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Updated: May 29, 2025
It is all done with two quick movements a flash and a jerk of one hand up, and the other down, the eye riveted to the nicety of a hair's breadth, the stroke downward gauged to the cup of a thimble, to settle over the point of the spindle's end; for the missing of a thread's breadth would send a spindle blade through the hand, or tangle and snap a thread which was turning with a thousand revolutions in a minute.
It is probable that we have all three committed murders and hidden bodies. It is pretty certain that we have all desperately wanted to cry out, and have had no voice; that we have all gone to the play and not been able to get in; that we have all dreamed much more of our youth than of our later lives; that I have lost it! The thread's broken. And up I go.
"Ho, you mean to say English thread's not prohibited?" said Aronsen, looking wise. "I know it is," answered Andresen. "But I'm not carrying any this way; I can sell that elsewhere. I haven't a reel in my pack; look for yourself, if you like." "That's as it may be," says Aronsen. "Anyway, I know what's forbidden, and I've shown you, so don't try to teach me."
I felt so sleepy, that I knew if I lost sight of anything for a moment, I was gone. 'Peggotty, says I, suddenly, 'were you ever married? 'Lord, Master Davy, replied Peggotty. 'What's put marriage in your head? She answered with such a start, that it quite awoke me. And then she stopped in her work, and looked at me, with her needle drawn out to its thread's length.
Lives is run in different lengths, and nobody can say what's the matter with some folks, only that their thread's run out; there's more on one spool and less on another. I thought, when we laid Hitty in the grave, that I shouldn't never set my heart on nothin' else but we can't jest say we will or we won't.
Catharine is a good girl, and my daughter; but if you make her a conceited ape by your bashfulness and your flattery, neither you nor I will see our wishes accomplished." "I often fear it, my good father," said the smith; "for I feel how little I am deserving of Catharine." "Feel a thread's end!" said the glover; "feel for me, friend Smith for Catharine and me.
"Take care, Polly, you broke that; thread's dear now." "I couldn't help it," said Polly, vexedly; "it snapped; everything's dear now, it seems to me! I wish we could have oh! ever an' ever so many candles; as many as we wanted. I'd light 'em all, so there! and have it light here one night, anyway!" "Yes, and go dark all the rest of the year, like as anyway," observed Mrs.
"I most feared you'd have blazed out and faced the wretch," said Jenny to please the little man. "I managed to hold in. I drew out my knife however; but I put it back again. I hadn't got the heart to spoil the night of my home-coming. His turn ain't far off. His thread's spun. Nothing short of his death be any good to me not now." "Us'll forget the scoundrel till to-morrow, then," said Mrs. White.
"Thread's thread, out here, a hundred miles from nowhere. You don't know where you'll get any more. Save it my dear fellow save it. Perchance you may yet sweetly beguile many an hour of your elegant leisure in unraveling its fantastic convolutions with your taper fingers, and " "Lord!
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