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"My brain's not equal to planning, as I remarked," Jim said. "But if I go anywhere, I'd like to do so on a horse. I want to feel a horse under me again." "Hear, hear," from Wally, softly. "Well, I can't go out to-morrow," said the squatter. "I've letters to see to, and Anderson may be out; so you must look after yourselves which I believe you to be entirely capable of doing.
'I doubt I must give up the meteors to-night, he continued, and went back to his machine, with which, I could see, his fingers were itching to be busy. I asked, 'Is that, sir, an invention of yours? 'Ay, soldier, he answered; 'mine solely; the child of my brain's begetting. His hands hovered over the delicate points and wires.
"It doesn't matter now if I rest or not. My brain's clearer and I'll talk while I can. I never told you much about my early life, but I'm going to do so, because there's something I want to ask." "Then, you have only to ask it," Kit replied. "I know," said Adam, feebly. "You're staunch.
She did not recoil from the insult of being seized under her elbows by two men and carefully planted on her feet as though she were most likely to tumble down. So far as she knew, she was likely to. But, lo! no sooner was she up than muscles and nerves, recking nothing of the brain's blind denial, asserted their own acquaintance with the art of balance and motion.
"Oh, I know all the diseases I shall go mad, I expect. My brain's much weaker than my body." "I suppose you think it's very nice to go mad?" she said, hating herself for the futility of her words, wishing she had books or preachments to hurl at him and convince him. "Oh, what's it matter?" he said wearily. "Who cares?"
"Course these are medical secrets in a way. Know it won't go any farther. But it's curious, isn't it? Appearances are deceptive damned deceptive. That's what they are. Brandon's brain's never been his strong point. Might go any moment." "Dear me, dear me," said Ronder. "I'm sorry to hear that."
'The fellow's brain's disordered delirium tremens, and jump out of that cursed window, I wouldn't wonder, muttered the doctor, adjusting his wig on the lobby, and then calling rather mildly over the banisters, he brought up Mrs.
I feel as though a monster is pressing me from within. My brain's activity seems to have stopped. My hands are clenched in animal fear. I weep dry tears. The institution of death is probably not fitting for many men; one should be able to find means and ways to circumvent death. But dying is a trifle. The man who is preparing for death must not think of death. Mieze Maier
How can I live," he muttered furiously to himself, "how can I live? and I daren't die. O God! O God! my brain's turnin'. I needn't pray to God to curse the hand that struck you dead, Felix dear, for I feel this minute that His curse is on me." Felix was borne in, but no arm would Hugh suffer to encircle him but his own.
"Who, Carlos! What mean you?" inquired Don Juan, wondering at these strange and incongruous phrases. "Ask me not now, Don Juan! Presently I shall tell you all presently, but not now; my brain's too hot my heart is burning: presently presently. The mystery is past I know all I had suspicion from the first I saw him at the fiesta I saw his bad ruffian gaze bent upon her. Oh, despot!
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