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She screamed and she said Jimmy you come in the house this minute and leave that nasty dog outdoors and I said I won't come, I hate you. Then mommy said Jimmy! You wicked, ugly little monster, and I said I don't care, when I get big I'm going to hurt you and throw you in the wood shed and lock you in until you die and make you eat coconut pudding and Bobby hates you too.

He says he has been too ill to notice things and he hates going out of doors and hates gardens and gardeners. But he likes to hear about this garden because it is a secret. I daren't tell him much but he said he wanted to see it." "Us'll have him out here sometime for sure," said Dickon. "I could push his carriage well enough.

But, after all, the true feeling comes out at last, "And now, at length," he says, "coming to the statements, not English, but foreign, which offend you, I will frankly say that I read some of those which you quote with grief and almost anger." They are "perverse sayings," which he hates. He fills a page and a half with a number of them, and then deliberately pronounces his rejection of them.

For a serious divinity student, it's wonderful what a good imitation you can give of a man who hates books." "Well, now, Belle, you know, and I know, and all the world knows, I can preach a better sermon than Dr. Jebb, although he has studied a thousand books to my one and knows more in a minute of time than I can ever know in a month of Sundays.

"But I have already told you, Monsieur Fouquet," replied D'Artagnan, moved to the depths of his soul, "that you are woefully exaggerating. The king likes you." "No, no," said Fouquet, shaking his head. "M. Colbert hates you." "M. Colbert! What does that matter to me?" "He will ruin you." "Ah! I defy him to do that, for I am ruined already."

You never knew a woman that didn't believe her husband's beliefs, hate his hates, love his loves." Davis smiled, and his eyes twinkled kindly on his boyish inquisitor. "I know only one woman. That is as much as a man can speak for. She doesn't hate my hates, love my loves, or enter unprotestingly into all my ways.

The author hates you, Count; and difficult as it may be to connect the idea of immortality or, in plain terms, of a sequel with the paper and printer's ink of which your humanity is made, it is yet more difficult to foresee anything but punishment and pain for one who is justly hateful in the eyes of his creator."

She named the hour this morning when you are to start for Brescia. She stated what force you have, what arms you expect; she named you all." "Nagen Nagen," Carlo repeated; "the man's unknown to me." "It's sufficient that he is an Austrian officer." "Quite. She hates me, and she has reason, for she's aware that I mean to fight her lover, and choose my time.

"And when at length the mind shall be all free, From what it hates in this degraded form, Reft of its carnal life, save what shall be Existent happier in the fly or worm; When elements to elements conform, And dust is as it should be."

She sat there, with these altruistic loves and hates premature, artificial things! drooping away; conscious only, nakedly conscious, of the thirst for individual happiness, personal joy ashamed of it too, in her bewildered youth! not knowing that she was thereby best serving her sex and her race in the fore-ordained ways of destiny. And the wickedness of men?