A Collection of Short-storiesLemuel Arthur Pittenger Macmillan Company, 1914 - 268 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 47
... ; and there was a champagne of an obscure brand , which always came to mess without any labels , because the White Hussars wished none to know where the source 30 of supply might be found . The officer on whose THE MAN WHO WAS 47.
... ; and there was a champagne of an obscure brand , which always came to mess without any labels , because the White Hussars wished none to know where the source 30 of supply might be found . The officer on whose THE MAN WHO WAS 47.
الصفحة 49
... mess , she put the public senti- ment very neatly when she explained that they were all so nice that unless she could marry them all , including the colonel and some majors who were already married , 10 she was not going to content ...
... mess , she put the public senti- ment very neatly when she explained that they were all so nice that unless she could marry them all , including the colonel and some majors who were already married , 10 she was not going to content ...
الصفحة 51
... mess room of the White Hus- sars was a sight to be remembered . All the mess plate was on the long table the same table that had served 20 up the bodies of five dead officers in a forgotten fight long and long ago the dingy , battered ...
... mess room of the White Hus- sars was a sight to be remembered . All the mess plate was on the long table the same table that had served 20 up the bodies of five dead officers in a forgotten fight long and long ago the dingy , battered ...
الصفحة 52
... mess bills . That sacrament of the mess never grows old , and never ceases to bring a lump into the throat of the listener wherever he be , by land or by sea . kovitch rose with his " brothers glorious , " but he could 25 not understand ...
... mess bills . That sacrament of the mess never grows old , and never ceases to bring a lump into the throat of the listener wherever he be , by land or by sea . kovitch rose with his " brothers glorious , " but he could 25 not understand ...
الصفحة 53
... mess rose joyously as he thrust forward the hilt of his saber , in token of 5 fealty , for the colonel of the White Hussars to touch , and dropped into a vacant chair amid shouts of " Rung ho ! Hira Singh ! " ( which being translated ...
... mess rose joyously as he thrust forward the hilt of his saber , in token of 5 fealty , for the colonel of the White Hussars to touch , and dropped into a vacant chair amid shouts of " Rung ho ! Hira Singh ! " ( which being translated ...
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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...