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Updated: May 12, 2025
I hear your voice, and I answer to it in the true tone of my heart; but when I am in the company of your snuffling friends, you have seen me act my part indifferent well." "But indifferent, indeed," replied Everard; "however, there is little call on you to do aught, save to be modest and silent.
Stranger the crowds that gathered there, and the leaders both popular and Royalist among the former, our fiery friend Danton, our cautious, snuffling Robespierre, and the boy of genius Camille Desmoulins, Danton's "slight-built comrade and craft-brother, he with the long curling locks, with the face of dingy blackguardism, wondrously irradiated with genius!"
That country cries for it, you say. The snuffling old air-pump across the Channel says the same thing. Says he: 'Beloved brethren, I greet you. I fall on your neck and kiss your two ears, and give you all you ask. For why, beloved brethren? Why do I this thing. Let us in a spirit of love enquire.
But he soon drew his head back again in disappointment; not only did the pain in his tender left side make it difficult to eat the food he was only able to eat if his whole body worked together as a snuffling whole but the milk did not taste at all nice.
To the German the United States is Dollarica, and the salient American personality, next to the policeman who takes bribes and the snuffling moralist in office, is the Dollarprinzessin. To the Italian the country is a sort of savage wilderness in which everything else, from religion to beauty and from decent repose to human life, is sacrificed to profit.
The old man had got down from the shaft and was smoothing his smoking horse, and snuffling as if he had caught a cold. "Good-bye, Tommy," I said and then something more which I do not wish to write down. Only wait till himself is after coming back, and I'll go bail it'll be the divil sit up for some of them." It was very dark.
The dog was snuffling at it. "What is it?" said Rotha nervously. He did not answer. He was on his knees beside it; his hands were on it. There was a moment of agonizing suspense. "What is it?" Rotha repeated. Still there came no reply. Ralph had risen, but he knelt again. His breath was coming fast. Rotha thought she could hear the beating of his heart. "Oh, but I must know!" cried the girl.
You cannot eat all these nuts. You really do sing louder than seems necessary; come, answer me!" But the purblind little creature began to sing again at the top of its voice, and the noise of the snuffling of small noses became so great that the traveller hastened away.
"Him's las' words was referrin' ter yer, yer pore beast," he had said, snuffling out loud. He had stayed in the stables all day, "wishin' all ole she-cats was to home, an' him an' Mist' Dode could live in peace."
The water spurned up by the paddle blades was the color of beer, and the smell of it was puzzlingly familiar. "Good old smell," said Nilssen, "isn't it? I see you snuffling. Trying to guess where you met it before, eh? We all do that when we first come. What about crushed marigolds, eh?" "Crushed marigolds it is." "Guess you'll get to know it better before you're through with your service here.
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