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Updated: May 29, 2025
"Look 'ere," I ses, "you're very clever, both of you, but you needn't worry your 'eads about me. I've just been having a mud-bath, that's all." "A mud-bath!" ses both of 'em, squeaking like a couple o' silly parrots. "For rheumatics," I ses. "I 'ad it some-thing cruel to-night, and I thought that p'r'aps the mud 'ud do it good. I read about it in the papers.
When they got as far as the Stairs they came back on the other side of the road, and they 'ad turned to go back agin when a docker-looking chap stopped Sam's friend and spoke to 'im. "I've got no change, my man," ses Sam's pal, pushing past him. "I ain't begging, guv'nor," ses the chap, follering 'im up. "I'm trying to sell some-thing." "Wot is it?" ses the other, stopping.
There was something about her well, I admit I liked to look at her. And she seemed to love this place. Even that Yorick bird pleased her, a taste which I admit I could never understand. Now she looks around and sees nothing. The girl has some-thing on her mind, Benis. She's thinking." "With some people thought is not fatal." "I am serious, Benis." "So am I."
"Is not one ever a part of a whole?" "Socially, yes. Spiritually I doubt it. It is some-thing which you will have to decide for yourself." "I don't want to be alone," said Desire rebelliously. "It frightens me. I want to have a place. I want to fit in. But here, it seems as if I had come too late. Every-one is fitted in already. There isn't a tiny corner left."
"I always thought, somehow, that my dear mother was a forsaken wife. She never told me so, but there was some-thing about her circumstances and manners, her retired life, her condition, so much below her deserts, her never speaking of her husband's death, which would have been natural for her to do, had she been a widow all, somehow, went to give me the impression that my father had abandoned us.
Her spirits had been rising ever since her entrance and she was now quite cheerful. Pretty as Miss Mary Watkins undoubtedly was, there was a some-thing could it be possible that she chewed gum? No, of course she could not chew gum. And yet there was an impression of gum somewhere an insinuating certainty that she might chew gum on a dark night when no one was looking.
The snow had ceased to fall, and now, under a starry sky, lay white and glistening clear; but still with him storm seemed to hover, its snow beating his body, its fury yieling him no respite. And now there was no longer any doubt. He faced it with the most matter-of-fact self-possession of which he was capable. Some-thing was waiting for his surrender.
From what the geologist could see of the country below, it was quite certainly cultivated. In no other way could the even rows and uniform growth be explained; even though Van Emmon could not say whether the vegetation were tree, shrub, or plant, it was certainly the work of man-or some-thing mightily like man. Shortly he experienced an abrupt downward dive, such as upset his senses somewhat.
From my letter to be taken by the next homeward party in case I missed the ship: "The Wild range is extraordinary in its curious stratification, and one feels when gazing at it some-thing of a wish to scramble along the crests, if only to feel land underfoot instead of ice, ice, ice.
"There'll be SOMEthing in heav-en for chil-dren to do, None are idle in that bless-ed land: There'll be WORK for the heart. There'll be WORK for the mind, And emPLOYment for EACH little hand. "There'll be SOME-thing to do, There'll be SOME-thing to do, There'll be SOME-thing for CHIL-dren to do! On that bright blessed shore where there's joy evermore, There'll be SOME-thing for CHIL-DREN to do."
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