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Updated: June 26, 2025
The present is, I believe, the first complete translation of the great Arabic compendium of romantic fiction that has been attempted in any European language comprising about four times as much matter as that of Galland and three times as much as that of any other translator known to myself; and a short statement of the sources from which it is derived may therefore be acceptable to my readers.
Her head buried in her mother's lap, she was sobbing. It was many years since Mrs. Galland had known Marta to sob and she was glad that Marta had not forgotten how. She believed in the value of the law of overflow. When Marta looked up with eyes still moist, it was with the joyous satisfaction that begins a confession. Not once during the recital did the smile fade from Mrs. Galland's lips.
"You will remember," pursued Victor, "that Galland was the sixth or seventh name you proposed and that Joe House rejected the others. He did it, after consulting with Kelly. You recall don't you? that every time you brought him a name he took time to consider?"
After a lingering and pardonably pleased look at herself in a long mirror, she descended, mounted and rode slowly down toward town. The old Galland homestead was at the western end of town in a quarter that had become almost poor. But it was so dignified and its grounds were so extensive that it suggested a manor house with the humble homes of the lord's dependents clustering about it for shelter.
"But, Miss Galland, you seem to know him far better than we. This is not news to you," remarked the brigade commander. "Yes, I saw the accident of his first flight when his hand was injured," she said, and winced with horror. Never had the picture of him as he rose from the wreck appeared so distinct. She could see every detail of his looks; feel his twinges of pain while he smiled.
Except for his deafness he is a perfect gardener. Of course he had to have some drawback, for complete perfection is impossible," Mrs. Galland agreed. The old straw hat that shaded the fringe of white hair had been hovering within easy approaching distance of the chrysanthemum bed ever since the whistle of the train that brought Marta home had been heard from the station.
That gives you a narrow front for one battalion, with two battalions in reserve to drive home your attack. The chief of staff himself desires that we take the Galland house before noon. The enemy must not have the encouragement of any successes." "So easy for Westerling to say," thought the colonel; while aloud he acknowledged the message with proper spirit.
"They'd have come, themselves, except that politics has made a very ugly feeling against them and Galland's your brother-in-law." "I understand," said Jane. "But I'm not Galland and not of that party." "Oh, yes, you are of that party," replied Charlton. "You draw your income from it, and one belongs to whatever he draws his income from. Civilization means property as yet.
Feller shot back irritably. "No!" he repeated resolutely. "I don't want to go! I mean to be game I " He shifted his gaze dismally from the bush which he still pretended to examine and suddenly broke off with: "Miss Galland is coming!" He started to move away with a gardener's shuffling steps, looking from right to left for weeds.
Marta, who, in the breeding of her generation, felt sentiment as more or less of a lure from logic, dropped beside the bed in a sudden burst of sentiment and gathered the plump hand in hers and kissed it. "Mother, you are wonderful!" she said. "Mother, you are great!" "Tush, Marta!" said Mrs, Galland. "You shouldn't say that. Your grandfather was great a very great man.
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