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Updated: June 22, 2025
A different standard is looked for now, by the rising generations knocking at the doors, behind which the dignified past is lying as stark as King Duncan himself! Among other entertainments Miss Mitford went to the fetes which celebrated the battle of Vittoria; she had also the happiness of getting a good sight of Mme. de Stael, who was a great friend of the Perrys.
It took only an hour to make the fields white, and only about three for the snow to pile deep enough to carry the new bobsled. The Toyman looked at the sky, then at the ground, and then at his shop. "Guess I'll knock off," he said. He was always knocking off work or something for the children. But he had to stop their quarreling now. Each one wanted the honor of pulling the big bobsled first.
They trod heavily along the floor, knocking the coffin now and then against a cot till it jarred the helpless inmate, and thus they carried it down the whole length of the ward. They deposited the rude thing close by the blanket on which Mrs. Chester lay, and then went out, leaving the women to relieve the bed of its mournful burden.
But my description seems like knocking off the noses of some of the busts, the fingers and toes of the statues, the projecting points of the architecture, jumbling them all up together, and flinging them down upon the page.
Especially from Regulars who pride themselves on being different in that way from the New Army." "It's the difference between the professional and the amateur soldier. The Regular crowd think the war belongs to them... But I liked their pluck. They're arrogant to Death himself when he comes knocking at the door."
On the advantages of this method I need not dwell: if you are annoyed at Jack Johnson knocking out an English prize-fighter, you have only to say that it was the whiteness of the black man that won and the blackness of the white man that was beaten. But about the Italian Renaissance they are less general and will go into detail. Which, in one sense, is true enough.
"Oh, nothing in particular, only that it is impossible to show one's nose in this hateful town without knocking against some vulgarity, stupidity, tittle-tattle, or some horrible injustice. One can't live here any longer!" "Is that why your advertisement in the papers says that you want a place and have no objection to leaving St. Petersburg?" Ostrodumov asked. "Yes.
He gave a gasp, for at a glance he seemed to recognize one of the professors. "Young man," sternly said a familiar voice, "what have you there?" "It's Professor Grant!" thought Frank, aghast. The professor blocked his way. What could he do? Quick as a flash he swung the gobbler around and struck his challenger a smashing blow with it, knocking him sprawling.
Through a deserted alley, down first one dark, stinking passage, then another, Iskender reached a crazy door and, knocking on it twice, was told to enter. The room within was small and very dark. It had only one window, high up in the wall, and even that looked out upon a covered way.
Men were also there, knocking their heads against the trees, gashing their bodies with knives till they ran with streaks of blood, and indulging in every kind of savage symbol of grief and anguish. My heart broke to see them, and to think that they knew not to look to our dear Lord Jesus for consolation.
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