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"The schmetterling the butterfly. In Amerika, sir, you have many fine species, notably Parnassus clodius and the Parnassus smintheus of the four varietal forms." His prominent eyes shifted from one detail of Brown’s costume to another not apparently an intelligent examination, but a sort of protruding and indifferent stare.
Brown’s allowing it, and that they couldn’t bear it, and had no patience with such impertinence. But such is the gentle and forgiving nature of woman, that although we looked very narrowly for it, we could not detect the slightest harshness in the subsequent treatment of Mr. Griggins. Indeed, upon the whole, it struck us that among the ladies he seemed rather more popular than before!
The calling of the voices in Brockden Brown’s novel of ‘Wieland’ is awful; so is the picture of the Dweller on the Threshold, in Bulwer’s ‘Zanoni;’ but,” he added, shaking his head gloomily, “there is something more horrible still than these.” “Look here, Hammond,” I rejoined, “let us drop this kind of talk, for Heaven’s sake! We shall suffer for it, depend on it.”
Brown’s theory requires us to suppose, on the contrary, that assent to the proposition is produced by evolving, through an analytic process, this very element out of the idea.
Brown, infer because Socrates is a man, that Socrates is mortal. But even this admission, though amounting to a surrender of the doctrine that an argument consists of the minor and the conclusion alone, will not save the remainder of Dr. Brown’s theory.
His gaze, however, was arrested for a moment where the lump under Brown’s tunic indicated something concealed a hunting knife, for example. Brown’s automatic was strapped there.
Monotonously, paying no attention, Professor von Dresslin continued: "I, the life history of the Parnassus Apollo, haff from my early youth investigated with minuteness, diligence, and patience." His protuberant eyes were now fixed on Brown’s rifle again. "For many years I haff bred this Apollo butterfly from the egg, from the caterpillar, from the chrysalis.
He fished out a flat green box from his pocket, opened it under Brown’s nose, leaning close enough to touch Brown with an exploring and furtive elbow and felt the contour of the automatic. Amid a smell of carbolic and camphor cones Brown beheld, pinned side by side upon the cork-lined interior of the box, two curiously pretty butterflies.
Do you remember our notes at the lectures on the poets? And our ambition to write at least one deathless poem apiece before we died?" Von Glahn’s dark eyes narrowed with merriment and his gentle laugh and attractive voice sounded pleasantly in Brown’s ears. "You wrote at least one famous poem to Rosa," he said, still laughing. "To Rosa? Oh! Rosa of the Café Luitpold!
Composition. I am able to present the reader by anticipation with the correspondence which will pass between Mr. Brown’s father and Mr. White, the tutor, on the subject of Mr. Brown’s examination for entrance at the University. And, in doing so, let me state the reason why I dwell on what many will think an extreme case, or even a caricature.
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