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But, Ilaria, you knew well what gave colour to the faint and worn old words about Fior di spin giallo, or O Dea fatale, or "O Dio de' Dei! La piu bellina mi parete voi; O quanto sete cara agli occhi miei!" And so the days passed in your square corner palace, until the plague came down with the North wind, and you bowed your proud neck before it like a mountain pine.
He might confess to himself, also, that that English clergyman, in his quiet parsonage, under his ancient trees, seemed to him a very happy man all at once in that moment. After a while, he said: "It must be so. Happiness and unhappiness are one thing for poor people, and another for the rich." He looked at the clock. "But now " "Now, I have no time!" laughed Cara.
Gay curtains hung in the windows, and the veranda had been freshly painted. "At the end of the month Lucien gets his relief, and then they are to be married," said the little Cure. Early on St. Stephen's Day which is the day after Christmas young John Cara, son of old John Cara, the smith of Porthennis, took down his gun and went forth to kill small birds.
You killed everything in life that mattered damned my chances of happiness once and for always.... No, I don't think I've forgiven you. I've endeavoured to forget you." He paused, then added with a brief, ironic laugh: "It was a queer joke for fate to play bringing us both to the same neighbourhood." "I didn't know," said Cara hastily. "You know that, don't you?
Freed from the bandage, and drinking in again reviving breaths, Karyl awoke to the sense of his surroundings. His eyes at once swept the place for Cara, but he saw only the closed door of the room where she was detained. Martin looked down and as their eyes met he casually nodded. "Sorry to inconvenience you," he commented affably, "but this is politics, you know.
"My castle lacks nothing save a mistress, and all my heart is craving for you, its ideal mate. I love you, love you, love you, mia cara, with all the strength and passion of my being. Confess that you love me, darling, and say you will be mine."
"Thank you," said Jones, who began to write: I, Angelo Cara, being in full possession of my senses and conscious of the immanence of death, do solemnly swear to the truth of this my dying declaration, which, I also solemnly swear, is made by me without any collusion with Keith Lennox. First; I firmly believe in God, in a life hereafter, and in future rewards and punishments.
In wisdom and love firm is thy fame: Enemies bow to revere thy name: The world shall never tire to tell Praise of the queen that reignèd well. O Felix anima, Domina pracclara, Amore semper coronabere Regina Cara Rudyard Kipling's poetry is as familiar to us as the air we breathe. He is the spokesman for the Anglo-Saxon breed.
Will you help me to keep my promise?" "Yes yes yes," was the emphatic response. "If there is in me a particle of strength, it is yours, and you may lean on it confidently. Oh, Henry! trust in me. The lessons of the past have not been learned in vain." "I am very weak, Cara; the pressure of a child's hand might throw me over. Do not forget this. Never forget it!
And the mother, mad with sorrow, goaded by the screaming, green-eyed, vacant-minded, despairing till a new spirit entered into her, the spirit of Cara the All-mother, Mother Carey the Beneficent, Mother Carey the wise Straightwalker. Then the mother mink, inspired, sprang on her suffering baby. With all the power of her limbs she sprang and clutched; with all the power of her love she craunched.
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