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she been a woman given to make such confidences, that she had made Buntlng abstain very early in their acquaintance. That he had given in about that had been the thing that first made her believe, that he was sincere in all the nonsense that he talked to her, in those far-away days of his courting. Glad she was now that he had taken the pledge as a younger man; hut for that nothing would have kept him from the drink during the bad times they had gone through.
And then, going downstairs, she showed Mr. Sleuth the nice bedroom which opened out of the drawing-room. It was a replica of Mrs. Bunting's own room just underneath, excepting that everything up here had cost just a little more, and was therefore rather better in quality.
The new lodger looked round him with such a strange expression of content and peace stealing over his worn face. "A haven of rest," he muttered; and then, "'He bringeth them to their desired haven.' Beautiful words, Mrs. Bunting."
"Yes, sir."
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Sunday, December 16, 2007
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had almost finished dinner, when taking a step or two towards the table, from the corner where he kept watch upon us, or rather upon me, as I felt, he said to his master: ¡¡¡¡'I beg your pardon, sir. Miss Mowcher is down here.' ¡¡¡¡'Who?' cried Steerforth, much astonished.
oil painting¡¡¡¡'Miss Mowcher, sir.' ¡¡¡¡'Why, what on earth does she do here?' said Steerforth. ¡¡¡¡'It appears to be her native part of the country, sir. She informs me that she makes one of her professional visits here, every year, sir. I met her in the street this afternoon, and she wished to know if she might have the honour of waiting on you after dinner, sir.' ¡¡¡¡'Do you know the Giantess in question, Daisy?' inquired Steerforth. ¡¡¡¡I was obliged to confess - I felt ashamed, even of being at this disadvantage before Littimer - that Miss Mowcher and I were wholly unacquainted. ¡¡¡¡'Then you shall know her,' said Steerforth, 'for she is one of the seven wonders of the world. When Miss Mowcher comes, show her in.'
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had almost finished dinner, when taking a step or two towards the table, from the corner where he kept watch upon us, or rather upon me, as I felt, he said to his master: ¡¡¡¡'I beg your pardon, sir. Miss Mowcher is down here.' ¡¡¡¡'Who?' cried Steerforth, much astonished.
oil painting¡¡¡¡'Miss Mowcher, sir.' ¡¡¡¡'Why, what on earth does she do here?' said Steerforth. ¡¡¡¡'It appears to be her native part of the country, sir. She informs me that she makes one of her professional visits here, every year, sir. I met her in the street this afternoon, and she wished to know if she might have the honour of waiting on you after dinner, sir.' ¡¡¡¡'Do you know the Giantess in question, Daisy?' inquired Steerforth. ¡¡¡¡I was obliged to confess - I felt ashamed, even of being at this disadvantage before Littimer - that Miss Mowcher and I were wholly unacquainted. ¡¡¡¡'Then you shall know her,' said Steerforth, 'for she is one of the seven wonders of the world. When Miss Mowcher comes, show her in.'
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had almost finished dinner, when taking a step or two towards the table, from the corner where he kept watch upon us, or rather upon me, as I felt, he said to his master: ¡¡¡¡'I beg your pardon, sir. Miss Mowcher is down here.' ¡¡¡¡'Who?' cried Steerforth, much astonished.
oil painting¡¡¡¡'Miss Mowcher, sir.' ¡¡¡¡'Why, what on earth does she do here?' said Steerforth. ¡¡¡¡'It appears to be her native part of the country, sir. She informs me that she makes one of her professional visits here, every year, sir. I met her in the street this afternoon, and she wished to know if she might have the honour of waiting on you after dinner, sir.' ¡¡¡¡'Do you know the Giantess in question, Daisy?' inquired Steerforth. ¡¡¡¡I was obliged to confess - I felt ashamed, even of being at this disadvantage before Littimer - that Miss Mowcher and I were wholly unacquainted. ¡¡¡¡'Then you shall know her,' said Steerforth, 'for she is one of the seven wonders of the world. When Miss Mowcher comes, show her in.'
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had almost finished dinner, when taking a step or two towards the table, from the corner where he kept watch upon us, or rather upon me, as I felt, he said to his master: ¡¡¡¡'I beg your pardon, sir. Miss Mowcher is down here.' ¡¡¡¡'Who?' cried Steerforth, much astonished.
oil painting¡¡¡¡'Miss Mowcher, sir.' ¡¡¡¡'Why, what on earth does she do here?' said Steerforth. ¡¡¡¡'It appears to be her native part of the country, sir. She informs me that she makes one of her professional visits here, every year, sir. I met her in the street this afternoon, and she wished to know if she might have the honour of waiting on you after dinner, sir.' ¡¡¡¡'Do you know the Giantess in question, Daisy?' inquired Steerforth. ¡¡¡¡I was obliged to confess - I felt ashamed, even of being at this disadvantage before Littimer - that Miss Mowcher and I were wholly unacquainted. ¡¡¡¡'Then you shall know her,' said Steerforth, 'for she is one of the seven wonders of the world. When Miss Mowcher comes, show her in.'
Thursday, December 13, 2007
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you first overpowered me with surprise - you remember how surprised I was? - by proposing for Annie. Not that there was anything so very much out of the way, in the mere fact of the proposal - it would be ridiculous to say that! - but because, you having known her poor father, and having known her from a baby six months old, I hadn't thought of you in such a light at all, or indeed as a marrying man in any way, - simply that, you know.'
oil painting¡¡¡¡'Aye, aye,' returned the Doctor, good-humouredly. 'Never mind.' ¡¡¡¡'But I DO mind,' said the Old Soldier, laying her fan upon his lips. 'I mind very much. I recall these things that I may be contradicted if I am wrong. Well! Then I spoke to Annie, and I told her what had happened. I said, "My dear, here's Doctor Strong has positively been and made you the subject of a handsome declaration and an offer." Did I press it in the least? No. I said, "Now, Annie, tell me the truth this moment; is your heart free?" "Mama," she said crying, "I am extremely young" -
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you first overpowered me with surprise - you remember how surprised I was? - by proposing for Annie. Not that there was anything so very much out of the way, in the mere fact of the proposal - it would be ridiculous to say that! - but because, you having known her poor father, and having known her from a baby six months old, I hadn't thought of you in such a light at all, or indeed as a marrying man in any way, - simply that, you know.'
oil painting¡¡¡¡'Aye, aye,' returned the Doctor, good-humouredly. 'Never mind.' ¡¡¡¡'But I DO mind,' said the Old Soldier, laying her fan upon his lips. 'I mind very much. I recall these things that I may be contradicted if I am wrong. Well! Then I spoke to Annie, and I told her what had happened. I said, "My dear, here's Doctor Strong has positively been and made you the subject of a handsome declaration and an offer." Did I press it in the least? No. I said, "Now, Annie, tell me the truth this moment; is your heart free?" "Mama," she said crying, "I am extremely young" -
Sunday, December 9, 2007
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The carrier put my box down at the garden-gate, and left me. I walked along the path towards the house, glancing at the windows, and fearing at every step to see Mr. Murdstone or Miss Murdstone lowering out of one of them. No face appeared, however; and being come to the house, and knowing how to open the door, before dark, without knocking, I went in with a quiet, timid step. ¡¡¡¡God knows how infantine the memory may have been, that was awakened within me by the sound of my mother's voice in the old parlour, when I set foot
oil painting in the hall. She was singing in a low tone. I think I must have lain in her arms, and heard her singing so to me when I was but a baby. The strain was new to me, and yet it was so old that it filled my heart brim-full; like a friend come back from a long absence. ¡¡¡¡I believed, from the solitary and thoughtful way in which my mother murmured her song, that she was alone. And I went softly into the room. She was sitting by the fire, suckling an infant, whose tiny hand she held against her neck. Her eyes were looking down upon its face, and she sat singing to it. I was so far right, that she had no other companion.
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The carrier put my box down at the garden-gate, and left me. I walked along the path towards the house, glancing at the windows, and fearing at every step to see Mr. Murdstone or Miss Murdstone lowering out of one of them. No face appeared, however; and being come to the house, and knowing how to open the door, before dark, without knocking, I went in with a quiet, timid step. ¡¡¡¡God knows how infantine the memory may have been, that was awakened within me by the sound of my mother's voice in the old parlour, when I set foot
oil painting in the hall. She was singing in a low tone. I think I must have lain in her arms, and heard her singing so to me when I was but a baby. The strain was new to me, and yet it was so old that it filled my heart brim-full; like a friend come back from a long absence. ¡¡¡¡I believed, from the solitary and thoughtful way in which my mother murmured her song, that she was alone. And I went softly into the room. She was sitting by the fire, suckling an infant, whose tiny hand she held against her neck. Her eyes were looking down upon its face, and she sat singing to it. I was so far right, that she had no other companion.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
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meself an' the stanchion there, this Wolf Larsen is a regular devil, an' the Ghost'll be a hell-ship like she's always be'n since he had hold iv her. Don't I know? Don't I know? Don't I remember him in Hakodate two years gone, when he had a row an' shot four iv his men? Wasn't I a-layin' on the Emma L., not three hundred yards away? An' there was a man the same year he killed with a blow iv his fist. Yes, sir, killed 'im dead- oh. His head must iv smashed like an egg-shell. 'T is the beast he is, this Wolf Larsen- the great big beast mentioned iv in Revelations; an' no good end will he ever come to. But I've said nothin' to ye, mind ye; I've whispered never a word; for old fat Louis'll live the voyage out, if the last mother's son of yez go to the fishes. ¡¡¡¡'Wolf Larsen!' he snorted a moment later. 'Listen to the word, will ye! Wolf- 't is what he is. He's not black-hearted, like some men. 'T is no heart he has at all. Wolf, just wolf, 't is what he is. D'ye wonder he's well named?' ¡¡¡¡'But if he is so well known for what he is,' I queried, 'how is it that he can get men to ship with him?'
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meself an' the stanchion there, this Wolf Larsen is a regular devil, an' the Ghost'll be a hell-ship like she's always be'n since he had hold iv her. Don't I know? Don't I know? Don't I remember him in Hakodate two years gone, when he had a row an' shot four iv his men? Wasn't I a-layin' on the Emma L., not three hundred yards away? An' there was a man the same year he killed with a blow iv his fist. Yes, sir, killed 'im dead- oh. His head must iv smashed like an egg-shell. 'T is the beast he is, this Wolf Larsen- the great big beast mentioned iv in Revelations; an' no good end will he ever come to. But I've said nothin' to ye, mind ye; I've whispered never a word; for old fat Louis'll live the voyage out, if the last mother's son of yez go to the fishes. ¡¡¡¡'Wolf Larsen!' he snorted a moment later. 'Listen to the word, will ye! Wolf- 't is what he is. He's not black-hearted, like some men. 'T is no heart he has at all. Wolf, just wolf, 't is what he is. D'ye wonder he's well named?' ¡¡¡¡'But if he is so well known for what he is,' I queried, 'how is it that he can get men to ship with him?'
Monday, November 26, 2007
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It would have melted the heart of a stone to hear her singing these ditties, whenever she worked apart from the rest of the girls in this cold dry time; the tears running down her cheeks all the while at the thought that perhaps he would not, after all, come to hear her, and the simple silly words of the songs resounding in painful mockery of the aching heart of the singer. ¡¡¡¡Tess was so wrapt up in this fanciful dream that she seemed not to know how the season was advancing; that the days had lengthened, that Lady-Day was at hand, and would soon be followed by Old Lady-Day, the end of her term here. ¡¡¡¡But before the quarter-day had quite come something happened which made Tess think of far different matters. She was at her lodging as usual one evening, sitting in the downstairs room with the rest of the family, when somebody knocked at the door and inquired for Tess. Through the
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It would have melted the heart of a stone to hear her singing these ditties, whenever she worked apart from the rest of the girls in this cold dry time; the tears running down her cheeks all the while at the thought that perhaps he would not, after all, come to hear her, and the simple silly words of the songs resounding in painful mockery of the aching heart of the singer. ¡¡¡¡Tess was so wrapt up in this fanciful dream that she seemed not to know how the season was advancing; that the days had lengthened, that Lady-Day was at hand, and would soon be followed by Old Lady-Day, the end of her term here. ¡¡¡¡But before the quarter-day had quite come something happened which made Tess think of far different matters. She was at her lodging as usual one evening, sitting in the downstairs room with the rest of the family, when somebody knocked at the door and inquired for Tess. Through the
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
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Meanwhile many of the milkmaids had said to one another of the new-comer, `How pretty she is!' with something of real generosity and admiration, though with a half hope that the auditors would qualify the assertion - which, strictly speaking, they might have done, prettiness being an inexact definition of what struck the eye in Tess. When the milking was finished for the evening they straggled indoors, where Mrs Crick, the dairyman's wife - who was too respectable to go out milking herself, and wore a hot stuff gown in warm weather because the dairymaids wore prints - was giving an eye to the leads and things. ¡¡¡¡Only two or three of the maids, Tess learnt, slept in the dairy-house besides herself; most of the helpers going to their homes. She saw nothing at supper-time of the superior milker who had commented on the story, and asked no questions about him, the remainder of the evening being occupied in arranging her place in the bed-
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Meanwhile many of the milkmaids had said to one another of the new-comer, `How pretty she is!' with something of real generosity and admiration, though with a half hope that the auditors would qualify the assertion - which, strictly speaking, they might have done, prettiness being an inexact definition of what struck the eye in Tess. When the milking was finished for the evening they straggled indoors, where Mrs Crick, the dairyman's wife - who was too respectable to go out milking herself, and wore a hot stuff gown in warm weather because the dairymaids wore prints - was giving an eye to the leads and things. ¡¡¡¡Only two or three of the maids, Tess learnt, slept in the dairy-house besides herself; most of the helpers going to their homes. She saw nothing at supper-time of the superior milker who had commented on the story, and asked no questions about him, the remainder of the evening being occupied in arranging her place in the bed-
Friday, November 16, 2007
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"Nice place you've gothere," said the large, fat, bovine-looking man, turning hishead back towards her. "Comfortable," he added, looking approvingly at the large fire. "Goodold-fashioned comfort."
Miss Gorringe smiled with an air of pleasure.
"Yes, indeed. We pride ourselves on making ourvisitors comfortable," she said. She turned to her assistant. "Will you carry on, Alice? There is the ledger. Lady Jocelyn will be arrivingquite soon. She is sure to want to change her room as soon as she sees it but you mustexplain to her we are really full up. If necessary, you can show her number 340 on thethird floor and offer her that instead. It's not a verypleasant room and I'm sure she will be content with herpresent one as soon as she sees that."
"Yes, Miss Gorringe. I'lldo just that, Miss Gorringe."
"And remind Colonel Mortimer that his fieldglasses are here
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"Nice place you've gothere," said the large, fat, bovine-looking man, turning hishead back towards her. "Comfortable," he added, looking approvingly at the large fire. "Goodold-fashioned comfort."
Miss Gorringe smiled with an air of pleasure.
"Yes, indeed. We pride ourselves on making ourvisitors comfortable," she said. She turned to her assistant. "Will you carry on, Alice? There is the ledger. Lady Jocelyn will be arrivingquite soon. She is sure to want to change her room as soon as she sees it but you mustexplain to her we are really full up. If necessary, you can show her number 340 on thethird floor and offer her that instead. It's not a verypleasant room and I'm sure she will be content with herpresent one as soon as she sees that."
"Yes, Miss Gorringe. I'lldo just that, Miss Gorringe."
"And remind Colonel Mortimer that his fieldglasses are here
Monday, November 12, 2007
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famous van gogh vincent painting "Quietly," warned Luke, "there might be—" But before he could finish, Han jumped up with his furry partner and rushed intothe clearing. "—more out there," Luke finished speaking to himself. He looked over at Leia. She shrugged. "What'd you expect?" Some things never changed. Before Luke could respond, though, they were distracted by a loud commotion inthe glen. They flattened to the ground and watched. Han was engaged in a rousing fist fight with one of the scouts—he hadn't lookedso happy in days. The other scout jumped on his speeder bike to escape. But bythe time he'd ignited the engines, Chewie was able to get off a few shots from hiscrossbow laser. The ill-fated scout crashed instantly against an enormous tree; abrief, muffled explosion followed. Leia drew her laser pistol and raced into the battle zone, followed closely byLuke. As soon as they were running clear, though, several large laser blasts went offall around them, tumbling them to the ground. Leia lost her gun.
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famous van gogh vincent painting "Quietly," warned Luke, "there might be—" But before he could finish, Han jumped up with his furry partner and rushed intothe clearing. "—more out there," Luke finished speaking to himself. He looked over at Leia. She shrugged. "What'd you expect?" Some things never changed. Before Luke could respond, though, they were distracted by a loud commotion inthe glen. They flattened to the ground and watched. Han was engaged in a rousing fist fight with one of the scouts—he hadn't lookedso happy in days. The other scout jumped on his speeder bike to escape. But bythe time he'd ignited the engines, Chewie was able to get off a few shots from hiscrossbow laser. The ill-fated scout crashed instantly against an enormous tree; abrief, muffled explosion followed. Leia drew her laser pistol and raced into the battle zone, followed closely byLuke. As soon as they were running clear, though, several large laser blasts went offall around them, tumbling them to the ground. Leia lost her gun.
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