Author's Digest: The World's Great Stories in Brief, المجلد 11Issued under the auspices of the Author's Press, 1908 |
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... morning by the Countess d'Ahlefeld , wife of the Chancellor , who came to inquire after his pupil , young Guldenlew . Learn- ing that he had gone to Munkholm , she demanded his object . The General said that he had given him a pass to ...
... morning by the Countess d'Ahlefeld , wife of the Chancellor , who came to inquire after his pupil , young Guldenlew . Learn- ing that he had gone to Munkholm , she demanded his object . The General said that he had given him a pass to ...
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... morning Ordener again sought Munkholm . He told the Count that Dispolsen had been killed by Hans of Ice- land , while nothing was known of the iron casket containing the precious papers , but that he should pursue the outlaw and get the ...
... morning Ordener again sought Munkholm . He told the Count that Dispolsen had been killed by Hans of Ice- land , while nothing was known of the iron casket containing the precious papers , but that he should pursue the outlaw and get the ...
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... morning Carroll had vanished , and he never returned . Before the end of the year the Widow Stadt gave birth to a boy , who was named Gill , whose fierce infancy foretold a ferocious manhood . Sometimes a little wild man entered her ...
... morning Carroll had vanished , and he never returned . Before the end of the year the Widow Stadt gave birth to a boy , who was named Gill , whose fierce infancy foretold a ferocious manhood . Sometimes a little wild man entered her ...
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... morning about this time , Count d'Ahlefeld and his secretary , Musdaemen , sought the wild Arbarmin , capping a ... morning ; then he set off through the mountains . Toward night he descended to the coast , and in a fisherman's cottage ...
... morning about this time , Count d'Ahlefeld and his secretary , Musdaemen , sought the wild Arbarmin , capping a ... morning ; then he set off through the mountains . Toward night he descended to the coast , and in a fisherman's cottage ...
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... morning the leaders sallied out to their forces , who were already moving ; and , reënforced by others as they went , they poured down the moun- tain and along the valleys . The Chancellor and his secretary , Musdaemen , had well ...
... morning the leaders sallied out to their forces , who were already moving ; and , reënforced by others as they went , they poured down the moun- tain and along the valleys . The Chancellor and his secretary , Musdaemen , had well ...
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Alessandro arms asked Bagheera beautiful became boat Brandon Brazovics brother called Captain Nugent Carew carronade Charles Cimourdain cried Daisy Daisy Miller daughter dead Diccon Dick door Eleanor England eyes face father Felipe fell Fred Gauvain gave girl Grimstone Günther Gwynplaine hand happy heard heart Hilliard horse husband Ichabod Imlac Indians Isabel Jamestown Jeremy Sparrow Katschuka knew Krisstyan Kybird lady learned letter lived looked Lord Carnal Lord Warburton Madame Merle maid Margaret marriage married Masterton Miss morning mother Mowgli Nekayah never night Noémi Ordener Osmond Pekuah Philammon Prince promised Ralph Ramona Rasselas Ravenshoe returned Rip Van Winkle Saltire Señora sent Shere Khan ship soon stood story strange suddenly talk thought Timar Timéa told took Torpenhow Touchett turned uncle Ursus Valedo Vendée Vevey voice wife Wiley Winterbourne wished woman young
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الصفحة 43 - Ah, poor man, Rip Van Winkle was his name, but it's twenty years since he went away from home with his gun, and never has been heard of since,— his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself, or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl.
الصفحة 45 - Away then they dashed, through thick and thin; stones flying, and sparks flashing at every bound. Ichabod's flimsy garments fluttered in the air, as he stretched his long lank body away over his horse's head, in the eagerness of his flight.
الصفحة 43 - I'm not myself; I'm somebody else; that's me yonder; no, that's somebody else got into my shoes. I was myself last night; but I fell asleep on the mountain, and they've changed my gun, and everything's changed, and I'm changed, and I can't tell what's my name or who I am ! " The bystanders began now to look at each other, nod, wink significantly, and tap their fingers against their foreheads.
الصفحة 43 - ... so that, though a thief might get in with perfect ease, he would find some embarrassment in getting out; an idea most probably borrowed by the architect, Yost Van Houten, from the mystery of an eel-pot.
الصفحة 43 - The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunder-storm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of nine-pins...
الصفحة 45 - The hair of the affrighted pedagogue rose upon his head with terror. What was to be done? To turn and fly was now too late; and, besides, what chance was there of escaping ghost or goblin, if such it was, which could ride upon the wings of the wind? Summoning up, therefore, a show of courage, he demanded in stammering accents, "Who are you?
الصفحة 45 - Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old Gunpowder sprang upon the bridge; he thundered over the resounding planks; he gained the opposite side; and now Ichabod cast a look behind to see if his pursuer should vanish, according to rule, in a flash of fire and brimstone. Just then he saw the goblin rising in his stirrups and in the very act of hurling his head at him. Ichabod endeavored to dodge the horrible missile, but too late. It encountered his cranium with a tremendous crash; he was tumbled...
الصفحة 42 - ... what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village. "Alas! gentlemen...
الصفحة 43 - The honest man could contain himself no longer. He caught his daughter and her child in his arms. "I am your father!" cried he — "Young Rip Van Winkle once — old Rip Van Winkle now! — Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle!
الصفحة 109 - the choice of life is become less important; I hope hereafter to think only on the choice of eternity.