The Strand Magazine, 3. köideGeorge Newnes, Herbert Greenhough Smith G. Newnes, 1892 |
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... hand the bone with which the old Don in the famous romance used to write . There is ink on it still . Here , too , is the veritable chart itself -the original map of those wonderful mines . Shall I help to destroy its delight- ful ...
... hand the bone with which the old Don in the famous romance used to write . There is ink on it still . Here , too , is the veritable chart itself -the original map of those wonderful mines . Shall I help to destroy its delight- ful ...
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... HAND ? ' SHE ASKED . " After this I gave it up . Mounting the sun - deck I told one of the men to hand me up a camp stool , and sat down to do sentry myself . The moon was nearing the tops of the forest trees , and the dark shadows were ...
... HAND ? ' SHE ASKED . " After this I gave it up . Mounting the sun - deck I told one of the men to hand me up a camp stool , and sat down to do sentry myself . The moon was nearing the tops of the forest trees , and the dark shadows were ...
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... hand ? What hand ? ' " Then Catherine Coussac - her name was Catherine , Catisson in our country dialect told me the story of the crime , cabbage soup and some dump- lings , and after the meal his mother went up- stairs to rest on the ...
... hand ? What hand ? ' " Then Catherine Coussac - her name was Catherine , Catisson in our country dialect told me the story of the crime , cabbage soup and some dump- lings , and after the meal his mother went up- stairs to rest on the ...
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... hand , a big hand , a thick , wide hand with something terrifying about it , something which Catissou noticed at once - the four fingers were almost as thick as the thumb , and were all the same size , and all as long as one another ...
... hand , a big hand , a thick , wide hand with something terrifying about it , something which Catissou noticed at once - the four fingers were almost as thick as the thumb , and were all the same size , and all as long as one another ...
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... hand , as Catissou told me at the barracks ; but no- body knew a man with a hand like that in the whole of that part of the country - he would soon have been noticed . They questioned the men who worked with old Coussac , one after ...
... hand , as Catissou told me at the barracks ; but no- body knew a man with a hand like that in the whole of that part of the country - he would soon have been noticed . They questioned the men who worked with old Coussac , one after ...
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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.