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... Face is our classic story in the field of ideals and their development . Haw- thorne , above all writers , is most interested in ethical laws and moral development . Still other stories aim to portray character . Miss Jewett and Mrs ...
... Face is our classic story in the field of ideals and their development . Haw- thorne , above all writers , is most interested in ethical laws and moral development . Still other stories aim to portray character . Miss Jewett and Mrs ...
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... face . " You need not give yourself any anxiety , " said the Griffin , " about my return to the town . I shall not remain 20 there . Now that I have that admirable likeness of myself in front of my cave , where I can sit at my leisure ...
... face . " You need not give yourself any anxiety , " said the Griffin , " about my return to the town . I shall not remain 20 there . Now that I have that admirable likeness of myself in front of my cave , where I can sit at my leisure ...
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... face ; or else , suddenly deciding to accept the lower price offered , they would call out to the customer as he walked slowly away : " All right , Mast ' Anthime . You can have it . " Then , little by little , the square became empty ...
... face ; or else , suddenly deciding to accept the lower price offered , they would call out to the customer as he walked slowly away : " All right , Mast ' Anthime . You can have it . " Then , little by little , the square became empty ...
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... , but poked him in the pit of his stomach , and shouted in his face : " Go on , you old fox ! " Then he 30 turned on his heel . Master Hauchecorne was speechless , and more and more disturbed 40 A COLLECTION OF SHORT - STORIES.
... , but poked him in the pit of his stomach , and shouted in his face : " Go on , you old fox ! " Then he 30 turned on his heel . Master Hauchecorne was speechless , and more and more disturbed 40 A COLLECTION OF SHORT - STORIES.
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... and smiled in the colonel's face . Little Mil- dred , who was always more of a woman than a man till " Boot and saddle " was sounded , repeated the question 30 in a voice that would have drawn confidences from a THE MAN WHO WAS 57.
... and smiled in the colonel's face . Little Mil- dred , who was always more of a woman than a man till " Boot and saddle " was sounded , repeated the question 30 in a voice that would have drawn confidences from a THE MAN WHO WAS 57.
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الصفحة 70 - DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
الصفحة 71 - I looked upon the scene before me — upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain, upon the bleak walls, upon the vacant eye-like windows, upon a few rank sedges, and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees, with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium, the bitter lapse into everyday life, the hideous dropping off of the veil.
الصفحة 96 - I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder — there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters — and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the "HOUSE OF USHER.
الصفحة 94 - I dared not— I dared not speak! We have put her living In the tomb! Said I not that my senses were acute? I now tell you that I heard her first feeble movements in the hollow coffin I heard them— many, many days ago— yet I dared not—/ dared not speak!
الصفحة 91 - At the termination of this sentence I started, and for a moment paused; for it appeared to me (although I at once concluded that my excited fancy had deceived me) — it appeared to me that from some very remote portion of the mansion, there came indistinctly to my ears what might have been, in its exact similarity of character, the echo (but a stifled and dull one certainly) of the very cracking and ripping sound which Sir Launcelot had so particularly described.
الصفحة 95 - There was blood upon her white robes, and the evidence of some bitter struggle upon every portion of her emaciated frame. For a moment she remained trembling and reeling to and fro upon the threshold, then, with a low moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon the person of her brother, and in her violent and now final death-agonies, bore him to the floor a corpse, and a victim to the terrors he had anticipated.
الصفحة 95 - Madman!" - here he sprang furiously to his feet, and shrieked out his syllables, as if in the effort he were giving up his soul - "Madman! I tell you that she now stands without the door!
الصفحة 71 - It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate, its capacity for sorrowful impression...
الصفحة 83 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago), And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
الصفحة 92 - But the good champion Ethelred, now entering within the door was sore enraged and amazed to perceive no signal of the maliceful hermit; but, in the stead thereof, a dragon of a scaly and prodigious...