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s. genç, küçük;
taze;
çocuk olan, yavru;

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  • The captain had now saddled his newly acquired steed, and his foot was in the stirrup, when the affectionate patriarch again stepped forward, and presented to him a young Pierced-nose, who had a peculiarly sulky look. "This," said the venerable chief, "is my son: he is very good; a great horseman--he always took care of this very fine horse--he brought him up from a colt, and made him what he is.--He is very fond of this fine horse--he loves him like a brother-- his heart will be very heavy when this fine horse leaves the camp."
  • That was absolutely true. He could have added they were younger, fitter and, apart from a handgun each, had very little extra weight to slow them down.
  • Mirra was in more danger now than ever. If the wards were so weak that demons could rise and take human form, they could trick her too. She must contact her soon and explain everything, so she would know what to do. While she stayed close to Bane it was impossible, however, and if she strayed from him, she was in peril. Sighing, Ellese tucked the flower into her bodice and watched two young acolytes digging up weeds in a flowerbed. The abbey was safe, for now, but if the Black Lord rose, nothing would be.
  • A week or two later--January 20, 1823, to be precise--there walked into the quarters of the second battalion a young officer. His face was white and drawn, his eyes were sunken; he looked so pitifully weak and ill that at first I failed to recognize him.
  • Seeing Antonio smile slightly, the young man goes on. "Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time: some that will evermore peep through their eyes and laugh like parrots at a bag-piper; and others of such vinegar aspect that theyll not show their teeth in way of smile though Nestor swear the jest be laughable!"
  • The young lawyer nodded his agreement and looked at his watch under the table, while Bembe massaged his head. One of a team of lawyers arranged and paid for by parties unknown for which in return Bembe maintained omissions in his testimony. He acknowledged his relationship with the mining companies, he had had to. But only insofar as it was a legitimate commercial transaction between the government and an outside contractor. Commissions, protections fees, militia taxes, and bribes were not acknowledged. These could create problems as foreign corrupt practices and Bembe was insistent that the business had been legitimate and for the benefit of the people.
  • "No need," Mother Peg snapped. "I have company." She turned to indicate the tall young man behind her. "Meet Father Mallory's new co-Healer."
  • Oliver crouches and rubs the young mans slender hands vigorously. "Many will swoon when they do look on blood," he tells the sister kindly.
  • Lord Henry elevated his eyebrows and looked at him in amazement through the thin blue wreaths of smoke that curled up in such fanciful whorls from his heavy, opium-tainted cigarette. "Not send it anywhere? My dear fellow, why? Have you any reason? What odd chaps you painters are! You do anything in the world to gain a reputation. As soon as you have one, you seem to want to throw it away. It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. A portrait like this would set you far above all the young men in England, and make the old men quite jealous, if old men are ever capable of any emotion."
  • "That would be the one in the Runebox I take it," said Redthorne. "The one our young zombie friend stuck to the Golem."
  • The young nobleman sits up and opens his eyesand the potent essence takes effect. "And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake!" he cries. "Transparent Helena!—Nature shows art that through thy bosom makes me seek thy heart!"
  • A middle-aged man, whose hair had begun to turn gray, courted two women at the same time. One of them was young, and the other well advanced in years. The elder woman, ashamed to be courted by a man younger than herself, made a point, whenever her admirer visited her, to pull out some portion of his black hairs. The younger, on the contrary, not wishing to become the wife of an old man, was equally zealous in removing every gray hair she could find. Thus it came to pass that between them both he very soon found that he had not a hair left on his head.
  • This must be serious, Watson. A death which has caused my brother to alter his habits can be no ordinary one. What in the world can he have to do with it? The case was featureless as I remember it. The young man had apparently fallen out of the train and killed himself. He had not been robbed, and there was no particular reason to suspect violence. Is that not so?
  • Finally the mightiest blue stepped forward. His upper half faintly resembled a young human man, lean, perhaps a swimmer. What he said would not be understood by any mortal, but what he meant was this:
  • She showed the young man, one of the castles garrison soldiers, the pin and repeated the question shed asked her servant. He answered immediately that he had found it on the ground.
  • "English, actually," said Baibars with a smile when Roland translated this. "It was his good fortune to be taken as my slave after the battle of Gaza. He was young enough to absorb the teachings of the Prophet, and now he is entirely one of us."
  • "Indeed, son. But there is much to consider, such as why these supplies are being taken in the first place. Zane Rivenor is a young king, but in the three years since his crowning, he has never before shown us the slightest amount of hostility, and has complied with all the import and export laws that his father and I devised during our shared years of reign."
  • "How can you be so sure?" Vesta looked into the wise old woman's eyes and saw in them years of experience, heartache, sorrow, happiness, and life. She bowed her head to her beloved great grandmother just as a knock sounded at the door. Both women turned in time to see MacDara come bursting through. Catriona gave a knowing look to him as he came closer to them. Before he could say anything she was already speaking. "And so the past repeats itself with a twist of circumstance." She looked upon the confusion written all over her granddaughter's face then back to Mac. "I know what you have done, more importantly I know who you really are MacDara, son of the Oak. You may fool the young ones, but a true wise woman knows when she sees one of the Fae in her midst. Love's will shall be done, and I will not step in the way, she is yours to love, but also yours to protect. Should any harm come to her you shall feel my wrath for eternity."
  • In another minute both girls were prisoners. Each was dragged from her saddle and lifted to that of her captor; their two horses were handed to some young Indians who rode in the rear, and then they found themselves being whirled away in the direction of the Parana River, which lay some hundred and seventy miles distant. The cavalcade made no halt till long after dark, when it arrived at a tolderia or native encampment. Here the girls were handed over to the womenfolk, who, after robbing them of all their finery, took them to separate tents and told them what would be their future duties.
  • The porch was shady and cool when they emerged from the feast room and Arthur Weldon, as host, proposed they sit on the benches with their coffee and cigars and have a social chat. But both Runyon and Hahn protested this delay. They suggested, instead, that all ride back to El Cajon and play with the baby, and so earnest were they in this desire that the proud young father and mother had not the grace to refuse.
  • The young man laughed, taking another drag. "Oh shit, summers colder than winter. But uh," a smile beamed. "Youre not from here are you?"
  • The roan danced under Levoreth, drunk on sunlight and fresh air and the prospect of a lengthy and leisurely outing. Levoreth patted its neck and brooded on Declan Farrow and Farrows in general. Odds were, Declan Farrow was still alive, for the incident that had resulted in his disappearance had happened only fourteen years ago. He would still be a young man. At least, young by her standards, and Levoreth smiled to herself.
  • The whole family were troubled at the appearance of this dull red ray from the chamber in the Bell Tower. Nobody knew what to make of it. But Laurence, who had campaigned in Italy with his old master, the young ladies' grandfather--"the heavens be his bed this night!"--was resolved to see it out, and took his great horse-pistols with him, and ascended to the corridor leading to the tower. But his search was vain.
  • A Bull was striving with all his might to squeeze himself through a narrow passage which led to his stall. A young Calf came up, and offered to go before and show him the way by which he could manage to pass. "Save yourself the trouble," said the Bull; "I knew that way long before you were born."
  • But that was one thing; and the wild extravagance of the story was another. There must be, of course, an explanation for these phenomena other than a supernatural one. Such things do not happen except in medieval romance and tales of sorcery and doom. And of all regions on earth Brittany swarms with such tales and superstitions. He knew it. And this young girl was Bretonne after all, however educated, however accomplished, however honest and modern and sincere. And he began to comprehend that the germs of superstition and credulity were in the blood of every Breton ever born.
  • I thank you, Captain Ringgold, for all the kind words you have spoken, and I am rejoiced to be informed on such authority as you are that I have done my duty faithfully, replied the young commander.
  • As the fire flickered up its light fell on the face of the girl, pale and drawn with pain. The young man looked at her helplessly, and then ventured, "You are suffering, Miss Vane. I wonder if you would let me be surgeon?"
  • The boy shook his head. "No. I havent," he began, then stopped. Could he be so certain? What about the shape hed once seen in Mark Lemmons back garden - the very same Mark Lemmon whose little brother professed friendship with an oddly contoured being named 'Mr. Gloamy’? What about young Stacey Wilds, and the hound he sometimes saw her with - even though her parents maintained that she never even owned a dog? And how many times, he wondered, had he actually glimpsed an atulphi - which, as Lilac had proven, could appear as entirely human - only to dismiss it as just another person? They were troubling thoughts; the kind of thoughts more suited to an adult who has seen his world-view smashed, and they made Benjamin feel uncomfortable. It all seemed too close to madness for his liking.
  • Diamond clad dinner, she clicked, and on her feet went straight for the prize. Tall young man, looked army, like a fighter, with a tattoo on his neck that practically declared himself food. She, a scrawny little thing, all pale and black, sporting that retro Goth thing those days, even with a sapphire stud pierced through her cheek, worked her way towards him. He, big man, heaving that duffel bag over his shoulder like he really was going off to war that very minute, was looking above the crowd. From his height it was like a sea of evening hairdos all coming undone. Lord of all he did survey.
  • "Him? His name's Varden. He and my parents knew each other very well. I grew up with their son, Alistro." Lanyan directed his gaze to a much younger elf with the same colored hair.
  • Prince Philip was outraged. He was the King-in-waiting and he deserved to be the first person to be consulted, not his brother. To add insult to the injury, he would now have to track down his younger brother and receive the information second hand.
  • He swore aloud, then headed for home, still without anything that approached a viable excuse. The truth, perhaps. He fell and hit his head and spent the night within the house of a local neighbour, one that conveniently was without a phone. As if there was anyone that didn't have a phone. It was also unfortunately a neighbour that Joanne never knew existed, and a house that was filled with only girls and young women and no men. Though the bump and grazed scalp remained, Jorden doubted the story would hold up very well.
  • Mrs. Helen Hahn, when the three automobiles drew up before her young husband's handsome residence, promptly agreed to join Rudolph in a visit to the baby. She proved to be a retiring and rather shy young woman, but she was very beautiful and her personality was most attractive. Both Patsy and Beth were delighted to find that Louise had so charming a neighbor, of nearly her own age.
  • Had he remained an active assassin, he would not have achieved such a great age. Kai had retired in his late twenties, and now earned his living teaching young assassins for a share of their profits once they earned their tattoos. He was also an elder in the assassin's guild, which gave him the power to aid in their decisions and partake in the rituals, such as judging young assassins striving to attain their mark. Older retired assassins ranked above him, but in this instance, he was the guild's spokesman, as Blade's erstwhile tutor.
  • There was a vein of seriousness in this reverie which amused the young lady; for she had never heard anything worse of him--very young ladies seldom do hear the worst--than that he had played once or twice rather high.
  • What a trump that young fellow McLean seems to be, doctor, said Mr. Holmes, reflectively, late that night as the two men were smoking a final cigar together.
  • I forget that you are not of Pellucidar, said Dian, with a look of pity mixed with contempt, and the contempt seemed to be laid on a little thicker than the circumstance warranted--as though to make quite certain that I shouldn't overlook it. "You see," she continued, "a younger brother may not take a mate until all his older brothers have done so, unless the older brother waives his prerogative, which Jubal would not do, knowing that as long as he kept them single they would be all the keener in aiding him to secure a mate."
  • Skyes words were rushed; she couldnt wait to plant the rutabaga! They were going to put it near the fence and maybe in spring they would add some corn, which Skye did like, and peas. She liked corn, peas, and carrots, but Summer couldnt imagine the circumstances Forest would need to employ to get Skye to try three bean salad. Not even Dan would be able to force that issue on Summers youngest daughter.
  • Did that husband and wife hit the sheets as soon as the kids were asleep? Michael didnt think so, both too old. If theyd been younger, he wouldnt have stopped, but Gray would be forty next year, Rose easing into her late thirties. Beautifully, Michael had to sigh, stepping from his car, shutting the door with more force than he realized. The loud slam lifted a few blinds and Michael smiled, finding eyes peering into the darkness.
  • The photograph Arette had kept in the book came back to Anna's mind. She had thought it a photograph of Gaspard Benoit. But she hadn't accounted for the simple issue of time. The photograph was at least twenty-four years old, and Gaspard would have been a child. It wasn't a picture of the son, but of the father, of the man that Arette had secretly loved, a younger Sebastien. "Sebastien was my mother's lover."
  • He's both, I replied--"slow as the one and gay as the other. But we've got him, and we'll see that he does not defraud young Clifton of a single minute of the holiday he's waiting for--ay, and well deserves."
  • All of which is merely by way of stating that Miss Estella Benton was a young woman who had grown up quite complacently in that station of life in which--to quote the Philistines--it had pleased God to place her, and that Chance had somehow, to her astonished dismay, contrived to thrust a spoke in the smooth-rolling wheels of destiny. Or was it Destiny? She had begun to think about that, to wonder if a lot that she had taken for granted as an ordered state of things was not, after all, wholly dependent upon Chance. She had danced and sung and played lightheartedly accepting a certain standard of living, a certain position in a certain set, a pleasantly ordered home life, as her birthright, a natural heritage. She had dwelt upon her ultimate destiny in her secret thoughts as foreshadowed by that of other girls she knew. The Prince would come, to put it in a nutshell. He would woo gracefully. They would wed. They would be delightfully happy. Except for the matter of being married, things would move along the same pleasant channels.
  • And she also remembered how she had felt on those occasions; how she would come home feeling weary and saddened and her governess would hold her while she cried copious tears into her apron. Evelyn would always ask her why so many little children had to die and she would answer that only God knew how to answer that. And then Evelyn would ask her why didnt she, herself, and Elizabeth become sick, and Louise would always answer that they came from good, strong stock. But Evelyn wondered about this because if that were true then why had their mother died at such a young age? But Louise had an answer for that question too; she would always look into Evelyns eyes and say, ‘your mother loved your father so much that she didnt heed the dreams.’
  • Outside the castle, Leon's horse has already been prepared, packed with provisions. As he mounts, a young woman with beautiful blue eyes runs from the castle directly to him.
  • Poof, the pumpkin transformed into an elegant coach, one suitable for carrying a beautiful young woman to a fancy ball at a palace.
  • The lunging soldier flew through the spray of the boys young blood and his shoulder crunched against Esmereldas body.
  • Edric considered the truth of this. He felt sorry for the young stable-hand, keeper of his fathers horses. God had not been kind to the youth when creating his appearance. He was simply ugly, with crooked eyes and jutting teeth, and a large birthmark on one side of his face. Leofreds resolution to dance with a willing maiden was much more outlandish than Edrics desire to punch someone. He didnt want to say as much to his friend, but he also didnt want to wait to punch Osbern until Leofred found a dancing partner. He could be waiting forever.
  • They stole forward, two shadows in the deeper shadow, the dry snow rustling like paper under their feet. From some far point came the faint cry of a sentinel, announcing to a sleepy world that all was well, and after that the silence hung heavily as ever over the city. The cold was not unpleasant to either of them, muffled as they were in heavy clothing, for it imparted briskness and vigour to their strong young bodies, and they went on at a swift pace through the densest part of the city, into the thinning suburbs and then toward the fields and open spaces which lay on the nearer side of the earthworks. Not a human being did they see not a dog barked at them as they passed, scarcely a light showed in a window; all around them the city lay in a lethargy beneath its icy covering.
  • "You have no idea." Luckily, she didnt press this subject further. I was in no mood to talk about that. Two different guards brought lunch. They were younger than the first two and not near as confident. They watched me the entire time, seemingly afraid. They quickly handed out the porridge-like stuff and left. I was relieved.
  • In 1964, Grote platooned with Bateman behind the plate, however, the Colts also experimented with young catchers Dave Adlesh and John Hoffman as well, as neither Grote nor Bateman hit for a very high average that season (.181 and .190, respectively). Grote was the Colts' catcher on April 23, when Ken Johnson became the first pitcher in major league history to lose a complete game no-hitter in nine innings.
  • Other people began to board. Some of the passengers had a fair amount of children with them and Tressa was delighted to see so many her own age. She reached back and tried to get the childrens attention that were sitting two rows behind them. Some of the younger girls would giggle at her efforts, but were quickly hushed by their mother or an older sibling. Before long, they were all folding their arms over their chest, sitting silently.
  • "Thank you, Ileana." Jessamine let her go and signaled the young man to join her on her garden bench. He obeyed, looking both hopeful and adoring. Just like Aster.
  • The words cut through the younger man's pizza-induced euphoria. Just what was Chuck doing on the streets? He still had hopes, and he trembled as he thought of himself at Rubby's age, living alone in the alleys and parking lots of Los Angeles. He kept moodily quiet until they reached the park.
  • Carruthers lost major points with the driver as he bitched and fretted about paint and body damage. The young tow man calmly listened to Todd's instructions as he raised the car with the hook. The driver's precision and accuracy went unnoticed.
  • "Or keep it as a cistern," he growls, his anger growing, "for foul toads to knot and gender in! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipped cherub,"—the placid garden statue—"and, there look grim as hell!"
  • The most excellent and illustrious lord the grand vizier is come in person to seek for his dear brother, from whom he was separated about a year ago; he is young and handsomely made. If any person has him in keeping, or knows where he is, his excellency commands that they bring him forth, or give notice where he shall find him, promising a great reward to the person who shall do so. If any one conceal him, and be found out, his excellency declares that he or they shall be punished with death, together with his or their children, and all who belong to the family, and his or their house or houses razed to the ground.
  • "I won't. Thank you, Grahamas." He clutched the two velvet bags as a young child would with a new toy, smiling one last time before turning and rushing off to wake Merial.
  • ''You have nothing to declare, that we know." He said in a soft voice. ''You are involved in a crime much more serious than that. I pity on you, young man. You shouldn't have done such a foolish thing."
  • On October 20, 1911, the Liberty left New York with J. P., his youngest son, Herbert, and the usual staff. We headed south, with nothing settled as to our plans except that we might spend some time at Mr. Pulitzer's house on Jekyll Island, Ga., and might pass part of the winter cruising in the West Indies.
  • Mrs. Beckerman was holding two small rectangular boxes in her hands. "Thank you so much Mrs. Beckerman, if I can sell five more boxes of cookies, I could win a brand new bicycle. It has real neat pink streamers on the handlebars." The young girl announced excitedly to the woman in the flat down the hall, she must have purchased some of her cookies. The older woman smiled warmly at the young girl. "Now Trisha Marie, you know we have to meet your father soon, we will go out again selling tomorrow honey."
  • I was then mounted behind a trooper, and we rode on into the suburbs of Munich. Here we came across a stray carriage into which I was lifted, and it was driven off to the Quatre Saisons - the young officer accompanying me, whilst a trooper followed with his horse, and the others rode off to their barracks.
  • Confusion now toppled over on the young woman's face. "Fluttery? Gort..." She looked over at him, then to Lanyan to get verification.
  • After a few hours of venting, Tamas acquiesced and declared peace.A cheer went up from his people.A tentative trade agreement was again worked out and the two kingdoms were again at peace.So ended the Rommel-Kitarssis war, or as some called it, The young Tyrant War. Twelve peaceful years had passed before the day Lazerek and Gidas made their way into the city.
  • Their surgical operations ended, the two sought some place where they might rest, and learn from each other the causes of the captivity that brought about such an unexpected meeting. They seemed to be unguarded and left entirely to their own devices, but the moment they attempted to go beyond the noisy limits of the camp they were confronted by a rifle-bearing young warrior who sternly motioned them back. Being thus repulsed several times, they were finally compelled to sit under a tree, well within the confines of the camp and in view of all its busy occupants. Here Christie learned of Donald's adventures since their midnight parting, and, while applauding his bravery, chided him for engaging in so dangerous an undertaking.
  • What if my young aide here, Mr. Trist, should tell you that he has seen your husband some hundreds of miles away and in conference with a lady supposed to be somewhat friendly towards
  • In the first place the marriage was not a brilliant one as regards birth, wealth, or rank. Secondly, Prince Andrew was no longer as young as he had been and his health was poor (the old man laid special stress on this), while she was very young. Thirdly, he had a son whom it would be a pity to entrust to a chit of a girl. "Fourthly and finally," the father said, looking ironically at his son, "I beg you to put it off for a year: go abroad, take a cure, look out as you wanted to for a German tutor for Prince Nicholas. Then if your love or passion or obstinacy--as you please--is still as great, marry! And that's my last word on it. Mind, the last..." concluded the prince, in a tone which showed that nothing would make him alter his decision.
  • There's only one way to stop me, Tudor went on. "I can't insult you directly, I know. You are too easygoing, or cowardly, or both, for that. But I can narrate for you the talk of the beach ah, that grinds you, doesn't it? I can tell you what the beach has to say about you and this young girl running a plantation under a business partnership."
  • Now the "Arms of Amsterdam" was a more powerful vessel than the "Endraght", mounting four guns, so we had little doubt but that we would be able to render valuable assistance to the young king in the defence of his country, and having pledged ourselves to support him we returned to our ship, well pleased with our adventure.
  • Marthes frightened eyes searched each person in the cubicle, begging them to do something, beseeching her siblings, even the youngest ones. She remained a conduit between her brother and mother, but nothing changed, no one came to her aid. Frank didnt move, didnt breathe, and Marthe fell to her knees, still clutching his hand, sobbing his name.
  • The road she walked on was used by the estuarys rangers and frequented by many seeking the solitude of a quiet hike away from zooming cars and choking fumes. Many biked to its end at the mouth of the Tijuana River; many others came armed with binoculars and cameras, as the Tijuana Estuary was full of thousands of species of birds and insects and reptiles, many endangered. Maggie remembered seeing a red-tailed hawk winging low over the scrub in search of easy prey here last summerand being chased away in short order by half a dozen angry crows. A mothers urge to protect her young was very powerful, she thought. She remembered her admiration for the crowscourage, her smile fading somewhat. Something in that thought disturbed her, but she couldnt pinpoint why. She brought her attention back to the dirt road, and thats when she saw him.
  • Mrs. Gordon, she said, "Mr. Mayhew has invited me to walk down to the camp of the battalion, and, as I haven't been outside the limits of the post since we came, I should like to go. They are to have inspection in 'field kits' in half an hour. Don't you want to come with the girls? He says there are half a dozen young gentlemen down there who are eager to see them----"
  • When Kija and Fenj returned, Kija went immediately to remove the young Dragons from the great hall, and took them to the quiet of the guest pavilion. She told them what she and Fenj had decided. She calmed them enough that Farns appetite returned, to the point where he suggested they hunt.
  • For the first time since I'd found out about Alec's secret, Rachel was looking uncertain. She was suddenly the old Rachel I knew from school instead of the confident young woman who'd helped face down three terrifying shape shifters intent on sending me back to Brandon.
  • Nellise strolled along with Pacian, the two of them appearing to have reopened talks, which was another good sign for their future involvement. The young cleric wore her white hood up over her head instead of her new helmet, and her gleaming new armour was partially concealed by a white cloak that Pacian had the foresight to purchase the previous day. He'd bought five such cloaks, one for each of them to wear as a kind of snow camouflage, one of the few advantages they'd have when they arrived at the Akoran high plains.
  • "Legend holds the Great One sends only when the need arises. In this, we must hold. You must train, for the time will come when you will have to fight. It is your destiny," he explained. "Although, Kela, I have never known one to be female. I don't know how you will do such upon the ground, but then again I have never heard of one with your strength at such a young age."
  • "And she will take Maida with her? It's about time that young woman was given a proper apprenticeship as a Healer." Melisande, Imelda and Ev looked at each other. None of them knew. "Ah well," Tess said, "I will find out. I am now very anxious to travel to the School myself, see a Little Dragon with my own eyes before I die." Marle glanced at the door and her hand on Mother Tess's tightened for a moment before she let go and reached out for a steaming cup of tea Ev handed to her. Tess glanced at the door as well. "You're right," she said, as if Marle had spoken. "I guess we shouldn't be saying it aloud. Anyone could be listening at the door."
  • The young men left the coat-room and came down the short flight of steps that leads to the wide lounge of the restaurant. Ford slightly in advance, searching with his eyes for Mrs Ashton, found her seated alone in the lounge, evidently waiting for him. At the first glance she was hardly be recognized. Her low-cut dinner gown of black satin that clung to her like a wet bath robe was the last word of the new fashion; and since Ford had seen her her blond hair had been arranged by an artist. Her appearance was smart, elegant, daring. She was easily the prettiest and most striking-looking woman in the room, and for an instant Ford stood gazing at her, trying to find in the self-possessed young woman the deserted wife of the steamer. She did not see Ford. Her eyes were following the progress down the hall of a woman, and her profile was toward him.
  • One reason why coffee cultivation is so popular in Brazil is because of the general belief that no trouble is required to look after the trees--a very mistaken notion indeed. There is a marked difference between plantations carefully looked after and those that are not. More than usual care must be taken to select the seed for new plantations. The young plants must get strong in a nursery and then be transplanted into proper soil, the prudent distance between trees being generally from 9 to 12 ft. For the convenience of collecting the beans and keeping the soil clean, a perfect alignment in all directions is necessary. The most suitable month for planting coffee in Brazil, according to the authority of Dr. Dafert, is the month of July.
  • Ere she left the village, she obtained a pledge from the warriors of that band that his life should not again be endangered at their hands, and that in the future he should be well treated. Then, promising to see him again when they should come back that way, Edith bade the young soldier farewell and returned to the lodge that was now her home. From that moment she was conscious of a change in her feelings, and of a longing for the life of her own people which was already beginning to seem strange and remote.
  • I guess there was only one o' that tippin' kind, young said, at last, "an' he sort o' flocked by himself. Let's get out of here, anyway. If this ever was the Aztec bank that we're lookin' for, there must have been a prehistoric run on it that cleaned it out. They must have done that sort o' thing in old times, eh, Professor? But it don't make much difference to us now what they did or what they didn't; an' we'd better fill up with water an' get out--that is, if there is any way of gettin' out except along the way we came. There's no good in goin' back that way. It would be better t' settle down here an' starve comfortably without wearin' out shoe-leather doin' it. But I don't mean t' do that until I've had a look all around th' top of this god-forsaken mountain, an' made sure that there's only one way down."
  • They have traveled fast, she disguised as a freeholders young wife. But now she is surprised to see that the servant is perturbed. "What is in thy mind, that makes thee stare thus?" she asks. "Wherefore breaks that sigh from the inward of thee? One but painted thus would be interpreted a thing perplexed beyond self-explication! Put thyself into a havior of less fear, ere wildness vanquish my staider senses!"
  • That's telling the young whippersnapper, said Giseppe Macklino approvingly. "Kids today have it too soft. In my day, we had to sack a barbarian fortification before we were allowed dinner. And dinner was a wee bit o' dried rutabaga, with worms in it, if we were lucky."
  • It sounded like the deficient young man was having a conversation with somebody. No, that was Erwan. Erwan was saying: ‘What do you want?’ Such an angry tone.
  • Disappointment reigned, but there was still hope. If Pasqual could recover quickly and preserve a tie heading into the bottom of the ninth, the Busters could win the game with a single run. But confronted with the biggest challenge of his young career, the pitcher met with disaster. On the very next pitch, a three-run homer reduced the crowd to stunned silence.
  • But not for all. This hospital and Franks demise both stood in distinction, silently separating a family. Yet after initial conversation, those younger Souzas entered the realm; Chriss wife Abigail was pregnant again, their adopted eldest daughter brokering fertility for her parents. The older siblings laughed; wasnt that sometimes the way?
  • Tammi, the young woman who served the poet, was the best of the trio of factors at the place. She was about twenty, he guessed, and blonde. There were lots of blondes in Waterloo county and the surrounding areas, not only because so many of the original settlers had been blonde, but because that set a standard of some sort, and there was a higher incidence of young women going blonde than in other parts of Ontario, where red had been the thing for a couple of years and was on its way out. Poe liked blondes, so he was happy.
  • Daniel threw some more gasoline on the fire when he turned to Drew, "But they already got three good hours of sleep and were about to put them to bed for the rest of the night," in true braggart form of the younger generation.
  • They questioned the man in a language strange to the child. It was not English, for he had a smattering of that, and the man's story seemed to amuse them. The two young ladies exchanged a glance, and smiled mysteriously. He was more convinced than ever that he was among the good people. The younger stepped gaily forward and said----
  • The sheriff stared at the pair of them. "Yeah, I guess we can do that, although I don't think it's going to be necessary. Debou has a regular pharmacy of illegal drugs inside hidden in the crawlspace. Unless this young lady has a shotgun or a criminal history, it's not going to be an issue."
  • A few of our young lingered behind, convinced of loyalty to those who were our captors. Many of their guardians journeyed with us, conceiving that they most go forth if they and those whom we would leave our legacies to were to have a just chance at liberation. Some made choices to settle in tyranny, unwilling to bear the severing of connections with those who had turned against us. This cause made for them to oppose us; and they too, then - by default - became our adversaries.
  • Things got out of control because of the involvement of external actors, leading to a military coup. But the winning party was neither the left-wingers nor the right-wingers. Hundreds of young people from both sides died; the military coup in the aftermath of these clashes negatively affected the country, causing economic collapse.
  • These ones continued, marching beyond the city to a place where there was no war. They hid the pieces of The Stone together behind a mountain in the wooded areas, all pledging a vow to secrecy; to tell none of the others than those which had been there. This was their mission; that those who were not young may no more fight and that their quarrels not become untamed.
  • Once outside, Graham walked his horse to the barn and knocked. A young man pushed the door open, looking out and smiling brightly. "Good evening Sir. May I have your ticket?" Grahamas nodded and handed it over. The attendant looked at it briefly, then held his palm open for the reigns prompting the Champion to pass them. 'Thank you Sir, he'll be well taken care of."
  • The day of the wedding had dawned bright and clear, snapping with winter crispness. An auspicious day but for the aching heads and queasy stomachs with which the young men of Rhuddlan awakened. Delamere felt particularly awful and hung well in the rear of the throng which gathered in the chapel to hear the betrothed couple exchange vows. After only a short while, he slipped outside, throat parched, in search of cold water. Servants were hurrying back and forth across the ward and into the hall to prepare for the feast. Garlands of pine branches and cones had been strung along the walls. Near the kitchens, smoke rose in a steady stream from the roasting meat in the cooking pits. The perfume of the pine and the smell of the burning meat reacted violently in Delameres stomach and he stumbled dizzily in the direction of the well.
  • Laura said little, cracking her knuckles all day. Either she was bending her hands outwards or gripping a mug of coffee, endless cups that Marthe also downed, all but Trish sipping that black liquid. The older teens, Susan and Joey, flanked their mother, younger twin brothers Marc and Adam sitting in chairs in the hallway. Marthe hadnt met Trishs youngest, her child with Fred. Only three and a half, James was with a sitter.
  • The dishwashers name was Rose, a middle aged person bird who came in twice a week (Tuesdays and Fridays) to do things such as dishes and cleaning as Louie required. Roses partner had apparently run off with a younger person bird so Rose was only too glad of the work.
  • He nodded, wondering if she was looking at him or watching the stars vanish over the horizon. "Yes, those. You see, generations ago when man could use magic without an artifact, there was a young mage. He was in love with this beautiful young lass…"
  • MacDunhill had no evil intentions. He didn't even use his programs. He was a shy, pimply young man who still smelled of his mother's bath salts, who still wore the same red wool sweaters his grandmother gave him every Christmas. He was perpetually in a bit of a sweat, even though his stress levels on Rolanda's tran-fi measured lower than a sleeping possum. He lived in a virtual world of infinite ifs and else-ifs, and would usually look right past the person talking to him as if they had pointed at something interesting off to one side. When he spoke it was with polite hesitation, as if he expected to be always interrupting someone far more interesting than himself. He saw Willis as a sort of God, a man who had been everywhere and done everything and washed his hands and started all over again from scratch. He jumped at the chance to do any favor Willis asked of him.
  • Although the crew of the slaver had taken away and thrown overboard one or two Bibles and some other small books, which had been found in the girdles of the captives, they were very far from being deprived of all spiritual comfort, for they could nearly all repeat large portions of the Scripture by heart, many of them entire chapters. They would happily pass many hours of each day repeating these to each other, singing hymns, and offering up prayers. Two or three among them, who were elders of their respective churches, also occasionally addressed and exhorted the rest; indeed, it was a pity that their language was not understood by the white men, who might undoubtedly have learned many an important truth from them. Mr Manners, who was, as has been said, a very sincere Christian, took great interest in their proceedings, and got the young native who spoke English, and who was called Marco, to explain what was said. Ben frequently stood by and listened, and then began to pick up a knowledge of the language.
  • Torrie, however, did not yet meet the conditions for a Challenge. He would have to marry and have a son of his own. He was moving in this direction, and the Warrior God knew, it was time to be thinking about a wife for him. Unfortunately his eye had come to rest on a young woman whose hand in marriage would be another kind of challenge for his father. He wanted to marry into the Rodolphs, the house his father should have married into, if he had been more attentive to power and less to love in his youth. He wanted to marry his father's mistress. Did he know the King was bedding the beautiful, young Thalassa Rodolph? It had not been more than a few months. Was it that obvious? Did Torrie already have his own spy network? Surely nothing like that could get by the ever-watchful Ermin, unless, of course, Ermin shifted his loyalty from father to son. That would make a quick end to the rule of King Anglewart of the Eastlands.
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