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Timar rushed to the scene of misfortune, and with great presence of mind, seeing the magnitude of the danger, seized the mailed criminal in a place where its weapons could not reach him, pressed its head between his strong fingers, and obliged it to let go its prey; then he dashed it with such force on to a stone that it was shattered, and gave up its black ghost.
We see it in a desolation of the mind, a shape forlorn against the alien light of the setting of a day of dread, the ghost of what was fair, but was broken, and is lost. In Fleet Street yesterday there was at lunch with us an American Army officer who discoursed heartily about a certain literary public-house.
"Fifty thousand cash and ten thousand shares of preferred stock hundred dollars par." "What's that worth?" "At the market rate when I left town, seventy-eight." Kellogg waited a moment. "Well, what do you say?" "Say? Great Caesar's Ghost! What is there to say?
He put out his hand without a word. She hesitated over it, her eyes questioning him mutely, and then with the ghost of a smile she touched his fingers. "I want to explain," he said huskily. "What?" "You remember I gave you my word that no harm would come to Barry?" "No man could have helped him." "You don't hold it against me?" A gust of wind moaned around them.
So, also, when they fancy that the authority of the Church is not necessary to the preservation of the action of the Holy Spirit in the soul. As a matter of fact, the innumerable divisions of Protestants among themselves plainly show that the interior action of the Holy Ghost does not extend to making each individual infallible.
The ghost of a smile a grim one altered the Colonel's expression for a second, then faded. He looked at Ailsa curiously. Then: "Have you anything to tell me that perhaps I may be entitled to know about, Ailsa?" "No." "I see. I beg your pardon. If you ever are perplexed in doubt I shall always " "Thank you," she said faintly. . . . "And I am so sorry "
In her waking hours she always said he was on a merchant ship. Was it not one of those visions, which come to mortals and give them sometimes a peep into Space, and, far more rarely, a glance into Time? One day in the autumn, Alfred, being in town on law business, met what seemed the ghost of Mrs. Dodd in the streets. She saw him not; her eye was on that ghastly face she had seen in her dreams.
The ghost from the other world is a mere piece of stage scenery; to the real sentiment belongs the frank paganism of Hamlet as he holds the skull, this is the end of Yorick, and that anything of Yorick may still live except these mouldering bones does not even occur to Hamlet as a question.
Fancy being less afraid of a thing that might be a ghost than you are of a real flesh-and-blood uncle, who is really quite a dear old man!" "It does seem silly," admitted Marjory, "but it's no good pretending it isn't true, because it is." They went to the old wing next morning.
"In the 'Times' of yesterday there is a letter signed 'The Ghost, which, like all that the 'Times' permits to appear in its columns, is intended to throw dust in the eyes of the public, and direct attention from the real authors of the calamity, viz., the present Government, to that of Lord Aberdeen, or the German Emperor.
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