The Short-storyAllyn and Bacon, 1916 - 238 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 197
... Coppy , because of your hair . Do you mind being called Coppy ? it is because of ve hair , you know . " Here was one of the most embarrassing of Wee Willie Winkie's peculiarities . He would look at a stranger for some time , and then ...
... Coppy , because of your hair . Do you mind being called Coppy ? it is because of ve hair , you know . " Here was one of the most embarrassing of Wee Willie Winkie's peculiarities . He would look at a stranger for some time , and then ...
الصفحة 198
... Coppy with the Afghan and Egyptian medals on his breast . Why , then , should Coppy be guilty of the unmanly weakness of kissing— vehemently kissing a " big girl , " Miss Allardyce to wit ? In the course of a morning ride , Wee Willie ...
... Coppy with the Afghan and Egyptian medals on his breast . Why , then , should Coppy be guilty of the unmanly weakness of kissing— vehemently kissing a " big girl , " Miss Allardyce to wit ? In the course of a morning ride , Wee Willie ...
الصفحة 199
... Coppy , half amused and half angry . how many people may you have told about it ? " " Only me myself . You didn't tell when I twied to wide ve buffalo ven my pony was lame ; and I fought you wouldn't like . " 66 Winkie , " said Coppy ...
... Coppy , half amused and half angry . how many people may you have told about it ? " " Only me myself . You didn't tell when I twied to wide ve buffalo ven my pony was lame ; and I fought you wouldn't like . " 66 Winkie , " said Coppy ...
الصفحة 200
... Coppy . " Fonder van you are of Bell or ve Butcha " It's in a different way , " said Coppy . - or me ? " " You see , one - of these days Miss Allardyce will belong to me , but you'll grow up and command the Regiment and all sorts of ...
... Coppy . " Fonder van you are of Bell or ve Butcha " It's in a different way , " said Coppy . - or me ? " " You see , one - of these days Miss Allardyce will belong to me , but you'll grow up and command the Regiment and all sorts of ...
الصفحة 201
... Coppy's big sword or shiny pistol . The idea that he shared a great secret in common with Coppy kept Wee Willie Winkie unusually virtuous for three weeks . Then the Old Adam broke out , and he made what he called a " camp - fire " at ...
... Coppy's big sword or shiny pistol . The idea that he shared a great secret in common with Coppy kept Wee Willie Winkie unusually virtuous for three weeks . Then the Old Adam broke out , and he made what he called a " camp - fire " at ...
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الصفحة xii - A skilful literary artist has constructed a tale. If wise, he has not fashioned his thoughts to accommodate his incidents; but having conceived, with deliberate care, a certain unique or single effect to be wrought out, he then invents such incidents, he then combines such events, as may best aid him in establishing this preconceived effect. If his very initial sentence tend not to the outbringing of this effect, then he has failed in his first step. In the whole composition there should be no word...
الصفحة 8 - ... of buttons down the sides and bunches at the knees. He bore on his shoulder a stout keg that seemed full of liquor, and made signs for Rip to approach and assist him with the load.
الصفحة 16 - There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
الصفحة 14 - He now hurried forth, and hastened to his old resort, the village inn — but it too was gone. A large rickety wooden building stood in its place, with great gaping windows, some of them broken, and mended with old hats and petticoats, and over the door was painted, "The Union Hotel, by Jonathan Doolittle." Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall naked pole, with something on the top that looked like a red night-cap, and from...
الصفحة 231 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
الصفحة 7 - thy mistress leads thee a dog's life of it; but never mind, my lad, whilst I live, thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee!" Wolf would wag his tail, look wistfully in his master's face, and if dogs can feel pity, I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart.
الصفحة 2 - At the foot of these fairy mountains, the voyager may have descried the light smoke curling up from a village, whose shingleroofs gleam among the trees, just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape. It is a little village, of great antiquity, having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists, in the early times of the province...
الصفحة 10 - He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another ; and he reiterated his visits to the flagon so often that at length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.
الصفحة 18 - Rip Van Winkle now! Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle?" All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among the crowd, put her hand to her brow, and peering under it in his face for a moment, exclaimed, "Sure enough! it is Rip Van Winkle— it is himself!
الصفحة 15 - Alas! gentlemen," cried Rip, somewhat dismayed, "I am a poor, quiet man, a native of the place, and a loyal subject of the King, God bless him!" Here a general shout burst from the by-standers: "A Tory! a Tory! a spy! a refugee! hustle him! away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the selfimportant man in the cocked hat restored order; and, having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit what he came there for, and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly...