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Updated: May 6, 2025
"When your father speaks to me," said Mrs George to her husband, "he puts me in such a shiver that I cannot open my mouth to answer him." "You should stand up to him," said George. "He can't hurt you, you know. Your money's your own; and if I'm ever to be the heir, it won't be by his doing." "But he gnashes his teeth at me." "You shouldn't care for that, if he don't bite.
Distraction opens the eyes to a frightful wideness, rolls them hastily and wildly from object to object; distorts every feature; gnashes with the teeth; agitates all parts of the body; rolls in the dust; foams at the mouth; utters, with hideous bellowings, execrations, blasphemies, and all that is fierce and outrageous, rushes furiously on all who approach; and, if not restrained, tears its own fiesh, and destroys itself.
She is not as beautiful as Madame de Gallifet, nor as elegante as Countess Pourtales, nor as clever as Princess Metternich. These shares turned into gold in her hands. The royal gentleman gnashes his false teeth in vain, and has scene after scene with the royal son, who, green with rage, reproaches him for having parted with these treasures.
Already the greater part of the landknechts are killed, and the rest fly. The cavalry also, and the Gascons waver. Eight thousand victims cover the field. The Grandmaitre looks toward heaven, gnashes his teeth, and cries out, 'The victory of the Spaniards shall not be bloodless, or I die this day. He puts spurs to his horse. His trusty followers come after. Bravely fighting he falls.
While walking, Jagienka pointed to the large meadow covered with reeds and to the blue ribbon of forest and said: "Those woods belong to Cztan of Rogow." "The same man who would like to take you?" She began to laugh: "He would if he could!" "You can defend yourself very easily, having for your defence the Wilk who, as I understand, gnashes his teeth at Cztan.
One perceives, without understanding it, a hideous murmur, sounding almost like human accents, but more nearly resembling a howl than an articulate word. It is slang. The words are misshapen and stamped with an indescribable and fantastic bestiality. One thinks one hears hydras talking. It is unintelligible in the dark. It gnashes and whispers, completing the gloom with mystery.
It is thou that beamest the sunshine in the patriot’s breast; it is thou that sweetenest the toil of the labouring mechanic! thou dost inspire the ploughman with his jocund mirth, and thou tunest the merry milk-maid’s song; thou canst make the desert smile, and the barren rock to sing for joy; by thy sacred protection the poorest peasant lies secure under the shadow of his defenceless cot, whilst oppression at a distance gnashes with her teeth, but dares not show her iron rod; and power, like the raging billows, dashes its bounds with indignation, but dares not overpass them.
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