United States or Northern Mariana Islands ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Once, twice, thrice, the knife went home, and the ruffian collapsed under it with one loud cry. Not letting go his grasp of the dying man's collar, the Seigneur dragged him across the floor, and, opening the door of the small inner room, pulled him inside. For a moment he stood beside the body, panting, then he went to the other room and, bringing a candle, looked at the dead thing in silence.
The fact of his humble origin makes his association with so low a ruffian as Houseman the less remarkable. Vanity in all probability played a considerable part in Aram's disposition. He would seem to have thought himself a superior person, above the laws that bind ordinary men. He showed at the end no consciousness of his guilt.
"We brave fellows can turn our hands to everything. Thou camest by the other passes, I suppose, for I have not seen thee since I returned to the trade." "Yes, yes; I have passed where thou wilt never pass," said Jacques. "And what hast got?" "A new merchandise. My mules will come tomorrow." "Silk sashes, cigars, or linen?" "Thou wilt know in time, amigo," said the ruffian. "Give me the skin.
At intervals an unholy impulse almost drove him to Stark's cabin to finish the work Gale had begun, to do it coldly as a matter of justice, for was he not the one who had put Necia into the hands of that ruffian? Greeting Lee mechanically, he said to Gale: "I can't wait much longer," and sank wearily into a seat.
In Emily Brontë's gruesome phantasmagoria of Wuthering Heights there is a ruffian named Heathcliff; and, whatever be his brutalities and imprecations, we always feel in reading it that Wuthering Heights is merely a grisly dream, not a novel at all. Edward Rochester has something of the Heathcliff too.
He disappeared muttering from the window, and in a moment appeared at a door on the left, disclosing himself now fully as a degraded, flaccid-looking, frouzy ruffian of a very low type, flashily dressed, and of a most unamiable expression.
"Take her to Patty Cannon now," said Mrs. Clark, "who is only fit for dead company." "The dell dead and undocked?" the ruffian exclaimed, slightly shrinking from the body; "maybe she's counterfeited the cranke. I'll search her cly. But, hark!" A wagon and hoofs were heard. "Joe," whispered the woman's husband, "you're only four mile from Dover. Maybe it's warrants for both of us?"
I shuddered as I heard the name of that fell ruffian, and thought that I had slept in the hut with him.
The magistrates ordered the executioners to proceed with their work. Already the victims were chained to the stakes, and the ruffian assistants hurried forward with faggots. We shouted we implored the people to face the guards, and to rescue the prisoners. All our efforts, we feared, would be in vain. The magistrates shouted to the executioners to bring forward the torches.
Well, of his eight friends every man jack is now doing time for burglary, in some cases with violence that second ruffian, for instance, he's in for life in some cases without, but in each case the crime was burglary. And why? Because Salak in the centre there set them on to it. Because Salak nine years ago wasn't the big swell he is now. Because Salak wanted money to start his intrigues.
Word Of The Day