He had told her about the Duncan Banshee, and the idea of havingan ancestral ghost in personal attendance on her husband tickled herimmensely.
“„Siehst, Leni, da weißt du gar nit, wie schreckbar das is und wie esmich ängstet, daß sie mich auch schon dort haben wollen.
Heidänkasvonsa ilmaisivat avutonta hämminkiä, heidän katseensa surkeatapelokkuutta.
”“But I don’t know _how_ to see!”“Nonsense, what rubbish you talk!” the mother struck in.
Yes,his malady was coming back, it was clear enough; all this gloom andheaviness, all these “ideas,” were nothing more nor less than a fitcoming on; perhaps he would have a fit this very day.
A nice sort of perfection to throw up aprince and a million and a half of roubles in order to be able to boastof the fact afterwards! What sort of a wife should I make for you,after all I have said? Afanasy Ivanovitch, do you observe I have reallyand truly thrown away a million of roubles? And you thought that Ishould consider your wretched seventy-five thousand, with Gania thrownin for a husband, a paradise of bliss! Take your seventy-five thousandback, sir; you did not reach the hundred thousand.
Huomatessaan Pareš Babun mietteissään vaikenevan Lolita kysyi häneltäinnokkaasti: »Eikö sellainen vääryys ole kauhea, isä?»Pareš Babu vastasi tyyneen tapaansa: »Me emme tarkoin tiedä, mitä Goraon tehnyt, mutta varmaa on että vaikka hänen vakaumuksensa olisikinjohtanut hänet laillisten oikeuksiensa ulkopuolelle, hän ei olisimissään tapauksessa voinut tehdä mitään sellaista, mitä rikokseksinimitetään.
It seemed more reasonable to be asking awoman like this about altering a gown than about intercourse with thedead.
Van Kull is a frank libertine; and she likeshim for it; he does not play with foils; he is a _viveur_, like thepuissant Guy Livingstone who was the hero that her youth adored.
Colia had free access to the prince,at which Lebedeff was quite disgusted and indignant.
“Oho, how careful one has to be with you, prince! Haven’t you put adrop of poison in that remark now, eh? By the way—ha, ha, ha!—I forgotto ask, was I right in believing that you were a good deal struckyourself with Nastasia Philipovna.
Some of them had previously left their homes in the villages of York,Nottinghamshire, and Lincolnshire, and had spent twelve years of exilein Holland, where they found hospitable and friendly tolerance in thecities of Amsterdam and Leyden.
The stone, too great for them to throw, Fell back, and hurt them with the blow, And now the udalmen must rue That to their friends they were so true.
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Now you see?”“Yes, but——”“But what? Surely I’ve put it plainly enough?”“Yes.
The brave king boarded, onward cheered, And north of Tungur the deck was cleared.
But it wasonly for a moment, for she at once exclaimed:"No, no, my good people, she is gone; I know she is gone!"Now for the first time many of them, especially the mothers, feltparticularly uneasy, and anxiously called their daughters to them.
Minäalan käydä vanhaksi, ja aikoja sitten on käynyt selväksi, mitä kykenentekemään, mitä en.
My pick-locks opened the door and I gave it a quick kick withmy foot and turned away.
I do not by any means do it merely to plague you, or to make yourcondition harder than formerly.
IvanFedorovitch would frown, shrug his shoulders, and at last give hisopinion: “She needs a husband!”“God forbid that he should share your ideas, Ivan Fedorovitch!” hiswife flashed back.
These three documents, their dates, andthe facts mentioned in them, prove in the most undeniable manner, thateighteen months before your birth, Nicolai Andreevitch went abroad,where he remained for three consecutive years.
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”“There was no Eropegoff? Eroshka Eropegoff?” he cried, suddenly,stopping in the road in a frenzy.
NowEyvind Skreyja called out, "Does the king of the Norsemen hide himself,or has he fled? Where is now the golden helmet?" Then Eyvind, and hisbrother Alf with him, pushed on like fools or madmen.
Tamms, and even, through his vanity, for Wemyss--but how for her? AndGracie was--she was very lovely and contented, and she had the sunniestof smiles; she was one for some of us to love perhaps--but she was notexactly happy, you see.