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Updated: July 20, 2025


He told me that ever since the day when I had been "such a little trump in the air, and maybe saved both our lives," I'd been more to him than any other female thing, except, of course, my sister. Something in Diana's weakness had appealed to him as much as my strength; and he loved her with a different love from the affection he gave me.

"Ay, ay, sir," cried the cook, in the passage. "Well, squire," said Doctor Livesey, "I don't put much faith in your discoveries, as a general thing, but I will say this John Silver suits me." "That man's a perfect trump," declared the squire. "And now," added the doctor, "Jim may come on board with us, may he not?" "To be sure he may," said the squire.

But when she saw such cards thrown away as he had held in his hand, she encountered that sort of suffering which a good player feels when he sits behind the chair of one who plays up to his adversary's trump, and makes no tricks of his own kings and aces. "He may marry himself to the devil if he please it is nothing to me," said the count.

In my time the rule was, 'First save the game, then try to win it." CAPTAIN. "Could not save it, sir." Monstrous! The rashest trump."

Now serious conversation is a sort of thing that I never shone in, possibly because my early studies were framed in a different direction; but as I really was unwilling to offend the respectable coffin-maker, and as I found that the Captain of M'Alcohol a decided trump in his way had also received a summons, I notified my acceptance. M'Alcohol and I went together.

I believe, that being there, he shall so continue till the restitution of all things, and then he shall come again in glory, and shall sit in judgment upon all flesh. And I believe, that according to his sentence so shall their judgment be. 'For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God'; &c.

Dramatically, nothing can be finer than the strained energy and superhuman force of these superb creatures. Their attitudes compel our imagination to hear the crashing thunders of the trump of doom.

Cameron found Billy waiting with Ginger at the door of the hotel. "Thank you, Billy," he said, fumbling in his pocket. "Hang it, I can't find my purse." "You go hang yourself!" said Billy. "Never mind your purse." "All right, then," said Cameron, giving him his hand. "Good-by. You are a trump, Billy." He caught Ginger by the mane and threw himself on the saddle.

We have, thus, on the one hand, the enthusiasts who would at once sound the trump and announce the millenium, feeding the lion and the sucking calf out of the same dish and on the same meat.

At Reynard the fox. At the rifle. At the squares. At trump. At the cows. At the prick and spare not. At the lottery. At the hundred. At the chance or mumchance. At the peeny. At three dice or maniest bleaks. At the unfortunate woman. At the tables. At the fib. At nivinivinack. At the pass ten. At the lurch. At one-and-thirty. At doublets or queen's game.

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