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She had a small truckle-bed in her room, and when the King would not comply with any of her requests she used to make him sleep in this bed; but when she was pleased with him he was admitted to her own bed; which was the very summit of happiness to the poor King. After the Princesse des Ursins had departed, the King recalled the Confessor from Rome, and kept him near his own person .
"John's berth" proved to be a truckle-bed in a closet which just held it, and which also held more nasty smells than I could have believed there was room for. Opening the window seemed only to let in fresh ones.
"Do as you vill " he answered mechanically. The innocent creature for the first time in his life had seen a man die, and that man was Pons, his only friend, the one human being who understood him and loved him. "I will go and ask Mme. Cibot where the sheets are kept," said La Sauvage. "A truckle-bed will be wanted for the person to sleep upon," Mme. Cantinet came to tell Schmucke.
Quintus lay awake, all night, in his truckle-bed; and gloomily resolved to have done with Professorships, and become a soldier. 'If your Serene Highness do still favor me, said Quintus next day, 'I solicit, as the one help for me, an ensign's commission! And persisted rigorously, in spite of all counsellings, promises and outlooks on the professorial side of things.
She had a small truckle-bed in her room, and when the King would not comply with any of her requests she used to make him sleep in this bed; but when she was pleased with him he was admitted to her own bed; which was the very summit of happiness to the poor King. After the Princesse des Ursins had departed, the King recalled the Confessor from Rome, and kept him near his own person .
He knew that his patient wife would be waiting for him when he went back to the house. He searched Zorzi's room carefully, but could find nothing. An earthen jar containing broken white glass stood in one corner. The narrow truckle-bed, with its single thin mattress and flattened pillow, all neat and trim, could not have hidden anything.
Who had moved it? She held the candle close and looked toward the pillow, with a sudden curiosity and a sudden doubt. The truckle-bed was empty. The discovery startled her for the moment, and for the moment only. Plain as the inferences were to be drawn from it, she never drew them.
I was lying on a truckle-bed stone walls and a grated window! A man stood over me with a large bunch of keys in his hand. He had been wrapping my head with wet towels. I knew, instinctively, where I was. "Well, young man," said he, in a not unkindly tone "and a nice job you've made of it! Do you know where you are?". "Yes," answered I, quietly; "in D gaol." "Exactly so!"
Spinoza sat down on his truckle-bed with a great sigh of content. "Desideratoque acquiescimus lecto," he murmured. Then his eye roving around: "My spiders' webs are gone!" he groaned. "I could not disarrange aught in sweeping them away!" deprecated the goodwife. "Thou hast disarranged me! I have learnt all my wisdom from watching spiders!" he said, smiling. "Nay, thou jestest." "In no wise.
I have been told but I do not guarantee the statement that he was the original of Rider Haggard's "Allan Quatermain." From Good I heard sad news; poor Pat Foote, one of my best friends, had died in the fortress during the previous night. I went up at once to see his remains; they lay on a wretched truckle-bed in a dingy cell. The funeral took place that afternoon.
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