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Burton," she asked, "who was it do you suppose Nie was so mad with that she had to go off and play the fool, that way?" Mrs. Burton passed the point of casuistry too. "Well, of course I don't know, Mrs. Saunders. Has she said anything about Mr. Ludlow lately?" "No, she hain't said a word, and that seems suspicious.
More promising materials for a tragedy could not have been collated. Let Mrs. Praed speak: "At Nie station, one dark night, the unsuspecting hut-keeper, having, as he believed, secured himself against assault, was lying wrapped in his blankets sleeping profoundly. The Blacks crept stealthily down the chimney and battered in his skull while he slept."
"Well, I inferred that I was, from a remark that I made." "Then I'm going away instantly. I will tell Mrs. Montgomery, and I will go to-night." "Why, Nie!" "Hush! Don't you don't dare to speak to me! Oh, you you " She could not find a word that would express all her loathing of him, and her scorn of herself in the past for having given him the hold upon her that nothing appeared to have loosed.
The movement under Kawabe no Nie fared differently. Japanese annals attempt to palliate his discomfiture by a story about the abuse of a flag of truce, but the fact seems to have been that Kawabe no Nie was an incompetent and pusillanimous captain.
We quickly impute to them more virtue than their ways betoken; and when in their lusty final song they break out in a strain of lofty idealism: Und setzet ihr nicht das Leben ein, Nie wird euch das Leben gewonnen sein, one is hardly conscious of the incongruity. The dramatic fable devised by Schiller for the tragedy proper carries us back to the winter of 1634.
And bending over the music-book, she read in an undertone: "Wer nie sein Brod mit Thranen ass, Wer nie die kummervollen Nachte Auf seinem Bette einsam sass, Der kennt euch nicht, Ihr himmlischen Machte!" "Say yourself, Mr. Himmel, is not that beautiful and touching?" she asked, looking up again to her teacher.
My precious granny, what will you say next? murmured Amanda, faint with suppressed laughter. 'What are you muttering about? asked Granny, sharply. 'Trying to recall those fine lines in "Wilhelm Meister;" don't you remember? "Wer nie sein Brod mit Thränen ass," replied Amanda, polite even at the last gasp.
My young and beautiful companion, starting at the sound, wiped away her tears, and seemed to regret the lateness of the hour; and noting each vibration as it fell on her ear, she commenced with her thumb, and then advancing to the tip of each tapering finger, counted, with a whisper in her native language, "En, twå, tre, fyra, fem, sex, sju, åtta, nie, tie, elfva!"
So that what the man has found, in so far as he has found Good, is after all only a form of himself; and one can conceive him feeling a kind of despair, like that of Wotan in the Walküre, when in his quest for a free, substantial, self-subsistent Good he finds after all, for ever, nothing but images of himself: "'Das Andre, das ich ersehne, Das Andre, erseh' ich nie.
In all other parts Teutsch reigns; and Schlesien is a green abundant Country; full of metallurgy, damask-weaving, grain-husbandry. instead of gasconade, gilt anarchy, rags, dirt, and NIE POZWALAM. The two who stood out, resisting prayer and price, were the Duke of Jauer and the Duke of Schweidnitz, lofty-minded gentlemen, perhaps a thought too lofty.
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