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If either of them tottered, his whole 'new man' prompted him to recover his balance before he fell to the ground. But Orion! Your lover? His guilt seems to have passed over him; he hopes for reunion with God from a more meritorious life in the world. Not only is his nature unaltered, but his attitude with regard to life and to the joys it offers to the children of this world.
But somehow, after the first ten minutes spent in de Batz' company within the gloomy shelter of the small avant-scene box, Armand already repented of the impulse which had prompted him to come to the theatre to-night, and to renew acquaintanceship with the ex-officer of the late King's Guard.
The undisguised hostility of the nation prompted him to an act of policy by which he hoped to conciliate it forever. The pride and glory of the Jews was their temple. This Herod determined to rebuild with extraordinary splendor, so as to approach its magnificence in the time of Solomon.
He did not believe that he could follow the story of his life in its order of dates, but would find it necessary to wander around, picking up the thread as memory or fancy prompted. I could suggest subjects and ask questions. I assented to everything, and we set to work immediately.
Phoebe hesitated, and then some instinct, finer than her comprehension of it, prompted her to a refusal, and the cotton-grass was left to swing its gossamer globes of light till the sun should have dipped below the rim of the moor.
While he was speaking to his wife and Mrs Leslie, Norman ran up to it, and although he had not even spoken to his papa, began pulling away at the string. "Ah, he is a zealous little fellow, he wishes to save me trouble," observed Captain Vallery, and Fanny hoped that such was the motive which prompted Norman, though she wished he had shown greater pleasure at seeing their papa come back.
"You'd just fallen on top of him in his corner," Saxon prompted. "Oh, yes. Well, no sooner are we on our feet an' I can't stand I rush 'm the same way back across to my corner an' fall on 'm. That was luck. We got up, an' I'd a-fallen, only I clenched an' held myself up by him. 'I got your goat, I says to him. 'An' now I'm goin' to eat you up.
Sir Terence's straining ears caught no faintest sound of the voice that had prompted her urgently from behind the curtained windows. "How long have you been there?" he asked her. "A a moment only," she replied, again after a pause. "I I thought I heard a cry, and and I came to see what had happened." Her voice shook with terror; but what she beheld would have been quite enough to account for that.
'I say, we've let the fire out. It's uncommonly cold after the rain, isn't it? 'It really is, replied Mr. Pickwick, shivering. 'It wouldn't be a bad notion to have a cigar by the kitchen fire, would it? said Bob Sawyer, still prompted by the demon aforesaid. 'It would be particularly comfortable, I think, replied Mr. Pickwick. 'Mr. Pott, what do you say? Mr.
The ladies smiled at this piece of simplicity which prompted him to use both his hands, as if one would not have been enough. Complacently they continued waving. Then Adela looked at her sisters; Cornelia's hand dropped and Arabella, the last to wave, was the first to exclaim: "That must be a woman's arm!"
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