The Strand Magazine, 3. köideGeorge Newnes, Herbert Greenhough Smith G. Newnes, 1892 |
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... dear children , but I really cannot play . " " Oh , yes , you will ! You are so good- natured ! " " Won't you play to please me , grand- father ? " " And me , uncle ? " " Good gracious , children , do not tease me so ! I have told you ...
... dear children , but I really cannot play . " " Oh , yes , you will ! You are so good- natured ! " " Won't you play to please me , grand- father ? " " And me , uncle ? " " Good gracious , children , do not tease me so ! I have told you ...
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... dear , go out and walk about for a few minutes ; I shall be better able to tell this gentleman what he wants to know about you . " Go and see whether there is anything startling in the newspaper bills - and bring me back a paper , if ...
... dear , go out and walk about for a few minutes ; I shall be better able to tell this gentleman what he wants to know about you . " Go and see whether there is anything startling in the newspaper bills - and bring me back a paper , if ...
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... asked , in a fainting tone . " Mother , dear mother , I can't tell you : it's in the newspaper ! " I snatched up the paper which had dropped from his trembling hand . My 66 eyes seemed drawn as by a magnet to an 62 THE STRAND MAGAZINE .
... asked , in a fainting tone . " Mother , dear mother , I can't tell you : it's in the newspaper ! " I snatched up the paper which had dropped from his trembling hand . My 66 eyes seemed drawn as by a magnet to an 62 THE STRAND MAGAZINE .
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... dear , dear friends of old . ' " According to Blowhard , " Pumper " -that is , the bassoonist - is all right when he plays fair , but he will put in flourishes and fireworks , which puts me out and spoils everything . " 46 TOM - TOM ...
... dear , dear friends of old . ' " According to Blowhard , " Pumper " -that is , the bassoonist - is all right when he plays fair , but he will put in flourishes and fireworks , which puts me out and spoils everything . " 46 TOM - TOM ...
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... dear fellow , there lies the problem . It is true that ' For Mrs. Henry Baker ' was printed upon a small card which was tied to the bird's left leg , and it is also true that the initials ' H. B. ' are legible upon the lining of this ...
... dear fellow , there lies the problem . It is true that ' For Mrs. Henry Baker ' was printed upon a small card which was tied to the bird's left leg , and it is also true that the initials ' H. B. ' are legible upon the lining of this ...
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Page 167 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Page 193 - tis nobler in the mind, to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by opposing, end them? — To die, — to sleep...
Page 287 - The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 502 - T^HERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes thou hast seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Page 142 - It is possible that I might have placed them upon record before, but a promise of secrecy was made at the time, from which I have only been freed during the last month by the untimely death of the lady to whom the pledge was given.
Page 291 - ... slope from the shores of the Swiss lakes to the roots of their lower mountains. There, mingled with the taller gentians and the white narcissus, the grass grows deep and free ; and as you follow the winding mountain paths, beneath arching boughs all veiled and dim with...
Page 396 - Of all inorganic substances, acting in their own proper nature, and without assistance or combination, water is the most wonderful. If we think of it as the source of all the changefulness and beauty which we have seen in clouds ; then as the instrument by which the earth we have contemplated was modelled into symmetry, and its crags chiselled into grace ; then as, in the form of snow, it robes the mountains it has made, with that transcendent light which we could not have...
Page 155 - You see it, Watson?" he yelled. "You see it?" But I saw nothing. At the moment when Holmes struck the light I heard a low. clear whistle, but the sudden glare flashing into my weary eyes made it impossible for me to tell what it was at which my friend lashed so savagely. I could, however, see that his face was deadly pale and filled with horror and loathing. He had ceased to strike and was gazing up at the ventilator when suddenly there broke from the silence of the night the most horrible cry to...
Page 167 - The day, immeasurably long, sleeps over the broad hills and warm wide fields. To have lived through all its sunny hours, seems longevity enough. The solitary places do not seem quite lonely. At the gates of the forest, the surprised man of the world is forced to leave his city estimates of great and small, wise and foolish. The knapsack of custom falls off his back with the first step he makes into these precincts.