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The old woman of the pain-pinched features looked at her wistfully from sunken grey eyes. "And now that you are rich, my little Jeanne, you will not leave your poor old aunt, who loves you so much, to die alone?" "Ah, mais non! mais non! mais non!" cried Jeanne indignantly. "What do you think I am made of?" "Ah!" breathed Aunt Morin, comforted.
However, they taunted me so, by calling me fighting Tom, that my uncle shut his door upon me as a disgrace to the family, saying, he wished the first bullet had laid me dead very kind of him; at last my patience was worn out, and I looked about to find whether there were not some people who did not consider courage as a sine qua non.
As the Nothing is not to be proved by any argument, it is self-proved. For a cause has to be assigned for that only which is. But what is does not originate either from that which is or that which is not. We never observe that which is to originate from Being; for things such as jars, and so on, do not originate as long as the lump of clay, &c., is non- destroyed.
"Master Frank, there's a Latin maxim which was often put in the mouth of Sir Robert Walpole, and which they ought to put into the Eton grammar, 'Quieta non movere. If things are quiet, let them be quiet!
And yet this dramatic contrast has been wantonly thrown away by the substitution of narrative for representation, less for the sake of a blind adherence to classical convention, as on account of the author's inability honestly to face a powerful situation. The same dramatic incapacity shows itself in his use of borrowings. It will be sufficient to mention the sententious words from Ovid (Amores, I. viii. 43) placed in the mouth of the chorus: Dunque non si dir
I am dubius, non improbus. In the evening, Sir Allan informed us that it was the custom of his house to have prayers every Sunday; and Miss M'Lean read the evening service, in which we all joined. I then read Ogden's second and ninth Sermons on Prayer, which, with their other distinguished excellence, have the merit of being short. Dr.
He hoped she might be coming to the station. "Non vengo!" she cried. He wished her good-night, and turned his horses down the corner. As the diligence came round she saw that it was empty. "Vengo..." Her voice was tremulous, and did not carry. The horses swung off. "Vengo! Vengo!" He had begun to sing, and heard nothing.
In a word, Adrienne was the most complete, the most ideal personification of SENSUALITY not of vulgar, ignorant, non intelligent, mistaken sensuousness which is always deceit ful and corrupted by habit or by the necessity for gross and ill-regulated enjoyments, but that exquisite sensuality which is to the senses what intelligence is to the soul.
In obedience to his very conscience he will temporize, and, finding no other way of achieving good, will do even evil that good may come of it. "Rem si possis recte; si non, quocunque modo rem." In judging of such a character as this, a hard and fast line will certainly lead us astray. In judging of Cicero, such a hard and fast line has too generally been used.
"But time is flying, the minutes are going by, and not only the minutes. There is an old and charming. French ode, which you do not know and which begins: 'Le temps s'en va, le temps s'en va, Madame. Las, le temps? Non. Mais nous nous en allons."
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