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Updated: June 14, 2025
He looked at me meditatively. 'You'll find something to the point in there, he said. He reached up to the little candle-box bookcase over his head, and showed me a little crimson book. It was an anthology. It was called 'The Cheerful City, and dwelt on the delights of civilization and urbanity.
She was panting and her arms hung limp at her sides as she leaned, very pale, against the bookcase. "Ah!" he said, marching up and down, knocking into the furniture, "I must really love you, if in spite of your supplications and refusals " She joined her hands to keep him away. "Good God!" he said, exasperated, "what are you made of?"
Starting up with amazing activity and a cry of joy, the old lady swept her feline friend from the table inadvertently, of course and rushed into her husband's arms, while the outraged animal sought refuge on top of the bookcase, whence it glared at the happy meeting with feelings that may be more easily understood than described.
"I took the magazine, and a set of Chaucer in a revolving bookcase, from one of their agents last month and have paid my dollar." In a moment another message came over the wire. "The gentleman says he wants to see you about writing a couple of full-page sonnets for the Christmas number," the office man 'phoned up. "Show him up," I replied, instantly.
As he grew up, his treatment at the hands of the Poltava monks improved. The Superior, Alexei, discovered a keen intellect in this reserved and sullen lad. It was astonishing with what avidity he read the limited number of books which the convent bookcase contained.
There was a fine billiard-room on the ground floor with three comfortable sofas and a rotating bookcase containing an excellent collection of the English and American humorists from THREE MEN IN A BOAT to the penultimate Mark Twain. There was also a conservatory opening out of the dining-room, to which the gardener brought potted flowers in their season....
This is thought to have been originally the entrance to the cloister library or bookcase. #The Octagon.# Few visitors will perhaps be disposed to examine any of the objects of interest in the cathedral before an inspection of the beauties of this magnificent erection, the first sight of which, from one of the smaller arches towards the aisles, is a thing never to be forgotten.
Usually under such circumstances Iglesias would have taken a favourite book from the carved Spanish mahogany bookcase containing his small library; and, reading again that which he had often read before, would have found therein the satisfaction of friendship, along with the soothing influences of familiarity.
"I assure you," the officer interrupted, "that there was no living thing in the room when we entered." Bristol and I looked at one another in horrified wonder. "It's incomprehensible!" he said. "See if the key is in the place mentioned by the Professor, Mr. Cavanagh, whilst I break the box." I went to a great, open bookcase, which the frantic searcher seemed to have overlooked.
He looked around him, raised his eyes, put his hand to his forehead, and, still mechanically, but with a dawning of fright on his face, glanced round the room. What did he see? He started, stumbled to his feet, turned deathly white, and rushed to the opposite bookcase. There was his Plato his idol actually placed in the bookshelf upside-down.
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