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I must rouse my invention, and make up my little domestic romance. Am I feeling nervous about it? Something flutters in the place where my heart used to be. At five-and-thirty, too! and after such a life as mine!" Six o'clock. He has just gone. The day for our marriage is a day determined on already. "I have tried to rest and recover myself. I can't rest. I have come back to these leaves.

"Is he about five-and-thirty?" asked Vincent, "rather short, and with reddish coloured hair and whiskers?" "Precisely," said I; "are not all Toms alike?" "Ah," said Vincent, "I know him well: he is a clever, shrewd fellow, but a most unmitigated rascal.

Staggering, as if struck by lightning, he lost his balance and tumbled over the parapet. The noose was on his neck. It ran up with his weight, tight as a bowstring. He fell for five-and-thirty feet, and then, after a sudden jerk, and a terrible convulsion of the limbs, swung lifeless against the wall. Old Curiosity Shop

Thus did they merrily pass their time in travelling on their high way, always making good cheer, and were very pleasant till they came a little above Orleans, in which place there was a forest of five-and-thirty leagues long, and seventeen in breadth, or thereabouts.

Steadying her voice, as best she might, she read on, and the old soldier stood bareheaded to hear that first Roll of the Dead at Waterloo, which began with the Duke of Brunswick, and ended with Ensign Brown. Five-and-thirty British Captains fell asleep that day on the bed of Honor, and the Black Captain slept among them.

'Why, to be sure, said the aged groceress in the background, 'it isn't John Lackland's son never it can't be he who went to foreign parts five-and-thirty years ago with his wife and family? Yet what do I hear? that's his father's voice! 'That's the man, replied the stranger. 'John Lackland was my father, and I am John Lackland's son.

Clotilde de Rupt, at this time five-and-thirty, and as good as widowed, with a husband who turned egg-cups in every variety of wood, who set his mind on making wheels with six spokes out of iron-wood, and manufactured snuff-boxes for everyone of his acquaintance, flirted in strict propriety with Amedee de Soulas.

One was a fair man of five-and-thirty, rather stout, and elaborately dressed. He trod softly and carried his hat behind him, while he leaned a little forward in his walk.

For five-and-thirty minutes not a sound was heard throughout the length and breadth of that boat, save the clank of cutlery and crockery, and the steady grinding of four sets of molars. At the end of five-and-thirty minutes, Harris said, "Ah!" and took his left leg out from under him and put his right one there instead.

Yet, in the teeth of modern theories that have at least the air of physiological certainties, one must admit that he is still alive. A comparison between the five-and-thirty photographs reproduced by M. Besson and those at the end of Herr Meier-Graefe's monograph suggests that even since 1910 his art has developed.