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Colville stood holding her hand, while she uttered these ideas and incoherent repetitions of them, with a deep sense of powerlessness. "If I believed that I could keep you from regretting this " "What should I regret? I won't let you depreciate yourself make yourself out not good enough for the best. Oh, I know how it happened! But now you shall never think of it again. No; I will not let you.
If she had pressed the questions home in his case as she did in Michael's, she would have learnt that he was dead and buried more than a month before. His bodily strength returned, his appetite was something enormous, but his eyes wandered continually; his regard could not be arrested; his speech became slow, impeded, and incoherent.
He did not mention Josephine, but asked me to come to them at once, as he was obliged to go to Washington. I could not, for I was too ill to travel without a certainty of being quite useless at my journey's end. I could but just sit up. Five days after, I had an incoherent sobbing sort of letter from Mrs.
Washington's military genius soon showed itself in the use he made of the loose, incoherent, disorganized mass of men which was called the Continental Army.
Thus had the mother herself become an evil councillor, crying Peace! peace! when there was no peace, and tempting her son to go on and become a devil! But one thing yet rose up for the truth in his miserable heart his reviving and growing love for Isy. It had seemed smothered in selfishness, but was alive and operative: God knows how perhaps through feverish, incoherent, forgotten dreams.
Next comes the rather incoherent alternative that one associates in England with official Liberalism. Liberalism in England is not quite the same thing as Liberalism in the rest of the world; it is woven of two strands.
It was matter of surprise that, notwithstanding his sprightly wit, he never exposed by his raillery those vague, incoherent, and noisy discourses, those rash censures, ignorant decisions, coarse jests, and all that empty jingle of words which at Babylon went by the name of conversation.
Landlord, boots, and chambermaid, overwhelmed me with exclamations, surmises, and incoherent summaries of the night’s news. There had been an outbreak. Lieber Herr, a revolution! One entire house razed to the ground. “Hep! hep!” that is the old cry, “Down with the Jews!” All their bones would be made powder of. Tremendous funeral of Kugelblitz. Students on their way in a body from Heidelberg.
Her words grew more and more indistinct, until they at last became nothing but an incoherent murmur. Ah, now Rosa saw the Holy Virgin. Seized with a superstitious terror, Mrs. Tiralla loosened the child's arms from about her neck. What did Rosa see? What did she hear? Did she really see something? If only Rosa could find out something which could be of use to her her!
Either one must believe the Universe to be one and systematic, and held together by some omnipresent quality, or one must believe it to be a casual aggregation, an incoherent accumulation with no unity whatsoever outside the unity of the personality regarding it.
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