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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... never takes place . " " Young stranger , " replied the priest , " you can do nothing in the matter ; but God hears and will reward you . " The storm had ceased , and now appeared a group of bow- men in search of Spiagudry for ...
... never takes place . " " Young stranger , " replied the priest , " you can do nothing in the matter ; but God hears and will reward you . " The storm had ceased , and now appeared a group of bow- men in search of Spiagudry for ...
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... never had seen such a dazzling creature . She sat there without moving , and gazed at him , while everyone else was laughing . Behind her stood her page , a boy magnificently attired . When the show was over a carriage with plumed ...
... never had seen such a dazzling creature . She sat there without moving , and gazed at him , while everyone else was laughing . Behind her stood her page , a boy magnificently attired . When the show was over a carriage with plumed ...
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... never knew what night was before . Night is ab- sence . The soul flies away like a bird . I know where to find it . Father , it is up there . Later you will join us , and Homo , too . Now that Gwynplaine is no more , I die . I am going ...
... never knew what night was before . Night is ab- sence . The soul flies away like a bird . I know where to find it . Father , it is up there . Later you will join us , and Homo , too . Now that Gwynplaine is no more , I die . I am going ...
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... never knew what night was before . Night is ab- sence . The soul flies away like a bird . I know where to find it . Father , it is up there . Later you will join us , and Homo , too . Now that Gwynplaine is no more , I die . I am going ...
... never knew what night was before . Night is ab- sence . The soul flies away like a bird . I know where to find it . Father , it is up there . Later you will join us , and Homo , too . Now that Gwynplaine is no more , I die . I am going ...
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... never were dressed like other children , and our edu- cation was entirely neglected . The nurse and a neighbor called our mother's attention to the fact that we were queer little children , and she allowed them to cut our hair and get ...
... never were dressed like other children , and our edu- cation was entirely neglected . The nurse and a neighbor called our mother's attention to the fact that we were queer little children , and she allowed them to cut our hair and get ...
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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.