Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 12, 2025
What a parchmenty, precise, thread-paper of a chap, with his bird's claw of a hand, and his muffled-up throat, and his quavery: "How do you do, Sylvanus? I'm afraid you're not " "First rate. Sit down. Have some port." "Port! I never drink it. Poison to me! Poison!" "Do you good!" "Oh! I know, that's what you always say." "You've a monstrous constitution, Sylvanus.
They had a warlike appearance, a physiognomy and costume different from the Fezzaners. More than a dozen muffled-up faces were seated near their tents, with every one's spear stuck forcibly in the ground before him. This struck them forcibly, from being very different from that which they had been accustomed to see.
Maria went to fetch the old man, and kept silence as to her shorn head so as not to grieve him, and whilst Juan remained the physician's guest, Maria durst not leave her home except after nightfall, and then well enveloped. This, however, did not hinder her being followed by the muffled-up man.
Once, at Uncle Kalle's, he had laid himself in the big twins' cradle and had let the other children rock him he was then fully nine years old and as they rocked him a while the surroundings began to take hold of him, and he saw a smoky, raftered ceiling, which did not belong to Kalle's house, swaying high over his head, and he had a feeling that a muffled-up old woman, wrapped in a shawl, sat like a shadow at the head of the cradle, and rocked it with her foot.
The rolling of the carriages amidst the rush and roar of the rain resembled the thunder whose days were once holy to this heroic city, like the thundering heaven to the thundering earth; muffled-up forms, with little lights, stole through the dark streets; often there stood a long palace with colonnades in the light of the moon, often a solitary gray column, often a single high fir tree, or a statue behind cypresses.
The horseman had passed below them, with a gleam of dim light on the shining broad quarters of the grey mare, on a bright heavy stirrup, on a long silver spur; but the short flick of yellowish flame in the dusk was powerless against the muffled-up mysteriousness of the dark figure with an invisible face concealed by a great sombrero.
It's the goose girl, Gretel, looking for rats." "Well, what of it?" squeaked Voost. "Isn't SHE a bundle of rags, I'd like to know?" "Ha! ha! Pretty good for you, Voost! You'll get a medal for wit yet, if you keep on." "You'd get something else, if her brother Hans were here. I'll warrant you would!" said a muffled-up little fellow with a cold in his head.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking