees, as she had driven away from the port...

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...rls, whose hearts were blooming beneath the snow of maternal rigor and the ice of devotion. This fact explains Schmucke and the girlhood of the two Ma... ...f a worn-out existence. Beside those springtide flowers he was putting the ice of winter; hoary experience with young and innocent ignorance. After so... ... of the wittiest, but also one of the laziest writers of that epoch, Emile Blondet, celebrated behind closed doors, highly praised by journalists, but... ...d doors, highly praised by journalists, but unknown beyond the bar- riers. Blondet himself was well aware of this; he indulged in no illusions, and, a... ...rs and persons of true taste. “Make another failure like that,” said Emile Blondet, “and you’ll be immortal.” But instead of continuing in that diffic... ...s, the Rastignacs, and the Roche-Hugons, who had stepped into power. Emile Blondet, the victim of incurable hesitation and of his innate repug- nance ... ...t see her,” said Raoul. “Oh! but you will see her, you scamp!” cried Emile Blondet, who was standing by. “Lady Dudley is going to ask you to her grand...

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...ad of the great banking house in Paris. This young man with a livid face—a blonde of the type with black eyes, whose immovable glance has an indescrib... ...target of its arrows and a member of the unnum- bered tribe of Niobes. Her blonde wig, carefully curled and well arranged upon her head, became the co... ...onged to the type of woman called, perhaps in memory of Eve, the celestial blonde; whose satiny skin is like a silk paper applied to the flesh, shudde... ...e sole representative of the Mignon de La Bastie, approved the love of the blonde Bettina, whose beauty an artist (at that time there really was one i... ...d attachments are genuine and natural. And how could he fail to adore that blonde beauty, escaping, as it were, from the canvas of Durer, gifted with ... ...pprove your choice, if you do choose him; but you will never love him. The ice of egotism, and the burning heat of ecstasy both produce indifference i...

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...diant red hair and a thin skin which hinted of too much candy and too many ice cream sodas. Babbitt did not show his vague irritation as he tramped in... ...ted nothing. His scarf was an enormous black silk wad. His flaxen hair was ice-smooth, pasted back without parting. When he went to school he would ad... ...at deal of money (in itself a virtue). It possessed a non-conducting fiber ice-container, a porcelain water-jar (guaranteed hy- gienic), a drip-less n... ...t was offensive. It was as neat, and as negative, as a block of artificial ice. The fireplace was unsoftened by downy ashes or by sooty brick; the bra... ...n’t forget to call in at Vecchia’s 94 Babbitt on the way home and get the ice cream. Their delivery- wagon is broken down, and I don’t want to trust ... ...s disconcerting. Zilla was an ac- tive, strident, full-blown, high-bosomed blonde. When she condescended to be good-humored she was nervously amusing....

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...blocked trucks, splitting it into fragments, as a blow annihilates a cake of ice, Jimmie’s team could usually be observed high and safe, with whole wh... ...ce of a boy who was hurry ing by with his hands buried in his overcoat, his blonde locks bobbing on his youthful temples, and a cheery smile of uncon...

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...gasaki, while I roast a battered heart before the shrine of a big Kentucky blonde, who had for a nurse when she was little a negro “mammy.” By consequ... ...om the halves 54 American Notes of swine, for whose behoof great lumps of ice were being pitched in at the window. That room was the mortuary cham- b...

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...disarranged his own plans for a whole winter. How this miracle of fire and ice was to be created, and to sustain itself in a harsh world, he had never... ...er huge fan of eagle feathers. Having greeted Mrs. Lovell Mingott, a large blonde lady in creaking satin, he sat down beside his be- trothed, and said... ... her dull; but dressed like an idol, hung with pearls, growing younger and blonder and more beautiful each year, she throned in Mr. Beaufort’s heavy b... ... been persuaded to come, actually wore her mother’s cam- eos and a Spanish blonde shawl. The Countess Olenska was the only young woman at the dinner; ... ...f the noisy friendly parties at 91 Edith Wharton Highbank, with coasting, ice-boating, sleighing, long tramps in the snow, and a general flavour of m... ... pertaining to a week-end at Highbank. In the morning he had a spin in the ice-boat with his hostess and a few of the hardier guests; in the afternoon... ...was simply the inner glow of happiness, shining through like a light under ice. “W ear, dearest? I thought a trunkful of things had come from Paris la... ...k- ing up he saw before him the youngest and largest of the Blenker girls, blonde and blowsy, in bedraggled muslin. A red blotch on one of her cheeks ... ... the familiar setting of giant roses and pen-wiper pansies, the same large blonde vic- tim was succumbing to the same small brown seducer. From the st...

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...e able to enter into such feelings as ours. Grauben was a lovely blue-eyed blonde, rather given to gravity and seriousness; but that did not pre- vent... ...ure the fourteenth, fifteenth and sixteenth letters made the English word ‘ice’; the eighty-third and two following made ‘sir’; and 21 Jules Verne in... ... sentence! What connec- tion could there possibly be between such words as ice, sir, anger, cruel, sacred wood, changeable, mother, bow, and sea? The ... ... that in a document written in Iceland there should be mention of a sea of ice; but it was quite another thing to get to the end of this cryptogram wi... ...itude of Iceland nearly all the active volcanoes discharge through beds of ice. Hence this term of jokul is applied to all the eruptive moun- tains in... ...removed from their fellow creatures, poor exiles relegated to this land of ice, poor creatures who should have been Esquimaux, since nature had condem...