Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 25, 2025
He talked of his paper's dignity and gravity; and declared that the lavishing of such fulsome praise upon a hussy yes, a mere hussy, in a journal whose exemplary morality and austerity had cost him so much labour, would seem monstrous and degrading.
Here's the letter but it's no good showing it to you: the paper's so grimed and tore about, you can't read it." "Who wrote it? Mary?" "No: father saying what had happened to Mary, and telling me not to come back home till things was pulled straight again. Here here's what he said under the big grease-spot. 'If you can get continued employment anywhere abroad, accept it instead of coming back.
He had also, that very hour, planted me with a large block of the evening paper's common shares, and was explaining the whole art of editorship to Ollyett, a young man three years from Oxford, with coir-matting-coloured hair and a face harshly modelled by harsh experiences, who, I understood, was assisting in the new venture.
M. de Bellegarde looked down at his mother, passing his hand over his forehead, and then, tenderly, caressingly, "What shall I say?" he asked. "There is only one thing to say," said the Marquise. "That it was really not worth while to have interrupted our walk." But the marquis thought he could improve this. "Your paper's a forgery," he said to Newman.
I've got it now right here" he thumped his breast "and for twenty years I've hunted for Baby Jean and never found her. "They's gold up there up where Len Prince found it. The paper tells only half o' how to relocate Len's claims. At the beginnin' it says the paper's for Baby Jean, and no one else is to have it. Len knew he was soon goin' to croak and he fixed it for Baby Jean when he was gone.
"We ain't goin' ter run away from them. If they comes before we goes, we'll fix 'em. That minute's up!" Stangeist licked his lips with his tongue. "Suppose suppose I refuse?" he said hoarsely. "You can suit yerself," said Clarie Deane, with a vicious grin. "We know the paper's there, an' we gets it before we leaves here see? You can take yer choice.
The paper's name, L'Impartial, must be understood in the sense that it admitted the expression of every opinion with the exception of defence of so-called revealed religion. The editorial staff was positivist, Michelet and Chasles were patrons of the paper, and behind the whole stood Victor Hugo as a kind of honorary director.
This was necessary, as he sometimes explained, in order that the Post's financial articles might have that authoritativeness which the paper's position demanded. West enjoyed the good man-talk at Semple's; the atmosphere of frank, cheery commercialism made a pleasant relief from the rarer altitudes of the uplift.
"Yes, I am, thank you," Dick replied, unhesitatingly, now. "Good," nodded Mr. Pollock, opening one of the smaller drawers over his desk. "Here's something you can put on and wear." He held out to the boy an oblong little piece of metal, gold plated. "It's a badge such as 'The Blade' reporters wear, and has the paper's name on it," continued the editor. "You can pin it on your vest."
"That's all very well, Mr. oh all right, all right, I won't say it. But why on earth don't you write it properly, then? It's this paper's set me wrong. I was going to say we've got no cottages here for sale. And look here, if that's all you are, a retired teacher, I'll trouble you not to get schoolmastering me again."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking