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"Say, don’t you do that to me, Doc. I may be unfortunit; I’m a poor damn fool an’ I know it. But don’t tell me you’re here for your health." "I won’t repeat it, Duck," I said, smiling. "Much obliged. Now for God’s sake let’s talk business. You think you’ve got me cinched. You think you can go home an’ raise hell in the 50th while I’m doin’ time into these here trenches.
“To be sure I do,” said Hosmer, relying on a knowledge lent him by previous similar experiences, and taking in the clinging artistic drapery that enfolded her tall spare figure, “you’ve a new gown on. I didn’t think to mention it, but I noticed it all the same.” This admission of a discernment that he had failed to make evident, aroused Melicent’s uncontrolled mirth.
Only fancy, he is jealous of the Pole. ‘Why are you keeping him?’ he said. ‘So you’ve begun keeping him.’ He is jealous, jealous of me all the time, jealous eating and sleeping! He even took it into his head to be jealous of Kuzma last week.” “But he knew about the Pole before?” “Yes, but there it is.
The woman did not need an answer to her question. The steady trampling of hoofs came muffled through the dead air, but the sound was unmistakable. She put her arms about the man’s neck and crushed him to her with all her woman strength. "Oh, Jim, you’ve been a good man to me!" "Steady—steady." He strained her close to him.
Who can object to this? “Religious ideas have the fate of melodies, which, once set afloat in the world, are taken up by all sorts of instruments, some of them woefully coarse, feeble, or out of tune, until people are in danger of crying out that the melody itself is detestable.” Is it not one of the “mixed results of revivals” that “some gain a religious vocabulary rather than a religious experience?” Is there a descendant of the Puritans who will not relish the fair play of this? “They might give the name of piety to much that was only Puritanic egoism; they might call many things sin that were not sin, but they had at least the feeling that sin was to be avoided and resisted, and color-blindness, which may mistake drab for scarlet, is better than total blindness, which sees no distinction of color at all.” Is not Adam Bede justified in saying that “to hear some preachers you’d think a man must be doing nothing all his life but shutting his eyes and looking at what’s going on in the inside of him,” or that “the doctrines are like finding names for your feelings so that you can talk of them when you’ve never known them?” Read all she has said before you object to anything she has said.
“That’s enough!” he shouted in his ringing voice. “What’s the matter?” Mitya stared at him. “That’s enough! I don’t want you to play any more. Don’t!” “Why?” “Because I don’t. Hang it, come away. That’s why. I won’t let you go on playing.” Mitya gazed at him in astonishment. “Give it up, Mitya. He may be right. You’ve lost a lot as it is,” said Grushenka, with a curious note in her voice.
I won’t go to her at all. Why push myself forward again?” “But you told her that she had never cared for you.” “I did that on purpose. Alyosha, shall I call for some champagne? Let us drink to my freedom. Ah, if only you knew how glad I am!” “No, brother, we had better not drink,” said Alyosha suddenly. “Besides I feel somehow depressed.” “Yes, you’ve been depressed a long time, I’ve noticed it.”
“You’ll find a rough crowd in here, sir,” said the host, as he paused on the threshold; “but a good fire, anyhow. ’Tain’t many of these loafers as understand this convention business—I presume, Gen’ral, you’ve attended the convention—they all on ’em thinks they does, tho’. Fact most on ’em thinks they’d orter be on the committee theirselves.
Ever since Lise took back her promise—her childish promise, Alexey Fyodorovitch—to marry you, you’ve realized, of course, that it was only the playful fancy of a sick child who had been so long confined to her chair—thank God, she can walk now!... that new doctor Katya sent for from Moscow for your unhappy brother, who will to-morrow—But why speak of to-morrow?
On the back porch he tried to kiss her, and when she protested,—because he was going to be married on Monday,—he caught her and kissed her until she got one hand free and slapped him. Mr. Harling put his beer bottles down on the table. “This is what I’ve been expecting, Ántonia. You’ve been going with girls who have a reputation for being free and easy, and now you’ve got the same reputation.
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