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Updated: June 15, 2025
Andy felt a tug at his heart strings. He was not a crank, nor a stickler for forms or reforms, yet he had made up his mind never to touch intoxicants. And it gave him a shock to find his roommate taking the stuff. "Well, he's his own master," thought Andy. "It's up to him!" And then, amid that gay scene not at all riotous there came to Andy the memory of a half-forgotten lesson.
I am Unorna." "Unorna?" repeated the Wanderer, with an unconscious question in his voice, as though the name recalled some half-forgotten association. "Unorna yes. I have another name," she added, with a shade of bitterness, "but it is hardly mine. Tell me your story. You loved you lost you seek so much I know. What else?" The Wanderer sighed.
She remembered it afterward far more vividly than the shipwreck, which became blurred in retrospect, so that she soon began to think of it as of some half-forgotten nightmare. To begin with, the personality of Murray O'Neil intrigued her more and more. The man was so strong, so sympathetic, and he had such a resistless way of doing things.
Whatever else there is time for in this world, there certainly is not time to read old half-forgotten second-rate work.
Harriet put on this enchanting garment, and as she did so she felt some half-forgotten power rise strong within her. There was one trump in her hand that she had never thought to play in a game with Nina Carter, but she was glad to find it now. She went downstairs, and found Royal Blondin lounging in the billiard room, and idly knocking balls about.
When Doppie see us Boss Denham see us too, and come along o' fighting boys." "Yes; I had half-forgotten that," I replied. Not thinking of anything more to say, I trudged on. At last, as the light grew stronger, Joeboy turned to me to say: "Boss Val see Doppie now?" I looked back in the direction of the enemy's lines and shaded my eyes; but nothing was discernible. "I can't see them yet," I said.
We must have been grotesque, pathetic, and lonely; like two people newly arisen from a tomb, shrinking before the strangeness of the half-forgotten face of the world. And at the head of the ravine we stopped. The sensation of light, vastness, and solitude, rolled upon our souls emerging from the darkness, overwhelmingly, like a wave of the sea.
Nothing to speak of; but as I looked them over, the curious confirmation of the few casual words heard in my early youth evoked the memories of that distant time when everything was so fresh, so surprising, so venturesome, so interesting; bits of strange coasts under the stars, shadows of hills in the sunshine, men's passions in the dusk, gossip half-forgotten, faces grown dim.... Perhaps, perhaps, there still was in the world something to write about.
My mother, when dying, had, in addition to her other half-forgotten and misapplied lessons, committed, with solemn exhortation, her other child to my fraternal guardianship; and this one duty I performed to the best of my ability, with all the zeal and affection of which my nature was capable.
Perhaps he had blacked his shoes or sold him a newspaper in some half-forgotten past; for surely there was something in his tone, his glance, his friendly smile that Dan knew. He felt quite well now. All the dizziness and nausea had vanished, and he was his own strong, sturdy self again.
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