There was no reason why her white-rose face with its strange blue eyes and its smile-curved lips should float about in the darkness of Mrs. Sykes' best room.
But, to "retrace my tale," as the canine said, when a flee was suckin the heart's blood from his cordil appendige-- "Well, my friends," said I, humerin these men in their mistake, "what can I do for you down to Washington?"
Though he had always been fond of Mr. Moggridge, it had not before occurred to Theophil to make of him a companion; but about this time, as Mr. Moggridge would drop in of an evening to discuss church matters, the young minister would be surprised to note how lonely he felt when he had gone.
In the remoter corners of the old gothic church the shadows are beginning to gather, as the sermon draws near its close; but in the centre aisle and about the pulpit there is broad daylight still shining-in from the wide western window, across the lower half of which there are tall figures of the Evangelists in old stained glass.
On the 10th, a great battle will be fought, which will begin at four of the clock in the afternoon, and last until nine at night, with great obstinacy, but no very decisive event.
Sheila held out her hand to Mr. James Greely, who took it with a surprised and dazzled look.
Onistah's heart swelled with an emotion that was more than vanity.
Let it cool in the broth; take it out; lay it under a weight until cold, and serve.
Religion is the force that relates action to life.
So long as we remained in France his humour was like this, delicate and expansive, but an accidental allusion led us across the Channel when he changed.
Wet this with enough milk or water to drop from spoon in a ball; remove your meat or chicken; drop in the balls of dough; cook five minutes in the liquor; place around the edge of platter, with the chicken or meat in center; season the liquor and pour over it.
Simpson, puzzled, amazed, and a little scared at last, had barely time to notice the position before it dissolved.
The difficulty in all true efforts of our literary history is the want of means.
When the pie plate filled, he inched along the floor, dragging it into the bathroom, spilling some, but managing to reach up and pour most of it into the toilet.
"Yes," said Blake, "we are going--" As he spoke there came in through the window a puff of air, that scattered the papers on the table.
At last, when a violent contest ensued, and Volusenus, through eagerness to intercept Comius, had obstinately pursued him with a small party; and Comius had, by the rapidity of his flight, drawn Volusenus to a considerable distance from his troops, he, on a sudden, appealed to the honour of all about him for assistance not to suffer the wound, which he had perfidiously received, to go without vengeance; and, wheeling his horse about, rode unguardedly before the rest up to the commander.
So the two installed themselves on each side of the stone knight's armed feet, which helped to support the tea-basket, and Lady Maud took out her spirit-lamp and a saucepan that just held two cups, and a tin bottle full of water, and all the other things, arranging them neatly in order.
On other occasions he saw big scorpions and big hairy spiders trying to escape in the same way, and showing the same helpless inability to injure their ravenous foes, or to defend themselves.
Why seeks he wine, And why do you from time to time supply The means for such excess?
I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on."