I pretended that I had read every book he mentioned so that in the end he said:“Ah, I can see you are a bookworm like myself.
I believe that, had I not had the chat with Harker and read the letters and the dates of his outbursts, I should have been prepared to sign for him after a brief time of observation.
And still every morning he went into the city by tram and every evening walked home from the city after having dined moderately in George’s Street and read the evening paper for dessert.
She took out her purse with the silver clasps and read again the words A Present from Belfast.
Not long before, when she had been laid up for a day, he had read her out a ghost story and made toast for her at the fire.
Little Mr. Chillip the Doctor, to whose good offices I was indebted in the very first chapter of this history, sat reading a newspaper in the shadow of an opposite corner.
He has a curious habit of looking one straight in the face, as if trying to read one's thoughts.
The curate read three or four lines to himself, and said, "I must say the title of this novel does not seem to me a bad one, and I feel an inclination to read it all."
In my time there was a very meek and mild prisoner who spent a whole year in prison always reading his Bible on the stove at night and he read himself crazy, and so crazy, do you know, that one day, apropos of nothing, he seized a brick and flung it at the governor; though he had done him no harm.
The ---- of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
I have heard her use the same tone when reading her shorthand notes.
He read this passage as if it were from an Act of Parliament; and appeared majestically refreshed by the sound of the words.
It seems that in another room, which was next to Don Quixote's, with nothing but a thin partition to separate it, he overheard these words, "As you live, Senor Don Jeronimo, while they are bringing supper, let us read another chapter of the Second Part of 'Don Quixote of La Mancha.'"
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To read Dr. Seward's account of poor Lucy's death, and what followed, is enough to dry up the springs of pity in one's heart.
I am reading your article in the magazine for the third time, Rodya.
Stimulation was, in this case impossible, as I made him read fifteen or twenty pages, he calling the letters as suggested each time they occurred."
In the trance of three days ago the Count sent her his spirit to read her mind; or more like he took her to see him in his earth-box in the ship with water rushing, just as it go free at rise and set of sun.
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The Trustees and the visiting committee had made their rounds, and read their reports, and drunk their tea, and now were hurrying home to their own cheerful firesides, to forget their bothersome little charges for another month.
He read it not aloud, but moving his lips as a priest does when he reads the prayers Secreto.
Speaking of poetry, have you ever read that charming little thing of Tennyson's called Locksley Hall?
I've read seventeen novels and bushels of poetry--really necessary novels like Vanity Fair and Richard Feverel and Alice in Wonderland.
It came to pass, however, that as Don Quixote was proceeding amid the acclamations that have been described, a Castilian, reading the inscription on his back, cried out in a loud voice, "The devil take thee for a Don Quixote of La Mancha!
Even a sceptic, who can see nothing but a travesty of bitter truth in anything holy or emotional, would have been melted to the heart had he seen that little group of loving and devoted friends kneeling round that stricken and sorrowing lady; or heard the tender passion of her husband's voice, as in tones so broken with emotion that often he had to pause, he read the simple and beautiful service from the Burial of the Dead.
He opened it cautiously with his left hand lest he should waken the child and began to read the first poem in the book:Hushed are the winds and still the evening gloom,Not e’en a Zephyr wanders through the grove,Whilst I return to view my Margaret’s tombAnd scatter flowers on the dust I love.
Do I read your lesson aright?"
In March 1991 he sent the following message toFidonet, the international bulletin board network: HELLO, ALL ANTIVIRUSRESEARCHERS WHO ARE READING THIS MESSAGE.
“Have you read Gaboriau’s works?”
I had read the signs aright.
When he reached his house he went up at once to his bedroom and, taking the paper from his pocket, read the paragraph again by the failing light of the window.
He asked us whether we had read the poetry of Thomas Moore or the works of Sir Walter Scott and Lord Lytton.
When Dr. Mortimer had finished reading this singular narrative he pushed his spectacles up on his forehead and stared across at Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
A man comes to a fixed intention to kill his enemy; he forms a plan to entrap him into his power, with the design of then compassing his death; as the law can not read the heart, it can only infer the intent from the evidences of design.
When I read the first verse I thought I had an idea--The Mighty Merchant was a divinity who distributes blessings in return for virtuous deeds--but when I got to the second verse and found him twirling a button, it seemed a blasphemous supposition, and I hastily changed my mind.
Then visiting Leaders mount the pulpit and they read to us the speeches which were made in the City Council that day, for the City Council represents all men and all men must know.
I opened it, and read the writing of Agnes.
In reading the above sentence a curious apothegm of an old weather-beaten Dutch navigator comes full upon my recollection. “
Ye can, with your young eyes, read the small-print of the lies from here.
Tom read the letter over five times, and at the close of each reading his lips approached the paper and tenderly pressed it.
Alfieri was first drawn with passion to literature by reading ‘Plutarch’s Lives.’
There was no one in the cell but Father Paissy, reading the Gospelin solitude over the coffin, and the young novice Porfiry, who,exhausted by the previous night’s conversation and the disturbingincidents of the day, was sleeping the deep sound sleep of youth onthe floor of the other room.
I felt myself quite a proctor when I read this document aloud with all possible ceremony, and set forth its provisions, any number of times, to those whom they concerned.
The Professor closed the door again, and, after looking at the direction, opened it and read aloud.
When the curate read the two first titles he looked over at the barber and said, "We want my friend's housekeeper and niece here now."
I looked hard at en, as if I would read his very soul; and there was mercy in his eyes -- or to speak with the exact truth required of us at this solemn time, in the eye that was towards me."
I hope that I am right in this supposition; for upon it I build my expectation of reading the entire riddle.
Some one else seconds the motion, and the chairman says, "It has been moved and seconded that the following resolution be adopted," when he reads the resolution; or he may read the resolution and then state the question thus: "The question is on the adoption of the resolution just read."
There is a tradition that Cervantes read some portions of his work to a select audience at the Duke of Bejar's, which may have helped to make the book known; but the obvious conclusion is that the First Part of "Don Quixote" lay on his hands some time before he could find a publisher bold enough to undertake a venture of so novel a character; and so little faith in it had Francisco Robles of Madrid, to whom at last he sold it, that he did not care to incur the expense of securing the copyright for Aragon or Portugal, contenting himself with that for Castile.
The child would sit at the big table in the library in the evening conning her books, while Jennie would sew, and Gerhardt would read his interminable list of German Lutheran papers.