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"But since Nicholas has stolen them, it is none of our business." "You think so, Francois?" "Yes, I do." "Yet it seems to me that I should have preferred that the person to whom they belonged should have given them to us. Don't you think so, Francois?" "Oh, it's all the same to me. They have been given to us, and that's enough." "You are very sure?" "Why, yes, yes; do be quiet."
Unziar was unable to ride on at once after crossing the river, which is in flood. Therefore I have come. Was it possible Rallywood had merely shirked facing the difficulty in this way? thought Selpdorf. 'Ah, Major Counsellor? And these are the despatches? 'These are Major Counsellor's private despatches, which were stolen from him within the frontier of Maäsau! said Rallywood.
"Have you discovered, my good madam, whether my poor Hetty has stolen any of the spoons? When I came to breakfast this morning, my daughter was alone, and there must have been a score of pieces of silver on the table." "Law, sir! who ever said a word about spoons? Did I ever accuse the poor dear? If I did, may I drop down dead at this moment on this hearth-rug!
To murder his master a second time and carry off the money that had already been stolen? Gentlemen, are you laughing? I am ashamed to put forward such suggestions, but, incredible as it seems, that’s just what the prisoner alleges. When he had left the house, had knocked Grigory down and raised an alarm, he tells us Smerdyakov got up, went in and murdered his master and stole the money!
Our beaches of the temperate zones are wastes compared with these, for not only were the sands strewn with a vast débris of forest and jungle, but animal life abounded. The hermits toddled about, carrying their stolen shells, some as small as watch charms, and the land-crabs fed on the purauand hibiscus-leaves.
On return to camp, after an absence of not more than half an hour, I was astonished to see it surrounded by the tracks of numerous "black-fellows." I guessed they had paid us a visit for no good purpose, and was hardly surprised when I found that they had not only stolen all our flour, but added insult to injury by scattering it about the ground.
If she still had the bell tied around her neck, there was no reason why they should not be successful. But while walking forward, Fred Linden asked a question of himself that he did not repeat aloud. "Has she been stolen?" This query was naturally followed by others.
"If it ever does, I will remember your goodness." Gilbert looked scrutinisingly at Marian Holbrook as she stood before him with the cold gray light of the sunless day full upon her face. He wanted to read the story of her life in that beautiful face, if it were possible. He wanted to know whether she was happy with the man who had stolen her from him.
She flung open the window of the bedroom, and looked out over the deadly stillness of the fields and the heavy darkness. "But they do need them," she said, in the same quiet, hopeless tone, "and the souls have got to be provided." "What is the time?" asked Algitha. A clock had struck, outside. "Could it be the clock of Craddock church? The sound must have stolen down hill, through the still air."
She then told him that she was his real mother, and that he had been stolen away from her by the old Toad-Woman, who was a child-thief and a witch.
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