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A right, a generous ambition to make a figure in the world, necessarily gives the desire of pleasing; the desire of pleasing points out, to a great degree, the means of doing it; and the art of pleasing is, in truth, the art of rising, of distinguishing one's self, of making a figure and a fortune in the world.
"I'll take you home in the morning all right." "I ain't done nothink to you," whined the boy. "I know. No one's going to hurt you." "You let me be, then; do you 'ear?" repeated the boy. "What did you fetch me 'ere for?" "You were nearly being killed last night," said Jack. "You're a lie, I worn't," was the polite answer. "Yes you were," said Jack. "A woman was nearly murdering you."
"I know, Fraeulein," he said, "That you are one of those who dislike me, and seek to do me harm. I am sorry. It is long since I discarded a youthful belief that it was possible to get on in life without arousing ill feeling. Believe me, it is impossible even to hold one's own in this world without making enemies. There are two sides to every question, Fraeulein remember that."
When his feet ground in the shallow water, he was bleeding at the mouth, but he carried the girl past the foam. "Take her up to our house, and send for Bella to put her in bed. She's nigh done for. And now, my lasses, give us that dry rope; this one's over stiff."
I don't think there is anything much more trying to one's nerves than having to sit and wait for some critical event which may happen at any moment. I have had a good deal of practice at waiting in my life, but I never remember the hours dragging so desperately slowly as they did the remainder of that afternoon.
"Very well, may be I do, and again may be I don't; there's times when the one's better than the other; but go an; may be I do grant it." "Now tell me where in this parish, ay, or in the next five parishes to it, you'd find sich a boy for a father or mother to be proud out of, as Connor, your own darlin' as you often cau him?"
"Of course it is really quite your own fault for being so tospy-turvily arranged in every way. But, to return to the subject, why should not one speak of one's heart?"
By daylight he was on the move, thousands of other horses with him. Nearer and nearer they rode to the place where the guns were growling. Sometimes they were on roads, sometimes they crossed fields, and again they plunged into the woods where the low branches struck one's eyes and scratched one's flanks.
You'd never get in by yourself." They got out; and oh, the comfort of being in some one's charge, of having a determined man in uniform to look after one! And yet even now there was to Mrs. Bunting something dream-like, unsubstantial about the whole business.
Well, the great thing, you see, is to keep one's self out of reach of the housemaid's brush. Mrs. You forget how long ago my husband died. It's fifteen years since I've been an object of interest to anybody but the public. The only one of your admirers to whom you've ever given the least encouragement! Mrs. Dale. Say rather the most easily pleased! Ventnor. Or the only one you cared to please?
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