Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of theafternoon, Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole With juice of cursedhebenon in a vial, And in the porches of my ears did pour The leperousdistilment, whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man Thatswift as quicksilver it courses through The natural gates and alleys ofthe body; And with a sudden vigour it doth posset And curd, like eagerdroppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood.
Well, I went to one, once--some people who had lived for manyyears in the house next to mine on Beacon Street--and I do assure you,it was _triste à faire peur_; they thought you were flippant if youeven smiled, and took offence, like awkward boys and girls, at theleast informality.
""May!" George Finch placed a finger inside his collar, as if trying toloosen it.
The proper and commendable conductfor a boy is to be meek and docile and humble, to accept the dictatesand judgments of those who are wiser and older.
There is a lazy luxuriance, asort of slatternly comfort, and a Southern coloring about these oldNew York villages, bespeaking material ease and an absence of moralnervousness; perhaps nervous morality would better express it.
There was a man called Dale-Gudbrand, who was like a king in the valley(Gudbrandsdal), but was only herse in title.
It was only in the innocent Epanchinhousehold that it passed for a new and brilliant tale—as a sudden andstriking reminiscence of a splendid and talented man.
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What can she want with you now? Your money?Nonsense! Besides, I should think you must have made a fairly largehole in your fortune already.
Suddenly, the second or thirdautumn of his business career, he had given up his reading, droppedhis industry and early hours, and, for reasons well known to himself,he became the Charlie Townley known to us and the world.
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Erlings and Astrid schildren were these--Aslak, Skialg, Sigurd, Lodin, Thorer, and Ragnhild,who was married to Thorberg Arnason.
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