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"It can never be utterly stamped out," Muscari answered; "because armed revolt is a recreation natural to southerners. Our peasants are like their mountains, rich in grace and green gaiety, but with the fires beneath. There is a point of human despair where the northern poor take to drink and our own poor take to daggers." "A poet is privileged," replied Ezza, with a sneer.
"Is there to be a race between an Elephant on roller skates and the White Rocking Horse?" "Yes," answered the Horse himself, "we are going to have a little race, just for fun, you know. I thought it would be amusing." "Where are you going to run the race?" asked the Candy Rabbit. "Down to the elevators and back again," answered the White Rocking Horse.
When Willie Pirie appeared at the board who is now a Cambridge don of such awful learning that his juniors, themselves distinguished persons, can only imagine where he is in pure mathematics the school, by tacit permission, suspended operations to see the performance.
"Ye see, yer Aunt Lois was knowin' to all this 'ere about Ruth, so there wer'n't no gettin' away from it; and it's about as remarkable a providence as any o' them of Mister Cotton Marther's 'Magnilly. So if you'll come up in the barn-chamber this arternoon, where I've got a lot o' flax to hatchel out, I'll tell ye all about it."
He drew near to the hotel where Chayne was staying and saw under the lamp above the door a guide whom he knew talking with a young girl. The young girl raised her head. It was she who had said, "I am sorry." As Michel came within the circle of light she recognized him.
He was patching the holes with brown wrapping-paper, but was chiefly concerned because in his own garden the dahlias were broken. During the first part of the bombardment, when firing became too hot for him, he had retreated with his family to the corner of the street, where are the cellars of the Roderers, the champagne people. There are worse places in which to hide in than a champagne cellar.
For to-morrow I can't say for sure to-morrow but I think it will be, and I can't say the time I'm going to do my best to get you sent back to where you should never have been taken from." She stopped a moment as if to judge of the effect of her words.
Strolling on, careless and content, he had reached a gap where the trees fell apart, framing blue deeps and distances of sea and sky.
She dared not allow herself to ask why she wept dared not allow to herself that her first-born was not a lovely thought to her dared not ask where he could have got such a mean nature so mean that he did not know he was mean.
Where the spirit of love and duty pervades the home where head and heart bear rule wisely there where the daily life is honest and virtuous where the government is sensible, kind and loving, then may we expect from such a home an issue of healthy, useful, and happy beings, capable, as they gain the requisite strength of following the footsteps of their parents, of walking uprightly, governing themselves wisely, and contributing to the welfare of those about them.
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