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sdkqolh  [Feb 25, 2010 at 03:03 PM]
my dear?" asked the gentleman whose name the lady's agitation revealed; "tell me what is the matter." "Oh, Lucien, can I confide in you?" "Of course, you know you can do so. But what can be the matter? Your note of this morning has completely bewildered me. This precipitation--this unusual appointment. Come, ease me of my anxiety, or else frighten me at once." "Lucien, a great event has happened!" -
sdkqolh  [Feb 27, 2010 at 12:41 PM]
and said in an agitated voice, "Now you may drink." Valentine shuddered. It was the first time one of these visions had ever addressed her in a living voice, and she was about to utter an exclamation. The man placed his finger on her lips. "The Count of Monte Cristo!" she murmured. It was easy to see that no doubt now remained in the young girl's mind as to the reality of the scene; her eyes -
sdkqolh  [Mar 01, 2010 at 10:03 AM]
you want, Morrel, come to me; I have great power." More rapidly than thought, he darted down the Rue Matignon, and thence to the Avenue des Champs Elysées. Meanwhile M. de Villefort arrived in a hired cabriolet at M. d'Avrigny's door. He rang so violently that the porter was alarmed. Villefort ran up-stairs without saying a word. The porter knew him, and let him pass, only calling to him, -
sdkqolh  [Mar 02, 2010 at 03:43 PM]
seizing the moist hand of the paralytic, "they ask me who I am, and what right I have to be here. Oh, you know it, tell them, tell them!" And the young man's voice was choked by sobs. As for the old man, his chest heaved with his panting respiration. One could have thought that he was undergoing the agonies preceding death. At length, happier than the young man, who sobbed without weeping, -
fdwejkjsd  [Mar 04, 2010 at 10:23 AM]
ch she became more formidable in the school than her husband; for, to confess the truth, he was never master there, or anywhere else, in h er presence.Though her countenance did not denote much natural sweetness of temper, yet this was, perhaps, somewhat soured by a circumstance which generally poisons matrimonial felicity; forchildren are rightly -
dsjkas  [Mar 05, 2010 at 05:13 PM]
he middle of the night.""Then show me in the morning!" "All right, I'll show you. But I've got my own things to do. You'll have to find your scholars by yourself.""Easy," she said. "I know all about Scholars."He put the plates together and stood up."I cooked," he said, "so you can wash the dishes."She looked incredulous. "Wash the dishes?" she scoff -
sjakjsd  [Mar 10, 2010 at 09:39 AM]
that the sincerity of his own bull-fighting would be so set off by the false aesthetics of the bull-fighters of the decadent period that he would only have to be in the ring. His return from retirement had been spoiled by Romero. Romero did always, smoothly, calmly, and beautifully, what he, Belmonte, could only bring himself to do now sometimes. T -
sjakjsd  [Mar 12, 2010 at 04:44 PM]
ount of music in the pre Mongolian epoch, and went on to describe the great outburst of song that followed the Chinese conquest. Remote and primal as were the methods of I-San-So and the Brisbane school, she yet felt (she said) that study of them might repay the musicians of today: they had freshness; they had, above all, ideas. Her lecture, which -
vjskww  [Mar 16, 2010 at 09:30 AM]
off west and got among a herd in another allotment. There was a damn miserable time for five days, Ennis and a Chilean herder with no English trying to sort them out, the task almost impossible as the paint brands were worn and faint at this late season. Even when the numbers were right Ennis knew the sheep were mixed. In -
vjskww  [Mar 17, 2010 at 11:11 AM]
mightily, squeezing the breath out of each other, saying, son of a bitch, son of a bitch, then, and easily as the right key turns the lock tumblers, their mouths came together, and hard, Jack’s big teeth bringing blood, his hat falling to the floor, stubble rasping, wet saliva welling, and the door opening and Alma looking -
dkjskfd  [Mar 18, 2010 at 03:06 PM]
Scarlett saw with the faintest feeling of relief that she knew this officer. He was Captain Tom Jaffery, one of Rhett’s friends. She had sold him lumber to build his house. She knew him to be a gentleman. Perhaps, as he was a gentleman, he wouldn’t drag them away to prison. He recognized her instantly and, taking off his hat, bowed, somewhat embarrassed.-
fwwqje  [Mar 19, 2010 at 03:51 PM]
hink it's possible. Why not possible?" "No! do you really think it's possible? No, tell me all you think! Oh, but if...if refusal's in store for me!... Indeed I feel sure..." "Why should you think that?" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling at his excitement. "It seems so to me sometimes. That will be awful for me, and for her too." "Oh, well, anyway -
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lqx01  [Jun 04, 2010 at 10:37 AM]
as they proceeded, "but then there will be an inducement, and I shall gradually get intimately acquainted with all the hedges, gates, pools and pollards of this part of Highbury." Harriet, she found, had never in her life been within side the Vicarage, and her curiosity to see it was so extreme, that, considering exteriors and probabilities, Emma -