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I saw one at the Vienna exhibition, which binds with a wire," said Sviazhsky. "They would be more profitable in use." "Es kommt drauf an.... Der Preis vom Draht muss ausgerechnet werden." And the German, roused from his taciturnity, turned to Vronsky. "Das lässt sich ausrechnen, Erlaucht."
And she laid her hand on her aunt's knee with a smile in which there was the slightest touch of affectionate satire. 'I was up among the fells the other day, she went on; 'I met an elderly man cutting wood in a plantation, and I stopped and asked him how he was. "Ah, miss," he said, "verra weel, verra weel. And yet it was nobbut Friday morning lasst, I cam oop here, awfu' bad in my sperrits like.
Drew she asked me again lasst week. Mary Anne 'ull see to the childer. Yo' go to John, Isaac, to-morrer an' an' to Watson. All they wants is the money back. Yer couldn't yer couldn't see me took to prison, Isaac." She gasped for breath, wiping the mist from her eyes with the edge of her shawl. But all that she said only maddened the man's harsh and pessimist nature the more.
'An lasst time theer was na stannin ground for a corn-boggart; an I wudna miss ony o' Mr. Dyson's prayin, not for nothin. Good neet to yo, Davy. And Tom broke into a run; David, however, kept up with him. 'P'raps I'll coom too, he said, with a kind of bravado, when they had passed the bridge and the Kinder printing works, and Clough End was in sight.
"Well, I've got it to think about, Mrs. Jellison. We must have a meeting in the village and talk it over one of these days." The old woman nodded in a shrewd silence, and watched them depart. "Wull, I reckon Jimmy Gedge ull lasst my time," she said to herself with a chuckle. If Mrs.
“Wer wie das Meer in das die Wasser strömen Das sich anfüllet und doch ruhig dasteht Wer so in sich die Wünsche lässt verschwinden, Der findet Ruhe—nicht wer ihnen nachgibt.” Even if I do not care to go so far as to see in the animal only the sexual impelling powers, but prefer to regard it rather as the titanic part of our impulses, I find the conception of the author very fortunate.
It is the air of the country of the ideal to which we gladly entice the being we cherish, repeating with poor Mignon: DAHIN! DAHIN!... LASST UNS ZIEHN!
"It du want rain," said Peter Halsey, looking at a crop of oats through an open gate, "it du want rain bad." "Aye!" said the other, "that it du. Muster Shenstone had better 'a read the prayer for rain lasst Sunday, I'm thinkin', than all them long ones as ee did read." Halsey was silent a moment, his half-smiling eyes glancing from side to side. At last he said slowly,
The cart deposited the school-boy in Brathay and started again for Langdale. 'Yo couldna get at Langdale for t' snaw lasst week, said the young farmer, as they turned a corner into the Skelwith Valley. 'T' roads were fair choked wi't. 'It's been an early winter, said Fenwick. 'Aye, and t' Langdales get t' brunt o't. It's wild livin there, soomtimes, i' winter.
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