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...ked and cruel boy!” I said. “You are like a murderer— you are like a slave-driver—you are like the Roman emperors!” I had read Goldsmith’s History of ... ... gates thrown open and a carriage roll through. I watched it ascending the drive with indifference; carriages of- 30 Jane Eyre ten came to Gateshead,... ...nd chill was the winter morning: my teeth chattered as I hastened down the drive. There was a light in the porter’s lodge: when we reached it, we foun... ...ehold matters were not scrutinised into; the cross house- keeper was gone, driven away by the fear of infection; her successor, who had been matron at... ..., on a hillside, marking a village or hamlet. About ten minutes after, the driver got down and opened a pair of gates: we passed through, and they cla... ...r usual phleg- matic and brief manner; and taking up another ring and more tape, went on with her sewing. “I will put her to some test,” thought I: “s... ...en before, the day Mrs. Fairfax showed me over the house: it was hung with tapestry; but the tapestry was now looped up in one part, and there was a d... ... low, black door, opened by Mr. Rochester’s master-key, admitted us to the tapestried room, with its great bed and its pictorial cabinet. “Y ou know t...

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...less indul- gent employer, and then he will be rudely treated, and perhaps driven forth miserably to starve. Yes. Here I can cheaply purchase a delici... ... rapid tone, to put his finger, say , on the incipient tie of a bit of red tape with which I was about compressing some papers. Of course, from behind... ...ard-of perplexity. Turn the man out by an actual thrusting I could not; to drive him away by calling him hard names would not do; calling in the polic...

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..., and even their grace, the sparkling glitter of a hunted viper’s eye when driven into a corner, and said, ‘And I have loved this man! I have struggle... ...yes of Parisians: hooks ill fastened, strings showing loops of rusty-white tape through a gaping slit in the back, rubbed shoe-leather, ironed bonnet-... ...ns, instinctively making their way from north to south. The soldiers would drive a general in rags and bare- foot away from their fire if he brought n... ... wandering in search of a house where I might be taken in. Finding none or driven away from those I came across, happily towards evening I perceived a... ...nt signed to his foremost battery to advance, and in spite of the care the driver took to keep among the scrub, the wheel of the first gun struck our ...

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...l green carriage; and then Miss Donny, the maid, and I got inside and were driven away. “Everything is ready for you, Esther,” said Miss Donny, “and t... ...tled over the stones of the old street, to feeling an irrational desire to drive back again. As to Ada and me, whom he had wrapped up with great care,... ...ation. There was a light sparkling on the top of a hill before us, and the driver, pointing to it with his whip and crying, “That’s Bleak House!” put ... ...eady, very pretty. She lives with me at my table here.” “I hope I have not driven her away?” “She supposes we have family affairs to speak about, I da... ...ed down another staircase by the young gardener, and presently is heard to drive away. It is now dusk. Mrs. Rouncewell can trust to the discretion of ... ... ink, India rubber, pounce, pins, pencils, sealing wax, and wafers; in red tape and green ferret; in pocket books, al manacs, diaries, and law lists;... ...e of a pillar within flare of a rusty little gridiron full of gusty little tapers; without the walls encompassing Paris with dancing, love making, win... ...’s a blessed looking candle!” says T ony, pointing to the heavily burning taper on his table with a great cabbage head and a long winding sheet. “Tha...

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...diers, they were new- ness and brightness carried to perfection. One could never detect a smirch or a grain of dust upon them. The street-car conducto... ...himself known. This moment came, but although all other unmasked; the secret knight still refused to allow his fea- tures to be seen, till at last the... ... a shape and construc- tion to suit the crookedness and extreme narrowness of the Neckar. They were from fifty to one hundred yards long, and they gra... ...room for us both in the cramped passage. As she went grinding and 65 A Tramp Abroad groaning by, we perceived the secret of her moving impulse. She d... ... led from the foretopmast to the file of mules on the tow-path a hundred yards ahead, and by dint of much banging and swearing and urging, the detachm... ...ising slopes, 87 A Tramp Abroad but a sort of instantaneous hill—a hill two hundred and fifty or three hundred feet high, as round as a bowl, with th... ... of fan- ciful costumes, some of them male. The walls of another room were covered with grotesquely 105 A Tramp Abroad and elaborately figured hand-w... ...t seven hundred years ago in ferreting out the choic- est nooks and corners in a land as priests have today. A big hotel crowds the ruins a little, no... ...injury by glass. I very much wanted one of the sorry old tables which the prisoners had spent so many years in ornamenting with their pocket-knives, b...

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...rs with an infinite number of tickets hanging from them at the ends of red tape, which give a peculiar physiognomy to law papers. The lower rows were ... ...unate, to catch humanity at fault. The only irony allowed to poverty is to drive Justice and Benevolence to unjust denials. When a poor wretch has con... ...iged to go on foot in search of his client, for his coach- man declined to drive along an unpaved street, where the ruts were rather too deep for cab ... ...tion, either by some allusion or of serious purpose, they had a delightful drive, recalling the events of their former life together and the times of ... ..., disappeared. The dairyman failed in busi- ness, and became a hackney-cab driver. The Colonel, per- haps, took up some similar industry for a time. P... ...t sat, in embryo or matured; not a corner where a man has never stood who, driven to despair by the blight which justice has set upon him after his fi...

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...of her daughters embraced them closer with a convulsive pressure. The mob, driven away from the Custom House, had broken up into several bands, retrea... ... Casa Viola, on their way to the railway yards by the harbour. The Italian drivers saluted him from the foot-plate with raised hand, while the negro b... ...as reserved for the English engi- neers) to the select clientele of engine-drivers and foremen of the railway shops. With their handsome, bronzed, lea... ...silver mine. Mrs. Gould had out her own carriage, with two white mules, to drive them down to the harbour, whence the Ceres was to carry them off into... ...for it was considered the correct thing, the only proper style by the mule-drivers of the San Tome mine to go through the waking town from end to end ... ... operator of the rail- way telegraph, who read off the clicks aloud as the tape coiled its length upon the floor. And the pur- port of that talk, clic...

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...like to think about. Before Antaeus could get out of the way, Hercules let drive again, and gave him another knock down blow, which sent him heels ov... ...roses and lilies. “Phoenix! Cilix! Where are you all? Help! Help! Come and drive away this bull!” But her brothers were too far off to hear; especiall... ...ory, had it only been gifted with human language. And when he attempted to drive it away, the bird flew no farther than the bough of the next tree, an... ... forward, however, the bird showed the greatest alarm, and did its best to drive him back, with the anxious flutter of its purple wings. Its unaccount... ...ith you, although you do not appear to recognize us. Look at this piece of tapes try, and judge if your faces must not have been familiar to us.” So ... ...how they had put out his one great moony eye; while in another part of the tapestry they were untying the leathern bags, puffed out with contrary wind... ... some smart strokes with her wand; and then she turned to the serving men—”Drive out these swine, and throw down some acorns for them to eat.” The doo... .... See, I and my maidens have been weaving their figures into this piece of tapestry.” 95 Hawthorne She pointed to the web of beautifully woven cloth ... ...ently at work since the arrival of the mariners; for a great many yards of tapestry had now been wrought, in addition to what I before described. In t...

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...ch, which looked on one sizable elm, two respectable grass-plots, a cement driveway, and a corrugated iron garage. Yet Babbitt was again dreaming of t... ...-ah, snap-ah-ah. Himself a pious motorist, Babbitt cranked with the unseen driver, with him waited through taut hours for the roar of the starting eng... ...pin, did not hear a word he said), he chose between the purple scarf and a tapestry effect with string- less brown harps among blown palms, and into i... ...’m going to take it myself!” Tinka wailed, “Oh, papa, you said maybe you’d drive us down to Rosedale!” and Mrs. Babbitt, “Care- ful, Tinka, your sleev... ...ll, Dad oughtn’t to ever let you have it! You and those beastly Jones boys drive like maniacs. The idea of your taking the turn on Chautauqua Place at... ...eld, Ph.D., in a strictly modern house whereof the lower part was dark red tapestry brick, with a leaded oriel, the upper part of pale stucco like spa... ... of tobacco, courageously made resolves, laid out plans to check the vice, tapered off his allowance of ci- gars, and expounded the pleasures of virtu... ...eaded casements, an oriel, a somewhat musicianless musicians’-gallery, and tapes- tries believed to illustrate the granting of Magna Charta. The open ... ...ouetta Swanson could be approached. Her eyes and lips were moist. Her face tapered from a broad forehead to a pointed chin, her mouth was thin but str...

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...s one of the hotels, Cheeseborough’s, whence the daring Foss, a man dear to legend, starts his horses for the Geysers. It must be remembered that we a... ...nly a link between country and city, and the vehicle of news, but has a faint warfaring aroma, like a man who should be brother to a soldier. Californ... ...mall regard to human life or the doctrine of probabilities. Flinching travellers, who behold themselves coasting eternity at every corner, look with n... ...coasting eternity at every corner, look with natural admiration at their driver’s huge, im- passive, fleshy countenance. He has the very face for 8 ... ...impenetrable thickets, the continual dodging of the road which made haste to plunge again into the covert, we had a fine sense of woods, and spring- t... ...fore our door, “which is the largest specimen I have yet observed in Califoarnia.” There were four or five larger within sight. But where was the use ... ...k that brought us to the bed- room door; under the immense spread of the starry heav- ens, down in a crevice of the giant mountain these few human sha...

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...y its down-rush could be utilised by means of a shifting of its weights to drive it up in the air again as the balloons ex- panded. This conception, w... ... the paces of his horse; their shadows went before them— still, noiseless, tapering attendants; and nearer a crouched cool shape was his own. He looke... ...o make a shake-up under a wire mattress, fas- ten the under things on with tapes, and have a blanket, sheet, and coverlet to button at the side. He wo... ...whole days at his flat. I am a handy, interfering sort of man with a screw-driver, and I made all sorts of ingenious adaptations for him—ran a wire to... ...f fool and that—for it might have hurt me serious—when I began to lift and drive up towards the daylight. Just about the level of the top spars of the... ...sed. “I saw young Sanders’s face, over a naked black shoulder, and a spear driven clean through his neck, and out of his mouth and neck what looked li... ... natives cut up rusty, thank goodness, because they thought it was him had driven their luck away.” 88 Twelve Stories and a Dream 8. 8. 8. 8. 8. ...

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...rd the castle, mounted his horse, and rode back beside his sister, who had driven over in the notary’s shabby basket-chaise. The Hotel d’Esgrignon in ... ...d gilding still left along the angles. The walls were covered with Flemish tapestry, six scenes from the Judgment of Solomon, framed in golden garland... ...Louis Quatorze consoles, tables, clock-cases, andirons, candle-sconces and tapestry-covered chairs, which marvelously completed a stately room, large ... ...sat round the card-tables. “The men looked gray and faded like the ancient tapestries on the wall, in dress they were much more like the men of 15 Ba... ...graceful gait of his family; he had their delicate extremities, their long taper fingers with the inward curve, and that peculiar distinction of shape... ...shoulder, “we should have some fun. But a plague of odes, and ballads, and driveling meditations, and novels with wide margins, pervades the sofas and... ...overs, the rest of their species are about as much alive as figures on the tapestry. The Duchess, flattery apart, was avowedly and admittedly one of t... ...herself. She was sitting by the fire, giving orders for her toilette for a drive in the Bois if the weather should be fine, when Victurnien came in. T... ...thing but his crime. “It is all over with me,” he cried. “No, M. le Comte, drive as fast as you can to the Hotel du Bon la Fontaine, in the Rue de Gre...

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... sleeping and not to be disturbed; and an hour later, when Anne lifted the tapestry and listened at his door, she heard his loud regular breathing. Sh... ...quisitive.) “And all the while you did not go up?” “Y es—I went up then—to drive them off.” “The dogs?” “Yes.” “Well—?” “When I got there it was quite... ...her had changed and a wild wind was abroad, blotting the stars with close- driven clouds. Mrs. Manstey rose once or twice and looked out of the window... ...s taken in, and used to discourse on them by the hour. On fine days he was driven to the green-houses in his pony- chair, and waddled through them, pr... ...nosed around till I found what I wanted—a second-hand racer. I knew how to drive a car, and I tried the thing and found it was all right. Times were b... ..., but showing more obvious signs of occupancy. The walls were covered with tapestry which had faded to the gray-brown tints of de- caying vegetation, ... ...e?” The object of this strange eulogy had meanwhile drawn aside one of the tapestry hangings, and fitted her key into a con- cealed door. “Come,” said... ... animated picture.” Miss Lombard, who had unlocked the door, held back the tapestry to let her father and Wyant pass out; then she fol- lowed them dow... ...t is perfect at this hour.” Wyant rose, and the doctor led him through the tapestried door and down the passageway. The light was, in fact, perfect, a...

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...ld that he should give his name to the Roger Williams Bank!” “When he was driven from Massachusetts,” said Lawrence, “and began his journey into the ... ...e Roger 19 Hawthorne Williams, was banished.” “Dear Grandfather, did they drive the poor woman into the woods?” exclaimed little Alice, who contrived... ...d not increase so rapidly as at first, because the Puritans were no longer driven from England by persecution. However, there was still a quiet and na... ...geons; they were beaten with many stripes, women as well as men; they were driven forth into the wilderness, and left to the tender mercies of tender ... ...went to London and obtained admittance to King James, who had not yet been driven from his throne. He told the king of the vast wealth that was lying ... ...sugar, and rum, and coffee. Others will stand behind counters, and measure tape, and ribbon, and cambric by the yard. Others will upheave the blacksmi...

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...,” protested Hooven, “and who will der ditch ge-tend, und alle dem cettles drive?” “Well, Harran’s your man,” answered Presley, preparing to mount his... ...o ut bei hisseluf, den, Mist’r Der- rick; ach, no. I stay bei der rench to drive dose cettles.” He climbed back to his seat under the wagon umbrella, ... ...k-rab- bits, and Godfrey, Harran’s prize deerhound. Presley wheeled up the driveway and met Harran by the horse-block. Harran was Magnus Derrick’s you... ...nt with a com- mendation of his resources and capabilities. The devil of a driver, a hard man to get along with, obstinate, con- trary, cantankerous; ... ...reviewing again that terrible drama which had uprooted his soul, which had driven him forth a wanderer, a shunner of men, a sojourner in waste places.... ...and Magnus had sat up nearly half of one night watching the strip of white tape jerking unsteadily from the reel. At such moments they no longer felt ... ...id she manage to keep them hid on ordinary occasions. Big at the shoulder, tapering with delicious modulations to the elbow and wrist, overlaid with a... ... upon the floor of Hooven’s house, bare to the waist, bandages of adhesive tape reeved about his abdomen and shoulder. His eyes were half-closed. Pres...

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...hat Mr Harding dined in the summer at four, that Eleanor was accustomed to drive in the evening, and that he might therefore probably find Mr Harding ... ...as and half hidden by doors, in retiring windows, and sheltered by hanging tapestry, are blows given and returned, fatal, incurable, dealing death. Ap... ...as it is for my father. Oh, Mr Bold, pray, pray do this for us—pray do not drive to distraction a man who has loved you so well. ’ She did not absolut... ... to speak his sentiments. ‘Could utmost ingenuity in the management of red tape avail anything to men lying gasping—we may say, all but dead; could de... ...other doctors’ new names, disciples who have not burdened their souls with tape? Well, let us call again. Oh, Disraeli, great op- positionist, man of ... ...o give way now, to go back from the position to which his con- science had driven him, after having purposely come to London to declare his determinat... ...my dear! I think I’ll go this afternoon.’ The tamest animal will turn when driven too hard, and even Mr Harding was beginning to fight for his own way... ... departure from the hospital. It may be as well to mention that he was not driven to the stern ne- cessity of selling all his furniture: he had been q...

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...Well, vamp on to Marlott, will ye, and order that carriage, and maybe I’ll drive round and inspect the club.’ The lad departed, and Durbeyfield lay wai... ...eld was seen moving along the road in a chaise belonging to The Pure Drop, driven by a frizzle headed brawny damsel with her gown sleeves rolled above... ...uxurious; the shawl hanging at the window took upon itself the richness of tapestry; the brass handles of the chest of drawers were as Phase the Firs... ...ss wheels, speeding along these lanes like an arrow, as it always did, had driven into her slow and unlighted equipage. The pointed shaft of the cart ... ...ess. At length a sound, and an approaching object, proved to them that the driver of the mail cart had been as good as his word. A farmer’s man from n... ... the side wicket with some trepidation, and onward to a point at which the drive took a turn, the house proper stood in full view. It was of recent er... ...did so he could not say, but something seemed to impel him to the act. The tape like surface of the road diminished in his rear as far as he could see...

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...cles of value; or finally as curtains, hang- ings of parlors, occasionally tapestry, or even as sails for boats. From these illustrations of the uses ... ... And from his hasty hand the leather falls; With show’rs of stones he drives them far away; The scatter’d dogs around at distance bay.”’ ODYS... ...ably by Mr. Mure, that the struggles of these poor shepherds and herdsmen, driven into caves and thickets, and having no great rallying principle but ... ...t ask not to what doctors I apply— Sworn to no master, of no sect am I. As drives the storm, at any door I knock; And house with Montaigne now, or now... ... falsehoods as to the notorieties of fact. T ruths speculative oftentimes, drives its roots into depth so dark, that the falsifications to which it is... ...he walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repaired with straw, With tape-tied curtains never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling f...

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..., verily, I marvel not, seeing that the least rumor of the sort would have driven them from New England. We are a people of prayer, and good works to ... ...sky, at the hour of midnight. He paused, in a lull of the tempest that had driven him onward, and heard the swell of what seemed a hymn, rolling solem... ...n hose to delicate limbs, and handling satins, ribbons, chintzes calicoes, tapes, gauze, and cambric needles, I grew up a very ladylike sort of a gent... ...ve, that there was an awful risk of my getting no wife at all, or of being driven to perpetrate matrimony with my own image in the looking glass. Bes... ...ed which threatened more than a skin deep injury. Our Jehu had carelessly driven over a heap of gravel and fairly capsized the coach, with the wheels... ...ver be the woman I have been!” And then came a second thwack, aimed at the driver’s other ear; but which missed it, and hit him on the nose, causing a...

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...ight of two hundred feet above the water. Rushing violently in, the sea is driven back with equal violence by the inert force of the mountain to the o... ...ingled with a few oaks and beeches, the richest coloring of all the varied tapestries which Nature in these northern regions spreads upon the surface ... ...he river floods, together with ocean waifs, shells, and flowers of the sea driven in by tempests, whether of the Pole or T ropics. At the foot of the ... ... to make known that he still lives. Often, when the flocks of gray clouds, driven in squadrons athwart the mountains and among the tree-tops, hid the ... ...mself on a projecting rock, dropping his head upon his breast. “Why do you drive me to despair?” said Minna. “Go, go!” cried Seraphitus, “I have nothi... ...und of the yellow pine which panelled the room, formed, as it were, a rich tapestry to which the fumes of tobacco had imparted a mellow tone. At the f... ...by the serving-woman till it shone like burnished steel. Seated in a large tapestried arm- chair near the stove, before a table, with his feet in a sp... ...ighted the parlor during the fine weather was now carefully closed. An old tapestry, used for a curtain and fastened to a stick, hung be- fore it in h... ...which God delivers to you, and yet you try to subject His ends to your own tape- line! Suppose that I plunge you into the abyss of Motion, the force t...