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Experience of life, however, generally drew them away from it. Horace professed to have been converted by a thunder-clap in a clear sky; this was no doubt irony, but it is clear that in his epistles he has ceased to be an Epicurean.

"I'd much rather have him alive than dead," Steele had remarked to Madden, when the man was brought up from the canyon a prisoner. The tremendous thunder-clap of sound from the camp had quickened the return of the superintendent and his men, already reached and warned by the doctor.

"All right; we can take 'em in," was the prompt reply; and orders were given to set the food-producing machinery of the establishment instantly in motion. But almost before the preparation had fairly begun, the advance-guard of the army, largely composed of infantry, burst upon them like a thunder-clap, and continued to pour in like a torrent.

"I wouldn't miss the tigers for any thing. See, they are pulling in the cart now, and the shiny man is all ready with his gun. Will he shoot any of them, apprehension, for the sharp crack of a rifle startled her more than the loudest thunder-clap she ever heard. "Bless you, no, child; it 's only powder to make a noise and scare 'em.

He had not yet interfered with her toilet, for he had yet to learn what that cost. This knowledge came upon him like a thunder-clap one sultry morning in July real thunder impending in the metallic-tinted sky about a month after Vixen's departure.

Eden was what they call eccentric; among his other deviations from usage he delivered the meaning of sentences in church along with the words. This was a thunder-clap to poor Susan.

This was a thunder-clap to me, but I said briskly, "So ye're after some session business in this visit, are ye?" "Ye've just guessed it," answered Thomas, sleeking down his front hair with his fingers in a sober way. "We had a meeting this forenoon, and it was resolved ye should stand a public rebuke in the meeting house next Sunday."

To make matters worse, at that moment a vivid flash was succeeded by a loud thunder-clap, which, mingling with the gale, seemed to intensify its fury, while a deluge of rain came down. But Ian knew what he was about.

Barlow's woundy chatter, and fled into the house, actually bearing in her hand the lightning-flash whose thunder-clap was in a moment to shake the foundations of her soul. It came with a terrible suddenness when she read Dave's large, roundhand script. "MY DEAR GRANEY MAROBONE Me and Dolly are so Glad because Gweng has been here To say Mrs. Picture is reely Your Cistern." This is as written first.

Mme. d'Albany wrote back in a way which showed that she believed the assertions of Foscolo's enemies; that she ascribed to cowardice, to meanness, to a base desire to make himself conspicuous, the self-inflicted exile which he had taken upon him: a letter which the editor of Foscolo's correspondence describes to us in one word unworthy. This letter came upon Foscolo like a thunder-clap.