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The roar from without told how the stadium was filled with its chattering thousands. The athlete’s trainers were bestowing their last officious advice. “The Spartan will surely win the quoit-throw. Do not be troubled. In everything else you can crush him.” “Beware of Mœrocles of Mantinea. He’s a knavish fellow; his backers are recalling their bets.
I simply wanted to make sure whether he was alive or not.” “Ah! You wanted to be sure? Well, what then?” “I’m not a doctor. I couldn’t decide. I ran away thinking I’d killed him. And now he’s recovered.” “Excellent,” commented the prosecutor. “Thank you. That’s all I wanted. Kindly proceed.”
"Well, there won’t be any huntin’ of that kind, León. Trinfan knows what he’s doin’, and I don’t think that pinto is goin’ to be runnin’ loose—or alive—much longer." Drew pulled a clean shirt over his head. What kind of game was Johnny Shannon trying to play? Apparently he had almost talked León into using Shiloh as bait in this fool stunt.
I make bread-boards and rolling pins and shinny sticks and cats and little baskets out of cherry-stones.” “Jiminy crickets, he’s forgetting the boats,” Dicky burst in enthusiastically. “He makes the dandiest boats you ever saw in your life.” Maida looked at Arthur in awe. “I never heard anything like it! Can you make anything for girls?”
I am weary enough of all this old wives’ tale! And then why did this Count intrude upon me here? With what right to the castle? You know, my friend, he’s only some sixteenth cousin to the Horeszkos, the tenth water on the kisiel.104 And he must insult me? and I invite him to a reconciliation!” “Brother,” said the Monk, “there are weighty reasons for this.
But perhaps he’s examining the mamma and that poor crippled Nina. I liked that Nina, you know. She whispered to me suddenly as I was coming away, ‘Why didn’t you come before?’ And in such a voice, so reproachfully! I think she is awfully nice and pathetic.” “Yes, yes! Well, you’ll be coming often, you will see what she is like.
“Rosie, if you don’t tell me this minute, I’ll pinch you.” “It was a baby—a little baby brother.” “A baby! Oh, Rosie!” The two little girls hopped about the room in another mad dance. “Maida, he’s the darlingest baby that ever was in the whole wide world! His name is Edward. He’s only six weeks old and he can smile.” “Smile, Rosie?” “He can—I saw him—and sneeze!” “Sneeze, Rosie?”
Dmitri—despises her,” said Alyosha, with a sort of shudder. “Grushenka? No, brother, he doesn’t despise her. Since he has openly abandoned his betrothed for her, he doesn’t despise her. There’s something here, my dear boy, that you don’t understand yet. If he’s honest, he’ll steal; if he’s humane, he’ll murder; if he’s faithful, he’ll deceive.
“That tall, sniveling fellow who used to sit in the market in the summer.” “And what’s your Tchizhov to do with me, good people, eh?” “How can I tell what he’s to do with you?” put in another. “You ought to know yourself what you want with him, if you make such a clamor about him. He spoke to you, he did not speak to us, you stupid. Don’t you really know him?” “Know whom?” “Tchizhov.”
Well, tell him! Who cares?” replied Philippina scornfully. “But who is your father? What is he? Where is he? In Pomerania perhaps?” Whereupon she added in a sing-song voice: “Pomerania is burnt to the ground. Fly, cockchafer, fly!” “My father? He’s in the room there,” replied Eva surprised and offended: “I am in his house, and little Agnes is my sister.”
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