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Updated: June 19, 2025
They didn't call me Cold-blood Slaughter once; I was a soft chap then, and I loved a woman who loved me, till another came and lied, and I I was Cold-blood Slaughter then.
Stebbins could go to hell; but because he was married, and loved his wife, he too trembled, and gulped down his food! Mrs. Stebbins is one of those American matrons who do not allow marriage and motherhood to make vulgar physical impressions upon them. Her pale blue gown might have been worn by her daughter; her cool grey eyes looked out through a face without a wrinkle from a soul without a care.
The sea appeared to her as something that had become tame for her sake, something that loved her in a huge rough way; a tremendous playmate, whom she no longer feared to see come bounding and barking to lick her feet.
The Arabian tales which his father loved to tell him contained marvels and splendours, but nothing to be compared with the magnificence and brilliance that now assailed his senses. Marble staircases as broad as streets, halls as lofty as temples, marble pillars, brilliantly painted domes.
"She would have it that every one ought to work, old or young, rich or poor; that she loved Miss Anna all the better for so readily offering herself for the work. 'I should have left her free, she said that, Mr. Malcolm 'no one in my house should be compelled or urged to put their hand to the plough; but when she came to me of her own accord I could have wept with joy."
Your house is in ashes; your money is burned up; the voyage to Quebec, the visit to the asylum, the little orphan how can you give it all up so easily?" "Well," he replied, taking the pipe from his mouth, with fingers curling around the bowl, as if they loved to feel that it was warm once more "well, then, it would be more hard, I suppose, to give it up not easily.
With wistful eyes, fainting hearts and voiceless lips five of them watched the day approach, knowing that she would not speak and that Graustark was doomed. Loyal conspirators against that which they loved better than their lives their country were Dangloss, Quinnox, Allode, Ogbot and Dagmar.
He compares himself to a traveller in Siberia who, according to one of his favourite anecdotes, loved raspberries and found himself in a desert entirely covered with his favourite fruit. He took the blow gallantly; perhaps rather too lightly. He was, of course, alarmed at first by the symptoms described.
A little reflection will lead up to an explanation of her preference for the Homeric residence by Therapia. The commonalty, especially the unfortunate amongst them, were a kind of constituency of hers, and she loved living where she could most readily communicate with them. This was the hour she chose to go out and personally visit her guests.
It was, indeed, a part of the long-past history of Samavia, and he had loved it for that reason. Lazarus had often told it to him, sometimes adding much detail, but he had always liked best his father's version, which seemed a thrilling and living thing.
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