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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... suddenly appeared and , wielding a stone ax , smote rebel and soldier alike , but when he could struck down soldiers of the Munkholm regiment . He disarmed and stunned the false Hans of Iceland , who was captured by a musketeer . The ...
... suddenly appeared and , wielding a stone ax , smote rebel and soldier alike , but when he could struck down soldiers of the Munkholm regiment . He disarmed and stunned the false Hans of Iceland , who was captured by a musketeer . The ...
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... had been equally severe on land . The child had wandered about for four hours ; he was cold , hungry , and discouraged . Looking down , he saw footprints in the snow and he followed them . Suddenly these marks ceased , 14 THE MAN WHO ...
... had been equally severe on land . The child had wandered about for four hours ; he was cold , hungry , and discouraged . Looking down , he saw footprints in the snow and he followed them . Suddenly these marks ceased , 14 THE MAN WHO ...
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... suddenly this bundle began to cry . " So it is your bundle that wails ! Vale of Jehoshaphat ! Who ever heard of a screeching parcel ? " said Ursus . He took the babe on his knee and fed it with milk ; then he questioned the child as to ...
... suddenly this bundle began to cry . " So it is your bundle that wails ! Vale of Jehoshaphat ! Who ever heard of a screeching parcel ? " said Ursus . He took the babe on his knee and fed it with milk ; then he questioned the child as to ...
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... suddenly faded from his mind . The blind girl had dispelled the darkness within him . In a moment he became again the noble and good Gwynplaine , the innocent man . There was no vision for him now but the heaven where Dea was , and he ...
... suddenly faded from his mind . The blind girl had dispelled the darkness within him . In a moment he became again the noble and good Gwynplaine , the innocent man . There was no vision for him now but the heaven where Dea was , and he ...
الصفحة 21
... Suddenly she sprang from the couch and stood there nude . Then she threw a silken robe round her and entered the bath- room , and when she saw Gwynplaine she flung herself upon his neck , and told him how she loved him . " Madame ...
... Suddenly she sprang from the couch and stood there nude . Then she threw a silken robe round her and entered the bath- room , and when she saw Gwynplaine she flung herself upon his neck , and told him how she loved him . " Madame ...
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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.