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  • Sometimes when, trying to understand him, she spoke of the good work he was doing for his serfs, he would be vexed and reply: "Not in the least; it never entered my head and I wouldn't do that for their good! That's all poetry and old wives' talk--all that doing good to one's neighbor! What I want is that our children should not have to go begging. I must put our affairs in order while I am alive, that's all. And to do that, order and strictness are essential.... That's all about it!" said he, clenching his vigorous fist. "And fairness, of course," he added, "for if the peasant is naked and hungry and has only one miserable horse, he can do no good either for himself or for me."
  • Nevertheless, remarked Jack, "if that same stone had hit any of us, it would have rendered the charge you speak of quite unnecessary, Peterkin."
  • Several days later, as we were plodding steadily along, away from the ranges that I have spoken of as lying to the south, Yamba, whose eyes were usually everywhere, suddenly gave a cry and stood still, pointing to some peculiar and unmistakable footprints in the sandy ground. These, she confidently assured me, were those of a white man WHO HAD LOST HIS REASON, and was wandering aimlessly about that fearful country. It was, of course, easy for her to know the white man's tracks when she saw them, but I was curious how she could be certain that the wanderer had lost his reason. She pointed out to me that, in the first place, the tracks had been made by some one wearing boots, and as the footprints straggled about in a most erratic manner, it was clearly evident that the wearer could not be sane.
  • Cheyne spoke up. "I know were not supposed to be dwelling on this, but everyones thinking about it anyway so Im just going to say it: What do you think these disasters Terek spoke of are? He said that each land has been affected, but we only know of the battle between Corrado and Dargis."
  • This was the only time that we spoke of Pablo while we lay at Huitzilan, for talk about the boy only increased the bitter sorrow for him that was in all our hearts. As for my own heart, it was wellnigh broken as I thought that but for me his gentle life would still be flowing on smoothly--as I had found it flowing when, in an evil hour, I joined his fortunes with mine, and so had brought him to so untimely and to so cruel a death. And I, too, longed for the fighting to begin that I might avenge him; for the accomplishment of which vengeance I was not merely in part, but altogether ready to yield up my own life.
  • Just what you please; you may speak of her country and of her youthful reminiscences, or if you like it better you can talk of Rome, Naples, or Florence.
  • Jenna's fourth shot deflected off of a barrel of oil, cracking it and causing some to leak onto the decking. The leaking oil was not the success of the shot, however. Instead it was the deflected bullet that chewed into the leg of the ship's helmsman that spoke of the success. The second elven firefly listed in space and changed course for well over a full minute, taking it on a path that sent it out and away from the Voidhawk. It swung back around to face them and began once again closing the distance.
  • Seisul winked."Aye, ‘tis around the back, feel free to use it all you wish. There is a guard, just tell himthe birds eat seeds in the summerand he will let you pass.The room is two silvers up front." He got more serious when speaking of money.
  • "What?—Michael Cassio, who came a-wooing with you, and so many a time, when I have spoke of you dispraisingly, hath taen your part!—to have so much to-do to bring him in! Trust me, I could do much—"
  • "Checking up on me again, making sure Im being good. Isnt that wonderful? Or perhaps maybe youre trying to provoke me into interfering in your activities so you can do some interfering of your own? What are the events you speak of this time?"
  • At length her talk took a deeper and more personal note. She spoke of her searchings after truth; of how, aching for wisdom, she had explored the religions of her day and refused them one by one; of how she had preached in Jerusalem and been stoned by the Doctors of the Law. Of how also she had wandered back to Arabia and, being rejected by her own people as a reformer, had travelled on to Egypt, and at the court of the Pharaoh of that time met a famous magician, half charlatan and half seer who, because she was far-seeing, 'clairvoyante' we should call it, instructed her in his art so well that soon she became his master and forced him to obey her.
  • I am not mad, replied Faria, with that acuteness of hearing peculiar to prisoners. "The treasure I speak of really exists, and I offer to sign an agreement with you, in which I promise to lead you to the spot where you shall dig; and if I deceive you, bring me here again,--I ask no more."
  • Ha! Perhaps you may change your mind when you learn it. You have been speaking of this Senor Zorro. What if I tell you that the highwayman is being shielded and protected and fed by Don Carlos Pulido?
  • Noah stroked her arm soothingly. "Dont worry about all of that for now," he said. "Well take it one thing at a time. speaking of which, if youre feeling up to it, there are some people that would like to see you," Noah said.
  • He hesitated before speaking. "It's a gift; and speaking of gifts, I have one for you." He reached behind him and pulled out a small bouquet of three white roses wrapped with green fern. "This is for you," he said, smiling.
  • Dawn was twelve years old, and she was changing schools. Bad enough that she was leaving all her friends behind in the refined squalor of Joseph Remington Public School; bad enough that she knew no one at Upper Edgeville Day School; bad enough that she had heard terrible rumors about the snobs who inhabited the latter institution; bad enough that she was sure to be woefully behind in every subject; but she was now entering middle school as a skinny, spotty teenage girl, with no curves to speak of and no allies to stand behind her. She was dead. She was totally and completely dead.
  • Eadie wouldnt say much about her family; she had no brothers or sisters, she wouldnt speak of her father and her mother, the lady Aletia, was a woman of mystery. Aletia was companion to Lady Margaret and seemed to be in charge of the main household. Edward wasnt quite sure.
  • But before I go on, if you please, a word or two concerning the business that brought me to Quebec. I have spoken of Griffith Hawke, the factor of Fort Royal. He was a man of fifty-odd years, simple-hearted, absorbed in his duties, and with not a spark of romance or sentiment in his being. Would you believe that such a one could think of marriage? Yet it was even so! A wife he suddenly resolved to have, and he sent for one to the head office in London, as was a common custom in those days. Many a woman was sent out by the company to cheer the lonely lot of their employees.
  • The ill will between Magdalen and me had come and gone, as had the ages of the rainy season in the City of Hamlets. Constantly, did we take part of the same air. We made discussion for all manners of doings; from the things of the wars to the tending of fields and crops, to the contests of the sporting beasts. We gave our deeds of mischief as younger lads and held the same of one the other. We spoke of the women we had desired; those who had been as shared knowledge, and those we had not disclosed prior (nor had any else information on, for that purpose). These things we said in the utmost confidence; and our bond was indestructible.
  • "Ah, yes." The duke seemed amused, not offended. "One reason for my distance as a ruler. My family have a condition called Schmid-Fraccaro syndrome. A gap in the iris creates the appearance of an elongated pupil. We entertain by candlelight to avoid unnecessary distress, but you are too fine a policeman for such simple tricks. Which is why you are here: to speak of todays events."
  • "You speak of a woman's concerns. The men are proud of their sons' glorious achievements and honourable death in battle. Widows are compensated for the loss of their husbands and sons, they would be poorer if their menfolk lived than if they die."
  • Again Don Rafael paused, and again was it evident that deep feelings moved him as he spoke of the holy life of this most holy man. "You will thus understand, señor," he went on, "that Fray Antonio of all men is best fitted by his knowledge of the ways of these mountain Indians to advise you touching your going among them and studying them. You cannot do better than confer with him at once. It is but a step to the church of San Francisco. Let us go."
  • PAN ZAMOYSKI had not uttered pure calumny to his sister when he spoke of Michael's love for Anusia, for the young prince had fallen in love with her, as had all, not excepting the pages of the castle. But that love was not over-violent, and by no means aggressive; it was rather an agreeable intoxication of the head and mind, than an impulse of the heart, which, when it loves, impels to permanent possession of the object beloved. For such action Michael had not the energy.
  • She was redirected to another page entirely. The domain name read "Paranormal Conspiracies". What followed, with a picture of her symbol, was an article on some mysterious Old-Kingdom Pharaoh called Parakesh. Not only did his name not even sound Egyptian, she quickly learned that it was very tenuous that he had ever existed at all. Apparently, if the Paranormal Conspiracy site could be trusted, he was an evil pharaoh, consumed by the dark arts, who was knowingly wiped from all historical records. The site detailed the destruction of every monument he built during his reign, and the systematic erasure of any mention of him on tablet or papyrus. It seemed every effort had been employed by his descendents to ensure that his name was never spoken of again.
  • But still smiling, I pledged them back, and answered with a jest. For rising, I bowed before Cleopatra and craved leave to go. "Venus," I said, speaking of the planet that we know as Donaou in the morning and Bonou in the evening, "was in the ascendant. Therefore, as new-crowned King of Love, I must now pass to do my homage to its Queen." For these barbarians name Venus Queen of Love.
  • With the approaching dusk, Taranis again brings them all to a place to rest, this time by a small brook. Again, Alastor helps to build a fire, but this time staying with the others. The King and Queen continue speaking of their lives together, with Cardea periodically interrupting to ask a question or confirm some hunch. Alastor remains silent, but listens carefully.
  • Do not speak of it, Miss Seldon, for the miners all chipped in and made up a purse for your ransom, while they are now anxiously awaiting your coming to give you a right royal welcome, for you will be the first lady who ever came to our camp.
  • Note 1. When the name and character of a vessel met at sea are not known, it is spoken of by sailors as `a stranger'; of a stranger they say he, but a known vessel is named she.
  • I could not kill such a grace in anything,’ she said, ‘for I believe it is for love of me that you look so kindly.’ And indeed it was so, for all Yoals love was given to Athresa at that time. And long they stayed there at the seas shore and spoke of the glories and wisdom of the Sun that had brought them thus together; and though Yoal never told her he was aught but a maldocil yet Athresa loved him nonetheless.
  • At the indelicacy of which insistence Cobby answered with a puckered brow of protest: "Don't you gather that I do not desire to speak of this?"
  • "Far be it for me to speak of such things, I am far more discreet than that," Mona remarked, casually glancing around at Aiden and the others. Her eyes locked on Sayana for a brief moment, but did not linger. "Everyone walks the path of their own choosing, in the end," the elfin ranger finished, looking at Colt directly with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
  • Generations of care and tasteful culture had made Thornton Grange one of the most beautiful places in the county. All around were wide parks dotted with ponds and clumps of trees. An avenue of elms led up to the door. A well-kept lawn was in front, and behind was an extensive grove. Every thing spoke of wealth and elegance.
  • I think I can assist your researches, said Maximilian. "Monte Cristo is a little island I have often heard spoken of by the old sailors my father employed--a grain of sand in the centre of the Mediterranean, an atom in the infinite."
  • What are you speaking of over there? Tun fumed with rage over the attempt at a private conference. "What is it you wish to exclude the rest of us from?"
  • "Well, where do we go! We've got neither food nor a boat. What with snakes, alligators and other pleasant companions, we won't get very far on a hike through the swamps. You spoke of a plan some time ago. How about it?"
  • "Ban Cruach was a great king. He came out of nowhere to rule the Norlands with a rod of iron, and men speak of him still as half a god. Where did he get his power, if not from beyond the Gates of Death? Why did he go back there at the end of his days, if not to hide away his secret? Why did he build Kushat to guard the pass forever, if not to hoard that power out of reach of all the other nations of Mars?
  • "They greatly fear what they call the innards of the antelope, and a few even spoke of refusal to obey orders. Howsomever, Master Jacobsen stopped their talk by promising they'd not have to eat any meat except of the outer body, until it's sure we'll survive." I failed to mention I would share the crew's repast.
  • From this province Marco Polo returned to Sindifu, the capital of the province of Se-chuen, whence he had started on his excursion into Thibet; and retracing the route by which he had set out, he returned to Kubla´-Khan, after having brought his mission to Indo-China to a satisfactory termination. It was probably at this time that the traveller was first entrusted by the emperor with another mission to the south-east of China. M. Pauthier, in his fine work upon the Venetian traveller, speaks of this south-easterly part of China as "the richest and most flourishing quarter of this vast empire and that also about which, since the 16th century, Europeans have had the most information."
  • The hull of the frigate towered above him like a castle. The gun ports were all closed black squares against bright yellow paint. And the entry port, two decks above him seemed as far away as an unreachable bird perched high up in a tree. There was some sort of wooden steps extending out of the hull, and rope handrails on either side of them, but it all looked awfully unstable. Not to speak of the fact that in order to get to the lowest step he would have to almost jump onto it from the boatand the boat was bobbing around all the time.
  • Or for my indecision! Petiole suddenly lashed out. His emotions swung like a pendulum. His indecision turned to fury and petty jealousies. An angry fire burned in his words. "It's so easy for you to stand there and speak of how I'll be remembered. Your place in the legends is already forged. The great Lief Woodson, the elf that stood with Ryson Acumen at Sanctum Mountain, the elf that helped destroy the sphere of Ingar and save the land. You have nothing to lose in this. No one will blame you for anything. But what about me? I have already announced my intentions to this camp. They know of my decision. What will they say once they hear I've changed my mind? You speak so arrogantly about our place in elflore. That's because that's all you have. You don't face the weight of leadership. You have the respect of every member of this camp, but you have no responsibility. You think I'm going to stand here and let you place even more burdens on me. It will not happen. I have made my decision and that is that."
  • I did not discourage her; I did not speak of the futility of such a step. But I begged her to remain in Toulouse until Monday, that she might visit me again before the end, if the end were to become inevitable.
  • Poor girl! she had no idea that these playful little lovers' tricks were much more dangerous than speaking of the tulip was; but she became aware of the fact as she returned with a beating heart, with glowing cheeks, dry lips, and moist eyes.
  • They spoke of the countess' health, of their mutual friends, of the latest war news, and when the ten minutes required by propriety had elapsed after which a visitor may rise, Nicholas got up to say good-by.
  • I should be ashamed to speak of any woman I cared for in those terms. One doesn't marry a woman who can be thought of in terms of sex.
  • I have already described bear hunting in the spring, when we stalked our game upon the snowy hillsides, and again on the Alaska Peninsula, where we hunted across the open on foot, and also in the baidarka. I will now speak of another form.
  • Among the gentlemen of the suite, Rostov noticed Bolkonski, sitting his horse indolently and carelessly. Rostov recalled their quarrel of yesterday and the question presented itself whether he ought or ought not to challenge Bolkonski. "Of course not!" he now thought. "Is it worth thinking or speaking of it at such a moment? At a time of such love, such rapture, and such self-sacrifice, what do any of our quarrels and affronts matter? I love and forgive everybody now."
  • I didn't speak of fortune, Mr. Rae,--fortune is a chance thing, more or less,--but what I say is this, that any young man not afraid of work, of any kind of work, and willing to stay with his job, can make a living and get a home in any part of Canada, with a bigger chance of fortune in the West.
  • Let us speak of your future, Guido said as they continued down the hill. "Do you realize that these highwaymen were only the first in a series of deathtraps your enemy has set for you? Now he expects you to challenge him."
  • Edgar is looking at the corpse. "Sit you down, father; rest you. Lets see these pockets; the letters that he speaks of may be my friends! Hes dead; I am only sorry he had no other deaths-man.
  • Before he got Tooly Peak, Colby had always dreamed of being rich. They would laugh at him, the other kids. Kooky Colby they called him. When he spoke of owning a car longer than any garage, they laughed at him. When he spoke of having the whole town working for him, they laughed. When he spoke of having a house with maids and swimming pool and 3-car garage and marble stairs, they laughed at him.
  • She understood that when speaking of "trash" he referred not only to Mademoiselle Bourienne, the cause of her misery, but also to the man who had ruined his own happiness.
  • Ailleen looked into the open eyes, sightless and expressionless, and felt a twinge of pity for the lonely heart who spoke so fondly of her boy--the boy who had spoken of her to Ailleen, and said that she was ill-tempered, fretful, and worrying. She, guileless herself, had sympathized with him, never doubting that some truth existed in his words. Now she had seen the two together, had heard the abrupt manner of the son to the mother and the almost pleading gentleness of the mother to the son, and in a trice there had come a dual sense--attraction to the mother; repulsion from the son.
  • So much of the natural history of this strange animal I related to my companions at the time; but, shortly after, an incident was witnessed by Harry and myself which showed us that the porcupine, notwithstanding his bristling armour, had one enemy, at least, who could master him upon occasions. Although it occurred some months after our fishing excursion, now that we are speaking of the porcupine, I shall relate it.
  • As Buffalo Bill, in the foregoing chapter speaks of his killing Yellow Hand, the celebrated Cheyenne chief, who was greatly feared by his own people, and a terror to the whites, I will give an account of that tragic duel between a white man and two Indians, for another chief also rode down and attacked the noted scout, after his red comrade had fallen.
  • I will speak of these matters later, he said. "The first thing is to get back to the fort. The wounded voyageur needs immediate attention. My canoe is a large one and will hold us all."
  • But at the moment Jessie Norwood and her chum, Amy Drew, darted around from the broad boulevard into the narrow lane that led down to this poor hamlet, neither of the girls remembered "Dogtown," as the group of huts was locally called. The real estate men who exploited Roselawn and Bonwit Boulevard as the most aristocratic suburban section of New Melford, never spoke of Dogtown.
  • "Go," she sobbed, turning away from him to try and compose herself. Aiden left her alone, as was her want, while mentally kicking himself for the slip. He couldnt admonish himself further, however, for the situation with the locals was rapidly turning into something decidedly less than friendly. Their leader was a woman, middle-aged, but attractive despite her years, with only a few streaks of grey running through her brown hair, and her sharp blue eyes spoke of an intelligent mind behind the face.
  • The poor Indians, who have not as yet come to understand that death is a conquered foe, never like to use the word; and so, when speaking of those who have gone, they say they are "not among the living."
  • In the canoe is plenty of room for provisions and live stock. I speak of the latter because a native will often carry his wife, children, and dog inside a one-hatch baidarka while he paddles.
  • I have not lived with him since last spring. I have been with the royal household since then. And he has gone back to Beziers, to inflict more misery on our unhappy people of Languedoc. Even when I was with him, the mood was rarely on him. He has other women. Let us not speak of it. I have no choice.
  • Since the Union of South Africa profited by the whirligig of war to the extent of acquiring German South-West Africa it only remains to speak of the new map of Africa, made possible by the Great Conflict. Despite the return of Alsace-Lorraine to France one fails to see concrete evidence of Germany's defeat in Europe. Her people are still cocky and defiant. There is no mistake about her altered condition in Africa. Her flag there has gone into the discard along with the wreck of militarism. The immense territory that she acquired principally by browbeating is lost, down to the last square mile.
  • But listen. You were willing to go to Egypt to see General Bonaparte. Paris is not so far from here as Cairo. I'll present you, and, introduced by me, you may rest assured that you will be well received. You were speaking of Shakespeare just now--
  • The other occupants of the car were commissioned officers, returning to their commands upon the completion of their leave or detachment duty, and here and there faces were distinguished by the pallor which spoke of long days in the hospital.
  • "He bears the mark. We do not know about the rest, but he bears the mark. And so do you. But . . . the prophecy does not speak of you. It does speak of 'a swordsman and knight, a leader among men, who will carry an enchanted sword and bear the mark upon all his armament,'" he said.
  • He continued to ask me about my father, and spoke of his efforts to establish a girls' school, first at Brusa, then at Tchardak, and finally near Gallipoli. I told him I had often heard my father speak of these matters with my mother, but that I was too young to remember anything about my own life in Turkey.
  • Also, of course you have understood from past Words and what they teach that the All-Wise Quran speaks of the universe in order to make known the Divine Essence, attributes, and Names.
  • You heartless young rascal! You nearly killed me--not to speak of yourself! Here, she continued, throwing her arms about him, and giving him a loud smack, "take that for your punishment! Do you hear, you nearly killed me! I had a vision of your mangled form ground up between the wheels and the platform. Hold on, you can't get away from me! I have a mind to give you another!"
  • Sahil's guards, pushing the hobbling Roland and Perrin with the butts of their spears, took them through a series of large rooms with arched doorways, the walls decorated with painted Arabic letters and mosaic designs. The guards' boots clicked on gleaming floors of black, green, and white marble. Lokman, whoever he was, possessed a vast establishment, but all the furnishings in the chambers through which they passed had been removed. Perhaps he was one of those rich men the Mameluke officer had spoken of earlier who had fled the city with their goods when it was threatened. And now his palace had been taken over by the defenders, to be used as a prison.
  • The consultation thereupon took place in Lupin's presence. M. Darcieux's face was worn, with much suffering and his eyes were bright with fever. He complained particularly, that day, of his heart. After the auscultation, he questioned the doctor with obvious anxiety; and each reply seemed to give him relief. He also spoke of Jeanne and expressed his conviction that they were deceiving him and that his daughter had escaped yet more accidents. He continued perturbed, in spite of the doctor's denials. He wanted to have the police informed and inquiries set on foot.
  • At last there is a promised novelty on board. Some original Christy's Minstrels are in rehearsal, and the Theatrical Committee are looking up amateurs for a farce. Readings from Dickens are also spoken of.
  • Upon this Uncle Moses began to moralize about the corrupt morals of the Italian race, and went on to speak of tyranny, priestcraft, slavery, aristocracy, monarchy, primogeniture, brigandage, and ten thousand other things.
  • As I afterwards went through the churchyard I passed several knots of persons talking together, who were making remarks of a very different character to those I have spoken of on the sermon they had just heard. They were at no pains to lower their voices even as they saw me.
  • "A hero," Eitreen shrugged, "maybe not, but a leader trying to do what's right, yes. speaking of which, why is it you are leading your little group of friends and not Wikkid?"
  • Today they speak of freedom, democracy and anti-imperialism, whereas until recently they openly preached the doctrine of the fascist state.
  • Alas, my love! cried the prince, perhaps the very moment that I am speaking of it, my father is no more! He then acquainted her with his melancholy dream, and why that sad thought came into his head. The princess, who studied to please him in every thing, presently contrived a way to do it; and, fearing that he would take less delight in her company if he was kept from seeing his father, went that very day to her father, whom she found alone. After kissing his hand, she thus addressed herself: Sir, I have a favour to beg of your majesty, and beseech you not to deny me; but, that you may not believe I am put upon it by the prince my husband, I assure you beforehand that he knows nothing of my asking it of you; it is, that you will give me leave to go and see the king Schahzaman, my father-in-law.
  • But all is not yet over. Would that it were! There is something still to come; something they fear to reflect upon, or speak of to one another. What is to be their own fate?
  • She ran through the stories in her mind, not wanting to trust the Duke. She had heard too many stories growing up, but she came to realize that none of the stories spoke of this.
  • "Be still, someone is coming," he returned inaudibly; adding aloud, as he adjusted the skin and smoothed the rich fur as if speaking of it, "Yes, it is a very fine one, Jasper gave it to me. He spoils me, like a dear, generous-hearted fellow as he is. Ah, Octavia, what can I do for you?"
  • Job sat thoughtful, pulling at his pipe. He seemed to be cogitating some of the points in Bob's narrative, and the others kept silent, unwilling to interrupt him. At length he blew a great cloud of blue smoke toward the deck-beams above and turning to the boy, asked, "Did Daggs or any of the rest ever speak of the place where they were going?"
  • Well, there was no harm in looking. He mulled over Valentins words. When he spoke of this mysterious woman, Valentins tone had mixed wistfulness and a self-mocking bitterness. Cassius had only heard Valentin speak that way when he spoke of the time before their exile. But what noble (or otherwise) Jovani girl would have spurned the advances of 17-year-old Valentin, the handsome boy-prince of Jovan?
  • On hearing this, I began to tremble for the consequences to Mark. Though the captain didn't mention his name, I guessed that he pointed at him. I was much inclined to say who I was, and to speak of Mr Butterfield, but shame prevented me, and the captain made no inquiries on the subject.
  • "No. They are as silent now as they have been for this past score." King Numont paused and glanced back at his wife. "I will escort your mother to her rooms now. She has been down here praying since dawn, and I fear she needs her rest. We will speak of this again later, Kaymin. Besides," he continued with a tired grin, "I am sure you are most anxious to reunite with Avilla." With a nod, he moved off to collect the queen, but then suddenly halted and turned back.
  • "Would the two princes lie?—and Claudio lie, who loved her so, that, speaking of her foulness, he washed it with tears?
  • Those daring to speak of such things are still mostly considered unworthy of a serious hearing, or openly scorned.
  • "Good boy." Prompting a lashing gaze from the King. "My apologies, Liege. They are headed towards Sharia; about four days east of it in the Doren Valley. If you leave now and head straight south-east, you'll cut them off at the Scar in close to a day." She spoke of the landmark, a small patch of trees growing directly in the middle of the empty valley. "But hurry. If they make it to Sharia you may lose your chance. Even my magick will not pierce the barrier there." She flicked her tongue across his lips as she crawled off, back to the floor and set her hands on her sides, "I'll be waiting my Lord." She turned back to tell him, raising her arms and engulfing herself in flames, taking on her lighter, more mobile state. Onto the window she hopped, disappearing into the sky almost as quickly as she had come.
  • How dare you speak of honor, you who persuaded me to hold this tournament so that you could use it to cloak murder? You have made a fool of the King and a mockery of chivalry. You will be stripped of your armor and will stand until vespers on yonder platform, like any other recreant knight.
  • We spent the rest of the night planning our wedding. Being outside Alices vision was advantageous in this regard, because Jacob and I wanted a private ceremony with just the two of us in attendance. Over the following two weeks, we avoided any thoughts of the wedding around Dad, and only spoke of the event when away from the house.
  • The rest of that day mother and son ran errands then spent an hour at the park. They met a woman and her four-year-old daughter and Liam enjoyed running around with someone new. Rose and the woman, Ramona, spoke of motherhood, Ramona also with an older daughter in the second grade. Ramona had tried for third, but hadnt been able to conceive. "But I mean, that I had these two was a miracle," she smiled.
  • Her voice dropped and lingered caressingly yet with gracious reverence over these last words, as one's does in speaking of holy things.
  • Syrill snorted. "We're speaking of Fenrah's Raiders, not common thieves. Of course my soldiers will try to find them, but I'm sure they'll fail. The Raiders' mobility is their most peculiar talent."
  • If this could work, if I could call on the voodoo deities and call back someone from the grave, it would be Alex. She was the daughter of a powerful Mambo, a voodoo Sorceress who ran wild in demon territory and battled against witchcraft before the Clerics hunted her down. But Alex had been spared. The Clerics had taken her to the Priests for judgment as a child and they had declared her human, believing the spark had missed her. But I could sense something within her. A glimmer of the magics her mother could touch and manipulate. I had never taken her roots seriously the few times she had spoken of it, and all that time I'd known her, in her own way she had been asking me to believe in her.
  • Although the civil war which overthrew despotism, and planted the present line on the throne, had occurred so long before, our new friend spoke of it with as much interest as if it had but lately been concluded. Such an occurrence, indeed, was the great event in the lives of a generation.
  • Then she began to wonder at the odd coincidence of Lord Ardenbroke's advice, jesting as it was, to regard Dacre as a döppelganger and a ghost, and to exclude him from the house with that kind of horror, and the language of the letter -- "dead men who come to life had best be modest." Altogether there was in the tone in which Lord Ardenbroke had spoken of him to-day, a change which chilled her.
  • On the stage, Principal Baldwin speaks of the rewards of hard work, waves a hand at Lisa and James as they stand beside himthe brightest of the primary and high schools respectively, according to a test the Mainland forced them all to takeand says they have done Archi proud. James feels hot sweat roll down his neck as he watches the back row of the hall, where the older kids sit. Will nods to him.
  • And so it was that a rather cruel and wicked man, who had once been a cloud porpoise knew how to access their realm, who was named Gjorthondolad, for that meant "evil enemy of the porpoises", descried the crepuscular rays, and spoke of the wonders to be found in the sky, and the people,being wretched and weary, were prone to believe the words of wicked men because they could ease their suffering. And so it was that a few men, soon to be followed by the remnants of civilization, ascended Doctor Oliver Calipherneus Jacob's ladder, and viewed for themselves the realm of the cloud porpoises.
  • The past which Bol spoke of now exerted its force upon Jon. The memories came crashing down upon the prince. An image of Sanctum's outline pierced his mind. It once held the sphere, but now it served as a tomb for his dead brother. It seemed, however, that Sanctum's toll had not yet been fully collected, and it now threatened to take Bol from Jon as well.
  • 'Wait, Ned said, as the marine moved toward the door, "I would like to ask a question. Would you know this lad you speak of if you should see him again?"
  • While we stared at him, Gideon North, Arnold, and I, literally doubting what our eyes told us was the plain truth, Matterson said lightly, as if he were speaking of a sick and fretful child, "Let him have it, Neil. I hate scenes. Keep only Pedro."
  • Why, it is not altogether impossible he might have had, for he made me promise several times never to speak of that letter to any one, assuring me he so advised me for my own interest; and, more than this, he insisted on my taking a solemn oath never to utter the name mentioned in the address.
  • Jack was startled for a moment. The bland, good-humored face of his German acquaintance had suddenly changed. His white teeth showed through his mushtaches, and his beard seemed to wave and curl as he spoke of the police. For one moment Jack thought of Deacon Abram and Mrs. McNamara, of the dark room and the ropes and the window.
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