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"Tell him I will come any day he likes except the day after to-morrow, when I have to go to a wedding at the 'Apple Garden." "I congratulate you," said the count and the marquis together, "it will no doubt be very pleasant." "I expect to enjoy myself heartily there." "Could not we come, too?" "Do you really want to?" "Certainly."

If I do evil, I have no excuse; I do it of my own free will; to ask him to change my will is to ask him to do what he asks of me; it is to want him to do the work while I get the wages; to be dissatisfied with my lot is to wish to be no longer a man, to wish to be other than what I am, to wish for disorder and evil.

"His manner tells me so: he's more subdued and gentle; almost sad, indeed, sometimes. He's lived so much in his mind since we were engaged: I can see it in his face, and hear it in his voice, even. He's not like other men; I never want him to be; he has all that makes other men worth any thing, and still is himself.

I would feel better to do something when you are going to give us such a perfectly lovely supper." "Please sit still and rest," said Rosanna, smiling. "You want to feel real good and hungry when supper is ready, and I am sure you must be tired nearly to death. And if you would tell us your name.... We know which is Tommy, and Myron, and Luella, but we don't know the baby's name, nor yours."

That place is in a horrible condition houses wrecked and streets full of débris. But there is no necessity of going there. You can see all the horrors you want right here. "Look across the bridge, up the hill a little way. Do you see that old, tumble-down coal shed?

I was afraid you would set me to work down in the cellar." "You don't know enough about the business. We need skilled workmen. You couldn't do us any good there." "I shouldn't like it, anyway. It must be unpleasant to be down there." "We pay the workmen you saw good pay." "Yes, I suppose so. When do you want me to begin?" "I can't tell you just yet. I'll think about it."

I want all the cushions and the lavender and the neat maid's caps and aprons I said to Mary this morning when she drew my curtains: 'Stay just there and let me look at you so that I can realise I'm at home and not in my little grey trench in West Flanders' she got red and no doubt thought me a lunatic and felt inclined to squawk but she stayed and looked jolly pretty and refreshing only for a minute or two, after which I dismissed her yes, my dears, I want everything that the old life means, the white table linen, the spring flowers, the scent of the air which has never known the taint of death, and all that this beautiful mother of England, with her knitting needles, stands for.

This stupefaction lasted but a single second, for back to the young scientist's heart, like a swelling wave, came the red blood of his anger, his love, his mastering will. Rising swiftly but calmly, he caught her hands in his saying, gently: "You are forgetting your promise to me. Look at me. I want to see if you are really going to disobey my commands."

More particularly does he hold that there is no fear of the land when in a current, as a stream never sets on shore. For my part, I never want any better hand-lead than my nose." "Nose, Mr. Marble?" "Yes, nose, Master Miles. Haven't you remarked how far we smelt the Injees, as we went through the islands?" "It is true, sir, the Spice Islands, and all land, they say "

We almost wish that Freeman, Hardy, and Willis could see us. Our buttons may occasionally lack lustre; we may cherish unorthodox notions as to the correct method of presenting arms; we may not always present an unbroken front on the parade-ground but we can dig! Even the fact that we do not want to, cannot altogether eradicate a truly human desire to "show off." "Each man to his art," we say.