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...ed his face to the moon. It seemed to help him; in its brilliance amid the blonde heavens it seemed to transcend fretfulness. It would front the waves... ...sleep,’ said he, ‘for the sake of waking like this. I was dreaming of huge ice-crystals.’ She smiled at him. He seemed unconscious of fate, happy and ...

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...et. “Elles sont toujours au premier rang a l’eglise et a la promenade; une blonde superbe, une jolie espiegle, une belle brune.” “Exactly.” “Lovely cr... ... a marked silence on the point—I determined, coute qui coute, to break the ice of this silly reserve. I selected Sylvie as my informant, because from ... ...n- dulge in a passion for millions of shiploads of soil, timber, snow, and ice.” “Not so mad as you who love nothing.” “There’s a method in my madness...

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...present in the countess’s salon last evening. The chief talkers were Emile Blondet of the “Debats,” and Monsieur Bixiou, the caricaturist, one of the ... ...don’t see how he can rise any higher after all that success.” “That,” said Blondet, “is a regular Bixiou opinion.” “No doubt; and well-founded it is. ... ...nor the sixteenth century.” “Has Dorlange any such delusions?” asked Emile Blondet. “He? he will talk to you by the hour of returning to the life of t... ...ou please, to go to work?” “Beautiful theory of a do-nothing!” cried Emile Blondet, laughing. “No, my dear fellow, I am talking truth. The curfew no l... ...I mean political interests.” “Does he want to be a statesman?” asked Emile Blondet, sarcastically. “Yes, no doubt that’s in his famous programme of un... ...of the Chambers. But in the presence of the man to whom I owed my life the ice in me was instantly melted; I stepped forward with an eager impulse, fe...

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...e present century is likely to bequeath such dreams to the Nathans and the Blondets of the year 1923; you shall estimate the distance at which we now ... ... was not an opera setting. A kitchen reveals human beings. Now imagine ME, Blondet, who shiver as if in the polar regions at Saint-Cloud, in the midst... ...hed paper books. What is to become of us? Adieu; continue to care for Your Blondet. 19 Balzac If this letter, dashed off by the idlest pen of the cen... ... all its facets. Unless some particular interest attaches us, as it did in Blondet’s case, to scenes honored by the steps and lighted by the eyes of a... ...he delicate atten- tions of one of the most charming women in Paris, Emile Blondet was able to feel once more the long forgotten de- lights of a truan... ...es, the isles, the hermitage, the dairy, the ruined temple, the Babylonian ice-house, and all the other delusions invented by landscape architects whi... ...ue; though in France they are often in danger of being injured by snow and ice. This phenom- enon is due, no doubt, to some favorable exposure, and to... ...accomplished cavalry officer like Montcornet, guileless, confident, a nov- ice in business, and little fitted to understand details in the management ...

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...he said, and drew up his clenched fists with rage, as if pumping. ‘Cold as ice! Not a flaw. She is a lantern with no light in it—crystal, if you like.... ... without altering the level of his glass, said, ‘She’s as cool as a lemon- ice. That girl will be a mother of heroes. To have volcanic fire and the ma... ...t example of your English,” Laura said. “Brave, good, devoted, admi- rable—ice at the heart. The judge of others, of course. I al- ways respected her;... ...at the door to hand her in. He was young and handsome, with a soft flowing blonde moustache and pleasant eyes, a contrast to his brother Count Lenkens... ...sh out and hang over the boat. “Witch! traitress! infernal ghost! heart of ice!” and in English “hum- bug!” and in French “coquin!”:—these were a few ... ...rs half fruit; the sources of the rivers above are set about with fangs of ice, while the full flat stream runs to a rose of sunlight. High among the ...

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...asses. ‘And throng to her, sigh to her, you that can breach The ice-wall that guards her securely; You have not such bliss, though she... ...e days when they had hearts being gone, they are haply divided between the blonde and the brunette; the aquiline nose and the Proserpine; this shaped ... ... had ever met. All kinds of problematic notions beset him. She was cold as ice, she hated talk about love, and she was branded by the world. A rumour ...

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...medics led Ben and Amire to another ambulance. No! Kelly felt a chill like ice pushed down the back of his shirt. He shuddered right before the Pull. ... ...a woman's face—his new face—flashed before his mind's eye: long wavy honey-blonde hair framing delicate wane features and blue-gray eyes. Kelly's hand... ...m lip in defeat and nodded. She forked a hand through her daughter's honey-blonde locks. Tyler felt like he was watching an older sister comfort her y... ... Heavy D being the most prominent. Nothing resembling Wu Tang Clan, NWA or Ice Cube music extolling the virtues of racism, cop-killing or defiance of ... ...lder. He grabbed a glass from an overhead cabinet, tossed several cubes of ice into the glass then poured milk over the ice. A man after his own heart... ...n heart, Kelly thought. He didn't know too many people who liked milk over ice. New Life Incognita by Gracie C. McKeever 164 Tyler came to the table ... ..." Dagny had been a vain and materialistic kid, had played the spoiled rich ice princess for all it had been worth. She'd been reckless and carefree in...

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...back. With a disgusted grimace, she raked fingers through her newly streaked blonde hair. “Damn, girl, get a grip. You made the decision last night, a... ...ld firmly in your mind, you could stand in the rift until you turned into an ice cube and not get anywhere. For the past seven years, Dirkk and Thomas... ...silver flask. Her eyebrows rose as he uncorked the flask. “Yes. Tis Fire and Ice, but a drop will not harm her.” Kelsey had tried the dwarven liquor o... ...me. It will disinfect my hands.” The dwarf handed over the flask of Fire and Ice. “Oh, God,” Regan moaned. “I have to push.” “Get those pants off her.... .... All carefully selected by my grandfather, but none of them could touch the Ice Queen’s heart.” Ben frowned. “The Ice Queen?” “That’s what daddy numb... ... Ben frowned. “The Ice Queen?” “That’s what daddy number two called her. The Ice Queen.“ Delilah smiled. “At first I thought it was a beau- tiful name... ...ale masculine lines with fine soft hair on his stomach and lower, so light a blonde as to be almost colorless. A sensuous lethargy coursed through her...

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... her son was the neighbor woman, Rita (who thought of herself as Lily), with blonde hair and glasses, and that a nuclear bomb had gone off somewhere n... ... friends; and yet some of unknown Antarctica, a dreamy non-asthmatic land of ice mountains and valleys. In such a place dreamed about and sketched fro... ... It was a partially adult caricature of a being standing proudly alone on an ice mountain. She drew its contumely as master of itself in all of its a... ... a McDonalds with an Internet caf? underneath, Pizza Hut, and Baskin-Robbins Ice cream shops. One could always find M&M chocolate candies and shirts d... ...n benign whims, and following nothing but the occasional orphic music of the ice- cream truck, her son would be a self-contained paradigm of happiness... ... in the cut cocunut shells and fruit on a stick salesmen pushing their glass ice and fruit carts. She spent most of her time downtown. On the sidewa... ...ols and stores. There, in her home on the day of the party, she noticed that blonde-headed, frosty-pigmented man with the unmemorable name sitting the... ...re standing. Still there a corner of her was, a conspicuous being with quasi-blonde hair and an aloofness no less "unfriendly," as Michael spoke of he...

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...ak hills. A young guy with sunglasses was at the wheel. A woman with dyed blonde hair sat beside him, doing her lipstick in the rearview mirror. The... ...plating the great mysteries of the Story. ‘I could kill for some pizza and ice cream,’ Bozo announced suddenly. ‘When do we go to New York?’ ‘Already... ...his head in a public fountain. It felt as though the water was turning to ice in his hair. The effects of the tear gas diminished a little, but now ... ...ing fell, city trucks were out spread- ing salt to prevent the build up of ice. Theo sat back and let his mind wan- der, feeling safe for the f rst ti...

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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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...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...

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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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...uld wish for as the mother of my future wife. Mademoiselle de Lorges was a blonde, with a complexion and figure perfect, a very amiable face, an extre... ... the rainbow, according to the person with whom she had to deal: she was a blonde Fury, nay more, a harpy: she had all the effrontery of one, and the ... ... this bed-room (which was close to the kitchen), so frozen, that pieces of ice fell into our glasses as we poured out from them. The second frost ruin... ...who wished to strengthen himself, said, washing his fingers over the chal- ice, “fill right up.” He swallowed all at a draught, and did not perceive u... ...f the League, it is a pleasure to see the author glide over that dangerous ice on his Jesuit skates! In due time critics condemned the work which, aft... ... the first place to the embarrassment of the Queen, and tried to melt this ice. Everybody withdrew, in order to leave the two alone. Then the conversa... ...e evening, two days before Christmas, the ground all covered with snow and ice, and the cold extreme and very sharp and bitter, as it always is in Spa... ...686. M. le Duc de Berry was of ordinary height, rather fat, of a beautiful blonde complexion, with a fresh, handsome face, indicating excellent health...

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...f know- ing that she had never looked so well in her life. She was a large blonde and, when she chose, carried herself superbly. After the dinner at t... ...ears must do; But our great Diana was always new— Fresh, and blooming, and blonde, and fair, With azure eyes and with aureate hair; And all the folk, ... ..., too. Ovid in exile drank no worse. Better. It was frozen. Alas! I had no ice. Good-night. I would intro- 180 Plain Tales from the Hills duce you to...

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...ths, and feel so strongly that the Heaven he looks up to is but a vault of ice,—that these two indications, leading to the same conclusion, go far to ... ...things he said; a strange effulgence of wild drollery flashing through the ice of earnest pain and sorrow. He looked paler than usual: almost for the ... ...well-boned wiry figure, perhaps an inch or two from six feet in height; of blonde complexion, without color, yet not pale or sickly; dark- blonde hair...

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...eem wonderfully well.” “Yes, I am—and you?” said Minoret, feeling that the ice was now broken. “As you see.” “Does magnetism prevent people from dying... ... and the laugh was echoed by Lucien de Rubempre, Maxime de Trailles, Emile Blondet, and others of the fashionable young men of the day. “Though de Mar... ...st it teaches you to understand life, politics, men,—and sometimes women.” Blondet concluded the lesson by a paraphrase from La Fontaine: “The world s... ...must say I never troubled my head seriously for that rather insipid little blonde,” he added, smiling at the sub- 193 Balzac prefect’s wife (who was ...

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...lace at home knew him again, and made the acquaintance also of a handsome, blonde young woman, of redundant contours, speaking a foreign tongue. The f... ...to produce a respon- sive interest. And then he thought it would break the ice to say something playfully urbane. “Oh, you should let me take the chai... ...ner’s bill. Giacosa has turned up again, looking as if he had been kept on ice at Ancona, for her return.” “What sort of education,” Rowland asked, “d... ...eting at Geneva that Roderick had men- tioned Miss Garland’s name, but the ice being broken, he indulged for some time afterward in frequent allusions... ...he past month in such intolerable expectancy of disaster that now that the ice was broken, and the fatal plunge taken, his fore- most feeling was almo... ...ad the tenderness to appreciate. Talking with him was like skating on thin ice, and his compan- ions had a constant mental vision of spots designated ...

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...gustingly fit. CURTISS. Good Lord, how truly magnificent! Was there enough ice? When I mangled garbage there I got one whole lump—nearly as big as a w... ...ends a glance to the Vaynor man, who tries vainly to combine a mouthful of ice pudding, a smirk of self- satisfaction, a glare of intense devotion, an... ...elberg, who, on the faith of a call, went into the wilderness and took the blonde, blue-eyed Lotta with him. ‘We will these Heathen now by idolatrous ...