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But if the catalogue stood alone, it might be hard to say how far the selection of works in it was due to Chinese taste. Probably much the same is true of the fourth century and even earlier, for Asanga in one work quotes both Maha-and Hinayanist scriptures and among the former cites by name seventeen sutras, including one called Paripṛicchâ or questions. See Kern, Vers. en Med. der K. Ak. v.
You are likely to find a polite pagan under the mask of the modern Italian you feel pretty sure that any of his race would with a little washing and skillful manipulation, restore, like a neglected painting, into something genuinely graceful and pleasing; but if one of these Yankeefied Celts were scraped, it is but too possible that you might find a kern, a Whiteboy, or a Pikeman.
"Tell me," said Carlisle, with some effort, "do you did you looking at it from a worker's point of view find it such a very bad place to work?" "Oh, no, ma'am!" said Kern. "Bad oh, no! It's it's fine!" Carlisle's gaze became wider than the little girl's own. "But Mr. V.V. says it's a terrible place...." "It's only the beautiful way he talks," said Kern, eagerly.
Garland stood on by the steaming wash-tubs, and Kern fared daily to the bunching-room at Heth's and its air like the breath of a new bake-oven, and Vivian, the doctor, was never "on his vacation" when his sick called, and stout Mr. Goldnagel, week on week, mopped his bald Hebraic head and repaired while you waited, with all work strictly guaranteed.
He was grinning through his wounds. "Hardest punch I ever got. But I don't blame you, partner!" Presently he saw Sheriff Kern. The latter was perfectly cool, perfectly grave. It was his arm that had coiled around the neck of Sinclair and throttled him into submission. "You didn't come out to kill, Sinclair. Why?"
She and Aun' Sheba often said, "Kern, ef de Lawd wants her we mus jes gib her up. De Hebenly Fader hab de fust right." "I hab my feelins all de same," Kern would reply. "Ef de Lawd put sech feelins in my heart I can't help it." On the evening of the 31st of August, Vilet was very feeble. The closeness and heat oppressed her. All, except Uncle Sheba, made a poor pretence of supper.
Dudeen had described that very evening as having been formerly the abode of the Kern of Querin and his mysterious bride? There was the projecting window, the arched doorway. Yes, beyond a doubt this was the very house. I emitted a low exclamation of renewed interest and pleasure, and my speculations took a still more imaginative, but also a more definite turn.
After breakfast her younger boys wanted to see the Walla-Wallas, and took me along. A cold breath from the Sierra Nevadas made me look up and shiver. Soon Captains Sutter and Kern passed us, the former on his favorite white horse, and the latter on a dark bay. I was delighted to catch a glimpse of those two good friends, but they did not know it.
But the fat man then made for the door of the cell. Outside the rush reached the entrance to the jail and split on it. The voices leaped into a tumult. "By thunder," demanded Arizona, "are you going to wait for that?" "You want Kern to get into trouble?" asked Sinclair. "Grab this end and tie his ankles, while I fix his hands." Frantically they worked together. "Are you comfortable, sheriff?"
"Where'd you get that story, Corinne?" His odd habit of so calling her had often been privately discussed between Kern and her mother, who had so long ago shortened their own original Kurrin that even that had passed from memory. They had concluded that this was only one of his jokey gempman's ways. "Off Sadie Whirtle," said Kern, rocking backward and forward in her chair.
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