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After early nightfall, the yellow lamps would light up here and there the squalid quarter of the brothels.

Number ten Fresh Nelly is waiting on you. Good night, husband.

The music came nearer, and he recalled the words, the words of Shelley's fragment upon the moon: wandering companionless, pale for weariness.

A cold, lucid indifference reigned in his soul.

The chaos in which his ardour extinguished itself was a cold, indifferent knowledge of himself.

"Well now, Ennis, I declare you have a head, and so has my stick."

If ever he was impelled to cast sin from him and to repent, the impulse that moved him was the wish to be her knight.

But the dusk deepening in the schoolroom covered over his thoughts. The bell rang.

Stephen, leaning back and drawing idly on his scribbler, listened to the talk about him, which Heron checked from time to time by saying,

"If a layman in giving baptism pour the water before saying the words, is the child baptized?"

A gentle kick from the tall boy in the bench behind urged Stephen to ask a difficult question.

The rector did not ask for a catechism to hear the lesson from.

The retreat will begin on Wednesday afternoon in honour of Saint Francis Xavier, whose feast day is Saturday.

On Friday, confession will be heard all the afternoon after beads.

Stephen's heart began slowly to fold and fade with fear, like a withering flower.

He is called, as you know, the Apostle of the Indies.

The rector paused and then, shaking his clasped hands before him, went on.

In the silence, their dark fire kindled the dusk into a tawny glow.

For a full hour, he had paced up and down waiting, but he could wait no longer.

Pride after satisfaction uplifted him like long, slow waves.

Whose feet are as the feet of harts and underneath the everlasting arms.

The pride of that dim image brought back to his mind the dignity of the office he had refused.

The phrase and the day and the scene harmonized in a chord.

They were voyaging across the deserts of the sky, a host of nomads on the march, voyaging high over Ireland westward bound.

He stood still in deference to their calls and parried their banter with easy words.

It was a pain to see them, and a sword like pain to see the signs of adolescence that made repellent their pitiable nakedness.

A moment before, the ghost of the ancient kingdom of the Danes had looked forth through the vesture of the hazewrapped city.

They unite every quality and sometimes you will find me referring to them as colorists, sometimes as chiaroscurists.

It is the head of a parrot with a little flower in his beak from a picture of Carpaccio's, one of his series of the Life of Saint George.

But in this vignette, copied from Turner, you have the two principles brought out perfectly.

Do not, therefore, think that the Gothic school is an easy one.

That a style is restrained or severe does not mean that it is also erroneous.

You must look at him in the face fight him conquer him with what scathe you may you need not think to keep out of the way of him.

You know I have just been telling you how this school of materialism and clay involved itself at last in cloud and fire.

There's one, and there's another the Dudley and the Flint.

Every plant in the grass is set formally, grows perfectly, and may be realized completely.

In both these high mythical subjects the surrounding nature, though suffering, is still dignified and beautiful.

But now here is a subject of which you will wonder at first why Turner drew it at all.

It has no beauty whatsoever, no specialty of picturesqueness and all its lines are cramped and poor.

See that your lives be in nothing worse than a boy's climbing for his entangled kite.

Also, a popular contrivance whereby love making may be suspended but not stopped during the picnic season.

HARANGUE The tiresome product of a tireless tongue.

angor, pain. Painful to hear.

HAY FEVER A heart trouble caused by falling in love with a grass widow.

HEAVEN A good place to be raised to.

HORSE SENSE A degree of wisdom that keeps one from betting on the races.

HOSE Man's excuse for wetting the walk.

HOTEL A place where a guest often gives up good dollars for poor quarters.

HOUSECLEANING A domestic upheaval that makes it easy for the government to enlist all the soldiers it needs.

HUSBAND The next thing to a wife.

hussy, woman, and bond, tie.

So I return rebuk'd to my content, And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.

It was this observation that drew from Douglas not immediately, but later in the evening a reply that had the interesting consequence to which I call attention.

Someone else told a story not particularly effective, which I saw he was not following.

cried one of the women. He took no notice of her he looked at me, but as if, instead of me, he saw what he spoke of.

There was a unanimous groan at this, and much reproach after which, in his preoccupied way, he explained.

I could write to my man and enclose the key he could send down the packet as he finds it.

The others resented postponement, but it was just his scruples that charmed me.

To this his answer was prompt. Oh, thank God, no And is the record yours?

She was the most agreeable woman I've ever known in her position she would have been worthy of any whatever.

It wasn't simply that she said so, but that I knew she hadn't. I was sure I could see.

You'll easily judge why when you hear. Because the thing had been such a scare? He continued to fix me.

Well, if I don't know who she was in love with, I know who he was.

The first of these touches conveyed that the written statement took up the tale at a point after it had, in a manner, begun.

The awkward thing was that they had practically no other relations and that his own affairs took up all his time.

There were plenty of people to help, but of course the young lady who should go down as governess would be in supreme authority.

It sounded dull it sounded strange and all the more so because of his main condition. Which was?

But was that all her reward? one of the ladies asked.

Yet these thoughts affected Hester Prynne less with hope than apprehension.

This outward mutability indicated, and did not more than fairly express, the various properties of her inner life.

Hester Prynne, nevertheless, the loving mother of this one child, ran little risk of erring on the side of undue severity.

Pearl saw, and gazed intently, but never sought to make acquaintance.

It was the scarlet letter in another form the scarlet letter endowed with life

She screamed and shouted, too, with a terrific volume of sound, which, doubtless, caused the hearts of the fugitives to quake within them.

Yea, his honourable worship is within. But he hath a godly minister or two with him, and likewise a leech.

Pearl, seeing the rose bushes, began to cry for a red rose, and would not be pacified.

He wore blue silk stockings, blue knee pants with gold buckles, a blue ruffled waist and a jacket of bright blue braided with gold.

His hat had a peaked crown and a flat brim, and around the brim was a row of tiny golden bells that tinkled when he moved.

Instead of shoes, the old man wore boots with turnover tops and his blue coat had wide cuffs of gold braid.

For a long time he had wished to explore the beautiful Land of Oz in which they lived.

When they were outside, Unc simply latched the door and started up the path.

No one would disturb their little house, even if anyone came so far into the thick forest while they were gone.

At the foot of the mountain that separated the Country of the Munchkins from the Country of the Gillikins, the path divided.

He knew it would take them to the house of the Crooked Magician, whom he had never seen but who was their nearest neighbor.

Then they started on again and two hours later came in sight of the house of doctor Pipt.

Unc knocked at the door of the house and a chubby, pleasant faced woman, dressed all in blue, opened it and greeted the visitors with a smile.

I am, my dear, and all strangers are welcome to my home.

We have come from a far lonelier place than this. A lonelier place

We are traveling, replied Ojo, and we stopped at your house just to rest and refresh ourselves.

The first lot we tested on our Glass Cat, which not only began to live but has lived ever since.

I think the next Glass Cat the Magician makes will have neither brains nor heart, for then it will not object to catching mice and may prove of some use to us.

You see, I've lived all my life with Unc Nunkie, the Silent One, and there was no one to tell me anything.

That is one reason you are Ojo the Unlucky, said the woman, in a sympathetic tone.

I think I must show you my Patchwork Girl, said Margolotte, laughing at the boy's astonishment, for she is rather difficult to explain.

But first I will tell you that for many years I have longed for a servant to help me with the housework and to cook the meals and wash the dishes.

A bed quilt made of patches of different kinds and colors of cloth, all neatly sewed together.

Sometimes it is called a 'crazy quilt, ' because the patches and colors are so mixed up.

At the Emerald City, where our Princess Ozma lives, green is the popular color.

I will show you what a good job I did, and she went to a tall cupboard and threw open the doors.

The hair was of brown yarn and hung down on her neck in several neat braids.