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...ng a man but little used to that form of address): and said, ‘Mrs Dombey , my—my dear.’ A transient flush of faint surprise overspread the sick lady’s... ...dy’s face as she raised her eyes towards him. ‘He will be christened Paul, my—Mrs Dombey—of course.’ She feebly echoed, ‘Of course,’ or rather express... ...ame tone as before. Those three words conveyed the one idea of Mr Dombey’s life. The earth was made for Dombey and Son to trade in, and the sun and mo... ...mbey—and Son. He had risen, as his father had before him, in the course of life and death, from Son to Dombey, and for nearly twenty years had been th... ...t all too young for his purpose. He mentioned several instances of boys in Greek at about the same age. If I have any little uneasiness in my own mind... ...outs of bushes, under Doctor Blimber’s cultivation. Every descrip- tion of Greek and Latin vegetable was got off the driest twigs of boys, under the f... ...ort, that made his face very red, pulled up the silver watch, which was so big, and so tight in his pocket, that it came out like a bung. ‘W al’r,’ sa... ...,’ retorted Mr Dombey. ‘No.’ ‘Charming woman, Sir,’ said the Major, with a fat laugh rising in his short throat, and nearly suffocating him. ‘Miss Tox...

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...at direction than he could find an opening for in the man- ner of the large affable lady who sat there drawing a pair of soiled gants de Suede through... ... “delicate,” and that he looked intelligent—it is true Pemberton wouldn’t have enjoyed his being stupid—only added to the sug- gestion that, as with h... ...hey’ll give you anything you like,” the boy remarked unexpectedly, returning from the window. “We don’t mind what anything costs—we live awfully well.... ...ent innocent eyes at Pemberton, who had already had time to notice that from one moment to the other his small satiric face seemed to change its time ... ... yet, however, of a but- tonhole but feebly floral and a moustache with no pre- tensions to type. The girls had hair and figures and man- ners and sma... ...and looked over the sea at the pink western lights, he said suddenly to his comrade: “Do you like it, you know—being with us all in this intimate way?... ...stared. He had learnt enough French slang from Morgan to know that to filer meant to cut sticks. “Ah my dear fellow, don’t turn me off!” Morgan pulled... ...oy replied rum- maging his book. Pemberton was silent, then he went on: “I say, what are you hunting for? They pay me beautifully.” “I’m hunting for t... ...exercise and even somewhat for warmth—the Moreens were horribly frugal about fires; it was a cause of suffer- ing to their inmate—walked up and down t...

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...ter, Master Sam,” replied rather pettishly the maid who had brought in the big black kettle. “Bread and butter! I call it bread and scrape!” solemnly ... ...spectable Alderney cow. “I think it would be better not to grumble, Susan, my dear,” replied, in a low voice, a pleasant dark-eyed young lady who was ... ... have done it!” he cried triumphantly. “Everybody is quite welcome to know my age,” said Miss Fosbrook, the colour rising in her cheek. “I was ninetee... ...er garden-stuff, her cabbage-leaves and potato-skins; and that when he was fat she would sell him, and pay the rent with the money. Am I right, Sam? y... ...trees just looking over the grey roofs of the offices. On the ground lay a big black Newfoundland dog, and a couple of graceful greyhounds, one of the... ... nice little young pig,” said Sam, “such as you’d keep all the summer, and fat in the winter.” “Mind, it ain’t for you, Purday,” cried Hal. 10 The St... ...ay make fresh starts, feel old things left behind, and go on to lead a new life. 61 Yo n g e Besides, Johnnie was quite well now; and perhaps no chil... ...phants, and wear a sword—at least, a dirk—while you are learning Latin and Greek at Uncle John’s!” “Don’t make such a noise about it!” said Sam crossl... ...make her fit to be seen out of it. Now nobody at home could have saved the life of a doll for a single day, and Susan and Elizabeth were both thought ...

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...illtop; credulous, plastic, young; drinking the air as she longed to drink life. The eternal aching comedy of expectant youth. It is Carol Milford, fl... ... English history. She sighed, “That’s what I’ll do after college! I’ll get my hands on one of these prairie towns and make it beautiful. Be an inspira... ...y to talk seriously to you, but you got to listen to me. I’m going to be a big lawyer, maybe a judge, and I need you, and I’d protect you—” His arm sl... ...query was, “Can you tell me of a good, light, exciting love story to read? My husband’s going away for a week.” 14 Main Street She was fond of the ot... ... got something to say about run- ning Gopher Prairie, but you take it in a big city of two- three hundred thousand, and I’m just one flea on the dog’s... ...arn artistic. Probably the lum- ber-yard isn’t as scrumptious as all these Greek temples. But go to it! Make us change!” “I would like to. Some day!” ... ...-accounts and automatic pianos and co-opera- tive leagues. And for all its fat richness, theirs is a pio- neer land. What is its future? she wondered.... ...e and laughter? Willingness to sift the sanctified lies? Or creamy-skinned fat women, smeared with grease and chalk, gorgeous in the skins of beasts a... ...king to pieces, 37 Sinclair Lewis then recovered and rattled away. In the Greek candy- store was the whine of a peanut-roaster, and the oily smell of...

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...rds at the begin- ning of his Nouvelle Heloise: “I have seen the morals of my time and I publish these letters.” May I not say to you, in imitation of... ...ay to you, in imitation of that great writer, “I have studied the march of my epoch and I publish this work”? The object of this particular study—star... ...ck-towers and sundry modern turrets, with galleries and vases more or less Greek. No harmony there, my dear Nathan! These heterogeneous erections are ... ..., their heeled slippers and their rouge,—all, for the sweetness of country life. I have gathered, my dear fellow, much precious informa- tion about th... ... is then obliged to wander about the park and gape at nothing or count the big trees. The easier the life, the more irksome such occupations are,—unle... ...m to the Cafe de la Paix.” “Hold your tongue, papa!” remarked his fair and fat daugh- ter, who bore some resemblance to a Roman matron. “You need a sh... ...s present, “go to Ville-aux-Fayes and whisper it to Marechal, in case that big fire-eater asks his advice.” Marechal was the lawyer whom his former pa... ...erests of Blangy, enabled him partially to understand a third idyll in the Greek style, which poor villagers like Tonsard, and middle-aged rich men li... ... having caused his destitution. These wear- ing anxieties had given to the fat little man and his once smiling and rosy face a gloomy and dazed expres...

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..., a male, a few females, a child or so. He knew no future then, no kind of life except the life he led. He fled the cave-bear over the rocks full of i... ...s. For scores and hundreds of centuries, for myriads of gen- erations that life of our fathers went on. From the beginning to the ripening of that pha... ...aint who sees visions. He had arms disproportionately long, and ridiculous big feet. He must get alone, get somewhere high out of all this crowding of... ...t out of this great institution in favour of modern methods; and he learnt Greek and Latin as well as he had learnt German, Spanish, and French, so th... ...n’ who ‘spoke Latin with a Wiltshire accent and manifest discomfort, wrote Greek letters with his tongue out, and seemed to think a Greek sentence a c... ... was far too hot and blown when I got up to the entrenchments even to lift my beastly rifle. It was those others would have begun the sticking…. ‘For ... ...erful new possibilities with the financial troubles of his family. ‘I knew my father was worried,’ he admits. That cast the smallest of shadows upon h... ...Seine to the Trocadero and the palaces of the western quarter, a series of big-scale relief maps were laid out upon tables to display the whole seat o...

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...ctor’s letter—I can say that by heart,’ continued 4 The Trial Gertrude. ‘“My dear Father, This is only to say that she is the darlint, and for the pl... ..., and for the pleasure of subscribing myself—Y our loving son,”—the son as big as all the rest put together.’ ‘I tell Blanche that he only took her fo... ...together.’ ‘I tell Blanche that he only took her for the pleasure of being my father’s son,’ said Aubrey, in his low lazy voice. ‘Well,’ said Mary, ‘e... ...fears for the younger ones, for it should be the most precious task of his life to do a parent’s part by them.’ ‘Let me see, he is just of Harry’s age... ...- selves to sleep. That was the worst business of all. Ethel, are they too big for Mary to dress some dolls for them?’ ‘I will try to find out their t... ...spected, and Blanche always takes care to in- vite her to a safe seat on a fat scarlet cushion on the sofa (Mrs. Ledwich’s wedding present), when the ... ...ked him, and said he hoped to get off to Cambridge, he laughed that horrid fat laugh, and told him learning would never put him in good case. Where sh... ...n, in reply to something unheard, ‘Yes, one can! Why, how did one do one’s Greek?’—‘V ery different!’—‘How?’—‘Oh!’—’Yes; but you are a clever chap, an... ...finished it during my imprisonment here;” and below are mottoes in Hebrew, Greek, and Latin. I can’t construe the Hebrew. The Greek is oisteon kai elp...

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...wrinkles and the red spectacle-dents on the slopes of his nose. He was not fat but he was exceedingly well fed; his cheeks were pads, and the unroughe... ...d fumbled for sleep as for a drug. He who had been a boy very credulous of life was no longer greatly interested in the possible and improbable adven-... ...being seen in bulgy corsets. She had become so dully habituated to married life that in her full matronliness she was as sexless as an anemic nun. She... ...we were wondering what we’d do with them?” “Good Lord! Did you ever in all my life know me to wear the coat of one suit and the pants of another? What... ... it? Last night, when I was driving over to Verg Gunch’s, I felt a pain in my stomach, too. Right here it was—kind of a sharp shoot- ing pain. I—Where... ... paper before her husband just sixty- seven times. “Lots of news. Terrible big tornado in the South. Hard luck, all right. But this, say, this is cork... ...that gushy woman reporter says about last night: Never is Society with the big, big S more flattered than when they are bidden to partake of good chee... ...ed banks; of the orchard-dappled Tonawanda Hills to the North, and all the fat dairy land and big barns and com- fortable herds. As he dropped his pas... ...l you the name of every kind of tree, and some of their 93 Sinclair Lewis Greek and Latin names too! Besides, we owe the Joneses a dinner. Besides, g...

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...ed every little curve and shadow as he would have recognized, after half a life-time, the details of a room he had played in as a child. And as, in th... ...rned, she showed no concern. “Not for two hours? How lucky—then I can find my trunk!” Ordinarily Darrow would have felt little disposed to involve him... ... “Oh, would you?” Instead, she corrected him with a laugh—Not a trunk, but my trunk; I’ve no other—” and then added briskly: “Y ou’d better first see ... ...everybody had been too busy to look after her. Her guardian, a drudge in a big banking house, was absorbed by “the office”; the guardian’s wife, by he... ...ld manage to earn enough to pay for lessons I’d go straight to some of the big people and work with them. I’m rather hoping the Farlows may find me a ... ...ach her impressions: her education had evidently not comprised a course in Greek literature. But she felt what would probably have been unperceived by... ...illy than when she went; and across the table the partner of her flight, a fat young man with eye-glasses, sat stolidly eating terrapin and talking ab... ...e about a girl who, hardly a year ago, had made a fool of herself over the fat young man stolidly eating terrapin across the table? If that was where ... ...n her beauty. She suggested a fine portrait kept down to a few tones, or a Greek vase on which the play of light is the only pattern. After dinner the...

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...ood not two inches square, upon which one may gaze for hours, so merry and lifelike a scene does it present. What a charming creative power is this, w... ... as this? The writer begins by stating,— “I love to go back to the days of my youth, And to reckon my joys to the letter, And to count o’er the friend... ... consideration of his uncle. “Of all the men I have ever known,” says he, “my uncle united the great- est degree of cheerfulness with the sobriety of ... ...l, the point of this morality is, that the uncle one day in the morning of life vowed that he would catch his two nephews and tie them together, ay, a... ...rs! In the “Sketch-Book” many footmen make their appearance: one is a huge fat Hercules of a Portman Square porter, who calmly surveys another poor fe... ...k been to the Opera over-night (indeed her husband, on her right, with his fat hand dangling over the pew-door, is at this minute thinking of Mademois... ...t in pages; and Mr. Cruikshank has expressed it on a piece of paper not so big as the tenth part of your thumb-nail. The horses of John Gilpin are muc... ...ing from his mistress, the figure of that lady, one of the deepest of the [Greek text omitted], strikes us as disagreeable and unrefined; that of Wini...

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...ways carried him 4 McTeague back to the time when he was a car-boy at the Big Dipper Mine in Placer County, ten years before. He remembered the years... ...energetic for all that, filled with the one idea of having her son rise in life and enter a profession. The chance had come at last when the father di... ...d, docile, obedient. When he opened his “Dental Parlors,” he felt that his life was a success, that he could hope for nothing better. In spite of the ... ...ced the street. McTeague made it do for a bedroom as well, sleeping on the big bed-lounge against the wall opposite the window. There was a washstand ... ...f House on a picnic,” he explained as he sat down on the bed-lounge, “with my uncle and his people—the Sieppes, you know. By damn! it was hot,” he sud... ...ly off on another tack. “It was awful. Trina was in the swing there—that’s my cousin Trina, you know who I mean—and she fell out. By damn! I thought s... ...t every in- stant he seemed to feel the generous solid weight of the crude fat metal in his palms. The glint of it was constantly in his eyes; the jan... ... that was! Each piece was heavy, oh, so heavy! and thick, you know; thick, fat gold, nothing but gold—red, shining, pure gold, orange red— and when yo... ... ing it up from his lips, causing his face to assume the ap- pearance of a Greek mask. She would curl it around ei- ther forefinger, drawing it to a f...

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........................................................................... 4 MY OWN TRUE GHOST STORY ...................................................... ...Stories by Rudyard Kipling THE PHANTOM ‘RICKSHAW May no ill dreams disturb my rest, Nor Powers of Darkness me molest. —Evening Hymn. ONE OF THE FEW ad... ...on died, and the inexpressible burden of her existence was removed from my life. I went Plainsward perfectly happy. Before three months were over I ha... ...ularly an Indian one. There are, in this land, ghosts who take the form of fat, cold, pobby corpses, and hide in trees near the roadside till a travel... ...at none will willingly rent; and there is something—not fever—wrong with a big bungalow in Allahabad. The older Provinces simply bristle with haunted ... ... people were playing billiards in the next room. And the next room was not big enough to hold a billiard table! Between the pauses of the wind I heard... ...thing about the Sahibs?” “It is long ago, but I remember that one Sahib, a fat man and always angry, was playing here one night, and he said to me:—’M... ...r of the British Museum. All I demanded, as politely as possible, was “the Greek antiquity man.” The policeman knew nothing except the rules of the Mu... ...he. “So far as I can ascertain it is an attempt to write extremely corrupt Greek on the part” —here he glared at me with intention— “of an extremely i...