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We know that you are above pecuniary considerations, and that you do not need our influence, or anybody's. We need yours. And you need not do any work. I will do that. We only need your name.
This ascending and descending stopper is hollow, carpeted, with cushioned seats, and is watched over by two condemned souls, called conductors, one of whom is said to be named Igion, and the other Sisyphus. I love New York, because, as in Paris, everybody that lives in it feels that it is his property, at least, as much as it is anybody's.
In a little while she, too, could see the pony lying down in the cave. "Oh, the poor thing!" she cried. "Teddy, we've got to help him!" "Course we have," he said. "We've got to go for a doctor." "And get him a drink," added Janet. "When anybody's sick a pony or anybody they want a drink. Let's find some water, Teddy. We can bring it to him in our hats!"
He's simply using Madame Olenska as a lightning-rod; I've seen him try the same thing often before." "The LEFFERTSES! " said Mrs. van der Luyden. "The LEFFERTSES! " echoed Mrs. Archer. "What would uncle Egmont have said of Lawrence Lefferts's pronouncing on anybody's social position? It shows what Society has come to." "We'll hope it has not quite come to that," said Mr. van der Luyden firmly.
After luncheon she took Cacilie into her bed-room and began to talk very seriously to her; but to her amazement the girl adopted a brazen attitude; she proposed to go about as she liked; and if she chose to walk with the Chinaman she could not see it was anybody's business but her own. The Frau Professor threatened to write to her uncle.
As to the boy well, thank Heaven, mother had taken him; he was mother's, or Beryl's, or anybody's who wanted him. She had hardly held him in her arms. She was so indifferent about him that as he lay there... Linda glanced down. The boy had turned over. He lay facing her, and he was no longer asleep. His dark-blue, baby eyes were open; he looked as though he was peeping at his mother.
The voice was the voice of a small and exceedingly grimy child, who held in her arms one still smaller and even grimier, known to the neighborhood as "Wemock's Orlando." Under ordinary circumstances, neither Wemock's nor anybody's youngest could have excited the least attention in Tower Hamlets where every doorway and passage swarms with children.
Many persons are surprised, when others court their female relatives; they know them as good young or old women enough, aunts, sisters, nieces, daughters, whatever they may be, but never think of anybody's falling in love with them, any more than of their being struck by lightning.
"I'm afraid not," said the clock. "You see, time can't be on anybody's side, but must be on all sides." "If you are on all sides, then you must be on our side," reasoned Hortense. "Anyway, do you know any way we can get out of your inside?" While Hortense and the clock were thus talking, Malay Kris was rubbing his ropes against one of the weights, and finally succeeded in freeing himself.
Harry Forsyth was a practical youth, who took things as he found them, and he could not even understand how anybody's feelings, much less their actions, should be affected by anything which happened in the days of Oliver Cromwell. He might just as well refuse a penny to an Italian organ-grinder, because Julius Caesar ill-treated the ancient Britons.
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