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Updated: May 17, 2025
Why, before long I shall become a classic! Bound in sets and kept on the top book-shelf brr, doesn't that sound freezing? I foresee the day when I shall be as lonely as an Etruscan museum! Ventnor. Yours? Mrs. Yes; I claim them. On what ground? Mrs. Dale. Hear the man! Because I wrote them, of course. Ventnor. But it seems to me that under your inspiration, I admit I also wrote mine. Mrs. Dale.
"It's our home," he said. "A home we made all for ourselves!" "And a home without a landlady!" she added. "And with no saloon underneath!" said he. "And no street-cars and no screaming children in front of it!" Instead there was the night with its thousand eyes, and the lake, with the moon-fire flung wide across it, and the pine-trees singing in the wind. "Brr! it's cold!" exclaimed Corydon.
We both stopped dead in the verandah, holding our breath to catch every sound; and we heard, inside the room, the "brr brr brr" of a multitude of flies. The Major said nothing, but he took off his helmet and we entered very softly. The Boy was dead on the charpoy in the centre of the bare, lime-washed room. He had shot his head nearly to pieces with his revolver.
The hammer of the bell was still tinkling when the door swung back suddenly on its hinges and two people, a man and a woman, were half led, half dragged into the room; the Cossacks prodding them on with the blunt edge of their sabres. "Brr " said the officer sharply.
Brr how I hate it! How I hate the grave! There lies the sting, Mademoiselle the torture to be a captive: to feel one's best days slipping away, and fate still denying to us poor devils the chance which even the luckiest God knows find little enough." He laughed, and to Dorothea the laugh sounded passing bitter.
The door is still locked but one of the panels has been forced out. I think you ought to see it!" The two men passed out of the tap-room together, and mounted the stairs. On the landing Matthews paused a moment to glance out of the window on to the bleak and inhospitable fen which was almost obscured from view by a heavy drizzle of rain. "Brr!" said Mr. Matthews, "what a horrible place!"
Ough!... Some of you can't stand a bit of a breeze without crying over it." "Come, sorr. We ain't so bad," protested Belfast, in a voice shaken by shivers; "we ain't... brr..." "Again," shouted the mate, grabbing at the shadowy form; "again!... Why, you're in your shirt! What have you done?"
She had not realised that before, but now with the illumination of the lighted street behind her she realised it. The cat was the spirit of the chapel watching her, spying upon her to see that she did not escape. The cat knew that she had posted her letter and to whom she had posted it. She advanced to the bottom of the stair and said: "Brr. You horrid thing!
"Never fear, Hobart, your sister is safe enough. The Nervina is not a woman. She is not of the flesh." "Brr," said the doctor, "you give me the creeps." Watson reached for the brandy; he nodded to the doctor. "Just a bit more of that stuff if you please. Whatever it is, on the last night one has no fear of habit.
And after we had quieted down a little, the ringmaster says: "As big as that?" "Bigger," says the clown. "Why, she used to make 'em so big we used 'em for bedclothes." "Oh, my, yes! I mind one time I was sleeping with my little brother, and I waked up just as cold Brr! But I was cold!" "But how could that be, sir? You just now said you had pancakes for bedclothes."
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