United States or Bolivia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


"I would very much like to send a man away if I knew how to do it," said Margery. "Do it?" cried Martin. "Oh, Miss Dearborn, if you want it done, ask me to do it for you!" "You!" shouted Raybold, making two steps towards the young guide; then he stopped, for Margery stood in front of him.

No companion had ever suited her so perfectly, and yet Bertie had scarcely made direct love to her. It seemed a matter of course that they should care most for each other, and Cecil's young and ardent heart had drifted beyond recall ere she had done more than suspect another side to his character.

Wilks was aboard ship with 'im for a very long time. O' course, he oughtn't to ha' done it, but the cap'n's a masterful man, an' I can quite understand Mr. Wilks givin' way; I dessay I should myself if I'd been in 'is place he's all 'art, is Mr. Wilks no 'ead." "It's a good job for you you're an old man, Sam," said Mr. Nugent. "I can hardly believe it of you, Sam," said Miss Nugent.

Ay, said he; for I care not how privately it be done; and it must be very public if we go to church. It is a holy rite, sir, said I; and would be better, methinks, in a holy place.

But the transaction had shown him that his only chance of success for the future lay in frankly telling old Beroviero what he had done in his absence, while reserving his secret for himself. The master was proud of him as his pupil, and sincerely attached to him as a man, and would certainly not try to force him into explaining how the glass was made.

He tossed the ring away. Arrius heard the splash where it struck and sank, though he did not look. "Thou hast done a foolish thing," he said; "foolish for one placed as thou art. I am not dependent upon thee for death. Life is a thread I can break without thy help; and, if I do, what will become of thee?

He had been up in the region of lost and nameless rivers for three years of fever and ague and toil, and now he was back, a made man ready to be done with Africa, with square gin bottles full of coarse gold to sell to the bank, and a curious story to tell of a thing he had seen in the back country.

"I have been praying to God for a sort of miracle. In their terror people are beginning to ask their Deity for things as they have never done it before. We are most of us like children waking in horror of the black night and shrieking for some one to come some one any one! Each creature cries out to his own Deity the God his own need has made.

I looked up, and I thought I heard the voice of my husband come from near my mahogany table. . . . I thought I saw my husband's apparition, and the man that had done it, and that man was Tyler. . . . I ran out and said, 'O dear God! my husband is murdered, and his ribs are broken'." Lord Nugent "What made you think your husband's ribs were broken?"

What result, then, has ensued? What impression have I made upon your fancy?" I felt a creeping of the flesh as Dupin asked me the question. "A madman," I said, "has done this deed some raving maniac, escaped from a neighboring Maison de Santé." "In some respects," he replied, "your idea is not irrelevant.