United States or Lesotho ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
None of them care about his feelings or the change that has taken place in him. He is lonely. Long winters, long evenings, an empty garden, empty rooms, the grumbling Count, the ailing wife.... He has nowhere to go. This is why he is every minute tortured by the question: what is he to do with himself? Now about his fifth enemy.
"That I have foibles, and perhaps many of them, I shall not deny. I should esteem myself, as the world also would, vain and empty, were I to arrogate perfection.
Devens's remarks, Adèle was deep in her novel, and a flirtation and some portfolios of prints occupied the rest. To refuse was only to attract attention; besides, I should like to walk. I rose and went out with him into the hall that shut off the wing from the great empty caravansary. "'And the long carpets rose along the gusty floor,"
But Trouble was a very little fellow, though his father often said he could get into as many kinds of mischief as could the larger Curlytops. "Oh dear! This is too bad!" went on Mrs. Martin. "Why did you do it, Trouble! What made you empty the bag of salt into the lake?" "Want to make ocean wif salt water," was the answer.
Everyone was still simple, natural, matter-of-fact. But that night, doubtless, each man dreamed his dream. The West Point stripling saw in his empty shoulder-straps a single bar, as the man above him saw two tiny bars where he had been so proud of one.
In winter we sometimes varied these walks by kicking a foot-ball in an empty lot, or, on the rare occasions when there was enough snow, by trying a couple of sets of skis or snow-skates, which had been sent me from Canada. But always on our way out to and back from these walks and sport, there was one topic to which, in our talking, we returned, and that was the possible war with Spain.
P. S. Please send your answer right to me, because I want to surprise ma with some things for Thanksgiving. The next morning he set off to look at his most distant quail traps, found them empty, and circled round to the village, where he posted his letter. The days crept slowly by, and times grew more and more uncomfortable in the little sod house.
Now that she saw him walking before her with heavy languid steps, this fear gave place to pity; she remembered her mother's gentle superstition which had prevented her from ever sending the hungry empty away, for fear lest she herself should come to need bread.
The little Chevalier watched the boat glide out into the gloom of night, and waited till he knew that they must all be aboard Ranulph's schooner and making for the sea. Then he turned and went back to the empty house in the Rue d'Egypte. Opening the book Carterette had placed in his hands before they left the house, he turned up and scanned closely the last written page.
Suddenly, too, in the silence, maybe he caught sight of a strange, hairy, masterful presence, sitting by the stream, whittling reeds, and blowing his breath into them here and there, and finally binding them together with rushes, till he had made out of the empty reeds and rushes an instrument that sang everything that can be sung and told you everything that can be told.
Word Of The Day