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Death seemed to draw near the door, and often to lift the latch, and sometimes to thrust his ugly skull into the chamber, nodding to Rose, and pointing at her husband, but still delayed to enter. "This bedridden wretch cannot escape me!" quoth Death. "I will go forth, and run a race with the swift, and fight a battle with the strong, and come back for Toothaker at my leisure!"
She learned why the sea is salt, how "the tears of women made the waves of the sea," and how the sea has ii no friends, and how the cat's eyes change with the tides. What had she lost of life by her swift translation from the dusty existence of cities to the open immensity of nature's freedom? What did she gain?
"'Twas Abel sent me," said Jan; "he said I was to take to my books. So I come because Abel axed me. For I be main fond of Abel." "Abel was right," said the old man. "Take to learning, my lad. Love your books, friends that nobody can kill, or part ye from." "I'd like to learn pieces like them you say," said Jan. "So ye shall, so ye shall!" cried Master Swift. "It's a fine thing, is learning poetry.
What do we know about the personality of Shakespeare? Perhaps we are happy in our ignorance. "Sometimes," said Jonathan Swift, "I read a book with pleasure and detest the author."
Faro, most of the time. Bad luck, too." Red Pearce's coarse face twisted into a scornful sneer. It must have been a lash to Kells. "Pearce says you're chasing a woman," retorted the bandit leader. "Pearce lies!" flashed Cleve. His action was as swift. And there he stood with a gun thrust hard against Pearce's side. "JIM! Don't kill him!" yelled Kells, rising. Pearce's red face turned white.
"Why, madam," answered he, "they don't know when to abuse him, and when to praise him; I will allow no man to speak ill of David that he does not deserve." Mme. D'Arblay's Diary, i. 65. See ante, i. 393, note 1. The passage is in a letter dated Dublin, Oct. 12, 1727. 'Here is my maintenance, wrote Swift, 'and here my convenience.
And we was laughin' about it and sayin' Billy wasn't the boy to make any mistake about his orders, when we heard the lieutenant come a-runnin' swift down t'other side the street and then saw him scootin' it for the open p'rade." Did the witness recognize the officer? did he see him plainly?
The horses might have been submerged in some swift Lethean stream; nothing but the top of the coach and the rigid bulk of Yuba Bill arose above them. Yet even in that awful moment our speed was unslackened; it was as if Bill cared no longer to guide but only to drive, or as if the direction of his huge machine was determined by other hands than his.
To the consideration of such persons we could recommend words like maid, maiden, damsel, weep, bide, sojourn, seek, heinous, swift, chide*, and the many other excellent and expressive old words which are now falling into colloquial disuse. There is one curious means by which the life of these words may be lengthened and by which, possibly, they may regain a current and colloquial use.
He asked permission to sit down; kicked a box into the small, open space between the Captain, the jury, and the prisoners, and seated himself with the air of a man about to perform an extremely painful duty. "Hold up your right hand," commanded the Captain. Swift apologetically raised his left hand and gazed steadfastly into the cold, impartial eyes of his Captain.
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