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It begins from the child shedding many tears when the toy bought with the long-hoarded pence is broken the first day it comes home; it goes on to the Duke expecting the Garter, who sees in the newspaper. at breakfast that the yards of blue ribbon have been given to another. What a hard time his servants have that day. How loudly he roars at them, how willingly would he kick them!
When Jack should get his clothes on, they intended to pitch him off the raft for a good wetting, and thus gratify their long-hoarded jealousy, and get an offset to the standing joke about dough-faces and ghosts which the town had at their expense. Ben Berry, who was their confidant, thought this a capital plan.
So," adds the sable-gowned, ashen- visaged, funereal old figure, "Edward Fane remembers his Rosebud!" Our question is answered. There is a germ of bliss within her. Her long-hoarded constancy her memory of the bliss that was remaining amid the gloom of her after life, like a sweet-smelling flower in a coffin, is a symbol that all maybe renewed.
He had always been jealous and envious of his sister, and was besides in immediate need of money. The princess signed her will that same day, to the no small satisfaction of her dear son, who, in his heart, was wondering how soon his beloved parent would pass away, so that he might get his eyes on her long-hoarded wealth.
And now he had the little man Chico with him, the son of a soldier, so it was said, and a gentleman of categoría; he always carried a pistol and his eyes were stern and hard. What would not Chico and Grande do to them, now that they were like bees robbed of their long-hoarded honey, who have nothing left but their stings?
This affair of 1820 has a separate interest of its own, connected with the character of the very celebrated person to whom it chiefly relates; but we notice it chiefly as the real occasion, the momentary spark, which, alighting upon the combustibles, by this time accumulated everywhere in Greece, caused a general explosion of the long-hoarded insurrectionary fury.
The ghostly visitants, if such they were, ceased from their nocturnal revels. All remained silent till cock-crow. Night after night the brave old dame heroically watched, but no ghosts came. To celebrate her victory, she invited a number of guests, and determined to broach a cask of long-hoarded Madeira.
Occasionally, I tried to take the long-hoarded sting out of these compunctious smarts by attending divine service in the open air.
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