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But it seemed as if the humility of the Franciscans had in the long run deprived them of influence. Perhaps, too, their /role/ as friends and liberators of the people was ended since the people now undertook to liberate itself. And so the only real remaining battle was between the Dominicans and the Jesuits, both of whom still claimed to mould the world according to their particular views.
Put it into a mould to congeal, and when you want to turn it out dip the mould into lukewarm water. Or you may put it into glasses at once. You must have a pint of juice to a pound of sugar. A few grains of saffron boiled with the jelly will improve the colour without affecting the taste.
Scarce could I stop to make my bullets in the mould which came along with it, but must be off to the Quarry Hill, and new target I had made there. And he taught me then how to ride bright Winnie, who was grown since I had seen her, but remembered me most kindly.
Pour all into the decorated mould, put on ice, and when it is to be turned out wrap a cloth dipped in hot water round the mould; give it a smart slap on both sides, and it will turn out without difficulty. Coffee Cream.
The judge mechanically scrawled his name at the bottom of the papers, glanced at the words of the arraignments, and then scowled over the edge of his desk at the flashily dressed girls before him. They all seemed slight variations on the same mould. Perhaps one girl would simulate some hysterical sobs, and begin by protesting her innocence. Another would be hard and indifferent.
"That's so," said Bob; "if we could only content ourselves with a few bulbous roots and grass all would be well, but, Frank, we sometimes want a little tea and sugar; occasionally we run short of tobacco; now and then we long for literature; coffee sometimes recurs to memory; at rare intervals, especially when domestic affairs go wrong, the thought of woman, as of a long-forgotten being of angelic mould, will come over us.
Truly, the mind of living man never worked as Swift's worked. That this is so is visible in every line, in every word he ever wrote. No phrase of his is like any other man's; no conception of his is ever cast in the common mould. It is this that lends something so dreadful and mysterious to all Swift's writings.
The molten glass is blown to the approximate size and then a boy shuts it inside the mould and the blower blows into it until it has entirely filled out the mould in which it is confined. When released it is shaped to the form required." "But doesn't it stick to the mould?" "Seldom. The moulds are painted over on the inside with a preparation which prevents the glass from sticking."
"But the refreshments made me ill; really, I was quite sick." The lady looked both amused and interested, and Elizabeth rattled on: "You see, I got my ice-cream in a mould a little chicken; what was yours?" "A rose, I think some sort of flower." "Oh, that would be lovely! to eat a rose. But mine was a chicken, and before I thought I cut his poor little pink head off with my spoon.
Your brother was to me a source of great interest, from the first moment that I knew him. His future was an object in life, and I thought I could mould it. What a mistake! Instead of making his fortune I have only dissipated his life." "You have been to him the kindest and the most valuable of friends, and he feels it." "It is no use being kind, and I am valuable to no one.
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