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An editor can stand a tremendous amount of letting alone. If young authors could be made to realize how simple is the process of "breaking into" the modern magazine, which apparently gives them such needless heartburn, they would save themselves infinite pains, time, and worry.
Your v.B. Since leaving Reinfeld I no longer have heartburn; perhaps it is in my heart, and my heart has remained with Nan. Schönhausen, October 1, '50. My Angel, I am so anxious that I can hardly endure being here; I have the most decided inclination to inform the government at once of my resignation, let the dike go, and proceed to Reinfeld.
But it is only a sudden, brief, cold splash which is wanted, not a stream directed for any time on the head, which might do serious injury. In this connection it may be noticed that a child should never be punished by "boxing its ears." Children have had their hearing permanently injured by this thoughtless practice. Heartburn. See Acidity in Stomach. Heat and Weakness.
Why, if it were not for dear Lady Jansen, who sends me all the worst French novels she can find, I don't think I could get through the day. Doctors are no use at all, except to get fees out of one. They can't even cure my heartburn. 'I have brought you a cure for that, Lady Clem, said Lord Arthur gravely. 'It is a wonderful thing, invented by an American.
All at once I began biting something hard, there was a sound of a scrunching. "Ha, ha! He is eating the shells," laughed the crowd. "Little silly, do you suppose you can eat that?" After that I remember a terrible thirst. I was lying in my bed, and could not sleep for heartburn and the strange taste in my parched mouth. My father was walking up and down, gesticulating with his hands.
She seldom abbreviated the girl's name, and when she did so it was always a sign of affability. "I've a good mind to go and hunt up those stomach powders I got last year over in Springfield," she continued. "I ain't tried them for quite a while, and maybe they'll help the heartburn." Mattie lifted her eyes. "Can't I get them for you, Zeena?" she ventured. "No.
He entered softly. The ghost walks, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the dusty windowpane. Mr Dedalus, staring from the empty fireplace at Ned Lambert's quizzing face, asked of it sourly: Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a heartburn on your arse?
But that once out I would find them full of indigestion, headaches, and heartburn. "This being grown-up is a sort of Promised Land," he said, "and it is always just over the edge of the World. You'll never be as nice again, Bab, as you are just now.
"At least three thousand..." my uncle answered in a tearful voice. "I would go, but where am I to get it? I haven't a farthing. Pff!... heartburn!" My uncle stopped to look dejectedly at the grey, overcast prospect from the window, and began pacing to and fro again.
"I don't like to fight but I can do it if I have to." One or two had edged forward but when they saw his determined air they slunk back. "Go on and fight him, Jack," said one. "This is your mix-up, not ours." "You said you was going to do him up brown," put in another. "Ain't I got the heartburn?" blustered the bully. "I can't do nuthin' when I git that. Wait till I'm well; then I'll show him."
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