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... arm . " Bernenstein : but he will keep his back towards us . " Your discipline is still good , then , Colonel ? " " Pretty well for these days , Your Majesty , " grunted Sapt , as he reached the level of the bridge . Having crossed ...
... arm . " Bernenstein : but he will keep his back towards us . " Your discipline is still good , then , Colonel ? " " Pretty well for these days , Your Majesty , " grunted Sapt , as he reached the level of the bridge . Having crossed ...
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... passing his arm through the Count's , walked him rapidly into the Castle . The Count of Luzau - Rischenheim was a young man ; he was no more versed in affairs of this kind than Bern- enstein , and 58 THE PALL MALL MAGAZINE .
... passing his arm through the Count's , walked him rapidly into the Castle . The Count of Luzau - Rischenheim was a young man ; he was no more versed in affairs of this kind than Bern- enstein , and 58 THE PALL MALL MAGAZINE .
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... arm - chair ; the King wore a suit of brown tweeds ( none the better for being crushed into a bundle the night before ) ; his face was in deep shadow , but Rischenheim perceived that the beard was indeed gone . The King held out his ...
... arm - chair ; the King wore a suit of brown tweeds ( none the better for being crushed into a bundle the night before ) ; his face was in deep shadow , but Rischenheim perceived that the beard was indeed gone . The King held out his ...
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... arm was stretched out from behind the curtain , holding another barrel full before his eyes , while a dry voice said , " You'd best take it quietly . " Then Sapt stepped out . Rischenheim had no words to meet the sudden transformation ...
... arm was stretched out from behind the curtain , holding another barrel full before his eyes , while a dry voice said , " You'd best take it quietly . " Then Sapt stepped out . Rischenheim had no words to meet the sudden transformation ...
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... arms dangling by his side and his waistcoat half unbuttoned . Young Bernenstein was bowing low on the threshold , and protesting that the King's servant had but just gone , and that they were on the point of waiting on His Majesty ...
... arms dangling by his side and his waistcoat half unbuttoned . Young Bernenstein was bowing low on the threshold , and protesting that the King's servant had but just gone , and that they were on the point of waiting on His Majesty ...
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Сторінка 143 - And babes, sweet-smiling babes, our bed. How should I love the pretty creatures, While round my knees they fondly clung! To see them look their mother's features, To hear them lisp their mother's tongue! And when with envy time transported Shall think to rob us of our joys, You'll in your girls again be courted, And I'll go wooing in my boys.
Сторінка 243 - in the full tide of happiness" for Nelson to destroy five thousand five hundred and twenty-five of his fellow-creatures, and have his own scalp torn open by a piece of langridge shot. Hear him again at Copenhagen: "A shot through the mainmast knocked the splinters about; and he observed to one of his officers with a smile, ' It is warm work, and this may be the last to any of us at any moment'; and then, stopping short at the gangway, added, with emotion, 'But, mark you — I would not be elsewhere...
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Сторінка 427 - Where flat-bough'd beech do grow: Below the beeches' bough, my love, Where you did never come, An' I don't look to meet ye now, As I do look at hwome. Since you noo mwore be at my zide, In walks in zummer het, I'll goo alwone where mist do ride, Drough trees a-drippen wet: Below the rain-wet bough, my love, Where you did never come, An' I don't grieve to miss ye now, As I do grieve at hwome.
Сторінка 115 - This tremendous explosion was followed by a silence not less awful: the firing immediately ceased on both sides, and the first sound which broke the silence was the dash of her shattered masts and yards falling into the water from the vast height to which they had been exploded.
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