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It reflected sixteen stone of honest English womanhood, a thin wisp of yellowish-grey hair, and a pair of faded eyes peering through clumsy spectacles. "Son, indeed!" she said, her lips quivering. "You wait till you come home, my lord!" Mr. Simpson, with some forebodings, returned home an hour later. To a man who loved peace and quietness the report of the indignant Mr.
Both the virtues were amazed beyond expression; ever since the world had stood, and it had been standing a long time, this was the first time they had met. Dec. 1878. Yellowish-grey sand, soft at the top, hard, grating below ... sand without end, where-ever one looks. And above this sandy desert, above this sea of dead dust, rises the immense head of the Egyptian sphinx.
So here was Petersburg! Yes, it was Petersburg, no doubt. The wide empty grey streets; the greyish-white, and yellowish-grey and greyish-lilac houses, covered with stucco, which was peeling off, with their sunken windows, gaudy sign-boards, iron canopies over steps, and wretched little green-grocer's shops; the facades, inscriptions, sentry-boxes, troughs; the golden cap of St.
It reflected sixteen stone of honest English womanhood, a thin wisp of yellowish-grey hair, and a pair of faded eyes peering through clumsy spectacles. "Son, indeed!" she said, her lips quivering. "You wait till you come home, my lord!" Mr. Simpson, with some forebodings, returned home an hour later. To a man who loved peace and quietness the report of the indignant Mr.
"Beneficence!" said he, pointing to the first. "Gratitude!" he added, pointing to the second. The two virtues were unspeakably astonished; ever since the world has existed and it has existed a long time they had never met before. December, 1878. Yellowish-grey, friable at the top, firm below, creaking sand ... sand without end, no matter in which direction one gazes!
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