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But, though it have just come from the engine-shop, it is still inert. To acquire the power of movement, it must receive from the stoker a supply of 'energy- producing food; in other words, he lights a few shovelfuls of coal in its inside. This heat will produce mechanical work. Even so with the beast.
Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake." The stoker feared for Zoulmekan and said in himself, "Maybe the eunuch will do him some hurt." So he answered, "I know not who it was." "By Allah," said the eunuch, "thou liest, for there is none awake here but thou! So needs must thou know him." "By Allah," replied the stoker, "I tell thee the truth!
Azuma-zi hesitated, and then slipped across noiselessly into shadow by the switch. There he waited. Presently the manager's footsteps could be heard returning. He stopped in his old position, unconscious of the stoker crouching ten feet away from him. Then the big dynamo suddenly fizzled, and in another moment Azuma-zi had sprung out of the darkness upon him.
She never has beauxs round her, as some young girls do they say that she is not happy with her aunt and another woman that stays with her, and that is the reason she keeps so much to herself. The minister came to see me the other day, Mr. Stoker his name is. I was all alone, and it frightened me, for he looks, oh, so solemn on Sundays!
"You know that stoker who was killed in the mill a month ago? Of course not, what are such people to you? There was a girl who loved him, you know what that is? She's dead now, here. She drank herself to death, a most unpicturesque suicide. I want you to look at her. You need not blush for her life of shame, now; she's dead. Is Hetty here?" The woman got up. "She is, Zur. She is, Mem.
He had been fireman, night fireman in the factory; but during the day he had nothing to do but sleep, earning sure money by a lazy life merely by making fires! "Hm!" The chairman of the parish council scratched his head when sundry villagers turned up their noses in the direction of Will Stoker. What? He should have set the fires?
Mr. Stoker. He spoke well of Cyprian Eveleth. A good young man, limited, but exemplary. Would succeed well as rector of a small parish. That required little talent, but a good deal of the humbler sort of virtue. As for himself, he confessed to ambition, yes, a great deal of ambition. A failing, he supposed, but not the worst of failings.
"I should just love it," said Roberta "do you think I could when I'm grown up, Daddy? Or even a stoker?" "You mean a fireman," said Daddy, pulling and twisting at the engine. "Well, if you still wish it, when you're grown up, we'll see about making you a fire-woman. I remember when I was a boy " Just then there was a knock at the front door. "Who on earth!" said Father.
"Thanks be to God," replied Zoulmekan, "I am well and like to recover, if so He please." The stoker praised the Lord of All for this and going to the market, bought ten chickens, which he carried to his wife and said to her, "Kill two of these for him every day, one in the morning and the other at nightfall."
For a moment the big stoker's arm quivered to strike, then slowly fell. "You ain't worth smashin'," Sullivan snarled, and turned away. "Well, what d'yer know about that!" the new stoker cried. "It's that way all the time," he was answered; "there ain't a trip Dan don't ball the Mouse out to a fare-you-well; but he never lays hand to 'im. None of us knows why." "You don't? Well, I do.
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