{"Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_0": "When I got half-way, first one hound and then another got up and went for me, and of course I stopped and faced them, and kept still. And such another powwow as they made! In a quarter of a minute I was a kind of a hub of a wheel, as you may say \u2014 spokes made out of dogs \u2014 circle of fifteen of them packed together around me, with their necks and noses stretched up towards me, a-barking and howling; and more a-coming; you could see them sailing over fences and around corners from everywheres.\n\nA nigger woman come tearing out of the kitchen with a rolling-pin in her hand, singing out, <|Q|>\u201cBegone you Tige! you Spot! begone sah!\u201d<|Q|> and she fetched first one and then another of them a clip and sent them howling, and then the rest followed; and the next second half of them come back, wagging their tails around me, and making friends with me. There ain\u2019t no harm in a hound, nohow.\n\nAnd behind the woman comes a little nigger girl and two little nigger boys without anything on but tow-linen shirts, and they hung on to their mother\u2019s gown, and peeped out from behind her at me, bashful, the way they always do. And here comes the white woman running from the house, about forty-five or fifty year old, bareheaded, and her spinning-stick in her hand; and behind her comes her little white children, acting the same way the little niggers was doing. She was smiling all over so she could hardly stand \u2014 and says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_1": "And behind the woman comes a little nigger girl and two little nigger boys without anything on but tow-linen shirts, and they hung on to their mother\u2019s gown, and peeped out from behind her at me, bashful, the way they always do. And here comes the white woman running from the house, about forty-five or fifty year old, bareheaded, and her spinning-stick in her hand; and behind her comes her little white children, acting the same way the little niggers was doing. She was smiling all over so she could hardly stand \u2014 and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s you, at last! \u2014 ain\u2019t it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI out with a \u201cYes\u2019m\u201d before I thought.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_4": "I said I had got it on the boat. So then she started for the house, leading me by the hand, and the children tagging after. When we got there she set me down in a split-bottomed chair, and set herself down on a little low stool in front of me, holding both of my hands, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNow I can have a good look at you; and, laws-a-me, I\u2019ve been hungry for it a many and a many a time, all these long years, and it\u2019s come at last! We been expecting you a couple of days and more. What kep\u2019 you? \u2014 boat get aground?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes\u2019m \u2014 she \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_2": "I out with a \u201cYes\u2019m\u201d before I thought.\n\nShe grabbed me and hugged me tight; and then gripped me by both hands and shook and shook; and the tears come in her eyes, and run down over; and she couldn\u2019t seem to hug and shake enough, and kept saying, <|Q|>\u201cYou don\u2019t look as much like your mother as I reckoned you would; but law sakes, I don\u2019t care for that, I\u2019m so glad to see you! Dear, dear, it does seem like I could eat you up! Children, it\u2019s your cousin Tom! \u2014 tell him howdy.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBut they ducked their heads, and put their fingers in their mouths, and hid behind her. So she run on:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_3": "But they ducked their heads, and put their fingers in their mouths, and hid behind her. So she run on:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cLize, hurry up and get him a hot breakfast right away \u2014 or did you get your breakfast on the boat?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI said I had got it on the boat. So then she started for the house, leading me by the hand, and the children tagging after. When we got there she set me down in a split-bottomed chair, and set herself down on a little low stool in front of me, holding both of my hands, and says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_5": "\u201cYes\u2019m \u2014 she \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t say yes\u2019m \u2014 say Aunt Sally. Where\u2019d she get aground?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI didn\u2019t rightly know what to say, because I didn\u2019t know whether the boat would be coming up the river or down. But I go a good deal on instinct; and my instinct said she would be coming up \u2014 from down towards Orleans. That didn\u2019t help me much, though; for I didn\u2019t know the names of bars down that way. I see I\u2019d got to invent a bar, or forget the name of the one we got aground on \u2014 or \u2014 Now I struck an idea, and fetched it out:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_6": "I didn\u2019t rightly know what to say, because I didn\u2019t know whether the boat would be coming up the river or down. But I go a good deal on instinct; and my instinct said she would be coming up \u2014 from down towards Orleans. That didn\u2019t help me much, though; for I didn\u2019t know the names of bars down that way. I see I\u2019d got to invent a bar, or forget the name of the one we got aground on \u2014 or \u2014 Now I struck an idea, and fetched it out:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt warn\u2019t the grounding \u2014 that didn\u2019t keep us back but a little. We blowed out a cylinder-head.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cGood gracious! anybody hurt?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_7": "\u201cIt warn\u2019t the grounding \u2014 that didn\u2019t keep us back but a little. We blowed out a cylinder-head.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGood gracious! anybody hurt?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo\u2019m. Killed a nigger.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_8": "\u201cGood gracious! anybody hurt?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo\u2019m. Killed a nigger.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, it\u2019s lucky; because sometimes people do get hurt. Two years ago last Christmas your uncle Silas was coming up from Newrleans on the old Lally Rook, and she blowed out a cylinder-head and crippled a man. And I think he died afterwards. He was a Baptist. Your uncle Silas knowed a family in Baton Rouge that knowed his people very well. Yes, I remember now, he did die. Mortification set in, and they had to amputate him. But it didn\u2019t save him. Yes, it was mortification \u2014 that was it. He turned blue all over, and died in the hope of a glorious resurrection. They say he was a sight to look at. Your uncle\u2019s been up to the town every day to fetch you. And he\u2019s gone again, not more\u2019n an hour ago; he\u2019ll be back any minute now. You must a met him on the road, didn\u2019t you? \u2014 oldish man, with a \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_9": "\u201cWell, it\u2019s lucky; because sometimes people do get hurt. Two years ago last Christmas your uncle Silas was coming up from Newrleans on the old Lally Rook, and she blowed out a cylinder-head and crippled a man. And I think he died afterwards. He was a Baptist. Your uncle Silas knowed a family in Baton Rouge that knowed his people very well. Yes, I remember now, he did die. Mortification set in, and they had to amputate him. But it didn\u2019t save him. Yes, it was mortification \u2014 that was it. He turned blue all over, and died in the hope of a glorious resurrection. They say he was a sight to look at. Your uncle\u2019s been up to the town every day to fetch you. And he\u2019s gone again, not more\u2019n an hour ago; he\u2019ll be back any minute now. You must a met him on the road, didn\u2019t you? \u2014 oldish man, with a \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, I didn\u2019t see nobody, Aunt Sally. The boat landed just at daylight, and I left my baggage on the wharf-boat and went looking around the town and out a piece in the country, to put in the time and not get here too soon; and so I come down the back way.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWho\u2019d you give the baggage to?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_10": "\u201cNo, I didn\u2019t see nobody, Aunt Sally. The boat landed just at daylight, and I left my baggage on the wharf-boat and went looking around the town and out a piece in the country, to put in the time and not get here too soon; and so I come down the back way.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWho\u2019d you give the baggage to?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNobody.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_11": "\u201cWho\u2019d you give the baggage to?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNobody.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, child, it\u2019ll be stole!\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_12": "\u201cNobody.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, child, it\u2019ll be stole!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNot where I hid it I reckon it won\u2019t,\u201d I says.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_13": "\u201cWhy, child, it\u2019ll be stole!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot where I hid it I reckon it won\u2019t,\u201d<|Q|> I says.\n\n\u201cHow\u2019d you get your breakfast so early on the boat?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_14": "\u201cNot where I hid it I reckon it won\u2019t,\u201d I says.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow\u2019d you get your breakfast so early on the boat?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt was kinder thin ice, but I says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_15": "It was kinder thin ice, but I says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe captain see me standing around, and told me I better have something to eat before I went ashore; so he took me in the texas to the officers\u2019 lunch, and give me all I wanted.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI was getting so uneasy I couldn\u2019t listen good. I had my mind on the children all the time; I wanted to get them out to one side and pump them a little, and find out who I was. But I couldn\u2019t get no show, Mrs. Phelps kept it up and run on so. Pretty soon she made the cold chills streak all down my back, because she says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_17": "Well, I see I was up a stump \u2014 and up it good. Providence had stood by me this fur all right, but I was hard and tight aground now. I see it warn\u2019t a bit of use to try to go ahead \u2014 I\u2019d got to throw up my hand. So I says to myself, here\u2019s another place where I got to resk the truth. I opened my mouth to begin; but she grabbed me and hustled me in behind the bed, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHere he comes! Stick your head down lower \u2014 there, that\u2019ll do; you can\u2019t be seen now. Don\u2019t you let on you\u2019re here. I\u2019ll play a joke on him. Children, don\u2019t you say a word.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI see I was in a fix now. But it warn\u2019t no use to worry; there warn\u2019t nothing to do but just hold still, and try and be ready to stand from under when the lightning struck.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_18": "I had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHas he come?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d says her husband.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_19": "\u201cNo,\u201d says her husband.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGood-ness gracious!\u201d<|Q|> she says, \u201cwhat in the warld can have become of him?\u201d\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t imagine,\u201d says the old gentleman; \u201cand I must say it makes me dreadful uneasy.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_20": "\u201cNo,\u201d says her husband.\n\n\u201cGood-ness gracious!\u201d she says, <|Q|>\u201cwhat in the warld can have become of him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t imagine,\u201d says the old gentleman; \u201cand I must say it makes me dreadful uneasy.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_21": "\u201cGood-ness gracious!\u201d she says, \u201cwhat in the warld can have become of him?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI can\u2019t imagine,\u201d<|Q|> says the old gentleman; \u201cand I must say it makes me dreadful uneasy.\u201d\n\n\u201cUneasy!\u201d she says; \u201cI\u2019m ready to go distracted! He must a come; and you\u2019ve missed him along the road. I know it\u2019s so \u2014 something tells me so.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_22": "\u201cGood-ness gracious!\u201d she says, \u201cwhat in the warld can have become of him?\u201d\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t imagine,\u201d says the old gentleman; <|Q|>\u201cand I must say it makes me dreadful uneasy.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cUneasy!\u201d she says; \u201cI\u2019m ready to go distracted! He must a come; and you\u2019ve missed him along the road. I know it\u2019s so \u2014 something tells me so.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_23": "\u201cI can\u2019t imagine,\u201d says the old gentleman; \u201cand I must say it makes me dreadful uneasy.\u201d\n\n\u201cUneasy!\u201d she says; <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019m ready to go distracted! He must a come; and you\u2019ve missed him along the road. I know it\u2019s so \u2014 something tells me so.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, Sally, I couldn\u2019t miss him along the road \u2014 you know that.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_24": "\u201cUneasy!\u201d she says; \u201cI\u2019m ready to go distracted! He must a come; and you\u2019ve missed him along the road. I know it\u2019s so \u2014 something tells me so.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, Sally, I couldn\u2019t miss him along the road \u2014 you know that.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_28": "\u201cWhy, who\u2019s that?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWho do you reckon \u2019t is?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI hain\u2019t no idea. Who is it?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_25": "\u201cBut oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, don\u2019t distress me any more\u2019n I\u2019m already distressed. I don\u2019t know what in the world to make of it. I\u2019m at my wit\u2019s end, and I don\u2019t mind acknowledging \u2019t I\u2019m right down scared. But there\u2019s no hope that he\u2019s come; for he couldn\u2019t come and me miss him. Sally, it\u2019s terrible \u2014 just terrible \u2014 something\u2019s happened to the boat, sure!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, Silas! Look yonder! \u2014 up the road! \u2014 ain\u2019t that somebody coming?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_26": "\u201cOh, don\u2019t distress me any more\u2019n I\u2019m already distressed. I don\u2019t know what in the world to make of it. I\u2019m at my wit\u2019s end, and I don\u2019t mind acknowledging \u2019t I\u2019m right down scared. But there\u2019s no hope that he\u2019s come; for he couldn\u2019t come and me miss him. Sally, it\u2019s terrible \u2014 just terrible \u2014 something\u2019s happened to the boat, sure!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, Silas! Look yonder! \u2014 up the road! \u2014 ain\u2019t that somebody coming?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe sprung to the window at the head of the bed, and that give Mrs. Phelps the chance she wanted. She stooped down quick at the foot of the bed and give me a pull, and out I come; and when he turned back from the window there she stood, a-beaming and a-smiling like a house afire, and I standing pretty meek and sweaty alongside. The old gentleman stared, and says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_27": "He sprung to the window at the head of the bed, and that give Mrs. Phelps the chance she wanted. She stooped down quick at the foot of the bed and give me a pull, and out I come; and when he turned back from the window there she stood, a-beaming and a-smiling like a house afire, and I standing pretty meek and sweaty alongside. The old gentleman stared, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, who\u2019s that?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWho do you reckon \u2019t is?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_29": "\u201cWho do you reckon \u2019t is?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI hain\u2019t no idea. Who is it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s Tom Sawyer!\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_30": "\u201cI hain\u2019t no idea. Who is it?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s Tom Sawyer!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBy jings, I most slumped through the floor! But there warn\u2019t no time to swap knives; the old man grabbed me by the hand and shook, and kept on shaking; and all the time how the woman did dance around and laugh and cry; and then how they both did fire off questions about Sid, and Mary, and the rest of the tribe.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_4": "\u201cWell, do you see yonder a kind of little island surrounded by a circle of water? The pool is increasing every minute, and the isle is gradually disappearing. This island, indeed, belongs to Heaven, for it is situated between two seas, and is not shown on the king\u2019s charts. Do you observe it?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes; but we can hardly reach it now, without getting our feet wet.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes; but observe that it forms an eminence tolerably high, and that the tide rises up on every side, leaving the top free. We shall be admirably placed upon that little theatre. What do you think of it?\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_5": "\u201cYes; but we can hardly reach it now, without getting our feet wet.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes; but observe that it forms an eminence tolerably high, and that the tide rises up on every side, leaving the top free. We shall be admirably placed upon that little theatre. What do you think of it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI shall be perfectly happy wherever I may have the honor of crossing my sword with your lordship\u2019s.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_0": "As he said this he pointed out to those who surrounded him the magnificent spectacle which the sky presented, of deepest azure in the horizon, the amphitheatre of fleecy clouds ascending from the sun\u2019s disc to the zenith, assuming the appearance of a range of snowy mountains, whose summits were heaped one upon another. The dome of clouds was tinged at its base with, as it were, the foam of rubies, fading away into opal and pearly tints, in proportion as the gaze was carried from base to summit. The sea was gilded with the same reflection, and upon the crest of every sparkling wave danced a point of light, like a diamond by lamplight. The mildness of the evening, the sea breezes, so dear to contemplative minds, setting in from the east and blowing in delicious gusts; then, in the distance, the black outline of the yacht with its rigging traced upon the empurpled background of the sky -- while, dotting the horizon, might be seen, here and there, vessels with their trimmed sails, like the wings of a seagull about to plunge; such a spectacle indeed well merited admiration. A crowd of curious idlers followed the richly dressed attendants, amongst whom they mistook the steward and the secretary for the master and his friend. As for Buckingham, who was dressed very simply, in a gray satin vest, and doublet of violet-colored velvet, wearing his hat thrust over his eyes, and without orders or embroidery, he was taken no more notice of than De Wardes, who was in black, like an attorney.\n\nThe duke\u2019s attendants had received directions to have a boat in readiness at the jetty head, and to watch the embarkation of their master, without approaching him until either he or his friend should summon them, -- <|Q|>\u201cwhatever may happen,\u201d<|Q|> he had added, laying a stress upon these words, so that they might not be misunderstood. Having walked a few paces upon the strand, Buckingham said to De Wardes, \u201cI think it is now time to take leave of each other. The tide, you perceive, is rising; ten minutes hence it will have soaked the sands where we are now walking in such a manner that we shall not be able to keep our footing.\u201d\n\n\u201cI await your orders, my lord, but -- \u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_12": "\u201cOh, its rays are very feeble at this hour and it will soon disappear; do not be uneasy on that score.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAs you please, my lord; it was out of consideration for your lordship that I made the remark.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI am aware of that, M. de Wardes, and I fully appreciate your kindness. Shall we take off our doublets?\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_10": "\u201cYes, at present I am. Look yonder! My servants are afraid we shall be drowned, and have converted the boat into a cruiser. Do you remark how curiously it dances upon the crests of the waves? But, as it makes me feel sea-sick, would you permit me to turn my back towards them?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou will observe, my lord, that in turning your back to them, you will have the sun full in your face.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, its rays are very feeble at this hour and it will soon disappear; do not be uneasy on that score.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_8": "\u201cVery well, then, I am distressed to be the cause of your wetting your feet, M. de Wardes, but it is most essential you should be able to say to the king: \u2018Sire, I did not fight upon your majesty\u2019s territory.\u2019 Perhaps the distinction is somewhat subtle, but, since Port-Royal, your nation delights in subtleties of expression. Do not let us complain of this, however, for it makes your wit very brilliant, and of a style peculiarly your own. If you do not object, we will hurry ourselves, for the sea, I perceive, is rising fast, and night is setting in.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy reason for not walking faster was, that I did not wish to precede your Grace. Are you still on dry land, my lord?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, at present I am. Look yonder! My servants are afraid we shall be drowned, and have converted the boat into a cruiser. Do you remark how curiously it dances upon the crests of the waves? But, as it makes me feel sea-sick, would you permit me to turn my back towards them?\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_6": "\u201cYes; but observe that it forms an eminence tolerably high, and that the tide rises up on every side, leaving the top free. We shall be admirably placed upon that little theatre. What do you think of it?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI shall be perfectly happy wherever I may have the honor of crossing my sword with your lordship\u2019s.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cVery well, then, I am distressed to be the cause of your wetting your feet, M. de Wardes, but it is most essential you should be able to say to the king: \u2018Sire, I did not fight upon your majesty\u2019s territory.\u2019 Perhaps the distinction is somewhat subtle, but, since Port-Royal, your nation delights in subtleties of expression. Do not let us complain of this, however, for it makes your wit very brilliant, and of a style peculiarly your own. If you do not object, we will hurry ourselves, for the sea, I perceive, is rising fast, and night is setting in.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_11": "\u201cYou will observe, my lord, that in turning your back to them, you will have the sun full in your face.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, its rays are very feeble at this hour and it will soon disappear; do not be uneasy on that score.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAs you please, my lord; it was out of consideration for your lordship that I made the remark.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_13": "\u201cAs you please, my lord; it was out of consideration for your lordship that I made the remark.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI am aware of that, M. de Wardes, and I fully appreciate your kindness. Shall we take off our doublets?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAs you please, my lord.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_2": "\u201cI await your orders, my lord, but -- \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut, you mean, we are still upon soil which is part of the king\u2019s territory.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cExactly.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_17": "Buckingham made a sign of assent, took off his doublet and threw it on the ground, a proceeding which De Wardes imitated. Both their bodies, which seemed like phantoms to those who were looking at them from the shore, were thrown strongly into relief by a dark red violet-colored shadow with which the sky became overspread.\n\n\u201cUpon my word, your Grace,\u201d said De Wardes, <|Q|>\u201cwe shall hardly have time to begin. Do you not perceive how our feet are sinking into the sand?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI have sunk up to the ankles,\u201d said Buckingham, \u201cwithout reckoning that the water is even now breaking in upon us.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_1": "As he said this he pointed out to those who surrounded him the magnificent spectacle which the sky presented, of deepest azure in the horizon, the amphitheatre of fleecy clouds ascending from the sun\u2019s disc to the zenith, assuming the appearance of a range of snowy mountains, whose summits were heaped one upon another. The dome of clouds was tinged at its base with, as it were, the foam of rubies, fading away into opal and pearly tints, in proportion as the gaze was carried from base to summit. The sea was gilded with the same reflection, and upon the crest of every sparkling wave danced a point of light, like a diamond by lamplight. The mildness of the evening, the sea breezes, so dear to contemplative minds, setting in from the east and blowing in delicious gusts; then, in the distance, the black outline of the yacht with its rigging traced upon the empurpled background of the sky -- while, dotting the horizon, might be seen, here and there, vessels with their trimmed sails, like the wings of a seagull about to plunge; such a spectacle indeed well merited admiration. A crowd of curious idlers followed the richly dressed attendants, amongst whom they mistook the steward and the secretary for the master and his friend. As for Buckingham, who was dressed very simply, in a gray satin vest, and doublet of violet-colored velvet, wearing his hat thrust over his eyes, and without orders or embroidery, he was taken no more notice of than De Wardes, who was in black, like an attorney.\n\nThe duke\u2019s attendants had received directions to have a boat in readiness at the jetty head, and to watch the embarkation of their master, without approaching him until either he or his friend should summon them, -- \u201cwhatever may happen,\u201d he had added, laying a stress upon these words, so that they might not be misunderstood. Having walked a few paces upon the strand, Buckingham said to De Wardes, <|Q|>\u201cI think it is now time to take leave of each other. The tide, you perceive, is rising; ten minutes hence it will have soaked the sands where we are now walking in such a manner that we shall not be able to keep our footing.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI await your orders, my lord, but -- \u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_15": "\u201cAs you please, my lord.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo not hesitate to tell me, M. de Wardes, if you do not feel comfortable upon the wet sand, or if you think yourself a little too close to French territory. We could fight in England, or even upon my yacht.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWe are exceedingly well placed here, my lord; only I have the honor to remark that, as the sea is rising fast, we have hardly time -- \u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_14": "\u201cI am aware of that, M. de Wardes, and I fully appreciate your kindness. Shall we take off our doublets?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAs you please, my lord.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDo not hesitate to tell me, M. de Wardes, if you do not feel comfortable upon the wet sand, or if you think yourself a little too close to French territory. We could fight in England, or even upon my yacht.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_18": "\u201cUpon my word, your Grace,\u201d said De Wardes, \u201cwe shall hardly have time to begin. Do you not perceive how our feet are sinking into the sand?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have sunk up to the ankles,\u201d<|Q|> said Buckingham, \u201cwithout reckoning that the water is even now breaking in upon us.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt has already reached me. As soon as you please, therefore, your Grace,\u201d said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_19": "\u201cUpon my word, your Grace,\u201d said De Wardes, \u201cwe shall hardly have time to begin. Do you not perceive how our feet are sinking into the sand?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have sunk up to the ankles,\u201d said Buckingham, <|Q|>\u201cwithout reckoning that the water is even now breaking in upon us.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt has already reached me. As soon as you please, therefore, your Grace,\u201d said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_16": "Buckingham made a sign of assent, took off his doublet and threw it on the ground, a proceeding which De Wardes imitated. Both their bodies, which seemed like phantoms to those who were looking at them from the shore, were thrown strongly into relief by a dark red violet-colored shadow with which the sky became overspread.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cUpon my word, your Grace,\u201d<|Q|> said De Wardes, \u201cwe shall hardly have time to begin. Do you not perceive how our feet are sinking into the sand?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have sunk up to the ankles,\u201d said Buckingham, \u201cwithout reckoning that the water is even now breaking in upon us.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_20": "\u201cI have sunk up to the ankles,\u201d said Buckingham, \u201cwithout reckoning that the water is even now breaking in upon us.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt has already reached me. As soon as you please, therefore, your Grace,\u201d<|Q|> said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.\n\n\u201cM. de Wardes,\u201d said Buckingham, \u201cone final word. I am about to fight you because I do not like you, -- because you have wounded me in ridiculing a certain devotional regard I have entertained, and one which I acknowledge that, at this moment, I still retain, and for which I would very willingly die. You are a bad and heartless man, M. de Wardes, and I will do my very utmost to take your life; for I feel assured that, if you survive this engagement, you will, in the future, work great mischief towards my friends. That is all I have to remark, M. de Wardes", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_25": "\u201cYes, monsieur, but only slightly.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYet you quitted your guard.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOnly from the first effect of the cold steel, but I have recovered. Let us go on, if you please.\u201d And disengaging his sword with a sinister clashing of the blade, the duke wounded the marquis in the breast.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_23": "Their swords crossed at the same moment, like two flashes of lightning on a dark night. The swords seemed to seek each other, guessed their position, and met. Both were practiced swordsmen, and the earlier passes were without any result. The night was fast closing in, and it was so dark that they attacked and defended themselves almost instinctively. Suddenly De Wardes felt his word arrested, -- he had just touched Buckingham\u2019s shoulder. The duke\u2019s sword sunk, as his arm was lowered.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou are wounded, my lord,\u201d<|Q|> said De Wardes, drawing back a step or two.\n\n\u201cYes, monsieur, but only slightly.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_22": "\u201cone final word. I am about to fight you because I do not like you, -- because you have wounded me in ridiculing a certain devotional regard I have entertained, and one which I acknowledge that, at this moment, I still retain, and for which I would very willingly die. You are a bad and heartless man, M. de Wardes, and I will do my very utmost to take your life; for I feel assured that, if you survive this engagement, you will, in the future, work great mischief towards my friends. That is all I have to remark, M. de Wardes,\u201d concluded Buckingham as he saluted him.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd I, my lord, have only this to reply to you: I have not disliked you hitherto, but, since you give me such a character, I hate you, and will do all I possibly can to kill you;\u201d<|Q|> and De Wardes saluted Buckingham.\n\nTheir swords crossed at the same moment, like two flashes of lightning on a dark night. The swords seemed to seek each other, guessed their position, and met. Both were practiced swordsmen, and the earlier passes were without any result. The night was fast closing in, and it was so dark that they attacked and defended themselves almost instinctively. Suddenly De Wardes felt his word arrested, -- he had just touched Buckingham\u2019s shoulder. The duke\u2019s sword sunk, as his arm was lowered.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_24": "\u201cYou are wounded, my lord,\u201d said De Wardes, drawing back a step or two.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, monsieur, but only slightly.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYet you quitted your guard.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_27": "\u201cI beg your pardon, but observing that your shirt was stained -- \u201d said Buckingham.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said De Wardes furiously, <|Q|>\u201cit is now your turn.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd with a terrible lunge, he pierced Buckingham\u2019s arm, the sword passing between the two bones. Buckingham feeling his right arm paralyzed, stretched out his left, seized his sword, which was about falling from his nerveless grasp, and before De Wardes could resume his guard, he thrust him through the breast. De Wardes tottered, his knees gave way beneath him, and leaving his sword still fixed in the duke\u2019s arm, he fell into the water, which was soon crimsoned with a more genuine reflection than that which it had borrowed from the clouds. De Wardes was not dead; he felt the terrible danger that menaced him, for the sea rose fast. The duke, too, perceived the danger. With an effort and an exclamation of pain he tore out the blade which remained in his arm, and turning towards De Wardes said,", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_26": "\u201cYet you quitted your guard.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOnly from the first effect of the cold steel, but I have recovered. Let us go on, if you please.\u201d<|Q|> And disengaging his sword with a sinister clashing of the blade, the duke wounded the marquis in the breast.\n\n\u201cA hit?\u201d he said.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_29": "And with a terrible lunge, he pierced Buckingham\u2019s arm, the sword passing between the two bones. Buckingham feeling his right arm paralyzed, stretched out his left, seized his sword, which was about falling from his nerveless grasp, and before De Wardes could resume his guard, he thrust him through the breast. De Wardes tottered, his knees gave way beneath him, and leaving his sword still fixed in the duke\u2019s arm, he fell into the water, which was soon crimsoned with a more genuine reflection than that which it had borrowed from the clouds. De Wardes was not dead; he felt the terrible danger that menaced him, for the sea rose fast. The duke, too, perceived the danger. With an effort and an exclamation of pain he tore out the blade which remained in his arm, and turning towards De Wardes said, \u201cAre you dead, marquis?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d replied De Wardes, in a voice choked by the blood which rushed from his lungs to his throat, <|Q|>\u201cbut very near it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, what is to be done; can you walk?\u201d said Buckingham, supporting him on his knee.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_28": "And with a terrible lunge, he pierced Buckingham\u2019s arm, the sword passing between the two bones. Buckingham feeling his right arm paralyzed, stretched out his left, seized his sword, which was about falling from his nerveless grasp, and before De Wardes could resume his guard, he thrust him through the breast. De Wardes tottered, his knees gave way beneath him, and leaving his sword still fixed in the duke\u2019s arm, he fell into the water, which was soon crimsoned with a more genuine reflection than that which it had borrowed from the clouds. De Wardes was not dead; he felt the terrible danger that menaced him, for the sea rose fast. The duke, too, perceived the danger. With an effort and an exclamation of pain he tore out the blade which remained in his arm, and turning towards De Wardes said, <|Q|>\u201cAre you dead, marquis?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d replied De Wardes, in a voice choked by the blood which rushed from his lungs to his throat, \u201cbut very near it.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_30": "\u201cNo,\u201d replied De Wardes, in a voice choked by the blood which rushed from his lungs to his throat, \u201cbut very near it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, what is to be done; can you walk?\u201d<|Q|> said Buckingham, supporting him on his knee.\n\n\u201cImpossible,\u201d he replied. Then falling down again, said, \u201ccall to your people, or I shall be drowned.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_31": "\u201cWell, what is to be done; can you walk?\u201d said Buckingham, supporting him on his knee.\n\n\u201cImpossible,\u201d he replied. Then falling down again, said, <|Q|>\u201ccall to your people, or I shall be drowned.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHalloa! boat there! quick, quick!\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_35": "\u201cDeath to the Frenchman!\u201d cried the English sullenly.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWretched knaves!\u201d<|Q|> exclaimed the duke, drawing himself up with a haughty gesture, which sprinkled them with blood, \u201cobey directly! M. de Wardes on shore! M. de Wardes\u2019s safety to be looked to first, or I will have you all hanged!\u201d\n\nThe boat had by this time reached them; the secretary and steward leaped into the sea, and approached the marquis, who no longer showed any sign of life.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_32": "\u201cImpossible,\u201d he replied. Then falling down again, said, \u201ccall to your people, or I shall be drowned.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHalloa! boat there! quick, quick!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe boat flew over the waves, but the sea rose faster than the boat could approach. Buckingham saw that De Wardes was on the point of being again covered by a wave; he passed his left arm, safe and unwounded, round his body and raised him up. The wave ascended to his waist, but did not move him. The duke immediately began to carry his late antagonist towards the shore. He had hardly gone ten paces, when a second wave, rushing onwards higher, more furious and menacing than the former, struck him at the height of his chest, threw him over and buried him beneath the water. At the reflux, however, the duke and De Wardes were discovered lying on the strand. De Wardes had fainted. At this moment four of the duke\u2019s sailors, who comprehended the danger, threw themselves into the sea, and in a moment were close beside him. Their terror was extreme when they observed how their master became covered with blood, in proportion to the water, with which it was impregnated, flowed towards his knees and feet; they wished to carry him.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_33": "The boat flew over the waves, but the sea rose faster than the boat could approach. Buckingham saw that De Wardes was on the point of being again covered by a wave; he passed his left arm, safe and unwounded, round his body and raised him up. The wave ascended to his waist, but did not move him. The duke immediately began to carry his late antagonist towards the shore. He had hardly gone ten paces, when a second wave, rushing onwards higher, more furious and menacing than the former, struck him at the height of his chest, threw him over and buried him beneath the water. At the reflux, however, the duke and De Wardes were discovered lying on the strand. De Wardes had fainted. At this moment four of the duke\u2019s sailors, who comprehended the danger, threw themselves into the sea, and in a moment were close beside him. Their terror was extreme when they observed how their master became covered with blood, in proportion to the water, with which it was impregnated, flowed towards his knees and feet; they wished to carry him.\n\n\u201cNo, no,\u201d exclaimed the duke, <|Q|>\u201ctake the marquis on shore first.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDeath to the Frenchman!\u201d cried the English sullenly.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_36": "\u201cDeath to the Frenchman!\u201d cried the English sullenly.\n\n\u201cWretched knaves!\u201d exclaimed the duke, drawing himself up with a haughty gesture, which sprinkled them with blood, <|Q|>\u201cobey directly! M. de Wardes on shore! M. de Wardes\u2019s safety to be looked to first, or I will have you all hanged!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe boat had by this time reached them; the secretary and steward leaped into the sea, and approached the marquis, who no longer showed any sign of life.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_34": "\u201cNo, no,\u201d exclaimed the duke, \u201ctake the marquis on shore first.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDeath to the Frenchman!\u201d<|Q|> cried the English sullenly.\n\n\u201cWretched knaves!\u201d exclaimed the duke, drawing himself up with a haughty gesture, which sprinkled them with blood, \u201cobey directly! M. de Wardes on shore! M. de Wardes\u2019s safety to be looked to first, or I will have you all hanged!\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_38": "The boat had by this time reached them; the secretary and steward leaped into the sea, and approached the marquis, who no longer showed any sign of life.\n\n\u201cI commit him to your care, as you value your lives,\u201d said the duke. <|Q|>\u201cTake M. de Wardes on shore.\u201d<|Q|> They took him in their arms, and carried him to the dry sand, where the tide never rose so high. A few idlers and five or six fishermen had gathered on the shore, attracted by the strange spectacle of two men fighting with the water up to their knees. The fishermen, observing a group of men approaching carrying a wounded man, entered the sea until the water was up to their waists. The English transferred the wounded man to them, at the very moment the latter began to open his eyes again. The salt water and the fine sand had got into his wounds, and caused him the acutest pain. The duke\u2019s secretary drew out a purse filled with gold from his pocket, and handed it to the one among those present who appeared of most importance, saying:", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_0": "We went straight to the lake, as it was called at Bly, and I daresay rightly called, though I reflect that it may in fact have been a sheet of water less remarkable than it appeared to my untraveled eyes. My acquaintance with sheets of water was small, and the pool of Bly, at all events on the few occasions of my consenting, under the protection of my pupils, to affront its surface in the old flat-bottomed boat moored there for our use, had impressed me both with its extent and its agitation. The usual place of embarkation was half a mile from the house, but I had an intimate conviction that, wherever Flora might be, she was not near home. She had not given me the slip for any small adventure, and, since the day of the very great one that I had shared with her by the pond, I had been aware, in our walks, of the quarter to which she most inclined. This was why I had now given to Mrs. Grose\u2019s steps so marked a direction \u2014 a direction that made her, when she perceived it, oppose a resistance that showed me she was freshly mystified. <|Q|>\u201cYou\u2019re going to the water, Miss? \u2014 you think she\u2019s in \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cShe may be, though the depth is, I believe, nowhere very great. But what I judge most likely is that she\u2019s on the spot from which, the other day, we saw together what I told you.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_37": "The boat had by this time reached them; the secretary and steward leaped into the sea, and approached the marquis, who no longer showed any sign of life.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI commit him to your care, as you value your lives,\u201d<|Q|> said the duke. \u201cTake M. de Wardes on shore.\u201d They took him in their arms, and carried him to the dry sand, where the tide never rose so high. A few idlers and five or six fishermen had gathered on the shore, attracted by the strange spectacle of two men fighting with the water up to their knees. The fishermen, observing a group of men approaching carrying a wounded man, entered the sea until the water was up to their waists. The English transferred the wounded man to them, at the very moment the latter began to open his eyes again. The salt water and the fine sand had got into his wounds, and caused him the acutest pain. The duke\u2019s secretary drew out a purse filled with gold from his pocket, and handed it to the one among those present who appeared of most importance, saying:", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_39": "\u201d They took him in their arms, and carried him to the dry sand, where the tide never rose so high. A few idlers and five or six fishermen had gathered on the shore, attracted by the strange spectacle of two men fighting with the water up to their knees. The fishermen, observing a group of men approaching carrying a wounded man, entered the sea until the water was up to their waists. The English transferred the wounded man to them, at the very moment the latter began to open his eyes again. The salt water and the fine sand had got into his wounds, and caused him the acutest pain. The duke\u2019s secretary drew out a purse filled with gold from his pocket, and handed it to the one among those present who appeared of most importance, saying: <|Q|>\u201cFrom my master, his Grace the Duke of Buckingham, in order that every possible care may be taken of the Marquis de Wardes.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThen, followed by those who had accompanied him, he returned to the boat, which Buckingham had been enabled to reach with the greatest difficulty, but only after he had seen De Wardes out of danger. By this time it was high tide; embroidered coats, and silk sashes were lost; many hats, too, had been carried away by the waves. The flow of the tide had borne the duke\u2019s and De Wardes\u2019s clothes to the shore, and De Wardes was wrapped in the duke\u2019s doublet, under the belief that it was his own, when the fishermen carried him in their arms towards the town.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_2": "\u201cShe may be, though the depth is, I believe, nowhere very great. But what I judge most likely is that she\u2019s on the spot from which, the other day, we saw together what I told you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhen she pretended not to see \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWith that astounding self-possession? I\u2019ve always been sure she wanted to go back alone. And now her brother has managed it for her.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_1": "We went straight to the lake, as it was called at Bly, and I daresay rightly called, though I reflect that it may in fact have been a sheet of water less remarkable than it appeared to my untraveled eyes. My acquaintance with sheets of water was small, and the pool of Bly, at all events on the few occasions of my consenting, under the protection of my pupils, to affront its surface in the old flat-bottomed boat moored there for our use, had impressed me both with its extent and its agitation. The usual place of embarkation was half a mile from the house, but I had an intimate conviction that, wherever Flora might be, she was not near home. She had not given me the slip for any small adventure, and, since the day of the very great one that I had shared with her by the pond, I had been aware, in our walks, of the quarter to which she most inclined. This was why I had now given to Mrs. Grose\u2019s steps so marked a direction \u2014 a direction that made her, when she perceived it, oppose a resistance that showed me she was freshly mystified. \u201cYou\u2019re going to the water, Miss? \u2014 you think she\u2019s in \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShe may be, though the depth is, I believe, nowhere very great. But what I judge most likely is that she\u2019s on the spot from which, the other day, we saw together what I told you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhen she pretended not to see \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_5": "Mrs. Grose still stood where she had stopped. \u201cYou suppose they really talk of them?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI could meet this with a confidence! They say things that, if we heard them, would simply appall us.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd if she is there \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_4": "\u201cWith that astounding self-possession? I\u2019ve always been sure she wanted to go back alone. And now her brother has managed it for her.\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose still stood where she had stopped. <|Q|>\u201cYou suppose they really talk of them?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI could meet this with a confidence! They say things that, if we heard them, would simply appall us.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_3": "\u201cWhen she pretended not to see \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWith that astounding self-possession? I\u2019ve always been sure she wanted to go back alone. And now her brother has managed it for her.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose still stood where she had stopped. \u201cYou suppose they really talk of them?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_7": "\u201cThen Miss Jessel is?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBeyond a doubt. You shall see.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, thank you!\u201d my friend cried, planted so firm that, taking it in, I went straight on without her. By the time I reached the pool, however, she was close behind me, and I knew that, whatever, to her apprehension, might befall me, the exposure of my society struck her as her least danger. She exhaled a moan of relief as we at last came in sight of the greater part of the water without a sight of the child. There was no trace of Flora on that nearer side of the bank where my observation of her had been most startling, and none on the opposite edge, where, save for a margin of some twenty yards, a thick copse came down to the water. The pond, oblong in shape, had a width so scant compared to its length that, with its ends out of view, it might have been taken for a scant river. We looked at the empty expanse, and then I felt the suggestion of my friend\u2019s eyes. I knew what she meant and I replied with a negative headshake.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_10": "\u201cNo, no; wait! She has taken the boat.\u201d\n\nMy companion stared at the vacant mooring place and then again across the lake. <|Q|>\u201cThen where is it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOur not seeing it is the strongest of proofs. She has used it to go over, and then has managed to hide it.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_6": "\u201cYes?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThen Miss Jessel is?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBeyond a doubt. You shall see.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_9": "\u201d my friend cried, planted so firm that, taking it in, I went straight on without her. By the time I reached the pool, however, she was close behind me, and I knew that, whatever, to her apprehension, might befall me, the exposure of my society struck her as her least danger. She exhaled a moan of relief as we at last came in sight of the greater part of the water without a sight of the child. There was no trace of Flora on that nearer side of the bank where my observation of her had been most startling, and none on the opposite edge, where, save for a margin of some twenty yards, a thick copse came down to the water. The pond, oblong in shape, had a width so scant compared to its length that, with its ends out of view, it might have been taken for a scant river. We looked at the empty expanse, and then I felt the suggestion of my friend\u2019s eyes. I knew what she meant and I replied with a negative headshake.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, no; wait! She has taken the boat.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy companion stared at the vacant mooring place and then again across the lake. \u201cThen where is it?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_13": "\u201cAll alone \u2014 that child?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShe\u2019s not alone, and at such times she\u2019s not a child: she\u2019s an old, old woman.\u201d<|Q|> I scanned all the visible shore while Mrs. Grose took again, into the queer element I offered her, one of her plunges of submission; then I pointed out that the boat might perfectly be in a small refuge formed by one of the recesses of the pool, an indentation masked, for the hither side, by a projection of the bank and by a clump of trees growing close to the water.\n\n\u201cBut if the boat\u2019s there, where on earth\u2019s she?\u201d my colleague anxiously asked.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_12": "\u201cOur not seeing it is the strongest of proofs. She has used it to go over, and then has managed to hide it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAll alone \u2014 that child?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cShe\u2019s not alone, and at such times she\u2019s not a child: she\u2019s an old, old woman.\u201d I scanned all the visible shore while Mrs. Grose took again, into the queer element I offered her, one of her plunges of submission; then I pointed out that the boat might perfectly be in a small refuge formed by one of the recesses of the pool, an indentation masked, for the hither side, by a projection of the bank and by a clump of trees growing close to the water.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_11": "My companion stared at the vacant mooring place and then again across the lake. \u201cThen where is it?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOur not seeing it is the strongest of proofs. She has used it to go over, and then has managed to hide it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAll alone \u2014 that child?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_8": "\u201cBeyond a doubt. You shall see.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, thank you!\u201d<|Q|> my friend cried, planted so firm that, taking it in, I went straight on without her. By the time I reached the pool, however, she was close behind me, and I knew that, whatever, to her apprehension, might befall me, the exposure of my society struck her as her least danger. She exhaled a moan of relief as we at last came in sight of the greater part of the water without a sight of the child. There was no trace of Flora on that nearer side of the bank where my observation of her had been most startling, and none on the opposite edge, where, save for a margin of some twenty yards, a thick copse came down to the water. The pond, oblong in shape, had a width so scant compared to its length that, with its ends out of view, it might have been taken for a scant river. We looked at the empty expanse, and then I felt the suggestion of my friend\u2019s eyes. I knew what she meant and I replied with a negative headshake.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_15": "\u201cBut if the boat\u2019s there, where on earth\u2019s she?\u201d my colleague anxiously asked.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat\u2019s exactly what we must learn.\u201d<|Q|> And I started to walk further.\n\n\u201cBy going all the way round?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_14": "\u201cShe\u2019s not alone, and at such times she\u2019s not a child: she\u2019s an old, old woman.\u201d I scanned all the visible shore while Mrs. Grose took again, into the queer element I offered her, one of her plunges of submission; then I pointed out that the boat might perfectly be in a small refuge formed by one of the recesses of the pool, an indentation masked, for the hither side, by a projection of the bank and by a clump of trees growing close to the water.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut if the boat\u2019s there, where on earth\u2019s she?\u201d<|Q|> my colleague anxiously asked.\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s exactly what we must learn.\u201d And I started to walk further.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_16": "\u201cThat\u2019s exactly what we must learn.\u201d And I started to walk further.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBy going all the way round?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCertainly, far as it is. It will take us but ten minutes, but it\u2019s far enough to have made the child prefer not to walk. She went straight over.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_17": "\u201cBy going all the way round?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCertainly, far as it is. It will take us but ten minutes, but it\u2019s far enough to have made the child prefer not to walk. She went straight over.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cLaws!\u201d cried my friend again; the chain of my logic was ever too much for her. It dragged her at my heels even now, and when we had got halfway round \u2014 a devious, tiresome process, on ground much broken and by a path choked with overgrowth \u2014 I paused to give her breath. I sustained her with a grateful arm, assuring her that she might hugely help me; and this started us afresh, so that in the course of but few minutes more we reached a point from which we found the boat to be where I had supposed it. It had been intentionally left as much as possible out of sight and was tied to one of the stakes of a fence that came, just there, down to the brink and that had been an assistance to disembarking. I recognized, as I looked at the pair of short, thick oars, quite safely drawn up, the prodigious character of the feat for a little girl; but I had lived, by this time, too long among wonders and had panted to too many livelier measures. There was a gate in the fence, through which we passed, and that brought us, after a trifling interval, more into the open. Then, \u201cThere she is!\u201d we both exclaimed at once.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_18": "Flora, a short way off, stood before us on the grass and smiled as if her performance was now complete. The next thing she did, however, was to stoop straight down and pluck \u2014 quite as if it were all she was there for \u2014 a big, ugly spray of withered fern. I instantly became sure she had just come out of the copse. She waited for us, not herself taking a step, and I was conscious of the rare solemnity with which we presently approached her. She smiled and smiled, and we met; but it was all done in a silence by this time flagrantly ominous. Mrs. Grose was the first to break the spell: she threw herself on her knees and, drawing the child to her breast, clasped in a long embrace the little tender, yielding body. While this dumb convulsion lasted I could only watch it \u2014 which I did the more intently when I saw Flora\u2019s face peep at me over our companion\u2019s shoulder. It was serious now \u2014 the flicker had left it; but it strengthened the pang with which I at that moment envied Mrs. Grose the simplicity of her relation. Still, all this while, nothing more passed between us save that Flora had let her foolish fern again drop to the ground. What she and I had virtually said to each other was that pretexts were useless now. When Mrs. Grose finally got up she kept the child\u2019s hand, so that the two were still before me; and the singular reticence of our communion was even more marked in the frank look she launched me. <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ll be hanged,\u201d<|Q|> it said, \u201cif I\u2019ll speak!\u201d\n\nIt was Flora who, gazing all over me in candid wonder, was the first. She was struck with our bareheaded aspect. \u201cWhy, where are your things?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_20": "Flora, a short way off, stood before us on the grass and smiled as if her performance was now complete. The next thing she did, however, was to stoop straight down and pluck \u2014 quite as if it were all she was there for \u2014 a big, ugly spray of withered fern. I instantly became sure she had just come out of the copse. She waited for us, not herself taking a step, and I was conscious of the rare solemnity with which we presently approached her. She smiled and smiled, and we met; but it was all done in a silence by this time flagrantly ominous. Mrs. Grose was the first to break the spell: she threw herself on her knees and, drawing the child to her breast, clasped in a long embrace the little tender, yielding body. While this dumb convulsion lasted I could only watch it \u2014 which I did the more intently when I saw Flora\u2019s face peep at me over our companion\u2019s shoulder. It was serious now \u2014 the flicker had left it; but it strengthened the pang with which I at that moment envied Mrs. Grose the simplicity of her relation. Still, all this while, nothing more passed between us save that Flora had let her foolish fern again drop to the ground. What she and I had virtually said to each other was that pretexts were useless now. When Mrs. Grose finally got up she kept the child\u2019s hand, so that the two were still before me; and the singular reticence of our communion was even more marked in the frank look she launched me. \u201cI\u2019ll be hanged,\u201d it said, \u201cif I\u2019ll speak!\u201d\n\nIt was Flora who, gazing all over me in candid wonder, was the first. She was struck with our bareheaded aspect. <|Q|>\u201cWhy, where are your things?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhere yours are, my dear!\u201d I promptly returned.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_19": "Flora, a short way off, stood before us on the grass and smiled as if her performance was now complete. The next thing she did, however, was to stoop straight down and pluck \u2014 quite as if it were all she was there for \u2014 a big, ugly spray of withered fern. I instantly became sure she had just come out of the copse. She waited for us, not herself taking a step, and I was conscious of the rare solemnity with which we presently approached her. She smiled and smiled, and we met; but it was all done in a silence by this time flagrantly ominous. Mrs. Grose was the first to break the spell: she threw herself on her knees and, drawing the child to her breast, clasped in a long embrace the little tender, yielding body. While this dumb convulsion lasted I could only watch it \u2014 which I did the more intently when I saw Flora\u2019s face peep at me over our companion\u2019s shoulder. It was serious now \u2014 the flicker had left it; but it strengthened the pang with which I at that moment envied Mrs. Grose the simplicity of her relation. Still, all this while, nothing more passed between us save that Flora had let her foolish fern again drop to the ground. What she and I had virtually said to each other was that pretexts were useless now. When Mrs. Grose finally got up she kept the child\u2019s hand, so that the two were still before me; and the singular reticence of our communion was even more marked in the frank look she launched me. \u201cI\u2019ll be hanged,\u201d it said, <|Q|>\u201cif I\u2019ll speak!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt was Flora who, gazing all over me in candid wonder, was the first. She was struck with our bareheaded aspect. \u201cWhy, where are your things?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_1": "The Solar Security office had given him the knife practice, to make sure he could use it, just as they'd made sure he hadn't taken extra money with him beyond the regulation amount.\n\n\"You're a traitor, and we'd like nothing better than seeing your guts spilled,\" the Security man had told him. <|Q|>\"That paper you swiped was marked top secret. But we don't get many men with your background -- cop, tinhorn, fighter -- who have brains enough for our work. So you're bound for Mars, rather than the Mercury mines. If...\"<|Q|>\n\nIt was a big if, and a vague one. They needed men on Mars who could act as links in their information bureau, and be ready to work on their side when the expected trouble came. They wanted men who could serve them loyally, even without orders. If he did them enough service, they might let him back to Earth. If he caused trouble enough, they could still ship him to Mercury.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_21": "It was Flora who, gazing all over me in candid wonder, was the first. She was struck with our bareheaded aspect. \u201cWhy, where are your things?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhere yours are, my dear!\u201d<|Q|> I promptly returned.\n\nShe had already got back her gaiety, and appeared to take this as an answer quite sufficient. \u201cAnd where\u2019s Miles?\u201d she went on.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_19_james_64kb_22": "\u201cWhere yours are, my dear!\u201d I promptly returned.\n\nShe had already got back her gaiety, and appeared to take this as an answer quite sufficient. <|Q|>\u201cAnd where\u2019s Miles?\u201d<|Q|> she went on.\n\nThere was something in the small valor of it that quite finished me: these three words from her were, in a flash like the glitter of a drawn blade, the jostle of the cup that my hand, for weeks and weeks, had held high and full to the brim that now, even before speaking, I felt overflow in a deluge. \u201cI\u2019ll tell you if you\u2019ll tell me \u2014 \u201d I heard myself say, then heard the tremor in which it broke.", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_11": "Soon we were imprisoned up to the neck in india-rubber clothing, and straps fastened the air devices onto our backs. As for the Ruhmkorff device, it didn\u2019t seem to be in the picture. Before inserting my head into its copper capsule, I commented on this to the captain.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOur lighting equipment would be useless to us,\u201d<|Q|> the captain answered me. \u201cWe won\u2019t be going very deep, and the sun\u2019s rays will be sufficient to light our way. Besides, it\u2019s unwise to carry electric lanterns under these waves. Their brightness might unexpectedly attract certain dangerous occupants of these waterways.\u201d\n\nAs Captain Nemo pronounced these words, I turned to Conseil and Ned Land. But my two friends had already encased their craniums in their metal headgear, and they could neither hear nor reply.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_4": "\"Then who cares? You're just lucky enough to be alive.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"And what makes you think I'm going to be a spy for Security?\"<|Q|>\n\nThe other had shrugged. \"Why not, Gordon? You've been a spy for a yellow scandal sheet. Why not for us?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_0": "The Solar Security office had given him the knife practice, to make sure he could use it, just as they'd made sure he hadn't taken extra money with him beyond the regulation amount.\n\n<|Q|>\"You're a traitor, and we'd like nothing better than seeing your guts spilled,\"<|Q|> the Security man had told him. \"That paper you swiped was marked top secret. But we don't get many men with your background -- cop, tinhorn, fighter -- who have brains enough for our work. So you're bound for Mars, rather than the Mercury mines. If...\"\n\nIt was a big if, and a vague one. They needed men on Mars who could act as links in their information bureau, and be ready to work on their side when the expected trouble came. They wanted men who could serve them loyally, even without orders. If he did them enough service, they might let him back to Earth. If he caused trouble enough, they could still ship him to Mercury.", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_13": "I had one question left to address to Captain Nemo.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat about our weapons?\u201d<|Q|> I asked him. \u201cOur rifles?\u201d\n\n\u201cRifles! What for? Don\u2019t your mountaineers attack bears dagger in hand? And isn\u2019t steel surer than lead? Here\u2019s a sturdy blade. Slip it under your belt and let\u2019s be off.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_5": "\"And what makes you think I'm going to be a spy for Security?\"\n\nThe other had shrugged. <|Q|>\"Why not, Gordon? You've been a spy for a yellow scandal sheet. Why not for us?\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon had been smart enough to realize that perhaps Security was right.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_7": "Gordon's mind switched to the readers in his bag. The cards were plastic, and should be good for a week or so of use before they showed wear. During that time, by playing it carefully, he should have his stake. Then, if the gaming tables here were as crudely run as an oldtimer he'd known on Earth had said, he could try a coup.\n\n<|Q|>\"... be at Mother Corey's soon,\"<|Q|> the fat little drummer babbled on. \"Notorious -- worst place on Mars. Take it from me, brother, that's something! Even the cops are afraid to go in there. See it? There, to your left!\"\n\nThe name was vaguely familiar as one of the sore spots of Marsport. Bruce Gordon looked, and spotted the ragged building, half a mile outside the dome. It had been a rocket-maintenance hangar once, then had been turned into temporary dwelling for the first deportees, when Earth began flooding Mars. Now, seeming to stand by habit alone, it radiated desolation and decay.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_6": "Gordon nodded, mentally cataloguing the drummer as the cockroach type, midway between the small-businessman slug and the petty-crook spider types that weren't worth bothering with. But the other took it as interest.\n\n<|Q|>\"Been here dozens of times, myself. Risking your life just to go into Marsport. Why Congress doesn't clean it up, I'll never know!\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon's mind switched to the readers in his bag. The cards were plastic, and should be good for a week or so of use before they showed wear. During that time, by playing it carefully, he should have his stake. Then, if the gaming tables here were as crudely run as an oldtimer he'd known on Earth had said, he could try a coup.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_8": "Gordon's mind switched to the readers in his bag. The cards were plastic, and should be good for a week or so of use before they showed wear. During that time, by playing it carefully, he should have his stake. Then, if the gaming tables here were as crudely run as an oldtimer he'd known on Earth had said, he could try a coup.\n\n\"... be at Mother Corey's soon,\" the fat little drummer babbled on. <|Q|>\"Notorious -- worst place on Mars. Take it from me, brother, that's something! Even the cops are afraid to go in there. See it? There, to your left!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe name was vaguely familiar as one of the sore spots of Marsport. Bruce Gordon looked, and spotted the ragged building, half a mile outside the dome. It had been a rocket-maintenance hangar once, then had been turned into temporary dwelling for the first deportees, when Earth began flooding Mars. Now, seeming to stand by habit alone, it radiated desolation and decay.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_9": "He stood up, grabbing for his bag, and spinning the drummer aside. He jerked forward, and caught the driver's shoulder. \"Getting off!\"\n\nThe driver shrugged his hand away. \"Don't be crazy, mister! They -- \" He turned, saw it was Gordon, and his face turned blank. <|Q|>\"It's your life, buster,\"<|Q|> he said, and reached for the brake. \"I'll give you five minutes to get into coveralls and helmet and out through the airlock.\"\n\nGordon needed less than that; he'd practiced all the way from Earth. The transparent plastic of the coveralls went on easily enough, and his hands found the seals quickly. He slipped his few possessions into a bag at his belt, slid the knife into a spring holster above his wrist, and picked up the bowl-shaped helmet. It seated on a plastic seal, and the little air compressor at his back began to hum, ready to turn the thin wisp of Mars' atmosphere into a barely breathable pressure. He tested the Marspeaker -- an amplifier and speaker in another pouch, designed to raise the volume of his voice to a level where it would carry through even the air of Mars.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_10": "He stood up, grabbing for his bag, and spinning the drummer aside. He jerked forward, and caught the driver's shoulder. \"Getting off!\"\n\nThe driver shrugged his hand away. \"Don't be crazy, mister! They -- \" He turned, saw it was Gordon, and his face turned blank. \"It's your life, buster,\" he said, and reached for the brake. <|Q|>\"I'll give you five minutes to get into coveralls and helmet and out through the airlock.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon needed less than that; he'd practiced all the way from Earth. The transparent plastic of the coveralls went on easily enough, and his hands found the seals quickly. He slipped his few possessions into a bag at his belt, slid the knife into a spring holster above his wrist, and picked up the bowl-shaped helmet. It seated on a plastic seal, and the little air compressor at his back began to hum, ready to turn the thin wisp of Mars' atmosphere into a barely breathable pressure. He tested the Marspeaker -- an amplifier and speaker in another pouch, designed to raise the volume of his voice to a level where it would carry through even the air of Mars.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_11": "The seal suddenly quivered, indicating that metal inside had been withdrawn. Gordon grinned tautly, stepped through, and pushed the blade against the inner plastic.\n\n\"All right, all right,\" a voice whined out of the darkness. <|Q|>\"You don't have to puncture my seal. You're in.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Then call them off!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_12": "\"Then call them off!\"\n\nA wheezing chuckle answered him, and a phosphor bulb glowed weakly, shedding some light on a filthy hall. \"Okay, boys,\" the voice said, <|Q|>\"come on down. He's alone, anyhow. What's pushing, stranger?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"A yellow ticket,\" Gordon told him, \"and a government allotment that'll last me two weeks in the dome. I figure on making it last six here, and don't let my being a firster give you hot palms. My brother was Lanny Gordon!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_1": "The following morning while Chris was telling Mr. Wicker of the ammunition being loaded on the Venture, Becky Boozer announced a visit from Captain Blizzard and Elisha Finney.\n\n\"Show them in, Becky,\" Mr. Wicker told her. To Chris he said, <|Q|>\"I wonder what brings them here so early? It must be a matter of some importance. Stay with me, Christopher. I shall present you to the Captain.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe extraordinary pair came in and Chris was introduced to Captain Blizzard and Mr. Finney. The Captain was all smiles except for his eyes; Chris noted that his eyes did not smile at all. Mr. Finney, true to form, cast down his eyes, sighed, and let the corners of his wide thin lips droop almost to his chin.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_14": "It seemed to work. A huge man oozed out of the shadows, his gray face contorting its doughy fat into a yellow-toothed grin, and a filthy hand waved back the others. There were a few wisps of long, gray hair on the head and face, and they quivered as he moved forward.\n\n<|Q|>\"Looking for a room?\"<|Q|> he whined.\n\n\"I'm looking for Mother Corey.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_16": "\"I'm looking for Mother Corey.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Then you're looking at him, cobber. Sleep on the floor, want a bunk, squat with four, or room and duchess to yourself?\"<|Q|>\n\nThere was a period of haggling, followed by a wait as Mother Corey kicked four grumbling men out of a four-by-seven hole on the second floor. Gordon's money had carried more weight than his brother's reputation; for that, Corey humored his guest's wish for privacy. \"All yours, cobber, while your crackle's blue.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_5": "He paused and glanced at Mr. Finney who nodded forlornly, his mouth drooping.\n\n<|Q|>\"But 'tis not so.\"<|Q|> The Captain looked with anxious eyes at Mr. Wicker. \"Early this morning Ned Cilley brought me the information that the Venture is to sail to the China seas.\"\n\nMr. Wicker's face was grave but showed no surprise. \"I knew some trouble was ahead,\" he said slowly, \"but did not know what form it was to take.\" He paused. \"News of sailings and destinations get about so rapidly, it is more than likely that someone overheard the destination of the Mirabelle, and sold his knowledge to Captain Chew. Although", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_4": "\"Well, Captain, what brings you here so betimes? No trouble of any kind, I trust?\"\n\nCaptain Blizzard set down his glass of sherry and cleared his throat. \"Now, sir, needs must I come with unpleasant news, and sorry I am to bring it. I have heard that the Venture plans to sail at any time, and you well know she is a fast-sailing ship.\" He folded his plump hands over his paunch and twiddled his thumbs with agitation. <|Q|>\"Sir, it has been noised about that the Venture is headed for the West Indies.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe paused and glanced at Mr. Finney who nodded forlornly, his mouth drooping.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_18": "It was a filthy, dark place. In one corner was an unsheeted bed. There was a rusty bucket for water, a hole kicked through the floor for waste water. Plumbing, and such luxuries, apparently hadn't existed for years -- except for the small cistern and worn water-recovery plant in the basement, beside the tired-looking weeds in the hydroponic tanks that tried unsuccessfully to keep the air breathable.\n\n<|Q|>\"What about a lock on the door?\"<|Q|> Gordon asked.\n\n\"What good would it do you? Got a different way here, we have. One credit a week, and you get Mother Corey's word nobody busts in. And it sticks, cobber -- one way or the other.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_19": "\"What about a lock on the door?\" Gordon asked.\n\n<|Q|>\"What good would it do you? Got a different way here, we have. One credit a week, and you get Mother Corey's word nobody busts in. And it sticks, cobber -- one way or the other.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon paid, and tossed his pouch on the filthy bed. With a little work, the place could be cleaned enough.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_21": "He pulled the cards out of his pouch, trying to be casual. Mother Corey stood staring at the pack while Bruce Gordon changed out of his airsuit, gagging faintly as the full effluvium of the place hit him. \"Where does a man eat around here?\"\n\nMother Corey pried his eyes off the cards and ran a thick tongue over heavy lips. <|Q|>\"Eh? Oh. Eat. There's a place about ten blocks back. Cobber, stop teasing me! With elections coming up, and the boys loaded with vote money back in town -- with a deck of cheaters like that -- you want to eat?\"<|Q|>\n\nHe picked the deck up fondly, while a faraway look came into his clouded eyes. \"Same ones -- same identical ones I wore out nigh twenty years ago. Smuggled two decks up here. Set to clean up -- and I did, for a while.\" He shook his head sadly, and handed the deck back to Gordon. \"Come on down. For the sight of these, I'll give you the lay for your pitch. And when your luck's made or broken, remember Mother Corey was your friend first, and your old Mother can get longer use from them than you can.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_7": "\"But 'tis not so.\" The Captain looked with anxious eyes at Mr. Wicker. \"Early this morning Ned Cilley brought me the information that the Venture is to sail to the China seas.\"\n\nMr. Wicker's face was grave but showed no surprise. <|Q|>\"I knew some trouble was ahead,\"<|Q|> he said slowly, \"but did not know what form it was to take.\" He paused. \"News of sailings and destinations get about so rapidly, it is more than likely that someone overheard the destination of the Mirabelle, and sold his knowledge to Captain Chew. Although,\" he added thoughtfully, \"I think Claggett Chew guessed it. Well,\" and Mr. Wicker looked alertly at the two men, \"what advice do you give me?\"\n\nCaptain Blizzard wagged his head.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_20": "Gordon paid, and tossed his pouch on the filthy bed. With a little work, the place could be cleaned enough.\n\nHe pulled the cards out of his pouch, trying to be casual. Mother Corey stood staring at the pack while Bruce Gordon changed out of his airsuit, gagging faintly as the full effluvium of the place hit him. <|Q|>\"Where does a man eat around here?\"<|Q|>\n\nMother Corey pried his eyes off the cards and ran a thick tongue over heavy lips. \"Eh? Oh. Eat. There's a place about ten blocks back. Cobber, stop teasing me! With elections coming up, and the boys loaded with vote money back in town -- with a deck of cheaters like that -- you want to eat?\"", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_1": "Captain Nemo was waiting for me.\n\n\u201cProfessor Aronnax,\u201d he said to me, <|Q|>\u201care you ready to start?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI\u2019m ready.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_10": "\"Early this morning Ned Cilley brought me the information that the Venture is to sail to the China seas.\"\n\nMr. Wicker's face was grave but showed no surprise. \"I knew some trouble was ahead,\" he said slowly, \"but did not know what form it was to take.\" He paused. \"News of sailings and destinations get about so rapidly, it is more than likely that someone overheard the destination of the Mirabelle, and sold his knowledge to Captain Chew. Although,\" he added thoughtfully, <|Q|>\"I think Claggett Chew guessed it. Well,\"<|Q|> and Mr. Wicker looked alertly at the two men, \"what advice do you give me?\"\n\nCaptain Blizzard wagged his head. \"Nay sir, 'tis for orders that I came to you. It is for you to say.\"", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_2": "\u201cProfessor Aronnax,\u201d he said to me, \u201care you ready to start?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019m ready.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cKindly follow me.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_13": "Captain Blizzard wagged his head. \"Nay sir, 'tis for orders that I came to you. It is for you to say.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"How soon can the Mirabelle put to sea?\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker asked, and Chris's heart skipped a beat.\n\n\"At any time, sir,\" the Captain at once replied. \"We have nearly water enough, and quite sufficient stores. The men are all assembled.\"", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_5": "\u201cWhat about my companions, captain?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThey\u2019ve been alerted and are waiting for us.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAren\u2019t we going to put on our diving suits?\u201d I asked.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_15": "\"How soon can the Mirabelle put to sea?\" Mr. Wicker asked, and Chris's heart skipped a beat.\n\n\"At any time, sir,\" the Captain at once replied. <|Q|>\"We have nearly water enough, and quite sufficient stores. The men are all assembled.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe Captain fell silent and no one spoke for several minutes. Mr. Wicker leaning his chin on his folded hands was lost in thought.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_14": "\"How soon can the Mirabelle put to sea?\" Mr. Wicker asked, and Chris's heart skipped a beat.\n\n<|Q|>\"At any time, sir,\"<|Q|> the Captain at once replied. \"We have nearly water enough, and quite sufficient stores. The men are all assembled.\"\n\nThe Captain fell silent and no one spoke for several minutes. Mr. Wicker leaning his chin on his folded hands was lost in thought.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_16": "The Captain, with surprising briskness for so large a man, pulled some folded charts from his pocket. Without a word the three men rose and went over to the table, pushing aside the china bowl filled with flowers to spread the charts flat on the table top. Captain Blizzard leaned his knuckles on the boards.\n\n<|Q|>\"The tide will be high at midnight, sir,\"<|Q|> he informed them. \"See\" -- he pointed a short forefinger at a spot on one chart -- \"here is the sandbar that the tide covers for but a short time, and should there be other ships crowding the river near this point, we must slip through there then or not at all.\"\n\nMr. Wicker examined the charts and nodded. \"Very well,\" he said, \"so must it be,\" and Chris felt that his heartbeat would stifle him, it pounded so fast and thickly in his throat. All at once, looking up at the thoughtful face of his master, Chris longed to be able to stay safe at home. The imminent journey, so far and perhaps so perilous, seemed suddenly too much for him. Mr. Wicker had taken the river charts and rolled them up, and now turned to the Captain and first mate.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_18": "Mr. Wicker examined the charts and nodded. \"Very well,\" he said, \"so must it be,\" and Chris felt that his heartbeat would stifle him, it pounded so fast and thickly in his throat. All at once, looking up at the thoughtful face of his master, Chris longed to be able to stay safe at home. The imminent journey, so far and perhaps so perilous, seemed suddenly too much for him. Mr. Wicker had taken the river charts and rolled them up, and now turned to the Captain and first mate.\n\n<|Q|>\"Captain Blizzard, and you, Mr. Finney,\"<|Q|> he said, \"should water casks be seen going on board, the whole of Georgetown will know you mean to sail. I therefore ask you to so contrive it that the casks be hidden in bales or boxes so that they seem to be anything but what they are.\" He tapped the rolled charts thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. \"Our only chance to steal a march on the Venture will be to sail at least a day before her.\" The two men listening nodded in agreement.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_2": "It was a big if, and a vague one. They needed men on Mars who could act as links in their information bureau, and be ready to work on their side when the expected trouble came. They wanted men who could serve them loyally, even without orders. If he did them enough service, they might let him back to Earth. If he caused trouble enough, they could still ship him to Mercury.\n\n<|Q|>\"And suppose nothing happens?\"<|Q|> he asked.\n\n\"Then who cares? You're just lucky enough to be alive.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_19": "Mr. Wicker examined the charts and nodded. \"Very well,\" he said, \"so must it be,\" and Chris felt that his heartbeat would stifle him, it pounded so fast and thickly in his throat. All at once, looking up at the thoughtful face of his master, Chris longed to be able to stay safe at home. The imminent journey, so far and perhaps so perilous, seemed suddenly too much for him. Mr. Wicker had taken the river charts and rolled them up, and now turned to the Captain and first mate.\n\n\"Captain Blizzard, and you, Mr. Finney,\" he said, <|Q|>\"should water casks be seen going on board, the whole of Georgetown will know you mean to sail. I therefore ask you to so contrive it that the casks be hidden in bales or boxes so that they seem to be anything but what they are.\"<|Q|> He tapped the rolled charts thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. \"Our only chance to steal a march on the Venture will be to sail at least a day before her.\" The two men listening nodded in agreement. \"There is one other thing. Your orders for where you are to anchor, once near China, will be secret, and carried on the person of this boy.\" He laid one hand on Chris's shoulder. \"He has a task of utmost secrecy to carry out and will require your help, encouragement, and silence.\"", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_14": "I had one question left to address to Captain Nemo.\n\n\u201cWhat about our weapons?\u201d I asked him. <|Q|>\u201cOur rifles?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cRifles! What for? Don\u2019t your mountaineers attack bears dagger in hand? And isn\u2019t steel surer than lead? Here\u2019s a sturdy blade. Slip it under your belt and let\u2019s be off.\u201d", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_15": "\u201cWhat about our weapons?\u201d I asked him. \u201cOur rifles?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cRifles! What for? Don\u2019t your mountaineers attack bears dagger in hand? And isn\u2019t steel surer than lead? Here\u2019s a sturdy blade. Slip it under your belt and let\u2019s be off.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI stared at my companions. They were armed in the same fashion, and Ned Land was also brandishing an enormous harpoon he had stowed in the skiff before leaving the Nautilus.", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_16": "Captain Nemo\u2019s first words were spoken to the Canadian.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThank you, Mr. Land,\u201d<|Q|> he told him.\n\n\u201cTit for tat, captain,\u201d Ned Land replied. \u201cI owed it to you.\u201d", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_17": "\u201cThank you, Mr. Land,\u201d he told him.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTit for tat, captain,\u201d<|Q|> Ned Land replied. \u201cI owed it to you.\u201d\n\nThe ghost of a smile glided across the captain\u2019s lips, and that was all.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_26": "He strode over to the window looking out to his gardens and the trees where the apples showed their russet cheeks.\n\n\"Leave me these charts for yet a little while, and I shall ponder on our plans,\" said Mr. Wicker. He turned. <|Q|>\"See that the water casks are taken on at once, Captain, and hidden, and make a place for Christopher, here,\"<|Q|> and at a beseeching look from Chris he added with a smile, \"and Amos.\"\n\nNo sooner were the Captain and Mr. Finney gone than Chris spoke up in great excitement. \"Mr. Wicker, sir, I have a plan! May we look at the river charts again?\"", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_18": "\u201cThank you, Mr. Land,\u201d he told him.\n\n\u201cTit for tat, captain,\u201d Ned Land replied. <|Q|>\u201cI owed it to you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe ghost of a smile glided across the captain\u2019s lips, and that was all.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_0": "The following morning while Chris was telling Mr. Wicker of the ammunition being loaded on the Venture, Becky Boozer announced a visit from Captain Blizzard and Elisha Finney.\n\n<|Q|>\"Show them in, Becky,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker told her. To Chris he said, \"I wonder what brings them here so early? It must be a matter of some importance. Stay with me, Christopher. I shall present you to the Captain.\"\n\nThe extraordinary pair came in and Chris was introduced to Captain Blizzard and Mr. Finney. The Captain was all smiles except for his eyes; Chris noted that his eyes did not smile at all. Mr. Finney, true to form, cast down his eyes, sighed, and let the corners of his wide thin lips droop almost to his chin.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_13": "A wheezing chuckle answered him, and a phosphor bulb glowed weakly, shedding some light on a filthy hall. \"Okay, boys,\" the voice said, \"come on down. He's alone, anyhow. What's pushing, stranger?\"\n\n\"A yellow ticket,\" Gordon told him, <|Q|>\"and a government allotment that'll last me two weeks in the dome. I figure on making it last six here, and don't let my being a firster give you hot palms. My brother was Lanny Gordon!\"<|Q|>\n\nIt happened to be true, though Bruce Gordon hadn't seen his brother from the time the man had left the family, as a young punk, to the day they finally convicted him on his twenty-first murder. But here, if it was like places he'd known on Earth, even second-hand contact with \"muscle\" was useful.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_2": "Mr. Wicker spoke first.\n\n<|Q|>\"Well, Captain, what brings you here so betimes? No trouble of any kind, I trust?\"<|Q|>\n\nCaptain Blizzard set down his glass of sherry and cleared his throat. \"Now, sir, needs must I come with unpleasant news, and sorry I am to bring it. I have heard that the Venture plans to sail at any time, and you well know she is a fast-sailing ship.\" He folded his plump hands over his paunch and twiddled his thumbs with agitation. \"Sir, it has been noised about that the Venture is headed for the West Indies.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_3": "\"Well, Captain, what brings you here so betimes? No trouble of any kind, I trust?\"\n\nCaptain Blizzard set down his glass of sherry and cleared his throat. <|Q|>\"Now, sir, needs must I come with unpleasant news, and sorry I am to bring it. I have heard that the Venture plans to sail at any time, and you well know she is a fast-sailing ship.\"<|Q|> He folded his plump hands over his paunch and twiddled his thumbs with agitation. \"Sir, it has been noised about that the Venture is headed for the West Indies.\"\n\nHe paused and glanced at Mr. Finney who nodded forlornly, his mouth drooping.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_15": "\"Looking for a room?\" he whined.\n\n<|Q|>\"I'm looking for Mother Corey.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Then you're looking at him, cobber. Sleep on the floor, want a bunk, squat with four, or room and duchess to yourself?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_17": "\"Then you're looking at him, cobber. Sleep on the floor, want a bunk, squat with four, or room and duchess to yourself?\"\n\nThere was a period of haggling, followed by a wait as Mother Corey kicked four grumbling men out of a four-by-seven hole on the second floor. Gordon's money had carried more weight than his brother's reputation; for that, Corey humored his guest's wish for privacy. <|Q|>\"All yours, cobber, while your crackle's blue.\"<|Q|>\n\nIt was a filthy, dark place. In one corner was an unsheeted bed. There was a rusty bucket for water, a hole kicked through the floor for waste water. Plumbing, and such luxuries, apparently hadn't existed for years -- except for the small cistern and worn water-recovery plant in the basement, beside the tired-looking weeds in the hydroponic tanks that tried unsuccessfully to keep the air breathable.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_3": "'I was going along this road one day, when I met a merchant travelling with a great train of camels laden with merchandise -- -- '\n\n'Very likely,' murmured the farmer; <|Q|>'I've seen that kind of thing myself.'<|Q|>\n\n'No less than one hundred and one camels,' continued the bunniah, 'all tied together by their nose strings -- nose to tail -- and stretching along the road for almost half a mile -- -- '", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_8": "\"But 'tis not so.\" The Captain looked with anxious eyes at Mr. Wicker. \"Early this morning Ned Cilley brought me the information that the Venture is to sail to the China seas.\"\n\nMr. Wicker's face was grave but showed no surprise. \"I knew some trouble was ahead,\" he said slowly, <|Q|>\"but did not know what form it was to take.\"<|Q|> He paused. \"News of sailings and destinations get about so rapidly, it is more than likely that someone overheard the destination of the Mirabelle, and sold his knowledge to Captain Chew. Although,\" he added thoughtfully, \"I think Claggett Chew guessed it. Well,\" and Mr. Wicker looked alertly at the two men, \"what advice do you give me?\"\n\nCaptain Blizzard wagged his head. \"Nay sir, 'tis for orders that I came to you. It is for you to say.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_9": "\"But 'tis not so.\" The Captain looked with anxious eyes at Mr. Wicker. \"Early this morning Ned Cilley brought me the information that the Venture is to sail to the China seas.\"\n\nMr. Wicker's face was grave but showed no surprise. \"I knew some trouble was ahead,\" he said slowly, \"but did not know what form it was to take.\" He paused. <|Q|>\"News of sailings and destinations get about so rapidly, it is more than likely that someone overheard the destination of the Mirabelle, and sold his knowledge to Captain Chew. Although,\"<|Q|> he added thoughtfully, \"I think Claggett Chew guessed it. Well,\" and Mr. Wicker looked alertly at the two men, \"what advice do you give me?\"\n\nCaptain Blizzard wagged his head. \"Nay sir, 'tis for orders that I came to you. It is for you to say.\"", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_0": "Captain Nemo was waiting for me.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cProfessor Aronnax,\u201d<|Q|> he said to me, \u201care you ready to start?\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m ready.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_11": "Mr. Wicker's face was grave but showed no surprise. \"I knew some trouble was ahead,\" he said slowly, \"but did not know what form it was to take.\" He paused. \"News of sailings and destinations get about so rapidly, it is more than likely that someone overheard the destination of the Mirabelle, and sold his knowledge to Captain Chew. Although,\" he added thoughtfully, \"I think Claggett Chew guessed it. Well,\" and Mr. Wicker looked alertly at the two men, <|Q|>\"what advice do you give me?\"<|Q|>\n\nCaptain Blizzard wagged his head. \"Nay sir, 'tis for orders that I came to you. It is for you to say.\"", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_10": "'Well,' said the bunniah, who was now warming to his task, 'the princess shook her head, and sprang up, clapping her hand on her eye. \"Oh dear!\" she cried, \"I've got something in my eye, and how it does smart!\"'\n\n<|Q|>'It always does,'<|Q|> observed the farmer, 'perfectly true. Well, what did the poor thing do?'\n\n'At the sound of her cries, the maid came running to her assistance. \"Let me look,\" said she; and with that she gave the princess's eyelid a twitch, and out came a camel, which the maid put in her pocket -- ' ('Ah!' grunted the farmer) -- 'and then she just twisted up the corner of her headcloth and fished a hundred more of them out of the princess's eye, and popped them all into her pocket with the other.'", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_4": "\u201cKindly follow me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat about my companions, captain?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThey\u2019ve been alerted and are waiting for us.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_12": "\" he said slowly, \"but did not know what form it was to take.\" He paused. \"News of sailings and destinations get about so rapidly, it is more than likely that someone overheard the destination of the Mirabelle, and sold his knowledge to Captain Chew. Although,\" he added thoughtfully, \"I think Claggett Chew guessed it. Well,\" and Mr. Wicker looked alertly at the two men, \"what advice do you give me?\"\n\nCaptain Blizzard wagged his head. <|Q|>\"Nay sir, 'tis for orders that I came to you. It is for you to say.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"How soon can the Mirabelle put to sea?\" Mr. Wicker asked, and Chris's heart skipped a beat.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_13": "Here the bunniah gasped as one who is out of breath, but the farmer looked at him slowly. 'Well?' said he.\n\n<|Q|>'I can't think of anything more now,'<|Q|> replied the bunniah. 'Besides, that is the end; what do you say to it?'\n\n'Wonderful,' replied the farmer, 'and no doubt perfectly true!'", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_6": "\u201cThey\u2019ve been alerted and are waiting for us.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAren\u2019t we going to put on our diving suits?\u201d<|Q|> I asked.\n\n\u201cNot yet. I haven\u2019t let the Nautilus pull too near the coast, and we\u2019re fairly well out from the Mannar oysterbank. But I have the skiff ready, and it will take us to the exact spot where we\u2019ll disembark, which will save us a pretty long trek. It\u2019s carrying our diving equipment, and we\u2019ll suit up just before we begin our underwater exploring.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_17": "The Captain, with surprising briskness for so large a man, pulled some folded charts from his pocket. Without a word the three men rose and went over to the table, pushing aside the china bowl filled with flowers to spread the charts flat on the table top. Captain Blizzard leaned his knuckles on the boards.\n\n\"The tide will be high at midnight, sir,\" he informed them. \"See\" -- he pointed a short forefinger at a spot on one chart -- <|Q|>\"here is the sandbar that the tide covers for but a short time, and should there be other ships crowding the river near this point, we must slip through there then or not at all.\"<|Q|>\n\nMr. Wicker examined the charts and nodded. \"Very well,\" he said, \"so must it be,\" and Chris felt that his heartbeat would stifle him, it pounded so fast and thickly in his throat. All at once, looking up at the thoughtful face of his master, Chris longed to be able to stay safe at home. The imminent journey, so far and perhaps so perilous, seemed suddenly too much for him. Mr. Wicker had taken the river charts and rolled them up, and now turned to the Captain and first mate.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_17": "'Wonderful,' replied the farmer, 'and no doubt perfectly true!'\n\n'Well, it is your turn,' said the bunniah. <|Q|>'I am so anxious to hear your story. I am sure it will be very interesting.'<|Q|>\n\n'Yes, I think it will,' answered the farmer, and he began:", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_16": "'Wonderful,' replied the farmer, 'and no doubt perfectly true!'\n\n<|Q|>'Well, it is your turn,'<|Q|> said the bunniah. 'I am so anxious to hear your story. I am sure it will be very interesting.'\n\n'Yes, I think it will,' answered the farmer, and he began:", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_12": "Soon we were imprisoned up to the neck in india-rubber clothing, and straps fastened the air devices onto our backs. As for the Ruhmkorff device, it didn\u2019t seem to be in the picture. Before inserting my head into its copper capsule, I commented on this to the captain.\n\n\u201cOur lighting equipment would be useless to us,\u201d the captain answered me. <|Q|>\u201cWe won\u2019t be going very deep, and the sun\u2019s rays will be sufficient to light our way. Besides, it\u2019s unwise to carry electric lanterns under these waves. Their brightness might unexpectedly attract certain dangerous occupants of these waterways.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAs Captain Nemo pronounced these words, I turned to Conseil and Ned Land. But my two friends had already encased their craniums in their metal headgear, and they could neither hear nor reply.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_18": "'Well, it is your turn,' said the bunniah. 'I am so anxious to hear your story. I am sure it will be very interesting.'\n\n<|Q|>'Yes, I think it will,'<|Q|> answered the farmer, and he began:\n\n'My father was a very prosperous man. Five cows he had, and three yoke of oxen, and half a dozen buffaloes, and goats in abundance; but of all his possessions the thing he loved best was a mare. A well bred mare she was -- oh, a very fine mare!'", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_23": "[Illustration]\n\n\"Not only that,\" Mr. Wicker went on, <|Q|>\"but his presence on the ship must not be known until the Mirabelle is well to sea.\"<|Q|> He glanced down meditatively at Chris. \"I shall arrange to bring him aboard somehow, and give you your sailing orders later.\"\n\nHe strode over to the window looking out to his gardens and the trees where the apples showed their russet cheeks.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_21": "\" he said, \"should water casks be seen going on board, the whole of Georgetown will know you mean to sail. I therefore ask you to so contrive it that the casks be hidden in bales or boxes so that they seem to be anything but what they are.\" He tapped the rolled charts thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. \"Our only chance to steal a march on the Venture will be to sail at least a day before her.\" The two men listening nodded in agreement. <|Q|>\"There is one other thing. Your orders for where you are to anchor, once near China, will be secret, and carried on the person of this boy.\"<|Q|> He laid one hand on Chris's shoulder. \"He has a task of utmost secrecy to carry out and will require your help, encouragement, and silence.\"\n\nCaptain Blizzard and Mr. Finney looked solemnly at Chris who looked as solemnly back.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_23": "'Wheat does when it gets a fair chance,' said the bunniah.\n\n<|Q|>'Yes; and the next thing we knew was that there was a crop of wheat on that horse's back as big as anything you ever saw in a hundred-acre field, and we had to hire twenty men to reap it!'<|Q|>\n\n'One generally has to hire extra hands for reaping,' said the bunniah.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_24": "[Illustration]\n\n\"Not only that,\" Mr. Wicker went on, \"but his presence on the ship must not be known until the Mirabelle is well to sea.\" He glanced down meditatively at Chris. <|Q|>\"I shall arrange to bring him aboard somehow, and give you your sailing orders later.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe strode over to the window looking out to his gardens and the trees where the apples showed their russet cheeks.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_25": "He strode over to the window looking out to his gardens and the trees where the apples showed their russet cheeks.\n\n<|Q|>\"Leave me these charts for yet a little while, and I shall ponder on our plans,\"<|Q|> said Mr. Wicker. He turned. \"See that the water casks are taken on at once, Captain, and hidden, and make a place for Christopher, here,\" and at a beseeching look from Chris he added with a smile, \"and Amos.\"\n\nNo sooner were the Captain and Mr. Finney gone than Chris spoke up in great excitement. \"Mr. Wicker, sir, I have a plan! May we look at the river charts again?\"", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_19": "The ghost of a smile glided across the captain\u2019s lips, and that was all.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo the Nautilus,\u201d<|Q|> he said.\n\nThe longboat flew over the waves. A few minutes later we encountered the shark\u2019s corpse again, floating.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_27": "\"Leave me these charts for yet a little while, and I shall ponder on our plans,\" said Mr. Wicker. He turned. \"See that the water casks are taken on at once, Captain, and hidden, and make a place for Christopher, here,\" and at a beseeching look from Chris he added with a smile, \"and Amos.\"\n\nNo sooner were the Captain and Mr. Finney gone than Chris spoke up in great excitement. <|Q|>\"Mr. Wicker, sir, I have a plan! May we look at the river charts again?\"<|Q|>\n\nMaster and pupil spread out the charts once more, and Chris pointed eagerly.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_27": "The bunniah here flashed a furious glance at his companion, but bit his lips and held his peace.\n\n<|Q|>'\"I haven't tasted food for a week. Oh! great master, let me have the loan of sixteen maunds of wheat from your store, and I will repay you.\"'<|Q|>\n\n'\"Certainly, neighbour,\" answered my father; \"take what you need, and repay it as you can.\"'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_0": "'I was just thinking how dull I felt, when I beheld you, but since we are going the same way, I shall find the road quite short in such agreeable company.'\n\n<|Q|>'With all my heart,'<|Q|> replied the farmer; 'but what shall we talk about? A city man like you will not care to hear about cattle and crops.'\n\n'Oh,' said the bunniah, 'I'll tell you what we will do. We will each tell the other the wildest tale we can imagine, and he who first throws doubt on the other's story shall pay him a hundred rupees.'", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_29": "Master and pupil spread out the charts once more, and Chris pointed eagerly.\n\n\"Look, sir! Here is the sandbar, and here\" -- he put his finger down -- <|Q|>\"the Venture. Or she was, yesterday. Now sir, the sandbar being just below and ahead of the Venture, once the Mirabelle has slipped by, wouldn't it be too bad if something happened to make the Venture drift with the tide and run aground?\"<|Q|>\n\nHe looked eagerly up into Mr. Wicker's face and saw in it the reflection of his own excitement.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_31": "Then the bunniah began running his thumb quickly up and down the fingers of his right hand, and his lips moved in quick calculation.\n\n<|Q|>'What is the matter?'<|Q|> asked the farmer.\n\n'The wheat is the cheaper; I'll pay you for the wheat,' said the bunniah, with the calmness of despair, as he remembered that by his own arrangement he was bound to give the farmer a hundred rupees.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_1": "'I was just thinking how dull I felt, when I beheld you, but since we are going the same way, I shall find the road quite short in such agreeable company.'\n\n'With all my heart,' replied the farmer; <|Q|>'but what shall we talk about? A city man like you will not care to hear about cattle and crops.'<|Q|>\n\n'Oh,' said the bunniah, 'I'll tell you what we will do. We will each tell the other the wildest tale we can imagine, and he who first throws doubt on the other's story shall pay him a hundred rupees.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_4": "'Very likely,' murmured the farmer; 'I've seen that kind of thing myself.'\n\n<|Q|>'No less than one hundred and one camels,'<|Q|> continued the bunniah, 'all tied together by their nose strings -- nose to tail -- and stretching along the road for almost half a mile -- -- '\n\n'Well?' said the farmer.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_6": "He paused and glanced at Mr. Finney who nodded forlornly, his mouth drooping.\n\n\"But 'tis not so.\" The Captain looked with anxious eyes at Mr. Wicker. <|Q|>\"Early this morning Ned Cilley brought me the information that the Venture is to sail to the China seas.\"<|Q|>\n\nMr. Wicker's face was grave but showed no surprise. \"I knew some trouble was ahead,\" he said slowly, \"but did not know what form it was to take.\" He paused. \"News of sailings and destinations get about so rapidly, it is more than likely that someone overheard the destination of the Mirabelle, and sold his knowledge to Captain Chew. Although,\" he added thoughtfully, \"I think Claggett Chew guessed it. Well,\" and Mr. Wicker looked alertly at the two men,", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_6": "'Well, a kite swooped down on the foremost camel and bore him off, struggling, into the air, and by reason of them all being tied together the other hundred camels had to follow -- -- '\n\n'Amazing, the strength of that kite!' said the farmer. <|Q|>'But -- well -- yes, doubtless; yes -- well -- one hundred and one camels -- and what did he do with them?'<|Q|>\n\n'You doubt it?' demanded the bunniah.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_5": "'Well, a kite swooped down on the foremost camel and bore him off, struggling, into the air, and by reason of them all being tied together the other hundred camels had to follow -- -- '\n\n<|Q|>'Amazing, the strength of that kite!'<|Q|> said the farmer. 'But -- well -- yes, doubtless; yes -- well -- one hundred and one camels -- and what did he do with them?'\n\n'You doubt it?' demanded the bunniah.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_8": "'it happened that the princess of a neighbouring kingdom was sitting in her private garden, having her hair combed by her maid, and she was looking upward, with her head thrown back, whilst the maid tugged away at the comb, when that wretched kite, with its prey, went soaring overhead; and, as luck would have it, the camels gave an extra kick just then, the kite lost his hold, and the whole hundred and one camels dropped right into the princess's left eye!'\n\n'Poor thing!' said the farmer; <|Q|>'it's so painful having anything in one's eye.'<|Q|>\n\n'Well,' said the bunniah, who was now warming to his task, 'the princess shook her head, and sprang up, clapping her hand on her eye. \"Oh dear!\" she cried, \"I've got something in my eye, and how it does smart!\"'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_9": "'Poor thing!' said the farmer; 'it's so painful having anything in one's eye.'\n\n'Well,' said the bunniah, who was now warming to his task, <|Q|>'the princess shook her head, and sprang up, clapping her hand on her eye. \"Oh dear!\" she cried, \"I've got something in my eye, and how it does smart!\"'<|Q|>\n\n'It always does,' observed the farmer, 'perfectly true. Well, what did the poor thing do?'", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_3": "\u201cI\u2019m ready.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cKindly follow me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat about my companions, captain?\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_11": "'Well,' said the bunniah, who was now warming to his task, 'the princess shook her head, and sprang up, clapping her hand on her eye. \"Oh dear!\" she cried, \"I've got something in my eye, and how it does smart!\"'\n\n'It always does,' observed the farmer, <|Q|>'perfectly true. Well, what did the poor thing do?'<|Q|>\n\n'At the sound of her cries, the maid came running to her assistance. \"Let me look,\" said she; and with that she gave the princess's eyelid a twitch, and out came a camel, which the maid put in her pocket -- ' ('Ah!' grunted the farmer) -- 'and then she just twisted up the corner of her headcloth and fished a hundred more of them out of the princess's eye, and popped them all into her pocket with the other.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_12": "'It always does,' observed the farmer, 'perfectly true. Well, what did the poor thing do?'\n\n'At the sound of her cries, the maid came running to her assistance. \"Let me look,\" said she; and with that she gave the princess's eyelid a twitch, and out came a camel, which the maid put in her pocket -- ' ('Ah!' grunted the farmer) -- <|Q|>'and then she just twisted up the corner of her headcloth and fished a hundred more of them out of the princess's eye, and popped them all into her pocket with the other.'<|Q|>\n\nHere the bunniah gasped as one who is out of breath, but the farmer looked at him slowly. 'Well?' said he.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_14": "Here the bunniah gasped as one who is out of breath, but the farmer looked at him slowly. 'Well?' said he.\n\n'I can't think of anything more now,' replied the bunniah. <|Q|>'Besides, that is the end; what do you say to it?'<|Q|>\n\n'Wonderful,' replied the farmer, 'and no doubt perfectly true!'", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_8": "\u201cNot yet. I haven\u2019t let the Nautilus pull too near the coast, and we\u2019re fairly well out from the Mannar oysterbank. But I have the skiff ready, and it will take us to the exact spot where we\u2019ll disembark, which will save us a pretty long trek. It\u2019s carrying our diving equipment, and we\u2019ll suit up just before we begin our underwater exploring.\u201d\n\nCaptain Nemo took me to the central companionway whose steps led to the platform. Ned and Conseil were there, enraptured with the <|Q|>\u201cpleasure trip\u201d<|Q|> getting under way. Oars in position, five of the Nautilus\u2019s sailors were waiting for us aboard the skiff, which was moored alongside. The night was still dark. Layers of clouds cloaked the sky and left only a few stars in view. My eyes flew to the side where land lay, but I saw only a blurred line covering three-quarters of the horizon from southwest to northwest. Going up Ceylon\u2019s west coast during the night, the Nautilus lay west of the bay, or rather that gulf formed by the mainland and Mannar Island. Under these dark waters there stretched the bank of shellfish, an inexhaustible field of pearls more than twenty miles long.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_15": "'I can't think of anything more now,' replied the bunniah. 'Besides, that is the end; what do you say to it?'\n\n'Wonderful,' replied the farmer, <|Q|>'and no doubt perfectly true!'<|Q|>\n\n'Well, it is your turn,' said the bunniah. 'I am so anxious to hear your story. I am sure it will be very interesting.'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_01_delray_64kb_3": "\"And suppose nothing happens?\" he asked.\n\n<|Q|>\"Then who cares? You're just lucky enough to be alive.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"And what makes you think I'm going to be a spy for Security?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_10": "\"Don't you have an icebox?\" Chris asked, his mouth full.\n\n<|Q|>\"What may that be?\"<|Q|> Becky asked sharply.\n\n\"To keep the food cool,\" Chris answered.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_20": "Mr. Wicker examined the charts and nodded. \"Very well,\" he said, \"so must it be,\" and Chris felt that his heartbeat would stifle him, it pounded so fast and thickly in his throat. All at once, looking up at the thoughtful face of his master, Chris longed to be able to stay safe at home. The imminent journey, so far and perhaps so perilous, seemed suddenly too much for him. Mr. Wicker had taken the river charts and rolled them up, and now turned to the Captain and first mate.\n\n\"Captain Blizzard, and you, Mr. Finney,\" he said, \"should water casks be seen going on board, the whole of Georgetown will know you mean to sail. I therefore ask you to so contrive it that the casks be hidden in bales or boxes so that they seem to be anything but what they are.\" He tapped the rolled charts thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. <|Q|>\"Our only chance to steal a march on the Venture will be to sail at least a day before her.\"<|Q|> The two men listening nodded in agreement. \"There is one other thing. Your orders for where you are to anchor, once near China, will be secret, and carried on the person of this boy.\" He laid one hand on Chris's shoulder. \"He has a task of utmost secrecy to carry out and will require your help, encouragement, and silence.\"\n\nCaptain Blizzard and Mr. Finney looked solemnly at Chris who looked as solemnly back.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_20": "[Illustration: THE BUNNIAH'S STORY]\n\n<|Q|>'It was June,'<|Q|> said the farmer, 'and you know how, in June, the air is full of dust-storms with rain at times? Well, the poor beast got dust in that wound, and what's more, with the dust some grains of wheat, and, what with the dust and the heat and the wet, that wheat sprouted and began to grow!'\n\n'Wheat does when it gets a fair chance,' said the bunniah.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_19": "'Yes, I think it will,' answered the farmer, and he began:\n\n<|Q|>'My father was a very prosperous man. Five cows he had, and three yoke of oxen, and half a dozen buffaloes, and goats in abundance; but of all his possessions the thing he loved best was a mare. A well bred mare she was -- oh, a very fine mare!'<|Q|>\n\n'Yes, yes,' interrupted the bunniah, 'get on!'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_21": "[Illustration: THE BUNNIAH'S STORY]\n\n'It was June,' said the farmer, <|Q|>'and you know how, in June, the air is full of dust-storms with rain at times? Well, the poor beast got dust in that wound, and what's more, with the dust some grains of wheat, and, what with the dust and the heat and the wet, that wheat sprouted and began to grow!'<|Q|>\n\n'Wheat does when it gets a fair chance,' said the bunniah.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_16": "Becky Boozer rested her soapy hands on the edge of the tub and looked at him admiringly over her shoulder.\n\n\"I would never have thought it,\" she said, <|Q|>\"by the look of you. Never in this world. You have brains, young lad, that's what you have. A better idea than that I never heard! Indeed, it is just what I have been a-needin' since years, and that simple I might have thought it out myself! I shall set Master Cilley to work on it when he comes. He's right handy with tools, is Ned Cilley.\"<|Q|>\n\nAt this moment a short knock sounded on the back door, and an instant change came over Becky Boozer. It was impossible to imagine that anyone as ponderous as Becky could be coy, but at the sound of the knock, this is what she became. Wiping her hands hastily on one of many petticoats, she pushed and pulled at her hat (which remained immovable), straightened her fichu, and smoothing her dress, she minced her huge bulk to the door with a welcoming smile.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_17": "A little man scarcely higher than Becky's barrel waist, with a rolling sea gait and twinkling blue eyes, bounced into the room and strained up on tiptoe toward Miss Boozer's blushing cheek. Chris, behind the opened door, had not yet been perceived.\n\n<|Q|>\"Come now, Becky me love!\"<|Q|> shouted Cilley the sailor in a good-humored roar, \"How can I start the day right 'thout a kiss from my Boozer?\"\n\nBecky blushed and simpered and cast down her eyes. \"Get along with you, Cilley! What a way to behave,\" she admonished, delighted and abashed. \"See -- there's company here.\"", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_26": "'A good crop!' murmured the bunniah.\n\n<|Q|>'And your father,'<|Q|> said the farmer, 'a poor wretch, with hardly enough to keep body and soul together -- (the bunniah snorted, but was silent) -- came to my father, and he said, putting his hands together as humble as could be -- -- '\n\nThe bunniah here flashed a furious glance at his companion, but bit his lips and held his peace.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_24": "'Yes; and the next thing we knew was that there was a crop of wheat on that horse's back as big as anything you ever saw in a hundred-acre field, and we had to hire twenty men to reap it!'\n\n<|Q|>'One generally has to hire extra hands for reaping,'<|Q|> said the bunniah.\n\n'And we got four hundred maunds of wheat off that mare's back!' continued the farmer.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_25": "'One generally has to hire extra hands for reaping,' said the bunniah.\n\n<|Q|>'And we got four hundred maunds of wheat off that mare's back!'<|Q|> continued the farmer.\n\n'A good crop!' murmured the bunniah.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_22": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"No -- no!\"<|Q|> Becky put in quickly, and gave Chris a look. \"No. He is a friend of the master's, from -- \" she searched her mind -- \"from another part of the country. He got here last night and slept late, as you see.\"\n\n\"Indeed and indeed!\" said the sailor, settling himself comfortably, and as if for a long stay, in his chair and observing Chris through his keen blue eyes. \"Well, young man,\" he announced genially, \"I am Cilley,\" he said, and stretched out a hard brown hand.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_28": "'\"I haven't tasted food for a week. Oh! great master, let me have the loan of sixteen maunds of wheat from your store, and I will repay you.\"'\n\n<|Q|>'\"Certainly, neighbour,\" answered my father; \"take what you need, and repay it as you can.\"'<|Q|>\n\n'Well?' demanded the bunniah with fury in his eye.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_29": "'Well?' demanded the bunniah with fury in his eye.\n\n<|Q|>'Well, he took the wheat away with him,'<|Q|> replied the farmer; 'but he never repaid it, and it's a debt to this day. Sometimes I wonder whether I shall not go to law about it.'\n\nThen the bunniah began running his thumb quickly up and down the fingers of his right hand, and his lips moved in quick calculation.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_30": "'Well?' demanded the bunniah with fury in his eye.\n\n'Well, he took the wheat away with him,' replied the farmer; <|Q|>'but he never repaid it, and it's a debt to this day. Sometimes I wonder whether I shall not go to law about it.'<|Q|>\n\nThen the bunniah began running his thumb quickly up and down the fingers of his right hand, and his lips moved in quick calculation.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_25": "\"No -- no!\" Becky put in quickly, and gave Chris a look. \"No. He is a friend of the master's, from -- \" she searched her mind -- \"from another part of the country. He got here last night and slept late, as you see.\"\n\n\"Indeed and indeed!\" said the sailor, settling himself comfortably, and as if for a long stay, in his chair and observing Chris through his keen blue eyes. <|Q|>\"Well, young man,\"<|Q|> he announced genially, \"I am Cilley,\" he said, and stretched out a hard brown hand.\n\n\"Christopher Mason,\" Chris said in return, and they solemnly shook hands, taking account of each other as men do when they meet.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_26": "\"Christopher Mason,\" Chris said in return, and they solemnly shook hands, taking account of each other as men do when they meet.\n\n<|Q|>\"I shall sit here, Mistress Becky, by your leave,\"<|Q|> Cilley called out, as if Becky Boozer were a mile away, \"to keep this lad company, as it were.\"\n\n\"So you shall!\" Becky answered warmly, smiling broadly, wrinkles of pleasure at the corners of her eyes. \"And could I tempt you with a morsel, Master Cilley?\"", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_32": "'What is the matter?' asked the farmer.\n\n<|Q|>'The wheat is the cheaper; I'll pay you for the wheat,'<|Q|> said the bunniah, with the calmness of despair, as he remembered that by his own arrangement he was bound to give the farmer a hundred rupees.\n\nAnd to this day they say in those parts, when a man owes a debt: 'Give me the money; or, if not that, give me at least the wheat.'", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_1": "He returned to the examination of the clothes that were obviously laid out for him. There was a fine white shirt with full sleeves and turned-back cuffs. White cotton stockings; knee breeches of a blue-gray worsted material, and matching frock coat with silver carved buttons. Below the chair, Chris saw, was a pair of black leather shoes with polished silver buckles.\n\n<|Q|>\"Fancy dress, huh?\"<|Q|> Chris murmured, and then, as if he had been slapped into full awareness, came the remembrance of the evening before, of Mr. Wicker, and of the dark flickering shop.\n\nChris sat down suddenly on the edge of the bed, his mouth, in spite of all his efforts, drawn down at the corners, and his eyes blank with confusion and misery.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_2": "Chris sat down suddenly on the edge of the bed, his mouth, in spite of all his efforts, drawn down at the corners, and his eyes blank with confusion and misery.\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh my golly!\"<|Q|> Chris said, and stared at the clothes he still held in his hands.\n\nThen another idea struck him, and he jumped up to run to the nearest dormer window, the floorboards, where the sun had lain on them, warm under his bare feet.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_31": "Ned Cilley appeared to consider this invitation from all sides before he gave his reply, cocking his head on one side like a parrot as he reflected. Finally, he answered.\n\n\"How could I refuse when I know your fame as a cook?\" he said with a smile at Becky and a wink at Chris, and put his horny forefinger and thumb the distance of a thread apart. <|Q|>\"But a crumb, Mistress Becky. A morsel. A taste. Just to pay my respects to your art, as it were.\"<|Q|>\n\nThen such a commotion took place in the kitchen. Chris watched flabbergasted, as Becky set before Cilley a meat pie, a large cheese, fruit preserves, two kinds of bread, cakes and cookies, latticed tarts, and pickles in jars. And with a beaming smile Becky drew from a cask a jugful of ale which she set down on the table with a thud.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_3": "As if blissfully unaware that her costume was not the usual one for cooking, the woman hummed and stirred, tasted, and hung up her ladle. But the sight was too much for Chris. Before he could stop it a shout of laughter exploded from his lips. He laughed and laughed, and the indignant expression on the woman's face when she turned, to stand glaring at him with her hands on her jutting hips, only added to Chris's laughter. At last, sobering up somewhat as he realized that his behavior was rude, to put it mildly, Chris stopped and caught his breath, shaken only now and again by a diminishing paroxysm. Seeing the spark of bad temper in the red face of the enormous woman, Chris decided to pour oil on the troubled waters.\n\n\"Good morning, ma'am. I -- I'm Chris Mason, from upstairs, and I'm sorry I laughed so loud. I -- \" he floundered and grabbed desperately at any passing idea \" -- I saw something comical out the window there\" -- he pointed wildly -- <|Q|>\"and it just set me off. I hope I didn't disturb you?\"<|Q|>\n\nMollified, though not entirely, the woman accepted this effort at peacemaking and her face eased a little.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_32": "Then such a commotion took place in the kitchen. Chris watched flabbergasted, as Becky set before Cilley a meat pie, a large cheese, fruit preserves, two kinds of bread, cakes and cookies, latticed tarts, and pickles in jars. And with a beaming smile Becky drew from a cask a jugful of ale which she set down on the table with a thud.\n\n<|Q|>\"Just a morsel, Master Cilley,\"<|Q|> she said, adding in a coaxing tone, \"Try just a taste, to please me.\"\n\nNed Cilley, his eyes winking with anticipation and smacking his lips, attacked the meat pie and the cheese, tarts and pickles, with a will.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_33": "Then such a commotion took place in the kitchen. Chris watched flabbergasted, as Becky set before Cilley a meat pie, a large cheese, fruit preserves, two kinds of bread, cakes and cookies, latticed tarts, and pickles in jars. And with a beaming smile Becky drew from a cask a jugful of ale which she set down on the table with a thud.\n\n\"Just a morsel, Master Cilley,\" she said, adding in a coaxing tone, <|Q|>\"Try just a taste, to please me.\"<|Q|>\n\nNed Cilley, his eyes winking with anticipation and smacking his lips, attacked the meat pie and the cheese, tarts and pickles, with a will.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_5": "She moved to the dresser and took down a mug and plate, the roses and ostrich plumes nodding in evident agreement.\n\n<|Q|>\"So you are Chris, did you say? Christopher, that would be? And I am Mistress Rebecca Boozer, should you be wanting to know. Becky Boozer, they call me.\"<|Q|>\n\nShe bustled over to a covered bowl, dipped out creamy milk with a long-handled dipper, and set bread, butter, and bacon in front of Chris at a table pulled up to one of the window seats.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_6": "She bustled over to a covered bowl, dipped out creamy milk with a long-handled dipper, and set bread, butter, and bacon in front of Chris at a table pulled up to one of the window seats.\n\n<|Q|>\"Eat up now, young man,\"<|Q|> Becky Boozer advised, every red rose and feather accenting her words, \"for Mr. Wicker will be wanting to see you when you have done. It's late. Past eight of the clock.\" She glanced out the window. \"It might be just possible that Master Cilley will be passing by before long for a midmorning snack and here I am gossiping with you instead of getting on with my work.\"\n\nChris ate with a will, looking around as he chewed. The spotless brick floor and the starched curtains at the windows, the shining copper pans hung beside the huge fireplace, were proof of Becky Boozer's housekeeping.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_8": "She bustled over to a covered bowl, dipped out creamy milk with a long-handled dipper, and set bread, butter, and bacon in front of Chris at a table pulled up to one of the window seats.\n\n\"Eat up now, young man,\" Becky Boozer advised, every red rose and feather accenting her words, \"for Mr. Wicker will be wanting to see you when you have done. It's late. Past eight of the clock.\" She glanced out the window. <|Q|>\"It might be just possible that Master Cilley will be passing by before long for a midmorning snack and here I am gossiping with you instead of getting on with my work.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris ate with a will, looking around as he chewed. The spotless brick floor and the starched curtains at the windows, the shining copper pans hung beside the huge fireplace, were proof of Becky Boozer's housekeeping.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_9": "Chris ate with a will, looking around as he chewed. The spotless brick floor and the starched curtains at the windows, the shining copper pans hung beside the huge fireplace, were proof of Becky Boozer's housekeeping.\n\n<|Q|>\"Don't you have an icebox?\"<|Q|> Chris asked, his mouth full.\n\n\"What may that be?\" Becky asked sharply.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_11": "\"What may that be?\" Becky asked sharply.\n\n<|Q|>\"To keep the food cool,\"<|Q|> Chris answered.\n\nBecky stopped to consider this, her hands on her hips. \"We have a larder on the cool side of the house, if that be what you mean,\" she told him, nodding. \"Keeps the food pretty well up to April or May. Then the heat makes everything go. Oh! This heat! Prosperity, Maryland, where I come from, and on the sea coast as it is, was never like this!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_38": "\"You must keep your strength up, Ned Cilley,\" she admonished, \"for 'tis a hard life that you lead,\" she warned him.\n\nNed paused long enough to swallow. \"Aye, that it is, that it is!\" he agreed, wagging his head, champing his jaws, and digging into the food. <|Q|>\"A hard life, has a sailor,\"<|Q|> Ned said with an effort at sorrow, which failed signally, and he took a great draught of the ale.\n\nAfter a while Cilley slowed, wiped his mouth with his hand and leaned back in his chair, rolling a dazed eye at the anxious face of the waiting Becky Boozer.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_12": "\"To keep the food cool,\" Chris answered.\n\nBecky stopped to consider this, her hands on her hips. <|Q|>\"We have a larder on the cool side of the house, if that be what you mean,\"<|Q|> she told him, nodding. \"Keeps the food pretty well up to April or May. Then the heat makes everything go. Oh! This heat! Prosperity, Maryland, where I come from, and on the sea coast as it is, was never like this!\"\n\nA table with a wooden tub and dishes stacked nearby caught Chris's eye. Buckets of water stood beneath the table, and presently Becky Boozer took off a small pot of steaming water from a hook above the fire, poured it in the tub, and dipped cold water from one of the buckets into it.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_13": "\"To keep the food cool,\" Chris answered.\n\nBecky stopped to consider this, her hands on her hips. \"We have a larder on the cool side of the house, if that be what you mean,\" she told him, nodding. <|Q|>\"Keeps the food pretty well up to April or May. Then the heat makes everything go. Oh! This heat! Prosperity, Maryland, where I come from, and on the sea coast as it is, was never like this!\"<|Q|>\n\nA table with a wooden tub and dishes stacked nearby caught Chris's eye. Buckets of water stood beneath the table, and presently Becky Boozer took off a small pot of steaming water from a hook above the fire, poured it in the tub, and dipped cold water from one of the buckets into it.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_42": "Becky curtsied and giggled, her fabulous hat shaking as if with a secret all its own. Just then a bell tinkled, at the end of the kitchen passage.\n\n<|Q|>\"That will be the master,\"<|Q|> Becky said, bustling away. Then she turned. \"I shall be back, Master Cilley! I pray you, do not leave!\"\n\nChris seized his opportunity. \"Please, Master Cilley,\" he asked, leaning across the empty plates in his interest, \"Why does she wear that queer hat?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_41": "After a while Cilley slowed, wiped his mouth with his hand and leaned back in his chair, rolling a dazed eye at the anxious face of the waiting Becky Boozer.\n\n\"Mistress Boozer,\" he announced, \"I am a new man.\" He heaved a sigh of repletion. <|Q|>\"You have saved me again. Ah! Mistress Becky, what a treasure you are!\"<|Q|>\n\nBecky curtsied and giggled, her fabulous hat shaking as if with a secret all its own. Just then a bell tinkled, at the end of the kitchen passage.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_22": "'It was June,' said the farmer, 'and you know how, in June, the air is full of dust-storms with rain at times? Well, the poor beast got dust in that wound, and what's more, with the dust some grains of wheat, and, what with the dust and the heat and the wet, that wheat sprouted and began to grow!'\n\n<|Q|>'Wheat does when it gets a fair chance,'<|Q|> said the bunniah.\n\n'Yes; and the next thing we knew was that there was a crop of wheat on that horse's back as big as anything you ever saw in a hundred-acre field, and we had to hire twenty men to reap it!'", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_43": "Becky curtsied and giggled, her fabulous hat shaking as if with a secret all its own. Just then a bell tinkled, at the end of the kitchen passage.\n\n\"That will be the master,\" Becky said, bustling away. Then she turned. <|Q|>\"I shall be back, Master Cilley! I pray you, do not leave!\"<|Q|>\n\nChris seized his opportunity. \"Please, Master Cilley,\" he asked, leaning across the empty plates in his interest, \"Why does she wear that queer hat?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_18": "A little man scarcely higher than Becky's barrel waist, with a rolling sea gait and twinkling blue eyes, bounced into the room and strained up on tiptoe toward Miss Boozer's blushing cheek. Chris, behind the opened door, had not yet been perceived.\n\n\"Come now, Becky me love!\" shouted Cilley the sailor in a good-humored roar, <|Q|>\"How can I start the day right 'thout a kiss from my Boozer?\"<|Q|>\n\nBecky blushed and simpered and cast down her eyes. \"Get along with you, Cilley! What a way to behave,\" she admonished, delighted and abashed. \"See -- there's company here.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_44": "\"That will be the master,\" Becky said, bustling away. Then she turned. \"I shall be back, Master Cilley! I pray you, do not leave!\"\n\nChris seized his opportunity. <|Q|>\"Please, Master Cilley,\"<|Q|> he asked, leaning across the empty plates in his interest, \"Why does she wear that queer hat?\"\n\nMaster Cilley cocked an eye at the boy before him, picked comfortably at his teeth with an iron nail which he took from his pocket, and loosened his belt buckle.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_45": "\"That will be the master,\" Becky said, bustling away. Then she turned. \"I shall be back, Master Cilley! I pray you, do not leave!\"\n\nChris seized his opportunity. \"Please, Master Cilley,\" he asked, leaning across the empty plates in his interest, <|Q|>\"Why does she wear that queer hat?\"<|Q|>\n\nMaster Cilley cocked an eye at the boy before him, picked comfortably at his teeth with an iron nail which he took from his pocket, and loosened his belt buckle.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_21": "Chris was feeling the contagion of laughter catching up with him again at the scene he had watched, and was glad when the sailor turned and came over to where he sat.\n\n<|Q|>\"A visitor, eh? Well, well. Off a ship?\"<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_28": "Master and pupil spread out the charts once more, and Chris pointed eagerly.\n\n<|Q|>\"Look, sir! Here is the sandbar, and here\"<|Q|> -- he put his finger down -- \"the Venture. Or she was, yesterday. Now sir, the sandbar being just below and ahead of the Venture, once the Mirabelle has slipped by, wouldn't it be too bad if something happened to make the Venture drift with the tide and run aground?\"\n\nHe looked eagerly up into Mr. Wicker's face and saw in it the reflection of his own excitement.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_7": "\" He turned to Chris. \"Without financial help, without money for the beginning of this new land and this new government that is struggling to be born, this free place and this fine democratic experiment will fail. I know a way to save it, and you have been sent back into the past from our future -- my future and yours, and that of the land -- to help us and make it real. You will not disappoint me, Christopher?\" Mr. Wicker turned burning eyes on Chris's face. <|Q|>\"You will help your country get its start?\"<|Q|>\n\nA wave of excitement such as he had never known surged over Chris and he started to his feet, almost upsetting the table and making the cups rattle on their saucers.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_2": "'With all my heart,' replied the farmer; 'but what shall we talk about? A city man like you will not care to hear about cattle and crops.'\n\n'Oh,' said the bunniah, <|Q|>'I'll tell you what we will do. We will each tell the other the wildest tale we can imagine, and he who first throws doubt on the other's story shall pay him a hundred rupees.'<|Q|>\n\nTo this the farmer agreed, and begged the bunniah to begin, as he was the bigger man of the two; and privately he made up his mind that, however improbable it might be, nothing should induce him to hint that he did not believe in the bunniah's tale. Thus politely pressed the great man started:", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_9": "Mr. Wicker's face expressed his satisfaction. He rose too and held out his hand.\n\n\"I knew you would,\" he said. <|Q|>\"It had to be, for it could be no other way. But there is always doubt. Your hand, my boy, for we have work to do together.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe two hands, large and small, were firm, one in the other, and Chris felt a new power coming to him from the man whose hand he grasped.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_05_lang_64kb_33": "'The wheat is the cheaper; I'll pay you for the wheat,' said the bunniah, with the calmness of despair, as he remembered that by his own arrangement he was bound to give the farmer a hundred rupees.\n\nAnd to this day they say in those parts, when a man owes a debt: <|Q|>'Give me the money; or, if not that, give me at least the wheat.'<|Q|>\n\n(This is from oral tradition.)", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_10": "The two hands, large and small, were firm, one in the other, and Chris felt a new power coming to him from the man whose hand he grasped.\n\n<|Q|>\"Listen closely,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker said, and Chris drew nearer. \"There is a wondrous thing, unique in the world, and which, for the benefit of this growing country, we must obtain. Its possession will mean we can pay for many things -- a new city here, tools; building materials. This wonderful object is the Jewel Tree belonging to the Princess of China.\"\n\nChris waited, listening.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_27": "\"Christopher Mason,\" Chris said in return, and they solemnly shook hands, taking account of each other as men do when they meet.\n\n\"I shall sit here, Mistress Becky, by your leave,\" Cilley called out, as if Becky Boozer were a mile away, <|Q|>\"to keep this lad company, as it were.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"So you shall!\" Becky answered warmly, smiling broadly, wrinkles of pleasure at the corners of her eyes. \"And could I tempt you with a morsel, Master Cilley?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_28": "\"I shall sit here, Mistress Becky, by your leave,\" Cilley called out, as if Becky Boozer were a mile away, \"to keep this lad company, as it were.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"So you shall!\"<|Q|> Becky answered warmly, smiling broadly, wrinkles of pleasure at the corners of her eyes. \"And could I tempt you with a morsel, Master Cilley?\"\n\nNed Cilley appeared to consider this invitation from all sides before he gave his reply, cocking his head on one side like a parrot as he reflected. Finally, he answered.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_30": "Ned Cilley appeared to consider this invitation from all sides before he gave his reply, cocking his head on one side like a parrot as he reflected. Finally, he answered.\n\n<|Q|>\"How could I refuse when I know your fame as a cook?\"<|Q|> he said with a smile at Becky and a wink at Chris, and put his horny forefinger and thumb the distance of a thread apart. \"But a crumb, Mistress Becky. A morsel. A taste. Just to pay my respects to your art, as it were.\"\n\nThen such a commotion took place in the kitchen. Chris watched flabbergasted, as Becky set before Cilley a meat pie, a large cheese, fruit preserves, two kinds of bread, cakes and cookies, latticed tarts, and pickles in jars. And with a beaming smile Becky drew from a cask a jugful of ale which she set down on the table with a thud.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_0": "The only chair in the room was laid with carefully folded clothes. But they were not Chris's clothes. Chris jumped out of bed and then looked down with a quick startled intake of his breath. He was wearing a white nightshirt, something he had never even seen before and barely heard of. The sleeves were long and cuffed, and the nightshirt fell in linen lines to his feet.\n\n<|Q|>\"Golly Moses!\"<|Q|> Chris exclaimed, completely baffled.\n\nHe returned to the examination of the clothes that were obviously laid out for him. There was a fine white shirt with full sleeves and turned-back cuffs. White cotton stockings; knee breeches of a blue-gray worsted material, and matching frock coat with silver carved buttons. Below the chair, Chris saw, was a pair of black leather shoes with polished silver buckles.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_4": "Mollified, though not entirely, the woman accepted this effort at peacemaking and her face eased a little.\n\n<|Q|>\"Well now. So you are awake at the last, eh? And hungry, bein' a boy, I don't doubt?\"<|Q|>\n\nShe moved to the dresser and took down a mug and plate, the roses and ostrich plumes nodding in evident agreement.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_17": "They sat down again, the better to continue their conversation.\n\n<|Q|>\"The taking of such a prize would be hard enough,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker continued, \"for it is well guarded. But there is a greater hazard.\" He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.\n\n\"There is a man here, posing as a merchant. Claggett Chew. You will see him in the town when you walk there, which you shall do, presently. But he has some magic powers, and knows me well. Too well.\" Mr. Wicker shook his head and his eyes became slits of rage.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_7": "She bustled over to a covered bowl, dipped out creamy milk with a long-handled dipper, and set bread, butter, and bacon in front of Chris at a table pulled up to one of the window seats.\n\n\"Eat up now, young man,\" Becky Boozer advised, every red rose and feather accenting her words, <|Q|>\"for Mr. Wicker will be wanting to see you when you have done. It's late. Past eight of the clock.\"<|Q|> She glanced out the window. \"It might be just possible that Master Cilley will be passing by before long for a midmorning snack and here I am gossiping with you instead of getting on with my work.\"\n\nChris ate with a will, looking around as he chewed. The spotless brick floor and the starched curtains at the windows, the shining copper pans hung beside the huge fireplace, were proof of Becky Boozer's housekeeping.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_35": "\"Here -- try this,\" he urged Chris, heaping the boy's plate as lavishly as his own, and the two ate in silence and gusto while Becky stood by with roses and feathers bobbing.\n\n<|Q|>\"You must keep your strength up, Ned Cilley,\"<|Q|> she admonished, \"for 'tis a hard life that you lead,\" she warned him.\n\nNed paused long enough to swallow. \"Aye, that it is, that it is!\" he agreed, wagging his head, champing his jaws, and digging into the food. \"A hard life, has a sailor,\" Ned said with an effort at sorrow, which failed signally, and he took a great draught of the ale.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_36": "\"Here -- try this,\" he urged Chris, heaping the boy's plate as lavishly as his own, and the two ate in silence and gusto while Becky stood by with roses and feathers bobbing.\n\n\"You must keep your strength up, Ned Cilley,\" she admonished, <|Q|>\"for 'tis a hard life that you lead,\"<|Q|> she warned him.\n\nNed paused long enough to swallow. \"Aye, that it is, that it is!\" he agreed, wagging his head, champing his jaws, and digging into the food. \"A hard life, has a sailor,\" Ned said with an effort at sorrow, which failed signally, and he took a great draught of the ale.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_37": "\"You must keep your strength up, Ned Cilley,\" she admonished, \"for 'tis a hard life that you lead,\" she warned him.\n\nNed paused long enough to swallow. <|Q|>\"Aye, that it is, that it is!\"<|Q|> he agreed, wagging his head, champing his jaws, and digging into the food. \"A hard life, has a sailor,\" Ned said with an effort at sorrow, which failed signally, and he took a great draught of the ale.\n\nAfter a while Cilley slowed, wiped his mouth with his hand and leaned back in his chair, rolling a dazed eye at the anxious face of the waiting Becky Boozer.", "Solo.665.61.20000leaguesundertheseas_2-03_verne_64kb_9": "At his signal the anchor was lowered, but its chain barely ran because the bottom lay no more than a meter down, and this locality was one of the shallowest spots near the bank of shellfish. Instantly the skiff wheeled around under the ebb tide\u2019s outbound thrust.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHere we are, Professor Aronnax,\u201d<|Q|> Captain Nemo then said. \u201cYou observe this confined bay? A month from now in this very place, the numerous fishing boats of the harvesters will gather, and these are the waters their divers will ransack so daringly. This bay is felicitously laid out for their type of fishing. It\u2019s sheltered from the strongest winds, and the sea is never very turbulent here, highly favorable conditions for diving work. Now let\u2019s put on our underwater suits, and we\u2019ll begin our stroll.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_23": "\"Is he after the Jewel Tree too?\" Chris wanted to know.\n\n<|Q|>\"He is. He heard of it, by power of magic certainly, for it is a secret so well guarded that those who carry knowledge of it -- all but myself, up to this time -- all others have died before they could make use of it. You can well imagine,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker enlarged, turning his gaze on Chris, \"that a treasure that replenishes itself is beyond price. The Chinese Emperor knows it well. So do the guards about his palaces, and so does Claggett Chew.\"\n\nMr. Wicker strode about, striking the closed fist of one hand into the palm of the other, and Chris scrambled out of his chair to stand watching the pacing figure. And it came to Chris as he followed with his eyes the black swinging coat, the silver-buckled black knee breeches, the neat white stock and black-brocaded waistcoat of the magician, it came to him that he had a great confidence and affection for this man. Even knowing him as little as he did, having to take so much on trust, still, in Chris's mind there was no smallest grain of doubt, suspicion, or distrust. He knew, without having to think it out, that Mr. Wicker was a great man, great in knowledge and in heart. Reliable and kind and wise. In that moment Chris put his whole faith in a man he had not known yet for a day.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_40": "After a while Cilley slowed, wiped his mouth with his hand and leaned back in his chair, rolling a dazed eye at the anxious face of the waiting Becky Boozer.\n\n\"Mistress Boozer,\" he announced, <|Q|>\"I am a new man.\"<|Q|> He heaved a sigh of repletion. \"You have saved me again. Ah! Mistress Becky, what a treasure you are!\"\n\nBecky curtsied and giggled, her fabulous hat shaking as if with a secret all its own. Just then a bell tinkled, at the end of the kitchen passage.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_15": "Becky Boozer rested her soapy hands on the edge of the tub and looked at him admiringly over her shoulder.\n\n<|Q|>\"I would never have thought it,\"<|Q|> she said, \"by the look of you. Never in this world. You have brains, young lad, that's what you have. A better idea than that I never heard! Indeed, it is just what I have been a-needin' since years, and that simple I might have thought it out myself! I shall set Master Cilley to work on it when he comes. He's right handy with tools, is Ned Cilley.\"\n\nAt this moment a short knock sounded on the back door, and an instant change came over Becky Boozer. It was impossible to imagine that anyone as ponderous as Becky could be coy, but at the sound of the knock, this is what she became. Wiping her hands hastily on one of many petticoats, she pushed and pulled at her hat (which remained immovable), straightened her fichu, and smoothing her dress, she minced her huge bulk to the door with a welcoming smile.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_27": "\" Mr. Wicker said, wheeling about and standing still, \"and that is where I need your help.\" He strode back across the room towards Chris. \"This villain, Claggett Chew -- for that is what he is, no better -- this villain knows me and he knows my power. But if my power were in a boy -- a lad he never would suspect -- then -- \" Mr. Wicker put both hands on Chris's shoulders and looked searchingly at him -- <|Q|>\"then only would we have an opportunity to seize the Jewel Tree. Can you learn what I know?\"<|Q|> demanded Mr. Wicker. \"Can you learn my magic?\"\n\n\"Magic?\" Chris stammered. \"Those tricks -- the fly -- and others?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_14": "What a system! Chris thought as he watched Becky busy with her dishes, thinking of the neat white kitchen he knew at home.\n\nAloud he said: <|Q|>\"If you had a little wooden trough that led from that tub out through the window there, you could pull out a bung when you were ready and the water would run outdoors. It would save you carrying that great tub about, when you are in a hurry.\"<|Q|>\n\nBecky Boozer rested her soapy hands on the edge of the tub and looked at him admiringly over her shoulder.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_0": "\"I did, Becky. It occurred to me,\" said Mr. Wicker, looking sideways at Chris, \"that some hot chocolate for Master Christopher and coffee for me would not be amiss at this hour of the morning. And,\" he added, seeing the interested spark in the boy's eyes, \"some of your delicious little cakes, perhaps?\"\n\n\"Most certainly,\" beamed Becky, <|Q|>\"most certainly sir. I have the chocolate hot, as it so happens, and some cakes new-baked.\"<|Q|>\n\nShe bustled off and in no time returned with a tray of china cups, matching flowered pots for coffee and for chocolate, a bowl of sugar, and a plate piled high with cakes. From one corner Becky pulled out a small table which she placed between the two chairs. The tray was safely settled, the fire given a poke and a fresh log before Mistress Boozer removed herself, in her starched dress and apron and her outrageous hat, from her master's study.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_19": "\"Come now, Becky me love!\" shouted Cilley the sailor in a good-humored roar, \"How can I start the day right 'thout a kiss from my Boozer?\"\n\nBecky blushed and simpered and cast down her eyes. <|Q|>\"Get along with you, Cilley! What a way to behave,\"<|Q|> she admonished, delighted and abashed. \"See -- there's company here.\"\n\nShe pushed her suitor off with an elephantine shove and gestured to Chris.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_20": "\"Come now, Becky me love!\" shouted Cilley the sailor in a good-humored roar, \"How can I start the day right 'thout a kiss from my Boozer?\"\n\nBecky blushed and simpered and cast down her eyes. \"Get along with you, Cilley! What a way to behave,\" she admonished, delighted and abashed. <|Q|>\"See -- there's company here.\"<|Q|>\n\nShe pushed her suitor off with an elephantine shove and gestured to Chris.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_1": "She bustled off and in no time returned with a tray of china cups, matching flowered pots for coffee and for chocolate, a bowl of sugar, and a plate piled high with cakes. From one corner Becky pulled out a small table which she placed between the two chairs. The tray was safely settled, the fire given a poke and a fresh log before Mistress Boozer removed herself, in her starched dress and apron and her outrageous hat, from her master's study.\n\n\"Now,\" said Mr. Wicker, pouring out the steaming drinks, <|Q|>\"we shall refresh ourselves and you shall listen, if you will.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris took a sip of the hot chocolate and a bite of golden cake, deciding that he had never tasted better. This point decided on within himself, he gave his attention to the man across from him.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_32": "\"Well,\" Chris answered after a moment's thought, \"I got here, didn't I? I've gone back all these years, so I guess I could.\" He looked up with a grin. \"At least I can try,\" he said.\n\nMr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance. \"Good lad!\" he said. <|Q|>\"I know that you can learn. For you it will not be hard.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"There's just one thing,\" Chris said, with puzzlement in his voice. \"You say, sir, 'Seize the Tree.' That means just stealing it? Must we do that?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_8": "A wave of excitement such as he had never known surged over Chris and he started to his feet, almost upsetting the table and making the cups rattle on their saucers.\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh, yes sir! You bet! If I can, I'll help!\"<|Q|>\n\nMr. Wicker's face expressed his satisfaction. He rose too and held out his hand.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_33": "Mr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance. \"Good lad!\" he said. \"I know that you can learn. For you it will not be hard.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"There's just one thing,\"<|Q|> Chris said, with puzzlement in his voice. \"You say, sir, 'Seize the Tree.' That means just stealing it? Must we do that?\"\n\nMr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_23": "[Illustration]\n\n\"No -- no!\" Becky put in quickly, and gave Chris a look. \"No. He is a friend of the master's, from -- \" she searched her mind -- <|Q|>\"from another part of the country. He got here last night and slept late, as you see.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Indeed and indeed!\" said the sailor, settling himself comfortably, and as if for a long stay, in his chair and observing Chris through his keen blue eyes. \"Well, young man,\" he announced genially, \"I am Cilley,\" he said, and stretched out a hard brown hand.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_5": "He paused to sip his coffee and then put the cup down.\n\n\"Destruction is so fast, and to construct and build,\" Mr. Wicker said, staring at the fire, <|Q|>\"that is what is slow.\"<|Q|> He turned to Chris. \"Without financial help, without money for the beginning of this new land and this new government that is struggling to be born, this free place and this fine democratic experiment will fail. I know a way to save it, and you have been sent back into the past from our future -- my future and yours, and that of the land -- to help us and make it real. You will not disappoint me, Christopher?\" Mr. Wicker turned burning eyes on Chris's face.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_24": "\"No -- no!\" Becky put in quickly, and gave Chris a look. \"No. He is a friend of the master's, from -- \" she searched her mind -- \"from another part of the country. He got here last night and slept late, as you see.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Indeed and indeed!\"<|Q|> said the sailor, settling himself comfortably, and as if for a long stay, in his chair and observing Chris through his keen blue eyes. \"Well, young man,\" he announced genially, \"I am Cilley,\" he said, and stretched out a hard brown hand.\n\n\"Christopher Mason,\" Chris said in return, and they solemnly shook hands, taking account of each other as men do when they meet.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_29": "\"I shall sit here, Mistress Becky, by your leave,\" Cilley called out, as if Becky Boozer were a mile away, \"to keep this lad company, as it were.\"\n\n\"So you shall!\" Becky answered warmly, smiling broadly, wrinkles of pleasure at the corners of her eyes. <|Q|>\"And could I tempt you with a morsel, Master Cilley?\"<|Q|>\n\nNed Cilley appeared to consider this invitation from all sides before he gave his reply, cocking his head on one side like a parrot as he reflected. Finally, he answered.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_11": "The two hands, large and small, were firm, one in the other, and Chris felt a new power coming to him from the man whose hand he grasped.\n\n\"Listen closely,\" Mr. Wicker said, and Chris drew nearer. <|Q|>\"There is a wondrous thing, unique in the world, and which, for the benefit of this growing country, we must obtain. Its possession will mean we can pay for many things -- a new city here, tools; building materials. This wonderful object is the Jewel Tree belonging to the Princess of China.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris waited, listening.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_2": "Ethelinda stared at first; no one had introduced him, and she felt very much inclined to take no notice; however, she thought after her long silence that it might amuse her to talk to somebody, even if it was only a shabby common creature like this jester.\n\nSo she said, <|Q|>'Dull! You were never in Regent Street, or you wouldn't ask such a question.'<|Q|>\n\n'I came from the Lowther Arcade,' he said.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_12": "Chris waited, listening.\n\n<|Q|>\"This Jewel Tree,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker went on, \"is a tree that grows, that puts out leaves and flowers and bears fruit, but here is the wonder of it,\" and he bent his piercing eyes on Chris's intent face. \"This growing tree is made of jewels; leaves and flowers and even seeded fruit. The leaves are emeralds; the flowers, diamonds and sapphires; the fruits, huge rubies seeded thick with pearls. Imagine such a treasure if you can!\" He spread his arms wide and Chris's eyes were shining with excitement.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_14": "Chris waited, listening.\n\n\"This Jewel Tree,\" Mr. Wicker went on, \"is a tree that grows, that puts out leaves and flowers and bears fruit, but here is the wonder of it,\" and he bent his piercing eyes on Chris's intent face. <|Q|>\"This growing tree is made of jewels; leaves and flowers and even seeded fruit. The leaves are emeralds; the flowers, diamonds and sapphires; the fruits, huge rubies seeded thick with pearls. Imagine such a treasure if you can!\"<|Q|> He spread his arms wide and Chris's eyes were shining with excitement.\n\n\"Imagine the possession of such a plant!\" Mr. Wicker went on. \"Break off a branch of it -- another grows. And flowers and fruit -- much like your orange trees -- bear both their fruit and flowers at the same time.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_15": "\"is a tree that grows, that puts out leaves and flowers and bears fruit, but here is the wonder of it,\" and he bent his piercing eyes on Chris's intent face. \"This growing tree is made of jewels; leaves and flowers and even seeded fruit. The leaves are emeralds; the flowers, diamonds and sapphires; the fruits, huge rubies seeded thick with pearls. Imagine such a treasure if you can!\" He spread his arms wide and Chris's eyes were shining with excitement.\n\n<|Q|>\"Imagine the possession of such a plant!\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker went on. \"Break off a branch of it -- another grows. And flowers and fruit -- much like your orange trees -- bear both their fruit and flowers at the same time.\"\n\nThey sat down again, the better to continue their conversation.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_16": "\"is a tree that grows, that puts out leaves and flowers and bears fruit, but here is the wonder of it,\" and he bent his piercing eyes on Chris's intent face. \"This growing tree is made of jewels; leaves and flowers and even seeded fruit. The leaves are emeralds; the flowers, diamonds and sapphires; the fruits, huge rubies seeded thick with pearls. Imagine such a treasure if you can!\" He spread his arms wide and Chris's eyes were shining with excitement.\n\n\"Imagine the possession of such a plant!\" Mr. Wicker went on. <|Q|>\"Break off a branch of it -- another grows. And flowers and fruit -- much like your orange trees -- bear both their fruit and flowers at the same time.\"<|Q|>\n\nThey sat down again, the better to continue their conversation.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_34": "Ned Cilley, his eyes winking with anticipation and smacking his lips, attacked the meat pie and the cheese, tarts and pickles, with a will.\n\n<|Q|>\"Here -- try this,\"<|Q|> he urged Chris, heaping the boy's plate as lavishly as his own, and the two ate in silence and gusto while Becky stood by with roses and feathers bobbing.\n\n\"You must keep your strength up, Ned Cilley,\" she admonished, \"for 'tis a hard life that you lead,\" she warned him.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_18": "They sat down again, the better to continue their conversation.\n\n\"The taking of such a prize would be hard enough,\" Mr. Wicker continued, <|Q|>\"for it is well guarded. But there is a greater hazard.\"<|Q|> He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.\n\n\"There is a man here, posing as a merchant. Claggett Chew. You will see him in the town when you walk there, which you shall do, presently. But he has some magic powers, and knows me well. Too well.\" Mr. Wicker shook his head and his eyes became slits of rage. \"We have been enemies for long,\" said Mr. Wicker,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_10": "'Very mixed the society there, isn't it?' she asked; 'aren't you expected to know penny things?'\n\n'Well, there were a good many penny things there,' he owned, <|Q|>'and very amusing they were. There was a wooden bird there that used to duck his head and wag his tail when they swung a weight underneath -- he would have made you laugh so!'<|Q|>\n\n'I hope,' said Ethelinda freezingly, 'I should never so far forget myself as to laugh under any circumstances -- and certainly not at a penny thing!'", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_21": "\" He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.\n\n\"There is a man here, posing as a merchant. Claggett Chew. You will see him in the town when you walk there, which you shall do, presently. But he has some magic powers, and knows me well. Too well.\" Mr. Wicker shook his head and his eyes became slits of rage. \"We have been enemies for long,\" said Mr. Wicker, <|Q|>\"but he has yet to get the better of me.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Is he after the Jewel Tree too?\" Chris wanted to know.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_19": "\"The taking of such a prize would be hard enough,\" Mr. Wicker continued, \"for it is well guarded. But there is a greater hazard.\" He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.\n\n<|Q|>\"There is a man here, posing as a merchant. Claggett Chew. You will see him in the town when you walk there, which you shall do, presently. But he has some magic powers, and knows me well. Too well.\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker shook his head and his eyes became slits of rage. \"We have been enemies for long,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"but he has yet to get the better of me.\"\n\n\"Is he after the Jewel Tree too?\" Chris wanted to know.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_22": "\"There is a man here, posing as a merchant. Claggett Chew. You will see him in the town when you walk there, which you shall do, presently. But he has some magic powers, and knows me well. Too well.\" Mr. Wicker shook his head and his eyes became slits of rage. \"We have been enemies for long,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"but he has yet to get the better of me.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Is he after the Jewel Tree too?\"<|Q|> Chris wanted to know.\n\n\"He is. He heard of it, by power of magic certainly, for it is a secret so well guarded that those who carry knowledge of it -- all but myself, up to this time -- all others have died before they could make use of it. You can well imagine,\" Mr. Wicker enlarged, turning his gaze on Chris, \"that a treasure that replenishes itself is beyond price. The Chinese Emperor knows it well. So do the guards about his palaces, and so does Claggett Chew.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_04_dawson_64kb_39": "After a while Cilley slowed, wiped his mouth with his hand and leaned back in his chair, rolling a dazed eye at the anxious face of the waiting Becky Boozer.\n\n<|Q|>\"Mistress Boozer,\"<|Q|> he announced, \"I am a new man.\" He heaved a sigh of repletion. \"You have saved me again. Ah! Mistress Becky, what a treasure you are!\"\n\nBecky curtsied and giggled, her fabulous hat shaking as if with a secret all its own. Just then a bell tinkled, at the end of the kitchen passage.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_24": "\"Is he after the Jewel Tree too?\" Chris wanted to know.\n\n\"He is. He heard of it, by power of magic certainly, for it is a secret so well guarded that those who carry knowledge of it -- all but myself, up to this time -- all others have died before they could make use of it. You can well imagine,\" Mr. Wicker enlarged, turning his gaze on Chris, <|Q|>\"that a treasure that replenishes itself is beyond price. The Chinese Emperor knows it well. So do the guards about his palaces, and so does Claggett Chew.\"<|Q|>\n\nMr. Wicker strode about, striking the closed fist of one hand into the palm of the other, and Chris scrambled out of his chair to stand watching the pacing figure. And it came to Chris as he followed with his eyes the black swinging coat, the silver-buckled black knee breeches, the neat white stock and black-brocaded waistcoat of the magician, it came to him that he had a great confidence and affection for this man. Even knowing him as little as he did, having to take so much on trust, still, in Chris's mind there was no smallest grain of doubt, suspicion, or distrust. He knew, without having to think it out, that Mr. Wicker was a great man, great in knowledge and in heart. Reliable and kind and wise. In that moment Chris put his whole faith in a man he had not known yet for a day.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_25": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"There is one way,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker said, wheeling about and standing still, \"and that is where I need your help.\" He strode back across the room towards Chris. \"This villain, Claggett Chew -- for that is what he is, no better -- this villain knows me and he knows my power. But if my power were in a boy -- a lad he never would suspect -- then -- \" Mr. Wicker put both hands on Chris's shoulders and looked searchingly at him -- \"then only would we have an opportunity to seize the Jewel Tree. Can you learn what I know", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_26": "[Illustration]\n\n\"There is one way,\" Mr. Wicker said, wheeling about and standing still, <|Q|>\"and that is where I need your help.\"<|Q|> He strode back across the room towards Chris. \"This villain, Claggett Chew -- for that is what he is, no better -- this villain knows me and he knows my power. But if my power were in a boy -- a lad he never would suspect -- then -- \" Mr. Wicker put both hands on Chris's shoulders and looked searchingly at him -- \"then only would we have an opportunity to seize the Jewel Tree. Can you learn what I know?\" demanded Mr. Wicker.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_22": "\"should water casks be seen going on board, the whole of Georgetown will know you mean to sail. I therefore ask you to so contrive it that the casks be hidden in bales or boxes so that they seem to be anything but what they are.\" He tapped the rolled charts thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. \"Our only chance to steal a march on the Venture will be to sail at least a day before her.\" The two men listening nodded in agreement. \"There is one other thing. Your orders for where you are to anchor, once near China, will be secret, and carried on the person of this boy.\" He laid one hand on Chris's shoulder. <|Q|>\"He has a task of utmost secrecy to carry out and will require your help, encouragement, and silence.\"<|Q|>\n\nCaptain Blizzard and Mr. Finney looked solemnly at Chris who looked as solemnly back.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_28": "\" He strode back across the room towards Chris. \"This villain, Claggett Chew -- for that is what he is, no better -- this villain knows me and he knows my power. But if my power were in a boy -- a lad he never would suspect -- then -- \" Mr. Wicker put both hands on Chris's shoulders and looked searchingly at him -- \"then only would we have an opportunity to seize the Jewel Tree. Can you learn what I know?\" demanded Mr. Wicker. <|Q|>\"Can you learn my magic?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Magic?\" Chris stammered. \"Those tricks -- the fly -- and others?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_30": "\"Yes,\" said Mr. Wicker quietly. \"Many more.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Chris answered after a moment's thought, <|Q|>\"I got here, didn't I? I've gone back all these years, so I guess I could.\"<|Q|> He looked up with a grin. \"At least I can try,\" he said.\n\nMr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance. \"Good lad!\" he said. \"I know that you can learn. For you it will not be hard.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_22": "' said she, 'because the young man at Regent Street (a most charming person, by the way) positively wouldn't part with me under thirty-five shillings, and he said so many delightful things about me that I feel quite sorry for him sometimes, when I think how he must be missing me. But then, very likely he's saying the same thing about some other doll now!'\n\n'I suppose he is,' said the jester (he had seen something of toy-selling in his time); <|Q|>'it's his business, you know.'<|Q|>\n\n'I don't see how you can possibly tell,' said Ethelinda, who had not expected him to agree with her; 'the Lowther Arcade is not Regent Street.'", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_31": "\"Yes,\" said Mr. Wicker quietly. \"Many more.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Chris answered after a moment's thought, \"I got here, didn't I? I've gone back all these years, so I guess I could.\" He looked up with a grin. <|Q|>\"At least I can try,\"<|Q|> he said.\n\nMr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance. \"Good lad!\" he said. \"I know that you can learn. For you it will not be hard.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_4": "He paused to sip his coffee and then put the cup down.\n\n<|Q|>\"Destruction is so fast, and to construct and build,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker said, staring at the fire, \"that is what is slow.\" He turned to Chris. \"Without financial help, without money for the beginning of this new land and this new government that is struggling to be born, this free place and this fine democratic experiment will fail. I know a way to save it, and you have been sent back into the past from our future -- my future and yours, and that of the land -- to help us and make it real. You will not disappoint me, Christopher", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_26": "'Happy?' she repeated. 'Well, I don't know; at least, one was not bored there. I was in the best set, you see, the two-guinea one, and they were always getting up something to amuse us in the window -- a review, or a sham fight, or a garden-party, or something. Last winter they gave us a fancy-dress ball -- I went as Mary Stuart, and was very much admired. But here -- -- ' and she finished the sentence with a disdainful little shrug.\n\n<|Q|>'I don't think you'll find it so very bad here, when you get a little more used to it,'<|Q|> he said; 'our mistress -- -- '\n\n'Pray don't use that very unpleasant word,' she interrupted sharply. 'Did you never hear of \"dolls' rights?\" We call these people \"hostesses.\"'", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_34": "Mr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance. \"Good lad!\" he said. \"I know that you can learn. For you it will not be hard.\"\n\n\"There's just one thing,\" Chris said, with puzzlement in his voice. <|Q|>\"You say, sir, 'Seize the Tree.' That means just stealing it? Must we do that?\"<|Q|>\n\nMr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_27": "'I don't think you'll find it so very bad here, when you get a little more used to it,' he said; 'our mistress -- -- '\n\n<|Q|>'Pray don't use that very unpleasant word,'<|Q|> she interrupted sharply. 'Did you never hear of \"dolls' rights?\" We call these people \"hostesses.\"'\n\n'Well, our hostess, then -- Winifred, she's not unkind. She doesn't care much about me, and that cousin of hers, Master Archie, gives me a bad time of it when I come in his way, but really she's very polite and attentive to you.'", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_36": "Mr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.\n\n\"You are the lad for me!\" he cried, and Chris felt himself coloring with pleasure at the tone of Mr. Wicker's voice. <|Q|>\"I knew it from the first! It would be stealing, boy, but for one thing. When -- and heaven willing, if -- you reach the Tree, you will break a branch from it and stick it in the ground. It will root itself and grow and thrive, and the Princess will still have delicate jewel flowers for her hair.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"And now,\" he said, \"I smell a broiling chicken. Off you go and eat your lunch, and later we shall talk again.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_1": "He had never dared to speak to her before, she had never given him the chance; and besides, it was quite enough for him to look at her; but now he thought she meant to be friendly and begin a conversation.\n\n<|Q|>'Are you very dull here then?'<|Q|> he asked rather nervously.\n\nEthelinda stared at first; no one had introduced him, and she felt very much inclined to take no notice; however, she thought after her long silence that it might amuse her to talk to somebody, even if it was only a shabby common creature like this jester.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_35": "Mr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.\n\n<|Q|>\"You are the lad for me!\"<|Q|> he cried, and Chris felt himself coloring with pleasure at the tone of Mr. Wicker's voice. \"I knew it from the first! It would be stealing, boy, but for one thing. When -- and heaven willing, if -- you reach the Tree, you will break a branch from it and stick it in the ground. It will root itself and grow and thrive, and the Princess will still have delicate jewel flowers for her hair.\"\n\n\"And now,\" he said, \"I smell a broiling chicken. Off you go and eat your lunch, and later we shall talk again.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_30": "'Well, our hostess, then -- Winifred, she's not unkind. She doesn't care much about me, and that cousin of hers, Master Archie, gives me a bad time of it when I come in his way, but really she's very polite and attentive to you.'\n\n<|Q|>'Polite and attentive!'<|Q|> sneered Ethelinda (and if you have never seen a doll sneer, you can have no idea how alarming it is). 'I don't call it an attention to be treated like a baby by a little chit of a girl who can't dress herself properly yet -- no style, no elegance, and actually a pinafore in the mornings!'\n\nThis is the way some of these costly lady dolls talk about their benefactresses when the gas is out and they think no one overhears them. I don't know whether the plain old-fashioned ones, who are not so carefully treated, but often more tenderly loved, are as bad; but it is impossible to say -- dolls are exceedingly artful, and there are persons, quite clever in other things, who will tell you honestly that they do not understand them in the least.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_32": "This is the way some of these costly lady dolls talk about their benefactresses when the gas is out and they think no one overhears them. I don't know whether the plain old-fashioned ones, who are not so carefully treated, but often more tenderly loved, are as bad; but it is impossible to say -- dolls are exceedingly artful, and there are persons, quite clever in other things, who will tell you honestly that they do not understand them in the least.\n\n<|Q|>'Then the society here,'<|Q|> Ethelinda went on, without much consideration for the other's feelings -- perhaps she thought he was too cheap to have any -- 'it's really something too dreadful for words. Why, those people in the poky little house over there, with only four rooms and a front door they can't open, have never had the decency to call upon me. Not that I should take any notice, of course, if they did, but it just shows what they are. And the other day I actually overheard one frightful creature in a print dress, with nothing on her head but a great tin-tack, ask another horror \"which she liked best -- make-believe tea or orange-juice!\"'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_5": "'I came from the Lowther Arcade,' he said.\n\n'Oh, really?' drawled Ethelinda; <|Q|>'then, of course, this would be quite a pleasant change for you.'<|Q|>\n\n'I don't know,' he said; 'I liked the Arcade. It was so lively; a little noisy perhaps -- too much top spinning, and pop-gunning, and mouth-organ playing all round one -- but very cheerful. Yes, I liked the Arcade.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_34": "'it's really something too dreadful for words. Why, those people in the poky little house over there, with only four rooms and a front door they can't open, have never had the decency to call upon me. Not that I should take any notice, of course, if they did, but it just shows what they are. And the other day I actually overheard one frightful creature in a print dress, with nothing on her head but a great tin-tack, ask another horror \"which she liked best -- make-believe tea or orange-juice!\"'\n\n<|Q|>'Well, I prefer make-believe tea myself,'<|Q|> said the jester, 'because, you see, I can't get the orange-juice down, and so it's rather bad for the dress and complexion.'\n\n'Possibly,' she said scornfully. 'I'm thankful to say I've not been called upon to try it myself -- even Miss Winifred knows better than that. But, anyhow, it's horribly insipid here, and I suppose it will be like this always now. I did hope once that when I went out into the world I should be a heroine and have a romance of my own.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_7": "'I don't know,' he said; 'I liked the Arcade. It was so lively; a little noisy perhaps -- too much top spinning, and pop-gunning, and mouth-organ playing all round one -- but very cheerful. Yes, I liked the Arcade.'\n\n<|Q|>'Very mixed the society there, isn't it?'<|Q|> she asked; 'aren't you expected to know penny things?'\n\n'Well, there were a good many penny things there,' he owned, 'and very amusing they were. There was a wooden bird there that used to duck his head and wag his tail when they swung a weight underneath -- he would have made you laugh so!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_6": "'Oh, really?' drawled Ethelinda; 'then, of course, this would be quite a pleasant change for you.'\n\n'I don't know,' he said; <|Q|>'I liked the Arcade. It was so lively; a little noisy perhaps -- too much top spinning, and pop-gunning, and mouth-organ playing all round one -- but very cheerful. Yes, I liked the Arcade.'<|Q|>\n\n'Very mixed the society there, isn't it?' she asked; 'aren't you expected to know penny things?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_8": "'I don't know,' he said; 'I liked the Arcade. It was so lively; a little noisy perhaps -- too much top spinning, and pop-gunning, and mouth-organ playing all round one -- but very cheerful. Yes, I liked the Arcade.'\n\n'Very mixed the society there, isn't it?' she asked; <|Q|>'aren't you expected to know penny things?'<|Q|>\n\n'Well, there were a good many penny things there,' he owned, 'and very amusing they were. There was a wooden bird there that used to duck his head and wag his tail when they swung a weight underneath -- he would have made you laugh so!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_9": "'Very mixed the society there, isn't it?' she asked; 'aren't you expected to know penny things?'\n\n<|Q|>'Well, there were a good many penny things there,'<|Q|> he owned, 'and very amusing they were. There was a wooden bird there that used to duck his head and wag his tail when they swung a weight underneath -- he would have made you laugh so!'\n\n'I hope,' said Ethelinda freezingly, 'I should never so far forget myself as to laugh under any circumstances -- and certainly not at a penny thing!'", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_20": "\"for it is well guarded. But there is a greater hazard.\" He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.\n\n\"There is a man here, posing as a merchant. Claggett Chew. You will see him in the town when you walk there, which you shall do, presently. But he has some magic powers, and knows me well. Too well.\" Mr. Wicker shook his head and his eyes became slits of rage. <|Q|>\"We have been enemies for long,\"<|Q|> said Mr. Wicker, \"but he has yet to get the better of me.\"\n\n\"Is he after the Jewel Tree too?\" Chris wanted to know.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_11": "'Well, there were a good many penny things there,' he owned, 'and very amusing they were. There was a wooden bird there that used to duck his head and wag his tail when they swung a weight underneath -- he would have made you laugh so!'\n\n'I hope,' said Ethelinda freezingly, <|Q|>'I should never so far forget myself as to laugh under any circumstances -- and certainly not at a penny thing!'<|Q|>\n\n'I wonder how much he cost?' she thought; 'not very much, I can see from his manner. But perhaps I can get him to tell me. Do you remember,' she asked aloud, 'what was the -- ah -- the premium they asked for introducing you here -- did you happen to catch the amount?", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_12": "'I hope,' said Ethelinda freezingly, 'I should never so far forget myself as to laugh under any circumstances -- and certainly not at a penny thing!'\n\n<|Q|>'I wonder how much he cost?'<|Q|> she thought; 'not very much, I can see from his manner. But perhaps I can get him to tell me. Do you remember,' she asked aloud, 'what was the -- ah -- the premium they asked for introducing you here -- did you happen to catch the amount?\n\n'Do you mean my price?' he said; 'oh, elevenpence three farthings -- it was on the ticket.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_13": "'I hope,' said Ethelinda freezingly, 'I should never so far forget myself as to laugh under any circumstances -- and certainly not at a penny thing!'\n\n'I wonder how much he cost?' she thought; <|Q|>'not very much, I can see from his manner. But perhaps I can get him to tell me. Do you remember,'<|Q|> she asked aloud, 'what was the -- ah -- the premium they asked for introducing you here -- did you happen to catch the amount?\n\n'Do you mean my price?' he said; 'oh, elevenpence three farthings -- it was on the ticket.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_14": "'I wonder how much he cost?' she thought; 'not very much, I can see from his manner. But perhaps I can get him to tell me. Do you remember,' she asked aloud, 'what was the -- ah -- the premium they asked for introducing you here -- did you happen to catch the amount?\n\n<|Q|>'Do you mean my price?'<|Q|> he said; 'oh, elevenpence three farthings -- it was on the ticket.'\n\n'What a vulgar creature!' thought Ethelinda; 'I shall really have to drop him.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_15": "'I wonder how much he cost?' she thought; 'not very much, I can see from his manner. But perhaps I can get him to tell me. Do you remember,' she asked aloud, 'what was the -- ah -- the premium they asked for introducing you here -- did you happen to catch the amount?\n\n'Do you mean my price?' he said; <|Q|>'oh, elevenpence three farthings -- it was on the ticket.'<|Q|>\n\n'What a vulgar creature!' thought Ethelinda; 'I shall really have to drop him.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_16": "'Do you mean my price?' he said; 'oh, elevenpence three farthings -- it was on the ticket.'\n\n<|Q|>'What a vulgar creature!'<|Q|> thought Ethelinda; 'I shall really have to drop him.'\n\n'Dear me,' she said,'that sounds very reasonable, very moderate indeed; but perhaps you were \"reduced\"?' for she thought he would be more bearable if he had cost a little more once.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_48": "'No,' he admitted, 'I'm afraid I haven't. I suppose they couldn't put it in for elevenpence three farthings.'\n\n<|Q|>'I should think not,'<|Q|> Ethelinda observed, 'it's very expensive.' And then, after a short silence, she said more confidentially, 'you were talking of Master Archie just now. I rather like that boy, do you know. I believe I could make something of him if he would only let me.'\n\n'He's a mischievous boy,' said the jester, 'and ill-natured too.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_18": "'Dear me,' she said,'that sounds very reasonable, very moderate indeed; but perhaps you were \"reduced\"?' for she thought he would be more bearable if he had cost a little more once.\n\n'I don't think so,' he said; <|Q|>'that's the fair selling price.'<|Q|>\n\n'Well, that's very curious,' said she, 'because the young man at Regent Street (a most charming person, by the way) positively wouldn't part with me under thirty-five shillings, and he said so many delightful things about me that I feel quite sorry for him sometimes, when I think how he must be missing me. But then, very likely he's saying the same thing about some other doll now!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_19": "'I don't think so,' he said; 'that's the fair selling price.'\n\n<|Q|>'Well, that's very curious,'<|Q|> said she, 'because the young man at Regent Street (a most charming person, by the way) positively wouldn't part with me under thirty-five shillings, and he said so many delightful things about me that I feel quite sorry for him sometimes, when I think how he must be missing me. But then, very likely he's saying the same thing about some other doll now!'\n\n'I suppose he is,' said the jester (he had seen something of toy-selling in his time);", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_49": "'No,' he admitted, 'I'm afraid I haven't. I suppose they couldn't put it in for elevenpence three farthings.'\n\n'I should think not,' Ethelinda observed, <|Q|>'it's very expensive.'<|Q|> And then, after a short silence, she said more confidentially, 'you were talking of Master Archie just now. I rather like that boy, do you know. I believe I could make something of him if he would only let me.'\n\n'He's a mischievous boy,' said the jester, 'and ill-natured too.'", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_29": "\" He strode back across the room towards Chris. \"This villain, Claggett Chew -- for that is what he is, no better -- this villain knows me and he knows my power. But if my power were in a boy -- a lad he never would suspect -- then -- \" Mr. Wicker put both hands on Chris's shoulders and looked searchingly at him -- \"then only would we have an opportunity to seize the Jewel Tree. Can you learn what I know?\" demanded Mr. Wicker. \"Can you learn my magic?\"\n\n\"Magic?\" Chris stammered. <|Q|>\"Those tricks -- the fly -- and others?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes,\" said Mr. Wicker quietly. \"Many more.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_23": "'I suppose he is,' said the jester (he had seen something of toy-selling in his time); 'it's his business, you know.'\n\n<|Q|>'I don't see how you can possibly tell,'<|Q|> said Ethelinda, who had not expected him to agree with her; 'the Lowther Arcade is not Regent Street.'\n\nThe jester did not care to dispute this. 'And were you very happy at Regent Street?' he asked.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_55": "'Yes, isn't he?' she agreed admiringly; 'I like him for that. I fancy a duke or a guardsman must be something like him; they all had just his wicked black eyes and long restless fingers. It wouldn't be quite so dull if he would notice me a little; but he never will!'\n\n<|Q|>'He's going back to school next week,'<|Q|> the jester said rather cheerfully.\n\n'So soon!' sighed Ethelinda. 'There's hardly time for him to make a real heroine of me before that. How I wish he would! I shouldn't care how he did it, or what came of it. I'm sure I should enjoy it, and it would give me something to think about all my life.'", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_2": "Chris took a sip of the hot chocolate and a bite of golden cake, deciding that he had never tasted better. This point decided on within himself, he gave his attention to the man across from him.\n\n<|Q|>\"I told you,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker said, \"that I was a shipowner and a merchant. That is true. But these are troubled times. A revolution has had the land in its grasp. Times are bad, and this vast land is now convulsed with the birth throes of democracy. Money is hard to come by, and much needed, for General Washington's troops were farmers called away from their harvesting or sowing. The period of healing, for them and for the land, will be long and costly.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_25": "'I don't see how you can possibly tell,' said Ethelinda, who had not expected him to agree with her; 'the Lowther Arcade is not Regent Street.'\n\nThe jester did not care to dispute this. <|Q|>'And were you very happy at Regent Street?'<|Q|> he asked.\n\n'Happy?' she repeated. 'Well, I don't know; at least, one was not bored there. I was in the best set, you see, the two-guinea one, and they were always getting up something to amuse us in the window -- a review, or a sham fight, or a garden-party, or something. Last winter they gave us a fancy-dress ball -- I went as Mary Stuart, and was very much admired. But here -- -- ' and she finished the sentence with a disdainful little shrug.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_0": "She ought to have been happy with all these advantages, and yet she was plainly dissatisfied; she looked disgustedly at all around her, at the coloured pictures from the illustrated papers on the walls, the staring red dolls' house, the big Noah's ark on the shelf, and the dingy dappled rocking-horse in the corner -- she despised them all.\n\n<|Q|>'I do wish I was back in Regent Street again,'<|Q|> she sighed aloud.\n\nThere was another doll sitting quite close to her, but Ethelinda had not made the remark to him, as he did not seem at all the sort of person to be encouraged.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_56": "'He's going back to school next week,' the jester said rather cheerfully.\n\n<|Q|>'So soon!'<|Q|> sighed Ethelinda. 'There's hardly time for him to make a real heroine of me before that. How I wish he would! I shouldn't care how he did it, or what came of it. I'm sure I should enjoy it, and it would give me something to think about all my life.'\n\n'Say that again, my dainty little lady; say it again!' cried a harsh, jeering voice from beside them, 'and, if you really mean it, perhaps the old Sausage-Glutton can manage it for you. He's done more wonderful things than that in his time, I can tell you.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_29": "'Pray don't use that very unpleasant word,' she interrupted sharply. 'Did you never hear of \"dolls' rights?\" We call these people \"hostesses.\"'\n\n<|Q|>'Well, our hostess, then -- Winifred, she's not unkind. She doesn't care much about me, and that cousin of hers, Master Archie, gives me a bad time of it when I come in his way, but really she's very polite and attentive to you.'<|Q|>\n\n'Polite and attentive!' sneered Ethelinda (and if you have never seen a doll sneer, you can have no idea how alarming it is). 'I don't call it an attention to be treated like a baby by a little chit of a girl who can't dress herself properly yet -- no style, no elegance, and actually a pinafore in the mornings!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_31": "'Well, our hostess, then -- Winifred, she's not unkind. She doesn't care much about me, and that cousin of hers, Master Archie, gives me a bad time of it when I come in his way, but really she's very polite and attentive to you.'\n\n'Polite and attentive!' sneered Ethelinda (and if you have never seen a doll sneer, you can have no idea how alarming it is). <|Q|>'I don't call it an attention to be treated like a baby by a little chit of a girl who can't dress herself properly yet -- no style, no elegance, and actually a pinafore in the mornings!'<|Q|>\n\nThis is the way some of these costly lady dolls talk about their benefactresses when the gas is out and they think no one overhears them. I don't know whether the plain old-fashioned ones, who are not so carefully treated, but often more tenderly loved, are as bad; but it is impossible to say -- dolls are exceedingly artful, and there are persons, quite clever in other things, who will tell you honestly that they do not understand them in the least.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_13": "Chris waited, listening.\n\n\"This Jewel Tree,\" Mr. Wicker went on, <|Q|>\"is a tree that grows, that puts out leaves and flowers and bears fruit, but here is the wonder of it,\"<|Q|> and he bent his piercing eyes on Chris's intent face. \"This growing tree is made of jewels; leaves and flowers and even seeded fruit. The leaves are emeralds; the flowers, diamonds and sapphires; the fruits, huge rubies seeded thick with pearls. Imagine such a treasure if you can!\" He spread his arms wide and Chris's eyes were shining with excitement.\n\n\"Imagine the possession of such a plant!\" Mr. Wicker went on. \"Break off a branch of it -- another grows. And flowers and fruit -- much like your orange trees -- bear both their fruit and flowers at the same time.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_3": "So she said, 'Dull! You were never in Regent Street, or you wouldn't ask such a question.'\n\n<|Q|>'I came from the Lowther Arcade,'<|Q|> he said.\n\n'Oh, really?' drawled Ethelinda; 'then, of course, this would be quite a pleasant change for you.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_4": "'I came from the Lowther Arcade,' he said.\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, really?'<|Q|> drawled Ethelinda; 'then, of course, this would be quite a pleasant change for you.'\n\n'I don't know,' he said; 'I liked the Arcade. It was so lively; a little noisy perhaps -- too much top spinning, and pop-gunning, and mouth-organ playing all round one -- but very cheerful. Yes, I liked the Arcade.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_65": "'Don't -- oh, please don't!' cried a little squeaky voice above him. It came from a queer little angular doll, with gold-paper wings, a spangled muslin dress, and a wand with a tinsel star at the end of it, who was fastened up on the wall above a picture. 'You won't like it -- you won't, really!'\n\n<|Q|>'Don't trust him,'<|Q|> whispered the jester; 'he's a bad old man; he ruined a very promising young dancing nigger only the other day, unhinged him so that he will never hook on any more.'\n\n'Ha, ha!' laughed the Sausage-Glutton, as he disposed of another sausage, 'that old fellow in the peculiar coat is jealous, you know; he can't make a heroine of you, and so he doesn't want anyone else to. Who cares what he says? And as for our little wooden friend up above, well, I should hope a dainty duchess like you is not going to let herself be dictated to by a low jointed creature, who sets up for a fairy when she knows her sisters dance round white hats every Derby Day.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_36": "'Possibly,' she said scornfully. 'I'm thankful to say I've not been called upon to try it myself -- even Miss Winifred knows better than that. But, anyhow, it's horribly insipid here, and I suppose it will be like this always now. I did hope once that when I went out into the world I should be a heroine and have a romance of my own.'\n\n<|Q|>'What is a romance?'<|Q|> he asked.\n\n'I thought you wouldn't understand me,' she said; 'a romance is -- well, there's champagne in it, and cigarettes, to begin with.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_37": "'What is a romance?' he asked.\n\n<|Q|>'I thought you wouldn't understand me,'<|Q|> she said; 'a romance is -- well, there's champagne in it, and cigarettes, to begin with.'\n\n'But what is champagne?' he interrupted.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_38": "'What is a romance?' he asked.\n\n'I thought you wouldn't understand me,' she said; <|Q|>'a romance is -- well, there's champagne in it, and cigarettes, to begin with.'<|Q|>\n\n'But what is champagne?' he interrupted.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_39": "'I thought you wouldn't understand me,' she said; 'a romance is -- well, there's champagne in it, and cigarettes, to begin with.'\n\n<|Q|>'But what is champagne?'<|Q|> he interrupted.\n\n'Something you drink,' she said; 'what else could it be?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_40": "'But what is champagne?' he interrupted.\n\n<|Q|>'Something you drink,'<|Q|> she said; 'what else could it be?'\n\n'I see,' he said; 'a sort of orange-juice.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_69": "'that old fellow in the peculiar coat is jealous, you know; he can't make a heroine of you, and so he doesn't want anyone else to. Who cares what he says? And as for our little wooden friend up above, well, I should hope a dainty duchess like you is not going to let herself be dictated to by a low jointed creature, who sets up for a fairy when she knows her sisters dance round white hats every Derby Day.'\n\n'They're not sisters; they're second cousins,' squeaked the poor Dutch doll, very much hurt, <|Q|>'and they don't mean any harm by it; it's only their high spirits. And whatever you say, I'<|Q|>m a fairy. I had a Christmas-tree of my own once; but I had to leave it, it was so expensive to keep up. Now, you take my advice, my dear, do,' she added to Ethelinda, 'don't you listen to him. He'd give all his sausages to see you in trouble, he would; but he can't do anything unless you give him leave.'\n\nBut of course it would have been a little too absurd if Ethelinda had taken advice from a flat-headed twopenny doll and a flabby jester from the Lowther Arcade.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_72": "But of course it would have been a little too absurd if Ethelinda had taken advice from a flat-headed twopenny doll and a flabby jester from the Lowther Arcade. 'My good creatures,' she said to them, 'you mean well, no doubt, but pray leave this gentleman and me to settle our own affairs. Can you really get Master Archie to take some notice of me, sir?' she said to the figure on the clock.\n\n<|Q|>'I can, my loveliest,'<|Q|> he said.\n\n'And will it be exciting,' she asked, 'and romantic, and -- and just the least bit wicked, too?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_45": "'Do you mind telling me what a heroine is?' he asked. 'I know I'm very stupid.'\n\n<|Q|>'A heroine? oh, any doll can be a heroine. I felt all the time the heroines were all just like me. They were either very good or very wicked, and I'<|Q|>m sure I could be the one or the other if I got the chance. I think it would be more amusing, perhaps, to be a little wicked, but then it's not quite so easy, you know.'\n\n'I should think it would be more uncomfortable,' he suggested.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_46": "'A heroine? oh, any doll can be a heroine. I felt all the time the heroines were all just like me. They were either very good or very wicked, and I'm sure I could be the one or the other if I got the chance. I think it would be more amusing, perhaps, to be a little wicked, but then it's not quite so easy, you know.'\n\n<|Q|>'I should think it would be more uncomfortable,'<|Q|> he suggested.\n\n'Ah, but then you see you haven't any sentiment about you,' she said disparagingly.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_75": "'And will it be exciting,' she asked, 'and romantic, and -- and just the least bit wicked, too?'\n\n<|Q|>'You shall be the very wickedest heroine in any nursery in the world,'<|Q|> he replied. 'Oh, dear me, how you will enjoy yourself!'\n\n'Then I accept,' said Ethelinda; 'I put myself quite in your hands -- I leave everything to you.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_47": "'I should think it would be more uncomfortable,' he suggested.\n\n<|Q|>'Ah, but then you see you haven't any sentiment about you,'<|Q|> she said disparagingly.\n\n'No,' he admitted, 'I'm afraid I haven't. I suppose they couldn't put it in for elevenpence three farthings.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_17": "'Do you mean my price?' he said; 'oh, elevenpence three farthings -- it was on the ticket.'\n\n'What a vulgar creature!' thought Ethelinda; <|Q|>'I shall really have to drop him.'<|Q|>\n\n'Dear me,' she said,'that sounds very reasonable, very moderate indeed; but perhaps you were \"reduced\"?' for she thought he would be more bearable if he had cost a little more once.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_50": "'No,' he admitted, 'I'm afraid I haven't. I suppose they couldn't put it in for elevenpence three farthings.'\n\n'I should think not,' Ethelinda observed, 'it's very expensive.' And then, after a short silence, she said more confidentially, <|Q|>'you were talking of Master Archie just now. I rather like that boy, do you know. I believe I could make something of him if he would only let me.'<|Q|>\n\n'He's a mischievous boy,' said the jester, 'and ill-natured too.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_21": "'Well, that's very curious,' said she, 'because the young man at Regent Street (a most charming person, by the way) positively wouldn't part with me under thirty-five shillings, and he said so many delightful things about me that I feel quite sorry for him sometimes, when I think how he must be missing me. But then, very likely he's saying the same thing about some other doll now!'\n\n<|Q|>'I suppose he is,'<|Q|> said the jester (he had seen something of toy-selling in his time); 'it's his business, you know.'\n\n'I don't see how you can possibly tell,' said Ethelinda, who had not expected him to agree with her; 'the Lowther Arcade is not Regent Street.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_52": "'I should think not,' Ethelinda observed, 'it's very expensive.' And then, after a short silence, she said more confidentially, 'you were talking of Master Archie just now. I rather like that boy, do you know. I believe I could make something of him if he would only let me.'\n\n'He's a mischievous boy,' said the jester, <|Q|>'and ill-natured too.'<|Q|>\n\n'Yes, isn't he?' she agreed admiringly; 'I like him for that. I fancy a duke or a guardsman must be something like him; they all had just his wicked black eyes and long restless fingers. It wouldn't be quite so dull if he would notice me a little; but he never will!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_51": "'I should think not,' Ethelinda observed, 'it's very expensive.' And then, after a short silence, she said more confidentially, 'you were talking of Master Archie just now. I rather like that boy, do you know. I believe I could make something of him if he would only let me.'\n\n<|Q|>'He's a mischievous boy,'<|Q|> said the jester, 'and ill-natured too.'\n\n'Yes, isn't he?' she agreed admiringly; 'I like him for that. I fancy a duke or a guardsman must be something like him; they all had just his wicked black eyes and long restless fingers. It wouldn't be quite so dull if he would notice me a little; but he never will!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_54": "'He's a mischievous boy,' said the jester, 'and ill-natured too.'\n\n'Yes, isn't he?' she agreed admiringly; <|Q|>'I like him for that. I fancy a duke or a guardsman must be something like him; they all had just his wicked black eyes and long restless fingers. It wouldn't be quite so dull if he would notice me a little; but he never will!'<|Q|>\n\n'He's going back to school next week,' the jester said rather cheerfully.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_24": "'I suppose he is,' said the jester (he had seen something of toy-selling in his time); 'it's his business, you know.'\n\n'I don't see how you can possibly tell,' said Ethelinda, who had not expected him to agree with her; <|Q|>'the Lowther Arcade is not Regent Street.'<|Q|>\n\nThe jester did not care to dispute this. 'And were you very happy at Regent Street?' he asked.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_53": "'He's a mischievous boy,' said the jester, 'and ill-natured too.'\n\n<|Q|>'Yes, isn't he?'<|Q|> she agreed admiringly; 'I like him for that. I fancy a duke or a guardsman must be something like him; they all had just his wicked black eyes and long restless fingers. It wouldn't be quite so dull if he would notice me a little; but he never will!'\n\n'He's going back to school next week,' the jester said rather cheerfully.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_58": "'So soon!' sighed Ethelinda. 'There's hardly time for him to make a real heroine of me before that. How I wish he would! I shouldn't care how he did it, or what came of it. I'm sure I should enjoy it, and it would give me something to think about all my life.'\n\n<|Q|>'Say that again, my dainty little lady; say it again!'<|Q|> cried a harsh, jeering voice from beside them, 'and, if you really mean it, perhaps the old Sausage-Glutton can manage it for you. He's done more wonderful things than that in his time, I can tell you.'\n\nThe voice came from an old German clock which stood on the mantelpiece, or rather, from a strange painted wooden figure which was part of it -- an ugly old man, who sat on the top with a plate of sausages on his knees, and a fork in one hand. Every minute he slowly forked up a sausage from the plate to his mouth, and swallowed it suddenly, while his lower jaw wagged, and his narrow eyes rolled as it went down in a truly horrible manner.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_28": "'I don't think you'll find it so very bad here, when you get a little more used to it,' he said; 'our mistress -- -- '\n\n'Pray don't use that very unpleasant word,' she interrupted sharply. <|Q|>'Did you never hear of \"dolls'<|Q|> rights?\" We call these people \"hostesses.\"'\n\n'Well, our hostess, then -- Winifred, she's not unkind. She doesn't care much about me, and that cousin of hers, Master Archie, gives me a bad time of it when I come in his way, but really she's very polite and attentive to you.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_90": "Winifred was sitting the next afternoon alone in her nursery, trying to play. She was a dear little girl about nine years old, with long, soft, brown hair, a straight little nose, and brown eyes which just then had a wistful, dissatisfied look in them -- for the fact was that, for some reason or other, she could not get on with her dolls at all.\n\nThe jester was not good-looking enough for her; they had put his eyes in so carelessly, and his face had such a 'queer' look, and he was altogether a limp, unmanageable person. She always said to herself that she liked him <|Q|>'for the sake of the giver,'<|Q|> poor clumsy, good-hearted Martha, the housemaid, who had left in disgrace, and presented him as her parting gift; but one might as well not be cared for at all as be liked in that roundabout way.\n\nAnd Ethelinda, beautiful and fashionable as she was, was not friendly, and Winifred never could get intimate with her; she felt afraid to treat her as a small child younger than herself, it seemed almost a liberty to nurse her, for Ethelinda seemed to be quite grown up and to know far more than she did herself.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_91": "The wooden magician himself was bolting his sausage a minute on the top of the clock just as usual, only the jester fancied his cunning eyes rolled round at them with a peculiar leer as a cheerful whistle was heard on the stairs outside.\n\nA moment afterwards a lively brown-faced boy in sailor dress put his head in at the door. 'Hullo, Winnie,' he said, <|Q|>'are you all alone?'<|Q|>\n\n'Nurse has gone downstairs,' said Winnie, plaintively; 'I've got the dolls, but it's dull here somehow. Can't you come and help me to play, Archie?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_60": "The voice came from an old German clock which stood on the mantelpiece, or rather, from a strange painted wooden figure which was part of it -- an ugly old man, who sat on the top with a plate of sausages on his knees, and a fork in one hand. Every minute he slowly forked up a sausage from the plate to his mouth, and swallowed it suddenly, while his lower jaw wagged, and his narrow eyes rolled as it went down in a truly horrible manner.\n\nThe children had long since given him the name of <|Q|>'Sausage-Glutton,'<|Q|> which he richly deserved. He was a sort of magician in his way, having so much clockwork in his inside, and he was spiteful and malicious, owing to the quantity of wooden sausages he bolted, which would have ruined anyone's digestion and temper.\n\n'Good gracious!' cried Ethelinda, with a start, 'who is that person?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_61": "The children had long since given him the name of 'Sausage-Glutton,' which he richly deserved. He was a sort of magician in his way, having so much clockwork in his inside, and he was spiteful and malicious, owing to the quantity of wooden sausages he bolted, which would have ruined anyone's digestion and temper.\n\n'Good gracious!' cried Ethelinda, with a start, <|Q|>'who is that person?'<|Q|>\n\n'Somebody who can be a good kind friend to you, pretty lady, if you only give him leave. So you want some excitement here, do you? You want to be wicked, and interesting, and unfortunate, and all the rest of it, eh? And you'd like young Archibald (a nice boy that, by the way), you'd like him to give you a little romance? Well, then, he shall, and to-morrow too, hot and strong, if you like to say the word.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_59": "'So soon!' sighed Ethelinda. 'There's hardly time for him to make a real heroine of me before that. How I wish he would! I shouldn't care how he did it, or what came of it. I'm sure I should enjoy it, and it would give me something to think about all my life.'\n\n'Say that again, my dainty little lady; say it again!' cried a harsh, jeering voice from beside them, <|Q|>'and, if you really mean it, perhaps the old Sausage-Glutton can manage it for you. He's done more wonderful things than that in his time, I can tell you.'<|Q|>\n\nThe voice came from an old German clock which stood on the mantelpiece, or rather, from a strange painted wooden figure which was part of it -- an ugly old man, who sat on the top with a plate of sausages on his knees, and a fork in one hand. Every minute he slowly forked up a sausage from the plate to his mouth, and swallowed it suddenly, while his lower jaw wagged, and his narrow eyes rolled as it went down in a truly horrible manner.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_64": "Ethelinda was too much fluttered to speak at first, and she was a little afraid of the old man, too, for he leered all round in such an odd way, and ate so fast and jerkily.\n\n'Don't -- oh, please don't!' cried a little squeaky voice above him. It came from a queer little angular doll, with gold-paper wings, a spangled muslin dress, and a wand with a tinsel star at the end of it, who was fastened up on the wall above a picture. <|Q|>'You won't like it -- you won't, really!'<|Q|>\n\n'Don't trust him,' whispered the jester; 'he's a bad old man; he ruined a very promising young dancing nigger only the other day, unhinged him so that he will never hook on any more.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_96": "'I've got other things to do,' he said; 'and you know you always make a fuss when I do play with you. Look at last time!'\n\n<|Q|>'Ah, but then you played at being a slave-driver, Archie, and you made me sell you my old black Dinah for a slave, and then you tied her up and whipped her. I didn't like that game! But if you'll stay this time, I won't mind what else you do!'<|Q|>\n\nFor Archie had a way of making the dolls go through exciting adventures, at which Winifred assisted with a fearful wonder that had a fascination about it.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_35": "'it's really something too dreadful for words. Why, those people in the poky little house over there, with only four rooms and a front door they can't open, have never had the decency to call upon me. Not that I should take any notice, of course, if they did, but it just shows what they are. And the other day I actually overheard one frightful creature in a print dress, with nothing on her head but a great tin-tack, ask another horror \"which she liked best -- make-believe tea or orange-juice!\"'\n\n'Well, I prefer make-believe tea myself,' said the jester, <|Q|>'because, you see, I can't get the orange-juice down, and so it's rather bad for the dress and complexion.'<|Q|>\n\n'Possibly,' she said scornfully. 'I'm thankful to say I've not been called upon to try it myself -- even Miss Winifred knows better than that. But, anyhow, it's horribly insipid here, and I suppose it will be like this always now. I did hope once that when I went out into the world I should be a heroine and have a romance of my own.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_66": "'Don't -- oh, please don't!' cried a little squeaky voice above him. It came from a queer little angular doll, with gold-paper wings, a spangled muslin dress, and a wand with a tinsel star at the end of it, who was fastened up on the wall above a picture. 'You won't like it -- you won't, really!'\n\n'Don't trust him,' whispered the jester; <|Q|>'he's a bad old man; he ruined a very promising young dancing nigger only the other day, unhinged him so that he will never hook on any more.'<|Q|>\n\n'Ha, ha!' laughed the Sausage-Glutton, as he disposed of another sausage, 'that old fellow in the peculiar coat is jealous, you know; he can't make a heroine of you, and so he doesn't want anyone else to. Who cares what he says? And as for our little wooden friend up above, well, I should hope a dainty duchess like you is not going to let herself be dictated to by a low jointed creature, who sets up for a fairy when she knows her sisters dance round white hats every Derby Day.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_68": "'that old fellow in the peculiar coat is jealous, you know; he can't make a heroine of you, and so he doesn't want anyone else to. Who cares what he says? And as for our little wooden friend up above, well, I should hope a dainty duchess like you is not going to let herself be dictated to by a low jointed creature, who sets up for a fairy when she knows her sisters dance round white hats every Derby Day.'\n\n'They're not sisters; they<|Q|>'re second cousins,'<|Q|> squeaked the poor Dutch doll, very much hurt, 'and they don't mean any harm by it; it's only their high spirits. And whatever you say, I'm a fairy. I had a Christmas-tree of my own once; but I had to leave it, it was so expensive to keep up. Now, you take my advice, my dear, do,' she added to Ethelinda, 'don't you listen to him. He'd give all his sausages to see you in trouble, he would; but he can't do anything unless you give him leave.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_101": "'Very well then, here goes; let's see who you've got. I say, who's this in the swell dress?'\n\nHe was pointing to Ethelinda, whose brain began to tingle at once with a delicious excitement. <|Q|>'He has noticed me at last,'<|Q|> she thought; 'I wonder if I could make him fall desperately in love with me!' and she turned her big blue eyes full upon him. 'Ah, if I could only speak -- but perhaps I shall presently. I'm quite sure the romance is going to begin!'\n\n'That's Ethelinda, Archie -- isn't she pretty?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_71": "m a fairy. I had a Christmas-tree of my own once; but I had to leave it, it was so expensive to keep up. Now, you take my advice, my dear, do,' she added to Ethelinda, 'don't you listen to him. He'd give all his sausages to see you in trouble, he would; but he can't do anything unless you give him leave.'\n\nBut of course it would have been a little too absurd if Ethelinda had taken advice from a flat-headed twopenny doll and a flabby jester from the Lowther Arcade. 'My good creatures,' she said to them, <|Q|>'you mean well, no doubt, but pray leave this gentleman and me to settle our own affairs. Can you really get Master Archie to take some notice of me, sir?'<|Q|> she said to the figure on the clock.\n\n'I can, my loveliest,' he said.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_42": "'Something you drink,' she said; 'what else could it be?'\n\n'I see,' he said; <|Q|>'a sort of orange-juice.'<|Q|>\n\n'Orange-juice!' Ethelinda cried contemptuously; 'it's not in the least like orange-juice; it's -- -- ' (she didn't know what it was made of herself, but there was no use in telling him so) 'I couldn't make you understand without too much trouble, you really are so very ignorant, but there's a good deal of it in romances. And dukes, and guardsmen, and being very beautiful and deliciously miserable, till just before the end -- that's a romance! My milliner used to have it read out to her while she was dressing me for that ball I told you about.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_104": "He was pointing to Ethelinda, whose brain began to tingle at once with a delicious excitement. 'He has noticed me at last,' she thought; 'I wonder if I could make him fall desperately in love with me!' and she turned her big blue eyes full upon him. 'Ah, if I could only speak -- but perhaps I shall presently. I'm quite sure the romance is going to begin!'\n\n<|Q|>'That's Ethelinda, Archie -- isn't she pretty?'<|Q|>\n\n'I've seen them uglier,' he said; 'she's like that Eve de Something we saw at Drury Lane -- we'll have her, and there's that chap in the fool's dress, we may want him. Now we're ready.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_74": "'I can, my loveliest,' he said.\n\n'And will it be exciting,' she asked, <|Q|>'and romantic, and -- and just the least bit wicked, too?'<|Q|>\n\n'You shall be the very wickedest heroine in any nursery in the world,' he replied. 'Oh, dear me, how you will enjoy yourself!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_76": "'And will it be exciting,' she asked, 'and romantic, and -- and just the least bit wicked, too?'\n\n'You shall be the very wickedest heroine in any nursery in the world,' he replied. <|Q|>'Oh, dear me, how you will enjoy yourself!'<|Q|>\n\n'Then I accept,' said Ethelinda; 'I put myself quite in your hands -- I leave everything to you.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_105": "'That's Ethelinda, Archie -- isn't she pretty?'\n\n<|Q|>'I've seen them uglier,'<|Q|> he said; 'she's like that Eve de Something we saw at Drury Lane -- we'll have her, and there's that chap in the fool's dress, we may want him. Now we're ready.'\n\n'What are you going to do with them, Archie?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_77": "'You shall be the very wickedest heroine in any nursery in the world,' he replied. 'Oh, dear me, how you will enjoy yourself!'\n\n<|Q|>'Then I accept,'<|Q|> said Ethelinda; 'I put myself quite in your hands -- I leave everything to you.'\n\n'That's right!' cried the Sausage-Glutton, 'that's a brave little beauty. It's a bargain, then? To-morrow afternoon the fun will begin, and then -- my springs and wheels -- what a time you will have of it! He, he! You look out for Archibald!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_80": "But the jester felt very uneasy about it all; he felt so sure that the old Sausage-Glutton's amiability had some trickery underneath it.\n\n<|Q|>'You are a fairy, aren't you?'<|Q|> he said to the Dutch doll in a whisper; 'can't you do anything to help her?'\n\n'No,' she said sulkily; 'and if I could, I wouldn't. She has chosen to put herself in his power, and whatever comes of it will serve her right. I don't know what he means to do, and I can't stop him. Still, if I can't help her, I can help you; and you may want it, because he is sure to be angry with you for trying to warn her.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_78": "'You shall be the very wickedest heroine in any nursery in the world,' he replied. 'Oh, dear me, how you will enjoy yourself!'\n\n'Then I accept,' said Ethelinda; <|Q|>'I put myself quite in your hands -- I leave everything to you.'<|Q|>\n\n'That's right!' cried the Sausage-Glutton, 'that's a brave little beauty. It's a bargain, then? To-morrow afternoon the fun will begin, and then -- my springs and wheels -- what a time you will have of it! He, he! You look out for Archibald!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_79": "'Then I accept,' said Ethelinda; 'I put myself quite in your hands -- I leave everything to you.'\n\n'That's right!' cried the Sausage-Glutton, <|Q|>'that's a brave little beauty. It's a bargain, then? To-morrow afternoon the fun will begin, and then -- my springs and wheels -- what a time you will have of it! He, he! You look out for Archibald!'<|Q|>\n\nAnd then he trembled all over as the clock struck twelve, and went on eating his sausages without another word, while Ethelinda gave herself up to delightful anticipations of the wonderful adventures that were actually about to happen to her at last.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_81": "But the jester felt very uneasy about it all; he felt so sure that the old Sausage-Glutton's amiability had some trickery underneath it.\n\n'You are a fairy, aren't you?' he said to the Dutch doll in a whisper; <|Q|>'can't you do anything to help her?'<|Q|>\n\n'No,' she said sulkily; 'and if I could, I wouldn't. She has chosen to put herself in his power, and whatever comes of it will serve her right. I don't know what he means to do, and I can't stop him. Still, if I can't help her, I can help you; and you may want it, because he is sure to be angry with you for trying to warn her.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_84": "'But I never gave him leave to meddle with me,' said the jester.\n\n<|Q|>'Have you got sawdust or bran inside you, or what?'<|Q|> asked the fairy.\n\n'Neither,' he said; 'only the bellows I squeak with, and wire. But why?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_114": "'Now listen, Winifred,' said Archie: 'this is the game. You're a beautiful queen (only do sit up and take that finger out of your mouth -- queens don't do that). Well, and I'm the king, and this is your maid of honour, the beautiful Lady Ethelinda, see?'\n\n<|Q|>'Go on, Archie; I see,'<|Q|> cried Winifred; 'and I like it so far.'\n\n'I think I ought to have been the queen!' said Ethelinda to herself.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_85": "'Have you got sawdust or bran inside you, or what?' asked the fairy.\n\n'Neither,' he said; <|Q|>'only the bellows I squeak with, and wire. But why?'<|Q|>\n\n'I was afraid so. It's only the dolls with sawdust or bran inside them that he can't do whatever he likes with without their consent. He can do anything he chooses with you; but he shan't hurt you this time, if you only take care -- for I'll grant you the very next thing you wish. Only do be careful now about wishing; don't be in a hurry and waste the wish. Wait till things are at their very worst.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_115": "'Now listen, Winifred,' said Archie: 'this is the game. You're a beautiful queen (only do sit up and take that finger out of your mouth -- queens don't do that). Well, and I'm the king, and this is your maid of honour, the beautiful Lady Ethelinda, see?'\n\n'Go on, Archie; I see,' cried Winifred; <|Q|>'and I like it so far.'<|Q|>\n\n'I think I ought to have been the queen!' said Ethelinda to herself.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_88": "'Thank you very much,' he said; 'I don't mind for myself so much, but I should like to prevent any harm from coming to her. I'll remember.'\n\nThen he bent towards Ethelinda and whispered: <|Q|>'You didn't believe what the old man on the clock told you about me, did you? I'<|Q|>m not jealous -- I'm only a poor jester, and you're a great lady. But you'll let me sit by you, and you'll talk to me sometimes in the evenings as you did to-night, won't you?'\n\nBut Ethelinda, though she heard him plainly, pretended to be fast asleep -- it was of no consequence to her whether he was jealous or not.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_117": "'I think I ought to have been the queen!' said Ethelinda to herself.\n\n'Well, now,' said the boy, <|Q|>'I'll tell you something. This maid of honour of yours doesn't like you (don't say she does, now; I'<|Q|>m telling this, and I know). You watch her carefully. Can't you see a sort of look in her face as if she didn't think much of you?'\n\n'How clever he is,' thought Ethelinda; 'he knows exactly how I feel!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_57": "'He's going back to school next week,' the jester said rather cheerfully.\n\n'So soon!' sighed Ethelinda. <|Q|>'There's hardly time for him to make a real heroine of me before that. How I wish he would! I shouldn't care how he did it, or what came of it. I'<|Q|>m sure I should enjoy it, and it would give me something to think about all my life.'\n\n'Say that again, my dainty little lady; say it again!' cried a harsh, jeering voice from beside them, 'and, if you really mean it, perhaps the old Sausage-Glutton can manage it for you. He's done more wonderful things than that in his time, I can tell you.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_118": "'Well, now,' said the boy, 'I'll tell you something. This maid of honour of yours doesn't like you (don't say she does, now; I'm telling this, and I know). You watch her carefully. Can't you see a sort of look in her face as if she didn't think much of you?'\n\n<|Q|>'How clever he is,'<|Q|> thought Ethelinda; 'he knows exactly how I feel!'\n\n'Do you really think it's that, Archie?' said Winifred; 'it's just what I was afraid of before you came in.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_63": "Ethelinda was too much fluttered to speak at first, and she was a little afraid of the old man, too, for he leered all round in such an odd way, and ate so fast and jerkily.\n\n<|Q|>'Don't -- oh, please don't!'<|Q|> cried a little squeaky voice above him. It came from a queer little angular doll, with gold-paper wings, a spangled muslin dress, and a wand with a tinsel star at the end of it, who was fastened up on the wall above a picture. 'You won't like it -- you won't, really!'\n\n'Don't trust him,' whispered the jester; 'he's a bad old man; he ruined a very promising young dancing nigger only the other day, unhinged him so that he will never hook on any more.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_121": "'How clever he is,' thought Ethelinda; 'he knows exactly how I feel!'\n\n'Do you really think it's that, Archie?' said Winifred; <|Q|>'it's just what I was afraid of before you came in.'<|Q|>\n\n'That's it. Look out for a kind of glare in her eye when I pay you any attention. (How does Your Majesty do? Well, I hope.) There, didn't you see it? Well, that's jealousy, that is. She hates you like anything!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_93": "A moment afterwards a lively brown-faced boy in sailor dress put his head in at the door. 'Hullo, Winnie,' he said, 'are you all alone?'\n\n'Nurse has gone downstairs,' said Winnie, plaintively; <|Q|>'I've got the dolls, but it's dull here somehow. Can't you come and help me to play, Archie?'<|Q|>\n\nArchie had been skating all the morning, and could not settle down just then to any of his favourite books, so he had come up to see Winnie with the idea of finding something to amuse him there -- for though he was a boy, he did unbend at times, so far as to help her in her games, out of which he managed to get a good deal of amusement in his own peculiar way.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_95": "But of course he had to make a favour of it, and must not let Winifred see that it was anything but a sacrifice for him to consent.\n\n'I've got other things to do,' he said; <|Q|>'and you know you always make a fuss when I do play with you. Look at last time!'<|Q|>\n\n'Ah, but then you played at being a slave-driver, Archie, and you made me sell you my old black Dinah for a slave, and then you tied her up and whipped her. I didn't like that game! But if you'll stay this time, I won't mind what else you do!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_70": "m a fairy. I had a Christmas-tree of my own once; but I had to leave it, it was so expensive to keep up. Now, you take my advice, my dear, do,' she added to Ethelinda, 'don't you listen to him. He'd give all his sausages to see you in trouble, he would; but he can't do anything unless you give him leave.'\n\nBut of course it would have been a little too absurd if Ethelinda had taken advice from a flat-headed twopenny doll and a flabby jester from the Lowther Arcade. <|Q|>'My good creatures,'<|Q|> she said to them, 'you mean well, no doubt, but pray leave this gentleman and me to settle our own affairs. Can you really get Master Archie to take some notice of me, sir?' she said to the figure on the clock.\n\n'I can, my loveliest,' he said.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_97": "For Archie had a way of making the dolls go through exciting adventures, at which Winifred assisted with a fearful wonder that had a fascination about it.\n\n<|Q|>'Girls don't know how to play with dolls, and that's a fact,'<|Q|> said Archie. 'I could get more fun out of that dolls' house than a dozen girls could' (he would have set fire to it); 'but I tell you what: if you'll let me do exactly what I like, and don't go interfering, except when I tell you to, perhaps I will stay a little while -- not long, you know.'\n\n'I promise,' said Winifred, 'if you won't break anything. I'll do just what you tell me.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_98": "For Archie had a way of making the dolls go through exciting adventures, at which Winifred assisted with a fearful wonder that had a fascination about it.\n\n'Girls don't know how to play with dolls, and that's a fact,' said Archie. <|Q|>'I could get more fun out of that dolls'<|Q|> house than a dozen girls could' (he would have set fire to it); 'but I tell you what: if you'll let me do exactly what I like, and don't go interfering, except when I tell you to, perhaps I will stay a little while -- not long, you know.'\n\n'I promise,' said Winifred, 'if you won't break anything. I'll do just what you tell me.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_100": "'I promise,' said Winifred, 'if you won't break anything. I'll do just what you tell me.'\n\n<|Q|>'Very well then, here goes; let's see who you've got. I say, who's this in the swell dress?'<|Q|>\n\nHe was pointing to Ethelinda, whose brain began to tingle at once with a delicious excitement. 'He has noticed me at last,' she thought; 'I wonder if I could make him fall desperately in love with me!' and she turned her big blue eyes full upon him. 'Ah, if I could only speak -- but perhaps I shall presently. I'm quite sure the romance is going to begin!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_99": "'Girls don't know how to play with dolls, and that's a fact,' said Archie. 'I could get more fun out of that dolls' house than a dozen girls could' (he would have set fire to it); 'but I tell you what: if you'll let me do exactly what I like, and don't go interfering, except when I tell you to, perhaps I will stay a little while -- not long, you know.'\n\n'I promise,' said Winifred, <|Q|>'if you won't break anything. I'll do just what you tell me.'<|Q|>\n\n'Very well then, here goes; let's see who you've got. I say, who's this in the swell dress?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_41": "'But what is champagne?' he interrupted.\n\n'Something you drink,' she said; <|Q|>'what else could it be?'<|Q|>\n\n'I see,' he said; 'a sort of orange-juice.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_102": "'Very well then, here goes; let's see who you've got. I say, who's this in the swell dress?'\n\nHe was pointing to Ethelinda, whose brain began to tingle at once with a delicious excitement. 'He has noticed me at last,' she thought; <|Q|>'I wonder if I could make him fall desperately in love with me!'<|Q|> and she turned her big blue eyes full upon him. 'Ah, if I could only speak -- but perhaps I shall presently. I'm quite sure the romance is going to begin!'\n\n'That's Ethelinda, Archie -- isn't she pretty?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_103": "'Very well then, here goes; let's see who you've got. I say, who's this in the swell dress?'\n\nHe was pointing to Ethelinda, whose brain began to tingle at once with a delicious excitement. 'He has noticed me at last,' she thought; 'I wonder if I could make him fall desperately in love with me!' and she turned her big blue eyes full upon him. <|Q|>'Ah, if I could only speak -- but perhaps I shall presently. I'<|Q|>m quite sure the romance is going to begin!'\n\n'That's Ethelinda, Archie -- isn't she pretty?'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_8": "There was a grin on the other's face. \"Hello, Gordon. Finally got our orders for you. It's Mercury!\"\n\nBruce Gordon nodded slowly. <|Q|>\"All right. I suppose you know I ruined the dome, was supposed to have killed Murdoch, pretended I was a Security agent...\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You were one,\" the man said. He grinned again. \"We know about Murdoch, and we know where Trench is -- but he's a good citizen now, so he can stay there. We're not throwing the book at you, Bruce. Damn it, we sent you here to get results, and you got them. We sent twenty others the same way -- and they failed. You were a bit drastic -- that I have to admit -- but we're one step closer to keeping nationalism off the planets, and that's all we care about.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_44": "'Orange-juice!' Ethelinda cried contemptuously; 'it's not in the least like orange-juice; it's -- -- ' (she didn't know what it was made of herself, but there was no use in telling him so) 'I couldn't make you understand without too much trouble, you really are so very ignorant, but there's a good deal of it in romances. And dukes, and guardsmen, and being very beautiful and deliciously miserable, till just before the end -- that's a romance! My milliner used to have it read out to her while she was dressing me for that ball I told you about.'\n\n<|Q|>'Do you mind telling me what a heroine is?'<|Q|> he asked. 'I know I'm very stupid.'\n\n'A heroine? oh, any doll can be a heroine. I felt all the time the heroines were all just like me. They were either very good or very wicked, and I'm sure I could be the one or the other if I got the chance. I think it would be more amusing, perhaps, to be a little wicked, but then it's not quite so easy, you know.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_108": "'What are you going to do with them, Archie?'\n\n<|Q|>'You leave that to me. I've an idea, something much better than your silly tea-parties.'<|Q|>\n\n'Why doesn't he tell that child to go?' thought Ethelinda, 'we don't want her!'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_12": "\"We can't know in our lifetime. All we can do is to hope. We'll probably get this Mother Corey and Isaacs elected properly; and for a while, things will improve. But there'll be pushers as long as weak men turn to drugs, and graft as long as voters allow the thing to get out of their hands. Let's say you've shifted some of the misery around a bit, and given them a chance to do better. It's up to them to take it or lose it.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"So I get sent to Mercury?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You can't stay here. They'll find out too much eventually.\" He paused, estimating Gordon. \"You can go back to Earth, Bruce, but you won't like it now. You're a fighter. And there's hell brewing on Mercury -- worse than here. We've got permission to send you there, if you'll go. With a yellow ticket, again -- but without any razzle-dazzle this time. The only thing you'll get out of it is a chance to fight for a better chance for others some day -- and a promise that there'll be more, until you get old enough to sit at a desk on Earth and fight against every bickering nation there to keep the planets clean. There's a rocket waiting to transship you to the Moon on the way to Mercury right now.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_107": "'I've seen them uglier,' he said; 'she's like that Eve de Something we saw at Drury Lane -- we'll have her, and there's that chap in the fool's dress, we may want him. Now we're ready.'\n\n<|Q|>'What are you going to do with them, Archie?'<|Q|>\n\n'You leave that to me. I've an idea, something much better than your silly tea-parties.'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_15": "\"You can go back to Earth, Bruce, but you won't like it now. You're a fighter. And there's hell brewing on Mercury -- worse than here. We've got permission to send you there, if you'll go. With a yellow ticket, again -- but without any razzle-dazzle this time. The only thing you'll get out of it is a chance to fight for a better chance for others some day -- and a promise that there'll be more, until you get old enough to sit at a desk on Earth and fight against every bickering nation there to keep the planets clean. There's a rocket waiting to transship you to the Moon on the way to Mercury right now.\"\n\nGordon sighed. <|Q|>\"All right. But I wish you'd tell my wife sometime that -- well, that I didn't just run out on her. She's had bad luck with men.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"She already knows,\" the Security man said. \"I've been waiting for you quite a while, you know. And I've paid her the pay we owe you from the time you began using your badge. She's out shopping!\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_109": "'You leave that to me. I've an idea, something much better than your silly tea-parties.'\n\n<|Q|>'Why doesn't he tell that child to go?'<|Q|> thought Ethelinda, 'we don't want her!'\n\n'Now listen, Winifred,' said Archie: 'this is the game. You're a beautiful queen (only do sit up and take that finger out of your mouth -- queens don't do that). Well, and I'm the king, and this is your maid of honour, the beautiful Lady Ethelinda, see?'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_16": "Gordon sighed. \"All right. But I wish you'd tell my wife sometime that -- well, that I didn't just run out on her. She's had bad luck with men.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"She already knows,\"<|Q|> the Security man said. \"I've been waiting for you quite a while, you know. And I've paid her the pay we owe you from the time you began using your badge. She's out shopping!\"\n\nThe car pulled up to the waiting rocket, and the Security man helped him up the steps with a perfunctory wish for good luck. Then Bruce Gordon stopped as great arms surrounded him.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_19": "The car pulled up to the waiting rocket, and the Security man helped him up the steps with a perfunctory wish for good luck. Then Bruce Gordon stopped as great arms surrounded him.\n\nMother Corey was immaculate, though not much prettier. But his old eyes were glinting. \"Did you think we'd let you go without seeing you off, cobber?\" he asked. <|Q|>\"And after I took a bath to celebrate? I -- I -- Oh, drat it, I'm getting old. Izzy, you tell him.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe grabbed Gordon's hand and waddled down the landing plank. Izzy shook his head.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_113": "'Why doesn't he tell that child to go?' thought Ethelinda, 'we don't want her!'\n\n'Now listen, Winifred,' said Archie: 'this is the game. You're a beautiful queen (only do sit up and take that finger out of your mouth -- queens don't do that). Well, and I<|Q|>'m the king, and this is your maid of honour, the beautiful Lady Ethelinda, see?'<|Q|>\n\n'Go on, Archie; I see,' cried Winifred; 'and I like it so far.'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_20": "He grabbed Gordon's hand and waddled down the landing plank. Izzy shook his head.\n\n<|Q|>\"I can't say it, either, gov'nor -- but some day, I'm going to have one of those badges myself. Like I always said, honesty sure pays, even if it kills you. Here!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe followed Mother Corey, leaving behind his favorite knife and a brand-new deck of reader cards, marked exactly as the ones Gordon had first used.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_83": "'No,' she said sulkily; 'and if I could, I wouldn't. She has chosen to put herself in his power, and whatever comes of it will serve her right. I don't know what he means to do, and I can't stop him. Still, if I can't help her, I can help you; and you may want it, because he is sure to be angry with you for trying to warn her.'\n\n<|Q|>'But I never gave him leave to meddle with me,'<|Q|> said the jester.\n\n'Have you got sawdust or bran inside you, or what?' asked the fairy.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_21": "She dropped into the seat very quietly, but her blouse touched his arm. In her hand was a punched ticket with the orange of Mars on top and the black of Mercury on the bottom.\n\n\"Hello, Bruce,\" Sheila said softly. <|Q|>\"I've been shopping and I spent the money the man gave me. This is all I have left. Do you think it's worth it? Or should I take it back?\"<|Q|>\n\nHe turned it over in his hands slowly, and the smile came back to his face gradually.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_119": "'Well, now,' said the boy, 'I'll tell you something. This maid of honour of yours doesn't like you (don't say she does, now; I'm telling this, and I know). You watch her carefully. Can't you see a sort of look in her face as if she didn't think much of you?'\n\n'How clever he is,' thought Ethelinda; <|Q|>'he knows exactly how I feel!'<|Q|>\n\n'Do you really think it's that, Archie?' said Winifred; 'it's just what I was afraid of before you came in.'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_1": "So I started for town in the wagon, and when I was half-way I see a wagon coming, and sure enough it was Tom Sawyer, and I stopped and waited till he come along. I says \u201cHold on!\u201d and it stopped alongside, and his mouth opened up like a trunk, and stayed so; and he swallowed two or three times like a person that\u2019s got a dry throat, and then says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI hain\u2019t ever done you no harm. You know that. So, then, what you want to come back and ha\u2019nt me for?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI says:", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_94": "But of course he had to make a favour of it, and must not let Winifred see that it was anything but a sacrifice for him to consent.\n\n<|Q|>'I've got other things to do,'<|Q|> he said; 'and you know you always make a fuss when I do play with you. Look at last time!'\n\n'Ah, but then you played at being a slave-driver, Archie, and you made me sell you my old black Dinah for a slave, and then you tied her up and whipped her. I didn't like that game! But if you'll stay this time, I won't mind what else you do!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_92": "A moment afterwards a lively brown-faced boy in sailor dress put his head in at the door. 'Hullo, Winnie,' he said, 'are you all alone?'\n\n<|Q|>'Nurse has gone downstairs,'<|Q|> said Winnie, plaintively; 'I've got the dolls, but it's dull here somehow. Can't you come and help me to play, Archie?'\n\nArchie had been skating all the morning, and could not settle down just then to any of his favourite books, so he had come up to see Winnie with the idea of finding something to amuse him there -- for though he was a boy, he did unbend at times, so far as to help her in her games, out of which he managed to get a good deal of amusement in his own peculiar way.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_120": "'How clever he is,' thought Ethelinda; 'he knows exactly how I feel!'\n\n<|Q|>'Do you really think it's that, Archie?'<|Q|> said Winifred; 'it's just what I was afraid of before you came in.'\n\n'That's it. Look out for a kind of glare in her eye when I pay you any attention. (How does Your Majesty do? Well, I hope.) There, didn't you see it? Well, that's jealousy, that is. She hates you like anything!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_123": "'I'm sure she doesn't, then,' protested Winifred.\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, well, if you know better than I do, you can finish it for yourself. I'<|Q|>m going.'\n\n'No, no; do stay. I like it. I'll be good after this!'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_0": "Gordon moved automatically toward the Seventh Ward. Fats' Place was still open, though the crooked tables had been removed. Gordon dropped to a stool, slipping off his helmet. He reached automatically for the glass of ether-needled beer. This time, it even tasted good to him.\n\n<|Q|>\"On the house, copper,\"<|Q|> Fats' voice said. The man dropped to another stool, rolling dice casually between his thumbs. \"And bring out a steak, there! You look as if you could stand it -- and Fats don't forget old friends!\"\n\n\"Friends and other things,\" Gordon said, remembering his first visit here. \"Maybe you should have got me that night, Fats.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_122": "'Do you really think it's that, Archie?' said Winifred; 'it's just what I was afraid of before you came in.'\n\n<|Q|>'That's it. Look out for a kind of glare in her eye when I pay you any attention. (How does Your Majesty do? Well, I hope.) There, didn't you see it? Well, that's jealousy, that is. She hates you like anything!'<|Q|>\n\n'I'm sure she doesn't, then,' protested Winifred.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_124": "'Oh, well, if you know better than I do, you can finish it for yourself. I'm going.'\n\n<|Q|>'No, no; do stay. I like it. I'll be good after this!'<|Q|>\n\n'Don't you interrupt again, then. Now the real truth is that she'd like to be queen instead of you; she's ambitious, you know -- that's what's the matter with her. And so she's got it into her head that if you were only out of the way, I should ask her to be the next queen!'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_1": "Gordon moved automatically toward the Seventh Ward. Fats' Place was still open, though the crooked tables had been removed. Gordon dropped to a stool, slipping off his helmet. He reached automatically for the glass of ether-needled beer. This time, it even tasted good to him.\n\n\"On the house, copper,\" Fats' voice said. The man dropped to another stool, rolling dice casually between his thumbs. <|Q|>\"And bring out a steak, there! You look as if you could stand it -- and Fats don't forget old friends!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Friends and other things,\" Gordon said, remembering his first visit here. \"Maybe you should have got me that night, Fats.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_2": "\"On the house, copper,\" Fats' voice said. The man dropped to another stool, rolling dice casually between his thumbs. \"And bring out a steak, there! You look as if you could stand it -- and Fats don't forget old friends!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Friends and other things,\"<|Q|> Gordon said, remembering his first visit here. \"Maybe you should have got me that night, Fats.\"\n\nThe other shrugged. \"That's Mars.\" He rolled the dice out, then picked them up again. \"Guess I'll have to stick to selling meals, mostly -- for a while, at least. Somebody told me you'd joined Security and got banged up trying to keep Trench from blowing up the dome. Thought you'd be in the chips!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_3": "\"On the house, copper,\" Fats' voice said. The man dropped to another stool, rolling dice casually between his thumbs. \"And bring out a steak, there! You look as if you could stand it -- and Fats don't forget old friends!\"\n\n\"Friends and other things,\" Gordon said, remembering his first visit here. <|Q|>\"Maybe you should have got me that night, Fats.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe other shrugged. \"That's Mars.\" He rolled the dice out, then picked them up again. \"Guess I'll have to stick to selling meals, mostly -- for a while, at least. Somebody told me you'd joined Security and got banged up trying to keep Trench from blowing up the dome. Thought you'd be in the chips!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_5": "The other shrugged. \"That's Mars.\" He rolled the dice out, then picked them up again. \"Guess I'll have to stick to selling meals, mostly -- for a while, at least. Somebody told me you'd joined Security and got banged up trying to keep Trench from blowing up the dome. Thought you'd be in the chips!\"\n\n\"That's Mars,\" Gordon echoed the other's comment. <|Q|>\"Why don't you pull off the planet, Fats? You could go back to Earth, I'd guess.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe other nodded. \"Yeah. I went back, about ten years ago. Spent four weeks down there. I dunno. Guess a man gets used to anything ... Hell, maybe I can hire some bums to sit around and whoop it up when the ships come in, and bill this as a real old Martian den of sin! Get a barker out at the port, run special busses, charge the suckers a mint for a cheap thrill.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_4": "\"Friends and other things,\" Gordon said, remembering his first visit here. \"Maybe you should have got me that night, Fats.\"\n\nThe other shrugged. \"That's Mars.\" He rolled the dice out, then picked them up again. <|Q|>\"Guess I'll have to stick to selling meals, mostly -- for a while, at least. Somebody told me you'd joined Security and got banged up trying to keep Trench from blowing up the dome. Thought you'd be in the chips!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"That's Mars,\" Gordon echoed the other's comment. \"Why don't you pull off the planet, Fats? You could go back to Earth, I'd guess.\"", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_13": "\u201cI ain\u2019t joking, either.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, then,\u201d I says, <|Q|>\u201cjoking or no joking, if you hear anything said about a runaway nigger, don\u2019t forget to remember that you don\u2019t know nothing about him, and I don\u2019t know nothing about him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThen we took the trunk and put it in my wagon, and he drove off his way and I drove mine. But of course I forgot all about driving slow on accounts of being glad and full of thinking; so I got home a heap too quick for that length of a trip. The old gentleman was at the door, and he says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_15": "In about half an hour Tom\u2019s wagon drove up to the front stile, and Aunt Sally she see it through the window, because it was only about fifty yards, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, there\u2019s somebody come! I wonder who \u2019tis? Why, I do believe it\u2019s a stranger. Jimmy\u201d<|Q|> (that\u2019s one of the children) \u201crun and tell Lize to put on another plate for dinner.\u201d\n\nEverybody made a rush for the front door, because, of course, a stranger don\u2019t come every year, and so he lays over the yaller-fever, for interest, when he does come. Tom was over the stile and starting for the house; the wagon was spinning up the road for the village, and we was all bunched in the front door. Tom had his store clothes on, and an audience \u2014 and that was always nuts for Tom Sawyer. In them circumstances it warn\u2019t no trouble to him to throw in an amount of style that was suitable. He warn\u2019t a boy to meeky along up that yard like a sheep; no, he come ca\u2019m and important, like the ram. When he got a-front of us he lifts his hat ever so gracious and dainty, like it was the lid of a box that had butterflies asleep in it and he didn\u2019t want to disturb them, and says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_17": "Everybody made a rush for the front door, because, of course, a stranger don\u2019t come every year, and so he lays over the yaller-fever, for interest, when he does come. Tom was over the stile and starting for the house; the wagon was spinning up the road for the village, and we was all bunched in the front door. Tom had his store clothes on, and an audience \u2014 and that was always nuts for Tom Sawyer. In them circumstances it warn\u2019t no trouble to him to throw in an amount of style that was suitable. He warn\u2019t a boy to meeky along up that yard like a sheep; no, he come ca\u2019m and important, like the ram. When he got a-front of us he lifts his hat ever so gracious and dainty, like it was the lid of a box that had butterflies asleep in it and he didn\u2019t want to disturb them, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMr. Archibald Nichols, I presume?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, my boy,\u201d says the old gentleman, \u201cI\u2019m sorry to say \u2019t your driver has deceived you; Nichols\u2019s place is down a matter of three mile more. Come in, come in.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_106": "'That's Ethelinda, Archie -- isn't she pretty?'\n\n'I've seen them uglier,' he said; <|Q|>'she's like that Eve de Something we saw at Drury Lane -- we'll have her, and there's that chap in the fool's dress, we may want him. Now we're<|Q|> ready.'\n\n'What are you going to do with them, Archie?'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_19": "\u201cMr. Archibald Nichols, I presume?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, my boy,\u201d says the old gentleman, <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019m sorry to say \u2019t your driver has deceived you; Nichols\u2019s place is down a matter of three mile more. Come in, come in.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nTom he took a look back over his shoulder, and says, \u201cToo late \u2014 he\u2019s out of sight.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_20": "\u201cNo, my boy,\u201d says the old gentleman, \u201cI\u2019m sorry to say \u2019t your driver has deceived you; Nichols\u2019s place is down a matter of three mile more. Come in, come in.\u201d\n\nTom he took a look back over his shoulder, and says, <|Q|>\u201cToo late \u2014 he\u2019s out of sight.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, he\u2019s gone, my son, and you must come in and eat your dinner with us; and then we\u2019ll hitch up and take you down to Nichols\u2019s.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_13": "\"So I get sent to Mercury?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You can't stay here. They'll find out too much eventually.\"<|Q|> He paused, estimating Gordon. \"You can go back to Earth, Bruce, but you won't like it now. You're a fighter. And there's hell brewing on Mercury -- worse than here. We've got permission to send you there, if you'll go. With a yellow ticket, again -- but without any razzle-dazzle this time. The only thing you'll get out of it is a chance to fight for a better chance for others some day -- and a promise that there'll be more, until you get old enough to sit at a desk on Earth and fight against every bickering nation there to keep the planets clean. There's a rocket waiting to transship you to the Moon on the way to Mercury right now.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_17": "Gordon sighed. \"All right. But I wish you'd tell my wife sometime that -- well, that I didn't just run out on her. She's had bad luck with men.\"\n\n\"She already knows,\" the Security man said. <|Q|>\"I've been waiting for you quite a while, you know. And I've paid her the pay we owe you from the time you began using your badge. She's out shopping!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe car pulled up to the waiting rocket, and the Security man helped him up the steps with a perfunctory wish for good luck. Then Bruce Gordon stopped as great arms surrounded him.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_111": "'Why doesn't he tell that child to go?' thought Ethelinda, 'we don't want her!'\n\n<|Q|>'Now listen, Winifred,'<|Q|> said Archie: 'this is the game. You're a beautiful queen (only do sit up and take that finger out of your mouth -- queens don't do that). Well, and I'm the king, and this is your maid of honour, the beautiful Lady Ethelinda, see?'\n\n'Go on, Archie; I see,' cried Winifred; 'and I like it so far.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_112": "'Why doesn't he tell that child to go?' thought Ethelinda, 'we don't want her!'\n\n'Now listen, Winifred,' said Archie: <|Q|>'this is the game. You're<|Q|> a beautiful queen (only do sit up and take that finger out of your mouth -- queens don't do that). Well, and I'm the king, and this is your maid of honour, the beautiful Lady Ethelinda, see?'\n\n'Go on, Archie; I see,' cried Winifred; 'and I like it so far.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_87": "'I was afraid so. It's only the dolls with sawdust or bran inside them that he can't do whatever he likes with without their consent. He can do anything he chooses with you; but he shan't hurt you this time, if you only take care -- for I'll grant you the very next thing you wish. Only do be careful now about wishing; don't be in a hurry and waste the wish. Wait till things are at their very worst.'\n\n'Thank you very much,' he said; <|Q|>'I don't mind for myself so much, but I should like to prevent any harm from coming to her. I'll remember.'<|Q|>\n\nThen he bent towards Ethelinda and whispered: 'You didn't believe what the old man on the clock told you about me, did you? I'm not jealous -- I'm only a poor jester, and you're a great lady. But you'll let me sit by you, and you'll talk to me sometimes in the evenings as you did to-night, won't you?'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_22": "He turned it over in his hands slowly, and the smile came back to his face gradually.\n\n<|Q|>\"You got a bargain, Cuddles,\"<|Q|> he said. \"A lot better than the meal ticket you bought. Let's keep it.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_89": "'Thank you very much,' he said; 'I don't mind for myself so much, but I should like to prevent any harm from coming to her. I'll remember.'\n\nThen he bent towards Ethelinda and whispered: 'You didn't believe what the old man on the clock told you about me, did you? I'm not jealous -- I<|Q|>'m only a poor jester, and you're<|Q|> a great lady. But you'll let me sit by you, and you'll talk to me sometimes in the evenings as you did to-night, won't you?'\n\nBut Ethelinda, though she heard him plainly, pretended to be fast asleep -- it was of no consequence to her whether he was jealous or not.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_2": "I says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI hain\u2019t come back \u2014 I hain\u2019t been gone.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWhen he heard my voice it righted him up some, but he warn\u2019t quite satisfied yet. He says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_29": "\u201cI didn\u2019t mean nothing, m\u2019am. I didn\u2019t mean no harm. I \u2014 I \u2014 thought you\u2019d like it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, you born fool!\u201d<|Q|> She took up the spinning stick, and it looked like it was all she could do to keep from giving him a crack with it. \u201cWhat made you think I\u2019d like it?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, I don\u2019t know. Only, they \u2014 they \u2014 told me you would.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_0": "CHAPTER XXXIII.\n\nSo I started for town in the wagon, and when I was half-way I see a wagon coming, and sure enough it was Tom Sawyer, and I stopped and waited till he come along. I says <|Q|>\u201cHold on!\u201d<|Q|> and it stopped alongside, and his mouth opened up like a trunk, and stayed so; and he swallowed two or three times like a person that\u2019s got a dry throat, and then says:\n\n\u201cI hain\u2019t ever done you no harm. You know that. So, then, what you want to come back and ha\u2019nt me for?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_30": "\u201cI didn\u2019t mean nothing, m\u2019am. I didn\u2019t mean no harm. I \u2014 I \u2014 thought you\u2019d like it.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, you born fool!\u201d She took up the spinning stick, and it looked like it was all she could do to keep from giving him a crack with it. <|Q|>\u201cWhat made you think I\u2019d like it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, I don\u2019t know. Only, they \u2014 they \u2014 told me you would.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_5": "\u201cHonest injun, I ain\u2019t,\u201d I says.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell \u2014 I \u2014 I \u2014 well, that ought to settle it, of course; but I can\u2019t somehow seem to understand it no way. Looky here, warn\u2019t you ever murdered at all?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo. I warn\u2019t ever murdered at all \u2014 I played it on them. You come in here and feel of me if you don\u2019t believe me.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_6": "\u201cWell \u2014 I \u2014 I \u2014 well, that ought to settle it, of course; but I can\u2019t somehow seem to understand it no way. Looky here, warn\u2019t you ever murdered at all?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo. I warn\u2019t ever murdered at all \u2014 I played it on them. You come in here and feel of me if you don\u2019t believe me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSo he done it; and it satisfied him; and he was that glad to see me again he didn\u2019t know what to do. And he wanted to know all about it right off, because it was a grand adventure, and mysterious, and so it hit him where he lived. But I said, leave it alone till by-and-by; and told his driver to wait, and we drove off a little piece, and I told him the kind of a fix I was in, and what did he reckon we better do? He said, let him alone a minute, and don\u2019t disturb him. So he thought and thought, and pretty soon he says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_35": "He got up and looked distressed, and fumbled his hat, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019m sorry, and I warn\u2019t expecting it. They told me to. They all told me to. They all said, kiss her; and said she\u2019d like it. They all said it \u2014 every one of them. But I\u2019m sorry, m\u2019am, and I won\u2019t do it no more \u2014 I won\u2019t, honest.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou won\u2019t, won\u2019t you? Well, I sh\u2019d reckon you won\u2019t!\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_4": "\u201cDon\u2019t you play nothing on me, because I wouldn\u2019t on you. Honest injun now, you ain\u2019t a ghost?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHonest injun, I ain\u2019t,\u201d<|Q|> I says.\n\n\u201cWell \u2014 I \u2014 I \u2014 well, that ought to settle it, of course; but I can\u2019t somehow seem to understand it no way. Looky here, warn\u2019t you ever murdered at all?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_8": "I says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAll right; but wait a minute. There\u2019s one more thing \u2014 a thing that nobody don\u2019t know but me. And that is, there\u2019s a nigger here that I\u2019m a-trying to steal out of slavery, and his name is Jim \u2014 old Miss Watson\u2019s Jim.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_9": "He stopped and went to studying. I says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI know what you\u2019ll say. You\u2019ll say it\u2019s dirty, low-down business; but what if it is? I\u2019m low down; and I\u2019m a-going to steal him, and I want you keep mum and not let on. Will you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHis eye lit up, and he says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_10": "His eye lit up, and he says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ll help you steal him!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWell, I let go all holts then, like I was shot. It was the most astonishing speech I ever heard \u2014 and I\u2019m bound to say Tom Sawyer fell considerable in my estimation. Only I couldn\u2019t believe it. Tom Sawyer a nigger stealer!", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_11": "Well, I let go all holts then, like I was shot. It was the most astonishing speech I ever heard \u2014 and I\u2019m bound to say Tom Sawyer fell considerable in my estimation. Only I couldn\u2019t believe it. Tom Sawyer a nigger stealer!\n\n\u201cOh, shucks!\u201d I says; <|Q|>\u201cyou\u2019re joking.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI ain\u2019t joking, either.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_12": "\u201cOh, shucks!\u201d I says; \u201cyou\u2019re joking.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI ain\u2019t joking, either.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, then,\u201d I says, \u201cjoking or no joking, if you hear anything said about a runaway nigger, don\u2019t forget to remember that you don\u2019t know nothing about him, and I don\u2019t know nothing about him.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_7": "Then he stopped. Security had finally gotten around to him, it seemed. Inside the hallway, the Security man who'd first sent him to Mars was waiting.\n\nThere was a grin on the other's face. <|Q|>\"Hello, Gordon. Finally got our orders for you. It's Mercury!\"<|Q|>\n\nBruce Gordon nodded slowly. \"All right. I suppose you know I ruined the dome, was supposed to have killed Murdoch, pretended I was a Security agent...\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_73": "'I can, my loveliest,' he said.\n\n<|Q|>'And will it be exciting,'<|Q|> she asked, 'and romantic, and -- and just the least bit wicked, too?'\n\n'You shall be the very wickedest heroine in any nursery in the world,' he replied. 'Oh, dear me, how you will enjoy yourself!'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_10": "\"You were one,\" the man said. He grinned again. \"We know about Murdoch, and we know where Trench is -- but he's a good citizen now, so he can stay there. We're not throwing the book at you, Bruce. Damn it, we sent you here to get results, and you got them. We sent twenty others the same way -- and they failed. You were a bit drastic -- that I have to admit -- but we're one step closer to keeping nationalism off the planets, and that's all we care about.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I wonder if it's worth it,\"<|Q|> Gordon said slowly.\n\nThe other shook his head. \"We can't know in our lifetime. All we can do is to hope. We'll probably get this Mother Corey and Isaacs elected properly; and for a while, things will improve. But there'll be pushers as long as weak men turn to drugs, and graft as long as voters allow the thing to get out of their hands. Let's say you've shifted some of the misery around a bit, and given them a chance to do better. It's up to them to take it or lose it.\"", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_43": "So she didn\u2019t lose no time, but asked him; and hugged him and kissed him over and over again, and then turned him over to the old man, and he took what was left. And after they got a little quiet again she says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, dear me, I never see such a surprise. We warn\u2019t looking for you at all, but only Tom. Sis never wrote to me about anybody coming but him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s because it warn\u2019t intended for any of us to come but Tom,\u201d he says; \u201cbut I begged and begged, and at the last minute she let me come, too; so, coming down the river, me and Tom thought it would be a first-rate surprise for him to come here to the house first, and for me to by-and-by tag along and drop in, and let on to be a stranger. But it was a mistake, Aunt Sally. This ain\u2019t no healthy place for a stranger to come.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_18": "\u201cMr. Archibald Nichols, I presume?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, my boy,\u201d<|Q|> says the old gentleman, \u201cI\u2019m sorry to say \u2019t your driver has deceived you; Nichols\u2019s place is down a matter of three mile more. Come in, come in.\u201d\n\nTom he took a look back over his shoulder, and says, \u201cToo late \u2014 he\u2019s out of sight.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_48": "\u201cPa, mayn\u2019t Tom and Sid and me go to the show?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d says the old man, <|Q|>\u201cI reckon there ain\u2019t going to be any; and you couldn\u2019t go if there was; because the runaway nigger told Burton and me all about that scandalous show, and Burton said he would tell the people; so I reckon they\u2019ve drove the owdacious loafers out of town before this time.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSo there it was! \u2014 but I couldn\u2019t help it. Tom and me was to sleep in the same room and bed; so, being tired, we bid good-night and went up to bed right after supper, and clumb out of the window and down the lightning-rod, and shoved for the town; for I didn\u2019t believe anybody was going to give the king and the duke a hint, and so if I didn\u2019t hurry up and give them one they\u2019d get into trouble sure.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_110": "'You leave that to me. I've an idea, something much better than your silly tea-parties.'\n\n'Why doesn't he tell that child to go?' thought Ethelinda, <|Q|>'we don't want her!'<|Q|>\n\n'Now listen, Winifred,' said Archie: 'this is the game. You're a beautiful queen (only do sit up and take that finger out of your mouth -- queens don't do that). Well, and I'm the king, and this is your maid of honour, the beautiful Lady Ethelinda, see?'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_21": "Tom he took a look back over his shoulder, and says, \u201cToo late \u2014 he\u2019s out of sight.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, he\u2019s gone, my son, and you must come in and eat your dinner with us; and then we\u2019ll hitch up and take you down to Nichols\u2019s.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, I can\u2019t make you so much trouble; I couldn\u2019t think of it. I\u2019ll walk \u2014 I don\u2019t mind the distance.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_22": "\u201cYes, he\u2019s gone, my son, and you must come in and eat your dinner with us; and then we\u2019ll hitch up and take you down to Nichols\u2019s.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, I can\u2019t make you so much trouble; I couldn\u2019t think of it. I\u2019ll walk \u2014 I don\u2019t mind the distance.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut we won\u2019t let you walk \u2014 it wouldn\u2019t be Southern hospitality to do it. Come right in.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_3": "\"Oh yes!\" Chris agreed enthusiastically, \"And say! Some of the programs -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, they are splendid, I know,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker broke in. \"But will you please explain to me how television works?\"\n\nChris stared at his questioner for a moment and then settled back in his chair, his forehead puckered with concentration.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_5": "Chris stared at his questioner for a moment and then settled back in his chair, his forehead puckered with concentration.\n\n\"Well, gee -- \" He stopped. \"Well,\" he began again, \"I think it has to do with light rays passing through a -- well, hm-mm, there's an electric impulse, see -- I guess it's that that sends out -- \" He stopped altogether. <|Q|>\"Well golly Moses, Mr. Wicker,\"<|Q|> he ended lamely, \"it seems to be pretty complicated to go into.\"\n\nMr. Wicker smiled, a wide engaging smile showing strong white teeth.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_4": "\"Oh yes!\" Chris agreed enthusiastically, \"And say! Some of the programs -- \"\n\n\"Yes, they are splendid, I know,\" Mr. Wicker broke in. <|Q|>\"But will you please explain to me how television works?\"<|Q|>\n\nChris stared at his questioner for a moment and then settled back in his chair, his forehead puckered with concentration.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_27": "\u201cI\u2019m surprised at you, m\u2019am.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou\u2019re s\u2019rp \u2014 Why, what do you reckon I am? I\u2019ve a good notion to take and \u2014 Say, what do you mean by kissing me?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe looked kind of humble, and says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_26": "He looked kind of hurt, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019m surprised at you, m\u2019am.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou\u2019re s\u2019rp \u2014 Why, what do you reckon I am? I\u2019ve a good notion to take and \u2014 Say, what do you mean by kissing me?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_28": "He looked kind of humble, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI didn\u2019t mean nothing, m\u2019am. I didn\u2019t mean no harm. I \u2014 I \u2014 thought you\u2019d like it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, you born fool!\u201d She took up the spinning stick, and it looked like it was all she could do to keep from giving him a crack with it. \u201cWhat made you think I\u2019d like it?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_10_anstey_64kb_116": "'Go on, Archie; I see,' cried Winifred; 'and I like it so far.'\n\n<|Q|>'I think I ought to have been the queen!'<|Q|> said Ethelinda to herself.\n\n'Well, now,' said the boy, 'I'll tell you something. This maid of honour of yours doesn't like you (don't say she does, now; I'm telling this, and I know). You watch her carefully. Can't you see a sort of look in her face as if she didn't think much of you?'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_3": "When he heard my voice it righted him up some, but he warn\u2019t quite satisfied yet. He says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t you play nothing on me, because I wouldn\u2019t on you. Honest injun now, you ain\u2019t a ghost?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHonest injun, I ain\u2019t,\u201d I says.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_13": "[Illustration]\n\n\"You have it, Christopher. You were born with the ability to move backward into time that has passed. Whether or not you will ever master the gift of moving into the future, that, of course\" -- Mr. Wicker shrugged -- <|Q|>\"is impossible to tell. You may. But for my purposes, that you have been able to return this far is enough.\"<|Q|> He looked searchingly at Chris. \"Have you understood what I have been saying up to now?\" he asked.\n\n\"I think so, sir,\" Chris answered slowly.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_33": "\u201cThey told you I would. Whoever told you\u2019s another lunatic. I never heard the beat of it. Who\u2019s they?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, everybody. They all said so, m\u2019am.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt was all she could do to hold in; and her eyes snapped, and her fingers worked like she wanted to scratch him; and she says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_34": "It was all she could do to hold in; and her eyes snapped, and her fingers worked like she wanted to scratch him; and she says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWho\u2019s \u2018everybody\u2019? Out with their names, or ther\u2019ll be an idiot short.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe got up and looked distressed, and fumbled his hat, and says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_31": "\u201cWhy, you born fool!\u201d She took up the spinning stick, and it looked like it was all she could do to keep from giving him a crack with it. \u201cWhat made you think I\u2019d like it?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, I don\u2019t know. Only, they \u2014 they \u2014 told me you would.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThey told you I would. Whoever told you\u2019s another lunatic. I never heard the beat of it. Who\u2019s they?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_16": "\"I think so, sir,\" Chris answered slowly.\n\n<|Q|>\"This ability to move back and forth in Time,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker continued, \"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger. \"Yes, it will be.\" He looked across at Chris as if returning from a great distance.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_7": "So he done it; and it satisfied him; and he was that glad to see me again he didn\u2019t know what to do. And he wanted to know all about it right off, because it was a grand adventure, and mysterious, and so it hit him where he lived. But I said, leave it alone till by-and-by; and told his driver to wait, and we drove off a little piece, and I told him the kind of a fix I was in, and what did he reckon we better do? He said, let him alone a minute, and don\u2019t disturb him. So he thought and thought, and pretty soon he says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s all right; I\u2019ve got it. Take my trunk in your wagon, and let on it\u2019s your\u2019n; and you turn back and fool along slow, so as to get to the house about the time you ought to; and I\u2019ll go towards town a piece, and take a fresh start, and get there a quarter or a half an hour after you; and you needn\u2019t let on to know me at first.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI says:", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_17": "\"I think so, sir,\" Chris answered slowly.\n\n\"This ability to move back and forth in Time,\" Mr. Wicker continued, <|Q|>\"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\"<|Q|> mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger. \"Yes, it will be.\" He looked across at Chris as if returning from a great distance. \"But until it has been it appears fantastic, does it not?\"\n\n\"It certainly does!\" Chris replied with fervor. \"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_39": "\u201cTill I ask you! Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days! I lay you\u2019ll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask you \u2014 or the likes of you.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he says, \u201cit does surprise me so. I can\u2019t make it out, somehow. They said you would, and I thought you would. But \u2014 \u201d He stopped and looked around slow, like he wished he could run across a friendly eye somewheres, and fetched up on the old gentleman\u2019s, and says, <|Q|>\u201cDidn\u2019t you think she\u2019d like me to kiss her, sir?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, no; I \u2014 I \u2014 well, no, I b\u2019lieve I didn\u2019t.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_20": "\"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger. \"Yes, it will be.\" He looked across at Chris as if returning from a great distance. \"But until it has been it appears fantastic, does it not?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"It certainly does!\"<|Q|> Chris replied with fervor. \"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"\n\n\"No,\" nodded Mr. Wicker, \"and I would not blame you. But now,\" he announced, rising and turning toward the table, \"you must have your mind set at rest regarding your mother.\" He motioned for Chris to join him. \"You will need to know only once and they say -- \" he smiled down at the boy beside him \" -- they say that seeing is believing, so you shall see for yourself.\"", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_38": "\u201cNo\u2019m, I\u2019m honest about it; I won\u2019t ever do it again \u2014 till you ask me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTill I ask you! Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days! I lay you\u2019ll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask you \u2014 or the likes of you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he says, \u201cit does surprise me so. I can\u2019t make it out, somehow. They said you would, and I thought you would. But \u2014 \u201d He stopped and looked around slow, like he wished he could run across a friendly eye somewheres, and fetched up on the old gentleman\u2019s, and says, \u201cDidn\u2019t you think she\u2019d like me to kiss her, sir?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_41": "Then he looks on around the same way to me, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTom, didn\u2019t you think Aunt Sally \u2019d open out her arms and say, \u2018Sid Sawyer \u2014 \u2019\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMy land!\u201d she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_42": "\u201cMy land!\u201d she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, not till you\u2019ve asked me first.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSo she didn\u2019t lose no time, but asked him; and hugged him and kissed him over and over again, and then turned him over to the old man, and he took what was left. And after they got a little quiet again she says:", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_25": "Mr. Wicker picked up the round-bellied silver pitcher and set it in front of Chris.\n\n\"They say too,\" Mr. Wicker said scornfully, <|Q|>\"that crystal balls are the things to look into. Perfect tommyrot. This will do equally well. Look and see.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris bent to peer at the polished silver side of the pitcher. At first, it shone as no doubt it always did from Becky Boozer's powerful rubbing. Then, as he watched, the rounded side of the pitcher misted over, as if it had been filled with ice water. Next, the center of the misted portion cleared away, and as it cleared a picture formed, welling up into his sight as if from within the pitcher through the silver of its sides.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_16": "In about half an hour Tom\u2019s wagon drove up to the front stile, and Aunt Sally she see it through the window, because it was only about fifty yards, and says:\n\n\u201cWhy, there\u2019s somebody come! I wonder who \u2019tis? Why, I do believe it\u2019s a stranger. Jimmy\u201d (that\u2019s one of the children) <|Q|>\u201crun and tell Lize to put on another plate for dinner.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nEverybody made a rush for the front door, because, of course, a stranger don\u2019t come every year, and so he lays over the yaller-fever, for interest, when he does come. Tom was over the stile and starting for the house; the wagon was spinning up the road for the village, and we was all bunched in the front door. Tom had his store clothes on, and an audience \u2014 and that was always nuts for Tom Sawyer. In them circumstances it warn\u2019t no trouble to him to throw in an amount of style that was suitable. He warn\u2019t a boy to meeky along up that yard like a sheep; no, he come ca\u2019m and important, like the ram. When he got a-front of us he lifts his hat ever so gracious and dainty, like it was the lid of a box that had butterflies asleep in it and he didn\u2019t want to disturb them, and says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_44": "\u201cWhy, dear me, I never see such a surprise. We warn\u2019t looking for you at all, but only Tom. Sis never wrote to me about anybody coming but him.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s because it warn\u2019t intended for any of us to come but Tom,\u201d<|Q|> he says; \u201cbut I begged and begged, and at the last minute she let me come, too; so, coming down the river, me and Tom thought it would be a first-rate surprise for him to come here to the house first, and for me to by-and-by tag along and drop in, and let on to be a stranger. But it was a mistake, Aunt Sally. This ain\u2019t no healthy place for a stranger to come.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo \u2014 not impudent whelps, Sid. You ought to had your jaws boxed; I hain\u2019t been so put out since I don\u2019t know when. But I don\u2019t care, I don\u2019t mind the terms \u2014 I\u2019d be willing to stand a thousand such jokes to have you here. Well, to think of that performance! I don\u2019t deny it, I was most putrified with astonishment when you give me that smack.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_27": "The doctor said, \"The turn has come. She will pull through, but she will need watchful care.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh, thank God! Thank God!\"<|Q|> his Aunt Rachel cried, and covering her face with her hands, she burst into tears.\n\nThe scene misted over once again and when it cleared, the pitcher was merely a pitcher on a table in Mr. Wicker's room. Chris looked up at the man who regarded him gravely.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_0": "Mr. Wicker turned and walked back to the two leather chairs with his hand still on Chris's shoulder. He stopped near the table and looked down.\n\n\"I know that all this -- \" he waved a hand to take in not only the room but, Chris thought, the different time as well, \" -- all this seems impossible to understand.\" He paused, pondering. <|Q|>\"Perhaps we had better sit down and I will try to make it understandable.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Let me put it this way,\" Mr. Wicker began when they were seated once more in their chairs before the fire. \"You have a television set at home?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_1": "\"I know that all this -- \" he waved a hand to take in not only the room but, Chris thought, the different time as well, \" -- all this seems impossible to understand.\" He paused, pondering. \"Perhaps we had better sit down and I will try to make it understandable.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Let me put it this way,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker began when they were seated once more in their chairs before the fire. \"You have a television set at home?\"\n\n\"Oh yes!\" Chris agreed enthusiastically, \"And say! Some of the programs -- \"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_2": "\"I know that all this -- \" he waved a hand to take in not only the room but, Chris thought, the different time as well, \" -- all this seems impossible to understand.\" He paused, pondering. \"Perhaps we had better sit down and I will try to make it understandable.\"\n\n\"Let me put it this way,\" Mr. Wicker began when they were seated once more in their chairs before the fire. <|Q|>\"You have a television set at home?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Oh yes!\" Chris agreed enthusiastically, \"And say! Some of the programs -- \"", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_24": "\u201cBut we won\u2019t let you walk \u2014 it wouldn\u2019t be Southern hospitality to do it. Come right in.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, do,\u201d says Aunt Sally; <|Q|>\u201cit ain\u2019t a bit of trouble to us, not a bit in the world. You must stay. It\u2019s a long, dusty three mile, and we can\u2019t let you walk. And, besides, I\u2019ve already told \u2019em to put on another plate when I see you coming; so you mustn\u2019t disappoint us. Come right in and make yourself at home.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSo Tom he thanked them very hearty and handsome, and let himself be persuaded, and come in; and when he was in he said he was a stranger from Hicksville, Ohio, and his name was William Thompson \u2014 and he made another bow.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_1": "[Illustration]\n\n\"Be of good heart, Amos,\" Mr. Wicker said to him kindly, <|Q|>\"and look after young Christopher as best you can.\"<|Q|>\n\nThen, at a gesture from Mr. Wicker, Amos, agog, stepped into the hamper where he stood uncertainly, his expression half terrified and half delighted.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_23": "\u201cOh, I can\u2019t make you so much trouble; I couldn\u2019t think of it. I\u2019ll walk \u2014 I don\u2019t mind the distance.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut we won\u2019t let you walk \u2014 it wouldn\u2019t be Southern hospitality to do it. Come right in.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, do,\u201d says Aunt Sally; \u201cit ain\u2019t a bit of trouble to us, not a bit in the world. You must stay. It\u2019s a long, dusty three mile, and we can\u2019t let you walk. And, besides, I\u2019ve already told \u2019em to put on another plate when I see you coming; so you mustn\u2019t disappoint us. Come right in and make yourself at home.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_7": "Mr. Wicker smiled, a wide engaging smile showing strong white teeth.\n\n\"It is,\" he agreed warmly, his eyes twinkling, <|Q|>\"Is it not? Very complicated. You probably would not be able to describe to me the details of how the radio or long-distance telephone work either, would you, young man?\"<|Q|>\n\nChris had to grin back when he saw that Mr. Wicker was not laughing at him, but rather at the complexity of such mechanical things.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_6": "Chris stared at his questioner for a moment and then settled back in his chair, his forehead puckered with concentration.\n\n\"Well, gee -- \" He stopped. \"Well,\" he began again, \"I think it has to do with light rays passing through a -- well, hm-mm, there's an electric impulse, see -- I guess it's that that sends out -- \" He stopped altogether. \"Well golly Moses, Mr. Wicker,\" he ended lamely, <|Q|>\"it seems to be pretty complicated to go into.\"<|Q|>\n\nMr. Wicker smiled, a wide engaging smile showing strong white teeth.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_8": "Chris had to grin back when he saw that Mr. Wicker was not laughing at him, but rather at the complexity of such mechanical things.\n\n<|Q|>\"No, sir, I guess not. We're just glad to be able to use them, I expect.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Ah!\" said Mr. Wicker in a tone of immense satisfaction, \"Quite so. You are just glad to be able to use and enjoy them. Well, then, my boy, the things I have just shown you, and what I am about to show you now, are parts of knowledge which are yet to be discovered and learned, in a time beyond your own. And the ability to move within Time -- within Time,\" Mr. Wicker stressed, leaning forward toward Chris, \"that faculty is also still in the future. In the meantime it remains a rare gift.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_9": "\"No, sir, I guess not. We're just glad to be able to use them, I expect.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Ah!\"<|Q|> said Mr. Wicker in a tone of immense satisfaction, \"Quite so. You are just glad to be able to use and enjoy them. Well, then, my boy, the things I have just shown you, and what I am about to show you now, are parts of knowledge which are yet to be discovered and learned, in a time beyond your own. And the ability to move within Time -- within Time,\" Mr. Wicker stressed, leaning forward toward Chris, \"that faculty is also still in the future. In the meantime it remains a rare gift.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_11": "\"Ah!\" said Mr. Wicker in a tone of immense satisfaction, \"Quite so. You are just glad to be able to use and enjoy them. Well, then, my boy, the things I have just shown you, and what I am about to show you now, are parts of knowledge which are yet to be discovered and learned, in a time beyond your own. And the ability to move within Time -- within Time,\" Mr. Wicker stressed, leaning forward toward Chris, <|Q|>\"that faculty is also still in the future. In the meantime it remains a rare gift.\"<|Q|>\n\nMr. Wicker put out a lean strong hand and tapped Chris's knee.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_9": "Mr. Wicker and Chris stood in the silent kitchen. Looking about him, Chris remembered with a pang the first morning he had seen it, with Becky in her gaudy hat standing near the fire.\n\n<|Q|>\"Come, Christopher,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker bade him, taking up his caped black cloak and another one for Chris. \"First, wind the rope about your waist, and once on board, bind it under your shirt. Let no one, not even Amos, know of it.\"\n\nChris did as he was told. Mr. Wicker then gave him a leather pouch hung on a cord.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_32": "\u201cWell, I don\u2019t know. Only, they \u2014 they \u2014 told me you would.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThey told you I would. Whoever told you\u2019s another lunatic. I never heard the beat of it. Who\u2019s they?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, everybody. They all said so, m\u2019am.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_14": "[Illustration]\n\n\"You have it, Christopher. You were born with the ability to move backward into time that has passed. Whether or not you will ever master the gift of moving into the future, that, of course\" -- Mr. Wicker shrugged -- \"is impossible to tell. You may. But for my purposes, that you have been able to return this far is enough.\" He looked searchingly at Chris. <|Q|>\"Have you understood what I have been saying up to now?\"<|Q|> he asked.\n\n\"I think so, sir,\" Chris answered slowly.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_15": "\"You have it, Christopher. You were born with the ability to move backward into time that has passed. Whether or not you will ever master the gift of moving into the future, that, of course\" -- Mr. Wicker shrugged -- \"is impossible to tell. You may. But for my purposes, that you have been able to return this far is enough.\" He looked searchingly at Chris. \"Have you understood what I have been saying up to now?\" he asked.\n\n<|Q|>\"I think so, sir,\"<|Q|> Chris answered slowly.\n\n\"This ability to move back and forth in Time,\" Mr. Wicker continued, \"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_36": "\u201cI\u2019m sorry, and I warn\u2019t expecting it. They told me to. They all told me to. They all said, kiss her; and said she\u2019d like it. They all said it \u2014 every one of them. But I\u2019m sorry, m\u2019am, and I won\u2019t do it no more \u2014 I won\u2019t, honest.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou won\u2019t, won\u2019t you? Well, I sh\u2019d reckon you won\u2019t!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo\u2019m, I\u2019m honest about it; I won\u2019t ever do it again \u2014 till you ask me.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_18": "\" Chris answered slowly.\n\n\"This ability to move back and forth in Time,\" Mr. Wicker continued, \"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger. <|Q|>\"Yes, it will be.\"<|Q|> He looked across at Chris as if returning from a great distance. \"But until it has been it appears fantastic, does it not?\"\n\n\"It certainly does!\" Chris replied with fervor. \"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_37": "\u201cYou won\u2019t, won\u2019t you? Well, I sh\u2019d reckon you won\u2019t!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo\u2019m, I\u2019m honest about it; I won\u2019t ever do it again \u2014 till you ask me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTill I ask you! Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days! I lay you\u2019ll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask you \u2014 or the likes of you.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_19": "\"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger. \"Yes, it will be.\" He looked across at Chris as if returning from a great distance. <|Q|>\"But until it has been it appears fantastic, does it not?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"It certainly does!\" Chris replied with fervor. \"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_15": "\"What happens to the rope and pouch when I change my shape, sir?\" Chris asked.\n\n\"They will remain with you, have no fear of that,\" the magician replied. <|Q|>\"What would be the use of magic if it proved unable to adjust itself?\"<|Q|> A smile played over Mr. Wicker's face. \"So, all is ready,\" he said glancing around. \"Now we must be off and lose no time, for we have much ahead of us,\" said Mr. Wicker drily, blowing out the candle.\n\nBefore he knew it, Chris stood -- until what far-off time? -- outside Mr. Wicker's house. His master locked the door. The wind, swooping down like some great bird, tugged at their cloaks and chilled their faces.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_23": "\"It certainly does!\" Chris replied with fervor. \"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"\n\n\"No,\" nodded Mr. Wicker, \"and I would not blame you. But now,\" he announced, rising and turning toward the table, <|Q|>\"you must have your mind set at rest regarding your mother.\"<|Q|> He motioned for Chris to join him. \"You will need to know only once and they say -- \" he smiled down at the boy beside him \" -- they say that seeing is believing, so you shall see for yourself.\"\n\nMr. Wicker picked up the round-bellied silver pitcher and set it in front of Chris.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_18": "Chris led the way to the creek and the marsh. This time both he and Mr. Wicker wore high boots which kept the icy water and mud from their feet.\n\n<|Q|>\"What I wouldn't give for a flashlight!\"<|Q|> Chris muttered as they came to the marsh.\n\n\"Yes, the twentieth century has many conveniences,\" Mr. Wicker replied, and Chris could imagine, behind him, the man's sardonic smile and amused eyes.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_17": "\"What happens to the rope and pouch when I change my shape, sir?\" Chris asked.\n\n\"They will remain with you, have no fear of that,\" the magician replied. \"What would be the use of magic if it proved unable to adjust itself?\" A smile played over Mr. Wicker's face. \"So, all is ready,\" he said glancing around. <|Q|>\"Now we must be off and lose no time, for we have much ahead of us,\"<|Q|> said Mr. Wicker drily, blowing out the candle.\n\nBefore he knew it, Chris stood -- until what far-off time? -- outside Mr. Wicker's house. His master locked the door. The wind, swooping down like some great bird, tugged at their cloaks and chilled their faces.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_47": "We had dinner out in that broad open passage betwixt the house and the kitchen; and there was things enough on that table for seven families \u2014 and all hot, too; none of your flabby, tough meat that\u2019s laid in a cupboard in a damp cellar all night and tastes like a hunk of old cold cannibal in the morning. Uncle Silas he asked a pretty long blessing over it, but it was worth it; and it didn\u2019t cool it a bit, neither, the way I\u2019ve seen them kind of interruptions do lots of times. There was a considerable good deal of talk all the afternoon, and me and Tom was on the lookout all the time; but it warn\u2019t no use, they didn\u2019t happen to say nothing about any runaway nigger, and we was afraid to try to work up to it. But at supper, at night, one of the little boys says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPa, mayn\u2019t Tom and Sid and me go to the show?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d says the old man, \u201cI reckon there ain\u2019t going to be any; and you couldn\u2019t go if there was; because the runaway nigger told Burton and me all about that scandalous show, and Burton said he would tell the people; so I reckon they\u2019ve drove the owdacious loafers out of town before this time.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_24": "Mr. Wicker picked up the round-bellied silver pitcher and set it in front of Chris.\n\n<|Q|>\"They say too,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker said scornfully, \"that crystal balls are the things to look into. Perfect tommyrot. This will do equally well. Look and see.\"\n\nChris bent to peer at the polished silver side of the pitcher. At first, it shone as no doubt it always did from Becky Boozer's powerful rubbing. Then, as he watched, the rounded side of the pitcher misted over, as if it had been filled with ice water. Next, the center of the misted portion cleared away, and as it cleared a picture formed, welling up into his sight as if from within the pitcher through the silver of its sides.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_26": "What Chris saw was a hospital room. On a white bed lay his mother, and beside her were his Aunt Rachel and a white-coated man Chris took to be a doctor. Then, as if inside his head, for he was not conscious of sound within the room which had grown deeply still, he heard voices and words, and saw the lips of the doctor and his Aunt Rachel move.\n\nThe doctor said, <|Q|>\"The turn has come. She will pull through, but she will need watchful care.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Oh, thank God! Thank God!\" his Aunt Rachel cried, and covering her face with her hands, she burst into tears.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_28": "The scene misted over once again and when it cleared, the pitcher was merely a pitcher on a table in Mr. Wicker's room. Chris looked up at the man who regarded him gravely.\n\n<|Q|>\"Is that a trick too?\"<|Q|> he asked. \"Just to make me stay?\" he demanded more loudly.\n\n\"No, son,\" the man replied, and his eyes confirmed his words. \"That is how it really is. My word of honor.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_17_delray_64kb_18": "The car pulled up to the waiting rocket, and the Security man helped him up the steps with a perfunctory wish for good luck. Then Bruce Gordon stopped as great arms surrounded him.\n\nMother Corey was immaculate, though not much prettier. But his old eyes were glinting. <|Q|>\"Did you think we'd let you go without seeing you off, cobber?\"<|Q|> he asked. \"And after I took a bath to celebrate? I -- I -- Oh, drat it, I'm getting old. Izzy, you tell him.\"\n\nHe grabbed Gordon's hand and waddled down the landing plank. Izzy shook his head.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_29": "The scene misted over once again and when it cleared, the pitcher was merely a pitcher on a table in Mr. Wicker's room. Chris looked up at the man who regarded him gravely.\n\n\"Is that a trick too?\" he asked. <|Q|>\"Just to make me stay?\"<|Q|> he demanded more loudly.\n\n\"No, son,\" the man replied, and his eyes confirmed his words. \"That is how it really is. My word of honor.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_30": "\"Is that a trick too?\" he asked. \"Just to make me stay?\" he demanded more loudly.\n\n<|Q|>\"No, son,\"<|Q|> the man replied, and his eyes confirmed his words. \"That is how it really is. My word of honor.\"\n\nAnd to Chris's great surprise, all at once he felt tears on his cheeks while simultaneously a great lightness invaded him, and a wild wish to laugh.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_0": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"Be of good heart, Amos,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker said to him kindly, \"and look after young Christopher as best you can.\"\n\nThen, at a gesture from Mr. Wicker, Amos, agog, stepped into the hamper where he stood uncertainly, his expression half terrified and half delighted.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_31": "\"Is that a trick too?\" he asked. \"Just to make me stay?\" he demanded more loudly.\n\n\"No, son,\" the man replied, and his eyes confirmed his words. <|Q|>\"That is how it really is. My word of honor.\"<|Q|>\n\nAnd to Chris's great surprise, all at once he felt tears on his cheeks while simultaneously a great lightness invaded him, and a wild wish to laugh.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_29": "Osterbridge Hawsey, in a heavy silk robe and embroidered slippers, lounged sideways in a chair with his legs hanging over the arm. His hand trailed an empty glass on the floor, and a silly drunken smile played over his face.\n\n\"Claggett,\" he was saying, \"is the place marked?\" He hiccuped delicately. <|Q|>\"Hup! Oh dear! the hiccups!\"<|Q|> he complained with a frown. \"Let me have more wine!\"\n\nClaggett Chew did not reply nor rise to fetch another bottle. Osterbridge Hawsey gave a hiccup and spoke again, \"Mark it -- hic! -- Claggett. You may forget. All those -- hup! -- walls, to get over, or -- hic! under.\" He sighed. \"Oh dear! Hic! Think of those jewels, Claggett! Hup! Devil take these hiccups", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_4": "\"Yessir, I will!\" he piped up, shrill with excitement. \"I'll keep my eye on him!\" he promised, and then curled up in the hamper. Ned Cilley shut down the top and he and Chris lifted it to the cart. Mr. Wicker spoke low into Ned's ear.\n\n\"All is well understood?\" he queried. <|Q|>\"This is no time for misunderstandings!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Aye aye, sir! All is clear!\" the good Ned replied.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_5": "\"All is well understood?\" he queried. \"This is no time for misunderstandings!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Aye aye, sir! All is clear!\"<|Q|> the good Ned replied.\n\n\"Then Godspeed to you all and bring you safely home,\" said Mr. Wicker. \"Be on the lookout for this lad, Ned, when you get past the bar.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_3": "\"Yessir, I will!\" he piped up, shrill with excitement. \"I'll keep my eye on him!\" he promised, and then curled up in the hamper. Ned Cilley shut down the top and he and Chris lifted it to the cart. Mr. Wicker spoke low into Ned's ear.\n\n<|Q|>\"All is well understood?\"<|Q|> he queried. \"This is no time for misunderstandings!\"\n\n\"Aye aye, sir! All is clear!\" the good Ned replied.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_6": "\"Aye aye, sir! All is clear!\" the good Ned replied.\n\n<|Q|>\"Then Godspeed to you all and bring you safely home,\"<|Q|> said Mr. Wicker. \"Be on the lookout for this lad, Ned, when you get past the bar.\"\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_25": "Well, he run on, and on, and on, making up stuff about Hicksville and everybody in it he could invent, and I getting a little nervious, and wondering how this was going to help me out of my scrape; and at last, still talking along, he reached over and kissed Aunt Sally right on the mouth, and then settled back again in his chair comfortable, and was going on talking; but she jumped up and wiped it off with the back of her hand, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou owdacious puppy!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe looked kind of hurt, and says:", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_7": "\"Aye aye, sir! All is clear!\" the good Ned replied.\n\n\"Then Godspeed to you all and bring you safely home,\" said Mr. Wicker. <|Q|>\"Be on the lookout for this lad, Ned, when you get past the bar.\"<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_12": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"You have it, Christopher. You were born with the ability to move backward into time that has passed. Whether or not you will ever master the gift of moving into the future, that, of course\"<|Q|> -- Mr. Wicker shrugged -- \"is impossible to tell. You may. But for my purposes, that you have been able to return this far is enough.\" He looked searchingly at Chris. \"Have you understood what I have been saying up to now?\" he asked.\n\n\"I think so, sir,\" Chris answered slowly.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_8": "[Illustration]\n\n\"We shall,\" Ned whispered back, <|Q|>\"and good luck to the two of ye!\"<|Q|>\n\nClucking to his horse, on wheels covered with rags, and with cloths about the horse's hoofs to deaden their sound, Ned Cilley and his hamper went quietly away in the direction of the wharfs. In a moment, cart, horse, and driver were swallowed up in the denseness of the night.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_37": "A moving shadow duskier than the shadows themselves came through the door and hovered over Osterbridge Hawsey. Claggett Chew suddenly started up.\n\n<|Q|>\"I smell him!\"<|Q|> he muttered thickly. \"He's here! Hullo! Night watchman!\" he shouted drunkenly.\n\nAs he got up, stumbling and thrashing about in the uncertainty of his movements, his chair crashed to the floor and the monkey made a leap, cuffing the lantern from its hook. The light was dashed out, and in the dark as he jumped, the monkey seized the creased, well-thumbed paper as he leaped back toward the pale square that was the window. Behind it Claggett Chew's oaths and exclamations became fainter as the spicy scent grew stronger, and at last his mutterings trailed off into snorts and, finally, snores. The monkey, clutching the paper to itself, sat on the window ledge stuffing it into the pouch about its neck, and a monkey smile flitted across its face as it heard a final dreaming sound from Osterbridge Hawsey.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_11": "Chris did as he was told. Mr. Wicker then gave him a leather pouch hung on a cord.\n\n<|Q|>\"Here are some oddments of magic that may prove their usefulness,\"<|Q|> he remarked. \"Wear them about your neck.\" So saying he slipped the leather cord over Chris's head.\n\n\"What happens to the rope and pouch when I change my shape, sir?\" Chris asked.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_12": "Chris did as he was told. Mr. Wicker then gave him a leather pouch hung on a cord.\n\n\"Here are some oddments of magic that may prove their usefulness,\" he remarked. <|Q|>\"Wear them about your neck.\"<|Q|> So saying he slipped the leather cord over Chris's head.\n\n\"What happens to the rope and pouch when I change my shape, sir?\" Chris asked.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_13": "\"Here are some oddments of magic that may prove their usefulness,\" he remarked. \"Wear them about your neck.\" So saying he slipped the leather cord over Chris's head.\n\n<|Q|>\"What happens to the rope and pouch when I change my shape, sir?\"<|Q|> Chris asked.\n\n\"They will remain with you, have no fear of that,\" the magician replied. \"What would be the use of magic if it proved unable to adjust itself?\" A smile played over Mr. Wicker's face. \"So, all is ready,\" he said glancing around. \"Now we must be off and lose no time, for we have much ahead of us,\" said Mr. Wicker drily, blowing out the candle.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_14": "\"What happens to the rope and pouch when I change my shape, sir?\" Chris asked.\n\n<|Q|>\"They will remain with you, have no fear of that,\"<|Q|> the magician replied. \"What would be the use of magic if it proved unable to adjust itself?\" A smile played over Mr. Wicker's face. \"So, all is ready,\" he said glancing around. \"Now we must be off and lose no time, for we have much ahead of us,\" said Mr. Wicker drily, blowing out the candle.\n\nBefore he knew it, Chris stood -- until what far-off time? -- outside Mr. Wicker's house. His master locked the door. The wind, swooping down like some great bird, tugged at their cloaks and chilled their faces.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_43": "Taking his own shape once more, Chris saw the white ghost-like sides of the Mirabelle soundlessly passing down stream. Not a creak nor a splash of water came from her as she passed, but from the stern a tiny light, struck by a flint perhaps, blinked once, and twice, and then a third time.\n\n\"Now!\" came Mr. Wicker's low voice. <|Q|>\"Let me have my hand upon that rope!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe only seemed to hold the anchor rope a moment and give it an easy pull. The tugging strain was suddenly gone and the Venture veered away like a frightened waterfowl.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_16": "\"What happens to the rope and pouch when I change my shape, sir?\" Chris asked.\n\n\"They will remain with you, have no fear of that,\" the magician replied. \"What would be the use of magic if it proved unable to adjust itself?\" A smile played over Mr. Wicker's face. <|Q|>\"So, all is ready,\"<|Q|> he said glancing around. \"Now we must be off and lose no time, for we have much ahead of us,\" said Mr. Wicker drily, blowing out the candle.\n\nBefore he knew it, Chris stood -- until what far-off time? -- outside Mr. Wicker's house. His master locked the door. The wind, swooping down like some great bird, tugged at their cloaks and chilled their faces.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_22": "\"It certainly does!\" Chris replied with fervor. \"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"\n\n\"No,\" nodded Mr. Wicker, <|Q|>\"and I would not blame you. But now,\"<|Q|> he announced, rising and turning toward the table, \"you must have your mind set at rest regarding your mother.\" He motioned for Chris to join him. \"You will need to know only once and they say -- \" he smiled down at the boy beside him \" -- they say that seeing is believing, so you shall see for yourself.\"\n\nMr. Wicker picked up the round-bellied silver pitcher and set it in front of Chris.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_45": "\"Will she go where she should, sir?\" Chris wanted to know, leaning forward.\n\n<|Q|>\"That she will, Christopher!\"<|Q|> came the familiar voice in the dark. \"And we must get out of her way, for here she comes down at us. The wind and the tide and -- hm-m -- other forces will drive her solidly upon the bar. If I mistake not, it will be several days before they get her off,\" and on the night air Chris heard a faint short chuckle.\n\n\"Pull, boy!\" his master told him sharply. \"Here she comes!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_20": "Pushing along the marsh edge and feeling their way, the two figures at last came in sight of their goal. The high dark hull of the Venture rose above the water, an amber lantern hanging at her stern. The wind swung the ship, and the tide, still flowing up the Potomac, showed that the bow, held by the anchor, was pointed somewhat downstream.\n\n<|Q|>\"The anchor may have dragged,\"<|Q|> Chris whispered to Mr. Wicker. \"Now for our boat!\"\n\nThe rope seemed to uncoil from about his waist almost of itself, and with the gestures he had been taught, Chris formed a very adequate craft; a trifle lopsided, it must be admitted, as he had had small practice, but seaworthy nevertheless.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_47": "\"That she will, Christopher!\" came the familiar voice in the dark. \"And we must get out of her way, for here she comes down at us. The wind and the tide and -- hm-m -- other forces will drive her solidly upon the bar. If I mistake not, it will be several days before they get her off,\" and on the night air Chris heard a faint short chuckle.\n\n<|Q|>\"Pull, boy!\"<|Q|> his master told him sharply. \"Here she comes!\"\n\nChris grasped his oar and spun the boat only in time, for the down-flowing tide and rising wind combined to drive the Venture forward at increasing speed. The tide being still high, the ship was carried well upon the sandbar before it grounded, lolling over to one side much like the sleeping sailors.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_22": "The rope seemed to uncoil from about his waist almost of itself, and with the gestures he had been taught, Chris formed a very adequate craft; a trifle lopsided, it must be admitted, as he had had small practice, but seaworthy nevertheless.\n\n<|Q|>\"I shall see that the men sleep soundly,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker murmured. \"You do the rest.\"\n\n\"I shall, sir!\" Chris agreed, and then the moon showed an edge for a moment in the clouds. \"Look sir -- the Mirabelle!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_21": "Pushing along the marsh edge and feeling their way, the two figures at last came in sight of their goal. The high dark hull of the Venture rose above the water, an amber lantern hanging at her stern. The wind swung the ship, and the tide, still flowing up the Potomac, showed that the bow, held by the anchor, was pointed somewhat downstream.\n\n\"The anchor may have dragged,\" Chris whispered to Mr. Wicker. <|Q|>\"Now for our boat!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe rope seemed to uncoil from about his waist almost of itself, and with the gestures he had been taught, Chris formed a very adequate craft; a trifle lopsided, it must be admitted, as he had had small practice, but seaworthy nevertheless.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_23": "The rope seemed to uncoil from about his waist almost of itself, and with the gestures he had been taught, Chris formed a very adequate craft; a trifle lopsided, it must be admitted, as he had had small practice, but seaworthy nevertheless.\n\n\"I shall see that the men sleep soundly,\" Mr. Wicker murmured. <|Q|>\"You do the rest.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I shall, sir!\" Chris agreed, and then the moon showed an edge for a moment in the clouds. \"Look sir -- the Mirabelle!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_24": "\"I shall see that the men sleep soundly,\" Mr. Wicker murmured. \"You do the rest.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I shall, sir!\"<|Q|> Chris agreed, and then the moon showed an edge for a moment in the clouds. \"Look sir -- the Mirabelle!\"\n\nToward sleeping Georgetown, for it was nearly midnight now, a whiteness showed itself, close against the distant wharfs. The Mirabelle was edging out, and Chris knew that Ned, Bowie, Abner Cloud, and others were pulling her by the ship's boats into the main flow of the river. Once turned, she would float noiselessly down the Potomac past the Venture, and once he was aboard, would hoist her sails and set her course to sea.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_25": "\"I shall see that the men sleep soundly,\" Mr. Wicker murmured. \"You do the rest.\"\n\n\"I shall, sir!\" Chris agreed, and then the moon showed an edge for a moment in the clouds. <|Q|>\"Look sir -- the Mirabelle!\"<|Q|>\n\nToward sleeping Georgetown, for it was nearly midnight now, a whiteness showed itself, close against the distant wharfs. The Mirabelle was edging out, and Chris knew that Ned, Bowie, Abner Cloud, and others were pulling her by the ship's boats into the main flow of the river. Once turned, she would float noiselessly down the Potomac past the Venture, and once he was aboard, would hoist her sails and set her course to sea.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_54": "\"Now, let us send this boat over the river as fast as she can go. And bear in mind -- keep your own shape at all times unless you can change it out of sight of prying eyes.\" They pulled at the oars. \"Oh yes, I nearly forgot. Among the effects placed in your sea chest you will find a conch shell. Hold it to your ear, Christopher, as children do to hear the sea. You will be able to hear my voice, if ever you should need to.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh -- like a walkie-talkie?\"<|Q|> Chris asked, pulling at his oar.\n\n\"Somewhat.\" And Chris knew his master smiled at him.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_27": "Toward sleeping Georgetown, for it was nearly midnight now, a whiteness showed itself, close against the distant wharfs. The Mirabelle was edging out, and Chris knew that Ned, Bowie, Abner Cloud, and others were pulling her by the ship's boats into the main flow of the river. Once turned, she would float noiselessly down the Potomac past the Venture, and once he was aboard, would hoist her sails and set her course to sea.\n\n\"Then quick!\" bade Mr. Wicker. <|Q|>\"We took too long! It seems we are a trifle late!\"<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_55": "\"Somewhat.\" And Chris knew his master smiled at him.\n\n<|Q|>\"What about getting you to shore, sir?\"<|Q|> Chris enquired, pulling in rhythm so that the rope boat flew down the black and silver river.\n\n\"Have you forgotten who I am, my boy?\" he was asked in return.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_56": "\"What about getting you to shore, sir?\" Chris enquired, pulling in rhythm so that the rope boat flew down the black and silver river.\n\n<|Q|>\"Have you forgotten who I am, my boy?\"<|Q|> he was asked in return.\n\n\"No sir,\" said Chris, feeling a little small.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_30": "Osterbridge Hawsey, in a heavy silk robe and embroidered slippers, lounged sideways in a chair with his legs hanging over the arm. His hand trailed an empty glass on the floor, and a silly drunken smile played over his face.\n\n\"Claggett,\" he was saying, \"is the place marked?\" He hiccuped delicately. \"Hup! Oh dear! the hiccups!\" he complained with a frown. <|Q|>\"Let me have more wine!\"<|Q|>\n\nClaggett Chew did not reply nor rise to fetch another bottle. Osterbridge Hawsey gave a hiccup and spoke again, \"Mark it -- hic! -- Claggett. You may forget. All those -- hup! -- walls, to get over, or -- hic! under.\" He sighed. \"Oh dear! Hic! Think of those jewels, Claggett! Hup! Devil take these hiccups!\" he exclaimed in a flurry of annoyance, but made no motion to change his comfortable position.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_60": "\"I'll do my best, sir, but I hope you'll stay with me!\" he cried.\n\n<|Q|>\"All that I can, Christopher,\"<|Q|> came the distant voice. \"Godspeed!\"\n\nAnd looking about, Chris made out, coasting on the air, a sea gull, balancing upon its black-tipped wings. Swallowing a lump in his throat that proved bothersome, Chris jerked at one oar and deftly coiled the magic rope over his arm, holding to the ship's ladder with the other.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_32": "\"is the place marked?\" He hiccuped delicately. \"Hup! Oh dear! the hiccups!\" he complained with a frown. \"Let me have more wine!\"\n\nClaggett Chew did not reply nor rise to fetch another bottle. Osterbridge Hawsey gave a hiccup and spoke again, \"Mark it -- hic! -- Claggett. You may forget. All those -- hup! -- walls, to get over, or -- hic! under.\" He sighed. <|Q|>\"Oh dear! Hic! Think of those jewels, Claggett! Hup! Devil take these hiccups!\"<|Q|> he exclaimed in a flurry of annoyance, but made no motion to change his comfortable position.\n\n\"Claggett!\" Osterbridge Hawsey shrilled. \"Are you asleep, or angry, or -- ? Hic! -- Put a cross where the Tree is, I say! I want those -- hup! -- jewels, Claggett, and so do you! Hic!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_33": "Claggett Chew did not reply nor rise to fetch another bottle. Osterbridge Hawsey gave a hiccup and spoke again, \"Mark it -- hic! -- Claggett. You may forget. All those -- hup! -- walls, to get over, or -- hic! under.\" He sighed. \"Oh dear! Hic! Think of those jewels, Claggett! Hup! Devil take these hiccups!\" he exclaimed in a flurry of annoyance, but made no motion to change his comfortable position.\n\n<|Q|>\"Claggett!\"<|Q|> Osterbridge Hawsey shrilled. \"Are you asleep, or angry, or -- ? Hic! -- Put a cross where the Tree is, I say! I want those -- hup! -- jewels, Claggett, and so do you! Hic!\"\n\nBefuddled, his perceptions hopelessly blurred by excessive wine, Claggett Chew made a mark on the map. \"There!\" he growled, his upper lip drawn back over his teeth, \"will that shut you up?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_34": "Claggett Chew did not reply nor rise to fetch another bottle. Osterbridge Hawsey gave a hiccup and spoke again, \"Mark it -- hic! -- Claggett. You may forget. All those -- hup! -- walls, to get over, or -- hic! under.\" He sighed. \"Oh dear! Hic! Think of those jewels, Claggett! Hup! Devil take these hiccups!\" he exclaimed in a flurry of annoyance, but made no motion to change his comfortable position.\n\n\"Claggett!\" Osterbridge Hawsey shrilled. <|Q|>\"Are you asleep, or angry, or -- ? Hic! -- Put a cross where the Tree is, I say! I want those -- hup! -- jewels, Claggett, and so do you! Hic!\"<|Q|>\n\nBefuddled, his perceptions hopelessly blurred by excessive wine, Claggett Chew made a mark on the map. \"There!\" he growled, his upper lip drawn back over his teeth, \"will that shut you up?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_36": "\"Claggett!\" Osterbridge Hawsey shrilled. \"Are you asleep, or angry, or -- ? Hic! -- Put a cross where the Tree is, I say! I want those -- hup! -- jewels, Claggett, and so do you! Hic!\"\n\nBefuddled, his perceptions hopelessly blurred by excessive wine, Claggett Chew made a mark on the map. \"There!\" he growled, his upper lip drawn back over his teeth, <|Q|>\"will that shut you up?\"<|Q|>\n\nA moving shadow duskier than the shadows themselves came through the door and hovered over Osterbridge Hawsey. Claggett Chew suddenly started up.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_35": "\"Claggett!\" Osterbridge Hawsey shrilled. \"Are you asleep, or angry, or -- ? Hic! -- Put a cross where the Tree is, I say! I want those -- hup! -- jewels, Claggett, and so do you! Hic!\"\n\nBefuddled, his perceptions hopelessly blurred by excessive wine, Claggett Chew made a mark on the map. <|Q|>\"There!\"<|Q|> he growled, his upper lip drawn back over his teeth, \"will that shut you up?\"\n\nA moving shadow duskier than the shadows themselves came through the door and hovered over Osterbridge Hawsey. Claggett Chew suddenly started up.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_10": "Mr. Wicker and Chris stood in the silent kitchen. Looking about him, Chris remembered with a pang the first morning he had seen it, with Becky in her gaudy hat standing near the fire.\n\n\"Come, Christopher,\" Mr. Wicker bade him, taking up his caped black cloak and another one for Chris. <|Q|>\"First, wind the rope about your waist, and once on board, bind it under your shirt. Let no one, not even Amos, know of it.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris did as he was told. Mr. Wicker then gave him a leather pouch hung on a cord.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_39": "As he got up, stumbling and thrashing about in the uncertainty of his movements, his chair crashed to the floor and the monkey made a leap, cuffing the lantern from its hook. The light was dashed out, and in the dark as he jumped, the monkey seized the creased, well-thumbed paper as he leaped back toward the pale square that was the window. Behind it Claggett Chew's oaths and exclamations became fainter as the spicy scent grew stronger, and at last his mutterings trailed off into snorts and, finally, snores. The monkey, clutching the paper to itself, sat on the window ledge stuffing it into the pouch about its neck, and a monkey smile flitted across its face as it heard a final dreaming sound from Osterbridge Hawsey.\n\n<|Q|>\"Hm-mm. Hic! Jewels! Hup!\"<|Q|> came from Osterbridge Hawsey.\n\nDown the anchor rope scrambled the monkey with the agility and speed for which monkeys are famous. Mr. Wicker was already in the boat.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_38": "A moving shadow duskier than the shadows themselves came through the door and hovered over Osterbridge Hawsey. Claggett Chew suddenly started up.\n\n\"I smell him!\" he muttered thickly. <|Q|>\"He's here! Hullo! Night watchman!\"<|Q|> he shouted drunkenly.\n\nAs he got up, stumbling and thrashing about in the uncertainty of his movements, his chair crashed to the floor and the monkey made a leap, cuffing the lantern from its hook. The light was dashed out, and in the dark as he jumped, the monkey seized the creased, well-thumbed paper as he leaped back toward the pale square that was the window. Behind it Claggett Chew's oaths and exclamations became fainter as the spicy scent grew stronger, and at last his mutterings trailed off into snorts and, finally, snores. The monkey, clutching the paper to itself, sat on the window ledge stuffing it into the pouch about its neck, and a monkey smile flitted across its face as it heard a final dreaming sound from Osterbridge Hawsey.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_40": "Down the anchor rope scrambled the monkey with the agility and speed for which monkeys are famous. Mr. Wicker was already in the boat.\n\n<|Q|>\"How shall it be, sir?\"<|Q|> came the low voice of Chris. \"Shall I become a beaver and go down and gnaw the rope off at the anchor?\"\n\n\"No,\" said Mr. Wicker. \"It can be more easily done than that and nothing to trace it. Get in the boat. Here comes the Mirabelle.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_41": "Down the anchor rope scrambled the monkey with the agility and speed for which monkeys are famous. Mr. Wicker was already in the boat.\n\n\"How shall it be, sir?\" came the low voice of Chris. <|Q|>\"Shall I become a beaver and go down and gnaw the rope off at the anchor?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No,\" said Mr. Wicker. \"It can be more easily done than that and nothing to trace it. Get in the boat. Here comes the Mirabelle.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_42": "\"How shall it be, sir?\" came the low voice of Chris. \"Shall I become a beaver and go down and gnaw the rope off at the anchor?\"\n\n\"No,\" said Mr. Wicker. <|Q|>\"It can be more easily done than that and nothing to trace it. Get in the boat. Here comes the Mirabelle.\"<|Q|>\n\nTaking his own shape once more, Chris saw the white ghost-like sides of the Mirabelle soundlessly passing down stream. Not a creak nor a splash of water came from her as she passed, but from the stern a tiny light, struck by a flint perhaps, blinked once, and twice, and then a third time.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_40": "\u201cWell,\u201d he says, \u201cit does surprise me so. I can\u2019t make it out, somehow. They said you would, and I thought you would. But \u2014 \u201d He stopped and looked around slow, like he wished he could run across a friendly eye somewheres, and fetched up on the old gentleman\u2019s, and says, \u201cDidn\u2019t you think she\u2019d like me to kiss her, sir?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, no; I \u2014 I \u2014 well, no, I b\u2019lieve I didn\u2019t.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThen he looks on around the same way to me, and says:", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_44": "He only seemed to hold the anchor rope a moment and give it an easy pull. The tugging strain was suddenly gone and the Venture veered away like a frightened waterfowl.\n\n<|Q|>\"Will she go where she should, sir?\"<|Q|> Chris wanted to know, leaning forward.\n\n\"That she will, Christopher!\" came the familiar voice in the dark. \"And we must get out of her way, for here she comes down at us. The wind and the tide and -- hm-m -- other forces will drive her solidly upon the bar. If I mistake not, it will be several days before they get her off,\" and on the night air Chris heard a faint short chuckle.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_21": "\"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger. \"Yes, it will be.\" He looked across at Chris as if returning from a great distance. \"But until it has been it appears fantastic, does it not?\"\n\n\"It certainly does!\" Chris replied with fervor. <|Q|>\"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No,\" nodded Mr. Wicker, \"and I would not blame you. But now,\" he announced, rising and turning toward the table, \"you must have your mind set at rest regarding your mother.\" He motioned for Chris to join him. \"You will need to know only once and they say -- \" he smiled down at the boy beside him \" -- they say that seeing is believing, so you shall see for yourself.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_46": "\"Will she go where she should, sir?\" Chris wanted to know, leaning forward.\n\n\"That she will, Christopher!\" came the familiar voice in the dark. <|Q|>\"And we must get out of her way, for here she comes down at us. The wind and the tide and -- hm-m -- other forces will drive her solidly upon the bar. If I mistake not, it will be several days before they get her off,\"<|Q|> and on the night air Chris heard a faint short chuckle.\n\n\"Pull, boy!\" his master told him sharply. \"Here she comes!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_48": "\"That she will, Christopher!\" came the familiar voice in the dark. \"And we must get out of her way, for here she comes down at us. The wind and the tide and -- hm-m -- other forces will drive her solidly upon the bar. If I mistake not, it will be several days before they get her off,\" and on the night air Chris heard a faint short chuckle.\n\n\"Pull, boy!\" his master told him sharply. <|Q|>\"Here she comes!\"<|Q|>\n\nChris grasped his oar and spun the boat only in time, for the down-flowing tide and rising wind combined to drive the Venture forward at increasing speed. The tide being still high, the ship was carried well upon the sandbar before it grounded, lolling over to one side much like the sleeping sailors.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_19": "\"What I wouldn't give for a flashlight!\" Chris muttered as they came to the marsh.\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, the twentieth century has many conveniences,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker replied, and Chris could imagine, behind him, the man's sardonic smile and amused eyes.\n\nThey came out suddenly from the blackness of the woods to the wind-whipped river, and though the moon was still obscured, the river held a pallid sheen of its own that gave a little light. There was not a sound to be heard but the hurried lap of water against the shore, the suck and pull of Chris's and Mr. Wicker's boots in the mud, and sharp, hair-raising rustles, from time to time, in the reeds. Chris's heart thudded in his throat at these furtive noises, for they could only be made by rats or watersnakes, and Chris liked neither of these, especially by night.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_50": "\"Quick, lad! Now we must catch the Mirabelle, and you and I must part.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh, sir!\"<|Q|> Chris cried, holding his oar above the water and turning his head toward the man beside him. Mr. Wicker clapped Chris on the shoulder and a glint of moonlight showed him to be smiling.\n\n\"I shall miss you too, my lad,\" he said. \"Now, let us send this boat over the river as fast as she can go. And bear in mind -- keep your own shape at all times unless you can change it out of sight of prying eyes.\" They pulled at the oars.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_49": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"Quick, lad! Now we must catch the Mirabelle, and you and I must part.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Oh, sir!\" Chris cried, holding his oar above the water and turning his head toward the man beside him. Mr. Wicker clapped Chris on the shoulder and a glint of moonlight showed him to be smiling.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_51": "\"Oh, sir!\" Chris cried, holding his oar above the water and turning his head toward the man beside him. Mr. Wicker clapped Chris on the shoulder and a glint of moonlight showed him to be smiling.\n\n<|Q|>\"I shall miss you too, my lad,\"<|Q|> he said. \"Now, let us send this boat over the river as fast as she can go. And bear in mind -- keep your own shape at all times unless you can change it out of sight of prying eyes.\" They pulled at the oars. \"Oh yes, I nearly forgot. Among the effects placed in your sea chest you will find a conch shell. Hold it to your ear, Christopher, as children do to hear the sea. You will be able to hear my voice, if ever you should need to.\"", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_2": "\u201cWhy, you will be parting from me, you know. I won\u2019t be the constant worry and plague of your life. If I take honors I shall be leaving St. Wode\u2019s. In any case, you are quite certain to wish for another room, and to get it also next term. If I do remain, therefore, I shall be plagued with some terrible student of the Florrie Smart or Jane Heriot style. I nearly went mad over the last one; you can scarcely guess what a relief you are, by way of contrast.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThank you very much indeed for saying anything so nice,\u201d<|Q|> replied Leslie; \u201cand perhaps now you will allow me in my turn to make a remark. It is this: If by any chance you don\u2019t leave St. Wode\u2019s, Annie, I hope you will allow me to be your roomfellow again next term.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you mean it?\u201d said Annie, a flash of light coming into her eyes, and then leaving them. \u201cBut,\u201d she added abruptly, \u201cyou speak of something which must not take place. I must pass in honors; if I don\u2019t I shall die.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_53": "\" Chris cried, holding his oar above the water and turning his head toward the man beside him. Mr. Wicker clapped Chris on the shoulder and a glint of moonlight showed him to be smiling.\n\n\"I shall miss you too, my lad,\" he said. \"Now, let us send this boat over the river as fast as she can go. And bear in mind -- keep your own shape at all times unless you can change it out of sight of prying eyes.\" They pulled at the oars. <|Q|>\"Oh yes, I nearly forgot. Among the effects placed in your sea chest you will find a conch shell. Hold it to your ear, Christopher, as children do to hear the sea. You will be able to hear my voice, if ever you should need to.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Oh -- like a walkie-talkie?\" Chris asked, pulling at his oar.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_26": "Toward sleeping Georgetown, for it was nearly midnight now, a whiteness showed itself, close against the distant wharfs. The Mirabelle was edging out, and Chris knew that Ned, Bowie, Abner Cloud, and others were pulling her by the ship's boats into the main flow of the river. Once turned, she would float noiselessly down the Potomac past the Venture, and once he was aboard, would hoist her sails and set her course to sea.\n\n<|Q|>\"Then quick!\"<|Q|> bade Mr. Wicker. \"We took too long! It seems we are a trifle late!\"\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_28": "Osterbridge Hawsey, in a heavy silk robe and embroidered slippers, lounged sideways in a chair with his legs hanging over the arm. His hand trailed an empty glass on the floor, and a silly drunken smile played over his face.\n\n\"Claggett,\" he was saying, <|Q|>\"is the place marked?\"<|Q|> He hiccuped delicately. \"Hup! Oh dear! the hiccups!\" he complained with a frown. \"Let me have more wine!\"\n\nClaggett Chew did not reply nor rise to fetch another bottle. Osterbridge Hawsey gave a hiccup and spoke again, \"Mark it -- hic! -- Claggett. You may forget. All those -- hup! -- walls, to get over, or -- hic! under.\" He sighed. \"Oh dear! Hic! Think of those jewels, Claggett! Hup! Devil take these hiccups", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_2": "Then, at a gesture from Mr. Wicker, Amos, agog, stepped into the hamper where he stood uncertainly, his expression half terrified and half delighted.\n\n<|Q|>\"Yessir, I will!\"<|Q|> he piped up, shrill with excitement. \"I'll keep my eye on him!\" he promised, and then curled up in the hamper. Ned Cilley shut down the top and he and Chris lifted it to the cart. Mr. Wicker spoke low into Ned's ear.\n\n\"All is well understood?\" he queried. \"This is no time for misunderstandings!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_58": "\"No sir,\" said Chris, feeling a little small.\n\n<|Q|>\"Then undo the dinghy and clamber up the side, for here we are,\"<|Q|> said Mr. Wicker, and the towering hull of the Mirabelle rose above them.\n\nChris grasped a rope ladder that hung down beside them to the water's edge and turned for a last word.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_57": "\"Have you forgotten who I am, my boy?\" he was asked in return.\n\n<|Q|>\"No sir,\"<|Q|> said Chris, feeling a little small.\n\n\"Then undo the dinghy and clamber up the side, for here we are,\" said Mr. Wicker, and the towering hull of the Mirabelle rose above them.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_59": "Chris grasped a rope ladder that hung down beside them to the water's edge and turned for a last word.\n\n<|Q|>\"I'll do my best, sir, but I hope you'll stay with me!\"<|Q|> he cried.\n\n\"All that I can, Christopher,\" came the distant voice. \"Godspeed!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_31": "\"Claggett,\" he was saying, \"is the place marked?\" He hiccuped delicately. \"Hup! Oh dear! the hiccups!\" he complained with a frown. \"Let me have more wine!\"\n\nClaggett Chew did not reply nor rise to fetch another bottle. Osterbridge Hawsey gave a hiccup and spoke again, <|Q|>\"Mark it -- hic! -- Claggett. You may forget. All those -- hup! -- walls, to get over, or -- hic! under.\"<|Q|> He sighed. \"Oh dear! Hic! Think of those jewels, Claggett! Hup! Devil take these hiccups!\" he exclaimed in a flurry of annoyance, but made no motion to change his comfortable position.\n\n\"Claggett!\" Osterbridge Hawsey shrilled. \"Are you asleep, or angry, or -- ? Hic! -- Put a cross where the Tree is, I say! I want those -- hup! -- jewels, Claggett, and so do you! Hic!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_61": "\"I'll do my best, sir, but I hope you'll stay with me!\" he cried.\n\n\"All that I can, Christopher,\" came the distant voice. <|Q|>\"Godspeed!\"<|Q|>\n\nAnd looking about, Chris made out, coasting on the air, a sea gull, balancing upon its black-tipped wings. Swallowing a lump in his throat that proved bothersome, Chris jerked at one oar and deftly coiled the magic rope over his arm, holding to the ship's ladder with the other.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_2": "\" So the King rose, made the lesser ablution, and prayed a two-bow prayer,[FN#223] then he cried upon Allah with pure intention; after which he called his chief wife to bed and lay with her forthright. By grace of God she conceived and, when her months were accomplished, she bore a male child, like the moon on the night of fulness. The King named him Kamar al-Zam\u00e1n,[FN#224] and rejoiced in him with extreme joy and bade the city be dressed out in his honour; so they decorated the streets seven days, whilst the drums beat and the messengers bore the glad tidings abroad. Then wet and dry nurses were provided for the boy and he was reared in splendour and delight, until he reached the age of fifteen. He grew up of surpassing beauty and seemlihead and symmetry, and his father loved him so dear that he could not brook to be parted from him day or night. One day he complained to a certain of his Ministers anent the excess of his love for his only child, saying, <|Q|>\"O thou the Wazir, of a truth I fear for my son, Kamar al-Zaman, the shifts and accidents which befal man and fain would I marry him in my life-time.\"<|Q|> Answered the Wazir, \"O King, know thou that marriage is one of the most honourable of moral actions, and thou wouldst indeed do well and right to marry thy son in thy lifetime, ere thou make him Sultan.\" On this quoth the King, \"Hither with my son Kamar al-Zaman;\" so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire. \"O Kamar al Zaman,\" said King Shahriman, \"of a truth I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee during my lifetime", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_3": "\" So the King rose, made the lesser ablution, and prayed a two-bow prayer,[FN#223] then he cried upon Allah with pure intention; after which he called his chief wife to bed and lay with her forthright. By grace of God she conceived and, when her months were accomplished, she bore a male child, like the moon on the night of fulness. The King named him Kamar al-Zam\u00e1n,[FN#224] and rejoiced in him with extreme joy and bade the city be dressed out in his honour; so they decorated the streets seven days, whilst the drums beat and the messengers bore the glad tidings abroad. Then wet and dry nurses were provided for the boy and he was reared in splendour and delight, until he reached the age of fifteen. He grew up of surpassing beauty and seemlihead and symmetry, and his father loved him so dear that he could not brook to be parted from him day or night. One day he complained to a certain of his Ministers anent the excess of his love for his only child, saying, \"O thou the Wazir, of a truth I fear for my son, Kamar al-Zaman, the shifts and accidents which befal man and fain would I marry him in my life-time.\" Answered the Wazir, <|Q|>\"O King, know thou that marriage is one of the most honourable of moral actions, and thou wouldst indeed do well and right to marry thy son in thy lifetime, ere thou make him Sultan.\"<|Q|> On this quoth the King, \"Hither with my son Kamar al-Zaman;\" so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire. \"O Kamar al Zaman,\" said King Shahriman, \"of a truth I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee during my lifetime.\" Replied he, \"O my father, know that I have no lust to marry nor cloth my soul incline to women; for that concerning their craft and perfidy I have read many books and heard much talk, even as saith the poet,", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_16": "\u201cWhat is it, dear?\u201d said Leslie with sympathy.\n\n\u201cAt last I have news,\u201d repeated Annie. <|Q|>\u201cI have been starving, or, rather, I have been thirsting. You cannot tell what a thirst like mine means; and this, this is a cup of cold water.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, read it in peace,\u201d said Leslie. \u201cI won\u2019t disturb you. I am truly glad it has come.\u201d", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_0": "That there was in times of yore and in ages long gone before a King called Shahrim\u00e1n,[FN#220] who was lord of many troops and guards, and officers, and who reigned over certain islands, known as the Kh\u00e1lid\u00e1n Islands,[FN#221] on the borders of the land of the Persians. But he was stricken in years and his bones were wasted, without having been blessed with a son, albeit he had four wives, daughters of Kings, and threescore concubines, with each of whom he was wont to lie one night in turn.[FN#222] This preyed upon his mind and disquieted him, so that he complained thereof to one of his Wazirs, saying, <|Q|>\"Verily I fear lest my kingdom be lost when I die, for that I have no son to succeed me.\"<|Q|> The Minister answered, \"O King, peradventure Allah shall yet bring something to pass; so rely upon the Almighty and be instant in prayer. It is also my counsel that thou spread a banquet and invite to it the poor and needy, and let them eat of thy food; and supplicate the Lord to vouchsafe thee a son; for perchance there may be among thy guests a righteous soul whose prayers find acceptance; and thereby thou shalt win thy wish.\" So the King rose, made the lesser ablution, and prayed a two-bow prayer,[FN#223] then he cried upon Allah with pure intention; after which he called his chief wife to bed and lay with her forthright. By grace of God she conceived and, when her months were accomplished, she bore a male child, like the moon on the night of fulness. The King named him Kamar al-Zam\u00e1n,[FN#224] and rejoiced in him with extreme joy and bade the city be dressed out in his honour; so they decorated the streets seven days, whilst the drums beat and the messengers bore the glad tidings abroad. Then wet and dry nurses were provided for the boy and he was reared in splendour and delight, until he reached the age of fifteen. He grew up of surpassing beauty and seemlihead and symmetry, and his father loved him so dear that he could not brook to be parted from him day or night. One day he complained to a certain of his Ministers anent the excess of his love for his only child, saying,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_6": "\" Answered the Wazir, \"O King, know thou that marriage is one of the most honourable of moral actions, and thou wouldst indeed do well and right to marry thy son in thy lifetime, ere thou make him Sultan.\" On this quoth the King, \"Hither with my son Kamar al-Zaman;\" so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire. \"O Kamar al Zaman,\" said King Shahriman, <|Q|>\"of a truth I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee during my lifetime.\"<|Q|> Replied he, \"O my father, know that I have no lust to marry nor cloth my soul incline to women; for that concerning their craft and perfidy I have read many books and heard much talk, even as saith the poet,\n\n'Now, an of women ask ye, I reply: \u2014 * In their affairs I'm versed a doctor rare! When man's head grizzles and his money dwindles, * In their affections he hath naught for share.'", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_4": "\" So the King rose, made the lesser ablution, and prayed a two-bow prayer,[FN#223] then he cried upon Allah with pure intention; after which he called his chief wife to bed and lay with her forthright. By grace of God she conceived and, when her months were accomplished, she bore a male child, like the moon on the night of fulness. The King named him Kamar al-Zam\u00e1n,[FN#224] and rejoiced in him with extreme joy and bade the city be dressed out in his honour; so they decorated the streets seven days, whilst the drums beat and the messengers bore the glad tidings abroad. Then wet and dry nurses were provided for the boy and he was reared in splendour and delight, until he reached the age of fifteen. He grew up of surpassing beauty and seemlihead and symmetry, and his father loved him so dear that he could not brook to be parted from him day or night. One day he complained to a certain of his Ministers anent the excess of his love for his only child, saying, \"O thou the Wazir, of a truth I fear for my son, Kamar al-Zaman, the shifts and accidents which befal man and fain would I marry him in my life-time.\" Answered the Wazir, \"O King, know thou that marriage is one of the most honourable of moral actions, and thou wouldst indeed do well and right to marry thy son in thy lifetime, ere thou make him Sultan.\" On this quoth the King, <|Q|>\"Hither with my son Kamar al-Zaman;\"<|Q|> so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire. \"O Kamar al Zaman,\" said King Shahriman, \"of a truth I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee during my lifetime.\" Replied he, \"O my father, know that I have no lust to marry nor cloth my soul incline to women; for that concerning their craft and perfidy I have read many books and heard much talk, even as saith the poet,\n\n'Now, an of women ask ye, I reply: \u2014 * In their affairs I'm versed a doctor rare! When man's head grizzles and his money dwindles, * In their affections he hath naught for share.'", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_7": "'Rebel against women and so shalt thou serve Allah the more; * The youth who gives women the rein must forfeit all hope to soar. They'll baulk him when seeking the strange device, Excelsior, * Tho' waste he a thousand of years in the study of science and lore.' \"\n\nAnd when he had ended his verses he continued, <|Q|>\"O my father, wedlock is a thing whereto I will never consent; no, not though I drink the cup of death.\"<|Q|> When Sultan Shahriman heard these words from his son, light became darkness in his sight and he grieved thereat with great grief. \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the One Hundred and Seventy-first Night,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_9": "\"He came and cried they, 'Now be Allah blest! * Praise Him that clad that soul in so fair vest!' He's King of Beauty where the beauteous be; * All are his Ryots,[FN#225] all obey his hest: His lip-dew's sweeter than the virgin honey; * His teeth are pearls in double row close press: All charms are congregate in him alone, * And deals his loveliness to man unrest. Beauty wrote on those cheeks for worlds to see * 'I testify there is none good but He.'\"[FN#226]\n\nWhen the year came to an end, the King called his son to him and said, <|Q|>\"O my son, wilt thou not hearken to me?\"<|Q|> Whereupon Kamar al-Zaman fell down for respect and shame before his sire and replied, \"O my father, how should I not hearken to thee, seeing that Allah commandeth me to obey thee and not gain-say thee?\" Rejoined King Shahriman, \"O my son, know that I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee whilst yet I live, and make thee King over my realm, before my death.\" When the Prince heard his sire pronounce these words he bowed his head awhile, then raised it and said, \"O my father, this is a thing which I will never do; no, not though I drink the cup of death! I know of a surety that the Almighty hath made obedience to thee a duty in religion; but, Allah upon thee! press me not in this matter of marriage, nor fancy that I will ever marry my life long; for that I have read the books both of the ancients and the moderns, and have come to know all the mischiefs and miseries which have befallen them through women and their endless artifices. And how excellent is the saying of the poet,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_10": "\"He came and cried they, 'Now be Allah blest! * Praise Him that clad that soul in so fair vest!' He's King of Beauty where the beauteous be; * All are his Ryots,[FN#225] all obey his hest: His lip-dew's sweeter than the virgin honey; * His teeth are pearls in double row close press: All charms are congregate in him alone, * And deals his loveliness to man unrest. Beauty wrote on those cheeks for worlds to see * 'I testify there is none good but He.'\"[FN#226]\n\nWhen the year came to an end, the King called his son to him and said, \"O my son, wilt thou not hearken to me?\" Whereupon Kamar al-Zaman fell down for respect and shame before his sire and replied, <|Q|>\"O my father, how should I not hearken to thee, seeing that Allah commandeth me to obey thee and not gain-say thee?\"<|Q|> Rejoined King Shahriman, \"O my son, know that I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee whilst yet I live, and make thee King over my realm, before my death.\" When the Prince heard his sire pronounce these words he bowed his head awhile, then raised it and said, \"O my father, this is a thing which I will never do; no, not though I drink the cup of death! I know of a surety that the Almighty hath made obedience to thee a duty in religion; but, Allah upon thee! press me not in this matter of marriage, nor fancy that I will ever marry my life long; for that I have read the books both of the ancients and the moderns, and have come to know all the mischiefs and miseries which have befallen them through women and their endless artifices. And how excellent is the saying of the poet,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_11": "\"He came and cried they, 'Now be Allah blest! * Praise Him that clad that soul in so fair vest!' He's King of Beauty where the beauteous be; * All are his Ryots,[FN#225] all obey his hest: His lip-dew's sweeter than the virgin honey; * His teeth are pearls in double row close press: All charms are congregate in him alone, * And deals his loveliness to man unrest. Beauty wrote on those cheeks for worlds to see * 'I testify there is none good but He.'\"[FN#226]\n\nWhen the year came to an end, the King called his son to him and said, \"O my son, wilt thou not hearken to me?\" Whereupon Kamar al-Zaman fell down for respect and shame before his sire and replied, \"O my father, how should I not hearken to thee, seeing that Allah commandeth me to obey thee and not gain-say thee?\" Rejoined King Shahriman, <|Q|>\"O my son, know that I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee whilst yet I live, and make thee King over my realm, before my death.\"<|Q|> When the Prince heard his sire pronounce these words he bowed his head awhile, then raised it and said, \"O my father, this is a thing which I will never do; no, not though I drink the cup of death! I know of a surety that the Almighty hath made obedience to thee a duty in religion; but, Allah upon thee! press me not in this matter of marriage, nor fancy that I will ever marry my life long; for that I have read the books both of the ancients and the moderns, and have come to know all the mischiefs and miseries which have befallen them through women and their endless artifices. And how excellent is the saying of the poet,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_12": "'Women, for all the chastity they claim, * Are offal cast by kites where'er they list: This night their talk and secret charms are shine, * That night another joyeth calf and wrist: Like inn, whence after night thou far'st at dawn, * And lodges other wight thou hast not wist.'\"[FN#228]\n\nNow when King Shahriman heard these his son's words and learnt the import of his verses and poetical quotations, he made no answer, of his excessive love for him, but redoubled in graciousness and kindness to him. He at once broke up the audience and, as soon as the seance was over, he summoned his Minister and taking him apart, said to him, <|Q|>\"O thou the Wazir! tell me how I shall deal with my son in the matter of marriage.\"<|Q|>- -And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted stay.\n\nWhen it was the One Hundred and Seventy-second Night,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_18": "\" And the King commanded his Mamelukes to loose his elbow bonds and imprison him in one of the bastions of the citadel. So they took the Prince and thrust him into an old tower, wherein there was a dilapidated saloon and in its middle a ruined well, after having first swept it and cleansed its floor-flags and set therein a couch on which they laid a mattress, a leathern rug and a cushion; and then they brought a great lanthorn and a wax candle, for that place was dark, even by day. And lastly the Mamelukes led Kamar al-Zaman thither, and stationed an eunuch at the door. And when all this was done, the Prince threw himself on the couch, sad-spirited, and heavy- hearted; blaming himself and repenting of his injurious conduct to his father, whenas repentance availed him naught, and saying, <|Q|>\"Allah curse marriage and marriageable and married women, the traitresses all! Would I had hearkened to my father and accepted a wife! Had I so done it had been better for me than this jail.\"<|Q|> This is how it fared with him; but as regards King Shahri man, he remained seated on his throne all through the day until sundown; then he took the Minister apart and said to him \"Know thou, O Wazir, that thou and thou only west the cause of all this that hath come to pass between me and my son by the advice thou west pleased to devise; and so what dost thou counsel me to do now?\" Answered he, \"O King, leave thy son in limbo for the space of fifteen days: then summon him to thy presence and bid him wed; and assuredly he shall not gainsay thee again", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_17": "When it was the One Hundred and Seventy-fourth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that King Shahriman cried out to his son Kamar al-Zaman, <|Q|>\"How durst thou answer me on this wise before my captains and soldiers? But hitherto none hath chastised thee. Knowest thou not that this deed thou hast done were a disgrace to him had it been done by the meanest of my subjects?\"<|Q|> And the King commanded his Mamelukes to loose his elbow bonds and imprison him in one of the bastions of the citadel. So they took the Prince and thrust him into an old tower, wherein there was a dilapidated saloon and in its middle a ruined well, after having first swept it and cleansed its floor-flags and set therein a couch on which they laid a mattress, a leathern rug and a cushion; and then they brought a great lanthorn and a wax candle, for that place was dark, even by day. And lastly the Mamelukes led Kamar al-Zaman thither, and stationed an eunuch at the door. And when all this was done, the Prince threw himself on the couch, sad-spirited, and heavy- hearted; blaming himself and repenting of his injurious conduct to his father, whenas repentance availed him naught, and saying,", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_0": "As to Annie herself, this was the first time she had ever permitted the advances of any student. This large room at St. Wode\u2019s had been more or less of a worry to the governors, and it was finally settled, when Annie\u2019s time to leave the college arrived, that it should be divided by a partition and let in future to two students. Up to the present no girl had ever stayed more than one term with Annie. Remembering this, Annie, one day toward the middle of the term, raised her eyes from her books and fixed them on Leslie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou will be glad when the term is over, won\u2019t you?\u201d<|Q|> she said abruptly.\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d replied Leslie.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_20": "\"Allah curse marriage and marriageable and married women, the traitresses all! Would I had hearkened to my father and accepted a wife! Had I so done it had been better for me than this jail.\" This is how it fared with him; but as regards King Shahri man, he remained seated on his throne all through the day until sundown; then he took the Minister apart and said to him \"Know thou, O Wazir, that thou and thou only west the cause of all this that hath come to pass between me and my son by the advice thou west pleased to devise; and so what dost thou counsel me to do now?\" Answered he, <|Q|>\"O King, leave thy son in limbo for the space of fifteen days: then summon him to thy presence and bid him wed; and assuredly he shall not gainsay thee again.\"<|Q|> \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the One Hundred and Seventy-fifth Night,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_19": "\" And the King commanded his Mamelukes to loose his elbow bonds and imprison him in one of the bastions of the citadel. So they took the Prince and thrust him into an old tower, wherein there was a dilapidated saloon and in its middle a ruined well, after having first swept it and cleansed its floor-flags and set therein a couch on which they laid a mattress, a leathern rug and a cushion; and then they brought a great lanthorn and a wax candle, for that place was dark, even by day. And lastly the Mamelukes led Kamar al-Zaman thither, and stationed an eunuch at the door. And when all this was done, the Prince threw himself on the couch, sad-spirited, and heavy- hearted; blaming himself and repenting of his injurious conduct to his father, whenas repentance availed him naught, and saying, \"Allah curse marriage and marriageable and married women, the traitresses all! Would I had hearkened to my father and accepted a wife! Had I so done it had been better for me than this jail.\" This is how it fared with him; but as regards King Shahri man, he remained seated on his throne all through the day until sundown; then he took the Minister apart and said to him <|Q|>\"Know thou, O Wazir, that thou and thou only west the cause of all this that hath come to pass between me and my son by the advice thou west pleased to devise; and so what dost thou counsel me to do now?\"<|Q|> Answered he, \"O King, leave thy son in limbo for the space of fifteen days: then summon him to thy presence and bid him wed; and assuredly he shall not gainsay thee again.\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the One Hundred and Seventy-fifth Night,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_18_dawson_64kb_52": "\"Oh, sir!\" Chris cried, holding his oar above the water and turning his head toward the man beside him. Mr. Wicker clapped Chris on the shoulder and a glint of moonlight showed him to be smiling.\n\n\"I shall miss you too, my lad,\" he said. <|Q|>\"Now, let us send this boat over the river as fast as she can go. And bear in mind -- keep your own shape at all times unless you can change it out of sight of prying eyes.\"<|Q|> They pulled at the oars. \"Oh yes, I nearly forgot. Among the effects placed in your sea chest you will find a conch shell. Hold it to your ear, Christopher, as children do to hear the sea. You will be able to hear my voice, if ever you should need to.\"\n\n\"Oh -- like a walkie-talkie?\" Chris asked, pulling at his oar.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_5": "\u201cDo you mean it?\u201d said Annie, a flash of light coming into her eyes, and then leaving them. \u201cBut,\u201d she added abruptly, \u201cyou speak of something which must not take place. I must pass in honors; if I don\u2019t I shall die.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd you are certain to succeed,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie in a tone of sympathy. \u201cI wish I could feel as sure of taking honors by and by in literature. I find these modern languages so very stiff.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat are you studying now?\u201d asked Annie.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_3": "\u201cWhy, you will be parting from me, you know. I won\u2019t be the constant worry and plague of your life. If I take honors I shall be leaving St. Wode\u2019s. In any case, you are quite certain to wish for another room, and to get it also next term. If I do remain, therefore, I shall be plagued with some terrible student of the Florrie Smart or Jane Heriot style. I nearly went mad over the last one; you can scarcely guess what a relief you are, by way of contrast.\u201d\n\n\u201cThank you very much indeed for saying anything so nice,\u201d replied Leslie; <|Q|>\u201cand perhaps now you will allow me in my turn to make a remark. It is this: If by any chance you don\u2019t leave St. Wode\u2019s, Annie, I hope you will allow me to be your roomfellow again next term.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDo you mean it?\u201d said Annie, a flash of light coming into her eyes, and then leaving them. \u201cBut,\u201d she added abruptly, \u201cyou speak of something which must not take place. I must pass in honors; if I don\u2019t I shall die.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_4": "\u201cThank you very much indeed for saying anything so nice,\u201d replied Leslie; \u201cand perhaps now you will allow me in my turn to make a remark. It is this: If by any chance you don\u2019t leave St. Wode\u2019s, Annie, I hope you will allow me to be your roomfellow again next term.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you mean it?\u201d said Annie, a flash of light coming into her eyes, and then leaving them. \u201cBut,\u201d she added abruptly, <|Q|>\u201cyou speak of something which must not take place. I must pass in honors; if I don\u2019t I shall die.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd you are certain to succeed,\u201d said Leslie in a tone of sympathy. \u201cI wish I could feel as sure of taking honors by and by in literature. I find these modern languages so very stiff.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_7": "\u201cWhat are you studying now?\u201d asked Annie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have to take German literature from 1500 to the death of Goethe,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie. \u201cThe course is enormous, and I am sometimes almost in despair.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you have only just come; you can easily manage, and in any case, even if you fail \u2014 \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_6": "\u201cDo you mean it?\u201d said Annie, a flash of light coming into her eyes, and then leaving them. \u201cBut,\u201d she added abruptly, \u201cyou speak of something which must not take place. I must pass in honors; if I don\u2019t I shall die.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you are certain to succeed,\u201d said Leslie in a tone of sympathy. <|Q|>\u201cI wish I could feel as sure of taking honors by and by in literature. I find these modern languages so very stiff.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat are you studying now?\u201d asked Annie.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_8": "\u201cWhat are you studying now?\u201d asked Annie.\n\n\u201cI have to take German literature from 1500 to the death of Goethe,\u201d said Leslie. <|Q|>\u201cThe course is enormous, and I am sometimes almost in despair.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut you have only just come; you can easily manage, and in any case, even if you fail \u2014 \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_10": "Annie did not smile. Her queer red-brown eyes with their distended pupils gazed straight before her.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt can never mean the same to you,\u201d<|Q|> she said at last in a solemn voice, and then she looked down again at her book, pushed her hands through her red locks, and resumed her contemplation of the problem which lay before her.\n\nA few moments later there came a tap at the door. Annie did not hear it. Leslie opened the door.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_9": "\u201cBut you have only just come; you can easily manage, and in any case, even if you fail \u2014 \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI do not mean to fail any more than you do,\u201d<|Q|> replied Leslie.\n\nAnnie did not smile. Her queer red-brown eyes with their distended pupils gazed straight before her.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_11": "Jane Heriot stood without.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThese letters have just come for you and Annie Colchester,\u201d<|Q|> she said: \u201cand, as I was coming upstairs, I thought I would leave them with you.\u201d\n\nLeslie thanked her and eagerly grasped the little parcel. There were two letters for herself \u2014 one from her mother and one from Llewellyn. Her eyes shone with pleasure at the anticipation of the delightful time she would have reveling in the home news; the other letter was directed to Annie Colchester.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_2": "A startled grunt came from the instrument, followed by the clicks of hasty switching. In less than fifteen seconds, Trench's voice barked out of the phone. \"Gordon? Where the hell you been?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Up an alley between McCutcheon and Miles,\"<|Q|> Gordon told him. \"With a corpse. Murdoch's corpse. Better send out the wagon.\"\n\nTrench hesitated only a fraction of a second. \"Okay, I'll be out in ten minutes.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_3": "A startled grunt came from the instrument, followed by the clicks of hasty switching. In less than fifteen seconds, Trench's voice barked out of the phone. \"Gordon? Where the hell you been?\"\n\n\"Up an alley between McCutcheon and Miles,\" Gordon told him. <|Q|>\"With a corpse. Murdoch's corpse. Better send out the wagon.\"<|Q|>\n\nTrench hesitated only a fraction of a second. \"Okay, I'll be out in ten minutes.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_4": "\"Up an alley between McCutcheon and Miles,\" Gordon told him. \"With a corpse. Murdoch's corpse. Better send out the wagon.\"\n\nTrench hesitated only a fraction of a second. <|Q|>\"Okay, I'll be out in ten minutes.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon clumped back to the alley and bent for a final inspection of Murdoch's body, to make sure nothing would prove the flaws in his weakly built story.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_15": "\u201cWhat is it, dear?\u201d said Leslie with sympathy.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAt last I have news,\u201d<|Q|> repeated Annie. \u201cI have been starving, or, rather, I have been thirsting. You cannot tell what a thirst like mine means; and this, this is a cup of cold water.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, read it in peace,\u201d said Leslie. \u201cI won\u2019t disturb you. I am truly glad it has come.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_6": "Gordon grimaced faintly.\n\n\"Crazy,\" Trench repeated. <|Q|>\"He must have been to spin that story ... By the way, thanks for killing that sniper. You're a good shot. I'd be dead if you weren't, I guess.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon made no comment, and Trench said, \"I could start a nasty investigation, I guess. But I heard him raving, too. Give me a hand, and I'll take care of all this ... Want me to drop you off?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_5": "Finally, he stood up, frowning. \"He's dead, all right. I don't get it. If you hadn't reported in ... Gordon, did he try to make you think he was -- \"\n\n\"Security?\" Gordon filled in. <|Q|>\"Yeah. Claimed he was head of it here, and wanted me to send a message to Earth for him.\"<|Q|>\n\nTrench nodded, a touch of relief on his face. \"Crazy!\"", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_18": "\u201cAt last I have news,\u201d repeated Annie. \u201cI have been starving, or, rather, I have been thirsting. You cannot tell what a thirst like mine means; and this, this is a cup of cold water.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, read it in peace,\u201d said Leslie. <|Q|>\u201cI won\u2019t disturb you. I am truly glad it has come.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nLeslie seated herself with her back to her companion and opened her own letters. After a time she looked round. Annie was standing just where she was when she received the letter; both her hands were clutching it tightly, her eyes were fixed upon the written words, and her face was white.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_20": "\u201cDon\u2019t notice me,\u201d replied Annie. She crushed the letter up tight, thrust it into her pocket, and said abruptly, \u201cWhat is the hour?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is quite late \u2014 between ten and eleven.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t care. I must go into the grounds; the air is stifling.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_11": "Bruce Gordon nodded, and the old man sighed. Something suspiciously like a tear glistened in his eyes.\n\n<|Q|>\"I thought you were taking a bath,\"<|Q|> Gordon commented.\n\nThe old man chuckled. \"Fate's against me, cobber. With all the shooting, some punk put a bullet clean through the wall and the plastic of the tub. Fifty gallons of water, all wasted!\"", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_21": "\u201cIt is quite late \u2014 between ten and eleven.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t care. I must go into the grounds; the air is stifling.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut they are just shutting up.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_22": "\u201cI don\u2019t care. I must go into the grounds; the air is stifling.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut they are just shutting up.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI shall go \u2014 I know a way. Don\u2019t say a word. I\u2019ll be back presently.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_13": "He turned back toward the end of the hall, sighing again. Gordon went up the stairs, noticing that Izzy's door was open. The little man was stretched out on the bunk in his clothes, filthy; one side of his face swollen.\n\n\"Hi, gov'nor,\" he called out, his voice still cheerful. <|Q|>\"I had odds you'd beat the ticket, though the Mother and me were worried there for a while. How'd you grease the fix?\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon sketched it in, without mentioning Security. \"What happened to you, Izzy?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_14": "\"Hi, gov'nor,\" he called out, his voice still cheerful. \"I had odds you'd beat the ticket, though the Mother and me were worried there for a while. How'd you grease the fix?\"\n\nGordon sketched it in, without mentioning Security. <|Q|>\"What happened to you, Izzy?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Price of being honest. But the gees who paid me protection didn't get hurt, gov'nor.\" He winced, then grinned. \"So they pay double tomorrow. Honesty pays, gov'nor, if you squeeze it once in a while ... Funny, you making sergeant; I thought two other gees won the lottery.\"", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_25": "Just after midnight she rose with a sigh to prepare for bed. She looked round the room. There was no sign of Annie Colchester.\n\n\u201cHow stupid of me to have forgotten about her,\u201d she thought with compunction. <|Q|>\u201cShe ought to have been in bed and to have taken her cocoa an hour ago. Oh! now I remember; she got a letter which upset her very much and went out. Dear, dear! where can she be?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nLeslie went to the window and flung it open; she put her head out, and tried to peer into the darkness; but the moon had already set, and she could not see more than a couple of yards in front of her. She ventured to call Annie\u2019s name softly; there was no reply. She shut the window.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_15": "Gordon sketched it in, without mentioning Security. \"What happened to you, Izzy?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Price of being honest. But the gees who paid me protection didn't get hurt, gov'nor.\"<|Q|> He winced, then grinned. \"So they pay double tomorrow. Honesty pays, gov'nor, if you squeeze it once in a while ... Funny, you making sergeant; I thought two other gees won the lottery.\"\n\nSo the promotion had come from Trench! It bothered him. When a turkey sees corn on the menu, it's time to wonder about Thanksgiving.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_28": "Leslie left the room; but she had scarcely gone a dozen paces down the corridor before she met Annie returning. Annie\u2019s eyes were very bright, her cheeks were no longer pale, and there was a brilliant color in them. She did not take the least notice of Leslie; but, going into the room, shut the door. Leslie opened it and followed her.\n\n\u201cDear me, Annie!\u201d she said, <|Q|>\u201cI was quite frightened about you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t begin,\u201d said Annie.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_18": "Darkness fell sharply, as it always did in Mars' thin air, but they went on, heading out into the dunes of the desert. When they finally stopped, they were beside a small, battered space ship. Boxes were piled all around it, and others were being tossed out. Trent leaped from the truck, motioning them to follow, and they began loading the crates hastily. It took about an hour of hard work to load the last of them, and Trench was working harder than they were. Finished, he went up to one of the men from the ship, handed over an envelope, and came back to start the truck back toward Marsport. As the dunes dwindled behind them, Gordon could see the brief flare of the little rocket taking off.\n\nThey drove back through the night as rapidly as the truck could manage. Finally, they rolled into City Hall, down a ramp, and onto an elevator that took them three levels down. Trench climbed out and nodded in satisfaction. <|Q|>\"That's it. Take tomorrow off, if you want, and I'll fix credit for you. But just remember you haven't seen anything. You don't know any more than our old friend Murdoch!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe led them to another elevator, then swung back to the truck.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_31": "\u201cBut your letter, dear?\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d said Annie. <|Q|>\u201cI am not going to confide in you; so don\u2019t think it. I only want to get into bed and to sleep.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nLeslie did not venture to say any more. She lit the little spirit-lamp, put on the milk to boil, and prepared the cocoa as usual. When Annie\u2019s cup was ready, brimful and frothy, and looking as tempting as it could, she brought it to her with a biscuit.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_20": "\"Guns,\" Gordon said slowly. \"Guns and contraband ammunition for the administration from Earth. And they must have paid half the graft they've taken for that. What the hell do they want it for?\"\n\nIzzy jerked a shoulder upwards and a twist ran across his pock-marked face. <|Q|>\"War, what else? Gov'nor, Earth must be boiling about the election. Maybe Security's getting set to spring.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe idea of Marsport rebelling against Earth seemed ridiculous. Even with guns, they wouldn't have a chance if Earth sent a force of any strength to back Security. But it was the only explanation.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_22": "Gordon dropped from the rubble, staring at the bank. He'd played it safe this time -- he'd put his money away, to make sure he'd have it!\n\nA heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and he turned to see Mother Corey. <|Q|>\"That's the way a panic is, cobber,\"<|Q|> the man said. \"There's a run, then everything is ruined. I tried to get you when I first heard the rumor, but you were gone. And when this starts, a man has to get there first.\" He patted his side, where a bulge showed. \"And I just made it, too.\"\n\nThe mob was beginning to break up now, but it was still in an ugly mood. \"But what started it?\"", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_34": "Annie stared vacantly at the cocoa, then she uttered a laugh.\n\n\u201cDrink that?\u201d she said. <|Q|>\u201cDo you want to kill me? Don\u2019t talk any more. I am sleepy; I shall sleep.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe got into bed as she spoke, and wrapped the clothes tightly round her.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_35": "She got into bed as she spoke, and wrapped the clothes tightly round her.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, do turn off the electric light,\u201d<|Q|> she said again. \u201cCan\u2019t you manage with a candle, just for once?\u201d\n\n\u201cCertainly,\u201d said Leslie.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_21": "He had seen crowds beginning to assemble all afternoon, but had paid no attention to them. Now he found the way back to Corey's blocked by a mob. Then he saw that the object of it all was the First Marsport Bank. It was only toward that that the shaking fists were raised. Gordon managed to get onto a pile of rubble where he could see over the crowd. The doors of the bank were locked shut, but men were attacking it with an improvised battering ram. As he watched, a pompous little man came to the upper window over the door and began motioning for attention. The crowd quieted almost at once, except for a single yell. <|Q|>\"When do we get our money?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Please. Please.\" The voice reached back thinly as the bank president got his silence. \"Please. It won't do you any good. Not a bit. We're broke. Not a cent left! And don't go blaming me. I didn't start the rush. Your friends did that. They took all the money, and now we're cleaned out. You can't -- \"", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_37": "Annie\u2019s manner was very mysterious. There was no doubt that she had got a shock; but of what nature Leslie could not in the least make out. There was no help for it, however. Annie did not mean to confide in anyone that night, and the kindest thing was to leave her alone.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBy and by I must get her to tell me,\u201d<|Q|> thought Leslie; \u201cbut there is no use in worrying her now.\u201d\n\nTired out, Leslie herself dropped asleep. She was awakened in the middle of the night. What was the matter? She heard the sound of someone running swiftly. There was a sort of wind in the room. She sat up in bed.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_38": "Annie\u2019s manner was very mysterious. There was no doubt that she had got a shock; but of what nature Leslie could not in the least make out. There was no help for it, however. Annie did not mean to confide in anyone that night, and the kindest thing was to leave her alone.\n\n\u201cBy and by I must get her to tell me,\u201d thought Leslie; <|Q|>\u201cbut there is no use in worrying her now.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nTired out, Leslie herself dropped asleep. She was awakened in the middle of the night. What was the matter? She heard the sound of someone running swiftly. There was a sort of wind in the room. She sat up in bed.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_26": "Gordon found Izzy organizing the bouncers from the joints and some of the citizens into a squad. Every joint was closed down tightly already. Gordon began organizing his own squad.\n\nIzzy slipped over as he began to get them organized. <|Q|>\"If we hold past midnight, we'll be set, gov'nor,\"<|Q|> he said. \"They go crazy for a while, but give 'em a few hours and they stop most of it. I figure you know where all the scratch went?\"\n\n\"Sure -- guns from Earth! The damned fools!\"", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_39": "Tired out, Leslie herself dropped asleep. She was awakened in the middle of the night. What was the matter? She heard the sound of someone running swiftly. There was a sort of wind in the room. She sat up in bed.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnnie, is that you?\u201d<|Q|> she called out.\n\nThere was no reply, but the sound of hurrying steps came quicker and quicker \u2014 now and then they were interrupted by a groan.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_27": "Gordon found Izzy organizing the bouncers from the joints and some of the citizens into a squad. Every joint was closed down tightly already. Gordon began organizing his own squad.\n\nIzzy slipped over as he began to get them organized. \"If we hold past midnight, we'll be set, gov'nor,\" he said. <|Q|>\"They go crazy for a while, but give 'em a few hours and they stop most of it. I figure you know where all the scratch went?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Sure -- guns from Earth! The damned fools!\"", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_12": "Jane Heriot stood without.\n\n\u201cThese letters have just come for you and Annie Colchester,\u201d she said: <|Q|>\u201cand, as I was coming upstairs, I thought I would leave them with you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nLeslie thanked her and eagerly grasped the little parcel. There were two letters for herself \u2014 one from her mother and one from Llewellyn. Her eyes shone with pleasure at the anticipation of the delightful time she would have reveling in the home news; the other letter was directed to Annie Colchester.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_13": "Now Leslie had not failed to remark that Annie seldom or never got letters, that she had made no real friends in the college, and that, as far as she could tell, she seemed to have no special friend anywhere.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHere is a letter for you, Annie,\u201d<|Q|> cried Leslie. \u201cI am so glad that you have got one at last \u2014 \u2014 \u201d\n\nShe took the letter as she spoke over to Annie, who started up, dropped her pen, and stood with both hands outstretched.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_14": "She took the letter as she spoke over to Annie, who started up, dropped her pen, and stood with both hands outstretched.\n\n\u201cIt has come,\u201d she cried: <|Q|>\u201cat last I have news.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHer face grew suddenly white as death.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_5": "\"O thou the Wazir, of a truth I fear for my son, Kamar al-Zaman, the shifts and accidents which befal man and fain would I marry him in my life-time.\" Answered the Wazir, \"O King, know thou that marriage is one of the most honourable of moral actions, and thou wouldst indeed do well and right to marry thy son in thy lifetime, ere thou make him Sultan.\" On this quoth the King, \"Hither with my son Kamar al-Zaman;\" so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire. <|Q|>\"O Kamar al Zaman,\"<|Q|> said King Shahriman, \"of a truth I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee during my lifetime.\" Replied he, \"O my father, know that I have no lust to marry nor cloth my soul incline to women; for that concerning their craft and perfidy I have read many books and heard much talk, even as saith the poet,\n\n'Now, an of women ask ye, I reply: \u2014 * In their affairs I'm versed a doctor rare! When man's head grizzles and his money dwindles, * In their affections he hath naught for share.'", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_17": "\u201cAt last I have news,\u201d repeated Annie. \u201cI have been starving, or, rather, I have been thirsting. You cannot tell what a thirst like mine means; and this, this is a cup of cold water.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, read it in peace,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie. \u201cI won\u2019t disturb you. I am truly glad it has come.\u201d\n\nLeslie seated herself with her back to her companion and opened her own letters. After a time she looked round. Annie was standing just where she was when she received the letter; both her hands were clutching it tightly, her eyes were fixed upon the written words, and her face was white.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_7": "\"Crazy,\" Trench repeated. \"He must have been to spin that story ... By the way, thanks for killing that sniper. You're a good shot. I'd be dead if you weren't, I guess.\"\n\nGordon made no comment, and Trench said, <|Q|>\"I could start a nasty investigation, I guess. But I heard him raving, too. Give me a hand, and I'll take care of all this ... Want me to drop you off?\"<|Q|>\n\nThey wangled the body into the trunk of the car. Then it was good to relax while Trench drove along the rubble-piled and nearly deserted streets. Gordon heard a sigh from beside him; Trench must have been under tension, too.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_5": "\u201c\u2019Tis the trail!\u201d exclaimed the scout, advancing to the spot; \u201cthe lad is quick of sight and keen of wit for his years.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201c\u2019Tis extraordinary that he should have withheld his knowledge so long,\u201d<|Q|> muttered Duncan, at his elbow.\n\n\u201cIt would have been more wonderful had he spoken without a bidding. No, no; your young white, who gathers his learning from books and can measure what he knows by the page, may conceit that his knowledge, like his legs, outruns that of his fathers\u2019, but, where experience is the master, the scholar is made to know the value of years, and respects them accordingly.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_10": "Inside, a thick effluvium hit his nose, and Gordon turned to see Mother Corey's huge bulk waddling down the hall. The old man nodded. \"We thought you'd gone on the lam, cobber. But I guess, since Trench brought you back, you've cooled. Good, good. As a respectable man now, I couldn't have stashed you from the cops -- though I might have been tempted -- mighty tempted.\" His face was melancholy. <|Q|>\"Tell me, lad, did they get Murdoch?\"<|Q|>\n\nBruce Gordon nodded, and the old man sighed. Something suspiciously like a tear glistened in his eyes.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_9": "* * * * *\n\nInside, a thick effluvium hit his nose, and Gordon turned to see Mother Corey's huge bulk waddling down the hall. The old man nodded. <|Q|>\"We thought you'd gone on the lam, cobber. But I guess, since Trench brought you back, you've cooled. Good, good. As a respectable man now, I couldn't have stashed you from the cops -- though I might have been tempted -- mighty tempted.\"<|Q|> His face was melancholy. \"Tell me, lad, did they get Murdoch?\"\n\nBruce Gordon nodded, and the old man sighed. Something suspiciously like a tear glistened in his eyes.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_19": "Leslie seated herself with her back to her companion and opened her own letters. After a time she looked round. Annie was standing just where she was when she received the letter; both her hands were clutching it tightly, her eyes were fixed upon the written words, and her face was white.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHave you had bad news?\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie.\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t notice me,\u201d replied Annie. She crushed the letter up tight, thrust it into her pocket, and said abruptly, \u201cWhat is the hour?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_12": "\"I thought you were taking a bath,\" Gordon commented.\n\nThe old man chuckled. <|Q|>\"Fate's against me, cobber. With all the shooting, some punk put a bullet clean through the wall and the plastic of the tub. Fifty gallons of water, all wasted!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe turned back toward the end of the hall, sighing again. Gordon went up the stairs, noticing that Izzy's door was open. The little man was stretched out on the bunk in his clothes, filthy; one side of his face swollen.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_23": "\u201cBut they are just shutting up.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI shall go \u2014 I know a way. Don\u2019t say a word. I\u2019ll be back presently.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe seized a small cloth cap which she was fond of wearing, and ran out of the room.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_14": "Hawkeye and the Mohicans now applied themselves to their task in good earnest. A circle of a few hundred feet in circumference was drawn, and each of the party took a segment for his portion. The examination, however, resulted in no discovery. The impressions of footsteps were numerous, but they all appeared like those of men who had wandered about the spot, without any design to quit it. Again the scout and his companions made the circuit of the halting place, each slowly following the other, until they assembled in the center once more, no wiser than when they started.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSuch cunning is not without its deviltry,\u201d<|Q|> exclaimed Hawkeye, when he met the disappointed looks of his assistants.\n\n\u201cWe must get down to it, Sagamore, beginning at the spring, and going over the ground by inches. The Huron shall never brag in his tribe that he has a foot which leaves no print.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_26": "Leslie went to the window and flung it open; she put her head out, and tried to peer into the darkness; but the moon had already set, and she could not see more than a couple of yards in front of her. She ventured to call Annie\u2019s name softly; there was no reply. She shut the window.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere is nothing for it but for me to go and look for her,\u201d<|Q|> she said to herself. \u201cShe is a very queer, erratic creature; and that letter \u2014 there was bad news in that letter. Poor girl, she spoke of it as cold water to the thirsty; she looked when I saw her last as if it had half killed her. What can she be doing out by herself? Yes, I must find her without delay.\u201d\n\nLeslie left the room; but she had scarcely gone a dozen paces down the corridor before she met Annie returning. Annie\u2019s eyes were very bright, her cheeks were no longer pale, and there was a brilliant color in them. She did not take the least notice of Leslie; but, going into the room, shut the door. Leslie opened it and followed her.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_17": "They were one of the few teams in the Seventh Precinct to make full quota. Trench was lavish in his praise. He was playing more than fair with Bruce Gordon now, but there was a basic suspicion in his eyes.\n\nThe next day, he drafted Izzy and Gordon for a trip outside the dome. <|Q|>\"It's easy enough, and you'll get plenty of credit in the fund for it. I need two men who can keep their mouths shut.\"<|Q|>\n\nThey idled around the station through the morning. In the late afternoon, they left in a big truck capable of hauling what would have been fifty tons on Earth. Trench drove. Outside the dome, the electric motor carried them along at a steady twenty miles an hour, almost silently.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_16": "Setting the example himself, the scout engaged in the scrutiny with renewed zeal. Not a leaf was left unturned. The sticks were removed, and the stones lifted; for Indian cunning was known frequently to adopt these objects as covers, laboring with the utmost patience and industry, to conceal each footstep as they proceeded. Still no discovery was made. At length Uncas, whose activity had enabled him to achieve his portion of the task the soonest, raked the earth across the turbid little rill which ran from the spring, and diverted its course into another channel. So soon as its narrow bed below the dam was dry, he stooped over it with keen and curious eyes. A cry of exultation immediately announced the success of the young warrior. The whole party crowded to the spot where Uncas pointed out the impression of a moccasin in the moist alluvion.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThis lad will be an honor to his people,\u201d<|Q|> said Hawkeye, regarding the trail with as much admiration as a naturalist would expend on the tusk of a mammoth or the rib of a mastodon; \u201cay, and a thorn in the sides of the Hurons. Yet that is not the footstep of an Indian! the weight is too much on the heel, and the toes are squared, as though one of the French dancers had been in, pigeon-winging his tribe! Run back, Uncas, and bring me the size of the singer\u2019s foot. You will find a beautiful print of it just opposite yon rock, agin the hillside.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_29": "\u201cDon\u2019t begin,\u201d said Annie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t begin! What do you mean?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI mean that I don\u2019t want you to begin to ask questions. I am going to get into bed, and to remain perfectly quiet, and you are not to ask me one question about anything. I want to sleep. I walked up and down as fast as ever I could outside in order to make myself sleepy. Don\u2019t talk to me, Leslie; don\u2019t say a single word. I shall go off to sleep \u2014 that is all I care for.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_19": "He led them to another elevator, then swung back to the truck.\n\n\"Guns,\" Gordon said slowly. <|Q|>\"Guns and contraband ammunition for the administration from Earth. And they must have paid half the graft they've taken for that. What the hell do they want it for?\"<|Q|>\n\nIzzy jerked a shoulder upwards and a twist ran across his pock-marked face. \"War, what else? Gov'nor, Earth must be boiling about the election. Maybe Security's getting set to spring.\"", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_32": "Leslie did not venture to say any more. She lit the little spirit-lamp, put on the milk to boil, and prepared the cocoa as usual. When Annie\u2019s cup was ready, brimful and frothy, and looking as tempting as it could, she brought it to her with a biscuit.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNow, drink this at once,\u201d<|Q|> she said in a voice of authority, \u201cif you really wish to sleep.\u201d\n\nAnnie stared vacantly at the cocoa, then she uttered a laugh.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_33": "Leslie did not venture to say any more. She lit the little spirit-lamp, put on the milk to boil, and prepared the cocoa as usual. When Annie\u2019s cup was ready, brimful and frothy, and looking as tempting as it could, she brought it to her with a biscuit.\n\n\u201cNow, drink this at once,\u201d she said in a voice of authority, <|Q|>\u201cif you really wish to sleep.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnnie stared vacantly at the cocoa, then she uttered a laugh.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_24": "Gordon dropped from the rubble, staring at the bank. He'd played it safe this time -- he'd put his money away, to make sure he'd have it!\n\nA heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and he turned to see Mother Corey. \"That's the way a panic is, cobber,\" the man said. \"There's a run, then everything is ruined. I tried to get you when I first heard the rumor, but you were gone. And when this starts, a man has to get there first.\" He patted his side, where a bulge showed. <|Q|>\"And I just made it, too.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe mob was beginning to break up now, but it was still in an ugly mood. \"But what started it?\"", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_36": "She got into bed as she spoke, and wrapped the clothes tightly round her.\n\n\u201cOh, do turn off the electric light,\u201d she said again. <|Q|>\u201cCan\u2019t you manage with a candle, just for once?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCertainly,\u201d said Leslie.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_23": "Gordon dropped from the rubble, staring at the bank. He'd played it safe this time -- he'd put his money away, to make sure he'd have it!\n\nA heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and he turned to see Mother Corey. \"That's the way a panic is, cobber,\" the man said. <|Q|>\"There's a run, then everything is ruined. I tried to get you when I first heard the rumor, but you were gone. And when this starts, a man has to get there first.\"<|Q|> He patted his side, where a bulge showed. \"And I just made it, too.\"\n\nThe mob was beginning to break up now, but it was still in an ugly mood. \"But what started it?\"", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_31": "When the meal was ended, the scout cast a glance upward at the setting sun, and pushed forward with a rapidity which compelled Heyward and the still vigorous Munro to exert all their muscles to equal. Their route now lay along the bottom which has already been mentioned. As the Hurons had made no further efforts to conceal their footsteps, the progress of the pursuers was no longer delayed by uncertainty. Before an hour had elapsed, however, the speed of Hawkeye sensibly abated, and his head, instead of maintaining its former direct and forward look, began to turn suspiciously from side to side, as if he were conscious of approaching danger. He soon stopped again, and waited for the whole party to come up.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI scent the Hurons,\u201d<|Q|> he said, speaking to the Mohicans; \u201cyonder is open sky, through the treetops, and we are getting too nigh their encampment. Sagamore, you will take the hillside, to the right; Uncas will bend along the brook to the left, while I will try the trail. If anything should happen, the call will be three croaks of a crow. I saw one of the birds fanning himself in the air, just beyond the dead oak \u2014 another sign that we are approaching an encampment.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_1": "Bruce Gordon lifted the cradled phone from the box. \"Gordon reporting,\" he announced.\n\nA startled grunt came from the instrument, followed by the clicks of hasty switching. In less than fifteen seconds, Trench's voice barked out of the phone. <|Q|>\"Gordon? Where the hell you been?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Up an alley between McCutcheon and Miles,\" Gordon told him. \"With a corpse. Murdoch's corpse. Better send out the wagon.\"", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_33": "Duncan was still curiously observing the person of his neighbor when the scout stole silently and cautiously to his side.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou see we have reached their settlement or encampment,\u201d<|Q|> whispered the young man; \u201cand here is one of the savages himself, in a very embarrassing position for our further movements.\u201d\n\nHawkeye started, and dropped his rifle, when, directed by the finger of his companion, the stranger came under his view. Then lowering the dangerous muzzle he stretched forward his long neck, as if to assist a scrutiny that was already intensely keen.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_28": "Izzy slipped over as he began to get them organized. \"If we hold past midnight, we'll be set, gov'nor,\" he said. \"They go crazy for a while, but give 'em a few hours and they stop most of it. I figure you know where all the scratch went?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Sure -- guns from Earth! The damned fools!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yeah. But not fools. Just bloody well-informed, gov'nor. Earth's sending a fleet -- got official word of it. No way of telling how big, but it's coming.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_29": "\"Sure -- guns from Earth! The damned fools!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yeah. But not fools. Just bloody well-informed, gov'nor. Earth's sending a fleet -- got official word of it. No way of telling how big, but it's coming.\"<|Q|>\n\nIt gave Gordon something to think about while they patrolled the beat. But he had enough for a time without that. The mobs left the section alone, apparently scared off by the organized group ready and waiting for them. But every street and alley had to be kept under constant surveillance to drive out the angry, desperate men who were trying to get something to hang onto before everything collapsed. He saw stores being broken into, beyond his beat; and brawls as one drunken, crazed crowd met another. But he kept to his own territory, knowing that there was nothing he could do beyond it.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_2": "\u201cit did not need the judgment of many long years to tell that they would follow the valleys, and keep atween the waters of the Hudson and the Horican, until they might strike the springs of the Canada streams, which would lead them into the heart of the country of the Frenchers. Yet here are we, within a short range of the Scaroons, and not a sign of a trail have we crossed! Human natur\u2019 is weak, and it is possible we may not have taken the proper scent.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHeaven protect us from such an error!\u201d<|Q|> exclaimed Duncan. \u201cLet us retrace our steps, and examine as we go, with keener eyes. Has Uncas no counsel to offer in such a strait?\u201d\n\nThe young Mohican cast a glance at his father, but, maintaining his quiet and reserved mien, he continued silent. Chingachgook had caught the look, and motioning with his hand, he bade him speak. The moment this permission was accorded, the countenance of Uncas changed from its grave composure to a gleam of intelligence and joy. Bounding forward like a deer, he sprang up the side of a little acclivity, a few rods in advance, and stood, exultingly, over a spot of fresh earth, that looked as though it had been recently upturned by the passage of some heavy animal. The eyes of the whole party followed the unexpected movement, and read their success in the air of triumph that the youth assumed.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_4": "The young Mohican cast a glance at his father, but, maintaining his quiet and reserved mien, he continued silent. Chingachgook had caught the look, and motioning with his hand, he bade him speak. The moment this permission was accorded, the countenance of Uncas changed from its grave composure to a gleam of intelligence and joy. Bounding forward like a deer, he sprang up the side of a little acclivity, a few rods in advance, and stood, exultingly, over a spot of fresh earth, that looked as though it had been recently upturned by the passage of some heavy animal. The eyes of the whole party followed the unexpected movement, and read their success in the air of triumph that the youth assumed.\n\n\u201c\u2019Tis the trail!\u201d exclaimed the scout, advancing to the spot; <|Q|>\u201cthe lad is quick of sight and keen of wit for his years.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201c\u2019Tis extraordinary that he should have withheld his knowledge so long,\u201d muttered Duncan, at his elbow.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_37": "\u201cThe imp is not a Huron,\u201d he said, \u201cnor of any of the Canada tribes; and yet you see, by his clothes, the knave has been plundering a white. Ay, Montcalm has raked the woods for his inroad, and a whooping, murdering set of varlets has he gathered together. Can you see where he has put his rifle or his bow?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe appears to have no arms; nor does he seem to be viciously inclined. Unless he communicate the alarm to his fellows, who, as you see, are dodging about the water, we have but little to fear from him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe scout turned to Heyward, and regarded him a moment with unconcealed amazement. Then opening wide his mouth, he indulged in unrestrained and heartfelt laughter, though in that silent and peculiar manner which danger had so long taught him to practise.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_0": "After proceeding a few miles, the progress of Hawkeye, who led the advance, became more deliberate and watchful. He often stopped to examine the trees; nor did he cross a rivulet without attentively considering the quantity, the velocity, and the color of its waters. Distrusting his own judgment, his appeals to the opinion of Chingachgook were frequent and earnest. During one of these conferences Heyward observed that Uncas stood a patient and silent, though, as he imagined, an interested listener. He was strongly tempted to address the young chief, and demand his opinion of their progress; but the calm and dignified demeanor of the native induced him to believe, that, like himself, the other was wholly dependent on the sagacity and intelligence of the seniors of the party. At last the scout spoke in English, and at once explained the embarrassment of their situation.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhen I found that the home path of the Hurons run north,\u201d<|Q|> he said, \u201cit did not need the judgment of many long years to tell that they would follow the valleys, and keep atween the waters of the Hudson and the Horican, until they might strike the springs of the Canada streams, which would lead them into the heart of the country of the Frenchers. Yet here are we, within a short range of the Scaroons, and not a sign of a trail have we crossed! Human natur\u2019 is weak, and it is possible we may not have taken the proper scent.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_8": "They wangled the body into the trunk of the car. Then it was good to relax while Trench drove along the rubble-piled and nearly deserted streets. Gordon heard a sigh from beside him; Trench must have been under tension, too.\n\nThey didn't speak until Trench stopped in front of Mother Corey's place. Then the captain turned and stuck out his hand. <|Q|>\"Congratulations, by the way. I forgot to tell you, but you won the lottery. You're a sergeant from now on.\"<|Q|>\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_7": "\u201cIt would have been more wonderful had he spoken without a bidding. No, no; your young white, who gathers his learning from books and can measure what he knows by the page, may conceit that his knowledge, like his legs, outruns that of his fathers\u2019, but, where experience is the master, the scholar is made to know the value of years, and respects them accordingly.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee!\u201d said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him, <|Q|>\u201cthe dark-hair has gone toward the forest.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHound never ran on a more beautiful scent,\u201d responded the scout, dashing forward, at once, on the indicated route; \u201cwe are favored, greatly favored, and can follow with high noses. Ay, here are both your waddling beasts: this Huron travels like a white general. The fellow is stricken with a judgment, and is mad! Look sharp for wheels, Sagamore,\u201d he continued, looking back, and laughing in his newly awakened satisfaction; \u201cwe shall soon have the fool journeying in a coach, and that with three of the best pair of eyes on the borders in his rear.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_41": "Hawkeye regarded him a moment, like one who knew not how to take the question; then, nodding his head, he answered, still laughing, though inaudibly:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFire a whole platoon, major.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIn the next moment he was concealed by the leaves. Duncan waited several minutes in feverish impatience, before he caught another glimpse of the scout. Then he reappeared, creeping along the earth, from which his dress was hardly distinguishable, directly in the rear of his intended captive. Having reached within a few yards of the latter, he arose to his feet, silently and slowly. At that instant, several loud blows were struck on the water, and Duncan turned his eyes just in time to perceive that a hundred dark forms were plunging, in a body, into the troubled little sheet. Grasping his rifle his looks were again bent on the Indian near him. Instead of taking the alarm, the unconscious savage stretched forward his neck, as if he also watched the movements about the gloomy lake, with a sort of silly curiosity. In the meantime, the uplifted hand of Hawkeye was above him. But, without any apparent reason, it was withdrawn, and its owner indulged in another long, though still silent, fit of merriment. When the peculiar and hearty laughter of Hawkeye was ended, instead of grasping his victim by the throat, he tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and exclaimed aloud:", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_9": "\u201cSee!\u201d said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him, \u201cthe dark-hair has gone toward the forest.\u201d\n\n\u201cHound never ran on a more beautiful scent,\u201d responded the scout, dashing forward, at once, on the indicated route; <|Q|>\u201cwe are favored, greatly favored, and can follow with high noses. Ay, here are both your waddling beasts: this Huron travels like a white general. The fellow is stricken with a judgment, and is mad! Look sharp for wheels, Sagamore,\u201d<|Q|> he continued, looking back, and laughing in his newly awakened satisfaction; \u201cwe shall soon have the fool journeying in a coach, and that with three of the best pair of eyes on the borders in his rear.\u201d\n\nThe spirits of the scout, and the astonishing success of the chase, in which a circuitous distance of more than forty miles had been passed, did not fail to impart a portion of hope to the whole party. Their advance was rapid; and made with as much confidence as a traveler would proceed along a wide highway. If a rock, or a rivulet, or a bit of earth harder than common, severed the links of the clew they followed, the true eye of the scout recovered them at a distance, and seldom rendered the delay of a single moment necessary. Their progress was much facilitated by the certainty that Magua had found it necessary to journey through the valleys; a circumstance which rendered the general direction of the route sure. Nor had the Huron entirely neglected the arts uniformly practised by the natives when retiring in front of an enemy. False trails and sudden turnings were frequent, wherever a brook or the formation of the ground rendered them feasible; but his pursuers were rarely deceived, and never failed to detect their error, before they had lost either time or distance on the deceptive track.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_11": "It was easy to follow the tracks of the Narragansetts, but they seemed only to have wandered without guides, or any other object than the pursuit of food. At length Uncas, who, with his father, had endeavored to trace the route of the horses, came upon a sign of their presence that was quite recent. Before following the clew, he communicated his success to his companions; and while the latter were consulting on the circumstance, the youth reappeared, leading the two fillies, with their saddles broken, and the housings soiled, as though they had been permitted to run at will for several days.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat should this prove?\u201d<|Q|> said Duncan, turning pale, and glancing his eyes around him, as if he feared the brush and leaves were about to give up some horrid secret.\n\n\u201cThat our march is come to a quick end, and that we are in an enemy\u2019s country,\u201d returned the scout. \u201cHad the knave been pressed, and the gentle ones wanted horses to keep up with the party, he might have taken their scalps; but without an enemy at his heels, and with such rugged beasts as these, he would not hurt a hair of their heads. I know your thoughts, and shame be it to our color that you have reason for them; but he who thinks that even a Mingo would ill-treat a woman, unless it be to tomahawk her, knows nothing of Indian natur\u2019, or the laws of the woods. No, no; I have heard that the French Indians had come into these hills to hunt the moose, and we are getting within scent of their camp. Why should they not? The morning and evening guns of Ty may be heard any day among these mountains; for the Frenchers are running a new line atween the provinces of the king and the Canadas. It is true that the horses are here, but the Hurons are gone; let us, then, hunt for the path by which they parted.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_3": "The young man, in a hurried, nervous way, began his explanation.\n\nBut Alexander cut him short. <|Q|>\u201cWhen did you stop work?\u201d<|Q|> he asked sharply.\n\nThe young engineer looked confused. \u201cI haven\u2019t stopped work yet, Mr. Alexander. I didn\u2019t feel that I could go so far without definite authorization from you.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_0": "CHAPTER X\n\nOn Tuesday afternoon a Boston lawyer, who had been trying a case in Vermont, was standing on the siding at White River Junction when the Canadian Express pulled by on its northward journey. As the day-coaches at the rear end of the long train swept by him, the lawyer noticed at one of the windows a man\u2019s head, with thick rumpled hair. \u201cCurious,\u201d he thought; <|Q|>\u201cthat looked like Alexander, but what would he be doing back there in the daycoaches?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt was, indeed, Alexander.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_1": "And this, then, was to be the disaster that his old professor had foreseen for him: the crack in the wall, the crash, the cloud of dust. And he could not understand how it had come about. He felt that he himself was unchanged, that he was still there, the same man he had been five years ago, and that he was sitting stupidly by and letting some resolute offshoot of himself spoil his life for him. This new force was not he, it was but a part of him. He would not even admit that it was stronger than he; but it was more active. It was by its energy that this new feeling got the better of him. His wife was the woman who had made his life, gratified his pride, given direction to his tastes and habits. The life they led together seemed to him beautiful. Winifred still was, as she had always been, Romance for him, and whenever he was deeply stirred he turned to her. When the grandeur and beauty of the world challenged him \u2014 as it challenges even the most self-absorbed people \u2014 he always answered with her name. That was his reply to the question put by the mountains and the stars; to all the spiritual aspects of life. In his feeling for his wife there was all the tenderness, all the pride, all the devotion of which he was capable. There was everything but energy; the energy of youth which must register itself and cut its name before it passes. This new feeling was so fresh, so unsatisfied and light of foot. It ran and was not wearied, anticipated him everywhere. It put a girdle round the earth while he was going from New York to Moorlock. At this moment, it was tingling through him, exultant, and live as quicksilver, whispering, <|Q|>\u201cIn July you will be in England.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlready he dreaded the long, empty days at sea, the monotonous Irish coast, the sluggish passage up the Mersey, the flash of the boat train through the summer country. He closed his eyes and gave himself up to the feeling of rapid motion and to swift, terrifying thoughts. He was sitting so, his face shaded by his hand, when the Boston lawyer saw him from the siding at White River Junction.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_15": "\u201cSuch cunning is not without its deviltry,\u201d exclaimed Hawkeye, when he met the disappointed looks of his assistants.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWe must get down to it, Sagamore, beginning at the spring, and going over the ground by inches. The Huron shall never brag in his tribe that he has a foot which leaves no print.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSetting the example himself, the scout engaged in the scrutiny with renewed zeal. Not a leaf was left unturned. The sticks were removed, and the stones lifted; for Indian cunning was known frequently to adopt these objects as covers, laboring with the utmost patience and industry, to conceal each footstep as they proceeded. Still no discovery was made. At length Uncas, whose activity had enabled him to achieve his portion of the task the soonest, raked the earth across the turbid little rill which ran from the spring, and diverted its course into another channel. So soon as its narrow bed below the dam was dry, he stooped over it with keen and curious eyes. A cry of exultation immediately announced the success of the young warrior. The whole party crowded to the spot where Uncas pointed out the impression of a moccasin in the moist alluvion.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_18": "While the youth was engaged in this commission, the scout and Chingachgook were attentively considering the impressions. The measurements agreed, and the former unhesitatingly pronounced that the footstep was that of David, who had once more been made to exchange his shoes for moccasins.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI can now read the whole of it, as plainly as if I had seen the arts of Le Subtil,\u201d<|Q|> he added; \u201cthe singer being a man whose gifts lay chiefly in his throat and feet, was made to go first, and the others have trod in his steps, imitating their formation.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut,\u201d cried Duncan, \u201cI see no signs of \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_16": "Gordon sketched it in, without mentioning Security. \"What happened to you, Izzy?\"\n\n\"Price of being honest. But the gees who paid me protection didn't get hurt, gov'nor.\" He winced, then grinned. <|Q|>\"So they pay double tomorrow. Honesty pays, gov'nor, if you squeeze it once in a while ... Funny, you making sergeant; I thought two other gees won the lottery.\"<|Q|>\n\nSo the promotion had come from Trench! It bothered him. When a turkey sees corn on the menu, it's time to wonder about Thanksgiving.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_19": "While the youth was engaged in this commission, the scout and Chingachgook were attentively considering the impressions. The measurements agreed, and the former unhesitatingly pronounced that the footstep was that of David, who had once more been made to exchange his shoes for moccasins.\n\n\u201cI can now read the whole of it, as plainly as if I had seen the arts of Le Subtil,\u201d he added; <|Q|>\u201cthe singer being a man whose gifts lay chiefly in his throat and feet, was made to go first, and the others have trod in his steps, imitating their formation.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut,\u201d cried Duncan, \u201cI see no signs of \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_20": "\u201cBut,\u201d cried Duncan, \u201cI see no signs of \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cThe gentle ones,\u201d interrupted the scout; <|Q|>\u201cthe varlet has found a way to carry them, until he supposed he had thrown any followers off the scent. My life on it, we see their pretty little feet again, before many rods go by.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe whole party now proceeded, following the course of the rill, keeping anxious eyes on the regular impressions. The water soon flowed into its bed again, but watching the ground on either side, the foresters pursued their way content with knowing that the trail lay beneath. More than half a mile was passed, before the rill rippled close around the base of an extensive and dry rock. Here they paused to make sure that the Hurons had not quitted the water.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_21": "It was fortunate they did so. For the quick and active Uncas soon found the impression of a foot on a bunch of moss, where it would seem an Indian had inadvertently trodden. Pursuing the direction given by this discovery, he entered the neighboring thicket, and struck the trail, as fresh and obvious as it had been before they reached the spring. Another shout announced the good fortune of the youth to his companions, and at once terminated the search.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAy, it has been planned with Indian judgment,\u201d<|Q|> said the scout, when the party was assembled around the place, \u201cand would have blinded white eyes.\u201d\n\n\u201cShall we proceed?\u201d demanded Heyward.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_23": "\u201cAy, it has been planned with Indian judgment,\u201d said the scout, when the party was assembled around the place, \u201cand would have blinded white eyes.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShall we proceed?\u201d<|Q|> demanded Heyward.\n\n\u201cSoftly, softly, we know our path; but it is good to examine the formation of things. This is my schooling, major; and if one neglects the book, there is little chance of learning from the open land of Providence. All is plain but one thing, which is the manner that the knave contrived to get the gentle ones along the blind trail. Even a Huron would be too proud to let their tender feet touch the water.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_12": "\u201cThat\u2019s all true, Phil, but we never were justified in assuming that a scale that was perfectly safe for an ordinary bridge would work with anything of such length. It\u2019s all very well on paper, but it remains to be seen whether it can be done in practice. I should have thrown up the job when they crowded me. It\u2019s all nonsense to try to do what other engineers are doing when you know they\u2019re not sound.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut just now, when there is such competition,\u201d the younger man demurred. <|Q|>\u201cAnd certainly that\u2019s the new line of development.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander shrugged his shoulders and made no reply.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_28": "\u201cIf them varlets have passed a minute, they have spent hours in striving to fabricate a lying end to their trail! Well, I\u2019ve known them to waste a day in the same manner to as little purpose. Here we have three pair of moccasins, and two of little feet. It is amazing that any mortal beings can journey on limbs so small! Pass me the thong of buckskin, Uncas, and let me take the length of this foot. By the Lord, it is no longer than a child\u2019s and yet the maidens are tall and comely. That Providence is partial in its gifts, for its own wise reasons, the best and most contented of us must allow.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe tender limbs of my daughters are unequal to these hardships,\u201d said Munro, looking at the light footsteps of his children, with a parent\u2019s love; <|Q|>\u201cwe shall find their fainting forms in this desert.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOf that there is little cause of fear,\u201d returned the scout, slowly shaking his head; \u201cthis is a firm and straight, though a light step, and not over long. See, the heel has hardly touched the ground; and there the dark-hair has made a little jump, from root to root. No, no; my knowledge for it, neither of them was nigh fainting, hereaway. Now, the singer was beginning to be footsore and leg-weary, as is plain by his trail. There, you see, he slipped; here he has traveled wide and tottered; and there again it looks as though he journeyed on snowshoes. Ay, ay, a man who uses his throat altogether, can hardly give his legs a proper training.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_27": "\u201cIf them varlets have passed a minute, they have spent hours in striving to fabricate a lying end to their trail! Well, I\u2019ve known them to waste a day in the same manner to as little purpose. Here we have three pair of moccasins, and two of little feet. It is amazing that any mortal beings can journey on limbs so small! Pass me the thong of buckskin, Uncas, and let me take the length of this foot. By the Lord, it is no longer than a child\u2019s and yet the maidens are tall and comely. That Providence is partial in its gifts, for its own wise reasons, the best and most contented of us must allow.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe tender limbs of my daughters are unequal to these hardships,\u201d<|Q|> said Munro, looking at the light footsteps of his children, with a parent\u2019s love; \u201cwe shall find their fainting forms in this desert.\u201d\n\n\u201cOf that there is little cause of fear,\u201d returned the scout, slowly shaking his head; \u201cthis is a firm and straight, though a light step, and not over long. See, the heel has hardly touched the ground; and there the dark-hair has made a little jump, from root to root. No, no; my knowledge for it, neither of them was nigh fainting, hereaway. Now, the singer was beginning to be footsore and leg-weary, as is plain by his trail. There, you see, he slipped; here he has traveled wide and tottered; and there again it looks as though he journeyed on snowshoes. Ay, ay, a man who uses his throat altogether, can hardly give his legs a proper training.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_25": "\u201cSoftly, softly, we know our path; but it is good to examine the formation of things. This is my schooling, major; and if one neglects the book, there is little chance of learning from the open land of Providence. All is plain but one thing, which is the manner that the knave contrived to get the gentle ones along the blind trail. Even a Huron would be too proud to let their tender feet touch the water.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWill this assist in explaining the difficulty?\u201d<|Q|> said Heyward, pointing toward the fragments of a sort of handbarrow, that had been rudely constructed of boughs, and bound together with withes, and which now seemed carelessly cast aside as useless.\n\n\u201c\u2019Tis explained!\u201d cried the delighted Hawkeye. \u201cIf them varlets have passed a minute, they have spent hours in striving to fabricate a lying end to their trail! Well, I\u2019ve known them to waste a day in the same manner to as little purpose. Here we have three pair of moccasins, and two of little feet. It is amazing that any mortal beings can journey on limbs so small! Pass me the thong of buckskin, Uncas, and let me take the length of this foot. By the Lord, it is no longer than a child\u2019s and yet the maidens are tall and comely. That Providence is partial in its gifts, for its own wise reasons, the best and most contented of us must allow.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_0": "Yet in spite of all the ballot-stuffing and intimidations, Wayne had barely squeaked through, by a four per cent majority. It was obvious that the current administration could never win another election.\n\nBruce Gordon lifted the cradled phone from the box. <|Q|>\"Gordon reporting,\"<|Q|> he announced.\n\nA startled grunt came from the instrument, followed by the clicks of hasty switching. In less than fifteen seconds, Trench's voice barked out of the phone. \"Gordon? Where the hell you been?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_09_delray_64kb_25": "A heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and he turned to see Mother Corey. \"That's the way a panic is, cobber,\" the man said. \"There's a run, then everything is ruined. I tried to get you when I first heard the rumor, but you were gone. And when this starts, a man has to get there first.\" He patted his side, where a bulge showed. \"And I just made it, too.\"\n\nThe mob was beginning to break up now, but it was still in an ugly mood. <|Q|>\"But what started it?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Rumors that Mayor Wayne got a big loan from the bank -- and why not, seeing it was his bank! Nobody had to guess that he'd never pay it back, so -- \"", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_29": "\u201cThe tender limbs of my daughters are unequal to these hardships,\u201d said Munro, looking at the light footsteps of his children, with a parent\u2019s love; \u201cwe shall find their fainting forms in this desert.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOf that there is little cause of fear,\u201d<|Q|> returned the scout, slowly shaking his head; \u201cthis is a firm and straight, though a light step, and not over long. See, the heel has hardly touched the ground; and there the dark-hair has made a little jump, from root to root. No, no; my knowledge for it, neither of them was nigh fainting, hereaway. Now, the singer was beginning to be footsore and leg-weary, as is plain by his trail. There, you see, he slipped; here he has traveled wide and tottered; and there again it looks as though he journeyed on snowshoes. Ay, ay, a man who uses his throat altogether, can hardly give his legs a proper training.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_35": "Hawkeye started, and dropped his rifle, when, directed by the finger of his companion, the stranger came under his view. Then lowering the dangerous muzzle he stretched forward his long neck, as if to assist a scrutiny that was already intensely keen.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe imp is not a Huron,\u201d<|Q|> he said, \u201cnor of any of the Canada tribes; and yet you see, by his clothes, the knave has been plundering a white. Ay, Montcalm has raked the woods for his inroad, and a whooping, murdering set of varlets has he gathered together. Can you see where he has put his rifle or his bow?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe appears to have no arms; nor does he seem to be viciously inclined. Unless he communicate the alarm to his fellows, who, as you see, are dodging about the water, we have but little to fear from him.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_34": "Duncan was still curiously observing the person of his neighbor when the scout stole silently and cautiously to his side.\n\n\u201cYou see we have reached their settlement or encampment,\u201d whispered the young man; <|Q|>\u201cand here is one of the savages himself, in a very embarrassing position for our further movements.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHawkeye started, and dropped his rifle, when, directed by the finger of his companion, the stranger came under his view. Then lowering the dangerous muzzle he stretched forward his long neck, as if to assist a scrutiny that was already intensely keen.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_36": "Hawkeye started, and dropped his rifle, when, directed by the finger of his companion, the stranger came under his view. Then lowering the dangerous muzzle he stretched forward his long neck, as if to assist a scrutiny that was already intensely keen.\n\n\u201cThe imp is not a Huron,\u201d he said, <|Q|>\u201cnor of any of the Canada tribes; and yet you see, by his clothes, the knave has been plundering a white. Ay, Montcalm has raked the woods for his inroad, and a whooping, murdering set of varlets has he gathered together. Can you see where he has put his rifle or his bow?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHe appears to have no arms; nor does he seem to be viciously inclined. Unless he communicate the alarm to his fellows, who, as you see, are dodging about the water, we have but little to fear from him.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_3": "\u201cit did not need the judgment of many long years to tell that they would follow the valleys, and keep atween the waters of the Hudson and the Horican, until they might strike the springs of the Canada streams, which would lead them into the heart of the country of the Frenchers. Yet here are we, within a short range of the Scaroons, and not a sign of a trail have we crossed! Human natur\u2019 is weak, and it is possible we may not have taken the proper scent.\u201d\n\n\u201cHeaven protect us from such an error!\u201d exclaimed Duncan. <|Q|>\u201cLet us retrace our steps, and examine as we go, with keener eyes. Has Uncas no counsel to offer in such a strait?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe young Mohican cast a glance at his father, but, maintaining his quiet and reserved mien, he continued silent. Chingachgook had caught the look, and motioning with his hand, he bade him speak. The moment this permission was accorded, the countenance of Uncas changed from its grave composure to a gleam of intelligence and joy. Bounding forward like a deer, he sprang up the side of a little acclivity, a few rods in advance, and stood, exultingly, over a spot of fresh earth, that looked as though it had been recently upturned by the passage of some heavy animal. The eyes of the whole party followed the unexpected movement, and read their success in the air of triumph that the youth assumed.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_38": "The scout turned to Heyward, and regarded him a moment with unconcealed amazement. Then opening wide his mouth, he indulged in unrestrained and heartfelt laughter, though in that silent and peculiar manner which danger had so long taught him to practise.\n\nRepeating the words, <|Q|>\u201cFellows who are dodging about the water!\u201d<|Q|> he added, \u201cso much for schooling and passing a boyhood in the settlements! The knave has long legs, though, and shall not be trusted. Do you keep him under your rifle while I creep in behind, through the bush, and take him alive. Fire on no account.\u201d\n\nHeyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_40": "Heyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIf I see you in danger, may I not risk a shot?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHawkeye regarded him a moment, like one who knew not how to take the question; then, nodding his head, he answered, still laughing, though inaudibly:", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_39": "The scout turned to Heyward, and regarded him a moment with unconcealed amazement. Then opening wide his mouth, he indulged in unrestrained and heartfelt laughter, though in that silent and peculiar manner which danger had so long taught him to practise.\n\nRepeating the words, \u201cFellows who are dodging about the water!\u201d he added, <|Q|>\u201cso much for schooling and passing a boyhood in the settlements! The knave has long legs, though, and shall not be trusted. Do you keep him under your rifle while I creep in behind, through the bush, and take him alive. Fire on no account.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHeyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_8": "\u201cSee!\u201d said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him, \u201cthe dark-hair has gone toward the forest.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHound never ran on a more beautiful scent,\u201d<|Q|> responded the scout, dashing forward, at once, on the indicated route; \u201cwe are favored, greatly favored, and can follow with high noses. Ay, here are both your waddling beasts: this Huron travels like a white general. The fellow is stricken with a judgment, and is mad! Look sharp for wheels, Sagamore,\u201d he continued, looking back, and laughing in his newly awakened satisfaction; \u201cwe shall soon have the fool journeying in a coach, and that with three of the best pair of eyes on the borders in his rear.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_42": "In the next moment he was concealed by the leaves. Duncan waited several minutes in feverish impatience, before he caught another glimpse of the scout. Then he reappeared, creeping along the earth, from which his dress was hardly distinguishable, directly in the rear of his intended captive. Having reached within a few yards of the latter, he arose to his feet, silently and slowly. At that instant, several loud blows were struck on the water, and Duncan turned his eyes just in time to perceive that a hundred dark forms were plunging, in a body, into the troubled little sheet. Grasping his rifle his looks were again bent on the Indian near him. Instead of taking the alarm, the unconscious savage stretched forward his neck, as if he also watched the movements about the gloomy lake, with a sort of silly curiosity. In the meantime, the uplifted hand of Hawkeye was above him. But, without any apparent reason, it was withdrawn, and its owner indulged in another long, though still silent, fit of merriment. When the peculiar and hearty laughter of Hawkeye was ended, instead of grasping his victim by the throat, he tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and exclaimed aloud:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow now, friend! have you a mind to teach the beavers to sing?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cEven so,\u201d was the ready answer. \u201cIt would seem that the Being that gave them power to improve His gifts so well, would not deny them voices to proclaim His praise.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_10": "\u201cthe dark-hair has gone toward the forest.\u201d\n\n\u201cHound never ran on a more beautiful scent,\u201d responded the scout, dashing forward, at once, on the indicated route; \u201cwe are favored, greatly favored, and can follow with high noses. Ay, here are both your waddling beasts: this Huron travels like a white general. The fellow is stricken with a judgment, and is mad! Look sharp for wheels, Sagamore,\u201d he continued, looking back, and laughing in his newly awakened satisfaction; <|Q|>\u201cwe shall soon have the fool journeying in a coach, and that with three of the best pair of eyes on the borders in his rear.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe spirits of the scout, and the astonishing success of the chase, in which a circuitous distance of more than forty miles had been passed, did not fail to impart a portion of hope to the whole party. Their advance was rapid; and made with as much confidence as a traveler would proceed along a wide highway. If a rock, or a rivulet, or a bit of earth harder than common, severed the links of the clew they followed, the true eye of the scout recovered them at a distance, and seldom rendered the delay of a single moment necessary. Their progress was much facilitated by the certainty that Magua had found it necessary to journey through the valleys; a circumstance which rendered the general direction of the route sure. Nor had the Huron entirely neglected the arts uniformly practised by the natives when retiring in front of an enemy. False trails and sudden turnings were frequent, wherever a brook or the formation of the ground rendered them feasible; but his pursuers were rarely deceived, and never failed to detect their error, before they had lost either time or distance on the deceptive track.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_2": "Half an hour later the train stopped at Moorlock. Alexander sprang to the platform and hurried up the siding, waving to Philip Horton, one of his assistants, who was anxiously looking up at the windows of the coaches. Bartley took his arm and they went together into the station buffet.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ll have my coffee first, Philip. Have you had yours? And now, what seems to be the matter up here?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe young man, in a hurried, nervous way, began his explanation.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_12": "\u201cWhat should this prove?\u201d said Duncan, turning pale, and glancing his eyes around him, as if he feared the brush and leaves were about to give up some horrid secret.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat our march is come to a quick end, and that we are in an enemy\u2019s country,\u201d<|Q|> returned the scout. \u201cHad the knave been pressed, and the gentle ones wanted horses to keep up with the party, he might have taken their scalps; but without an enemy at his heels, and with such rugged beasts as these, he would not hurt a hair of their heads. I know your thoughts, and shame be it to our color that you have reason for them; but he who thinks that even a Mingo would ill-treat a woman, unless it be to tomahawk her, knows nothing of Indian natur\u2019, or the laws of the woods. No, no; I have heard that the French Indians had come into these hills to hunt the moose, and we are getting within scent of their camp. Why should they not? The morning and evening guns of Ty may be heard any day among these mountains; for the Frenchers are running a new line atween the provinces of the king and the Canadas. It is true that the horses are here, but the Hurons are gone; let us, then, hunt for the path by which they parted.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_16_meade_64kb_24": "Just after midnight she rose with a sigh to prepare for bed. She looked round the room. There was no sign of Annie Colchester.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow stupid of me to have forgotten about her,\u201d<|Q|> she thought with compunction. \u201cShe ought to have been in bed and to have taken her cocoa an hour ago. Oh! now I remember; she got a letter which upset her very much and went out. Dear, dear! where can she be?\u201d\n\nLeslie went to the window and flung it open; she put her head out, and tried to peer into the darkness; but the moon had already set, and she could not see more than a couple of yards in front of her. She ventured to call Annie\u2019s name softly; there was no reply. She shut the window.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_4": "But Alexander cut him short. \u201cWhen did you stop work?\u201d he asked sharply.\n\nThe young engineer looked confused. <|Q|>\u201cI haven\u2019t stopped work yet, Mr. Alexander. I didn\u2019t feel that I could go so far without definite authorization from you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThen why didn\u2019t you say in your telegram exactly what you thought, and ask for your authorization? You\u2019d have got it quick enough.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_6": "\u201cThen why didn\u2019t you say in your telegram exactly what you thought, and ask for your authorization? You\u2019d have got it quick enough.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, really, Mr. Alexander, I couldn\u2019t be absolutely sure, you know, and I didn\u2019t like to take the responsibility of making it public.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander pushed back his chair and rose. \u201cAnything I do can be made public, Phil. You say that you believe the lower chords are showing strain, and that even the workmen have been talking about it, and yet you\u2019ve gone on adding weight.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_13": "'I call it a beastly nuisance!' I said. 'Ever since -- since I last saw you, it's been following me about everywhere in a -- in a very annoying manner!'\n\nWill it be believed that the unfeeling brute only chuckled at this? 'I don't know anything about it,' he said, <|Q|>'but all I can say is that it serves you jolly well right, and I hope it will go on annoying you.'<|Q|>\n\n'This is ungenerous,' I said, determined to appeal to any better feelings he might have; 'we did not part on -- on the best of terms perhaps -- -- '", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_8": "Alexander pushed back his chair and rose. \u201cAnything I do can be made public, Phil. You say that you believe the lower chords are showing strain, and that even the workmen have been talking about it, and yet you\u2019ve gone on adding weight.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Mr. Alexander, but I had counted on your getting here yesterday. My first telegram missed you somehow. I sent one Sunday evening, to the same address, but it was returned to me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHave you a carriage out there? I must stop to send a wire.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_15": "'This is ungenerous,' I said, determined to appeal to any better feelings he might have; 'we did not part on -- on the best of terms perhaps -- -- '\n\n<|Q|>'Considering that you kicked me over a precipice when I wasn't looking,'<|Q|> he retorted brutally, 'we may take that as admitted.'\n\n'But, at all events,' I argued, 'it is ridiculous to cherish an old grudge all this time; you must see the absurdity of it yourself.'", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_9": "\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Mr. Alexander, but I had counted on your getting here yesterday. My first telegram missed you somehow. I sent one Sunday evening, to the same address, but it was returned to me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHave you a carriage out there? I must stop to send a wire.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander went up to the telegraph-desk and penciled the following message to his wife: \u2014 ", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_11": "Alexander grew impatient. \u201cThat\u2019s all true, Phil, but we never were justified in assuming that a scale that was perfectly safe for an ordinary bridge would work with anything of such length. It\u2019s all very well on paper, but it remains to be seen whether it can be done in practice. I should have thrown up the job when they crowded me. It\u2019s all nonsense to try to do what other engineers are doing when you know they\u2019re not sound.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut just now, when there is such competition,\u201d<|Q|> the younger man demurred. \u201cAnd certainly that\u2019s the new line of development.\u201d\n\nAlexander shrugged his shoulders and made no reply.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_22": "It was fortunate they did so. For the quick and active Uncas soon found the impression of a foot on a bunch of moss, where it would seem an Indian had inadvertently trodden. Pursuing the direction given by this discovery, he entered the neighboring thicket, and struck the trail, as fresh and obvious as it had been before they reached the spring. Another shout announced the good fortune of the youth to his companions, and at once terminated the search.\n\n\u201cAy, it has been planned with Indian judgment,\u201d said the scout, when the party was assembled around the place, <|Q|>\u201cand would have blinded white eyes.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cShall we proceed?\u201d demanded Heyward.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_16": "At noon Philip Horton made his way through the crowd with a tray and a tin coffee-pot from the camp kitchen. When he reached the carriage he found Mrs. Alexander just as he had left her in the early morning, leaning forward a little, with her hand on the lowered window, looking at the river. Hour after hour she had been watching the water, the lonely, useless stone towers, and the convulsed mass of iron wreckage over which the angry river continually spat up its yellow foam.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThose poor women out there, do they blame him very much?\u201d<|Q|> she asked, as she handed the coffee-cup back to Horton.\n\n\u201cNobody blames him, Mrs. Alexander. If any one is to blame, I\u2019m afraid it\u2019s I. I should have stopped work before he came. He said so as soon as I met him. I tried to get him here a day earlier, but my telegram missed him, somehow. He didn\u2019t have time really to explain to me. If he\u2019d got here Monday, he\u2019d have had all the men off at once. But, you see, Mrs. Alexander, such a thing never happened before. According to all human calculations, it simply couldn\u2019t happen.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_13": "Alexander shrugged his shoulders and made no reply.\n\nWhen they reached the bridge works, Alexander began his examination immediately. An hour later he sent for the superintendent. <|Q|>\u201cI think you had better stop work out there at once, Dan. I should say that the lower chord here might buckle at any moment. I told the Commission that we were using higher unit stresses than any practice has established, and we\u2019ve put the dead load at a low estimate. Theoretically it worked out well enough, but it had never actually been tried.\u201d<|Q|> Alexander put on his overcoat and took the superintendent by the arm. \u201cDon\u2019t look so chopfallen, Dan. It\u2019s a jolt, but we\u2019ve got to face it. It isn\u2019t the end of the world, you know. Now we\u2019ll go out and call the men off quietly. They\u2019re already nervous, Horton tells me, and there\u2019s no use alarming them. I\u2019ll go with you, and we\u2019ll send the end riveters in first.\u201d\n\nAlexander and the superintendent picked their way out slowly over the long span. They went deliberately, stopping to see what each gang was doing, as if they were on an ordinary round of inspection. When they reached the end of the river span, Alexander nodded to the superintendent, who quietly gave an order to the foreman. The men in the end gang picked up their tools and, glancing curiously at each other, started back across the bridge toward the river-bank. Alexander himself remained standing where they had been working, looking about him. It was hard to believe, as he looked back over it, that the whole great span was incurably disabled, was already as good as condemned, because something was out of line in the lower chord of the cantilever arm.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_18": "Horton leaned wearily against the front wheel of the cab. He had not had his clothes off for thirty hours, and the stimulus of violent excitement was beginning to wear off.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t be afraid to tell me the worst, Mr. Horton. Don\u2019t leave me to the dread of finding out things that people may be saying. If he is blamed, if he needs any one to speak for him,\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 for the first time her voice broke and a flush of life, tearful, painful, and confused, swept over her rigid pallor, \u2014 \u201cif he needs any one, tell me, show me what to do.\u201d She began to sob, and Horton hurried away.\n\nWhen he came back at four o\u2019clock in the afternoon he was carrying his hat in his hand, and Winifred knew as soon as she saw him that they had found Bartley. She opened the carriage door before he reached her and stepped to the ground.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_14": "When they reached the bridge works, Alexander began his examination immediately. An hour later he sent for the superintendent. \u201cI think you had better stop work out there at once, Dan. I should say that the lower chord here might buckle at any moment. I told the Commission that we were using higher unit stresses than any practice has established, and we\u2019ve put the dead load at a low estimate. Theoretically it worked out well enough, but it had never actually been tried.\u201d Alexander put on his overcoat and took the superintendent by the arm. <|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t look so chopfallen, Dan. It\u2019s a jolt, but we\u2019ve got to face it. It isn\u2019t the end of the world, you know. Now we\u2019ll go out and call the men off quietly. They\u2019re already nervous, Horton tells me, and there\u2019s no use alarming them. I\u2019ll go with you, and we\u2019ll send the end riveters in first.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander and the superintendent picked their way out slowly over the long span. They went deliberately, stopping to see what each gang was doing, as if they were on an ordinary round of inspection. When they reached the end of the river span, Alexander nodded to the superintendent, who quietly gave an order to the foreman. The men in the end gang picked up their tools and, glancing curiously at each other, started back across the bridge toward the river-bank. Alexander himself remained standing where they had been working, looking about him. It was hard to believe, as he looked back over it, that the whole great span was incurably disabled, was already as good as condemned, because something was out of line in the lower chord of the cantilever arm.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_15": "The work of recovering the dead went on all day and all the following night. By the next morning forty-eight bodies had been taken out of the river, but there were still twenty missing. Many of the men had fallen with the bridge and were held down under the debris. Early on the morning of the second day a closed carriage was driven slowly along the river-bank and stopped a little below the works, where the river boiled and churned about the great iron carcass which lay in a straight line two thirds across it. The carriage stood there hour after hour, and word soon spread among the crowds on the shore that its occupant was the wife of the Chief Engineer; his body had not yet been found. The widows of the lost workmen, moving up and down the bank with shawls over their heads, some of them carrying babies, looked at the rusty hired hack many times that morning. They drew near it and walked about it, but none of them ventured to peer within. Even half-indifferent sightseers dropped their voices as they told a newcomer: <|Q|>\u201cYou see that carriage over there? That\u2019s Mrs. Alexander. They haven\u2019t found him yet. She got off the train this morning. Horton met her. She heard it in Boston yesterday \u2014 heard the newsboys crying it in the street.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAt noon Philip Horton made his way through the crowd with a tray and a tin coffee-pot from the camp kitchen. When he reached the carriage he found Mrs. Alexander just as he had left her in the early morning, leaning forward a little, with her hand on the lowered window, looking at the river. Hour after hour she had been watching the water, the lonely, useless stone towers, and the convulsed mass of iron wreckage over which the angry river continually spat up its yellow foam.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_20": "When he came back at four o\u2019clock in the afternoon he was carrying his hat in his hand, and Winifred knew as soon as she saw him that they had found Bartley. She opened the carriage door before he reached her and stepped to the ground.\n\nHorton put out his hand as if to hold her back and spoke pleadingly: <|Q|>\u201cWon\u2019t you drive up to my house, Mrs. Alexander? They will take him up there.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTake me to him now, please. I shall not make any trouble.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_19": "Horton leaned wearily against the front wheel of the cab. He had not had his clothes off for thirty hours, and the stimulus of violent excitement was beginning to wear off.\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t be afraid to tell me the worst, Mr. Horton. Don\u2019t leave me to the dread of finding out things that people may be saying. If he is blamed, if he needs any one to speak for him,\u201d \u2014 for the first time her voice broke and a flush of life, tearful, painful, and confused, swept over her rigid pallor, \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cif he needs any one, tell me, show me what to do.\u201d<|Q|> She began to sob, and Horton hurried away.\n\nWhen he came back at four o\u2019clock in the afternoon he was carrying his hat in his hand, and Winifred knew as soon as she saw him that they had found Bartley. She opened the carriage door before he reached her and stepped to the ground.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_21": "Horton put out his hand as if to hold her back and spoke pleadingly: \u201cWon\u2019t you drive up to my house, Mrs. Alexander? They will take him up there.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTake me to him now, please. I shall not make any trouble.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe group of men down under the riverbank fell back when they saw a woman coming, and one of them threw a tarpaulin over the stretcher. They took off their hats and caps as Winifred approached, and although she had pulled her veil down over her face they did not look up at her. She was taller than Horton, and some of the men thought she was the tallest woman they had ever seen. \u201cAs tall as himself,\u201d some one whispered. Horton motioned to the men, and six of them lifted the stretcher and began to carry it up the embankment. Winifred followed them the half-mile to Horton\u2019s house. She walked quietly, without once breaking or stumbling. When the bearers put the stretcher down in Horton\u2019s spare bedroom, she thanked them and gave her hand to each in turn. The men went out of the house and through the yard with their caps in their hands. They were too much confused to say anything as they went down the hill.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_0": "On inquiry I found that this was owing to Barnjum's ghost getting out upon the roof almost every night after dark, and playing the fool among the chimney-pots, causing me, as its apparent owner, to be indicted five times for committing a common nuisance by obstructing the thoroughfare, and once for collecting an unlawful assembly: I spent all my spare cash in fines.\n\nI believe there were portraits of us both in the <|Q|>'Illustrated Police News,'<|Q|> but the distinction implied in this was more than outweighed by the fact that Barnjum's wraith was slowly but surely undermining both my fortune and my reputation.\n\nIt followed me one day to one of the underground railway stations, and would get into a compartment with me, which led to a lawsuit that made a nine days' sensation in the legal world. I need only mention the celebrated case of 'The Metropolitan District Railway v. Bunting,' in which the important principle was once for all laid down that a railway company by the terms of its contract is entitled to refuse to carry ghosts, spectres, or any other supernatural baggage, and can moreover exact a heavy penalty from passengers who infringe its bye-laws in this respect.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_23": "\u201d some one whispered. Horton motioned to the men, and six of them lifted the stretcher and began to carry it up the embankment. Winifred followed them the half-mile to Horton\u2019s house. She walked quietly, without once breaking or stumbling. When the bearers put the stretcher down in Horton\u2019s spare bedroom, she thanked them and gave her hand to each in turn. The men went out of the house and through the yard with their caps in their hands. They were too much confused to say anything as they went down the hill.\n\nHorton himself was almost as deeply perplexed. \u201cMamie,\u201d he said to his wife, when he came out of the spare room half an hour later, <|Q|>\u201cwill you take Mrs. Alexander the things she needs? She is going to do everything herself. Just stay about where you can hear her and go in if she wants you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nEverything happened as Alexander had foreseen in that moment of prescience under the river. With her own hands she washed him clean of every mark of disaster. All night he was alone with her in the still house, his great head lying deep in the pillow. In the pocket of his coat Winifred found the letter that he had written her the night before he left New York, water-soaked and illegible, but because of its length, she knew it had been meant for her.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_22": "\u201cTake me to him now, please. I shall not make any trouble.\u201d\n\nThe group of men down under the riverbank fell back when they saw a woman coming, and one of them threw a tarpaulin over the stretcher. They took off their hats and caps as Winifred approached, and although she had pulled her veil down over her face they did not look up at her. She was taller than Horton, and some of the men thought she was the tallest woman they had ever seen. <|Q|>\u201cAs tall as himself,\u201d<|Q|> some one whispered. Horton motioned to the men, and six of them lifted the stretcher and began to carry it up the embankment. Winifred followed them the half-mile to Horton\u2019s house. She walked quietly, without once breaking or stumbling. When the bearers put the stretcher down in Horton\u2019s spare bedroom, she thanked them and gave her hand to each in turn. The men went out of the house and through the yard with their caps in their hands. They were too much confused to say anything as they went down the hill.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_2": "There was no firearm of any description in the house, but I was too excited for perfect accuracy.\n\n<|Q|>'Blow your brains out by all means!'<|Q|> said the solid figure; 'I don't know what all this nonsense you're talking is about. I'm not a ghost that I'm aware of; I'm alive (no thanks to you); and, to come back to the point -- scoundrel!'\n\n'Barnjum -- and alive!' I cried, almost with relief. 'If that is so,' I added, feeling that I had been imposed upon in a very unworthy and ungentlemanly manner, 'will you have the goodness to tell me what right you have to this ridiculous apparition here?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_3": "There was no firearm of any description in the house, but I was too excited for perfect accuracy.\n\n'Blow your brains out by all means!' said the solid figure; <|Q|>'I don't know what all this nonsense you're<|Q|> talking is about. I'm not a ghost that I'm aware of; I'm alive (no thanks to you); and, to come back to the point -- scoundrel!'\n\n'Barnjum -- and alive!' I cried, almost with relief. 'If that is so,' I added, feeling that I had been imposed upon in a very unworthy and ungentlemanly manner, 'will you have the goodness to tell me what right you have to this ridiculous apparition here?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_4": "There was no firearm of any description in the house, but I was too excited for perfect accuracy.\n\n'Blow your brains out by all means!' said the solid figure; 'I don't know what all this nonsense you're talking is about. I<|Q|>'m not a ghost that I'<|Q|>m aware of; I'm alive (no thanks to you); and, to come back to the point -- scoundrel!'\n\n'Barnjum -- and alive!' I cried, almost with relief. 'If that is so,' I added, feeling that I had been imposed upon in a very unworthy and ungentlemanly manner, 'will you have the goodness to tell me what right you have to this ridiculous apparition here?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_5": "There was no firearm of any description in the house, but I was too excited for perfect accuracy.\n\n'Blow your brains out by all means!' said the solid figure; 'I don't know what all this nonsense you're talking is about. I'm not a ghost that I'm aware of; I<|Q|>'m alive (no thanks to you); and, to come back to the point -- scoundrel!'<|Q|>\n\n'Barnjum -- and alive!' I cried, almost with relief. 'If that is so,' I added, feeling that I had been imposed upon in a very unworthy and ungentlemanly manner, 'will you have the goodness to tell me what right you have to this ridiculous apparition here?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_6": "'Blow your brains out by all means!' said the solid figure; 'I don't know what all this nonsense you're talking is about. I'm not a ghost that I'm aware of; I'm alive (no thanks to you); and, to come back to the point -- scoundrel!'\n\n<|Q|>'Barnjum -- and alive!'<|Q|> I cried, almost with relief. 'If that is so,' I added, feeling that I had been imposed upon in a very unworthy and ungentlemanly manner, 'will you have the goodness to tell me what right you have to this ridiculous apparition here?'\n\nHe did not seem to have noticed it particularly till then. 'Hullo!' he said, looking at it with some curiosity, 'what d'ye call that thing?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_7": "'Blow your brains out by all means!' said the solid figure; 'I don't know what all this nonsense you're talking is about. I'm not a ghost that I'm aware of; I'm alive (no thanks to you); and, to come back to the point -- scoundrel!'\n\n'Barnjum -- and alive!' I cried, almost with relief. <|Q|>'If that is so,'<|Q|> I added, feeling that I had been imposed upon in a very unworthy and ungentlemanly manner, 'will you have the goodness to tell me what right you have to this ridiculous apparition here?'\n\nHe did not seem to have noticed it particularly till then. 'Hullo!' he said, looking at it with some curiosity, 'what d'ye call that thing?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_8": "'Blow your brains out by all means!' said the solid figure; 'I don't know what all this nonsense you're talking is about. I'm not a ghost that I'm aware of; I'm alive (no thanks to you); and, to come back to the point -- scoundrel!'\n\n'Barnjum -- and alive!' I cried, almost with relief. 'If that is so,' I added, feeling that I had been imposed upon in a very unworthy and ungentlemanly manner, <|Q|>'will you have the goodness to tell me what right you have to this ridiculous apparition here?'<|Q|>\n\nHe did not seem to have noticed it particularly till then. 'Hullo!' he said, looking at it with some curiosity, 'what d'ye call that thing?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_9": "'Barnjum -- and alive!' I cried, almost with relief. 'If that is so,' I added, feeling that I had been imposed upon in a very unworthy and ungentlemanly manner, 'will you have the goodness to tell me what right you have to this ridiculous apparition here?'\n\nHe did not seem to have noticed it particularly till then. 'Hullo!' he said, looking at it with some curiosity, <|Q|>'what d'ye call that thing?'<|Q|>\n\n'I call it a beastly nuisance!' I said. 'Ever since -- since I last saw you, it's been following me about everywhere in a -- in a very annoying manner!'", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_13": "From the total inability of the scout to address the Hurons in their own language, he was compelled to trust the conversation entirely to David. Notwithstanding the simplicity of the latter, he did ample justice to the instructions he had received, more than fulfilling the strongest hopes of his teacher.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe Delawares are women!\u201d<|Q|> he exclaimed, addressing himself to the savage who had a slight understanding of the language in which he spoke; \u201cthe Yengeese, my foolish countrymen, have told them to take up the tomahawk, and strike their fathers in the Canadas, and they have forgotten their sex. Does my brother wish to hear \u2018Le Cerf Agile\u2019 ask for his petticoats, and see him weep before the Hurons, at the stake?\u201d\n\nThe exclamation \u201cHugh!\u201d delivered in a strong tone of assent, announced the gratification the savage would receive in witnessing such an exhibition of weakness in an enemy so long hated and so much feared.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_11": "He did not seem to have noticed it particularly till then. 'Hullo!' he said, looking at it with some curiosity, 'what d'ye call that thing?'\n\n'I call it a beastly nuisance!' I said. <|Q|>'Ever since -- since I last saw you, it's been following me about everywhere in a -- in a very annoying manner!'<|Q|>\n\nWill it be believed that the unfeeling brute only chuckled at this? 'I don't know anything about it,' he said, 'but all I can say is that it serves you jolly well right, and I hope it will go on annoying you.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_12": "'I call it a beastly nuisance!' I said. 'Ever since -- since I last saw you, it's been following me about everywhere in a -- in a very annoying manner!'\n\nWill it be believed that the unfeeling brute only chuckled at this? <|Q|>'I don't know anything about it,'<|Q|> he said, 'but all I can say is that it serves you jolly well right, and I hope it will go on annoying you.'\n\n'This is ungenerous,' I said, determined to appeal to any better feelings he might have; 'we did not part on -- on the best of terms perhaps -- -- '", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_5": "The young engineer looked confused. \u201cI haven\u2019t stopped work yet, Mr. Alexander. I didn\u2019t feel that I could go so far without definite authorization from you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThen why didn\u2019t you say in your telegram exactly what you thought, and ask for your authorization? You\u2019d have got it quick enough.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, really, Mr. Alexander, I couldn\u2019t be absolutely sure, you know, and I didn\u2019t like to take the responsibility of making it public.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_17": "The Huron explained the meaning of David to his fellows, who, in their turn, listened to the project with that sort of satisfaction that their untamed spirits might be expected to find in such a refinement in cruelty. They drew back a little from the entrance and motioned to the supposed conjurer to enter. But the bear, instead of obeying, maintained the seat it had taken, and growled:\n\n\u201cThe cunning man is afraid that his breath will blow upon his brothers, and take away their courage too,\u201d continued David, improving the hint he received; <|Q|>\u201cthey must stand further off.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe Hurons, who would have deemed such a misfortune the heaviest calamity that could befall them, fell back in a body, taking a position where they were out of earshot, though at the same time they could command a view of the entrance to the lodge. Then, as if satisfied of their safety, the scout left his position, and slowly entered the place. It was silent and gloomy, being tenanted solely by the captive, and lighted by the dying embers of a fire, which had been used for the purposed of cookery.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_7": "\u201cWell, really, Mr. Alexander, I couldn\u2019t be absolutely sure, you know, and I didn\u2019t like to take the responsibility of making it public.\u201d\n\nAlexander pushed back his chair and rose. <|Q|>\u201cAnything I do can be made public, Phil. You say that you believe the lower chords are showing strain, and that even the workmen have been talking about it, and yet you\u2019ve gone on adding weight.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Mr. Alexander, but I had counted on your getting here yesterday. My first telegram missed you somehow. I sent one Sunday evening, to the same address, but it was returned to me.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_16": "The Huron explained the meaning of David to his fellows, who, in their turn, listened to the project with that sort of satisfaction that their untamed spirits might be expected to find in such a refinement in cruelty. They drew back a little from the entrance and motioned to the supposed conjurer to enter. But the bear, instead of obeying, maintained the seat it had taken, and growled:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe cunning man is afraid that his breath will blow upon his brothers, and take away their courage too,\u201d<|Q|> continued David, improving the hint he received; \u201cthey must stand further off.\u201d\n\nThe Hurons, who would have deemed such a misfortune the heaviest calamity that could befall them, fell back in a body, taking a position where they were out of earshot, though at the same time they could command a view of the entrance to the lodge. Then, as if satisfied of their safety, the scout left his position, and slowly entered the place. It was silent and gloomy, being tenanted solely by the captive, and lighted by the dying embers of a fire, which had been used for the purposed of cookery.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_21": "\u201cTo the Tortoises; they are the children of my grandfathers.\u201d\n\n\u201cAy, lad,\u201d said the scout in English \u2014 a language he was apt to use when a little abstracted in mind; <|Q|>\u201cthe same blood runs in your veins, I believe; but time and distance has a little changed its color. What shall we do with the Mingoes at the door? They count six, and this singer is as good as nothing.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThe Hurons are boasters,\u201d said Uncas, scornfully; \u201ctheir \u2018totem\u2019 is a moose, and they run like snails. The Delawares are children of the tortoise, and they outstrip the deer.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_18": "'But, at all events,' I argued, 'it is ridiculous to cherish an old grudge all this time; you must see the absurdity of it yourself.'\n\n<|Q|>'No, I don't,'<|Q|> he said.\n\nI determined to make a last effort to move him. 'It is Christmas Eve, Barnjum,' I said earnestly, 'Christmas Eve. Think of it. At this hour, thousands of throbbing human hearts are speeding the cheap but genial Christmas card to such of their relations as they consider at all likely to respond with a turkey. The costermonger, imaginative for the nonce, is investing damaged evergreens with a purely fictitious value, and the cheery publican is sending the member of his village goose-club back to his cottage home, rich in the possession of a shot-distended bird and a bottle of poisonous port. Hear my appeal. If I was hasty with you, I have been punished. That detestable thing on the hearthrug there has dogged my path to misery and ruin; you cannot be without some responsibility for its conduct. I ask you now, as a man -- nay, as an individual -- to call it off. You can do it well enough if you only choose; you know you can.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_19": "'No, I don't,' he said.\n\nI determined to make a last effort to move him. <|Q|>'It is Christmas Eve, Barnjum,'<|Q|> I said earnestly, 'Christmas Eve. Think of it. At this hour, thousands of throbbing human hearts are speeding the cheap but genial Christmas card to such of their relations as they consider at all likely to respond with a turkey. The costermonger, imaginative for the nonce, is investing damaged evergreens with a purely fictitious value, and the cheery publican is sending the member of his village goose-club back to his cottage home, rich in the possession of a shot-distended bird and a bottle of poisonous port. Hear my appeal. If I was hasty with you, I have been punished. That detestable thing on the hearthrug there has dogged my path to misery and ruin; you cannot be without some responsibility for its conduct. I ask you now, as a man -- nay, as an individual -- to call it off. You can do it well enough if you only choose; you know you can.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_21": "But Barnjum wouldn't; he only looked at his own wraith with a grim satisfaction as it capered in an imbecile fashion upon the rug.\n\n'Do,' I implored him; <|Q|>'I would do it for you, Barnjum. I've had it about me for six months, and I am so sick of it.'<|Q|>\n\nStill he hesitated. Some waits outside were playing one of those pathetic American melodies -- I forget now whether it was 'Silver Threads among the Gold,' or 'In the Sweet By-and-By' -- but, at all events, they struck some sympathetic chord in Barnjum's rough bosom, for his face began to twitch, and presently he burst unexpectedly into tears.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_22": "'Do,' I implored him; 'I would do it for you, Barnjum. I've had it about me for six months, and I am so sick of it.'\n\nStill he hesitated. Some waits outside were playing one of those pathetic American melodies -- I forget now whether it was <|Q|>'Silver Threads among the Gold,'<|Q|> or 'In the Sweet By-and-By' -- but, at all events, they struck some sympathetic chord in Barnjum's rough bosom, for his face began to twitch, and presently he burst unexpectedly into tears.\n\n'You don't deserve it,' he said between his sobs, 'but be it so'; then, turning to the ghost, he added: Here, you, what's your name? avaunt! D'ye hear, hook it!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_23": "'Do,' I implored him; 'I would do it for you, Barnjum. I've had it about me for six months, and I am so sick of it.'\n\nStill he hesitated. Some waits outside were playing one of those pathetic American melodies -- I forget now whether it was 'Silver Threads among the Gold,' or <|Q|>'In the Sweet By-and-By'<|Q|> -- but, at all events, they struck some sympathetic chord in Barnjum's rough bosom, for his face began to twitch, and presently he burst unexpectedly into tears.\n\n'You don't deserve it,' he said between his sobs, 'but be it so'; then, turning to the ghost, he added: Here, you, what's your name? avaunt! D'ye hear, hook it!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_24": "Still he hesitated. Some waits outside were playing one of those pathetic American melodies -- I forget now whether it was 'Silver Threads among the Gold,' or 'In the Sweet By-and-By' -- but, at all events, they struck some sympathetic chord in Barnjum's rough bosom, for his face began to twitch, and presently he burst unexpectedly into tears.\n\n<|Q|>'You don't deserve it,'<|Q|> he said between his sobs, 'but be it so'; then, turning to the ghost, he added: Here, you, what's your name? avaunt! D'ye hear, hook it!'\n\nIt wavered for an instant, and then, to my joy, it suddenly 'gave' all over, and, shrivelling up into a sort of cobweb, was drawn by the draught into the fireplace, and carried up the chimney, and I never saw it again.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_25": "Barnjum's escape was very simple; he had fallen upon one of the herring-boats in the lake, and the heap of freshly-caught fish lying on the deck had merely broken his fall instead of his neck. As soon as he had recovered from the effects, he was called away from this country upon urgent business, and found himself unable to return for months.\n\nBut to this day the appearance of the wraith is a mystery to me. If Barnjum had been the kind of man to be an <|Q|>'esoteric Buddhist,'<|Q|> it might be accounted for as an 'astral shape'; but esoteric Buddhism requires an exemplary character and years of abstract meditation -- both of which conditions were far beyond Barnjum's attainment.\n\nThe shape may have been one of those subtle emanations which we are told some people are constantly shedding, like the coats of an onion, and which certain conditions of the atmosphere, and the extreme activity of Barnjum's mind under sudden excitement, possibly contributed to materialise in this particular instance.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_0": "The ingenious Hawkeye, who recalled the hasty manner in which the other had abandoned his post at the bedside of the sick woman, was not without his suspicions concerning the subject of so much solemn deliberation. First making the circuit of the hut, and ascertaining that it stood quite alone, and that the character of its inmate was likely to protect it from visitors, he ventured through its low door, into the very presence of Gamut. The position of the latter brought the fire between them; and when Hawkeye had seated himself on end, near a minute elapsed, during which the two remained regarding each other without speaking. The suddenness and the nature of the surprise had nearly proved too much for \u2014 we will not say the philosophy \u2014 but for the pitch and resolution of David. He fumbled for his pitch-pipe, and arose with a confused intention of attempting a musical exorcism.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDark and mysterious monster!\u201d<|Q|> he exclaimed, while with trembling hands he disposed of his auxiliary eyes, and sought his never-failing resource in trouble, the gifted version of the psalms; \u201cI know not your nature nor intents; but if aught you meditate against the person and rights of one of the humblest servants of the temple, listen to the inspired language of the youth of Israel, and repent.\u201d\n\nThe bear shook his shaggy sides, and then a well-known voice replied:", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_29": "\u201cTo fight with his father\u2019s brother, and die with the friend of the Delawares.\u201d\n\n\u201cAy, lad,\u201d returned Hawkeye, squeezing the hand of Uncas between his own iron fingers; <|Q|>\u201c\u2019twould have been more like a Mingo than a Mohican had you left me. But I thought I would make the offer, seeing that youth commonly loves life. Well, what can\u2019t be done by main courage, in war, must be done by circumvention. Put on the skin; I doubt not you can play the bear nearly as well as myself.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWhatever might have been the private opinion of Uncas of their respective abilities in this particular, his grave countenance manifested no opinion of his superiority. He silently and expeditiously encased himself in the covering of the beast, and then awaited such other movements as his more aged companion saw fit to dictate.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_2": "The bear shook his shaggy sides, and then a well-known voice replied:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPut up the tooting we\u2019pon, and teach your throat modesty. Five words of plain and comprehendible English are worth just now an hour of squalling.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat art thou?\u201d demanded David, utterly disqualified to pursue his original intention, and nearly gasping for breath.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_3": "\u201cWhat art thou?\u201d demanded David, utterly disqualified to pursue his original intention, and nearly gasping for breath.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cA man like yourself; and one whose blood is as little tainted by the cross of a bear, or an Indian, as your own. Have you so soon forgotten from whom you received the foolish instrument you hold in your hand?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCan these things be?\u201d returned David, breathing more freely, as the truth began to dawn upon him. \u201cI have found many marvels during my sojourn with the heathen, but surely nothing to excel this.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_30": "Whatever might have been the private opinion of Uncas of their respective abilities in this particular, his grave countenance manifested no opinion of his superiority. He silently and expeditiously encased himself in the covering of the beast, and then awaited such other movements as his more aged companion saw fit to dictate.\n\n\u201cNow, friend,\u201d said Hawkeye, addressing David, <|Q|>\u201can exchange of garments will be a great convenience to you, inasmuch as you are but little accustomed to the make-shifts of the wilderness. Here, take my hunting shirt and cap, and give me your blanket and hat. You must trust me with the book and spectacles, as well as the tooter, too; if we ever meet again, in better times, you shall have all back again, with many thanks into the bargain.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nDavid parted with the several articles named with a readiness that would have done great credit to his liberality, had he not certainly profited, in many particulars, by the exchange. Hawkeye was not long in assuming his borrowed garments; and when his restless eyes were hid behind the glasses, and his head was surmounted by the triangular beaver, as their statures were not dissimilar, he might readily have passed for the singer, by starlight. As soon as these dispositions were made, the scout turned to David, and gave him his parting instructions.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_5": "\u201cA man like yourself; and one whose blood is as little tainted by the cross of a bear, or an Indian, as your own. Have you so soon forgotten from whom you received the foolish instrument you hold in your hand?\u201d\n\n\u201cCan these things be?\u201d returned David, breathing more freely, as the truth began to dawn upon him. <|Q|>\u201cI have found many marvels during my sojourn with the heathen, but surely nothing to excel this.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCome, come,\u201d returned Hawkeye, uncasing his honest countenance, the better to assure the wavering confidence of his companion; \u201cyou may see a skin, which, if it be not as white as one of the gentle ones, has no tinge of red to it that the winds of the heaven and the sun have not bestowed. Now let us to business.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_7": "\u201cCome, come,\u201d returned Hawkeye, uncasing his honest countenance, the better to assure the wavering confidence of his companion; \u201cyou may see a skin, which, if it be not as white as one of the gentle ones, has no tinge of red to it that the winds of the heaven and the sun have not bestowed. Now let us to business.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFirst tell me of the maiden, and of the youth who so bravely sought her,\u201d<|Q|> interrupted David.\n\n\u201cAy, they are happily freed from the tomahawks of these varlets. But can you put me on the scent of Uncas?\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_6": "\u201cCan these things be?\u201d returned David, breathing more freely, as the truth began to dawn upon him. \u201cI have found many marvels during my sojourn with the heathen, but surely nothing to excel this.\u201d\n\n\u201cCome, come,\u201d returned Hawkeye, uncasing his honest countenance, the better to assure the wavering confidence of his companion; <|Q|>\u201cyou may see a skin, which, if it be not as white as one of the gentle ones, has no tinge of red to it that the winds of the heaven and the sun have not bestowed. Now let us to business.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFirst tell me of the maiden, and of the youth who so bravely sought her,\u201d interrupted David.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_35": "\u201cYour chiefest danger will be at the moment when the savages find out that they have been deceived. If you are not then knocked on the head, your being a non-composser will protect you; and you\u2019ll then have a good reason to expect to die in your bed. If you stay, it must be to sit down here in the shadow, and take the part of Uncas, until such times as the cunning of the Indians discover the cheat, when, as I have already said, your times of trial will come. So choose for yourself \u2014 to make a rush or tarry here.\u201d\n\n\u201cEven so,\u201d said David, firmly; <|Q|>\u201cI will abide in the place of the Delaware. Bravely and generously has he battled in my behalf, and this, and more, will I dare in his service.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou have spoken as a man, and like one who, under wiser schooling, would have been brought to better things. Hold your head down, and draw in your legs; their formation might tell the truth too early. Keep silent as long as may be; and it would be wise, when you do speak, to break out suddenly in one of your shoutings, which will serve to remind the Indians that you are not altogether as responsible as men should be. If however, they take your scalp, as I trust and believe they will not, depend on it, Uncas and I will not forget the deed, but revenge it as becomes true warriors and trusty friends.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_38": "The scout hesitated, and appeared to muse.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere is a principle in that,\u201d<|Q|> he said, \u201cdifferent from the law of the woods; and yet it is fair and noble to reflect upon.\u201d Then heaving a heavy sigh, probably among the last he ever drew in pining for a condition he had so long abandoned, he added: \u201cit is what I would wish to practise myself, as one without a cross of blood, though it is not always easy to deal with an Indian as you would with a fellow Christian. God bless you, friend; I do believe your scent is not greatly wrong, when the matter is duly considered, and keeping eternity before the eyes, though much depends on the natural gifts, and the force of temptation.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_9": "\u201cThe young man is in bondage, and much I fear his death is decreed. I greatly mourn that one so well disposed should die in his ignorance, and I have sought a goodly hymn \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCan you lead me to him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThe task will not be difficult,\u201d returned David, hesitating; \u201cthough I greatly fear your presence would rather increase than mitigate his unhappy fortunes.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_11": "\u201cCan you lead me to him?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe task will not be difficult,\u201d returned David, hesitating; <|Q|>\u201cthough I greatly fear your presence would rather increase than mitigate his unhappy fortunes.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo more words, but lead on,\u201d returned Hawkeye, concealing his face again, and setting the example in his own person, by instantly quitting the lodge.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_12": "\u201cThe task will not be difficult,\u201d returned David, hesitating; \u201cthough I greatly fear your presence would rather increase than mitigate his unhappy fortunes.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo more words, but lead on,\u201d<|Q|> returned Hawkeye, concealing his face again, and setting the example in his own person, by instantly quitting the lodge.\n\nAs they proceeded, the scout ascertained that his companion found access to Uncas, under privilege of his imaginary infirmity, aided by the favor he had acquired with one of the guards, who, in consequence of speaking a little English, had been selected by David as the subject of a religious conversion. How far the Huron comprehended the intentions of his new friend may well be doubted; but as exclusive attention is as flattering to a savage as to a more civilized individual, it had produced the effect we have mentioned. It is unnecessary to repeat the shrewd manner with which the scout extracted these particulars from the simple David; neither shall we dwell in this place on the nature of the instruction he delivered, when completely master of all the necessary facts; as the whole will be sufficiently explained to the reader in the course of the narrative.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_10": "He did not seem to have noticed it particularly till then. 'Hullo!' he said, looking at it with some curiosity, 'what d'ye call that thing?'\n\n<|Q|>'I call it a beastly nuisance!'<|Q|> I said. 'Ever since -- since I last saw you, it's been following me about everywhere in a -- in a very annoying manner!'\n\nWill it be believed that the unfeeling brute only chuckled at this? 'I don't know anything about it,' he said, 'but all I can say is that it serves you jolly well right, and I hope it will go on annoying you.'", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_15": "The exclamation \u201cHugh!\u201d delivered in a strong tone of assent, announced the gratification the savage would receive in witnessing such an exhibition of weakness in an enemy so long hated and so much feared.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThen let him step aside, and the cunning man will blow upon the dog. Tell it to my brothers.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe Huron explained the meaning of David to his fellows, who, in their turn, listened to the project with that sort of satisfaction that their untamed spirits might be expected to find in such a refinement in cruelty. They drew back a little from the entrance and motioned to the supposed conjurer to enter. But the bear, instead of obeying, maintained the seat it had taken, and growled:", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_14": "From the total inability of the scout to address the Hurons in their own language, he was compelled to trust the conversation entirely to David. Notwithstanding the simplicity of the latter, he did ample justice to the instructions he had received, more than fulfilling the strongest hopes of his teacher.\n\n\u201cThe Delawares are women!\u201d he exclaimed, addressing himself to the savage who had a slight understanding of the language in which he spoke; <|Q|>\u201cthe Yengeese, my foolish countrymen, have told them to take up the tomahawk, and strike their fathers in the Canadas, and they have forgotten their sex. Does my brother wish to hear \u2018Le Cerf Agile\u2019 ask for his petticoats, and see him weep before the Hurons, at the stake?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe exclamation \u201cHugh!\u201d delivered in a strong tone of assent, announced the gratification the savage would receive in witnessing such an exhibition of weakness in an enemy so long hated and so much feared.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_14": "Will it be believed that the unfeeling brute only chuckled at this? 'I don't know anything about it,' he said, 'but all I can say is that it serves you jolly well right, and I hope it will go on annoying you.'\n\n<|Q|>'This is ungenerous,'<|Q|> I said, determined to appeal to any better feelings he might have; 'we did not part on -- on the best of terms perhaps -- -- '\n\n'Considering that you kicked me over a precipice when I wasn't looking,' he retorted brutally, 'we may take that as admitted.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_17": "'Considering that you kicked me over a precipice when I wasn't looking,' he retorted brutally, 'we may take that as admitted.'\n\n'But, at all events,' I argued, <|Q|>'it is ridiculous to cherish an old grudge all this time; you must see the absurdity of it yourself.'<|Q|>\n\n'No, I don't,' he said.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_09_anstey_64kb_16": "'This is ungenerous,' I said, determined to appeal to any better feelings he might have; 'we did not part on -- on the best of terms perhaps -- -- '\n\n'Considering that you kicked me over a precipice when I wasn't looking,' he retorted brutally, <|Q|>'we may take that as admitted.'<|Q|>\n\n'But, at all events,' I argued, 'it is ridiculous to cherish an old grudge all this time; you must see the absurdity of it yourself.'", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_3": "\u201cJust suppose it is true, that he does ask me, and I say yes! What a stir it would make, and what fun it would be to see the faces of the girls when it came out! They all think a great deal of him because he is so hard to please, and almost any of them would feel immensely flattered if he liked them, whether they chose to marry him or not. Trix has tried for years to fascinate him, and he can't bear her, and I'm so glad! What a spiteful thing I am. Well, I can't help it, she does aggravate me so!\u201d And Polly gave the cat such a tweak of the ear that Puttel bounced out of her lap in high dudgeon.\n\n\u201cIt don't do to think of her, and I won't!\u201d said Polly to herself, setting her lips with a grim look that was not at all becoming. <|Q|>\u201cWhat an easy life I should have plenty of money, quantities of friends, all sorts of pleasures, and no work, no poverty, no cold shoulders or patched boots. I could do so much for all at home how I should enjoy that!\u201d<|Q|> And Polly let her thoughts revel in the luxurious future her fancy painted. It was a very bright picture, but something seemed amiss with it, for presently she sighed and shook her head, thinking sorrowfully, \u201cAh, but I don't love him, and I'm afraid I never can as I ought! He's very good, and generous, and wise, and would be kind, I know, but somehow I can't imagine spending my life with him; I'm so afraid I should get tired of him, and then what should I do? Polly Sydney don't sound well, and Mrs. Arthur Sydney don't seem to fit me a bit. Wonder how it would seem to call him 'Arthur'", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_18": "Uncas had cast his body back against the wall of the hut and closed his eyes, as if willing to exclude so contemptible and disagreeable an object from his sight. But the moment the noise of the serpent was heard, he arose, and cast his looks on each side of him, bending his head low, and turning it inquiringly in every direction, until his keen eye rested on the shaggy monster, where it remained riveted, as though fixed by the power of a charm. Again the same sounds were repeated, evidently proceeding from the mouth of the beast. Once more the eyes of the youth roamed over the interior of the lodge, and returning to the former resting place, he uttered, in a deep, suppressed voice:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHawkeye!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCut his bands,\u201d said Hawkeye to David, who just then approached them.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_19": "The singer did as he was ordered, and Uncas found his limbs released. At the same moment the dried skin of the animal rattled, and presently the scout arose to his feet, in proper person. The Mohican appeared to comprehend the nature of the attempt his friend had made, intuitively, neither tongue nor feature betraying another symptom of surprise. When Hawkeye had cast his shaggy vestment, which was done by simply loosing certain thongs of skin, he drew a long, glittering knife, and put it in the hands of Uncas.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe red Hurons are without,\u201d<|Q|> he said; \u201clet us be ready.\u201d At the same time he laid his finger significantly on another similar weapon, both being the fruits of his prowess among their enemies during the evening.\n\n\u201cWe will go,\u201d said Uncas.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_9": "What Polly thought of, as she lay back in her chair, with her eyes shut, and a hopeless look on her face, is none of our business, though we might feel a wish to know what caused a tear to gather slowly from time to time under her lashes, and roll down on Puttel's Quaker-colored coat. Was it regret for the conquest she relinquished, was it sympathy for her friend, or was it an uncontrollable overflow of feeling as she read some sad or tender passage of the little romance which she kept hidden away in her own heart?\n\nOn Monday, Polly began the <|Q|>\u201cdelicate and dangerous task.\u201d<|Q|> Instead of going to her pupils by way of the park and the pleasant streets adjoining, she took a roundabout route through back streets, and thus escaped Mr. Sydney, who, as usual, came home to dinner very early that day and looked disappointed because he nowhere saw the bright face in the modest bonnet. Polly kept this up for a week, and by carefully avoiding the Shaws' house during calling hours, she saw nothing of Mr. Sydney, who, of course, did n't visit her at Miss Mills'. Minnie happened to be poorly that week and took no lesson, so Uncle Syd was deprived of his last hope, and looked as if his allowance of sunshine had been suddenly cut off.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_11": "At first she tried to think she could, but unfortunately hearts are so \u201ccontrary\u201d that they won't be obedient to reason, will, or even gratitude. Polly felt a very cordial friendship for Mr. Sydney, but not one particle of the love which is the only coin in which love can be truly paid. Then she took a fancy into her head that she ought to accept this piece of good fortune for the sake of the family, and forget herself. But this false idea of self-sacrifice did not satisfy, for she was not a fashionable girl trained to believe that her first duty was to make \u201ca good match\u201d and never mind the consequences, though they rendered her miserable for life. Polly's creed was very simple: <|Q|>\u201cIf I don't love him, I ought not to marry him, especially when I do love somebody else, though everything is against me.\u201d<|Q|> If she had read as many French novels as some young ladies, she might have considered it interesting to marry under the circumstances and suffer a secret anguish to make her a romantic victim. But Polly's education had been neglected, and after a good deal of natural indecision she did what most women do in such cases, thought she would \u201cwait and see.\u201d\n\nThe discovery of Fanny's secret seemed to show her something to do, for if the \u201cwait and see\u201d decision was making her friend unhappy, it must be changed as soon as possible. This finished Polly's indecision, and after that night she never allowed herself to dwell upon the pleasant temptation which came in a guise particularly attractive to a young girl with a spice of the old Eve in her composition. So day after day she trudged through the dull back streets, longing for the sunny park, the face that always brightened when it saw her coming, and most of all the chance of meeting well, it was n't Trix.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_13": "When Saturday came, Polly started as usual for a visit to Becky and Bess, but could n't resist stopping at the Shaws' to leave a little parcel for Fan, though it was calling time. As she stepped in, meaning to run up for a word if Fanny should chance to be alone, two hats on the hall table arrested her.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWho is here, Katy?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOnly Mr. Sydney and Master Tom. Won't you stop a bit, Miss Polly?\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_26": "The young Mohican made no reply, but quietly folded his arms, and leaned his body against one of the upright posts that supported the wall of the hut.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said the scout looking up at him, <|Q|>\u201cwhy do you tarry? There will be time enough for me, as the knaves will give chase to you at first.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cUncas will stay,\u201d was the calm reply.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_14": "\u201cWho is here, Katy?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOnly Mr. Sydney and Master Tom. Won't you stop a bit, Miss Polly?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNot this morning, I'm rather in a hurry.\u201d And away went Polly as if a dozen eager pupils were clamoring for her presence. But as the door shut behind her she felt so left out in the cold, that her eyes filled, and when Nep, Tom's great Newfoundland, came blundering after her, she stopped and hugged his shaggy head, saying softly, as she looked into the brown, benevolent eyes, full of almost human sympathy: \u201cNow, go back, old dear, you must n't follow me. Oh, Nep, it's so hard to put love away when you want it very much and it is n't right to take it", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_28": "\u201cFor what?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo fight with his father\u2019s brother, and die with the friend of the Delawares.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAy, lad,\u201d returned Hawkeye, squeezing the hand of Uncas between his own iron fingers; \u201c\u2019twould have been more like a Mingo than a Mohican had you left me. But I thought I would make the offer, seeing that youth commonly loves life. Well, what can\u2019t be done by main courage, in war, must be done by circumvention. Put on the skin; I doubt not you can play the bear nearly as well as myself.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_1": "The ingenious Hawkeye, who recalled the hasty manner in which the other had abandoned his post at the bedside of the sick woman, was not without his suspicions concerning the subject of so much solemn deliberation. First making the circuit of the hut, and ascertaining that it stood quite alone, and that the character of its inmate was likely to protect it from visitors, he ventured through its low door, into the very presence of Gamut. The position of the latter brought the fire between them; and when Hawkeye had seated himself on end, near a minute elapsed, during which the two remained regarding each other without speaking. The suddenness and the nature of the surprise had nearly proved too much for \u2014 we will not say the philosophy \u2014 but for the pitch and resolution of David. He fumbled for his pitch-pipe, and arose with a confused intention of attempting a musical exorcism.\n\n\u201cDark and mysterious monster!\u201d he exclaimed, while with trembling hands he disposed of his auxiliary eyes, and sought his never-failing resource in trouble, the gifted version of the psalms; <|Q|>\u201cI know not your nature nor intents; but if aught you meditate against the person and rights of one of the humblest servants of the temple, listen to the inspired language of the youth of Israel, and repent.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe bear shook his shaggy sides, and then a well-known voice replied:", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_31": "David parted with the several articles named with a readiness that would have done great credit to his liberality, had he not certainly profited, in many particulars, by the exchange. Hawkeye was not long in assuming his borrowed garments; and when his restless eyes were hid behind the glasses, and his head was surmounted by the triangular beaver, as their statures were not dissimilar, he might readily have passed for the singer, by starlight. As soon as these dispositions were made, the scout turned to David, and gave him his parting instructions.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAre you much given to cowardice?\u201d<|Q|> he bluntly asked, by way of obtaining a suitable understanding of the whole case before he ventured a prescription.\n\n\u201cMy pursuits are peaceful, and my temper, I humbly trust, is greatly given to mercy and love,\u201d returned David, a little nettled at so direct an attack on his manhood; \u201cbut there are none who can say that I have ever forgotten my faith in the Lord, even in the greatest straits.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_32": "\u201cAre you much given to cowardice?\u201d he bluntly asked, by way of obtaining a suitable understanding of the whole case before he ventured a prescription.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy pursuits are peaceful, and my temper, I humbly trust, is greatly given to mercy and love,\u201d<|Q|> returned David, a little nettled at so direct an attack on his manhood; \u201cbut there are none who can say that I have ever forgotten my faith in the Lord, even in the greatest straits.\u201d\n\n\u201cYour chiefest danger will be at the moment when the savages find out that they have been deceived. If you are not then knocked on the head, your being a non-composser will protect you; and you\u2019ll then have a good reason to expect to die in your bed. If you stay, it must be to sit down here in the shadow, and take the part of Uncas, until such times as the cunning of the Indians discover the cheat, when, as I have already said, your times of trial will come. So choose for yourself \u2014 to make a rush or tarry here.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_22": "At a street corner, a black-eyed school-boy was parting from a rosy-faced school-girl, whose music roll he was reluctantly surrendering.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon't you forget, now,\u201d<|Q|> said the boy, looking bashfully into the bright eyes that danced with pleasure as the girl blushed and smiled, and answered reproachfully; \u201cWhy, of course I shan't!\u201d\n\n\u201cThat little romance runs smoothly so far; I hope it may to the end,\u201d said Polly heartily as she watched the lad tramp away, whistling as blithely as if his pleasurable emotions must find a vent, or endanger the buttons on the round jacket; while the girl pranced on her own doorstep, as if practising for the joyful dance which she had promised not to forget.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_33": "\u201cAre you much given to cowardice?\u201d he bluntly asked, by way of obtaining a suitable understanding of the whole case before he ventured a prescription.\n\n\u201cMy pursuits are peaceful, and my temper, I humbly trust, is greatly given to mercy and love,\u201d returned David, a little nettled at so direct an attack on his manhood; <|Q|>\u201cbut there are none who can say that I have ever forgotten my faith in the Lord, even in the greatest straits.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYour chiefest danger will be at the moment when the savages find out that they have been deceived. If you are not then knocked on the head, your being a non-composser will protect you; and you\u2019ll then have a good reason to expect to die in your bed. If you stay, it must be to sit down here in the shadow, and take the part of Uncas, until such times as the cunning of the Indians discover the cheat, when, as I have already said, your times of trial will come. So choose for yourself \u2014 to make a rush or tarry here.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_37": "\u201cYou have spoken as a man, and like one who, under wiser schooling, would have been brought to better things. Hold your head down, and draw in your legs; their formation might tell the truth too early. Keep silent as long as may be; and it would be wise, when you do speak, to break out suddenly in one of your shoutings, which will serve to remind the Indians that you are not altogether as responsible as men should be. If however, they take your scalp, as I trust and believe they will not, depend on it, Uncas and I will not forget the deed, but revenge it as becomes true warriors and trusty friends.\u201d\n\n\u201cHold!\u201d said David, perceiving that with this assurance they were about to leave him; <|Q|>\u201cI am an unworthy and humble follower of one who taught not the damnable principle of revenge. Should I fall, therefore, seek no victims to my manes, but rather forgive my destroyers; and if you remember them at all, let it be in prayers for the enlightening of their minds, and for their eternal welfare.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe scout hesitated, and appeared to muse.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_39": "The scout hesitated, and appeared to muse.\n\n\u201cThere is a principle in that,\u201d he said, <|Q|>\u201cdifferent from the law of the woods; and yet it is fair and noble to reflect upon.\u201d<|Q|> Then heaving a heavy sigh, probably among the last he ever drew in pining for a condition he had so long abandoned, he added: \u201cit is what I would wish to practise myself, as one without a cross of blood, though it is not always easy to deal with an Indian as you would with a fellow Christian. God bless you, friend; I do believe your scent is not greatly wrong, when the matter is duly considered, and keeping eternity before the eyes, though much depends on the natural gifts, and the force of temptation.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_8": "\u201cFirst tell me of the maiden, and of the youth who so bravely sought her,\u201d interrupted David.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAy, they are happily freed from the tomahawks of these varlets. But can you put me on the scent of Uncas?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThe young man is in bondage, and much I fear his death is decreed. I greatly mourn that one so well disposed should die in his ignorance, and I have sought a goodly hymn \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_10": "\u201cCan you lead me to him?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe task will not be difficult,\u201d<|Q|> returned David, hesitating; \u201cthough I greatly fear your presence would rather increase than mitigate his unhappy fortunes.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo more words, but lead on,\u201d returned Hawkeye, concealing his face again, and setting the example in his own person, by instantly quitting the lodge.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_41": "The instant Hawkeye found himself under the observation of the Hurons, he drew up his tall form in the rigid manner of David, threw out his arm in the act of keeping time, and commenced what he intended for an imitation of his psalmody. Happily for the success of this delicate adventure, he had to deal with ears but little practised in the concord of sweet sounds, or the miserable effort would infallibly have been detected. It was necessary to pass within a dangerous proximity of the dark group of the savages, and the voice of the scout grew louder as they drew nigher. When at the nearest point the Huron who spoke the English thrust out an arm, and stopped the supposed singing-master.\n\n\u201cThe Delaware dog!\u201d he said, leaning forward, and peering through the dim light to catch the expression of the other\u2019s features; <|Q|>\u201cis he afraid? Will the Hurons hear his groans?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nA growl, so exceedingly fierce and natural, proceeded from the beast, that the young Indian released his hold and started aside, as if to assure himself that it was not a veritable bear, and no counterfeit, that was rolling before him. Hawkeye, who feared his voice would betray him to his subtle enemies, gladly profited by the interruption, to break out anew in such a burst of musical expression as would, probably, in a more refined state of society have been termed \u201ca grand crash", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_44": "He had no occasion to delay, for at the next instant a burst of cries filled the outer air, and ran along the whole extent of the village. Uncas cast his skin, and stepped forth in his own beautiful proportions. Hawkeye tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and glided ahead.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNow let the devils strike our scent!\u201d<|Q|> said the scout, tearing two rifles, with all their attendant accouterments, from beneath a bush, and flourishing \u201ckilldeer\u201d as he handed Uncas his weapon; \u201ctwo, at least, will find it to their deaths.\u201d\n\nThen, throwing their pieces to a low trail, like sportsmen in readiness for their game, they dashed forward, and were soon buried in the somber darkness of the forest.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_43": "The adventurers had got clear of the village, and were now swiftly approaching the shelter of the woods, when a loud and long cry arose from the lodge where Uncas had been confined. The Mohican started on his feet, and shook his shaggy covering, as though the animal he counterfeited was about to make some desperate effort.\n\n\u201cHold!\u201d said the scout, grasping his friend by the shoulder, <|Q|>\u201clet them yell again! \u2019Twas nothing but wonderment.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe had no occasion to delay, for at the next instant a burst of cries filled the outer air, and ran along the whole extent of the village. Uncas cast his skin, and stepped forth in his own beautiful proportions. Hawkeye tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and glided ahead.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_42": "A growl, so exceedingly fierce and natural, proceeded from the beast, that the young Indian released his hold and started aside, as if to assure himself that it was not a veritable bear, and no counterfeit, that was rolling before him. Hawkeye, who feared his voice would betray him to his subtle enemies, gladly profited by the interruption, to break out anew in such a burst of musical expression as would, probably, in a more refined state of society have been termed <|Q|>\u201ca grand crash.\u201d<|Q|> Among his actual auditors, however, it merely gave him an additional claim to that respect which they never withhold from such as are believed to be the subjects of mental alienation. The little knot of Indians drew back in a body, and suffered, as they thought, the conjurer and his inspired assistant to proceed.\n\nIt required no common exercise of fortitude in Uncas and the scout to continue the dignified and deliberate pace they had assumed in passing the lodge; especially as they immediately perceived that curiosity had so far mastered fear, as to induce the watchers to approach the hut, in order to witness the effect of the incantations. The least injudicious or impatient movement on the part of David might betray them, and time was absolutely necessary to insure the safety of the scout. The loud noise the latter conceived it politic to continue, drew many curious gazers to the doors of the different huts as thy passed; and once or twice a dark-looking warrior stepped across their path, led to the act by superstition and watchfulness. They were not, however, interrupted, the darkness of the hour, and the boldness of the attempt, proving their principal friends.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_30": "\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, it's a mystery to me how you get there.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAs much as it is to me how you got here so suddenly.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_31": "\u201cWell, it's a mystery to me how you get there.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAs much as it is to me how you got here so suddenly.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI saw you from the Shaws' window and took the liberty of running after you by the back street,\u201d he said, laughing.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_0": "Here Polly leaned back and looked up at the little mirror over the chimney-piece, which was hung so that it reflected the faces of those about the fire. In it Polly saw a pair of telltale eyes looking out from a tangle of bright brown hair, cheeks that flushed and dimpled suddenly as the fresh mouth smiled with an expression of conscious power, half proud, half ashamed, and as pretty to see as the coquettish gesture with which she smoothed back her curls and flourished a white hand. For a minute she regarded the pleasant picture while visions of girlish romances and triumphs danced through her head, then she shook her hair all over her face and pushed her chair out of range of the mirror, saying, with a droll mixture of self-reproach and self-approval in her tone; <|Q|>\u201cOh, Puttel, Puttel, what a fool I am!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nPuss appeared to endorse the sentiment by a loud purr and a graceful wave of her tail, and Polly returned to the subject from which these little vanities had beguiled her.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_5": "\u201cAh, but I don't love him, and I'm afraid I never can as I ought! He's very good, and generous, and wise, and would be kind, I know, but somehow I can't imagine spending my life with him; I'm so afraid I should get tired of him, and then what should I do? Polly Sydney don't sound well, and Mrs. Arthur Sydney don't seem to fit me a bit. Wonder how it would seem to call him 'Arthur'?\u201d And Polly said it under her breath, with a look over her shoulder to be sure no one heard it. <|Q|>\u201cIt's a pretty name, but rather too fine, and I should n't dare to say 'Syd,' as his sister does. I like short, plain, home-like names, such as Will, Ned, or Tom. No, no, I can never care for him, and it's no use to try!\u201d<|Q|> The exclamation broke from Polly as if a sudden trouble had seized her, and laying her head down on her knees, she sat motionless for many minutes.\n\nWhen she looked up, her face wore an expression which no one had ever seen on it before; a look of mingled pain and patience, as if some loss had come to her, and left the bitterness of regret behind.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_20": "\u201cWhither?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo the Tortoises; they are the children of my grandfathers.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAy, lad,\u201d said the scout in English \u2014 a language he was apt to use when a little abstracted in mind; \u201cthe same blood runs in your veins, I believe; but time and distance has a little changed its color. What shall we do with the Mingoes at the door? They count six, and this singer is as good as nothing.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_6": "When she looked up, her face wore an expression which no one had ever seen on it before; a look of mingled pain and patience, as if some loss had come to her, and left the bitterness of regret behind.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI won't think of myself, or try to mend one mistake by making another,\u201d<|Q|> she said with a heavy sigh. \u201cI'll do what I can for Fan, and not stand between her and a chance of happiness. Let me see, how can I begin? I won't walk with him any more; I'll dodge and go roundabout ways, so that we can't meet. I never had much faith in the remarkable coincidence of his always happening home to dinner just as I go to give the Roths their lesson. The fact is, I like to meet him, I am glad to be seen with him, and put on airs, I dare say, like a vain goose as I am. Well, I won't do it any more, and that will spare Fan one affliction. Poor dear, how I must have worried her all this time, and never guessed it. She has n't been quite as kind as ever; but when she got sharp, I fancied it was dyspepsia. Oh, me! I wish the other trouble could be cured as easily as this.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_8": "\u201cI'll do what I can for Fan, and not stand between her and a chance of happiness. Let me see, how can I begin? I won't walk with him any more; I'll dodge and go roundabout ways, so that we can't meet. I never had much faith in the remarkable coincidence of his always happening home to dinner just as I go to give the Roths their lesson. The fact is, I like to meet him, I am glad to be seen with him, and put on airs, I dare say, like a vain goose as I am. Well, I won't do it any more, and that will spare Fan one affliction. Poor dear, how I must have worried her all this time, and never guessed it. She has n't been quite as kind as ever; but when she got sharp, I fancied it was dyspepsia. Oh, me! I wish the other trouble could be cured as easily as this.\u201d\n\nHere puss showed an amiable desire to forgive and forget, and Polly took her up, saying aloud: <|Q|>\u201cPuttel, when missis abuses you, play it's dyspepsia, and don't bear malice, because it's a very trying disease, my dear.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThen, going back to her thoughts, she rambled on again; \u201cIf he does n't take that hint, I will give him a stronger one, for I will not have matters come to a crisis, though I can't deny that my wicked vanity strongly tempts me to try and'bag a bird' just for the excitement and credit of the thing. Polly, I'm ashamed of you! What would your blessed mother say to hear such expressions from you? I'd write and tell her all the worry, only it would n't do any good, and would only trouble her. I've no right to tell Fan's secrets, and I'm ashamed to tell mine. No, I'll leave mother in peace, and fight it out alone. I do think Fan would suit him excellently by and by. He has known her all her life, and has a good influence over her. Love would do so much toward making her what she might be; it's a shame to have the chance lost just because he happens to see me. I should think she'd hate me; but I'll show her that she need n't, and do all I can to help her; for she has been so good to me nothing shall ever make me forget that. It is a delicate and dangerous task, but I guess I can manage it; at any rate I'll try, and have nothing to reproach myself with if things do go 'contrary.'\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_38": "There was a dreadful little pause, which Polly broke by saying abruptly; \u201cHow is Fan?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDashing, as ever. Do you know I'm rather disappointed in Fanny, for she don't seem to improve with her years,\u201d<|Q|> said Sydney, as if he accepted the diversion and was glad of it.\n\n\u201cAh, you never see her at her best. She puts on that dashing air before people to hide her real self. But I know her better; and I assure you that she does improve; she tries to mend her faults, though she won't own it, and will surprise you some day, by the amount of heart and sense and goodness she has got.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_25": "Uncas, who had already approached the door, in readiness to lead the way, now recoiled, and placed himself, once more, in the bottom of the lodge. But Hawkeye, who was too much occupied with his own thoughts to note the movement, continued speaking more to himself than to his companion.\n\n\u201cAfter all,\u201d he said, <|Q|>\u201cit is unreasonable to keep one man in bondage to the gifts of another. So, Uncas, you had better take the lead, while I will put on the skin again, and trust to cunning for want of speed.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe young Mohican made no reply, but quietly folded his arms, and leaned his body against one of the upright posts that supported the wall of the hut.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_12": "\u201d and never mind the consequences, though they rendered her miserable for life. Polly's creed was very simple: \u201cIf I don't love him, I ought not to marry him, especially when I do love somebody else, though everything is against me.\u201d If she had read as many French novels as some young ladies, she might have considered it interesting to marry under the circumstances and suffer a secret anguish to make her a romantic victim. But Polly's education had been neglected, and after a good deal of natural indecision she did what most women do in such cases, thought she would <|Q|>\u201cwait and see.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe discovery of Fanny's secret seemed to show her something to do, for if the \u201cwait and see\u201d decision was making her friend unhappy, it must be changed as soon as possible. This finished Polly's indecision, and after that night she never allowed herself to dwell upon the pleasant temptation which came in a guise particularly attractive to a young girl with a spice of the old Eve in her composition. So day after day she trudged through the dull back streets, longing for the sunny park, the face that always brightened when it saw her coming, and most of all the chance of meeting well, it was n't Trix.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_22": "\u201cAy, lad,\u201d said the scout in English \u2014 a language he was apt to use when a little abstracted in mind; \u201cthe same blood runs in your veins, I believe; but time and distance has a little changed its color. What shall we do with the Mingoes at the door? They count six, and this singer is as good as nothing.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe Hurons are boasters,\u201d<|Q|> said Uncas, scornfully; \u201ctheir \u2018totem\u2019 is a moose, and they run like snails. The Delawares are children of the tortoise, and they outstrip the deer.\u201d\n\n\u201cAy, lad, there is truth in what you say; and I doubt not, on a rush, you would pass the whole nation; and, in a straight race of two miles, would be in, and get your breath again, afore a knave of them all was within hearing of the other village. But the gift of a white man lies more in his arms than in his legs. As for myself, I can brain a Huron as well as a better man; but when it comes to a race the knaves would prove too much for me.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_23": "\u201cAy, lad,\u201d said the scout in English \u2014 a language he was apt to use when a little abstracted in mind; \u201cthe same blood runs in your veins, I believe; but time and distance has a little changed its color. What shall we do with the Mingoes at the door? They count six, and this singer is as good as nothing.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Hurons are boasters,\u201d said Uncas, scornfully; <|Q|>\u201ctheir \u2018totem\u2019 is a moose, and they run like snails. The Delawares are children of the tortoise, and they outstrip the deer.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAy, lad, there is truth in what you say; and I doubt not, on a rush, you would pass the whole nation; and, in a straight race of two miles, would be in, and get your breath again, afore a knave of them all was within hearing of the other village. But the gift of a white man lies more in his arms than in his legs. As for myself, I can brain a Huron as well as a better man; but when it comes to a race the knaves would prove too much for me.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_43": "The voice that put the question was so very kind, that Polly dared not look up, because she knew what the eyes were silently saying.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThank you, no. I don't get more tribulation than is good for me, I fancy, and we are apt to make mistakes when we try to dodge troubles.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOr people,\u201d added Sydney in a tone that made Polly color up to her forehead.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_15": "\u201cOnly Mr. Sydney and Master Tom. Won't you stop a bit, Miss Polly?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot this morning, I'm rather in a hurry.\u201d<|Q|> And away went Polly as if a dozen eager pupils were clamoring for her presence. But as the door shut behind her she felt so left out in the cold, that her eyes filled, and when Nep, Tom's great Newfoundland, came blundering after her, she stopped and hugged his shaggy head, saying softly, as she looked into the brown, benevolent eyes, full of almost human sympathy: \u201cNow, go back, old dear, you must n't follow me. Oh, Nep, it's so hard to put love away when you want it very much and it is n't right to take it", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_16": "\u201cOnly Mr. Sydney and Master Tom. Won't you stop a bit, Miss Polly?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot this morning, I'm rather in a hurry.\u201d And away went Polly as if a dozen eager pupils were clamoring for her presence. But as the door shut behind her she felt so left out in the cold, that her eyes filled, and when Nep, Tom's great Newfoundland, came blundering after her, she stopped and hugged his shaggy head, saying softly, as she looked into the brown, benevolent eyes, full of almost human sympathy: <|Q|>\u201cNow, go back, old dear, you must n't follow me. Oh, Nep, it's so hard to put love away when you want it very much and it is n't right to take it.\u201d<|Q|> A foolish little speech to make to a dog, but you see Polly was only a tender-hearted girl, trying to do her duty.\n\n\u201cSince he is safe with Fanny, I may venture to walk where I like. It 's such a lovely day, all the babies will be out, and it always does me good to see them,\u201d thought Polly, turning into the wide, sunny street, where West End-dom promenaded at that hour.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_45": "\u201cHow lovely the park looks,\u201d she said, in great confusion.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, it's the pleasantest walk we have; don't you think so?\u201d<|Q|> asked the artful young man, laying a trap, into which Polly immediately fell.\n\n\u201cYes, indeed! It's always so refreshing to me to see a little bit of the country, as it were, especially at this season.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_18": "The babies were out in full force, looking as gay and delicate and sweet as the snow-drops, hyacinths, and daffodils on the banks whence the snow had melted. But somehow the babies did n't do Polly the good she expected, though they smiled at her from their carriages, and kissed their chubby hands as she passed them, for Polly had the sort of face that babies love. One tiny creature in blue plush was casting despairing glances after a very small lord of creation who was walking away with a toddling belle in white, while a second young gentleman in gorgeous purple gaiters was endeavoring to console the deserted damsel.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTake hold of Master Charley's hand, Miss Mamie, and walk pretty, like Willy and Flossy,\u201d<|Q|> said the maid.\n\n\u201cNo, no, I want to do wid Willy, and he won't let me. Do'way, Tarley, I don't lite you,\u201d cried little Blue-bonnet, casting down her ermine muff and sobbing in a microscopic handkerchief, the thread-lace edging on which could n't mitigate her woe, as it might have done that of an older sufferer.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_19": "\u201cTake hold of Master Charley's hand, Miss Mamie, and walk pretty, like Willy and Flossy,\u201d said the maid.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, no, I want to do wid Willy, and he won't let me. Do'way, Tarley, I don't lite you,\u201d<|Q|> cried little Blue-bonnet, casting down her ermine muff and sobbing in a microscopic handkerchief, the thread-lace edging on which could n't mitigate her woe, as it might have done that of an older sufferer.\n\n\u201cWilly likes Flossy best, so stop crying and come right along, you naughty child.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_20": "\u201cNo, no, I want to do wid Willy, and he won't let me. Do'way, Tarley, I don't lite you,\u201d cried little Blue-bonnet, casting down her ermine muff and sobbing in a microscopic handkerchief, the thread-lace edging on which could n't mitigate her woe, as it might have done that of an older sufferer.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWilly likes Flossy best, so stop crying and come right along, you naughty child.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAs poor little Dido was jerked away by the unsympathetic maid, and Purple-gaiters essayed in vain to plead his cause, Polly said to herself, with a smile and a sigh; \u201cHow early the old story begins!\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_47": "Oh, Polly, Polly, what a stupid speech to make, when you had just given him to understand that you were tired of the park! Not being a fool or a cox-comb, Sydney put this and that together, and taking various trifles into the account, he had by this time come to the conclusion that Polly had heard the same bits of gossip that he had, which linked their names together, that she did n't like it, and tried to show she did n't in this way. He was quicker to take a hint than she had expected, and being both proud and generous, resolved to settle the matter at once, for Polly's sake as well as his own. So, when she made her last brilliant remark, he said quietly, watching her face keenly all the while; <|Q|>\u201cI thought so; well, I'm going out of town on business for several weeks, so you can enjoy your'little bit of country' without being annoyed by me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnnoyed? Oh, no!\u201d cried Polly earnestly; then stopped short, not knowing what to say for herself. She thought she had a good deal of the coquette in her, and I've no doubt that with time and training she would have become a very dangerous little person, but now she was far too transparent and straightforward by nature even to tell a white lie cleverly. Sydney knew this, and liked her for it, but he took advantage of it, nevertheless by asking suddenly;", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_49": "\u201cAnnoyed? Oh, no!\u201d cried Polly earnestly; then stopped short, not knowing what to say for herself. She thought she had a good deal of the coquette in her, and I've no doubt that with time and training she would have become a very dangerous little person, but now she was far too transparent and straightforward by nature even to tell a white lie cleverly. Sydney knew this, and liked her for it, but he took advantage of it, nevertheless by asking suddenly; <|Q|>\u201cHonestly, now, would n't you go the old way and enjoy it as much as ever, if I was n't anywhere about to set the busybodies gossiping?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said Polly, before she could stop herself, and then could have bitten her tongue out for being so rude. Another awful pause seemed impending, but just at that moment a horseman clattered by with a smile and a salute, which caused Polly to exclaim, \u201cOh, there's Tom!\u201d with a tone and a look that silenced the words hovering on Sydney's lips, and caused him to hold out his hand with a look which made Polly's heart flutter then and ache with pity for a good while afterward, though he only said,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_23": "At a street corner, a black-eyed school-boy was parting from a rosy-faced school-girl, whose music roll he was reluctantly surrendering.\n\n\u201cDon't you forget, now,\u201d said the boy, looking bashfully into the bright eyes that danced with pleasure as the girl blushed and smiled, and answered reproachfully; <|Q|>\u201cWhy, of course I shan't!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat little romance runs smoothly so far; I hope it may to the end,\u201d said Polly heartily as she watched the lad tramp away, whistling as blithely as if his pleasurable emotions must find a vent, or endanger the buttons on the round jacket; while the girl pranced on her own doorstep, as if practising for the joyful dance which she had promised not to forget.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_24": "\u201cDon't you forget, now,\u201d said the boy, looking bashfully into the bright eyes that danced with pleasure as the girl blushed and smiled, and answered reproachfully; \u201cWhy, of course I shan't!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat little romance runs smoothly so far; I hope it may to the end,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly heartily as she watched the lad tramp away, whistling as blithely as if his pleasurable emotions must find a vent, or endanger the buttons on the round jacket; while the girl pranced on her own doorstep, as if practising for the joyful dance which she had promised not to forget.\n\nA little farther on Polly passed a newly engaged couple whom she knew, walking arm in arm for the first time, both wearing that proud yet conscious look which is so delightful to behold upon the countenances of these temporarily glorified beings.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_25": "A little farther on Polly passed a newly engaged couple whom she knew, walking arm in arm for the first time, both wearing that proud yet conscious look which is so delightful to behold upon the countenances of these temporarily glorified beings.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow happy they seem; oh, dear!\u201d<|Q|> said Polly, and trudged on, wondering if her turn would ever come and fearing that it was impossible.\n\nA glimpse of a motherly-looking lady entering a door, received by a flock of pretty children, who cast themselves upon mamma and her parcels with cries of rapture, did Polly good; and when, a minute after she passed a gray old couple walking placidly together in the sunshine, she felt better still, and was glad to see such a happy ending to the romance she had read all down the street.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_26": "As if the mischievous little god wished to take Polly at a disadvantage, or perhaps to give her another chance, just at that instant Mr. Sydney appeared at her side. How he got there was never very clear to Polly, but there he was, flushed, and a little out of breath, but looking so glad to see her that she had n't the heart to be stiff and cool, as she had fully intended to be when they met.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cVery warm, is n't it?\u201d<|Q|> he said when he had shaken hands and fallen into step, just in the old way.\n\n\u201cYou seem to find it so.\u201d And Polly laughed, with a sudden sparkle in her eyes. She really could n't help it, it was so pleasant to see him again, just when she was feeling so lonely.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_28": "\u201cYou seem to find it so.\u201d And Polly laughed, with a sudden sparkle in her eyes. She really could n't help it, it was so pleasant to see him again, just when she was feeling so lonely.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHave you given up teaching the Roths?\u201d<|Q|> asked Sydney, changing the subject.\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_27": "\u201cVery warm, is n't it?\u201d he said when he had shaken hands and fallen into step, just in the old way.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou seem to find it so.\u201d<|Q|> And Polly laughed, with a sudden sparkle in her eyes. She really could n't help it, it was so pleasant to see him again, just when she was feeling so lonely.\n\n\u201cHave you given up teaching the Roths?\u201d asked Sydney, changing the subject.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_56": "\u201cPerhaps she'll jilt him.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI've no doubt she will, if anything better comes along. But Trix is getting passe, and I should n't wonder if she kept him to his word, just out of perversity, if nothing else.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cPoor Tom, what a fate!\u201d said Polly with what was meant to be a comical groan; but it sounded so tragical that she saw it would n't pass, and hastened to hide the failure by saying, with a laugh, \u201cIf you call Trix passe at twenty-three, what shall we all be at twenty-five?\u201d \u201cUtterly done with, and laid upon the shelf. I feel so already, for I don't get half the attention I used to have, and the other night I heard Maud and Grace wondering why those old girls'did n't stay at home, and give them a chance.'\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_45": "He had no occasion to delay, for at the next instant a burst of cries filled the outer air, and ran along the whole extent of the village. Uncas cast his skin, and stepped forth in his own beautiful proportions. Hawkeye tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and glided ahead.\n\n\u201cNow let the devils strike our scent!\u201d said the scout, tearing two rifles, with all their attendant accouterments, from beneath a bush, and flourishing \u201ckilldeer\u201d as he handed Uncas his weapon; <|Q|>\u201ctwo, at least, will find it to their deaths.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThen, throwing their pieces to a low trail, like sportsmen in readiness for their game, they dashed forward, and were soon buried in the somber darkness of the forest.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_2": "\u201cJust suppose it is true, that he does ask me, and I say yes! What a stir it would make, and what fun it would be to see the faces of the girls when it came out! They all think a great deal of him because he is so hard to please, and almost any of them would feel immensely flattered if he liked them, whether they chose to marry him or not. Trix has tried for years to fascinate him, and he can't bear her, and I'm so glad! What a spiteful thing I am. Well, I can't help it, she does aggravate me so!\u201d And Polly gave the cat such a tweak of the ear that Puttel bounced out of her lap in high dudgeon.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt don't do to think of her, and I won't!\u201d<|Q|> said Polly to herself, setting her lips with a grim look that was not at all becoming. \u201cWhat an easy life I should have plenty of money, quantities of friends, all sorts of pleasures, and no work, no poverty, no cold shoulders or patched boots. I could do so much for all at home how I should enjoy that!\u201d And Polly let her thoughts revel in the luxurious future her fancy painted. It was a very bright picture, but something seemed amiss with it, for presently she sighed and shook her head, thinking sorrowfully,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_61": "\u201cHow is Maudie?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPretty well, but she worries me by her queer tastes and notions. She loves to go into the kitchen and mess, she hates to study, and said right before the Vincents that she should think it would be great fun to be a beggar-girl, to go round with a basket, it must be so interesting to see what you'd get.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMinnie said the other day she wished she was a pigeon so she could paddle in the puddles and not fuss about rubbers.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_35": "\u201cIt's not nearly so pleasant or so short for you as the park.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI know it, but people sometimes get tired of old ways and like to try new ones.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nPolly did n't say that quite naturally, and Sydney gave her a quick look, as he asked; \u201cDo you get tired of old friends, too, Miss Polly?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_60": "\u201d said Polly with what was meant to be a comical groan; but it sounded so tragical that she saw it would n't pass, and hastened to hide the failure by saying, with a laugh, \u201cIf you call Trix passe at twenty-three, what shall we all be at twenty-five?\u201d \u201cUtterly done with, and laid upon the shelf. I feel so already, for I don't get half the attention I used to have, and the other night I heard Maud and Grace wondering why those old girls'did n't stay at home, and give them a chance.'\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow is Maudie?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cPretty well, but she worries me by her queer tastes and notions. She loves to go into the kitchen and mess, she hates to study, and said right before the Vincents that she should think it would be great fun to be a beggar-girl, to go round with a basket, it must be so interesting to see what you'd get.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_33": "\u201cI saw you from the Shaws' window and took the liberty of running after you by the back street,\u201d he said, laughing.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat is the way I get to the Roths,\u201d<|Q|> answered Polly. She did not mean to tell, but his frankness was so agreeable she forgot herself.\n\n\u201cIt's not nearly so pleasant or so short for you as the park.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_36": "\u201cI know it, but people sometimes get tired of old ways and like to try new ones.\u201d\n\nPolly did n't say that quite naturally, and Sydney gave her a quick look, as he asked; <|Q|>\u201cDo you get tired of old friends, too, Miss Polly?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNot often; but\u201d And there she stuck, for the fear of being ungrateful or unkind made her almost hope that he would n't take the hint which she had been carefully preparing for him.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_37": "Polly did n't say that quite naturally, and Sydney gave her a quick look, as he asked; \u201cDo you get tired of old friends, too, Miss Polly?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot often; but\u201d<|Q|> And there she stuck, for the fear of being ungrateful or unkind made her almost hope that he would n't take the hint which she had been carefully preparing for him.\n\nThere was a dreadful little pause, which Polly broke by saying abruptly; \u201cHow is Fan?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_10": "At first she tried to think she could, but unfortunately hearts are so \u201ccontrary\u201d that they won't be obedient to reason, will, or even gratitude. Polly felt a very cordial friendship for Mr. Sydney, but not one particle of the love which is the only coin in which love can be truly paid. Then she took a fancy into her head that she ought to accept this piece of good fortune for the sake of the family, and forget herself. But this false idea of self-sacrifice did not satisfy, for she was not a fashionable girl trained to believe that her first duty was to make <|Q|>\u201ca good match\u201d<|Q|> and never mind the consequences, though they rendered her miserable for life. Polly's creed was very simple: \u201cIf I don't love him, I ought not to marry him, especially when I do love somebody else, though everything is against me.\u201d If she had read as many French novels as some young ladies, she might have considered it interesting to marry under the circumstances and suffer a secret anguish to make her a romantic victim. But Polly's education had been neglected, and after a good deal of natural indecision she did what most women do in such cases, thought she would", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_41": "\u201cI'm very glad to hear it, and willingly take your word for it. Everybody shows you their good side, I think, and that is why you find the world such a pleasant place.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, but I don't! It often seems like a very hard and dismal place, and I croak over my trials like an ungrateful raven.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCan't we make the trials lighter for you?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_69": "\u201cWho got up that nice idea, I should like to know?\u201d demanded Polly, as Fanny stopped for breath.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNow don't be affected, Polly, but just tell me, like a dear, has n't he proposed?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, he has n't.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_42": "\u201cOh, but I don't! It often seems like a very hard and dismal place, and I croak over my trials like an ungrateful raven.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCan't we make the trials lighter for you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe voice that put the question was so very kind, that Polly dared not look up, because she knew what the eyes were silently saying.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_39": "\u201cDashing, as ever. Do you know I'm rather disappointed in Fanny, for she don't seem to improve with her years,\u201d said Sydney, as if he accepted the diversion and was glad of it.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh, you never see her at her best. She puts on that dashing air before people to hide her real self. But I know her better; and I assure you that she does improve; she tries to mend her faults, though she won't own it, and will surprise you some day, by the amount of heart and sense and goodness she has got.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nPolly spoke heartily now, and Sydney looked at her as if Fanny's defender pleased him more than Fanny's defence.", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_27": "\u201cWell,\u201d said the scout looking up at him, \u201cwhy do you tarry? There will be time enough for me, as the knaves will give chase to you at first.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cUncas will stay,\u201d<|Q|> was the calm reply.\n\n\u201cFor what?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_17": "\u201d And away went Polly as if a dozen eager pupils were clamoring for her presence. But as the door shut behind her she felt so left out in the cold, that her eyes filled, and when Nep, Tom's great Newfoundland, came blundering after her, she stopped and hugged his shaggy head, saying softly, as she looked into the brown, benevolent eyes, full of almost human sympathy: \u201cNow, go back, old dear, you must n't follow me. Oh, Nep, it's so hard to put love away when you want it very much and it is n't right to take it.\u201d A foolish little speech to make to a dog, but you see Polly was only a tender-hearted girl, trying to do her duty.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSince he is safe with Fanny, I may venture to walk where I like. It 's such a lovely day, all the babies will be out, and it always does me good to see them,\u201d<|Q|> thought Polly, turning into the wide, sunny street, where West End-dom promenaded at that hour.\n\nThe babies were out in full force, looking as gay and delicate and sweet as the snow-drops, hyacinths, and daffodils on the banks whence the snow had melted. But somehow the babies did n't do Polly the good she expected, though they smiled at her from their carriages, and kissed their chubby hands as she passed them, for Polly had the sort of face that babies love. One tiny creature in blue plush was casting despairing glances after a very small lord of creation who was walking away with a toddling belle in white, while a second young gentleman in gorgeous purple gaiters was endeavoring to console the deserted damsel.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_46": "\u201cYes, it's the pleasantest walk we have; don't you think so?\u201d asked the artful young man, laying a trap, into which Polly immediately fell.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, indeed! It's always so refreshing to me to see a little bit of the country, as it were, especially at this season.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nOh, Polly, Polly, what a stupid speech to make, when you had just given him to understand that you were tired of the park! Not being a fool or a cox-comb, Sydney put this and that together, and taking various trifles into the account, he had by this time come to the conclusion that Polly had heard the same bits of gossip that he had, which linked their names together, that she did n't like it, and tried to show she did n't in this way. He was quicker to take a hint than she had expected, and being both proud and generous, resolved to settle the matter at once, for Polly's sake as well as his own. So, when she made her last brilliant remark, he said quietly, watching her face keenly all the while;", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_44": "\u201cOr people,\u201d added Sydney in a tone that made Polly color up to her forehead.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow lovely the park looks,\u201d<|Q|> she said, in great confusion.\n\n\u201cYes, it's the pleasantest walk we have; don't you think so?\u201d asked the artful young man, laying a trap, into which Polly immediately fell.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_75": "Neither spoke for a minute, but the heart of one of them beat joyfully and the dusk hid a very happy face.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon't you think he cared for you, dear?\u201d<|Q|> asked Fanny, presently. \u201cI don't mean to be prying, but I really thought he did.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat's not for me to say, but if it is so, it's only a passing fancy and he'll soon get over it.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_74": "\u201cI don't think he'll ever say a word to me.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, I am surprised!\u201d And Fanny drew a long breath, as if a load was off her mind. Then she added in a changed tone: <|Q|>\u201cBut don't you love him, Polly?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d", "Solo.132.1320.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_4": "\u201cA man like yourself; and one whose blood is as little tainted by the cross of a bear, or an Indian, as your own. Have you so soon forgotten from whom you received the foolish instrument you hold in your hand?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCan these things be?\u201d<|Q|> returned David, breathing more freely, as the truth began to dawn upon him. \u201cI have found many marvels during my sojourn with the heathen, but surely nothing to excel this.\u201d\n\n\u201cCome, come,\u201d returned Hawkeye, uncasing his honest countenance, the better to assure the wavering confidence of his companion; \u201cyou may see a skin, which, if it be not as white as one of the gentle ones, has no tinge of red to it that the winds of the heaven and the sun have not bestowed. Now let us to business.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_77": "\u201cDon't you think he cared for you, dear?\u201d asked Fanny, presently. \u201cI don't mean to be prying, but I really thought he did.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat's not for me to say, but if it is so, it's only a passing fancy and he'll soon get over it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDo tell me all about it; I'm so interested, and I know something has happened, I hear it in your voice, for I can't see your face.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_53": "\u201cWhat have you been doing with yourself lately?\u201d asked Fanny, composing herself, with her back toward the rapidly waning light.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWagging to and fro as usual. What's the news with you?\u201d<|Q|> answered Polly, feeling that something was coming and rather glad to have it over and done with.\n\n\u201cNothing particular. Trix treats Tom shamefully, and he bears it like a lamb. I tell him to break his engagement, and not be worried so; but he won't, because she has been jilted once and he thinks it's such a mean thing to do.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_52": "She shunned Fanny for a day or two, but gained nothing by it, for that young lady, hearing of Sydney's sudden departure, could not rest till she discovered the cause of it, and walked in upon Polly one afternoon just when the dusk made it a propitious hour for tender confidences.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat have you been doing with yourself lately?\u201d<|Q|> asked Fanny, composing herself, with her back toward the rapidly waning light.\n\n\u201cWagging to and fro as usual. What's the news with you?\u201d answered Polly, feeling that something was coming and rather glad to have it over and done with.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_83": "\u201cNo, he would n't; He'd like it and respect you for doing it. But, Polly, it would have been a grand thing for you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI can't sell myself for an establishment.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMercy! What an idea!\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_54": "\u201cWagging to and fro as usual. What's the news with you?\u201d answered Polly, feeling that something was coming and rather glad to have it over and done with.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNothing particular. Trix treats Tom shamefully, and he bears it like a lamb. I tell him to break his engagement, and not be worried so; but he won't, because she has been jilted once and he thinks it's such a mean thing to do.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cPerhaps she'll jilt him.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_55": "\u201cNothing particular. Trix treats Tom shamefully, and he bears it like a lamb. I tell him to break his engagement, and not be worried so; but he won't, because she has been jilted once and he thinks it's such a mean thing to do.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPerhaps she'll jilt him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI've no doubt she will, if anything better comes along. But Trix is getting passe, and I should n't wonder if she kept him to his word, just out of perversity, if nothing else.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_29": "\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo you go as usual?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_57": "\u201cI've no doubt she will, if anything better comes along. But Trix is getting passe, and I should n't wonder if she kept him to his word, just out of perversity, if nothing else.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPoor Tom, what a fate!\u201d<|Q|> said Polly with what was meant to be a comical groan; but it sounded so tragical that she saw it would n't pass, and hastened to hide the failure by saying, with a laugh, \u201cIf you call Trix passe at twenty-three, what shall we all be at twenty-five?\u201d \u201cUtterly done with, and laid upon the shelf. I feel so already, for I don't get half the attention I used to have, and the other night I heard Maud and Grace wondering why those old girls'did n't stay at home, and give them a chance.'\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_58": "\u201cI've no doubt she will, if anything better comes along. But Trix is getting passe, and I should n't wonder if she kept him to his word, just out of perversity, if nothing else.\u201d\n\n\u201cPoor Tom, what a fate!\u201d said Polly with what was meant to be a comical groan; but it sounded so tragical that she saw it would n't pass, and hastened to hide the failure by saying, with a laugh, <|Q|>\u201cIf you call Trix passe at twenty-three, what shall we all be at twenty-five?\u201d<|Q|> \u201cUtterly done with, and laid upon the shelf. I feel so already, for I don't get half the attention I used to have, and the other night I heard Maud and Grace wondering why those old girls'did n't stay at home, and give them a chance.'\u201d\n\n\u201cHow is Maudie?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_59": "\u201cI've no doubt she will, if anything better comes along. But Trix is getting passe, and I should n't wonder if she kept him to his word, just out of perversity, if nothing else.\u201d\n\n\u201cPoor Tom, what a fate!\u201d said Polly with what was meant to be a comical groan; but it sounded so tragical that she saw it would n't pass, and hastened to hide the failure by saying, with a laugh, \u201cIf you call Trix passe at twenty-three, what shall we all be at twenty-five?\u201d <|Q|>\u201cUtterly done with, and laid upon the shelf. I feel so already, for I don't get half the attention I used to have, and the other night I heard Maud and Grace wondering why those old girls'did n't stay at home, and give them a chance.'\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHow is Maudie?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_32": "\u201cAs much as it is to me how you got here so suddenly.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI saw you from the Shaws' window and took the liberty of running after you by the back street,\u201d<|Q|> he said, laughing.\n\n\u201cThat is the way I get to the Roths,\u201d answered Polly. She did not mean to tell, but his frankness was so agreeable she forgot herself.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_62": "\u201cPretty well, but she worries me by her queer tastes and notions. She loves to go into the kitchen and mess, she hates to study, and said right before the Vincents that she should think it would be great fun to be a beggar-girl, to go round with a basket, it must be so interesting to see what you'd get.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMinnie said the other day she wished she was a pigeon so she could paddle in the puddles and not fuss about rubbers.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBy the way, when is her uncle coming back?\u201d asked Fanny, who could n't wait any longer and joyfully seized the opening Polly made for her.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_34": "\u201cThat is the way I get to the Roths,\u201d answered Polly. She did not mean to tell, but his frankness was so agreeable she forgot herself.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt's not nearly so pleasant or so short for you as the park.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI know it, but people sometimes get tired of old ways and like to try new ones.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_63": "\u201cMinnie said the other day she wished she was a pigeon so she could paddle in the puddles and not fuss about rubbers.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBy the way, when is her uncle coming back?\u201d<|Q|> asked Fanny, who could n't wait any longer and joyfully seized the opening Polly made for her.\n\n\u201cI'm sure I don't know.\u201d", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_3": "\" So he passed on into the vestibule as she bade him, whilst the Eunuch was silent and said no more. The Prince counted five doors and entered the sixth where he found the Princess Dunya standing and awaiting him. As soon as she saw him, she knew him and clasped him to her breast, and he clasped her to his bosom. Presently the old woman came in to them, having made a pretext to dismiss the Princess's slave girls for fear of disgrace; and the Lady Dunya said to her, <|Q|>\"Be thou our door keeper!\"<|Q|> So she and Taj al- Muluk abode alone together and ceased not kissing and embracing and twining leg with leg till dawn.[FN#46] When day drew near, she left him and, shutting the door upon him, passed into another chamber, where she sat down as was her wont, whilst her slave women came in to her, and she attended to their affairs and conversed with them. Then she said to them, \"Go forth from me now, for I wish to amuse myself in privacy", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_65": "\u201cI'm sure I don't know.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNor care, I suppose, you hard-hearted thing.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, Fan, what do you mean?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_66": "\u201cNor care, I suppose, you hard-hearted thing.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, Fan, what do you mean?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI'm not blind, my dear, neither is Tom, and when a young gentleman cuts a call abruptly short, and races after a young lady, and is seen holding her hand at the quietest corner of the park, and then goes travelling all of a sudden, we know what it means if you don't.\u201d", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_5": "\" So they withdrew and she betook herself to Taj al-Muluk, and the old woman brought them food, of which they ate and returned to amorous dalliance till dawn. Then the door was locked upon him as on the day before; and they ceased not to do thus for a whole month. This is how it fared with Taj al-Muluk and the Lady Dunya; but as regards the Wazir and Aziz when they found that the Prince had gone to the Palace of the King's daughter and there delayed all the while, they concluded that he would never return from it and that he was lost for ever; and Aziz said to the Wazir, <|Q|>\"O my father, what shall we do?\"<|Q|> He replied, \"O my son, this is a difficult matter, and except we return to his sire and tell him, he will blame us therefor.\" So they made ready at once and forthright set out for the Green Land and the Country of the Two Columns, and sought Sulayman Shah's capital. And they traversed the valleys night and day till they went in to the King, and acquainted him with what had befallen his son and how from the time he entered the Princess's Palace they had heard no news of him. At this the King was as though the Day of Doom had dawned for him and regret was sore upon him, and he proclaimed a Holy War[FN#47] throughout his realm. After which he sent forth his host without the town and pitched tents for them and took up his abode in his pavilion, whilst the levies came from all parts of the kingdom; for his subjects loved him by reason of his great justice and beneficence. Then he marched with an army walling the horizon, and departed in quest of his son. Thus far concerning them; but as regards Taj al-Muluk and the Lady Dunya the two remained as they were half a year's time, whilst every day they redoubled in mutual affection; and love and longing and passion and desire so pressed upon Taj al Muluk, that at last he opened his mind and said to her,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_6": "\" So they withdrew and she betook herself to Taj al-Muluk, and the old woman brought them food, of which they ate and returned to amorous dalliance till dawn. Then the door was locked upon him as on the day before; and they ceased not to do thus for a whole month. This is how it fared with Taj al-Muluk and the Lady Dunya; but as regards the Wazir and Aziz when they found that the Prince had gone to the Palace of the King's daughter and there delayed all the while, they concluded that he would never return from it and that he was lost for ever; and Aziz said to the Wazir, \"O my father, what shall we do?\" He replied, <|Q|>\"O my son, this is a difficult matter, and except we return to his sire and tell him, he will blame us therefor.\"<|Q|> So they made ready at once and forthright set out for the Green Land and the Country of the Two Columns, and sought Sulayman Shah's capital. And they traversed the valleys night and day till they went in to the King, and acquainted him with what had befallen his son and how from the time he entered the Princess's Palace they had heard no news of him. At this the King was as though the Day of Doom had dawned for him and regret was sore upon him, and he proclaimed a Holy War[FN#47] throughout his realm. After which he sent forth his host without the town and pitched tents for them and took up his abode in his pavilion, whilst the levies came from all parts of the kingdom; for his subjects loved him by reason of his great justice and beneficence. Then he marched with an army walling the horizon, and departed in quest of his son. Thus far concerning them; but as regards Taj al-Muluk and the Lady Dunya the two remained as they were half a year's time, whilst every day they redoubled in mutual affection; and love and longing and passion and desire so pressed upon Taj al Muluk, that at last he opened his mind and said to her,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_40": "Polly spoke heartily now, and Sydney looked at her as if Fanny's defender pleased him more than Fanny's defence.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI'm very glad to hear it, and willingly take your word for it. Everybody shows you their good side, I think, and that is why you find the world such a pleasant place.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, but I don't! It often seems like a very hard and dismal place, and I croak over my trials like an ungrateful raven.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_70": "\u201cNow don't be affected, Polly, but just tell me, like a dear, has n't he proposed?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, he has n't.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDon't you think he means to?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_72": "\u201cDon't you think he means to?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don't think he'll ever say a word to me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, I am surprised!\u201d And Fanny drew a long breath, as if a load was off her mind. Then she added in a changed tone: \u201cBut don't you love him, Polly?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_71": "\u201cNo, he has n't.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon't you think he means to?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI don't think he'll ever say a word to me.\u201d", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_13": "\" When she heard these words, she joyed with great joy because it suited with her own wishes, and they passed the night on this understanding. But it so befel by the decree of Destiny that sleep overcame them that night above all nights and they remained till the sun had risen. Now at this hour, King Shahriman was sitting on his cushion of estate, with his Emirs and Grandees before him, when the Syndic of the goldsmiths presented himself between his hands, carrying a large box. And he advanced and opening it in presence of the King, brought out therefrom a casket of fine work worth an hundred thousand diners, for that which was therein of precious stones, rubies and emeralds beyond the competence of any sovereign on earth to procure. When the King saw this, he marvelled at its beauty; and, turning to the Chief Eunuch (him with whom the old woman had had to do), said to him, \"O Kafur,[FN#49] take this casket and wend with it to the Princess Dunya.\" The Castrato took the casket and repairing to the apartment of the King's daughter found the door shut and the old woman lying asleep on the threshold; whereupon said he, \"What! sleeping at this hour?\" When the old woman heard the Eunuch's voice she started from sleep and was terrified and said to him, <|Q|>\"Wait till I fetch the key.\"<|Q|> Then she went forth and fled for her life. Such was her case; but as regards the Epicene he, seeing her alarm, lifted the door off its hinge pins,[FN#50] and entering found the Lady Dunya with her arms round the neck of Taj al-Muluk and both fast asleep. At this sight he was confounded and was preparing to return to the King, when the Princess awoke, and seeing him, was terrified and changed colour and waxed pale, and said to him,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_48": "Oh, Polly, Polly, what a stupid speech to make, when you had just given him to understand that you were tired of the park! Not being a fool or a cox-comb, Sydney put this and that together, and taking various trifles into the account, he had by this time come to the conclusion that Polly had heard the same bits of gossip that he had, which linked their names together, that she did n't like it, and tried to show she did n't in this way. He was quicker to take a hint than she had expected, and being both proud and generous, resolved to settle the matter at once, for Polly's sake as well as his own. So, when she made her last brilliant remark, he said quietly, watching her face keenly all the while; \u201cI thought so; well, I'm going out of town on business for several weeks, so you can enjoy your'little bit of country' without being annoyed by me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnnoyed? Oh, no!\u201d<|Q|> cried Polly earnestly; then stopped short, not knowing what to say for herself. She thought she had a good deal of the coquette in her, and I've no doubt that with time and training she would have become a very dangerous little person, but now she was far too transparent and straightforward by nature even to tell a white lie cleverly. Sydney knew this, and liked her for it, but he took advantage of it, nevertheless by asking suddenly; \u201cHonestly, now, would n't you go the old way and enjoy it as much as ever, if I was n't anywhere about to set the busybodies gossiping?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_21": "\u201cWilly likes Flossy best, so stop crying and come right along, you naughty child.\u201d\n\nAs poor little Dido was jerked away by the unsympathetic maid, and Purple-gaiters essayed in vain to plead his cause, Polly said to herself, with a smile and a sigh; <|Q|>\u201cHow early the old story begins!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt seemed as if the spring weather had brought out all manner of tender things beside fresh grass and the first dandelions, for as she went down the street Polly kept seeing different phases of the sweet old story which she was trying to forget.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_76": "Neither spoke for a minute, but the heart of one of them beat joyfully and the dusk hid a very happy face.\n\n\u201cDon't you think he cared for you, dear?\u201d asked Fanny, presently. <|Q|>\u201cI don't mean to be prying, but I really thought he did.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat's not for me to say, but if it is so, it's only a passing fancy and he'll soon get over it.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_50": "\u201d cried Polly earnestly; then stopped short, not knowing what to say for herself. She thought she had a good deal of the coquette in her, and I've no doubt that with time and training she would have become a very dangerous little person, but now she was far too transparent and straightforward by nature even to tell a white lie cleverly. Sydney knew this, and liked her for it, but he took advantage of it, nevertheless by asking suddenly; \u201cHonestly, now, would n't you go the old way and enjoy it as much as ever, if I was n't anywhere about to set the busybodies gossiping?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said Polly, before she could stop herself, and then could have bitten her tongue out for being so rude. Another awful pause seemed impending, but just at that moment a horseman clattered by with a smile and a salute, which caused Polly to exclaim, <|Q|>\u201cOh, there's Tom!\u201d<|Q|> with a tone and a look that silenced the words hovering on Sydney's lips, and caused him to hold out his hand with a look which made Polly's heart flutter then and ache with pity for a good while afterward, though he only said, \u201cGood by, Polly.\u201d\n\nHe was gone before she could do anything but look up at him with a remorseful face, and she walked on, feeling that the first and perhaps the only lover she would ever have, had read his answer and accepted it in silence. She did not know what else he had read, and comforted herself with the thought that he did not care for her very much, since he took the first rebuff so quickly.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_78": "\u201cThat's not for me to say, but if it is so, it's only a passing fancy and he'll soon get over it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo tell me all about it; I'm so interested, and I know something has happened, I hear it in your voice, for I can't see your face.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDo you remember the talk we once had after reading one of Miss Edgeworth's stories about not letting one's lovers come to a declaration if one did n't love them?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_79": "\u201cDo tell me all about it; I'm so interested, and I know something has happened, I hear it in your voice, for I can't see your face.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo you remember the talk we once had after reading one of Miss Edgeworth's stories about not letting one's lovers come to a declaration if one did n't love them?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_82": "\u201cI just gave him a hint and he took it. He meant to go away before that, so don't think his heart is broken, or mind what silly tattlers say. I did n't like his meeting me so much and told him so by going another way. He understood, and being a gentleman, made no fuss. I dare say he thought I was a vain goose, and laughed at me for my pains, like Churchill in 'Helen.'\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, he would n't; He'd like it and respect you for doing it. But, Polly, it would have been a grand thing for you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI can't sell myself for an establishment.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_84": "\u201cI can't sell myself for an establishment.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMercy! What an idea!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, that's the plain English of half your fashionable matches. I 'm'odd,' you know, and prefer to be an independent spinster and teach music all my days.\u201d", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_21": "\" and, being violently enraged, seized a dagger and was about to strike Taj al-Muluk with it, when the Lady Dunya threw herself upon him and said to her father, \"Slay me before thou slayest him.\" The King reviled her and commended her to be taken back to her chamber: then he turned to Taj al-Muluk and said to him, \"Woe to thee! whence art thou? Who is thy father and what hath emboldened thee to debauch my daughter?\" Replied the Prince, <|Q|>\"Know, O King, that if thou put me to death, thou art a lost man, and thou and all in thy dominions will repent the deed.\"<|Q|> Quoth the King, \"How so?\"; and quoth Taj al-Muluk \"Know that I am the son of King Sulayman Shah, and ere thou knowest it, he will be upon thee with his horse and foot.\" When King Shahriman heard these words he would have deferred killing Taj al-Muluk and would rather have put him in prison, till he should look into the truth of his words; but his Wazir said to him, \"O King of the Age, it is my opinion that thou make haste to slay this gallows bird who dares debauch the daughters of Kings", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_25": "When it was the One Hundred and Thirty-sixth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the headsman raised his hand to smite off his head when behold, loud cries arose and the folk closed their shops; whereupon the King said to the headsman, \"Wait awhile,\" and despatched one to learn the news. The messenger fared forth and presently returned and reported, <|Q|>\"I saw an army like the dashing sea with its clashing surge: and their horses curvetting till earth trembleth with the tramp; and I know no more of them.\"<|Q|> When the King heard this, he was confounded and feared for his realm lest it should be torn from him; so he turned to his Minister and said, \"Have not any of our army gone forth to meet this army?\" But ere he had done speaking, his Chamberlains entered with messengers from the King who was approaching, and amongst them the Wazir who had accompanied Taj al-Muluk. They began by saluting the King, who rose to receive them and bade them draw near, and asked the cause of their coming; whereupon the Minister came forward from amongst them and stood before him and said", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_86": "\u201cWell, that's the plain English of half your fashionable matches. I 'm'odd,' you know, and prefer to be an independent spinster and teach music all my days.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh, but you won't. You were made for a nice, happy home of your own, and I hope you'll get it, Polly, dear,\u201d<|Q|> said Fanny warmly, feeling so grateful to Polly, that she found it hard not to pour out all her secret at once.\n\n\u201cI hope I may; but I doubt it,\u201d answered Polly in a tone that made Fanny wonder if she, too, knew what heartache meant.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_87": "\u201cAh, but you won't. You were made for a nice, happy home of your own, and I hope you'll get it, Polly, dear,\u201d said Fanny warmly, feeling so grateful to Polly, that she found it hard not to pour out all her secret at once.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI hope I may; but I doubt it,\u201d<|Q|> answered Polly in a tone that made Fanny wonder if she, too, knew what heartache meant.\n\n\u201cSomething troubles you, Polly, what is it? Confide in me, as I do in you,\u201d said Fanny tenderly, for all the coldness she had tried to hide from Polly, had melted in the sudden sunshine that had come to her.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_88": "\u201cI hope I may; but I doubt it,\u201d answered Polly in a tone that made Fanny wonder if she, too, knew what heartache meant.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSomething troubles you, Polly, what is it? Confide in me, as I do in you,\u201d<|Q|> said Fanny tenderly, for all the coldness she had tried to hide from Polly, had melted in the sudden sunshine that had come to her.\n\n\u201cDo you always?\u201d asked her friend, leaning forward with an irresistible desire to win back the old-time love and confidence, too precious to be exchanged for a little brief excitement or the barren honor of \u201cbagging a bird,\u201d to use Trix's elegant expression. Fanny understood it then, and threw herself into Polly's arms, crying, with a shower of grateful tears;", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_89": "\u201cSomething troubles you, Polly, what is it? Confide in me, as I do in you,\u201d said Fanny tenderly, for all the coldness she had tried to hide from Polly, had melted in the sudden sunshine that had come to her.\n\n\u201cDo you always?\u201d asked her friend, leaning forward with an irresistible desire to win back the old-time love and confidence, too precious to be exchanged for a little brief excitement or the barren honor of <|Q|>\u201cbagging a bird,\u201d<|Q|> to use Trix's elegant expression. Fanny understood it then, and threw herself into Polly's arms, crying, with a shower of grateful tears; \u201cOh, my dear! my dear! did you do it for my sake?\u201d\n\nAnd Polly held her close, saying in that tender voice of hers, \u201cI did n't mean to let a lover part this pair of friends if I could help it.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_90": "\u201d said Fanny tenderly, for all the coldness she had tried to hide from Polly, had melted in the sudden sunshine that had come to her.\n\n\u201cDo you always?\u201d asked her friend, leaning forward with an irresistible desire to win back the old-time love and confidence, too precious to be exchanged for a little brief excitement or the barren honor of \u201cbagging a bird,\u201d to use Trix's elegant expression. Fanny understood it then, and threw herself into Polly's arms, crying, with a shower of grateful tears; <|Q|>\u201cOh, my dear! my dear! did you do it for my sake?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd Polly held her close, saying in that tender voice of hers, \u201cI did n't mean to let a lover part this pair of friends if I could help it.\u201d", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_28": "\" \"And who is he?\" asked Shahriman, and the Wazir answered, \"He is the Lord of justice and loyalty, the bruit of whose magnanimity the caravans have blazed abroad, the Sultan Sulayman Shah, Lord of the Green Land and the Two Columns and the Mountains of Ispahan; he who loveth justice and equity, and hateth oppression and iniquity. And he saith to thee that his son is with thee and in thy city; his son, his heart's very core and the fruit of his loins, and if he find him in safety, his aim is won and thou shalt have thanks and praise; but if he have been lost from thy realm or if aught of evil have befallen him, look thou for ruin and the wasting of thy reign! for this thy city shall become a wold wherein the raven shall croak. Thus have I done my errand to thee and peace be with thee!\" Now when King Shahriman heard from the messenger these words, his heart was troubled and he feared for his kingdom: so he cried out for his Grandees and Ministers, Chamberlains and Lieutenants; and, when they appeared, he said to them, <|Q|>\"Woe to you! Go down and search for the youth.\"<|Q|> Now the Prince was still under the headsman's hands, but he was changed by the fright he had undergone. Presently, the Wazir, chancing to glance around, saw the Prince on the rug of blood and recognised him; so he arose and threw himself upon him, and so did the other envoys. Then they proceeded to loose his bonds and they kissed his hands and feet, whereupon Taj al-Muluk opened his eyes and, recognising his father's Wazir and his friend Aziz, fell down a fainting for excess of delight in them. When King Shahriman made sure that the coming of this army was indeed because of this youth, he was confounded and feared with great fear; so he went up to Taj al- Muluk and, kissing his head, said to him,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_2": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Chamberlain Eunuch cried to the old woman, \"I know neither slave girl nor anyone else; and none shall enter here without my searching him according to the King's commands.\" Then quoth she, feigning to be angry, \"I thought thee a man of sense and good breeding; but, if thou be changed, I will let the Princess know of it and tell her how thou hinderest her slave girl;\" and she cried out to Taj al-Muluk, saying, <|Q|>\"Pass on, O damsel!\"<|Q|> So he passed on into the vestibule as she bade him, whilst the Eunuch was silent and said no more. The Prince counted five doors and entered the sixth where he found the Princess Dunya standing and awaiting him. As soon as she saw him, she knew him and clasped him to her breast, and he clasped her to his bosom. Presently the old woman came in to them, having made a pretext to dismiss the Princess's slave girls for fear of disgrace; and the Lady Dunya said to her,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_64": "\u201cBy the way, when is her uncle coming back?\u201d asked Fanny, who could n't wait any longer and joyfully seized the opening Polly made for her.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI'm sure I don't know.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNor care, I suppose, you hard-hearted thing.\u201d", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_1": "When it was the One Hundred and Thirty-fifth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Chamberlain Eunuch cried to the old woman, \"I know neither slave girl nor anyone else; and none shall enter here without my searching him according to the King's commands.\" Then quoth she, feigning to be angry, <|Q|>\"I thought thee a man of sense and good breeding; but, if thou be changed, I will let the Princess know of it and tell her how thou hinderest her slave girl;\"<|Q|> and she cried out to Taj al-Muluk, saying, \"Pass on, O damsel!\" So he passed on into the vestibule as she bade him, whilst the Eunuch was silent and said no more. The Prince counted five doors and entered the sixth where he found the Princess Dunya standing and awaiting him. As soon as she saw him, she knew him and clasped him to her breast, and he clasped her to his bosom. Presently the old woman came in to them, having made a pretext to dismiss the Princess's slave girls for fear of disgrace; and the Lady Dunya said to her,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_4": "\" So he passed on into the vestibule as she bade him, whilst the Eunuch was silent and said no more. The Prince counted five doors and entered the sixth where he found the Princess Dunya standing and awaiting him. As soon as she saw him, she knew him and clasped him to her breast, and he clasped her to his bosom. Presently the old woman came in to them, having made a pretext to dismiss the Princess's slave girls for fear of disgrace; and the Lady Dunya said to her, \"Be thou our door keeper!\" So she and Taj al- Muluk abode alone together and ceased not kissing and embracing and twining leg with leg till dawn.[FN#46] When day drew near, she left him and, shutting the door upon him, passed into another chamber, where she sat down as was her wont, whilst her slave women came in to her, and she attended to their affairs and conversed with them. Then she said to them, <|Q|>\"Go forth from me now, for I wish to amuse myself in privacy.\"<|Q|> So they withdrew and she betook herself to Taj al-Muluk, and the old woman brought them food, of which they ate and returned to amorous dalliance till dawn. Then the door was locked upon him as on the day before; and they ceased not to do thus for a whole month. This is how it fared with Taj al-Muluk and the Lady Dunya; but as regards the Wazir and Aziz when they found that the Prince had gone to the Palace of the King's daughter and there delayed all the while, they concluded that he would never return from it and that he was lost for ever; and Aziz said to the Wazir,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_67": "\u201cWhy, Fan, what do you mean?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI'm not blind, my dear, neither is Tom, and when a young gentleman cuts a call abruptly short, and races after a young lady, and is seen holding her hand at the quietest corner of the park, and then goes travelling all of a sudden, we know what it means if you don't.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWho got up that nice idea, I should like to know?\u201d demanded Polly, as Fanny stopped for breath.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_7": "\" So they made ready at once and forthright set out for the Green Land and the Country of the Two Columns, and sought Sulayman Shah's capital. And they traversed the valleys night and day till they went in to the King, and acquainted him with what had befallen his son and how from the time he entered the Princess's Palace they had heard no news of him. At this the King was as though the Day of Doom had dawned for him and regret was sore upon him, and he proclaimed a Holy War[FN#47] throughout his realm. After which he sent forth his host without the town and pitched tents for them and took up his abode in his pavilion, whilst the levies came from all parts of the kingdom; for his subjects loved him by reason of his great justice and beneficence. Then he marched with an army walling the horizon, and departed in quest of his son. Thus far concerning them; but as regards Taj al-Muluk and the Lady Dunya the two remained as they were half a year's time, whilst every day they redoubled in mutual affection; and love and longing and passion and desire so pressed upon Taj al Muluk, that at last he opened his mind and said to her, <|Q|>\"Know, O beloved of my heart and vitals, that the longer I abide with thee, the more love and longing and passion and desire increase on me, for that I have not yet fulfilled the whole of my wish.\"<|Q|> Asked she, \"What then wouldst thou have, O light of my eyes and fruit of my vitals? If thou desire aught beside kissing and embracing and entwining of legs with legs, do what pleaseth thee; for, by Allah, no partner hath any part in us.\"[FN#48] But he answered \"It is not that I wish: I would fain acquaint thee with my true story. Know, then, that I am no merchant, nay, I am a King the son of a King, and my father's name is the supreme King Sulayman Shah, who sent his Wazir ambassador to thy father, to demand thee in marriage for me, but when the news came to thee thou wouldst not consent", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_68": "\u201cI'm not blind, my dear, neither is Tom, and when a young gentleman cuts a call abruptly short, and races after a young lady, and is seen holding her hand at the quietest corner of the park, and then goes travelling all of a sudden, we know what it means if you don't.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWho got up that nice idea, I should like to know?\u201d<|Q|> demanded Polly, as Fanny stopped for breath.\n\n\u201cNow don't be affected, Polly, but just tell me, like a dear, has n't he proposed?\u201d", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_8": "\" So they made ready at once and forthright set out for the Green Land and the Country of the Two Columns, and sought Sulayman Shah's capital. And they traversed the valleys night and day till they went in to the King, and acquainted him with what had befallen his son and how from the time he entered the Princess's Palace they had heard no news of him. At this the King was as though the Day of Doom had dawned for him and regret was sore upon him, and he proclaimed a Holy War[FN#47] throughout his realm. After which he sent forth his host without the town and pitched tents for them and took up his abode in his pavilion, whilst the levies came from all parts of the kingdom; for his subjects loved him by reason of his great justice and beneficence. Then he marched with an army walling the horizon, and departed in quest of his son. Thus far concerning them; but as regards Taj al-Muluk and the Lady Dunya the two remained as they were half a year's time, whilst every day they redoubled in mutual affection; and love and longing and passion and desire so pressed upon Taj al Muluk, that at last he opened his mind and said to her, \"Know, O beloved of my heart and vitals, that the longer I abide with thee, the more love and longing and passion and desire increase on me, for that I have not yet fulfilled the whole of my wish.\" Asked she, <|Q|>\"What then wouldst thou have, O light of my eyes and fruit of my vitals? If thou desire aught beside kissing and embracing and entwining of legs with legs, do what pleaseth thee; for, by Allah, no partner hath any part in us.\"[FN#48<|Q|>] But he answered \"It is not that I wish: I would fain acquaint thee with my true story. Know, then, that I am no merchant, nay, I am a King the son of a King, and my father's name is the supreme King Sulayman Shah, who sent his Wazir ambassador to thy father, to demand thee in marriage for me, but when the news came to thee thou wouldst not consent.\" Then he told her his past from first to last, nor is there any avail in a twice told tale, and he added,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_40": "\" And he told her the whole tale that her lover was the son of King Sulayman Shah and sought her to wife and he added, \"The marriage waiteth only for thy consent.\" Thereat she smiled and said, \"Did I not tell thee that he was the son of a Sultan? By Allah, there is no help for it but that I let him crucify thee on a bit of wood worth two pieces of silver!\" Replied the King, \"O my daughter, have mercy on me, so Allah have mercy on thee!\" Rejoined she, <|Q|>\"Up with you and make haste and go bring him to me without delay.\"<|Q|> Quoth the King, \"On my head and eyes be it!\"; and he left her and, going in hastily to Taj al-Muluk, repeated her words in his ear.[FN#53] So he arose and accompanied the King to the Princess, and when she caught sight of her lover, she took hold of him and embraced him in her father's presence and hung upon him and kissed him, saying, \"Thou hast desolated me by thine absence!\" Then she turned to her father and said,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_10": "\"It is not that I wish: I would fain acquaint thee with my true story. Know, then, that I am no merchant, nay, I am a King the son of a King, and my father's name is the supreme King Sulayman Shah, who sent his Wazir ambassador to thy father, to demand thee in marriage for me, but when the news came to thee thou wouldst not consent.\" Then he told her his past from first to last, nor is there any avail in a twice told tale, and he added, <|Q|>\"And now I wish to return to my father, that he may send an ambassador to thy sire, to demand thee in wedlock for me, so we may be at ease.\"<|Q|> When she heard these words, she joyed with great joy because it suited with her own wishes, and they passed the night on this understanding. But it so befel by the decree of Destiny that sleep overcame them that night above all nights and they remained till the sun had risen. Now at this hour, King Shahriman was sitting on his cushion of estate, with his Emirs and Grandees before him, when the Syndic of the goldsmiths presented himself between his hands, carrying a large box. And he advanced and opening it in presence of the King, brought out therefrom a casket of fine work worth an hundred thousand diners, for that which was therein of precious stones, rubies and emeralds beyond the competence of any sovereign on earth to procure. When the King saw this, he marvelled at its beauty; and, turning to the Chief Eunuch (him with whom the old woman had had to do), said to him,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_12": "\" When she heard these words, she joyed with great joy because it suited with her own wishes, and they passed the night on this understanding. But it so befel by the decree of Destiny that sleep overcame them that night above all nights and they remained till the sun had risen. Now at this hour, King Shahriman was sitting on his cushion of estate, with his Emirs and Grandees before him, when the Syndic of the goldsmiths presented himself between his hands, carrying a large box. And he advanced and opening it in presence of the King, brought out therefrom a casket of fine work worth an hundred thousand diners, for that which was therein of precious stones, rubies and emeralds beyond the competence of any sovereign on earth to procure. When the King saw this, he marvelled at its beauty; and, turning to the Chief Eunuch (him with whom the old woman had had to do), said to him, \"O Kafur,[FN#49] take this casket and wend with it to the Princess Dunya.\" The Castrato took the casket and repairing to the apartment of the King's daughter found the door shut and the old woman lying asleep on the threshold; whereupon said he, <|Q|>\"What! sleeping at this hour?\"<|Q|> When the old woman heard the Eunuch's voice she started from sleep and was terrified and said to him, \"Wait till I fetch the key.\" Then she went forth and fled for her life. Such was her case; but as regards the Epicene he, seeing her alarm, lifted the door off its hinge pins,[FN#50] and entering found the Lady Dunya with her arms round the neck of Taj al-Muluk and both fast asleep. At this sight he was confounded and was preparing to return to the King, when the Princess awoke, and seeing him, was terrified and changed colour and waxed pale, and said to him,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_73": "\u201cI don't think he'll ever say a word to me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, I am surprised!\u201d<|Q|> And Fanny drew a long breath, as if a load was off her mind. Then she added in a changed tone: \u201cBut don't you love him, Polly?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_14": "\" Then she went forth and fled for her life. Such was her case; but as regards the Epicene he, seeing her alarm, lifted the door off its hinge pins,[FN#50] and entering found the Lady Dunya with her arms round the neck of Taj al-Muluk and both fast asleep. At this sight he was confounded and was preparing to return to the King, when the Princess awoke, and seeing him, was terrified and changed colour and waxed pale, and said to him, <|Q|>\"O Kafur, veil thou what Allah hath veiled!\"[FN#51<|Q|>] But he replied, \"I cannot conceal aught from the King\"; and, locking the door on them, returned to Shahriman, who asked him, \"Hast thou given the casket to the Princess?\" Answered the Eunuch, \"Take the casket, here it is for I cannot conceal aught from thee. Know that I found a handsome young man by the side of the Princess and they two asleep in one bed and in mutual embrace.\" The King commanded them to be brought into the presence and said to them,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_15": "\" Then she went forth and fled for her life. Such was her case; but as regards the Epicene he, seeing her alarm, lifted the door off its hinge pins,[FN#50] and entering found the Lady Dunya with her arms round the neck of Taj al-Muluk and both fast asleep. At this sight he was confounded and was preparing to return to the King, when the Princess awoke, and seeing him, was terrified and changed colour and waxed pale, and said to him, \"O Kafur, veil thou what Allah hath veiled!\"[FN#51] But he replied, <|Q|>\"I cannot conceal aught from the King\"<|Q|>; and, locking the door on them, returned to Shahriman, who asked him, \"Hast thou given the casket to the Princess?\" Answered the Eunuch, \"Take the casket, here it is for I cannot conceal aught from thee. Know that I found a handsome young man by the side of the Princess and they two asleep in one bed and in mutual embrace.\" The King commanded them to be brought into the presence and said to them, \"What manner of thing is this", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_16": "\" Then she went forth and fled for her life. Such was her case; but as regards the Epicene he, seeing her alarm, lifted the door off its hinge pins,[FN#50] and entering found the Lady Dunya with her arms round the neck of Taj al-Muluk and both fast asleep. At this sight he was confounded and was preparing to return to the King, when the Princess awoke, and seeing him, was terrified and changed colour and waxed pale, and said to him, \"O Kafur, veil thou what Allah hath veiled!\"[FN#51] But he replied, \"I cannot conceal aught from the King\"; and, locking the door on them, returned to Shahriman, who asked him, <|Q|>\"Hast thou given the casket to the Princess?\"<|Q|> Answered the Eunuch, \"Take the casket, here it is for I cannot conceal aught from thee. Know that I found a handsome young man by the side of the Princess and they two asleep in one bed and in mutual embrace.\" The King commanded them to be brought into the presence and said to them, \"What manner of thing is this?\" and, being violently enraged, seized a dagger and was about to strike Taj al-Muluk with it, when the Lady Dunya threw herself upon him and said to her father,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_17": "\" Then she went forth and fled for her life. Such was her case; but as regards the Epicene he, seeing her alarm, lifted the door off its hinge pins,[FN#50] and entering found the Lady Dunya with her arms round the neck of Taj al-Muluk and both fast asleep. At this sight he was confounded and was preparing to return to the King, when the Princess awoke, and seeing him, was terrified and changed colour and waxed pale, and said to him, \"O Kafur, veil thou what Allah hath veiled!\"[FN#51] But he replied, \"I cannot conceal aught from the King\"; and, locking the door on them, returned to Shahriman, who asked him, \"Hast thou given the casket to the Princess?\" Answered the Eunuch, <|Q|>\"Take the casket, here it is for I cannot conceal aught from thee. Know that I found a handsome young man by the side of the Princess and they two asleep in one bed and in mutual embrace.\"<|Q|> The King commanded them to be brought into the presence and said to them, \"What manner of thing is this?\" and, being violently enraged, seized a dagger and was about to strike Taj al-Muluk with it, when the Lady Dunya threw herself upon him and said to her father, \"Slay me before thou slayest him.\" The King reviled her and commended her to be taken back to her chamber: then he turned to Taj al-Muluk and said to him,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_18": "\"I cannot conceal aught from the King\"; and, locking the door on them, returned to Shahriman, who asked him, \"Hast thou given the casket to the Princess?\" Answered the Eunuch, \"Take the casket, here it is for I cannot conceal aught from thee. Know that I found a handsome young man by the side of the Princess and they two asleep in one bed and in mutual embrace.\" The King commanded them to be brought into the presence and said to them, <|Q|>\"What manner of thing is this?\"<|Q|> and, being violently enraged, seized a dagger and was about to strike Taj al-Muluk with it, when the Lady Dunya threw herself upon him and said to her father, \"Slay me before thou slayest him.\" The King reviled her and commended her to be taken back to her chamber: then he turned to Taj al-Muluk and said to him, \"Woe to thee! whence art thou? Who is thy father and what hath emboldened thee to debauch my daughter", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_50": "\" Replied Taj al-Muluk, \"So be it!\" Then the Prince returned to the city and Aziz journeyed on till he came to his native town; and he entered it and ceased not faring till he went in to his mother and found that she had built him a monument in the midst of the house and used to visit it continually. When he entered, he saw her with hair dishevelled and dispread over the tomb, weeping and repeating these lines,\n\n<|Q|>\"Indeed I'm strong to bear whate'er befal; * But weak to bear such parting's dire mischance: What heart estrangement of the friend can bear? * What strength withstand assault of severance?\"<|Q|>\n\nThen sobs burst from her breast, and she recited also these couplets,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_22": "\" The King reviled her and commended her to be taken back to her chamber: then he turned to Taj al-Muluk and said to him, \"Woe to thee! whence art thou? Who is thy father and what hath emboldened thee to debauch my daughter?\" Replied the Prince, \"Know, O King, that if thou put me to death, thou art a lost man, and thou and all in thy dominions will repent the deed.\" Quoth the King, \"How so?\"; and quoth Taj al-Muluk <|Q|>\"Know that I am the son of King Sulayman Shah, and ere thou knowest it, he will be upon thee with his horse and foot.\"<|Q|> When King Shahriman heard these words he would have deferred killing Taj al-Muluk and would rather have put him in prison, till he should look into the truth of his words; but his Wazir said to him, \"O King of the Age, it is my opinion that thou make haste to slay this gallows bird who dares debauch the daughters of Kings.\" So the King cried to the headsman, \"Strike off his head; for he is a traitor", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_20": "\" The King commanded them to be brought into the presence and said to them, \"What manner of thing is this?\" and, being violently enraged, seized a dagger and was about to strike Taj al-Muluk with it, when the Lady Dunya threw herself upon him and said to her father, \"Slay me before thou slayest him.\" The King reviled her and commended her to be taken back to her chamber: then he turned to Taj al-Muluk and said to him, <|Q|>\"Woe to thee! whence art thou? Who is thy father and what hath emboldened thee to debauch my daughter?\"<|Q|> Replied the Prince, \"Know, O King, that if thou put me to death, thou art a lost man, and thou and all in thy dominions will repent the deed.\" Quoth the King, \"How so?\"; and quoth Taj al-Muluk \"Know that I am the son of King Sulayman Shah, and ere thou knowest it, he will be upon thee with his horse and foot.\" When King Shahriman heard these words he would have deferred killing Taj al-Muluk and would rather have put him in prison, till he should look into the truth of his words; but his Wazir said to him,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_51": "\u201cYes,\u201d said Polly, before she could stop herself, and then could have bitten her tongue out for being so rude. Another awful pause seemed impending, but just at that moment a horseman clattered by with a smile and a salute, which caused Polly to exclaim, \u201cOh, there's Tom!\u201d with a tone and a look that silenced the words hovering on Sydney's lips, and caused him to hold out his hand with a look which made Polly's heart flutter then and ache with pity for a good while afterward, though he only said, <|Q|>\u201cGood by, Polly.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe was gone before she could do anything but look up at him with a remorseful face, and she walked on, feeling that the first and perhaps the only lover she would ever have, had read his answer and accepted it in silence. She did not know what else he had read, and comforted herself with the thought that he did not care for her very much, since he took the first rebuff so quickly.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_23": "\"Know, O King, that if thou put me to death, thou art a lost man, and thou and all in thy dominions will repent the deed.\" Quoth the King, \"How so?\"; and quoth Taj al-Muluk \"Know that I am the son of King Sulayman Shah, and ere thou knowest it, he will be upon thee with his horse and foot.\" When King Shahriman heard these words he would have deferred killing Taj al-Muluk and would rather have put him in prison, till he should look into the truth of his words; but his Wazir said to him, <|Q|>\"O King of the Age, it is my opinion that thou make haste to slay this gallows bird who dares debauch the daughters of Kings.\"<|Q|> So the King cried to the headsman, \"Strike off his head; for he is a traitor.\" Accordingly, the herdsman took him and bound him fast and raised his hand to the Emirs, signing to consult them, a first and a second signal, thinking thereby to gain time in this matter;[FN#52] but the King cried in anger to him, \"How long wilt thou consult others? If thou consult them again I will strike off thine own head.;' So the headsman raised his hand till the hair of his armpit showed' and was about to smite his neck, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_4": "'But I do not see,' said the chamberlain, 'how that will help us to bring back our lost prince and princess.'\n\n<|Q|>'It is all I can do for you,'<|Q|> answered the Mother of Sheaths; and she went into the back of the cavern, where they dared not follow her.\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_24": "\"Know that I am the son of King Sulayman Shah, and ere thou knowest it, he will be upon thee with his horse and foot.\" When King Shahriman heard these words he would have deferred killing Taj al-Muluk and would rather have put him in prison, till he should look into the truth of his words; but his Wazir said to him, \"O King of the Age, it is my opinion that thou make haste to slay this gallows bird who dares debauch the daughters of Kings.\" So the King cried to the headsman, <|Q|>\"Strike off his head; for he is a traitor.\"<|Q|> Accordingly, the herdsman took him and bound him fast and raised his hand to the Emirs, signing to consult them, a first and a second signal, thinking thereby to gain time in this matter;[FN#52] but the King cried in anger to him, \"How long wilt thou consult others? If thou consult them again I will strike off thine own head.;' So the headsman raised his hand till the hair of his armpit showed' and was about to smite his neck, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_26": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the headsman raised his hand to smite off his head when behold, loud cries arose and the folk closed their shops; whereupon the King said to the headsman, \"Wait awhile,\" and despatched one to learn the news. The messenger fared forth and presently returned and reported, \"I saw an army like the dashing sea with its clashing surge: and their horses curvetting till earth trembleth with the tramp; and I know no more of them.\" When the King heard this, he was confounded and feared for his realm lest it should be torn from him; so he turned to his Minister and said, <|Q|>\"Have not any of our army gone forth to meet this army?\"<|Q|> But ere he had done speaking, his Chamberlains entered with messengers from the King who was approaching, and amongst them the Wazir who had accompanied Taj al-Muluk. They began by saluting the King, who rose to receive them and bade them draw near, and asked the cause of their coming; whereupon the Minister came forward from amongst them and stood before him and said \"Know that he who hath come down upon thy realm is no King like unto the Kings of yore and the Sultans that went before", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_27": "\" When the King heard this, he was confounded and feared for his realm lest it should be torn from him; so he turned to his Minister and said, \"Have not any of our army gone forth to meet this army?\" But ere he had done speaking, his Chamberlains entered with messengers from the King who was approaching, and amongst them the Wazir who had accompanied Taj al-Muluk. They began by saluting the King, who rose to receive them and bade them draw near, and asked the cause of their coming; whereupon the Minister came forward from amongst them and stood before him and said <|Q|>\"Know that he who hath come down upon thy realm is no King like unto the Kings of yore and the Sultans that went before.\"<|Q|> \"And who is he?\" asked Shahriman, and the Wazir answered, \"He is the Lord of justice and loyalty, the bruit of whose magnanimity the caravans have blazed abroad, the Sultan Sulayman Shah, Lord of the Green Land and the Two Columns and the Mountains of Ispahan; he who loveth justice and equity, and hateth oppression and iniquity. And he saith to thee that his son is with thee and in thy city; his son, his heart's very core and the fruit of his loins, and if he find him in safety, his aim is won and thou shalt have thanks and praise; but if he have been lost from thy realm or if aught of evil have befallen him, look thou for ruin and the wasting of thy reign! for this thy city shall become a wold wherein the raven shall croak. Thus have I done my errand to thee and peace be with thee!\" Now when King Shahriman heard from the messenger these words, his heart was troubled and he feared for his kingdom: so he cried out for his Grandees and Ministers, Chamberlains and Lieutenants; and, when they appeared, he said to them,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_0": "When it was the One Hundred and Thirty-fifth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Chamberlain Eunuch cried to the old woman, <|Q|>\"I know neither slave girl nor anyone else; and none shall enter here without my searching him according to the King's commands.\"<|Q|> Then quoth she, feigning to be angry, \"I thought thee a man of sense and good breeding; but, if thou be changed, I will let the Princess know of it and tell her how thou hinderest her slave girl;\" and she cried out to Taj al-Muluk, saying, \"Pass on, O damsel!\" So he passed on into the vestibule as she bade him, whilst the Eunuch was silent and said no more. The Prince counted five doors and entered the sixth where he found the Princess Dunya standing and awaiting him. As soon as she saw him, she knew him and clasped him to her breast, and he clasped her to his bosom. Presently the old woman came in to them, having made a pretext to dismiss the Princess's slave girls for fear of disgrace; and the Lady Dunya said to her,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_29": "\" Now the Prince was still under the headsman's hands, but he was changed by the fright he had undergone. Presently, the Wazir, chancing to glance around, saw the Prince on the rug of blood and recognised him; so he arose and threw himself upon him, and so did the other envoys. Then they proceeded to loose his bonds and they kissed his hands and feet, whereupon Taj al-Muluk opened his eyes and, recognising his father's Wazir and his friend Aziz, fell down a fainting for excess of delight in them. When King Shahriman made sure that the coming of this army was indeed because of this youth, he was confounded and feared with great fear; so he went up to Taj al- Muluk and, kissing his head, said to him, <|Q|>\"O my son, be not wroth with me, neither blame the sinner for his sin; but have compassion on my grey hairs, and waste not my realm.\"<|Q|> Whereupon Taj al-Muluk drew near unto him and kissing his hand, replied, \"No harm shall come to thee, for indeed thou art to me as my father; but look that nought befal my beloved, the Lady Dunya!\" Rejoined the King, \"O my lord! fear not for her; naught but joy shall betide her;\" and he went on to excuse himself and made his peace with Sulayman Shah's Wazir to whom he promised much money, if he would conceal from the King what he had seen. Then he bade his Chief Officers take the Prince with them and repair to the Hammam and clothe him in one of the best of his own suits and bring him back speedily. So they obeyed his bidding and bore him to the bath and clad him in the clothes which King Shahriman had set apart for him; and brought him back to the presence chamber. When he entered the King rose to receive him and made all his Grandees stand in attendance on him. Then Taj al-Muluk sat down to converse with his father's Wazir and with Aziz, and he acquainted them with what had befallen him; after which they said to him,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_34": "\"During that delay we returned to thy father and gave him to know that thou didst enter the palace of the Princess and didst not return therefrom, and thy case seemed doubtful to us. But when thy sire heard of this he mustered his forces; then we came to this land and indeed our coming hath brought to thee relief in extreme case and to us great joy.\" Quoth he, \"Good fortune hath attended your every action, first and last.\" While this was doing King Shahriman went in to his daughter Princess Dunya, and found her wailing and weeping for Taj al-Muluk. Moreover, she had taken a sword and fixed the hilt in the ground and had set the point to the middle of her heart between her breasts; and she bent over the blade saying, <|Q|>\"Needs must I slay myself and not survive my beloved.\"<|Q|> When her father entered and saw her in this case, he cried out to her, saying, \"O Princess of kings' daughters, hold thy hand and have ruth on thy sire and the folk of thy realm!\" Then he came up to her and continued, \"Let it not be that an ill thing befal thy father for thy sake!\" And he told her the whole tale that her lover was the son of King Sulayman Shah and sought her to wife and he added, \"The marriage waiteth only for thy consent", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_30": "\" Now the Prince was still under the headsman's hands, but he was changed by the fright he had undergone. Presently, the Wazir, chancing to glance around, saw the Prince on the rug of blood and recognised him; so he arose and threw himself upon him, and so did the other envoys. Then they proceeded to loose his bonds and they kissed his hands and feet, whereupon Taj al-Muluk opened his eyes and, recognising his father's Wazir and his friend Aziz, fell down a fainting for excess of delight in them. When King Shahriman made sure that the coming of this army was indeed because of this youth, he was confounded and feared with great fear; so he went up to Taj al- Muluk and, kissing his head, said to him, \"O my son, be not wroth with me, neither blame the sinner for his sin; but have compassion on my grey hairs, and waste not my realm.\" Whereupon Taj al-Muluk drew near unto him and kissing his hand, replied, <|Q|>\"No harm shall come to thee, for indeed thou art to me as my father; but look that nought befal my beloved, the Lady Dunya!\"<|Q|> Rejoined the King, \"O my lord! fear not for her; naught but joy shall betide her;\" and he went on to excuse himself and made his peace with Sulayman Shah's Wazir to whom he promised much money, if he would conceal from the King what he had seen. Then he bade his Chief Officers take the Prince with them and repair to the Hammam and clothe him in one of the best of his own suits and bring him back speedily. So they obeyed his bidding and bore him to the bath and clad him in the clothes which King Shahriman had set apart for him; and brought him back to the presence chamber. When he entered the King rose to receive him and made all his Grandees stand in attendance on him. Then Taj al-Muluk sat down to converse with his father's Wazir and with Aziz, and he acquainted them with what had befallen him; after which they said to him,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_31": "\" Now the Prince was still under the headsman's hands, but he was changed by the fright he had undergone. Presently, the Wazir, chancing to glance around, saw the Prince on the rug of blood and recognised him; so he arose and threw himself upon him, and so did the other envoys. Then they proceeded to loose his bonds and they kissed his hands and feet, whereupon Taj al-Muluk opened his eyes and, recognising his father's Wazir and his friend Aziz, fell down a fainting for excess of delight in them. When King Shahriman made sure that the coming of this army was indeed because of this youth, he was confounded and feared with great fear; so he went up to Taj al- Muluk and, kissing his head, said to him, \"O my son, be not wroth with me, neither blame the sinner for his sin; but have compassion on my grey hairs, and waste not my realm.\" Whereupon Taj al-Muluk drew near unto him and kissing his hand, replied, \"No harm shall come to thee, for indeed thou art to me as my father; but look that nought befal my beloved, the Lady Dunya!\" Rejoined the King, <|Q|>\"O my lord! fear not for her; naught but joy shall betide her;\"<|Q|> and he went on to excuse himself and made his peace with Sulayman Shah's Wazir to whom he promised much money, if he would conceal from the King what he had seen. Then he bade his Chief Officers take the Prince with them and repair to the Hammam and clothe him in one of the best of his own suits and bring him back speedily. So they obeyed his bidding and bore him to the bath and clad him in the clothes which King Shahriman had set apart for him; and brought him back to the presence chamber. When he entered the King rose to receive him and made all his Grandees stand in attendance on him. Then Taj al-Muluk sat down to converse with his father's Wazir and with Aziz, and he acquainted them with what had befallen him; after which they said to him,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_33": "\" and he went on to excuse himself and made his peace with Sulayman Shah's Wazir to whom he promised much money, if he would conceal from the King what he had seen. Then he bade his Chief Officers take the Prince with them and repair to the Hammam and clothe him in one of the best of his own suits and bring him back speedily. So they obeyed his bidding and bore him to the bath and clad him in the clothes which King Shahriman had set apart for him; and brought him back to the presence chamber. When he entered the King rose to receive him and made all his Grandees stand in attendance on him. Then Taj al-Muluk sat down to converse with his father's Wazir and with Aziz, and he acquainted them with what had befallen him; after which they said to him, \"During that delay we returned to thy father and gave him to know that thou didst enter the palace of the Princess and didst not return therefrom, and thy case seemed doubtful to us. But when thy sire heard of this he mustered his forces; then we came to this land and indeed our coming hath brought to thee relief in extreme case and to us great joy.\" Quoth he, <|Q|>\"Good fortune hath attended your every action, first and last.\"<|Q|> While this was doing King Shahriman went in to his daughter Princess Dunya, and found her wailing and weeping for Taj al-Muluk. Moreover, she had taken a sword and fixed the hilt in the ground and had set the point to the middle of her heart between her breasts; and she bent over the blade saying, \"Needs must I slay myself and not survive my beloved.\" When her father entered and saw her in this case, he cried out to her, saying,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_35": "\" While this was doing King Shahriman went in to his daughter Princess Dunya, and found her wailing and weeping for Taj al-Muluk. Moreover, she had taken a sword and fixed the hilt in the ground and had set the point to the middle of her heart between her breasts; and she bent over the blade saying, \"Needs must I slay myself and not survive my beloved.\" When her father entered and saw her in this case, he cried out to her, saying, <|Q|>\"O Princess of kings' daughters, hold thy hand and have ruth on thy sire and the folk of thy realm!\"<|Q|> Then he came up to her and continued, \"Let it not be that an ill thing befal thy father for thy sake!\" And he told her the whole tale that her lover was the son of King Sulayman Shah and sought her to wife and he added, \"The marriage waiteth only for thy consent.\" Thereat she smiled and said, \"Did I not tell thee that he was the son of a Sultan? By Allah, there is no help for it but that I let him crucify thee on a bit of wood worth two pieces of silver", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_36": "\" While this was doing King Shahriman went in to his daughter Princess Dunya, and found her wailing and weeping for Taj al-Muluk. Moreover, she had taken a sword and fixed the hilt in the ground and had set the point to the middle of her heart between her breasts; and she bent over the blade saying, \"Needs must I slay myself and not survive my beloved.\" When her father entered and saw her in this case, he cried out to her, saying, \"O Princess of kings' daughters, hold thy hand and have ruth on thy sire and the folk of thy realm!\" Then he came up to her and continued, <|Q|>\"Let it not be that an ill thing befal thy father for thy sake!\"<|Q|> And he told her the whole tale that her lover was the son of King Sulayman Shah and sought her to wife and he added, \"The marriage waiteth only for thy consent.\" Thereat she smiled and said, \"Did I not tell thee that he was the son of a Sultan? By Allah, there is no help for it but that I let him crucify thee on a bit of wood worth two pieces of silver!\" Replied the King, \"O my daughter, have mercy on me, so Allah have mercy on thee", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_37": "\"Needs must I slay myself and not survive my beloved.\" When her father entered and saw her in this case, he cried out to her, saying, \"O Princess of kings' daughters, hold thy hand and have ruth on thy sire and the folk of thy realm!\" Then he came up to her and continued, \"Let it not be that an ill thing befal thy father for thy sake!\" And he told her the whole tale that her lover was the son of King Sulayman Shah and sought her to wife and he added, <|Q|>\"The marriage waiteth only for thy consent.\"<|Q|> Thereat she smiled and said, \"Did I not tell thee that he was the son of a Sultan? By Allah, there is no help for it but that I let him crucify thee on a bit of wood worth two pieces of silver!\" Replied the King, \"O my daughter, have mercy on me, so Allah have mercy on thee!\" Rejoined she, \"Up with you and make haste and go bring him to me without delay.\" Quoth the King, \"On my head and eyes be it!\"; and he left her and, going in hastily to Taj al-Muluk, repeated her words in his ear.[FN#53] So he arose and accompanied the King to the Princess, and when she caught sight of her lover, she took hold of him and embraced him in her father's presence and hung upon him and kissed him, saying,", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_18": "'How did you come here?' he asked coldly, more than half regretting that he had not left her to her fate; but she read what was in his heart, and fell on her knees before him.\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, forgive me my wickedness,'<|Q|> she cried, 'for indeed I have repented of it long ago, and come to the aid of your father who has been sorely smitten by that mad archduke from whom you have just saved me! There is no time to pursue him,' she added, as the prince started at the sound of the vanishing hoofs; and as they pushed their way along the path she told him all that had happened since they had last met.\n\n'From the moment that the king knew of my cruelty to your sister", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_39": "\"Let it not be that an ill thing befal thy father for thy sake!\" And he told her the whole tale that her lover was the son of King Sulayman Shah and sought her to wife and he added, \"The marriage waiteth only for thy consent.\" Thereat she smiled and said, \"Did I not tell thee that he was the son of a Sultan? By Allah, there is no help for it but that I let him crucify thee on a bit of wood worth two pieces of silver!\" Replied the King, <|Q|>\"O my daughter, have mercy on me, so Allah have mercy on thee!\"<|Q|> Rejoined she, \"Up with you and make haste and go bring him to me without delay.\" Quoth the King, \"On my head and eyes be it!\"; and he left her and, going in hastily to Taj al-Muluk, repeated her words in his ear.[FN#53] So he arose and accompanied the King to the Princess, and when she caught sight of her lover, she took hold of him and embraced him in her father's presence and hung upon him and kissed him, saying,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_11": "\" When she heard these words, she joyed with great joy because it suited with her own wishes, and they passed the night on this understanding. But it so befel by the decree of Destiny that sleep overcame them that night above all nights and they remained till the sun had risen. Now at this hour, King Shahriman was sitting on his cushion of estate, with his Emirs and Grandees before him, when the Syndic of the goldsmiths presented himself between his hands, carrying a large box. And he advanced and opening it in presence of the King, brought out therefrom a casket of fine work worth an hundred thousand diners, for that which was therein of precious stones, rubies and emeralds beyond the competence of any sovereign on earth to procure. When the King saw this, he marvelled at its beauty; and, turning to the Chief Eunuch (him with whom the old woman had had to do), said to him, <|Q|>\"O Kafur,[FN#49] take this casket and wend with it to the Princess Dunya.\"<|Q|> The Castrato took the casket and repairing to the apartment of the King's daughter found the door shut and the old woman lying asleep on the threshold; whereupon said he, \"What! sleeping at this hour?\" When the old woman heard the Eunuch's voice she started from sleep and was terrified and said to him, \"Wait till I fetch the key.\" Then she went forth and fled for her life. Such was her case; but as regards the Epicene he, seeing her alarm, lifted the door off its hinge pins,[FN#50] and entering found the Lady Dunya with her arms round the neck of Taj al-Muluk and both fast asleep. At this sight he was confounded and was preparing to return to the King, when the Princess awoke, and seeing him, was terrified and changed colour and waxed pale, and said to him,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_41": "\"Up with you and make haste and go bring him to me without delay.\" Quoth the King, \"On my head and eyes be it!\"; and he left her and, going in hastily to Taj al-Muluk, repeated her words in his ear.[FN#53] So he arose and accompanied the King to the Princess, and when she caught sight of her lover, she took hold of him and embraced him in her father's presence and hung upon him and kissed him, saying, <|Q|>\"Thou hast desolated me by thine absence!\"<|Q|> Then she turned to her father and said, \"Sawest thou ever any that could do hurt to the like of this beautiful being, who is moreover a King, the son of a King and of the free born,[FN#54] guarded against ignoble deeds?\" There upon King Shahriman went out shutting the door on them with his own hand; and he returned to the Wazir and to the other envoys of Sulayman Shah and bade them inform their King that his son was in health and gladness and enjoying all delight of life with his beloved. So they returned to King Sulayman and acquainted him with this; whereupon King Shahriman ordered largesse of money and vivers to the troops of King Sulayman Shah; and, when they had conveyed all he had commanded, he bade be brought out an hundred coursers and an hundred dromedaries and an hundred white slaves and an hundred concubines and an hundred black slaves and an hundred female slaves; all of which he forwarded to the King as a present. Then he took horse, with his Grandees and Chief Officers, and rode out of the city in the direction of the King's camp. As soon as Sultan Sulayman Shah knew of his approach, he rose and advanced many paces to meet him. Now the Wazir and Aziz had told him all the tidings, whereat he rejoiced and cried,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_42": "\" Quoth the King, \"On my head and eyes be it!\"; and he left her and, going in hastily to Taj al-Muluk, repeated her words in his ear.[FN#53] So he arose and accompanied the King to the Princess, and when she caught sight of her lover, she took hold of him and embraced him in her father's presence and hung upon him and kissed him, saying, \"Thou hast desolated me by thine absence!\" Then she turned to her father and said, <|Q|>\"Sawest thou ever any that could do hurt to the like of this beautiful being, who is moreover a King, the son of a King and of the free born,[FN#54] guarded against ignoble deeds?\"<|Q|> There upon King Shahriman went out shutting the door on them with his own hand; and he returned to the Wazir and to the other envoys of Sulayman Shah and bade them inform their King that his son was in health and gladness and enjoying all delight of life with his beloved. So they returned to King Sulayman and acquainted him with this; whereupon King Shahriman ordered largesse of money and vivers to the troops of King Sulayman Shah; and, when they had conveyed all he had commanded, he bade be brought out an hundred coursers and an hundred dromedaries and an hundred white slaves and an hundred concubines and an hundred black slaves and an hundred female slaves; all of which he forwarded to the King as a present. Then he took horse, with his Grandees and Chief Officers, and rode out of the city in the direction of the King's camp. As soon as Sultan Sulayman Shah knew of his approach, he rose and advanced many paces to meet him. Now the Wazir and Aziz had told him all the tidings, whereat he rejoiced and cried,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_43": "\" There upon King Shahriman went out shutting the door on them with his own hand; and he returned to the Wazir and to the other envoys of Sulayman Shah and bade them inform their King that his son was in health and gladness and enjoying all delight of life with his beloved. So they returned to King Sulayman and acquainted him with this; whereupon King Shahriman ordered largesse of money and vivers to the troops of King Sulayman Shah; and, when they had conveyed all he had commanded, he bade be brought out an hundred coursers and an hundred dromedaries and an hundred white slaves and an hundred concubines and an hundred black slaves and an hundred female slaves; all of which he forwarded to the King as a present. Then he took horse, with his Grandees and Chief Officers, and rode out of the city in the direction of the King's camp. As soon as Sultan Sulayman Shah knew of his approach, he rose and advanced many paces to meet him. Now the Wazir and Aziz had told him all the tidings, whereat he rejoiced and cried, <|Q|>\"Praise be to Allah who hath granted the dearest wish of my son!\"<|Q|> Then King Sulayman took King Shahriman in his arms and seated him beside himself on the royal couch, where they conversed awhile and had pleasure in each other's conversation. Presently food was set before them, and they ate till they were satisfied; and sweetmeats and dried fruits were brought, and they enjoyed their dessert. And after a while came to them Taj al-Muluk, richly dressed and adorned, and when his father saw him, he stood up and embraced him and kissed him. Then all who were sitting rose to do him honour; and the two Kings seated him between them and they sat conversing a while, after which quoth King Sulayman Shah to King Shahriman,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_44": "\" Then King Sulayman took King Shahriman in his arms and seated him beside himself on the royal couch, where they conversed awhile and had pleasure in each other's conversation. Presently food was set before them, and they ate till they were satisfied; and sweetmeats and dried fruits were brought, and they enjoyed their dessert. And after a while came to them Taj al-Muluk, richly dressed and adorned, and when his father saw him, he stood up and embraced him and kissed him. Then all who were sitting rose to do him honour; and the two Kings seated him between them and they sat conversing a while, after which quoth King Sulayman Shah to King Shahriman, <|Q|>\"I desire to have the marriage contract between my son and thy daughter drawn up in the presence of witnesses, that the wedding may be made public, even as is the custom of Kings.\"<|Q|> \"I hear and I obey,\" quoth King Shahriman and thereon summoned the Kazi and the witnesses, who came and wrote out the marriage contract between Taj al-Muluk and the Lady Dunya. Then they gave bakhshish[FN#55] of money and sweetmeats; and lavished incense and essences; and indeed it was a day of joy and gladness and all the grandees and soldiers rejoiced therein. Then King Shahriman proceeded to dower and equip his daughter; and Taj al-Muluk said to his sire,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_45": "\" Then King Sulayman took King Shahriman in his arms and seated him beside himself on the royal couch, where they conversed awhile and had pleasure in each other's conversation. Presently food was set before them, and they ate till they were satisfied; and sweetmeats and dried fruits were brought, and they enjoyed their dessert. And after a while came to them Taj al-Muluk, richly dressed and adorned, and when his father saw him, he stood up and embraced him and kissed him. Then all who were sitting rose to do him honour; and the two Kings seated him between them and they sat conversing a while, after which quoth King Sulayman Shah to King Shahriman, \"I desire to have the marriage contract between my son and thy daughter drawn up in the presence of witnesses, that the wedding may be made public, even as is the custom of Kings.\" <|Q|>\"I hear and I obey,\"<|Q|> quoth King Shahriman and thereon summoned the Kazi and the witnesses, who came and wrote out the marriage contract between Taj al-Muluk and the Lady Dunya. Then they gave bakhshish[FN#55] of money and sweetmeats; and lavished incense and essences; and indeed it was a day of joy and gladness and all the grandees and soldiers rejoiced therein. Then King Shahriman proceeded to dower and equip his daughter; and Taj al-Muluk said to his sire,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_47": "\"Of a truth, this young man Aziz is of the generous and hath done me a notable service, having borne weariness with me; and he hath travelled with me and hath brought me to my desire. He ceased never to show sufferance with me and exhort me to patience till I accomplished my intent; and now he hath abided with us two whole years, and he cut off from his native land. So now I purpose to equip him with merchandise, that he may depart hence with a light heart; for his country is nearhand.\" Replied his father, <|Q|>\"Right is thy rede;\"<|Q|> so they made ready an hundred loads of the richest stuffs and the most costly, and Taj al-Muluk presented them with great store of money to Aziz, and farewelled him, saying, \"O my brother and my true friend! take these loads and accept them from me by way of gift and token of affection, and go in peace to thine own country.\" Aziz accepted the presents and kissing the ground between the hands of the Prince and his father bade them adieu. Moreover, Taj al-Muluk mounted and accompanied him three miles on his homeward way as a proof of amity, after which Aziz conjured him to turn back, saying,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_48": "\"Of a truth, this young man Aziz is of the generous and hath done me a notable service, having borne weariness with me; and he hath travelled with me and hath brought me to my desire. He ceased never to show sufferance with me and exhort me to patience till I accomplished my intent; and now he hath abided with us two whole years, and he cut off from his native land. So now I purpose to equip him with merchandise, that he may depart hence with a light heart; for his country is nearhand.\" Replied his father, \"Right is thy rede;\" so they made ready an hundred loads of the richest stuffs and the most costly, and Taj al-Muluk presented them with great store of money to Aziz, and farewelled him, saying, <|Q|>\"O my brother and my true friend! take these loads and accept them from me by way of gift and token of affection, and go in peace to thine own country.\"<|Q|> Aziz accepted the presents and kissing the ground between the hands of the Prince and his father bade them adieu. Moreover, Taj al-Muluk mounted and accompanied him three miles on his homeward way as a proof of amity, after which Aziz conjured him to turn back, saying, \"By Allah, O my master, were it not for my mother, I never would part from thee! But, good my lord! leave me not without news of thee.\" Replied Taj al-Muluk, \"So be it!\" Then the Prince returned to the city and Aziz journeyed on till he came to his native town; and he entered it and ceased not faring till he went in to his mother and found that she had built him a monument in the midst of the house and used to visit it continually. When he entered, he saw her with hair dishevelled and dispread over the tomb, weeping and repeating these lines,", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_31": "[Illustration: THE PRINCESS SAVES THE WHITE FOX]\n\n<|Q|>'What collar are you talking about?'<|Q|> asked the king, who was lying on another bed, with the physicians bending over him. 'Here is one that I picked up among some cinders, before that madman shot me -- perhaps it may be the one you want, or, at all events, it may do as well.' And he signed to an attendant to take the collar from the pocket of his velvet jerkin.\n\nThe princess leapt forward with joy at the sight of the precious thing, and snatching it from the hand of the man she placed it round the neck of the fox. All present held their breath as they watched what was happening; and what did happen was that his legs grew longer and longer, and his nose grew shorter and shorter. The fox was gone, and in his stead there lay Perarthrites, in a coat of thick white fur.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_19": "\"Take the casket, here it is for I cannot conceal aught from thee. Know that I found a handsome young man by the side of the Princess and they two asleep in one bed and in mutual embrace.\" The King commanded them to be brought into the presence and said to them, \"What manner of thing is this?\" and, being violently enraged, seized a dagger and was about to strike Taj al-Muluk with it, when the Lady Dunya threw herself upon him and said to her father, <|Q|>\"Slay me before thou slayest him.\"<|Q|> The King reviled her and commended her to be taken back to her chamber: then he turned to Taj al-Muluk and said to him, \"Woe to thee! whence art thou? Who is thy father and what hath emboldened thee to debauch my daughter?\" Replied the Prince, \"Know, O King, that if thou put me to death, thou art a lost man, and thou and all in thy dominions will repent the deed.\" Quoth the King, \"How so?\"; and quoth Taj al-Muluk", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_0": "Now the king of Lombardy was cousin to the Archduke of Placenza, who had lately lost his reason, to the great grief of his son and daughter, Perarthrites and Ferrandina. The doctors having all failed to restore him to health, the prince and princess sent a messenger to consult a famous enchantress, called the Mother of Sheaths, because everyone who visited her brought with him a knife, which she thrust into one of the sheaths with which her cavern was lined. However, they obtained little comfort from the witch, who bade them <|Q|>'seek their father's wits in the place where he had lost them.'<|Q|> Against the wishes of the chief ministers, Perarthrites and Ferrandina rode off to the mysterious castle where the king had slept when his terrible fate had overtaken him, and, once inside the gates, nothing more was heard of them.\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_2": "'Carry this comb and the collar to every court until you find a lady beautiful enough to unlock the collar, and a man good enough to draw the comb from its case. When you have discovered these, you can return whence you came.'\n\n<|Q|>'But I do not see,'<|Q|> said the chamberlain, 'how that will help us to bring back our lost prince and princess.'\n\n'It is all I can do for you,' answered the Mother of Sheaths; and she went into the back of the cavern, where they dared not follow her.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_1": "When three weeks had passed and still there was no news, the king's chief minister called a council to talk over the matter, and, at the end, it was decided that a company of distinguished persons should visit the Mother of Sheaths, and that the knives they must take with them should be of pure gold, richly set with precious stones. The witch was so pleased with the beauty of the gifts that she not only listened attentively to their story, but proceeded to a hole in the cavern, from which she drew out a little case containing a comb, and a steel collar, fastened by a gold key.\n\n<|Q|>'Carry this comb and the collar to every court until you find a lady beautiful enough to unlock the collar, and a man good enough to draw the comb from its case. When you have discovered these, you can return whence you came.'<|Q|>\n\n'But I do not see,' said the chamberlain, 'how that will help us to bring back our lost prince and princess.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_3": "'Carry this comb and the collar to every court until you find a lady beautiful enough to unlock the collar, and a man good enough to draw the comb from its case. When you have discovered these, you can return whence you came.'\n\n'But I do not see,' said the chamberlain, <|Q|>'how that will help us to bring back our lost prince and princess.'<|Q|>\n\n'It is all I can do for you,' answered the Mother of Sheaths; and she went into the back of the cavern, where they dared not follow her.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_14_alcott_64kb_85": "\u201cMercy! What an idea!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, that's the plain English of half your fashionable matches. I 'm'odd,' you know, and prefer to be an independent spinster and teach music all my days.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh, but you won't. You were made for a nice, happy home of your own, and I hope you'll get it, Polly, dear,\u201d said Fanny warmly, feeling so grateful to Polly, that she found it hard not to pour out all her secret at once.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_36": "But though the prince of Lombardy was rejoiced to see his friend and cousin again, his heart still bled for the beautiful lady who had vanished so mysteriously. His face was so troubled that the governor of the island marked it, and asked what was the matter. 'Oh! help me, if you can,' cried the prince. 'The thought of the sufferings that the enchanted nymph may be undergoing tortures me!'\n\n'They are far worse than you can imagine,' gravely replied the governor; <|Q|>'but if you still possess your comb, you may yet relieve her of them. Ah! that is well,'<|Q|> he continued, as the prince quickly drew the comb from its case. 'Now follow me.'\n\nNot only the prince, but every one else followed; and the governor led them down a long gallery to a heavy iron door, which flew open at its own accord. But what a sight met the prince's eyes! The lady whom he had last beheld in peerless beauty was sitting in a chair wrapped in flames, which were twisting like hair about her head. Her face was swollen and red; her mouth was open as if gasping for breath. Only her arms and neck were as lovely as ever in their whiteness.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_7": "An approaching storm drove him into the grotto, which was lighted up by a multitude of tapers, each one being in the shape of a knife half out of its sheath. Over the bath was a tent-shaped covering of white, embroidered with sheaths, and from beneath it came a voice:\n\n<|Q|>'Prince, will you trust me whatever happens, knowing that my heart is yours, and as I feel that yours is mine? But, beware, for if you give the smallest sign of fear, when the tent is opened, you will lose me for ever.'<|Q|>\n\nShe did well to warn him; and even then he had much ado to keep the colour in his cheeks and his hand from trembling, for a crocodile's head with snapping jaws advanced towards him. With a mighty effort he managed to remain still, and to gaze steadily at the horrible beast, and as he did so, the head bent backwards, and beneath it was seen the lovely countenance of the Lady of the Shell.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_6": "If the princess was dreaming of her brother, he was no less thinking of her, on the wild sea-shore, whither the whirlwind had cast him. All was bleak and bare, except a green island which he could only see from the top of a high rock where he passed all his days, gazing on the waving palm trees and glittering waterfalls in the distance.\n\n<|Q|>'Suppose she should be there?'<|Q|> he said to himself; and though there was no reason to expect that the princess should be in that place more than in any other, he could not get the notion out of his head.\n\nA song, sung in the loveliest voice he had ever heard, roused the young man from his musings, and he instantly turned in the direction from which it had come. But though the singer seemed close to him he could see her nowhere, and indeed, no sooner had he reached one spot than the voice sounded in another direction, and he followed it up and down, till he was suddenly stopped by the sight of a large fish's skin, which lay stretched on the sand between the sea and the rocks. The thing was so ugly, that he stepped aside in disgust, and at that instant something leapt into the sea behind his back. This caused him to look round. The fish's skin was no longer there, but in a cave in the rock behind it he discovered a bath of ebony lined with gold, which glittered in the sunlight.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_8": "She did well to warn him; and even then he had much ado to keep the colour in his cheeks and his hand from trembling, for a crocodile's head with snapping jaws advanced towards him. With a mighty effort he managed to remain still, and to gaze steadily at the horrible beast, and as he did so, the head bent backwards, and beneath it was seen the lovely countenance of the Lady of the Shell.\n\n<|Q|>'Quick! prince! quick! the time is flying, comb me at once or I shall vanish from your sight.'<|Q|> At her words he took out the comb, but found to his surprise that it needed all his strength to draw it from its sheath. And, strange to say, that in proportion as the comb emerged from its sheath the lady's head was freed from its horrible covering, and her body rose a little more out of the water. When her shoulders and arms were freed, she called to him:\n\n'Enough, so far you have obeyed my orders. Now burn my skin.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_9": "'Quick! prince! quick! the time is flying, comb me at once or I shall vanish from your sight.' At her words he took out the comb, but found to his surprise that it needed all his strength to draw it from its sheath. And, strange to say, that in proportion as the comb emerged from its sheath the lady's head was freed from its horrible covering, and her body rose a little more out of the water. When her shoulders and arms were freed, she called to him:\n\n<|Q|>'Enough, so far you have obeyed my orders. Now burn my skin.'<|Q|>\n\n'Ah, that I can never do,' cried he; but the lady cut him short.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_10": "'Enough, so far you have obeyed my orders. Now burn my skin.'\n\n<|Q|>'Ah, that I can never do,'<|Q|> cried he; but the lady cut him short.\n\n'Then we shall both rue it for ever,' she said gravely; 'for I can only be the wife of him who will burn my skin.' And while he still stood hesitating, the curtains of the tent fell back on her, and the tapers fizzled out.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_11": "'Ah, that I can never do,' cried he; but the lady cut him short.\n\n<|Q|>'Then we shall both rue it for ever,'<|Q|> she said gravely; 'for I can only be the wife of him who will burn my skin.' And while he still stood hesitating, the curtains of the tent fell back on her, and the tapers fizzled out.\n\nBitterly repenting his slowness, he wandered towards the forest where a fire was burning, hardly knowing what he did; but on his way he almost fell over the skin, which was lying across his path.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_12": "'Ah, that I can never do,' cried he; but the lady cut him short.\n\n'Then we shall both rue it for ever,' she said gravely; <|Q|>'for I can only be the wife of him who will burn my skin.'<|Q|> And while he still stood hesitating, the curtains of the tent fell back on her, and the tapers fizzled out.\n\nBitterly repenting his slowness, he wandered towards the forest where a fire was burning, hardly knowing what he did; but on his way he almost fell over the skin, which was lying across his path.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_13": "[Illustration: 'QUICK! PRINCE! QUICK! THE TIME IS FLYING, COMB ME AT ONCE!']\n\n<|Q|>'Ah, fool that I was! This must be the skin she wished me to burn,'<|Q|> said he. And seizing it in both hands he flung it into the fire, where it exploded with a terrific noise. At first he rushed off to some distance, not knowing what might next befall, but after a while found that his steps had led him back to the place of the fire. The skin had gone and left no traces, but among the cinders he beheld something shining, which proved to be the magic collar. Ah! then his sister, for whom he had so greatly longed, must be near at last! And before he could turn his head or pick up the collar, her arms were round his neck, and everything else was forgotten.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_5": "\u201cAre of every kind.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cVisits, no doubt?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, not visits. Visits are not frequent at the Bastile.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_14": "' said he. And seizing it in both hands he flung it into the fire, where it exploded with a terrific noise. At first he rushed off to some distance, not knowing what might next befall, but after a while found that his steps had led him back to the place of the fire. The skin had gone and left no traces, but among the cinders he beheld something shining, which proved to be the magic collar. Ah! then his sister, for whom he had so greatly longed, must be near at last! And before he could turn his head or pick up the collar, her arms were round his neck, and everything else was forgotten.\n\n<|Q|>'You shall tell your story first,'<|Q|> she said, when at length they could speak. And so he did; but his head was so full of the Lady of the Shell that he forgot to say anything about the fox. And it was well that he had forgotten, for when the princess had poured forth her own adventures, she ended up by speaking of all she owed to the little white fox.\n\n'You cannot even guess the care he took of me in the little palace. But though nothing could exceed his kindness, I saw by his eyes that there was something he wanted me to give him, but I could not tell what. Alas! the day came that I learnt it to my cost. I had hidden the collar in a thick bush, lest the fox should catch sight of it and be scared away as the other animals had been. But, one day, when we were in the garden, the sun happened to shine straight on it, and he sprang towards it with every sign of delight. He was about to seize it between his teeth when it closed with a loud noise. The fox fled away with a piercing scream, and though I have sought him far and wide, I have never seen him since. I was here when you flung the skin into the cinders, and no doubt, in my hurry to escape, the collar must have dropped from me. Ah, dear brother", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_17": "The prince was standing on the rock, looking out towards the lovely island, and straining his eyes to see the white sail once more, when frightful shrieks from the wood a little way off caused him to hasten with all his speed in that direction. He soon perceived a knight on horseback with a bow slung to his back, struggling to lift a woman on to his saddle. The knights' surprise at the sight of a man in this desolate spot caused him to drop the woman's arm, and she rushed to take shelter behind her defender, who, to his amazement, then recognised his step-mother.\n\n<|Q|>'How did you come here?'<|Q|> he asked coldly, more than half regretting that he had not left her to her fate; but she read what was in his heart, and fell on her knees before him.\n\n'Oh, forgive me my wickedness,' she cried, 'for indeed I have repented of it long ago, and come to the aid of your father who has been sorely smitten by that mad archduke from whom you have just saved me! There is no time to pursue him,' she added, as the prince started at the sound of the vanishing hoofs; and as they pushed their way along the path she told him all that had happened since they had last met.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_38": "\" When her father entered and saw her in this case, he cried out to her, saying, \"O Princess of kings' daughters, hold thy hand and have ruth on thy sire and the folk of thy realm!\" Then he came up to her and continued, \"Let it not be that an ill thing befal thy father for thy sake!\" And he told her the whole tale that her lover was the son of King Sulayman Shah and sought her to wife and he added, \"The marriage waiteth only for thy consent.\" Thereat she smiled and said, <|Q|>\"Did I not tell thee that he was the son of a Sultan? By Allah, there is no help for it but that I let him crucify thee on a bit of wood worth two pieces of silver!\"<|Q|> Replied the King, \"O my daughter, have mercy on me, so Allah have mercy on thee!\" Rejoined she, \"Up with you and make haste and go bring him to me without delay.\" Quoth the King, \"On my head and eyes be it!\"; and he left her and, going in hastily to Taj al-Muluk, repeated her words in his ear.[FN#53] So he arose and accompanied the King to the Princess, and when she caught sight of her lover, she took hold of him and embraced him in her father's presence and hung upon him and kissed him, saying,", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_10": "\u201cWhat do you term my society -- the prisoners?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, no! -- your prisoners, indeed! I know well it is you who visit them, and not they you. By your society, I mean, my dear Baisemeaux, the society of which you are a member.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBaisemeaux looked fixedly at Aramis, and then, as if the idea which had flashed across his mind were impossible, \u201cOh,\u201d he said, \u201cI have very little society at present. If I must own it to you, dear M. d\u2019Herblay, the fact is, to stay at the Bastile appears, for the most part, distressing and distasteful to persons of the gay world. As for the ladies, it is never without a certain dread, which costs me infinite trouble to allay, that they succeed in reaching my quarters. And, indeed, how should they avoid trembling a little, poor things, when they see those gloomy dungeons, and reflect that they are inhabited by prisoners who -- \u201d And in proportion as the eyes of Baisemeaux concentrated their gaze on the face of Aramis, the worthy governor\u2019s tongue faltered more and more until it ended by stopping altogether.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_20": "'Oh, forgive me my wickedness,' she cried, 'for indeed I have repented of it long ago, and come to the aid of your father who has been sorely smitten by that mad archduke from whom you have just saved me! There is no time to pursue him,' she added, as the prince started at the sound of the vanishing hoofs; and as they pushed their way along the path she told him all that had happened since they had last met.\n\n<|Q|>'From the moment that the king knew of my cruelty to your sister,'<|Q|> said she, 'he vowed he would never see me again, and left the court in search of you both. I followed him secretly, but not being able to gain any tidings of him, consulted the Mother of Sheaths, who took me to rest in that island where the palm trees are waving. There she showed me a lovely princess who, under a spell, was forced daily to take the form of a crocodile, and when the dreaded moment arrived the skin appeared before her, and, shudder as she might, some unseen power impelled her to wrap herself in it and plunge into the sea. It is to this island I am leading you; but first we must find your sister, for on her presence hangs the life of the white fox -- if, indeed, he is not dead already.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_22": "'he vowed he would never see me again, and left the court in search of you both. I followed him secretly, but not being able to gain any tidings of him, consulted the Mother of Sheaths, who took me to rest in that island where the palm trees are waving. There she showed me a lovely princess who, under a spell, was forced daily to take the form of a crocodile, and when the dreaded moment arrived the skin appeared before her, and, shudder as she might, some unseen power impelled her to wrap herself in it and plunge into the sea. It is to this island I am leading you; but first we must find your sister, for on her presence hangs the life of the white fox -- if, indeed, he is not dead already.'\n\n'The white fox!' exclaimed the prince. <|Q|>'What do you know of him?'<|Q|>\n\n'Not much,' answered the queen; 'but, since I arrived on the island, he was always with us, and charmed us all. Yesterday we missed him, but in the evening a little boat drifted up on the sands, and in it lay the fox, covered with blood. While his wounds were being tended in the palace with all the care imaginable, I set out to consult a wizard, who told me that I must enter the skiff and seek for the prince and princess of Lombardy, and that if, in twenty-four hours, I could bring them into the presence of the fox, his life would be saved. On a rock along the beach I found your father with an arrow through his shoulder, from the bow of his cousin the mad archduke, who was drawing another from his quiver, destined for me, when I fled into the forest!'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_24": "'but, since I arrived on the island, he was always with us, and charmed us all. Yesterday we missed him, but in the evening a little boat drifted up on the sands, and in it lay the fox, covered with blood. While his wounds were being tended in the palace with all the care imaginable, I set out to consult a wizard, who told me that I must enter the skiff and seek for the prince and princess of Lombardy, and that if, in twenty-four hours, I could bring them into the presence of the fox, his life would be saved. On a rock along the beach I found your father with an arrow through his shoulder, from the bow of his cousin the mad archduke, who was drawing another from his quiver, destined for me, when I fled into the forest!'\n\n<|Q|>'My father so near!'<|Q|> cried the prince. 'We must return and seek him, and also look for my sister.'\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_25": "'but, since I arrived on the island, he was always with us, and charmed us all. Yesterday we missed him, but in the evening a little boat drifted up on the sands, and in it lay the fox, covered with blood. While his wounds were being tended in the palace with all the care imaginable, I set out to consult a wizard, who told me that I must enter the skiff and seek for the prince and princess of Lombardy, and that if, in twenty-four hours, I could bring them into the presence of the fox, his life would be saved. On a rock along the beach I found your father with an arrow through his shoulder, from the bow of his cousin the mad archduke, who was drawing another from his quiver, destined for me, when I fled into the forest!'\n\n'My father so near!' cried the prince. <|Q|>'We must return and seek him, and also look for my sister.'<|Q|>\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_26": "They found her in the grotto, with her father's head in her lap, trying vainly to staunch his wounds. Between them they contrived to carry him to the boat, which sailed swiftly towards the island. On the way the prince gently broke to his sister the sad state of the white fox.\n\n<|Q|>'Take me to him!'<|Q|> she said, as soon as the boat touched the island; and in silence the queen went down the path to the palace.\n\nThe white fox was lying on a soft mattress in front of a fire, his eyes closed, and a look on his face which told that death was not far distant. But he knew, somehow, that the princess was near him, and opened his eyes and wagged his tail feebly. The princess burst into sobs and tears, till a hand on her shoulder checked her.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_27": "The white fox was lying on a soft mattress in front of a fire, his eyes closed, and a look on his face which told that death was not far distant. But he knew, somehow, that the princess was near him, and opened his eyes and wagged his tail feebly. The princess burst into sobs and tears, till a hand on her shoulder checked her.\n\n<|Q|>'Why do you waste the few moments that are left you in this manner?'<|Q|> asked the governor of the island sternly. 'Place the collar you wear round his neck, and he will be cured at once. But you must act quickly.'\n\nThe princess seemed turned to stone as she listened. 'The collar!' she gasped. 'But I have not got it, I lost it in the forest!' And the thousand sheaths with which the walls were hung took up the cry:", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_17": "\u201cSecret or mysterious.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, M. d\u2019Herblay!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cConsider, now, don\u2019t deny it.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_29": "'Why do you waste the few moments that are left you in this manner?' asked the governor of the island sternly. 'Place the collar you wear round his neck, and he will be cured at once. But you must act quickly.'\n\nThe princess seemed turned to stone as she listened. 'The collar!' she gasped. <|Q|>'But I have not got it, I lost it in the forest!'<|Q|> And the thousand sheaths with which the walls were hung took up the cry:\n\n'The collar is lost! The collar is lost!'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_30": "The princess seemed turned to stone as she listened. 'The collar!' she gasped. 'But I have not got it, I lost it in the forest!' And the thousand sheaths with which the walls were hung took up the cry:\n\n<|Q|>'The collar is lost! The collar is lost!'<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration: THE PRINCESS SAVES THE WHITE FOX]", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_05_burton_64kb_49": "\" so they made ready an hundred loads of the richest stuffs and the most costly, and Taj al-Muluk presented them with great store of money to Aziz, and farewelled him, saying, \"O my brother and my true friend! take these loads and accept them from me by way of gift and token of affection, and go in peace to thine own country.\" Aziz accepted the presents and kissing the ground between the hands of the Prince and his father bade them adieu. Moreover, Taj al-Muluk mounted and accompanied him three miles on his homeward way as a proof of amity, after which Aziz conjured him to turn back, saying, <|Q|>\"By Allah, O my master, were it not for my mother, I never would part from thee! But, good my lord! leave me not without news of thee.\"<|Q|> Replied Taj al-Muluk, \"So be it!\" Then the Prince returned to the city and Aziz journeyed on till he came to his native town; and he entered it and ceased not faring till he went in to his mother and found that she had built him a monument in the midst of the house and used to visit it continually. When he entered, he saw her with hair dishevelled and dispread over the tomb, weeping and repeating these lines,\n\n\"Indeed I'm strong to bear whate'er befal; * But weak to bear such parting's dire mischance: What heart estrangement of the friend can bear? * What strength withstand assault of severance?\"", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_21": "\u201cI believe what I know.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI swear to you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cListen to me, my dear M. Baisemeaux; I say yes, you say no; one of us two necessarily says what is true, and the other, it inevitably follows, what is false.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_32": "[Illustration: THE PRINCESS SAVES THE WHITE FOX]\n\n'What collar are you talking about?' asked the king, who was lying on another bed, with the physicians bending over him. <|Q|>'Here is one that I picked up among some cinders, before that madman shot me -- perhaps it may be the one you want, or, at all events, it may do as well.'<|Q|> And he signed to an attendant to take the collar from the pocket of his velvet jerkin.\n\nThe princess leapt forward with joy at the sight of the precious thing, and snatching it from the hand of the man she placed it round the neck of the fox. All present held their breath as they watched what was happening; and what did happen was that his legs grew longer and longer, and his nose grew shorter and shorter. The fox was gone, and in his stead there lay Perarthrites, in a coat of thick white fur.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_34": "The princess leapt forward with joy at the sight of the precious thing, and snatching it from the hand of the man she placed it round the neck of the fox. All present held their breath as they watched what was happening; and what did happen was that his legs grew longer and longer, and his nose grew shorter and shorter. The fox was gone, and in his stead there lay Perarthrites, in a coat of thick white fur.\n\nBut though the prince of Lombardy was rejoiced to see his friend and cousin again, his heart still bled for the beautiful lady who had vanished so mysteriously. His face was so troubled that the governor of the island marked it, and asked what was the matter. 'Oh! help me, if you can,' cried the prince. <|Q|>'The thought of the sufferings that the enchanted nymph may be undergoing tortures me!'<|Q|>\n\n'They are far worse than you can imagine,' gravely replied the governor; 'but if you still possess your comb, you may yet relieve her of them. Ah! that is well,' he continued, as the prince quickly drew the comb from its case. 'Now follow me.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_35": "But though the prince of Lombardy was rejoiced to see his friend and cousin again, his heart still bled for the beautiful lady who had vanished so mysteriously. His face was so troubled that the governor of the island marked it, and asked what was the matter. 'Oh! help me, if you can,' cried the prince. 'The thought of the sufferings that the enchanted nymph may be undergoing tortures me!'\n\n<|Q|>'They are far worse than you can imagine,'<|Q|> gravely replied the governor; 'but if you still possess your comb, you may yet relieve her of them. Ah! that is well,' he continued, as the prince quickly drew the comb from its case. 'Now follow me.'\n\nNot only the prince, but every one else followed; and the governor led them down a long gallery to a heavy iron door, which flew open at its own accord. But what a sight met the prince's eyes! The lady whom he had last beheld in peerless beauty was sitting in a chair wrapped in flames, which were twisting like hair about her head. Her face was swollen and red; her mouth was open as if gasping for breath. Only her arms and neck were as lovely as ever in their whiteness.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_5": "As soon as the princess had recovered from the shock she rose and fled, without knowing whither, until she found herself in a broad road, and beheld, approaching her, a flock of sheep driven by two shepherds. She hastened towards them in order to implore their help, when suddenly the sheep caught sight of her collar and instantly scattered in all directions.\n\n<|Q|>'I must have something about me which frightens all beasts,'<|Q|> she thought, and took great comfort therefrom; and in good spirits she went her way, till she came to the gates of an old castle. She was just about to enter and beg for a night's shelter, when a snow white fox ran across the road, and stopped in front of her.\n\nHe was so pretty, and had such bright beseeching eyes, that the princess hastily tucked the collar under her dress, lest he too should flee at the sight of it. Very gently she drew near, hoping he might follow her into the castle, but he only set off in another direction, and, tired though she was, something forced the girl to follow him. Thankful indeed was she when he turned a corner and sat down before the door of a tiny palace, which was built on the bank of a river. When she came up he took the hem of her dress between his teeth and led her into a room where there was a table covered with milk and fruit. After she had eaten and drunk, she lay down upon a pile of cushions, with the fox at her feet, and fell asleep to dream of her lost brother.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_28": "\u201cWell,\u201d resumed Aramis, \u201cif, I say, you are not a member of a secret or mysterious society, which you like to call it -- the epithet is of no consequence -- if, I say, you are not a member of a society similar to that I wish to designate, well, then, you will not understand a word of what I am going to say. That is all.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh! be sure beforehand that I shall not understand anything.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, well!\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_38": "Not only the prince, but every one else followed; and the governor led them down a long gallery to a heavy iron door, which flew open at its own accord. But what a sight met the prince's eyes! The lady whom he had last beheld in peerless beauty was sitting in a chair wrapped in flames, which were twisting like hair about her head. Her face was swollen and red; her mouth was open as if gasping for breath. Only her arms and neck were as lovely as ever in their whiteness.\n\n<|Q|>'This is your doing,'<|Q|> said the governor to the prince; 'you brought her to this when you burnt the crocodile's skin. Now try if, by combing, you can soothe her agony.'\n\nAt the first touch of the comb the flames became suddenly extinguished; at the second, the look of pain vanished from the face, and it shrank into its usual size; at the third, she rose from the chair, lovelier than she ever was before, and flung herself into the arms of her brother Perarthrites.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_2": "\u201cTell me, my dear Baisemeaux,\u201d said he, \u201chave you never had any other diversions at the Bastile than those at which I assisted during the two or three visits I have had the honor to pay you?\u201d\n\nThis address was so unexpected that the governor, like a vane which suddenly receives an impulsion opposed to that of the wind, was quite dumbfounded at it. \u201cDiversions!\u201d said he; <|Q|>\u201cbut I take them continually, monseigneur.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, to be sure! And these diversions?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_1": "The reader has not forgotten that, on quitting the Bastile, D\u2019Artagnan and the Comte de la Fere had left Aramis in close confabulation with Baisemeaux. When once these two guests had departed, Baisemeaux did not in the least perceive that the conversation suffered by their absence. He used to think that wine after supper, and that of the Bastile in particular, was excellent, and that it was a stimulation quite sufficient to make any honest man talkative. But he little knew his Greatness, who was never more impenetrable than at dessert. His Greatness, however, perfectly understood M. de Baisemeaux, when he reckoned on making the governor discourse by the means which the latter regarded as efficacious. The conversation, therefore, without flagging in appearance, flagged in reality; for Baisemeaux not only had it nearly all to himself, but further, kept speaking only of that singular event, the incarceration of Athos, followed by so prompt an order to set him again at liberty. Nor, moreover, had Baisemeaux failed to observe that the two orders of arrest and of liberation, were both in the king\u2019s hand. But then, the king would not take the trouble to write similar orders except under pressing circumstances. All this was very interesting, and, above all, very puzzling to Baisemeaux; but as, on the other hand, all this was very clear to Aramis, the latter did not attach to the occurrence the same importance as did the worthy governor. Besides, Aramis rarely put himself out of the way for anything, and he had not yet told M. de Baisemeaux for what reason he had now done so. And so at the very climax of Baisemeaux\u2019s dissertation, Aramis suddenly interrupted him.\n\n\u201cTell me, my dear Baisemeaux,\u201d said he, <|Q|>\u201chave you never had any other diversions at the Bastile than those at which I assisted during the two or three visits I have had the honor to pay you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThis address was so unexpected that the governor, like a vane which suddenly receives an impulsion opposed to that of the wind, was quite dumbfounded at it. \u201cDiversions!\u201d said he; \u201cbut I take them continually, monseigneur.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_0": "The reader has not forgotten that, on quitting the Bastile, D\u2019Artagnan and the Comte de la Fere had left Aramis in close confabulation with Baisemeaux. When once these two guests had departed, Baisemeaux did not in the least perceive that the conversation suffered by their absence. He used to think that wine after supper, and that of the Bastile in particular, was excellent, and that it was a stimulation quite sufficient to make any honest man talkative. But he little knew his Greatness, who was never more impenetrable than at dessert. His Greatness, however, perfectly understood M. de Baisemeaux, when he reckoned on making the governor discourse by the means which the latter regarded as efficacious. The conversation, therefore, without flagging in appearance, flagged in reality; for Baisemeaux not only had it nearly all to himself, but further, kept speaking only of that singular event, the incarceration of Athos, followed by so prompt an order to set him again at liberty. Nor, moreover, had Baisemeaux failed to observe that the two orders of arrest and of liberation, were both in the king\u2019s hand. But then, the king would not take the trouble to write similar orders except under pressing circumstances. All this was very interesting, and, above all, very puzzling to Baisemeaux; but as, on the other hand, all this was very clear to Aramis, the latter did not attach to the occurrence the same importance as did the worthy governor. Besides, Aramis rarely put himself out of the way for anything, and he had not yet told M. de Baisemeaux for what reason he had now done so. And so at the very climax of Baisemeaux\u2019s dissertation, Aramis suddenly interrupted him.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTell me, my dear Baisemeaux,\u201d<|Q|> said he, \u201chave you never had any other diversions at the Bastile than those at which I assisted during the two or three visits I have had the honor to pay you?\u201d\n\nThis address was so unexpected that the governor, like a vane which suddenly receives an impulsion opposed to that of the wind, was quite dumbfounded at it. \u201cDiversions!\u201d said he; \u201cbut I take them continually, monseigneur.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_3": "This address was so unexpected that the governor, like a vane which suddenly receives an impulsion opposed to that of the wind, was quite dumbfounded at it. \u201cDiversions!\u201d said he; \u201cbut I take them continually, monseigneur.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, to be sure! And these diversions?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAre of every kind.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_34": "\u201cBegin your questions,\u201d continued Baisemeaux, trembling.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou will agree, dear Monsieur de Baisemeaux,\u201d<|Q|> continued Aramis, with the same impassibility, \u201cthat it is evident a man cannot be a member of a society, it is evident that he cannot enjoy the advantages it offers to the affiliated, without being himself bound to certain little services.\u201d\n\n\u201cIn short,\u201d stammered Baisemeaux, \u201cthat would be intelligible, if -- \u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_4": "\u201cOh, to be sure! And these diversions?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAre of every kind.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cVisits, no doubt?\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_16": "'You cannot even guess the care he took of me in the little palace. But though nothing could exceed his kindness, I saw by his eyes that there was something he wanted me to give him, but I could not tell what. Alas! the day came that I learnt it to my cost. I had hidden the collar in a thick bush, lest the fox should catch sight of it and be scared away as the other animals had been. But, one day, when we were in the garden, the sun happened to shine straight on it, and he sprang towards it with every sign of delight. He was about to seize it between his teeth when it closed with a loud noise. The fox fled away with a piercing scream, and though I have sought him far and wide, I have never seen him since. I was here when you flung the skin into the cinders, and no doubt, in my hurry to escape, the collar must have dropped from me. Ah, dear brother,' she continued with tears in her eyes, <|Q|>'I can no longer live without my beloved fox; help me, I entreat you, to find him.'<|Q|>\n\nSo great was her grief that the prince dared not tell her what sad fate had overtaken the poor little animal, and trusted that time might soothe her. He assured her that he would go with her wherever she desired if she would grant him this one day to spend on the sea-shore; and with this the princess was forced to be content.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_7": "\u201cNo, not visits. Visits are not frequent at the Bastile.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat, are visits rare, then?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cVery much so.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_19": "'How did you come here?' he asked coldly, more than half regretting that he had not left her to her fate; but she read what was in his heart, and fell on her knees before him.\n\n'Oh, forgive me my wickedness,' she cried, <|Q|>'for indeed I have repented of it long ago, and come to the aid of your father who has been sorely smitten by that mad archduke from whom you have just saved me! There is no time to pursue him,'<|Q|> she added, as the prince started at the sound of the vanishing hoofs; and as they pushed their way along the path she told him all that had happened since they had last met.\n\n'From the moment that the king knew of my cruelty to your sister,' said she, 'he vowed he would never see me again, and left the court in search of you both. I followed him secretly, but not being able to gain any tidings of him, consulted the Mother of Sheaths, who took me to rest in that island where the palm trees are waving. There she showed me a lovely princess who, under a spell, was forced daily to take the form of a crocodile, and when the dreaded moment arrived the skin appeared before her, and, shudder as she might, some unseen power impelled her to wrap herself in it and plunge into the sea. It is to this island I am leading you; but first we must find your sister, for on her presence hangs the life of the white fox -- if, indeed, he is not dead already.'", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_9": "\u201cEven on the part of your society?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat do you term my society -- the prisoners?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, no! -- your prisoners, indeed! I know well it is you who visit them, and not they you. By your society, I mean, my dear Baisemeaux, the society of which you are a member.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_8": "\u201cVery much so.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cEven on the part of your society?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat do you term my society -- the prisoners?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_11": "Baisemeaux looked fixedly at Aramis, and then, as if the idea which had flashed across his mind were impossible, \u201cOh,\u201d he said, \u201cI have very little society at present. If I must own it to you, dear M. d\u2019Herblay, the fact is, to stay at the Bastile appears, for the most part, distressing and distasteful to persons of the gay world. As for the ladies, it is never without a certain dread, which costs me infinite trouble to allay, that they succeed in reaching my quarters. And, indeed, how should they avoid trembling a little, poor things, when they see those gloomy dungeons, and reflect that they are inhabited by prisoners who -- \u201d And in proportion as the eyes of Baisemeaux concentrated their gaze on the face of Aramis, the worthy governor\u2019s tongue faltered more and more until it ended by stopping altogether.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, you don\u2019t understand me, my dear M. Baisemeaux; you don\u2019t understand me. I do not at all mean to speak of society in general, but of a particular society -- of the society, in a word -- to which you are affiliated.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBaisemeaux nearly dropped the glass of muscat which he was in the act of raising to his lips. \u201cAffiliated,\u201d cried he, \u201caffiliated!\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_12": "\u201cNo, you don\u2019t understand me, my dear M. Baisemeaux; you don\u2019t understand me. I do not at all mean to speak of society in general, but of a particular society -- of the society, in a word -- to which you are affiliated.\u201d\n\nBaisemeaux nearly dropped the glass of muscat which he was in the act of raising to his lips. \u201cAffiliated,\u201d cried he, <|Q|>\u201caffiliated!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, affiliated, undoubtedly,\u201d repeated Aramis, with the greatest self-possession. \u201cAre you not a member of a secret society, my dear M. Baisemeaux?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_13": "Baisemeaux nearly dropped the glass of muscat which he was in the act of raising to his lips. \u201cAffiliated,\u201d cried he, \u201caffiliated!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, affiliated, undoubtedly,\u201d<|Q|> repeated Aramis, with the greatest self-possession. \u201cAre you not a member of a secret society, my dear M. Baisemeaux?\u201d\n\n\u201cSecret?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_42": "\u201cGo on, dear M. d\u2019Herblay: go on,\u201d said he.\n\nAramis then spoke, or rather recited the following paragraph, in the same tone as if he had been reading it from a book: \u201cThe aforesaid captain or governor of a fortress shall allow to enter, when need shall arise, and on demand of the prisoner, a confessor affiliated to the order.\u201d He stopped. Baisemeaux was quite distressing to look at, being so wretchedly pale and trembling. <|Q|>\u201cIs not that the text of the agreement?\u201d<|Q|> quietly asked Aramis.\n\n\u201cMonseigneur!\u201d began Baisemeaux.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_15": "\u201cYes, affiliated, undoubtedly,\u201d repeated Aramis, with the greatest self-possession. \u201cAre you not a member of a secret society, my dear M. Baisemeaux?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSecret?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSecret or mysterious.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_44": "\u201cAh! well, you begin to understand, I think.\u201d\n\n\u201cMonseigneur,\u201d cried Baisemeaux, <|Q|>\u201cdo not trifle so with my unhappy mind! I find myself as nothing in your hands, if you have the malignant desire to draw from me the little secrets of my administration.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh! by no means; pray undeceive yourself, dear M. Baisemeaux; it is not the little secrets of your administration, but those of your conscience that I aim at.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_28": "The white fox was lying on a soft mattress in front of a fire, his eyes closed, and a look on his face which told that death was not far distant. But he knew, somehow, that the princess was near him, and opened his eyes and wagged his tail feebly. The princess burst into sobs and tears, till a hand on her shoulder checked her.\n\n'Why do you waste the few moments that are left you in this manner?' asked the governor of the island sternly. <|Q|>'Place the collar you wear round his neck, and he will be cured at once. But you must act quickly.'<|Q|>\n\nThe princess seemed turned to stone as she listened. 'The collar!' she gasped. 'But I have not got it, I lost it in the forest!' And the thousand sheaths with which the walls were hung took up the cry:", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_47": "\u201cWell, then, my conscience be it, dear M. d\u2019Herblay. But have some consideration for the situation I am in, which is no ordinary one.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is no ordinary one, my dear monsieur,\u201d<|Q|> continued the inflexible Aramis, \u201cif you are a member of this society; but it is a quite natural one if free from all engagement. You are answerable only to the king.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, monsieur, well! I obey only the king, and whom else would you have a French nobleman obey?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_18": "\u201cOh, M. d\u2019Herblay!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cConsider, now, don\u2019t deny it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut believe me.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_33": "The princess leapt forward with joy at the sight of the precious thing, and snatching it from the hand of the man she placed it round the neck of the fox. All present held their breath as they watched what was happening; and what did happen was that his legs grew longer and longer, and his nose grew shorter and shorter. The fox was gone, and in his stead there lay Perarthrites, in a coat of thick white fur.\n\nBut though the prince of Lombardy was rejoiced to see his friend and cousin again, his heart still bled for the beautiful lady who had vanished so mysteriously. His face was so troubled that the governor of the island marked it, and asked what was the matter. <|Q|>'Oh! help me, if you can,'<|Q|> cried the prince. 'The thought of the sufferings that the enchanted nymph may be undergoing tortures me!'\n\n'They are far worse than you can imagine,' gravely replied the governor; 'but if you still possess your comb, you may yet relieve her of them. Ah! that is well,' he continued, as the prince quickly drew the comb from its case. 'Now follow me.'", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_20": "\u201cBut believe me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI believe what I know.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI swear to you.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_50": "\u201cWell, monsieur, well! I obey only the king, and whom else would you have a French nobleman obey?\u201d\n\nAramis did not yield an inch, but with that silvery voice of his continued: <|Q|>\u201cIt is very pleasant,\u201d<|Q|> said he, \u201cfor a French nobleman, for a prelate of France, to hear a man of your mark express himself so loyally, dear De Baisemeaux, and having heard you to believe no more than you do.\u201d\n\n\u201cHave you doubted, monsieur?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_23": "\u201cWell, and then?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, we shall come to an understanding presently.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cLet us see,\u201d said Baisemeaux; \u201clet us see.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_25": "\u201cLet us see,\u201d said Baisemeaux; \u201clet us see.\u201d\n\n\u201cNow drink your glass of muscat, dear Monsieur de Baisemeaux,\u201d said Aramis. <|Q|>\u201cWhat the devil! you look quite scared.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, no; not the least in the world; oh, no.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_24": "\u201cLet us see,\u201d said Baisemeaux; \u201clet us see.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNow drink your glass of muscat, dear Monsieur de Baisemeaux,\u201d<|Q|> said Aramis. \u201cWhat the devil! you look quite scared.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, no; not the least in the world; oh, no.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_26": "\u201cNow drink your glass of muscat, dear Monsieur de Baisemeaux,\u201d said Aramis. \u201cWhat the devil! you look quite scared.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, no; not the least in the world; oh, no.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDrink then.\u201d Baisemeaux drank, but he swallowed the wrong way.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_07_lang_64kb_37": "But though the prince of Lombardy was rejoiced to see his friend and cousin again, his heart still bled for the beautiful lady who had vanished so mysteriously. His face was so troubled that the governor of the island marked it, and asked what was the matter. 'Oh! help me, if you can,' cried the prince. 'The thought of the sufferings that the enchanted nymph may be undergoing tortures me!'\n\n'They are far worse than you can imagine,' gravely replied the governor; 'but if you still possess your comb, you may yet relieve her of them. Ah! that is well,' he continued, as the prince quickly drew the comb from its case. <|Q|>'Now follow me.'<|Q|>\n\nNot only the prince, but every one else followed; and the governor led them down a long gallery to a heavy iron door, which flew open at its own accord. But what a sight met the prince's eyes! The lady whom he had last beheld in peerless beauty was sitting in a chair wrapped in flames, which were twisting like hair about her head. Her face was swollen and red; her mouth was open as if gasping for breath. Only her arms and neck were as lovely as ever in their whiteness.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_29": "\u201cOh! be sure beforehand that I shall not understand anything.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, well!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTry, now; let us see!\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_31": "\u201cTry, now; let us see!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat is what I am going to do.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIf, on the contrary, you are one of the members of this society, you will immediately answer me -- yes or no.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_32": "\u201cThat is what I am going to do.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIf, on the contrary, you are one of the members of this society, you will immediately answer me -- yes or no.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBegin your questions,\u201d continued Baisemeaux, trembling.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_30": "\u201cWell, well!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTry, now; let us see!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat is what I am going to do.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_33": "\u201cIf, on the contrary, you are one of the members of this society, you will immediately answer me -- yes or no.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBegin your questions,\u201d<|Q|> continued Baisemeaux, trembling.\n\n\u201cYou will agree, dear Monsieur de Baisemeaux,\u201d continued Aramis, with the same impassibility, \u201cthat it is evident a man cannot be a member of a society, it is evident that he cannot enjoy the advantages it offers to the affiliated, without being himself bound to certain little services.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_6": "\u201cVisits, no doubt?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, not visits. Visits are not frequent at the Bastile.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat, are visits rare, then?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_35": "\u201cBegin your questions,\u201d continued Baisemeaux, trembling.\n\n\u201cYou will agree, dear Monsieur de Baisemeaux,\u201d continued Aramis, with the same impassibility, <|Q|>\u201cthat it is evident a man cannot be a member of a society, it is evident that he cannot enjoy the advantages it offers to the affiliated, without being himself bound to certain little services.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIn short,\u201d stammered Baisemeaux, \u201cthat would be intelligible, if -- \u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_63": "\u201cYes, I am going.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut you are behaving very strangely towards me, monseigneur.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI am behaving strangely -- how do you make that out?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_37": "\u201cAllow me,\u201d said Baisemeaux. \u201cI should not like to say absolutely.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere is an engagement entered into by all the governors and captains of fortresses affiliated to the order.\u201d<|Q|> Baisemeaux grew pale.\n\n\u201cNow the engagement,\u201d continued Aramis firmly, \u201cis of this nature.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_65": "\u201cI am behaving strangely -- how do you make that out?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHave you sworn, then, to put me to the torture?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, I should be sorry to do so.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_38": "\u201cThere is an engagement entered into by all the governors and captains of fortresses affiliated to the order.\u201d Baisemeaux grew pale.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNow the engagement,\u201d<|Q|> continued Aramis firmly, \u201cis of this nature.\u201d\n\nBaisemeaux rose, manifesting unspeakable emotion: \u201cGo on, dear M. d\u2019Herblay: go on,\u201d said he.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_40": "\u201cNow the engagement,\u201d continued Aramis firmly, \u201cis of this nature.\u201d\n\nBaisemeaux rose, manifesting unspeakable emotion: <|Q|>\u201cGo on, dear M. d\u2019Herblay: go on,\u201d<|Q|> said he.\n\nAramis then spoke, or rather recited the following paragraph, in the same tone as if he had been reading it from a book: \u201cThe aforesaid captain or governor of a fortress shall allow to enter, when need shall arise, and on demand of the prisoner, a confessor affiliated to the order.\u201d He stopped. Baisemeaux was quite distressing to look at, being so wretchedly pale and trembling. \u201cIs not that the text of the agreement", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_41": "Baisemeaux rose, manifesting unspeakable emotion: \u201cGo on, dear M. d\u2019Herblay: go on,\u201d said he.\n\nAramis then spoke, or rather recited the following paragraph, in the same tone as if he had been reading it from a book: <|Q|>\u201cThe aforesaid captain or governor of a fortress shall allow to enter, when need shall arise, and on demand of the prisoner, a confessor affiliated to the order.\u201d<|Q|> He stopped. Baisemeaux was quite distressing to look at, being so wretchedly pale and trembling. \u201cIs not that the text of the agreement?\u201d quietly asked Aramis.\n\n\u201cMonseigneur!\u201d began Baisemeaux.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_14": "Baisemeaux nearly dropped the glass of muscat which he was in the act of raising to his lips. \u201cAffiliated,\u201d cried he, \u201caffiliated!\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, affiliated, undoubtedly,\u201d repeated Aramis, with the greatest self-possession. <|Q|>\u201cAre you not a member of a secret society, my dear M. Baisemeaux?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSecret?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_72": "\u201cThe confessor affiliated to the order,\u201d said Aramis, without changing his voice.\n\nBut, gentle as the words were, they had the same effect on the unhappy governor as a clap of thunder. Baisemeaux became livid, and it seemed to him as if Aramis\u2019s beaming eyes were two forks of flame, piercing to the very bottom of his soul. \u201cThe confessor!\u201d murmured he; <|Q|>\u201cyou, monseigneur, the confessor of the order!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, I; but we have nothing to unravel together, seeing that you are not one of the affiliated.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_16": "\u201cSecret?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSecret or mysterious.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, M. d\u2019Herblay!\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_73": "But, gentle as the words were, they had the same effect on the unhappy governor as a clap of thunder. Baisemeaux became livid, and it seemed to him as if Aramis\u2019s beaming eyes were two forks of flame, piercing to the very bottom of his soul. \u201cThe confessor!\u201d murmured he; \u201cyou, monseigneur, the confessor of the order!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, I; but we have nothing to unravel together, seeing that you are not one of the affiliated.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMonseigneur!\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_45": "\u201cMonseigneur,\u201d cried Baisemeaux, \u201cdo not trifle so with my unhappy mind! I find myself as nothing in your hands, if you have the malignant desire to draw from me the little secrets of my administration.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh! by no means; pray undeceive yourself, dear M. Baisemeaux; it is not the little secrets of your administration, but those of your conscience that I aim at.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, then, my conscience be it, dear M. d\u2019Herblay. But have some consideration for the situation I am in, which is no ordinary one.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_46": "\u201cOh! by no means; pray undeceive yourself, dear M. Baisemeaux; it is not the little secrets of your administration, but those of your conscience that I aim at.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, then, my conscience be it, dear M. d\u2019Herblay. But have some consideration for the situation I am in, which is no ordinary one.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt is no ordinary one, my dear monsieur,\u201d continued the inflexible Aramis, \u201cif you are a member of this society; but it is a quite natural one if free from all engagement. You are answerable only to the king.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_49": "\u201cIt is no ordinary one, my dear monsieur,\u201d continued the inflexible Aramis, \u201cif you are a member of this society; but it is a quite natural one if free from all engagement. You are answerable only to the king.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, monsieur, well! I obey only the king, and whom else would you have a French nobleman obey?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAramis did not yield an inch, but with that silvery voice of his continued: \u201cIt is very pleasant,\u201d said he, \u201cfor a French nobleman, for a prelate of France, to hear a man of your mark express himself so loyally, dear De Baisemeaux, and having heard you to believe no more than you do.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_48": "\u201cWell, then, my conscience be it, dear M. d\u2019Herblay. But have some consideration for the situation I am in, which is no ordinary one.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is no ordinary one, my dear monsieur,\u201d continued the inflexible Aramis, <|Q|>\u201cif you are a member of this society; but it is a quite natural one if free from all engagement. You are answerable only to the king.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, monsieur, well! I obey only the king, and whom else would you have a French nobleman obey?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_51": "\u201cWell, monsieur, well! I obey only the king, and whom else would you have a French nobleman obey?\u201d\n\nAramis did not yield an inch, but with that silvery voice of his continued: \u201cIt is very pleasant,\u201d said he, <|Q|>\u201cfor a French nobleman, for a prelate of France, to hear a man of your mark express himself so loyally, dear De Baisemeaux, and having heard you to believe no more than you do.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHave you doubted, monsieur?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_22": "\u201cI swear to you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cListen to me, my dear M. Baisemeaux; I say yes, you say no; one of us two necessarily says what is true, and the other, it inevitably follows, what is false.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, and then?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_52": "Aramis did not yield an inch, but with that silvery voice of his continued: \u201cIt is very pleasant,\u201d said he, \u201cfor a French nobleman, for a prelate of France, to hear a man of your mark express himself so loyally, dear De Baisemeaux, and having heard you to believe no more than you do.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHave you doubted, monsieur?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI? oh, no!\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_53": "\u201cHave you doubted, monsieur?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI? oh, no!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd so you doubt no longer?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_83": "\u201cVery good. I like you better thus, monsieur,\u201d said Aramis, as he resumed his seat, and put out his glass to Baisemeaux, whose hand trembled so that he could not fill it. \u201cYou were saying \u2018but\u2019 -- \u201d continued Aramis.\n\n\u201cBut,\u201d replied the unhappy man, <|Q|>\u201chaving received no notice, I was very far from expecting it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDoes not the Gospel say, \u2018Watch, for the moment is known only of God?\u2019 Do not the rules of the order say, \u2018Watch, for that which I will, you ought always to will also.\u2019 And what pretext will serve you now that you did not expect the confessor, M. de Baisemeaux?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_82": "\u201cOf nothing at all, monseigneur.\u201d Baisemeaux lowered his voice, and bending before the prelate, said, \u201cI am at all times and in all places at the disposal of my superiors, but -- \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cVery good. I like you better thus, monsieur,\u201d<|Q|> said Aramis, as he resumed his seat, and put out his glass to Baisemeaux, whose hand trembled so that he could not fill it. \u201cYou were saying \u2018but\u2019 -- \u201d continued Aramis.\n\n\u201cBut,\u201d replied the unhappy man, \u201chaving received no notice, I was very far from expecting it.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_85": "\u201cDoes not the Gospel say, \u2018Watch, for the moment is known only of God?\u2019 Do not the rules of the order say, \u2018Watch, for that which I will, you ought always to will also.\u2019 And what pretext will serve you now that you did not expect the confessor, M. de Baisemeaux?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBecause, monseigneur, there is at present in the Bastile no prisoner ill.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAramis shrugged his shoulders. \u201cWhat do you know about that?\u201d said he.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_86": "\u201cBecause, monseigneur, there is at present in the Bastile no prisoner ill.\u201d\n\nAramis shrugged his shoulders. <|Q|>\u201cWhat do you know about that?\u201d<|Q|> said he.\n\n\u201cBut, nevertheless, it appears to me -- \u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_88": "\u201cWhat is it?\u201d asked Baisemeaux, sharply.\n\n\u201cMonsieur,\u201d said the man, <|Q|>\u201cthey are bringing you the doctor\u2019s return.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAramis looked at De Baisemeaux with a calm and confident eye.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_87": "\u201cBut, nevertheless, it appears to me -- \u201d\n\n\u201cM. de Baisemeaux,\u201d said Aramis, turning round in his chair, <|Q|>\u201chere is your servant, who wishes to speak with you;\u201d<|Q|> and at this moment, De Baisemeaux\u2019s servant appeared at the threshold of the door.\n\n\u201cWhat is it?\u201d asked Baisemeaux, sharply.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_60": "\u201cOh, yes! I understand that it is a more difficult position to have several masters than one; but the embarrassment is owing to you, my dear Baisemeaux, and I am not the cause of it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCertainly not,\u201d<|Q|> returned the unfortunate governor, more embarrassed than ever; \u201cbut what are you doing? You are leaving the table?\u201d\n\n\u201cAssuredly.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_92": "The messenger entered, saluted, and handed in the report. Baisemeaux ran his eye over it, and raising his head, said in surprise, \u201cNo. 12 is ill!\u201d\n\n\u201cHow was it, then,\u201d said Aramis, carelessly, <|Q|>\u201cthat you told me everybody was well in your hotel, M. de Baisemeaux?\u201d<|Q|> And he emptied his glass without removing his eyes from Baisemeaux.\n\nThe governor then made a sign to the messenger, and when he had quitted the room, said, still trembling, \u201cI think that there is in the article, \u2018on the prisoner\u2019s demand.\u2019\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_61": "\u201cOh, yes! I understand that it is a more difficult position to have several masters than one; but the embarrassment is owing to you, my dear Baisemeaux, and I am not the cause of it.\u201d\n\n\u201cCertainly not,\u201d returned the unfortunate governor, more embarrassed than ever; <|Q|>\u201cbut what are you doing? You are leaving the table?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAssuredly.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_36": "\u201cWell,\u201d resumed Aramis, \u201cthere is in the society of which I speak, and of which, as it seems you are not a member -- \u201d\n\n\u201cAllow me,\u201d said Baisemeaux. <|Q|>\u201cI should not like to say absolutely.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThere is an engagement entered into by all the governors and captains of fortresses affiliated to the order.\u201d Baisemeaux grew pale.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_64": "\u201cBut you are behaving very strangely towards me, monseigneur.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI am behaving strangely -- how do you make that out?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHave you sworn, then, to put me to the torture?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_95": "The governor then made a sign to the messenger, and when he had quitted the room, said, still trembling, \u201cI think that there is in the article, \u2018on the prisoner\u2019s demand.\u2019\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, it is so,\u201d answered Aramis. <|Q|>\u201cBut see what it is they want with you now.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd that moment a sergeant put his head in at the door. \u201cWhat do you want now?\u201d cried Baisemeaux. \u201cCan you not leave me in peace for ten minutes?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_66": "\u201cHave you sworn, then, to put me to the torture?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, I should be sorry to do so.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cRemain, then.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_68": "\u201cBecause I have no longer anything to do here; and, indeed, I have duties to fulfil elsewhere.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDuties, so late as this?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes; understand me now, my dear De Baisemeaux: they told me at the place whence I came, \u2018The aforesaid governor or captain will allow to enter, as need shall arise, on the prisoner\u2019s demand, a confessor affiliated with the order.\u2019 I came; you do not know what I mean, and so I shall return to tell them that they are mistaken, and that they must send me elsewhere.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_67": "\u201cAnd why?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBecause I have no longer anything to do here; and, indeed, I have duties to fulfil elsewhere.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDuties, so late as this?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_99": "\u201cMonsieur,\u201d said the sergeant, \u201cthe sick man, No. 12, has commissioned the turnkey to request you to send him a confessor.\u201d\n\nBaisemeaux very nearly sank on the floor; but Aramis disdained to reassure him, just as he had disdained to terrify him. <|Q|>\u201cWhat must I answer?\u201d<|Q|> inquired Baisemeaux.\n\n\u201cJust what you please,\u201d replied Aramis, compressing his lips; \u201cthat is your business. I am not the governor of the Bastile.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_71": "\u201cThe confessor affiliated to the order,\u201d said Aramis, without changing his voice.\n\nBut, gentle as the words were, they had the same effect on the unhappy governor as a clap of thunder. Baisemeaux became livid, and it seemed to him as if Aramis\u2019s beaming eyes were two forks of flame, piercing to the very bottom of his soul. <|Q|>\u201cThe confessor!\u201d<|Q|> murmured he; \u201cyou, monseigneur, the confessor of the order!\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, I; but we have nothing to unravel together, seeing that you are not one of the affiliated.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_43": "\u201cMonseigneur!\u201d began Baisemeaux.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh! well, you begin to understand, I think.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMonseigneur,\u201d cried Baisemeaux, \u201cdo not trifle so with my unhappy mind! I find myself as nothing in your hands, if you have the malignant desire to draw from me the little secrets of my administration.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_74": "\u201cMonseigneur!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd I understand that, not being so, you refuse to comply with its command.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMonseigneur, I beseech you, condescend to hear me.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_101": "Baisemeaux very nearly sank on the floor; but Aramis disdained to reassure him, just as he had disdained to terrify him. \u201cWhat must I answer?\u201d inquired Baisemeaux.\n\n\u201cJust what you please,\u201d replied Aramis, compressing his lips; <|Q|>\u201cthat is your business. I am not the governor of the Bastile.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTell the prisoner,\u201d cried Baisemeaux, quickly, -- \u201ctell the prisoner that his request is granted.\u201d The sergeant left the room. \u201cOh! monseigneur, monseigneur,\u201d murmured Baisemeaux, \u201chow could I have suspected! -- how could I have foreseen this!\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_76": "\u201cAnd wherefore?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonseigneur, I do not say that I have nothing to do with the society.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh! ah!\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_104": "\u201cJust what you please,\u201d replied Aramis, compressing his lips; \u201cthat is your business. I am not the governor of the Bastile.\u201d\n\n\u201cTell the prisoner,\u201d cried Baisemeaux, quickly, -- \u201ctell the prisoner that his request is granted.\u201d The sergeant left the room. \u201cOh! monseigneur, monseigneur,\u201d murmured Baisemeaux, <|Q|>\u201chow could I have suspected! -- how could I have foreseen this!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWho requested you to suspect, and who besought you to foresee?\u201d contemptuously answered Aramis. \u201cThe order suspects; the order knows; the order foresees -- is that not enough?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_105": "\u201cTell the prisoner,\u201d cried Baisemeaux, quickly, -- \u201ctell the prisoner that his request is granted.\u201d The sergeant left the room. \u201cOh! monseigneur, monseigneur,\u201d murmured Baisemeaux, \u201chow could I have suspected! -- how could I have foreseen this!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWho requested you to suspect, and who besought you to foresee?\u201d<|Q|> contemptuously answered Aramis. \u201cThe order suspects; the order knows; the order foresees -- is that not enough?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat is it you command?\u201d added Baisemeaux.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_78": "\u201cI say not that I refuse to obey.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNevertheless, M. de Baisemeaux, what has passed wears very much the air of resistance.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, no! monseigneur, no; I only wished to be certain.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_79": "\u201cNevertheless, M. de Baisemeaux, what has passed wears very much the air of resistance.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, no! monseigneur, no; I only wished to be certain.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTo be certain of what?\u201d said Aramis, in a tone of supreme contempt.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_80": "\u201cOh, no! monseigneur, no; I only wished to be certain.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo be certain of what?\u201d<|Q|> said Aramis, in a tone of supreme contempt.\n\n\u201cOf nothing at all, monseigneur.\u201d Baisemeaux lowered his voice, and bending before the prelate, said, \u201cI am at all times and in all places at the disposal of my superiors, but -- \u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_108": "\u201cWhat is it you command?\u201d added Baisemeaux.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI? -- nothing at all. I am nothing but a poor priest, a simple confessor. Have I your orders to go and see the sufferer?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, monseigneur, I do not order; I pray you to go.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_1": "Bruce Gordon didn't ask how Mother Corey had acquired the dope. When Earth had deported all addicts two decades before, it had practically begged for dope smuggling.\n\nThe gross hulk of Mother Corey appeared almost at once. <|Q|>\"Izzy and Bruce. Didn't know you'd met, cobbers. Contact, Izzy?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Ninety per cent for uncut,\" Izzy answered.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_2": "The gross hulk of Mother Corey appeared almost at once. \"Izzy and Bruce. Didn't know you'd met, cobbers. Contact, Izzy?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Ninety per cent for uncut,\"<|Q|> Izzy answered.\n\nThey went up to Gordon's hole-in-the-wall, with Mother Corey wheezing behind, while the rotten wood of the stairs groaned under his grotesque bulk. At his questions, Gordon told the story tersely.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_55": "\u201cAnd so you doubt no longer?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have no longer any doubt that such a man as you, monsieur,\u201d<|Q|> said Aramis, gravely, \u201cdoes not faithfully serve the masters whom he voluntarily chose for himself.\u201d\n\n\u201cMasters!\u201d cried Baisemeaux.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_56": "\u201cAnd so you doubt no longer?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have no longer any doubt that such a man as you, monsieur,\u201d said Aramis, gravely, <|Q|>\u201cdoes not faithfully serve the masters whom he voluntarily chose for himself.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMasters!\u201d cried Baisemeaux.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_58": "\u201cYes, masters, I said.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur d\u2019Herblay, you are still jesting, are you not?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, yes! I understand that it is a more difficult position to have several masters than one; but the embarrassment is owing to you, my dear Baisemeaux, and I am not the cause of it.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_59": "\u201cMonsieur d\u2019Herblay, you are still jesting, are you not?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, yes! I understand that it is a more difficult position to have several masters than one; but the embarrassment is owing to you, my dear Baisemeaux, and I am not the cause of it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCertainly not,\u201d returned the unfortunate governor, more embarrassed than ever; \u201cbut what are you doing? You are leaving the table?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_9": "\"Setting in a chair all day, being an honest citizen. Cobber, I already own a joint there -- a nice one, they tell me. Lights. Two water closets. Big rooms, six-by-ten -- fifty of them, big enough for whole families. And strictly on the level, cobber. It's no hide-out, like this.\"\n\nHe rolled the money in his greasy fingers. \"Now, with what I get from the pusher, I can buy off that hot spot on the police blotter. I can go in the dome and walk around, just like you.\" His eyes watered, and a tear went dripping down his nose. <|Q|>\"I'm getting old. They'll be calling me 'Grandmother' pretty soon. So I'm turning my Chicken House over to my granddaughter and I'm going honest. Want a room?\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon grinned, and nodded. Mother Corey knew the ropes, and could be trusted. \"Didn't know you had a granddaughter.\"", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_89": "Aramis looked at De Baisemeaux with a calm and confident eye.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said he, <|Q|>\u201clet the messenger enter.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe messenger entered, saluted, and handed in the report. Baisemeaux ran his eye over it, and raising his head, said in surprise, \u201cNo. 12 is ill!\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_91": "The messenger entered, saluted, and handed in the report. Baisemeaux ran his eye over it, and raising his head, said in surprise, \u201cNo. 12 is ill!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow was it, then,\u201d<|Q|> said Aramis, carelessly, \u201cthat you told me everybody was well in your hotel, M. de Baisemeaux?\u201d And he emptied his glass without removing his eyes from Baisemeaux.\n\nThe governor then made a sign to the messenger, and when he had quitted the room, said, still trembling, \u201cI think that there is in the article, \u2018on the prisoner\u2019s demand.\u2019\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_62": "\u201cAre you going?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, I am going.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut you are behaving very strangely towards me, monseigneur.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_93": "\u201cHow was it, then,\u201d said Aramis, carelessly, \u201cthat you told me everybody was well in your hotel, M. de Baisemeaux?\u201d And he emptied his glass without removing his eyes from Baisemeaux.\n\nThe governor then made a sign to the messenger, and when he had quitted the room, said, still trembling, <|Q|>\u201cI think that there is in the article, \u2018on the prisoner\u2019s demand.\u2019\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, it is so,\u201d answered Aramis. \u201cBut see what it is they want with you now.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_39": "\u201cThere is an engagement entered into by all the governors and captains of fortresses affiliated to the order.\u201d Baisemeaux grew pale.\n\n\u201cNow the engagement,\u201d continued Aramis firmly, <|Q|>\u201cis of this nature.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBaisemeaux rose, manifesting unspeakable emotion: \u201cGo on, dear M. d\u2019Herblay: go on,\u201d said he.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_94": "The governor then made a sign to the messenger, and when he had quitted the room, said, still trembling, \u201cI think that there is in the article, \u2018on the prisoner\u2019s demand.\u2019\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, it is so,\u201d<|Q|> answered Aramis. \u201cBut see what it is they want with you now.\u201d\n\nAnd that moment a sergeant put his head in at the door. \u201cWhat do you want now?\u201d cried Baisemeaux. \u201cCan you not leave me in peace for ten minutes?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_96": "\u201cYes, it is so,\u201d answered Aramis. \u201cBut see what it is they want with you now.\u201d\n\nAnd that moment a sergeant put his head in at the door. <|Q|>\u201cWhat do you want now?\u201d<|Q|> cried Baisemeaux. \u201cCan you not leave me in peace for ten minutes?\u201d\n\n\u201cMonsieur,\u201d said the sergeant, \u201cthe sick man, No. 12, has commissioned the turnkey to request you to send him a confessor.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_19": "It was as simple as that. Bruce Gordon was lucky enough to get a fair fit in his suit. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be in uniform.\n\nIzzy was more businesslike. \"Hope they don't give us too bad territory, gov'nor,\" he remarked. <|Q|>\"Pickings are always a little lean on the first few beats, but you can work some fairly well.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon's chest fell; this was Mars!", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_70": "\u201cWhat! you are -- \u201d cried Baisemeaux, looking at Aramis almost in terror.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe confessor affiliated to the order,\u201d<|Q|> said Aramis, without changing his voice.\n\nBut, gentle as the words were, they had the same effect on the unhappy governor as a clap of thunder. Baisemeaux became livid, and it seemed to him as if Aramis\u2019s beaming eyes were two forks of flame, piercing to the very bottom of his soul. \u201cThe confessor!\u201d murmured he; \u201cyou, monseigneur, the confessor of the order!\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_20": "The beat was in a shabby section where clerks and skilled laborers worked. It wasn't poor enough to offer the universal desperation that gave the gang hoodlums protective coloring, nor rich enough to have major rackets of its own.\n\nIzzy was disgusted. <|Q|>\"Cripes! Hope they've got a few cheap pushers around that don't pay protection direct to the captain. You take that store; I'll go in this one!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe proprietor was a druggist who ran his own fountain where the synthetics that replaced honest Earth foods were compounded into sweet and sticky messes for the neighborhood kids. He looked up as Gordon came in; then his face fell. \"New cop, eh? No wonder Gable collected yesterday, ahead of time. All right, you can look at my books. I've been paying fifty, but you'll have to wait until Friday.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_21": "Izzy was disgusted. \"Cripes! Hope they've got a few cheap pushers around that don't pay protection direct to the captain. You take that store; I'll go in this one!\"\n\nThe proprietor was a druggist who ran his own fountain where the synthetics that replaced honest Earth foods were compounded into sweet and sticky messes for the neighborhood kids. He looked up as Gordon came in; then his face fell. <|Q|>\"New cop, eh? No wonder Gable collected yesterday, ahead of time. All right, you can look at my books. I've been paying fifty, but you'll have to wait until Friday.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon nodded and swung on his heel, surprised to find that his stomach was turning. The man obviously couldn't afford fifty credits a week. But it was the same all along the street. Even Izzy admitted finally that they'd have to wait.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_100": "Baisemeaux very nearly sank on the floor; but Aramis disdained to reassure him, just as he had disdained to terrify him. \u201cWhat must I answer?\u201d inquired Baisemeaux.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cJust what you please,\u201d<|Q|> replied Aramis, compressing his lips; \u201cthat is your business. I am not the governor of the Bastile.\u201d\n\n\u201cTell the prisoner,\u201d cried Baisemeaux, quickly, -- \u201ctell the prisoner that his request is granted.\u201d The sergeant left the room. \u201cOh! monseigneur, monseigneur,\u201d murmured Baisemeaux, \u201chow could I have suspected! -- how could I have foreseen this!\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_102": "\u201cJust what you please,\u201d replied Aramis, compressing his lips; \u201cthat is your business. I am not the governor of the Bastile.\u201d\n\n\u201cTell the prisoner,\u201d cried Baisemeaux, quickly, -- <|Q|>\u201ctell the prisoner that his request is granted.\u201d<|Q|> The sergeant left the room. \u201cOh! monseigneur, monseigneur,\u201d murmured Baisemeaux, \u201chow could I have suspected! -- how could I have foreseen this!\u201d\n\n\u201cWho requested you to suspect, and who besought you to foresee?\u201d contemptuously answered Aramis. \u201cThe order suspects; the order knows; the order foresees -- is that not enough?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_19": "\u201cConsider, now, don\u2019t deny it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut believe me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI believe what I know.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_75": "\u201cAnd I understand that, not being so, you refuse to comply with its command.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonseigneur, I beseech you, condescend to hear me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd wherefore?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_77": "\u201cAh! ah!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI say not that I refuse to obey.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNevertheless, M. de Baisemeaux, what has passed wears very much the air of resistance.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_29": "He collected, down to the last account. It was a nice haul; at that rate, he'd have to stand it only for a few months. Then Gordon's lips twisted, as he realized it wasn't all gravy. There were angles, or the price of a corporalcy would have been higher.\n\nOne of the older men answered his questions. <|Q|>\"Fifty per cent of the take to the Orphan's and Widow's fund. Better make it more than Gable turned in, if you want to get a better beat.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe envelopes were lying on a table marked \"Voluntary Donations\"; Gordon filled his out, with a figure a bit higher than half of Gable's take, and dropped it in the box. The captain, who had been watching him carefully, settled back and smiled.", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_107": "\u201cWho requested you to suspect, and who besought you to foresee?\u201d contemptuously answered Aramis. \u201cThe order suspects; the order knows; the order foresees -- is that not enough?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat is it you command?\u201d<|Q|> added Baisemeaux.\n\n\u201cI? -- nothing at all. I am nothing but a poor priest, a simple confessor. Have I your orders to go and see the sufferer?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_0": "THE GRAFT IS GREEN\n\nIzzy seemed surprised when he found that Gordon was turning in to the quasi-secret entrance to Mother Corey's. \"Coming here myself,\" he explained. <|Q|>\"Mother got ahold of a load of snow, and sent me out to contact a big pusher. Coming back, the goons picked me up and gave me the job on you. Hey, Mother!\"<|Q|>\n\nBruce Gordon didn't ask how Mother Corey had acquired the dope. When Earth had deported all addicts two decades before, it had practically begged for dope smuggling.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_31": "The envelopes were lying on a table marked \"Voluntary Donations\"; Gordon filled his out, with a figure a bit higher than half of Gable's take, and dropped it in the box. The captain, who had been watching him carefully, settled back and smiled.\n\n<|Q|>\"Widows and Orphans sure appreciate a good man,\"<|Q|> he said. \"I was kind of worried about you, Gordon, but you got a nice touch. One of my new boys -- Isaacs, you know him -- was out checking up after you, and the dopes seem to like you.\"\n\nGordon had wondered why Izzy had been pulled off the beat. As he turned to leave, the captain held up a hand. \"Special meeting tomorrow. We gotta see about getting out a good vote. Election only three weeks away.\"", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_109": "\u201cI? -- nothing at all. I am nothing but a poor priest, a simple confessor. Have I your orders to go and see the sufferer?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, monseigneur, I do not order; I pray you to go.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201c\u2018Tis well; conduct me to him.\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_54": "\u201cI? oh, no!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd so you doubt no longer?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI have no longer any doubt that such a man as you, monsieur,\u201d said Aramis, gravely, \u201cdoes not faithfully serve the masters whom he voluntarily chose for himself.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_36": "A man named Fell shook his head, fearfully. \"Can't do a thing now. My wife had a baby and an operation, and -- -- \"\n\n\"Okay, Fell,\" the captain said, without a sign of disapproval. <|Q|>\"Freitag, what about you? Fine, fine!\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon's name came, and he shook his head. \"I'm new -- and I'm strapped now. I'd like -- -- \"", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_57": "\u201cMasters!\u201d cried Baisemeaux.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, masters, I said.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMonsieur d\u2019Herblay, you are still jesting, are you not?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_3": "They went up to Gordon's hole-in-the-wall, with Mother Corey wheezing behind, while the rotten wood of the stairs groaned under his grotesque bulk. At his questions, Gordon told the story tersely.\n\nMother Corey nodded. <|Q|>\"Same old angles, eh? Get enough to do the job, they mug you. Stop halfway, and the halls are closed to you. Pretty soon, they'll be trick-proof, anyhow; they're changing over to electric eyes. Eh, you haven't forgotten me, cobber?\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon hadn't. The old wreck had demanded five per cent of his winnings for tipping him off. Mother Corey had too many cheap hoods among his friends to be fooled with. Gordon counted out the money reluctantly, while Izzy explained that they were going to be cops.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_8": "\"So'll I,\" the old man gloated. \"Setting in a chair all day, being an honest citizen. Cobber, I already own a joint there -- a nice one, they tell me. Lights. Two water closets. Big rooms, six-by-ten -- fifty of them, big enough for whole families. And strictly on the level, cobber. It's no hide-out, like this.\"\n\nHe rolled the money in his greasy fingers. <|Q|>\"Now, with what I get from the pusher, I can buy off that hot spot on the police blotter. I can go in the dome and walk around, just like you.\"<|Q|> His eyes watered, and a tear went dripping down his nose. \"I'm getting old. They'll be calling me 'Grandmother' pretty soon. So I'm turning my Chicken House over to my granddaughter and I'm going honest. Want a room?\"\n\nGordon grinned, and nodded. Mother Corey knew the ropes, and could be trusted. \"Didn't know you had a granddaughter.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_4": "Gordon hadn't. The old wreck had demanded five per cent of his winnings for tipping him off. Mother Corey had too many cheap hoods among his friends to be fooled with. Gordon counted out the money reluctantly, while Izzy explained that they were going to be cops.\n\nThe old man shook his head, estimating what was left to Gordon. <|Q|>\"Enough to buy a corporal's job, pay for your suit, and maybe get by,\"<|Q|> he decided. \"Don't do it, cobber. You're the wrong kind. You take what you're doing serious. When you set out to tinhorn a living, you're a crook. Get you in a cop's outfit, and you'll turn honest. No place here for an honest cop -- not with elections coming up, cobber. Well, I guess you gotta find out for yourself. Want a good room?\"\n\nGordon's lips twitched. \"Thanks, Mother, but I'll be staying inside the dome, I guess.\"", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_90": "\u201cWell,\u201d said he, \u201clet the messenger enter.\u201d\n\nThe messenger entered, saluted, and handed in the report. Baisemeaux ran his eye over it, and raising his head, said in surprise, <|Q|>\u201cNo. 12 is ill!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHow was it, then,\u201d said Aramis, carelessly, \u201cthat you told me everybody was well in your hotel, M. de Baisemeaux?\u201d And he emptied his glass without removing his eyes from Baisemeaux.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_0": "Oh, she let me know as soon as, round the corner of the house, she loomed again into view. \u201cWhat in the name of goodness is the matter \u2014 ?\u201d She was now flushed and out of breath.\n\nI said nothing till she came quite near. \u201cWith me?\u201d I must have made a wonderful face. <|Q|>\u201cDo I show it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou\u2019re as white as a sheet. You look awful.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_12": "Izzy nodded, and Gordon shrugged. On Mars, it didn't seem odd to begin applying for a police job by carrying in narcotics. He wondered how they'd go about contacting the commissioner.\n\nBut that turned out to be simple enough. After collecting, Izzy led the way into a section marked <|Q|>\"Special Taxes\"<|Q|> and whispered a few casual words. The man at the desk went into an office marked private, and came back a few minutes later.\n\n\"Your friend has no record with us,\" he said in a routine voice. \"I've checked through his tax forms, and they're all in order. We'll confirm officially, of course.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_14": "But that turned out to be simple enough. After collecting, Izzy led the way into a section marked \"Special Taxes\" and whispered a few casual words. The man at the desk went into an office marked private, and came back a few minutes later.\n\n\"Your friend has no record with us,\" he said in a routine voice. <|Q|>\"I've checked through his tax forms, and they're all in order. We'll confirm officially, of course.\"<|Q|>\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_13": "But that turned out to be simple enough. After collecting, Izzy led the way into a section marked \"Special Taxes\" and whispered a few casual words. The man at the desk went into an office marked private, and came back a few minutes later.\n\n<|Q|>\"Your friend has no record with us,\"<|Q|> he said in a routine voice. \"I've checked through his tax forms, and they're all in order. We'll confirm officially, of course.\"\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_15": "In the Applications section of the big Municipal Building, at the center of the dome, there was a long form to fill out at the desk; but the captain there had already had answers typed in.\n\n<|Q|>\"Save time, boys,\"<|Q|> he said genially. \"And time's valuable, ain't it? Ah, yes.\" He took the sums they had ready -- there was a standard price -- and stamped their forms. \"And you'll want suits. Isaacs? Good, here's your receipt. And you, Corporal Gordon. Right. Get your suits one floor down, end of the hall. And report in eight tomorrow morning!\"\n\nIt was as simple as that. Bruce Gordon was lucky enough to get a fair fit in his suit. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be in uniform.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_16": "In the Applications section of the big Municipal Building, at the center of the dome, there was a long form to fill out at the desk; but the captain there had already had answers typed in.\n\n\"Save time, boys,\" he said genially. <|Q|>\"And time's valuable, ain't it? Ah, yes.\"<|Q|> He took the sums they had ready -- there was a standard price -- and stamped their forms. \"And you'll want suits. Isaacs? Good, here's your receipt. And you, Corporal Gordon. Right. Get your suits one floor down, end of the hall. And report in eight tomorrow morning!\"\n\nIt was as simple as that. Bruce Gordon was lucky enough to get a fair fit in his suit. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be in uniform.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_17": "In the Applications section of the big Municipal Building, at the center of the dome, there was a long form to fill out at the desk; but the captain there had already had answers typed in.\n\n\"Save time, boys,\" he said genially. \"And time's valuable, ain't it? Ah, yes.\" He took the sums they had ready -- there was a standard price -- and stamped their forms. <|Q|>\"And you'll want suits. Isaacs? Good, here's your receipt. And you, Corporal Gordon. Right. Get your suits one floor down, end of the hall. And report in eight tomorrow morning!\"<|Q|>\n\nIt was as simple as that. Bruce Gordon was lucky enough to get a fair fit in his suit. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be in uniform.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_18": "It was as simple as that. Bruce Gordon was lucky enough to get a fair fit in his suit. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be in uniform.\n\nIzzy was more businesslike. <|Q|>\"Hope they don't give us too bad territory, gov'nor,\"<|Q|> he remarked. \"Pickings are always a little lean on the first few beats, but you can work some fairly well.\"\n\nGordon's chest fell; this was Mars!", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_97": "\u201cYes, it is so,\u201d answered Aramis. \u201cBut see what it is they want with you now.\u201d\n\nAnd that moment a sergeant put his head in at the door. \u201cWhat do you want now?\u201d cried Baisemeaux. <|Q|>\u201cCan you not leave me in peace for ten minutes?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMonsieur,\u201d said the sergeant, \u201cthe sick man, No. 12, has commissioned the turnkey to request you to send him a confessor.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_9": "Her hand tightened. \u201cWhat was it?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAn extraordinary man. Looking in.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat extraordinary man?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_22": "Gordon nodded and swung on his heel, surprised to find that his stomach was turning. The man obviously couldn't afford fifty credits a week. But it was the same all along the street. Even Izzy admitted finally that they'd have to wait.\n\n<|Q|>\"That damned cop before us! He really tapped them! And we can't take less, so I guess we gotta wait until Friday.\"<|Q|>\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_103": "\u201cJust what you please,\u201d replied Aramis, compressing his lips; \u201cthat is your business. I am not the governor of the Bastile.\u201d\n\n\u201cTell the prisoner,\u201d cried Baisemeaux, quickly, -- \u201ctell the prisoner that his request is granted.\u201d The sergeant left the room. <|Q|>\u201cOh! monseigneur, monseigneur,\u201d<|Q|> murmured Baisemeaux, \u201chow could I have suspected! -- how could I have foreseen this!\u201d\n\n\u201cWho requested you to suspect, and who besought you to foresee?\u201d contemptuously answered Aramis. \u201cThe order suspects; the order knows; the order foresees -- is that not enough?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_24": "A woman stood there, moaning over a pale man on the floor; blood oozed from a welt on the back of his head. There was both gratitude and resentment as she looked up at Gordon.\n\n\"You'd better call the hospital,\" he told her sharply. <|Q|>\"He may have a concussion. I've got the man who held you up.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Hospital?\" Her voice broke into another wail. \"And who can afford hospitals? All week we work, all hours. He's old, he can't handle the cases. I do that. Me! And then you come, and you get your money. And he comes for his protection. Papa is sick. Sick, do you hear? He sees a doctor, he buys medicine. Then Gable comes. This man comes. We can't pay him! So what do we get -- we get knifes in the faces, saps on the head -- a concussion, you tell me! And all the money -- the money we had to pay to get stocks to sell to pay off from the profits we don't make -- all of it, he wants! Hospitals! You think they give away at the hospitals free?\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_14": "\u201cI know still less.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHave you seen him before?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes \u2014 once. On the old tower.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_13": "Mrs. Grose gazed round us in vain. \u201cThen where is he gone?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI know still less.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHave you seen him before?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_15": "\u201cHave you seen him before?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes \u2014 once. On the old tower.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe could only look at me harder. \u201cDo you mean he\u2019s a stranger?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_106": "\u201cTell the prisoner,\u201d cried Baisemeaux, quickly, -- \u201ctell the prisoner that his request is granted.\u201d The sergeant left the room. \u201cOh! monseigneur, monseigneur,\u201d murmured Baisemeaux, \u201chow could I have suspected! -- how could I have foreseen this!\u201d\n\n\u201cWho requested you to suspect, and who besought you to foresee?\u201d contemptuously answered Aramis. <|Q|>\u201cThe order suspects; the order knows; the order foresees -- is that not enough?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat is it you command?\u201d added Baisemeaux.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_30": "One of the older men answered his questions. \"Fifty per cent of the take to the Orphan's and Widow's fund. Better make it more than Gable turned in, if you want to get a better beat.\"\n\nThe envelopes were lying on a table marked <|Q|>\"Voluntary Donations\"<|Q|>; Gordon filled his out, with a figure a bit higher than half of Gable's take, and dropped it in the box. The captain, who had been watching him carefully, settled back and smiled.\n\n\"Widows and Orphans sure appreciate a good man,\" he said. \"I was kind of worried about you, Gordon, but you got a nice touch. One of my new boys -- Isaacs, you know him -- was out checking up after you, and the dopes seem to like you.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_20": "\u201cNo \u2014 for reasons. But now that you\u2019ve guessed \u2014 \u201d\n\nMrs. Grose\u2019s round eyes encountered this charge. \u201cAh, I haven\u2019t guessed!\u201d she said very simply. <|Q|>\u201cHow can I if you don\u2019t imagine?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t in the very least.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_19": "\u201cNo \u2014 for reasons. But now that you\u2019ve guessed \u2014 \u201d\n\nMrs. Grose\u2019s round eyes encountered this charge. <|Q|>\u201cAh, I haven\u2019t guessed!\u201d<|Q|> she said very simply. \u201cHow can I if you don\u2019t imagine?\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t in the very least.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_33": "\"Widows and Orphans sure appreciate a good man,\" he said. \"I was kind of worried about you, Gordon, but you got a nice touch. One of my new boys -- Isaacs, you know him -- was out checking up after you, and the dopes seem to like you.\"\n\nGordon had wondered why Izzy had been pulled off the beat. As he turned to leave, the captain held up a hand. <|Q|>\"Special meeting tomorrow. We gotta see about getting out a good vote. Election only three weeks away.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon went home. He'd learned by now that the native Martians -- those who'd been here for at least thirty years, or had been born here -- were backing a reform candidate and new ticket. But Mayor Wayne had all of the rest of the town in his hand. He'd been in twice, and had lifted the graft take by a truly remarkable figure. From where Gordon stood, it looked like a clear victory for the reformer, Nolan.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_34": "He went into the meeting willing to agree to anything. He applauded all the speeches about how much Mayor Wayne had done for them, and signed the pledge expressing his confidence, along with the implied duty he had to make his beat vote right. Then he stopped, as the captain stood up.\n\n<|Q|>\"We gotta be neutral, boys,\"<|Q|> he boomed. \"But it don't mean we can't show how well we like the Mayor. Just remember, he got us our jobs! Now I figure we can all kick in a little to help his campaign. I'm going to start it off with five thousand credits, two thousand of them right now.\"\n\nThey fell in line, though there was no cheering. The price might have been fixed in advance. A thousand for a plain cop, fifteen hundred for a corporal, and so on, each contributing a third of it now. Gordon grimaced; he had six hundred left. This would take nearly all of it.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_6": "\"Enough to buy a corporal's job, pay for your suit, and maybe get by,\" he decided. \"Don't do it, cobber. You're the wrong kind. You take what you're doing serious. When you set out to tinhorn a living, you're a crook. Get you in a cop's outfit, and you'll turn honest. No place here for an honest cop -- not with elections coming up, cobber. Well, I guess you gotta find out for yourself. Want a good room?\"\n\nGordon's lips twitched. <|Q|>\"Thanks, Mother, but I'll be staying inside the dome, I guess.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"So'll I,\" the old man gloated. \"Setting in a chair all day, being an honest citizen. Cobber, I already own a joint there -- a nice one, they tell me. Lights. Two water closets. Big rooms, six-by-ten -- fifty of them, big enough for whole families. And strictly on the level, cobber. It's no hide-out, like this.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_35": "He went into the meeting willing to agree to anything. He applauded all the speeches about how much Mayor Wayne had done for them, and signed the pledge expressing his confidence, along with the implied duty he had to make his beat vote right. Then he stopped, as the captain stood up.\n\n\"We gotta be neutral, boys,\" he boomed. <|Q|>\"But it don't mean we can't show how well we like the Mayor. Just remember, he got us our jobs! Now I figure we can all kick in a little to help his campaign. I'm going to start it off with five thousand credits, two thousand of them right now.\"<|Q|>\n\nThey fell in line, though there was no cheering. The price might have been fixed in advance. A thousand for a plain cop, fifteen hundred for a corporal, and so on, each contributing a third of it now. Gordon grimaced; he had six hundred left. This would take nearly all of it.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_37": "Gordon's name came, and he shook his head. \"I'm new -- and I'm strapped now. I'd like -- -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"Quite all right, Gordon,\"<|Q|> the captain boomed. \"Harwick!\"\n\nHe finished the roll, and settled back, smiling. \"I guess that's all, boys. Thanks from the Mayor. And go on home.... Oh, Fell, Gordon, Lativsky -- stick around. I've got some overtime for you, since you need extra money. The boys out in Ward Three are shorthanded. Afraid I'll have to order you out there!\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_25": "Mrs. Grose looked round again. \u201cWhat was he doing on the tower?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOnly standing there and looking down at me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe thought a minute. \u201cWas he a gentleman?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_38": "\"Quite all right, Gordon,\" the captain boomed. \"Harwick!\"\n\nHe finished the roll, and settled back, smiling. <|Q|>\"I guess that's all, boys. Thanks from the Mayor. And go on home.... Oh, Fell, Gordon, Lativsky -- stick around. I've got some overtime for you, since you need extra money. The boys out in Ward Three are shorthanded. Afraid I'll have to order you out there!\"<|Q|>\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_1": "I said nothing till she came quite near. \u201cWith me?\u201d I must have made a wonderful face. \u201cDo I show it?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou\u2019re as white as a sheet. You look awful.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI considered; I could meet on this, without scruple, any innocence. My need to respect the bloom of Mrs. Grose\u2019s had dropped, without a rustle, from my shoulders, and if I wavered for the instant it was not with what I kept back. I put out my hand to her and she took it; I held her hard a little, liking to feel her close to me. There was a kind of support in the shy heave of her surprise.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_10": "\"Now, with what I get from the pusher, I can buy off that hot spot on the police blotter. I can go in the dome and walk around, just like you.\" His eyes watered, and a tear went dripping down his nose. \"I'm getting old. They'll be calling me 'Grandmother' pretty soon. So I'm turning my Chicken House over to my granddaughter and I'm going honest. Want a room?\"\n\nGordon grinned, and nodded. Mother Corey knew the ropes, and could be trusted. <|Q|>\"Didn't know you had a granddaughter.\"<|Q|>\n\nIzzy snorted, and Mother Corey grinned wolfishly. \"You met her, cobber. The blonde you shook down! Came up from Earth eight years ago, looking for me. I sold her to the head of the East Point gang. Since she killed him, she's been doing pretty well on her own. Mostly. Except when she makes a fool of herself, like she did with you. But she'll come around to where I'm proud of her, yet.... If you two want to carry in the snow, collect, and turn it over to Commissioner Arliss for me -- I can't pass the dome till he gets it -- I'll give you both rooms for six months free. Except for the lights and water, of course.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_2": "I considered; I could meet on this, without scruple, any innocence. My need to respect the bloom of Mrs. Grose\u2019s had dropped, without a rustle, from my shoulders, and if I wavered for the instant it was not with what I kept back. I put out my hand to her and she took it; I held her hard a little, liking to feel her close to me. There was a kind of support in the shy heave of her surprise. <|Q|>\u201cYou came for me for church, of course, but I can\u2019t go.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHas anything happened?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_4": "\u201cHas anything happened?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes. You must know now. Did I look very queer?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThrough this window? Dreadful!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_3": "I considered; I could meet on this, without scruple, any innocence. My need to respect the bloom of Mrs. Grose\u2019s had dropped, without a rustle, from my shoulders, and if I wavered for the instant it was not with what I kept back. I put out my hand to her and she took it; I held her hard a little, liking to feel her close to me. There was a kind of support in the shy heave of her surprise. \u201cYou came for me for church, of course, but I can\u2019t go.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHas anything happened?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes. You must know now. Did I look very queer?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_5": "\u201cYes. You must know now. Did I look very queer?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThrough this window? Dreadful!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d I said, \u201cI\u2019ve been frightened.\u201d Mrs. Grose\u2019s eyes expressed plainly that she had no wish to be, yet also that she knew too well her place not to be ready to share with me any marked inconvenience. Oh, it was quite settled that she must share! \u201cJust what you saw from the dining room a minute ago was the effect of that. What I saw \u2014 just before \u2014 was much worse.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_6": "\u201cThrough this window? Dreadful!\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d I said, <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ve been frightened.\u201d<|Q|> Mrs. Grose\u2019s eyes expressed plainly that she had no wish to be, yet also that she knew too well her place not to be ready to share with me any marked inconvenience. Oh, it was quite settled that she must share! \u201cJust what you saw from the dining room a minute ago was the effect of that. What I saw \u2014 just before \u2014 was much worse.\u201d\n\nHer hand tightened. \u201cWhat was it?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_35": "\u201cIt won\u2019t do them! \u2014 I nodded at the house.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe children?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t leave them now.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_36": "\u201cThe children?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI can\u2019t leave them now.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou\u2019re afraid \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_98": "And that moment a sergeant put his head in at the door. \u201cWhat do you want now?\u201d cried Baisemeaux. \u201cCan you not leave me in peace for ten minutes?\u201d\n\n\u201cMonsieur,\u201d said the sergeant, <|Q|>\u201cthe sick man, No. 12, has commissioned the turnkey to request you to send him a confessor.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBaisemeaux very nearly sank on the floor; but Aramis disdained to reassure him, just as he had disdained to terrify him. \u201cWhat must I answer?\u201d inquired Baisemeaux.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_10": "\u201cAn extraordinary man. Looking in.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat extraordinary man?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI haven\u2019t the least idea.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_11": "\u201cWhat extraordinary man?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI haven\u2019t the least idea.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose gazed round us in vain. \u201cThen where is he gone?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_12": "\u201cI haven\u2019t the least idea.\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose gazed round us in vain. <|Q|>\u201cThen where is he gone?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI know still less.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_26": "* * * * *\n\nThe desk captain at the precinct house groaned as they came in, then shook his head. \"Damn it,\" he said. <|Q|>\"I suppose it can't be helped, though; you're new, Gordon. Hennessy, get the corpse to the morgue, and mark it down as a robbery attempt. I'm going to have to book you and your men, Mr. Jurgens!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe heavy leader of the two angry knife-men grinned. \"Okay, Captain. But it's going to slow down the work I'm doing on the Mayor's campaign for re-election! Damn that Maxie -- I told him to be discreet. Hey, you know what you've got, though -- a real considerate man! He gave the old guy his money back!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_23": "A woman stood there, moaning over a pale man on the floor; blood oozed from a welt on the back of his head. There was both gratitude and resentment as she looked up at Gordon.\n\n<|Q|>\"You'd better call the hospital,\"<|Q|> he told her sharply. \"He may have a concussion. I've got the man who held you up.\"\n\n\"Hospital?\" Her voice broke into another wail. \"And who can afford hospitals? All week we work, all hours. He's old, he can't handle the cases. I do that. Me! And then you come, and you get your money. And he comes for his protection. Papa is sick. Sick, do you hear? He sees a doctor, he buys medicine. Then Gable comes. This man comes. We can't pay him! So what do we get -- we get knifes in the faces, saps on the head -- a concussion, you tell me! And all the money -- the money we had to pay to get stocks to sell to pay off from the profits we don't make -- all of it, he wants! Hospitals! You think they give away at the hospitals free?\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_43": "\u201cOh, no, not nearly. I saw him as I see you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThen how did he get in?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd how did he get out?\u201d I laughed. \u201cI had no opportunity to ask him! This evening, you see,\u201d I pursued, \u201che has not been able to get in.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_16": "\u201cYes \u2014 once. On the old tower.\u201d\n\nShe could only look at me harder. <|Q|>\u201cDo you mean he\u2019s a stranger?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, very much!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_18": "\u201cOh, very much!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYet you didn\u2019t tell me?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo \u2014 for reasons. But now that you\u2019ve guessed \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_17": "She could only look at me harder. \u201cDo you mean he\u2019s a stranger?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, very much!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYet you didn\u2019t tell me?\u201d", "Solo.7451.2033.louisedelavalliere_67_dumas_64kb_81": "\u201cTo be certain of what?\u201d said Aramis, in a tone of supreme contempt.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOf nothing at all, monseigneur.\u201d<|Q|> Baisemeaux lowered his voice, and bending before the prelate, said, \u201cI am at all times and in all places at the disposal of my superiors, but -- \u201d\n\n\u201cVery good. I like you better thus, monsieur,\u201d said Aramis, as he resumed his seat, and put out his glass to Baisemeaux, whose hand trembled so that he could not fill it. \u201cYou were saying \u2018but\u2019 -- \u201d continued Aramis.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_32": "The envelopes were lying on a table marked \"Voluntary Donations\"; Gordon filled his out, with a figure a bit higher than half of Gable's take, and dropped it in the box. The captain, who had been watching him carefully, settled back and smiled.\n\n\"Widows and Orphans sure appreciate a good man,\" he said. <|Q|>\"I was kind of worried about you, Gordon, but you got a nice touch. One of my new boys -- Isaacs, you know him -- was out checking up after you, and the dopes seem to like you.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon had wondered why Izzy had been pulled off the beat. As he turned to leave, the captain held up a hand. \"Special meeting tomorrow. We gotta see about getting out a good vote. Election only three weeks away.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_23": "\u201cYou\u2019ve seen him nowhere but on the tower?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd on this spot just now.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose looked round again. \u201cWhat was he doing on the tower?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_21": "Mrs. Grose\u2019s round eyes encountered this charge. \u201cAh, I haven\u2019t guessed!\u201d she said very simply. \u201cHow can I if you don\u2019t imagine?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t in the very least.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou\u2019ve seen him nowhere but on the tower?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_22": "\u201cI don\u2019t in the very least.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou\u2019ve seen him nowhere but on the tower?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd on this spot just now.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_24": "\u201cAnd on this spot just now.\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose looked round again. <|Q|>\u201cWhat was he doing on the tower?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOnly standing there and looking down at me.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_39": "After eight hours of overtime, Gordon reported in with every bone sore from small missiles, and his suit filthy from assorted muck. He had a beautiful shiner where a stone had clipped him.\n\nThe captain smiled. <|Q|>\"Rough, eh? But I hear robbery went down on your beat last night. Fine work, Gordon. We need men like you. Hate to do it, but I'm afraid you'll have to take the next shift at Main and Broad, directing traffic. The usual man is sick, and you're the only one I can trust with the job!\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon stuck it out, somehow, but it wasn't worth it. He reported back to the precinct with the five hundred in his hand, and his pen itching for the donation agreement.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_26": "\u201cOnly standing there and looking down at me.\u201d\n\nShe thought a minute. <|Q|>\u201cWas he a gentleman?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI found I had no need to think. \u201cNo.\u201d She gazed in deeper wonder. \u201cNo.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_55": "Mrs. Grose at last turned round, and there was still more in her face. \u201cI couldn\u2019t have come out.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNeither could I!\u201d<|Q|> I laughed again. \u201cBut I did come. I have my duty.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo have I mine,\u201d she replied; after which she added: \u201cWhat is he like?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_28": "\u201cThen nobody about the place? Nobody from the village?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNobody \u2014 nobody. I didn\u2019t tell you, but I made sure.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe breathed a vague relief: this was, oddly, so much to the good. It only went indeed a little way. \u201cBut if he isn\u2019t a gentleman \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_29": "She breathed a vague relief: this was, oddly, so much to the good. It only went indeed a little way. \u201cBut if he isn\u2019t a gentleman \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat is he? He\u2019s a horror.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cA horror?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_57": "\u201cNeither could I!\u201d I laughed again. \u201cBut I did come. I have my duty.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo have I mine,\u201d<|Q|> she replied; after which she added: \u201cWhat is he like?\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019ve been dying to tell you. But he\u2019s like nobody.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_31": "\u201cA horror?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe\u2019s \u2014 God help me if I know what he is!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose looked round once more; she fixed her eyes on the duskier distance, then, pulling herself together, turned to me with abrupt inconsequence. \u201cIt\u2019s time we should be at church.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_58": "\u201cSo have I mine,\u201d she replied; after which she added: \u201cWhat is he like?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ve been dying to tell you. But he\u2019s like nobody.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNobody?\u201d she echoed.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_33": "Mrs. Grose looked round once more; she fixed her eyes on the duskier distance, then, pulling herself together, turned to me with abrupt inconsequence. \u201cIt\u2019s time we should be at church.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, I\u2019m not fit for church!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWon\u2019t it do you good?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_59": "\u201cNobody?\u201d she echoed.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe has no hat.\u201d<|Q|> Then seeing in her face that she already, in this, with a deeper dismay, found a touch of picture, I quickly added stroke to stroke. \u201cHe has red hair, very red, close-curling, and a pale face, long in shape, with straight, good features and little, rather queer whiskers that are as red as his hair. His eyebrows are, somehow, darker; they look particularly arched and as if they might move a good deal. His eyes are sharp, strange \u2014 awfully; but I only know clearly that they\u2019re rather small and very fixed. His mouth\u2019s wide, and his lips are thin, and except for his little whiskers he\u2019s quite clean-shaven. He gives me a sort of sense of looking like an actor.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_63": "\u201cI\u2019ve never seen one, but so I suppose them. He\u2019s tall, active, erect,\u201d I continued, \u201cbut never \u2014 no, never! \u2014 a gentleman.\u201d\n\nMy companion\u2019s face had blanched as I went on; her round eyes started and her mild mouth gaped. <|Q|>\u201cA gentleman?\u201d<|Q|> she gasped, confounded, stupefied: \u201ca gentleman he?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou know him then?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_8": "\u201cWell,\u201d I said, \u201cI\u2019ve been frightened.\u201d Mrs. Grose\u2019s eyes expressed plainly that she had no wish to be, yet also that she knew too well her place not to be ready to share with me any marked inconvenience. Oh, it was quite settled that she must share! \u201cJust what you saw from the dining room a minute ago was the effect of that. What I saw \u2014 just before \u2014 was much worse.\u201d\n\nHer hand tightened. <|Q|>\u201cWhat was it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAn extraordinary man. Looking in.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_64": "\u201cI\u2019ve never seen one, but so I suppose them. He\u2019s tall, active, erect,\u201d I continued, \u201cbut never \u2014 no, never! \u2014 a gentleman.\u201d\n\nMy companion\u2019s face had blanched as I went on; her round eyes started and her mild mouth gaped. \u201cA gentleman?\u201d she gasped, confounded, stupefied: <|Q|>\u201ca gentleman he?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou know him then?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_65": "My companion\u2019s face had blanched as I went on; her round eyes started and her mild mouth gaped. \u201cA gentleman?\u201d she gasped, confounded, stupefied: \u201ca gentleman he?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou know him then?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe visibly tried to hold herself. \u201cBut he is handsome?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_66": "\u201cYou know him then?\u201d\n\nShe visibly tried to hold herself. <|Q|>\u201cBut he is handsome?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI saw the way to help her. \u201cRemarkably!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_67": "I saw the way to help her. \u201cRemarkably!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd dressed \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIn somebody\u2019s clothes.\u201d \u201cThey\u2019re smart, but they\u2019re not his own.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_38": "\u201cYou\u2019re afraid \u2014 ?\u201d\n\nI spoke boldly. <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019m afraid of him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose\u2019s large face showed me, at this, for the first time, the faraway faint glimmer of a consciousness more acute: I somehow made out in it the delayed dawn of an idea I myself had not given her and that was as yet quite obscure to me. It comes back to me that I thought instantly of this as something I could get from her; and I felt it to be connected with the desire she presently showed to know more. \u201cWhen was it \u2014 on the tower?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_42": "\u201cAlmost at dark,\u201d said Mrs. Grose.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, no, not nearly. I saw him as I see you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThen how did he get in?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_69": "\u201cAnd dressed \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn somebody\u2019s clothes.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cThey\u2019re smart, but they\u2019re not his own.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe broke into a breathless affirmative groan: \u201cThey\u2019re the master\u2019s!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_44": "\u201cThen how did he get in?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd how did he get out?\u201d<|Q|> I laughed. \u201cI had no opportunity to ask him! This evening, you see,\u201d I pursued, \u201che has not been able to get in.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe only peeps?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_45": "\u201cThen how did he get in?\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd how did he get out?\u201d I laughed. <|Q|>\u201cI had no opportunity to ask him! This evening, you see,\u201d<|Q|> I pursued, \u201che has not been able to get in.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe only peeps?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_47": "\u201cAnd how did he get out?\u201d I laughed. \u201cI had no opportunity to ask him! This evening, you see,\u201d I pursued, \u201che has not been able to get in.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe only peeps?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI hope it will be confined to that!\u201d She had now let go my hand; she turned away a little. I waited an instant; then I brought out: \u201cGo to church. Goodbye. I must watch.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_48": "\u201cHe only peeps?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI hope it will be confined to that!\u201d<|Q|> She had now let go my hand; she turned away a little. I waited an instant; then I brought out: \u201cGo to church. Goodbye. I must watch.\u201d\n\nSlowly she faced me again. \u201cDo you fear for them?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_77": "\u201cAlone with us.\u201d Then, as from a deeper depth, \u201cIn charge,\u201d she added.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd what became of him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe hung fire so long that I was still more mystified. \u201cHe went, too,\u201d she brought out at last.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_49": "\u201cHe only peeps?\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope it will be confined to that!\u201d She had now let go my hand; she turned away a little. I waited an instant; then I brought out: <|Q|>\u201cGo to church. Goodbye. I must watch.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSlowly she faced me again. \u201cDo you fear for them?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_78": "\u201cAnd what became of him?\u201d\n\nShe hung fire so long that I was still more mystified. <|Q|>\u201cHe went, too,\u201d<|Q|> she brought out at last.\n\n\u201cWent where?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_0": "He came nearer, and, obeying a careless motion of her hand, threw himself down on a broad shelf of rock a little below the spot where she was seated; still he did not dare to speak lest the vision should pass away.\n\nShe looked at him for some time with an innocent, almost childish, curiosity shining under her long lashes. At last she gave a low little laugh: <|Q|>'Are you afraid of me?'<|Q|> she asked; 'why don't you speak? but perhaps,' she added to herself, 'mortals cannot speak.'\n\n'I was silent,' he said, 'lest by speaking I should anger you -- for surely you must be some goddess or sea-nymph?'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_51": "Slowly she faced me again. \u201cDo you fear for them?\u201d\n\nWe met in another long look. \u201cDon\u2019t you?\u201d Instead of answering she came nearer to the window and, for a minute, applied her face to the glass. <|Q|>\u201cYou see how he could see,\u201d<|Q|> I meanwhile went on.\n\nShe didn\u2019t move. \u201cHow long was he here?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_53": "She didn\u2019t move. \u201cHow long was he here?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTill I came out. I came to meet him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose at last turned round, and there was still more in her face. \u201cI couldn\u2019t have come out.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_3": "She looked at him for some time with an innocent, almost childish, curiosity shining under her long lashes. At last she gave a low little laugh: 'Are you afraid of me?' she asked; 'why don't you speak? but perhaps,' she added to herself, 'mortals cannot speak.'\n\n'I was silent,' he said, <|Q|>'lest by speaking I should anger you -- for surely you must be some goddess or sea-nymph?'<|Q|>\n\n'Ah, you can speak!' she cried. 'No, I am no goddess or nymph, and you will not anger me -- if only you will tell me many things I want to know!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_5": "'I was silent,' he said, 'lest by speaking I should anger you -- for surely you must be some goddess or sea-nymph?'\n\n'Ah, you can speak!' she cried. <|Q|>'No, I am no goddess or nymph, and you will not anger me -- if only you will tell me many things I want to know!'<|Q|>\n\nAnd she began to ask him all the questions she could think of: first about the great world in which men lived, and then about himself, for she was very curious, in a charmingly wilful and capricious fashion of her own.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_56": "Mrs. Grose at last turned round, and there was still more in her face. \u201cI couldn\u2019t have come out.\u201d\n\n\u201cNeither could I!\u201d I laughed again. <|Q|>\u201cBut I did come. I have my duty.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSo have I mine,\u201d she replied; after which she added: \u201cWhat is he like?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_6": "She was quick to perceive this, and it piqued her. She paid less and less attention to the answers he gave her, and ceased at last to question him further.\n\nPresently she said, with a strange smile that showed her cruel little teeth gleaming between her scarlet lips, <|Q|>'Why don't you ask me who I am, and what I am doing here alone? do not you care to know?'<|Q|>\n\n'If you will deign to tell me,' he said.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_8": "'If you will deign to tell me,' he said.\n\n<|Q|>'Then I will tell you,'<|Q|> she said; 'I am a siren -- are you not afraid now?'\n\n'Why should I be afraid?' he asked, for the name had no meaning in his ears.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_61": "\u201cAn actor!\u201d It was impossible to resemble one less, at least, than Mrs. Grose at that moment.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ve never seen one, but so I suppose them. He\u2019s tall, active, erect,\u201d<|Q|> I continued, \u201cbut never \u2014 no, never! \u2014 a gentleman.\u201d\n\nMy companion\u2019s face had blanched as I went on; her round eyes started and her mild mouth gaped. \u201cA gentleman?\u201d she gasped, confounded, stupefied: \u201ca gentleman he?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_34": "\u201cOh, I\u2019m not fit for church!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWon\u2019t it do you good?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt won\u2019t do them! \u2014 I nodded at the house.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_7": "\u201cThrough this window? Dreadful!\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d I said, \u201cI\u2019ve been frightened.\u201d Mrs. Grose\u2019s eyes expressed plainly that she had no wish to be, yet also that she knew too well her place not to be ready to share with me any marked inconvenience. Oh, it was quite settled that she must share! <|Q|>\u201cJust what you saw from the dining room a minute ago was the effect of that. What I saw \u2014 just before \u2014 was much worse.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHer hand tightened. \u201cWhat was it?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_62": "\u201cAn actor!\u201d It was impossible to resemble one less, at least, than Mrs. Grose at that moment.\n\n\u201cI\u2019ve never seen one, but so I suppose them. He\u2019s tall, active, erect,\u201d I continued, <|Q|>\u201cbut never \u2014 no, never! \u2014 a gentleman.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy companion\u2019s face had blanched as I went on; her round eyes started and her mild mouth gaped. \u201cA gentleman?\u201d she gasped, confounded, stupefied: \u201ca gentleman he?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_13": "'Then you have never heard of me,' she said; 'you don't know why I sit and watch for the great gilded ships you mortals build for yourselves?'\n\n<|Q|>'For your pleasure, I suppose,'<|Q|> he answered. 'I have watched them myself many a time; they are grand as they sweep by, with their sharp brazen beaks cleaving the frothing water, and their painted sails curving out firm against the sky. It is good to hear the measured thud of the great oars and the cheerful cries of the sailors as they clamber about the cordage.'\n\nShe laughed disdainfully. 'And you think I care for all that!' she cried. 'Where is the pleasure of looking idly on and admiring? -- that is for them, not for me. As these galleys of yours pass, I sing -- and when the sailors hear, they must come to me. Man after man leaps eagerly into the sea, and makes for the shore -- until at last the oars grind and lock together, and the great ship drifts helplessly on, empty and aimless. I like that.'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_39": "\u201cI\u2019m afraid of him.\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose\u2019s large face showed me, at this, for the first time, the faraway faint glimmer of a consciousness more acute: I somehow made out in it the delayed dawn of an idea I myself had not given her and that was as yet quite obscure to me. It comes back to me that I thought instantly of this as something I could get from her; and I felt it to be connected with the desire she presently showed to know more. <|Q|>\u201cWhen was it \u2014 on the tower?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAbout the middle of the month. At this same hour.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_68": "\u201cAnd dressed \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIn somebody\u2019s clothes.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cThey\u2019re smart, but they\u2019re not his own.\u201d\n\nShe broke into a breathless affirmative groan: \u201cThey\u2019re the master\u2019s!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_40": "Mrs. Grose\u2019s large face showed me, at this, for the first time, the faraway faint glimmer of a consciousness more acute: I somehow made out in it the delayed dawn of an idea I myself had not given her and that was as yet quite obscure to me. It comes back to me that I thought instantly of this as something I could get from her; and I felt it to be connected with the desire she presently showed to know more. \u201cWhen was it \u2014 on the tower?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAbout the middle of the month. At this same hour.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAlmost at dark,\u201d said Mrs. Grose.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_41": "\u201cAbout the middle of the month. At this same hour.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAlmost at dark,\u201d<|Q|> said Mrs. Grose.\n\n\u201cOh, no, not nearly. I saw him as I see you.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_71": "She broke into a breathless affirmative groan: \u201cThey\u2019re the master\u2019s!\u201d\n\nI caught it up. <|Q|>\u201cYou do know him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe faltered but a second. \u201cQuint!\u201d she cried.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_21": "'I cannot say,' she replied carelessly; 'they are not here for long; when the sea comes up it carries them away.'\n\n<|Q|>'And you do not care!'<|Q|> he cried, struck with horror at the absolute indifference in her face; 'you do not even try to keep them here?'\n\n'Why should I care?' said the siren lightly; 'I do not want them. More will always come when I wish. And it is so wearisome always to see the same faces, that I am glad when they go.'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_28": "They took Bruce Gordon's testimony, and sent him home.\n\nJurgens was waiting for him when he came on the beat. From his look of having slept well, he must have been out almost as soon as he was booked. Two other men stood behind Gordon, while Jurgens explained that he didn't like being interrupted on business calls <|Q|>\"about the Mayor's campaign, or anything else,\"<|Q|> and that next time there'd be real hard feelings. Gordon was surprised when he wasn't beaten, but not when the racketeer suggested that any money found at a crime was evidence and should go to the police. The captain had told him the same.\n\nBy Friday, he had learned. He made his collections early. Gable had sold him the list of what was expected, and he used it, though he cut down the figures in a few cases. There was no sense in killing the geese that laid the eggs.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_72": "\u201cQuint?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPeter Quint \u2014 his own man, his valet, when he was here!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhen the master was?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_22": "'I cannot say,' she replied carelessly; 'they are not here for long; when the sea comes up it carries them away.'\n\n'And you do not care!' he cried, struck with horror at the absolute indifference in her face; <|Q|>'you do not even try to keep them here?'<|Q|>\n\n'Why should I care?' said the siren lightly; 'I do not want them. More will always come when I wish. And it is so wearisome always to see the same faces, that I am glad when they go.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_25": "'Why should I care?' said the siren lightly; 'I do not want them. More will always come when I wish. And it is so wearisome always to see the same faces, that I am glad when they go.'\n\n<|Q|>'I will not believe it, siren,'<|Q|> groaned the young man, turning from her in bitter anguish; 'oh, you cannot be cruel!'\n\n'No, I am not cruel,' she said in surprise. 'And why will you not believe me? It is true!'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_74": "\u201cWhen the master was?\u201d\n\nGaping still, but meeting me, she pieced it all together. <|Q|>\u201cHe never wore his hat, but he did wear \u2014 well, there were waistcoats missed. They were both here \u2014 last year. Then the master went, and Quint was alone.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI followed, but halting a little. \u201cAlone?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_76": "I followed, but halting a little. \u201cAlone?\u201d\n\n\u201cAlone with us.\u201d Then, as from a deeper depth, <|Q|>\u201cIn charge,\u201d<|Q|> she added.\n\n\u201cAnd what became of him?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_28": "'I will not believe it, siren,' groaned the young man, turning from her in bitter anguish; 'oh, you cannot be cruel!'\n\n'No, I am not cruel,' she said in surprise. <|Q|>'And why will you not believe me? It is true!'<|Q|>\n\n'Listen to me,' he said passionately: 'do you know how bitter it is to die, -- to leave the sunlight and the warm air, the fair land and the changing sea?'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_46": "\u201cThen how did he get in?\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd how did he get out?\u201d I laughed. \u201cI had no opportunity to ask him! This evening, you see,\u201d I pursued, <|Q|>\u201che has not been able to get in.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHe only peeps?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_27": "'I will not believe it, siren,' groaned the young man, turning from her in bitter anguish; 'oh, you cannot be cruel!'\n\n<|Q|>'No, I am not cruel,'<|Q|> she said in surprise. 'And why will you not believe me? It is true!'\n\n'Listen to me,' he said passionately: 'do you know how bitter it is to die, -- to leave the sunlight and the warm air, the fair land and the changing sea?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_1": "He came nearer, and, obeying a careless motion of her hand, threw himself down on a broad shelf of rock a little below the spot where she was seated; still he did not dare to speak lest the vision should pass away.\n\nShe looked at him for some time with an innocent, almost childish, curiosity shining under her long lashes. At last she gave a low little laugh: 'Are you afraid of me?' she asked; <|Q|>'why don't you speak? but perhaps,'<|Q|> she added to herself, 'mortals cannot speak.'\n\n'I was silent,' he said, 'lest by speaking I should anger you -- for surely you must be some goddess or sea-nymph?'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_52": "We met in another long look. \u201cDon\u2019t you?\u201d Instead of answering she came nearer to the window and, for a minute, applied her face to the glass. \u201cYou see how he could see,\u201d I meanwhile went on.\n\nShe didn\u2019t move. <|Q|>\u201cHow long was he here?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTill I came out. I came to meet him.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_54": "\u201cTill I came out. I came to meet him.\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose at last turned round, and there was still more in her face. <|Q|>\u201cI couldn\u2019t have come out.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNeither could I!\u201d I laughed again. \u201cBut I did come. I have my duty.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_4": "'I was silent,' he said, 'lest by speaking I should anger you -- for surely you must be some goddess or sea-nymph?'\n\n<|Q|>'Ah, you can speak!'<|Q|> she cried. 'No, I am no goddess or nymph, and you will not anger me -- if only you will tell me many things I want to know!'\n\nAnd she began to ask him all the questions she could think of: first about the great world in which men lived, and then about himself, for she was very curious, in a charmingly wilful and capricious fashion of her own.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_27": "I found I had no need to think. \u201cNo.\u201d She gazed in deeper wonder. \u201cNo.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThen nobody about the place? Nobody from the village?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNobody \u2014 nobody. I didn\u2019t tell you, but I made sure.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_30": "\u201cWhat is he? He\u2019s a horror.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cA horror?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHe\u2019s \u2014 God help me if I know what he is!\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_39": "'I cannot!' she cried. 'Of what use is my power to me if I may not exercise it? Why do you tell me of men's sufferings -- what are they to me?'\n\n<|Q|>'They give you their lives,'<|Q|> he said; 'you fill them with a hopeless love and they die for it in misery -- yet you cannot even pity them!'\n\n'Is it love that brings them here?' she said eagerly. 'What is this that is called love? For I have always known that if I ever love -- but then only -- I must die, though what love may be I know not. Tell me, so that I may avoid it!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_7": "Presently she said, with a strange smile that showed her cruel little teeth gleaming between her scarlet lips, 'Why don't you ask me who I am, and what I am doing here alone? do not you care to know?'\n\n<|Q|>'If you will deign to tell me,'<|Q|> he said.\n\n'Then I will tell you,' she said; 'I am a siren -- are you not afraid now?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_11": "She was disappointed; it was only her voice -- nothing else, then -- that deprived men of their senses; perhaps this youth was proof even against that; she longed to try, and yet she hesitated still.\n\n<|Q|>'Then you have never heard of me,'<|Q|> she said; 'you don't know why I sit and watch for the great gilded ships you mortals build for yourselves?'\n\n'For your pleasure, I suppose,' he answered. 'I have watched them myself many a time; they are grand as they sweep by, with their sharp brazen beaks cleaving the frothing water, and their painted sails curving out firm against the sky. It is good to hear the measured thud of the great oars and the cheerful cries of the sailors as they clamber about the cordage.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_9": "'If you will deign to tell me,' he said.\n\n'Then I will tell you,' she said; <|Q|>'I am a siren -- are you not afraid now?'<|Q|>\n\n'Why should I be afraid?' he asked, for the name had no meaning in his ears.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_10": "'Then I will tell you,' she said; 'I am a siren -- are you not afraid now?'\n\n<|Q|>'Why should I be afraid?'<|Q|> he asked, for the name had no meaning in his ears.\n\nShe was disappointed; it was only her voice -- nothing else, then -- that deprived men of their senses; perhaps this youth was proof even against that; she longed to try, and yet she hesitated still.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_12": "She was disappointed; it was only her voice -- nothing else, then -- that deprived men of their senses; perhaps this youth was proof even against that; she longed to try, and yet she hesitated still.\n\n'Then you have never heard of me,' she said; <|Q|>'you don't know why I sit and watch for the great gilded ships you mortals build for yourselves?'<|Q|>\n\n'For your pleasure, I suppose,' he answered. 'I have watched them myself many a time; they are grand as they sweep by, with their sharp brazen beaks cleaving the frothing water, and their painted sails curving out firm against the sky. It is good to hear the measured thud of the great oars and the cheerful cries of the sailors as they clamber about the cordage.'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_37": "\u201cI can\u2019t leave them now.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou\u2019re afraid \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI spoke boldly. \u201cI\u2019m afraid of him.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_14": "'Then you have never heard of me,' she said; 'you don't know why I sit and watch for the great gilded ships you mortals build for yourselves?'\n\n'For your pleasure, I suppose,' he answered. <|Q|>'I have watched them myself many a time; they are grand as they sweep by, with their sharp brazen beaks cleaving the frothing water, and their painted sails curving out firm against the sky. It is good to hear the measured thud of the great oars and the cheerful cries of the sailors as they clamber about the cordage.'<|Q|>\n\nShe laughed disdainfully. 'And you think I care for all that!' she cried. 'Where is the pleasure of looking idly on and admiring? -- that is for them, not for me. As these galleys of yours pass, I sing -- and when the sailors hear, they must come to me. Man after man leaps eagerly into the sea, and makes for the shore -- until at last the oars grind and lock together, and the great ship drifts helplessly on, empty and aimless. I like that.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_15": "'For your pleasure, I suppose,' he answered. 'I have watched them myself many a time; they are grand as they sweep by, with their sharp brazen beaks cleaving the frothing water, and their painted sails curving out firm against the sky. It is good to hear the measured thud of the great oars and the cheerful cries of the sailors as they clamber about the cordage.'\n\nShe laughed disdainfully. <|Q|>'And you think I care for all that!'<|Q|> she cried. 'Where is the pleasure of looking idly on and admiring? -- that is for them, not for me. As these galleys of yours pass, I sing -- and when the sailors hear, they must come to me. Man after man leaps eagerly into the sea, and makes for the shore -- until at last the oars grind and lock together, and the great ship drifts helplessly on, empty and aimless. I like that.'\n\n'But the men?' he asked, with an uneasy wonder at her words.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_18": "'Oh, they reach the shore -- some of them, and then they lie at my feet, just as you are lying now, and I sing on, and as they listen they lose all power or wish to move, nor have I ever heard them speak as you speak; they only lie there upon the sand or rock, and gaze at me always, and soon their cheeks grow hollower and hollower, and their eyes brighter and brighter -- and it is I who make them so!'\n\n'But I see them not,' said the youth, divided between hope and fear; <|Q|>'the beach is bare; where, then, are all those gone who have lain here?'<|Q|>\n\n'I cannot say,' she replied carelessly; 'they are not here for long; when the sea comes up it carries them away.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_19": "'But I see them not,' said the youth, divided between hope and fear; 'the beach is bare; where, then, are all those gone who have lain here?'\n\n<|Q|>'I cannot say,'<|Q|> she replied carelessly; 'they are not here for long; when the sea comes up it carries them away.'\n\n'And you do not care!' he cried, struck with horror at the absolute indifference in her face; 'you do not even try to keep them here?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_20": "'But I see them not,' said the youth, divided between hope and fear; 'the beach is bare; where, then, are all those gone who have lain here?'\n\n'I cannot say,' she replied carelessly; <|Q|>'they are not here for long; when the sea comes up it carries them away.'<|Q|>\n\n'And you do not care!' he cried, struck with horror at the absolute indifference in her face; 'you do not even try to keep them here?'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_70": "\u201cIn somebody\u2019s clothes.\u201d \u201cThey\u2019re smart, but they\u2019re not his own.\u201d\n\nShe broke into a breathless affirmative groan: <|Q|>\u201cThey\u2019re the master\u2019s!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI caught it up. \u201cYou do know him?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_24": "'And you do not care!' he cried, struck with horror at the absolute indifference in her face; 'you do not even try to keep them here?'\n\n'Why should I care?' said the siren lightly; <|Q|>'I do not want them. More will always come when I wish. And it is so wearisome always to see the same faces, that I am glad when they go.'<|Q|>\n\n'I will not believe it, siren,' groaned the young man, turning from her in bitter anguish; 'oh, you cannot be cruel!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_54": "He had spoken softly, with a far away look in his eyes that did not escape the siren.\n\n'And you love one of your mortal maidens like that?' she asked. <|Q|>'Is she more beautiful than I am?'<|Q|>\n\n'She is mortal,' he said, 'but she is fair and gracious, my maiden; and it is she who has my love, and will have it while I live.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_23": "'And you do not care!' he cried, struck with horror at the absolute indifference in her face; 'you do not even try to keep them here?'\n\n<|Q|>'Why should I care?'<|Q|> said the siren lightly; 'I do not want them. More will always come when I wish. And it is so wearisome always to see the same faces, that I am glad when they go.'\n\n'I will not believe it, siren,' groaned the young man, turning from her in bitter anguish; 'oh, you cannot be cruel!'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_75": "I followed, but halting a little. \u201cAlone?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAlone with us.\u201d<|Q|> Then, as from a deeper depth, \u201cIn charge,\u201d she added.\n\n\u201cAnd what became of him?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_26": "'Why should I care?' said the siren lightly; 'I do not want them. More will always come when I wish. And it is so wearisome always to see the same faces, that I am glad when they go.'\n\n'I will not believe it, siren,' groaned the young man, turning from her in bitter anguish; <|Q|>'oh, you cannot be cruel!'<|Q|>\n\n'No, I am not cruel,' she said in surprise. 'And why will you not believe me? It is true!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_57": "Her childlike waywardness had left her as she spoke the words, and a dangerous fire was shining in her deep eyes.\n\n'Never!' he cried; <|Q|>'even you cannot make me false to my love! And yet,'<|Q|> he added quickly, 'I dare not challenge you, enchantress that you are; what is my will against your power?'\n\n'You do not love me yet,' she said; 'you have called me cruel, and reproached me; you have dared to tell me of a maiden compared with whom I am nothing! You shall be punished. I will have you for my own, like the others!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_2": "He came nearer, and, obeying a careless motion of her hand, threw himself down on a broad shelf of rock a little below the spot where she was seated; still he did not dare to speak lest the vision should pass away.\n\nShe looked at him for some time with an innocent, almost childish, curiosity shining under her long lashes. At last she gave a low little laugh: 'Are you afraid of me?' she asked; 'why don't you speak? but perhaps,' she added to herself, <|Q|>'mortals cannot speak.'<|Q|>\n\n'I was silent,' he said, 'lest by speaking I should anger you -- for surely you must be some goddess or sea-nymph?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_29": "'No, I am not cruel,' she said in surprise. 'And why will you not believe me? It is true!'\n\n'Listen to me,' he said passionately: <|Q|>'do you know how bitter it is to die, -- to leave the sunlight and the warm air, the fair land and the changing sea?'<|Q|>\n\n'How can I know?' said the siren. 'I shall never die -- unless -- unless something happens which will never be!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_30": "'Listen to me,' he said passionately: 'do you know how bitter it is to die, -- to leave the sunlight and the warm air, the fair land and the changing sea?'\n\n<|Q|>'How can I know?'<|Q|> said the siren. 'I shall never die -- unless -- unless something happens which will never be!'\n\n'You will live on, to bring this bitterness upon others for your sport. We mortals lead but short lives, and life, even spent in sorrow, is sweet to most of us; and our deaths when they come bring mourning to those who cared for us and are left behind. But you lure men to this isle, and look on unmoved as they are borne away!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_33": "'You will live on, to bring this bitterness upon others for your sport. We mortals lead but short lives, and life, even spent in sorrow, is sweet to most of us; and our deaths when they come bring mourning to those who cared for us and are left behind. But you lure men to this isle, and look on unmoved as they are borne away!'\n\n<|Q|>'No, you are wrong,'<|Q|> she said; 'I am not cruel, as you think me; when they are no longer pleasant to look at, I leave them. I never see them borne away. I never thought what became of them at last. Where are they now?'\n\n'They are dead, siren,' he said sadly, 'drowned. Life was dear to them; far away there were women and children to whom they had hoped to return, and who have waited and wept for them since. Happy years were before them, and to some at least -- but for you -- a restful and honoured old age. But you called them, and as they lay here the greedy waves came up, dashed them from these rocks and sucked them, blinded, suffocating, battling painfully for breath and life, down into the dark green depths. And now their bones lie tangled in the sea-weed, but they themselves are wandering, sad, restless shades, in the shadowy world below, where is no sun, no happiness, no hope -- but only sighing evermore, and the memory of the past!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_31": "'Listen to me,' he said passionately: 'do you know how bitter it is to die, -- to leave the sunlight and the warm air, the fair land and the changing sea?'\n\n'How can I know?' said the siren. <|Q|>'I shall never die -- unless -- unless something happens which will never be!'<|Q|>\n\n'You will live on, to bring this bitterness upon others for your sport. We mortals lead but short lives, and life, even spent in sorrow, is sweet to most of us; and our deaths when they come bring mourning to those who cared for us and are left behind. But you lure men to this isle, and look on unmoved as they are borne away!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_64": "'Let me go,' he cried, rising, and turning back to regain his bark; 'I choose life while I may!'\n\nShe laughed. <|Q|>'You have no choice,'<|Q|> she said; 'you are mine!' she seemed to have grown still more radiantly, dazzlingly fair, and presently, as the stranger made his way to the creek where his boat was lying, she broke into the low soft chant whose subtle witchery no mortals had ever resisted as yet.\n\nHe started as he heard her, but still he went on over the rocks a little longer, until at last he stopped with a groan, and turned slowly back; his love across the sea was fading fast from his memory; he felt no desire to escape any longer; he was even eager at last to be back on the ledge at her feet and listen to her for ever.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_65": "'Let me go,' he cried, rising, and turning back to regain his bark; 'I choose life while I may!'\n\nShe laughed. 'You have no choice,' she said; <|Q|>'you are mine!'<|Q|> she seemed to have grown still more radiantly, dazzlingly fair, and presently, as the stranger made his way to the creek where his boat was lying, she broke into the low soft chant whose subtle witchery no mortals had ever resisted as yet.\n\nHe started as he heard her, but still he went on over the rocks a little longer, until at last he stopped with a groan, and turned slowly back; his love across the sea was fading fast from his memory; he felt no desire to escape any longer; he was even eager at last to be back on the ledge at her feet and listen to her for ever.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_37": "She listened with drooping lids, and her chin resting upon her soft palm; at last she said with a slight quiver in her voice,'I did not know -- I did not mean them to die. And what can I do? I cannot keep back the sea.'\n\n<|Q|>'You can let them sail by unharmed,'<|Q|> he said.\n\n'I cannot!' she cried. 'Of what use is my power to me if I may not exercise it? Why do you tell me of men's sufferings -- what are they to me?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_38": "'You can let them sail by unharmed,' he said.\n\n'I cannot!' she cried. <|Q|>'Of what use is my power to me if I may not exercise it? Why do you tell me of men's sufferings -- what are they to me?'<|Q|>\n\n'They give you their lives,' he said; 'you fill them with a hopeless love and they die for it in misery -- yet you cannot even pity them!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_69": "She remembered now that no efforts of his own could save him -- he was doomed, and she was the cause of it, and she hid her face in her slender hands, weeping for the first time in her life.\n\nThe words he had spoken in answer to her questions about love came back to her: 'It was true, then,' she said to herself; <|Q|>'it is love that I feel for him. But I cannot love -- I must not love him -- for if I do, my power is gone, and I must throw myself into the sea!'<|Q|>\n\nSo she hardened her heart once more, and turned away, for she feared to die; but again the ground shook beneath her, and the spray rose high into the air, and then she could bear it no more -- whatever it cost her, she must save him -- for if he died, what good would her life be to her?", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_67": "She sprang forward to the edge and looked over, with a sudden terror lest the ledge below should be bare -- but her victim lay there still, bound fast by her spell, and careless of the death that was advancing upon him.\n\nThen she knew for the first time that she could not give him up to the sea, and she leaned down to him and laid one small white hand upon his shoulder. 'The next wave will carry you away,' she cried, trembling; <|Q|>'there is still time; save yourself, for I cannot let you die!'<|Q|>\n\nBut he gave no sign of having heard her, but lay there motionless, and the wind wailed past them and the sea grew wilder and louder.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_41": "'They give you their lives,' he said; 'you fill them with a hopeless love and they die for it in misery -- yet you cannot even pity them!'\n\n<|Q|>'Is it love that brings them here?'<|Q|> she said eagerly. 'What is this that is called love? For I have always known that if I ever love -- but then only -- I must die, though what love may be I know not. Tell me, so that I may avoid it!'\n\n'You need not fear, siren,' he said, 'for, if death is only to come to you through love, you will never die!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_43": "'Is it love that brings them here?' she said eagerly. 'What is this that is called love? For I have always known that if I ever love -- but then only -- I must die, though what love may be I know not. Tell me, so that I may avoid it!'\n\n<|Q|>'You need not fear, siren,'<|Q|> he said, 'for, if death is only to come to you through love, you will never die!'\n\n'Still, I want to know,' she insisted; 'tell me!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_42": "'They give you their lives,' he said; 'you fill them with a hopeless love and they die for it in misery -- yet you cannot even pity them!'\n\n'Is it love that brings them here?' she said eagerly. <|Q|>'What is this that is called love? For I have always known that if I ever love -- but then only -- I must die, though what love may be I know not. Tell me, so that I may avoid it!'<|Q|>\n\n'You need not fear, siren,' he said, 'for, if death is only to come to you through love, you will never die!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_44": "'Is it love that brings them here?' she said eagerly. 'What is this that is called love? For I have always known that if I ever love -- but then only -- I must die, though what love may be I know not. Tell me, so that I may avoid it!'\n\n'You need not fear, siren,' he said, <|Q|>'for, if death is only to come to you through love, you will never die!'<|Q|>\n\n'Still, I want to know,' she insisted; 'tell me!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_45": "'You need not fear, siren,' he said, 'for, if death is only to come to you through love, you will never die!'\n\n<|Q|>'Still, I want to know,'<|Q|> she insisted; 'tell me!'\n\n'If a stranger were to come some day to this isle, and when his eyes meet yours, you feel your indifference leaving you, so that you have no heart to see him lie ignobly at your feet, and cannot leave him to perish miserably in the cold waters; if you desire to keep him by your side -- not as your slave and victim, but as your companion, your equal, for evermore -- that will be love!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_48": "'If a stranger were to come some day to this isle, and when his eyes meet yours, you feel your indifference leaving you, so that you have no heart to see him lie ignobly at your feet, and cannot leave him to perish miserably in the cold waters; if you desire to keep him by your side -- not as your slave and victim, but as your companion, your equal, for evermore -- that will be love!'\n\n'If that is love,' she cried joyously, <|Q|>'I shall indeed never die! But that is not how men love me?'<|Q|> she added.\n\n'No,' he said; 'their love for you must be some strange and enslaving passion, since they will submit to death if only they may hear your voice. That is not true love, but a fatal madness.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_47": "'If a stranger were to come some day to this isle, and when his eyes meet yours, you feel your indifference leaving you, so that you have no heart to see him lie ignobly at your feet, and cannot leave him to perish miserably in the cold waters; if you desire to keep him by your side -- not as your slave and victim, but as your companion, your equal, for evermore -- that will be love!'\n\n<|Q|>'If that is love,'<|Q|> she cried joyously, 'I shall indeed never die! But that is not how men love me?' she added.\n\n'No,' he said; 'their love for you must be some strange and enslaving passion, since they will submit to death if only they may hear your voice. That is not true love, but a fatal madness.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_49": "'If that is love,' she cried joyously, 'I shall indeed never die! But that is not how men love me?' she added.\n\n'No,' he said; <|Q|>'their love for you must be some strange and enslaving passion, since they will submit to death if only they may hear your voice. That is not true love, but a fatal madness.'<|Q|>\n\n'But if mortals feel love for one another,' she asked,'they must die, must they not?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_50": "'No,' he said; 'their love for you must be some strange and enslaving passion, since they will submit to death if only they may hear your voice. That is not true love, but a fatal madness.'\n\n<|Q|>'But if mortals feel love for one another,'<|Q|> she asked,'they must die, must they not?'\n\n'The love of a man for a maiden who is gentle and good does not kill -- even when it is most hopeless,' he said; 'and where she feels it in return, it is well for both, for their lives will flow on together in peace and happiness.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_51": "'But if mortals feel love for one another,' she asked,'they must die, must they not?'\n\n<|Q|>'The love of a man for a maiden who is gentle and good does not kill -- even when it is most hopeless,'<|Q|> he said; 'and where she feels it in return, it is well for both, for their lives will flow on together in peace and happiness.'\n\nHe had spoken softly, with a far away look in his eyes that did not escape the siren.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_52": "'But if mortals feel love for one another,' she asked,'they must die, must they not?'\n\n'The love of a man for a maiden who is gentle and good does not kill -- even when it is most hopeless,' he said; <|Q|>'and where she feels it in return, it is well for both, for their lives will flow on together in peace and happiness.'<|Q|>\n\nHe had spoken softly, with a far away look in his eyes that did not escape the siren.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_73": "\u201cPeter Quint \u2014 his own man, his valet, when he was here!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhen the master was?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nGaping still, but meeting me, she pieced it all together. \u201cHe never wore his hat, but he did wear \u2014 well, there were waistcoats missed. They were both here \u2014 last year. Then the master went, and Quint was alone.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_55": "'And you love one of your mortal maidens like that?' she asked. 'Is she more beautiful than I am?'\n\n'She is mortal,' he said, <|Q|>'but she is fair and gracious, my maiden; and it is she who has my love, and will have it while I live.'<|Q|>\n\n'And yet,' she said, with a mocking smile, 'I could make you forget her.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_53": "He had spoken softly, with a far away look in his eyes that did not escape the siren.\n\n<|Q|>'And you love one of your mortal maidens like that?'<|Q|> she asked. 'Is she more beautiful than I am?'\n\n'She is mortal,' he said, 'but she is fair and gracious, my maiden; and it is she who has my love, and will have it while I live.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_56": "'She is mortal,' he said, 'but she is fair and gracious, my maiden; and it is she who has my love, and will have it while I live.'\n\n'And yet,' she said, with a mocking smile, <|Q|>'I could make you forget her.'<|Q|>\n\nHer childlike waywardness had left her as she spoke the words, and a dangerous fire was shining in her deep eyes.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_58": "Her childlike waywardness had left her as she spoke the words, and a dangerous fire was shining in her deep eyes.\n\n'Never!' he cried; 'even you cannot make me false to my love! And yet,' he added quickly, <|Q|>'I dare not challenge you, enchantress that you are; what is my will against your power?'<|Q|>\n\n'You do not love me yet,' she said; 'you have called me cruel, and reproached me; you have dared to tell me of a maiden compared with whom I am nothing! You shall be punished. I will have you for my own, like the others!'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_50": "\u201cI hope it will be confined to that!\u201d She had now let go my hand; she turned away a little. I waited an instant; then I brought out: \u201cGo to church. Goodbye. I must watch.\u201d\n\nSlowly she faced me again. <|Q|>\u201cDo you fear for them?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWe met in another long look. \u201cDon\u2019t you?\u201d Instead of answering she came nearer to the window and, for a minute, applied her face to the glass. \u201cYou see how he could see,\u201d I meanwhile went on.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_59": "'Never!' he cried; 'even you cannot make me false to my love! And yet,' he added quickly, 'I dare not challenge you, enchantress that you are; what is my will against your power?'\n\n<|Q|>'You do not love me yet,'<|Q|> she said; 'you have called me cruel, and reproached me; you have dared to tell me of a maiden compared with whom I am nothing! You shall be punished. I will have you for my own, like the others!'\n\n'Siren,' he pleaded, seizing one of her hands as it lay close to him on the hot grey rock, 'take my life if you will -- but do not drive away the memory of my love; let me die, if I must die, faithful to her; for what am I, or what is my love, to you?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_61": "'You do not love me yet,' she said; 'you have called me cruel, and reproached me; you have dared to tell me of a maiden compared with whom I am nothing! You shall be punished. I will have you for my own, like the others!'\n\n'Siren,' he pleaded, seizing one of her hands as it lay close to him on the hot grey rock, <|Q|>'take my life if you will -- but do not drive away the memory of my love; let me die, if I must die, faithful to her; for what am I, or what is my love, to you?'<|Q|>\n\n'Nothing,' she said scornfully, and yet with something of a caress in her tone, 'yet I want you; you shall lie here, and hold my hand, and look into my eyes, and forget all else but me.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_60": "'Never!' he cried; 'even you cannot make me false to my love! And yet,' he added quickly, 'I dare not challenge you, enchantress that you are; what is my will against your power?'\n\n'You do not love me yet,' she said; <|Q|>'you have called me cruel, and reproached me; you have dared to tell me of a maiden compared with whom I am nothing! You shall be punished. I will have you for my own, like the others!'<|Q|>\n\n'Siren,' he pleaded, seizing one of her hands as it lay close to him on the hot grey rock, 'take my life if you will -- but do not drive away the memory of my love; let me die, if I must die, faithful to her; for what am I, or what is my love, to you?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_62": "'Siren,' he pleaded, seizing one of her hands as it lay close to him on the hot grey rock, 'take my life if you will -- but do not drive away the memory of my love; let me die, if I must die, faithful to her; for what am I, or what is my love, to you?'\n\n'Nothing,' she said scornfully, and yet with something of a caress in her tone, <|Q|>'yet I want you; you shall lie here, and hold my hand, and look into my eyes, and forget all else but me.'<|Q|>\n\n'Let me go,' he cried, rising, and turning back to regain his bark; 'I choose life while I may!'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_18": "\u201cInfernal, then!\u201d I almost cheerfully rejoined. \u201cHe has provided for himself as well. But come!\u201d\n\nShe had helplessly gloomed at the upper regions. <|Q|>\u201cYou leave him \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSo long with Quint? Yes \u2014 I don\u2019t mind that now.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_35": "'No, you are wrong,' she said; 'I am not cruel, as you think me; when they are no longer pleasant to look at, I leave them. I never see them borne away. I never thought what became of them at last. Where are they now?'\n\n<|Q|>'They are dead, siren,'<|Q|> he said sadly, 'drowned. Life was dear to them; far away there were women and children to whom they had hoped to return, and who have waited and wept for them since. Happy years were before them, and to some at least -- but for you -- a restful and honoured old age. But you called them, and as they lay here the greedy waves came up, dashed them from these rocks and sucked them, blinded, suffocating, battling painfully for breath and life, down into the dark green depths. And now their bones lie tangled in the sea-weed, but they themselves are wandering, sad, restless shades, in the shadowy world below, where is no sun, no happiness, no hope -- but only sighing evermore, and the memory of the past!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_34": "'You will live on, to bring this bitterness upon others for your sport. We mortals lead but short lives, and life, even spent in sorrow, is sweet to most of us; and our deaths when they come bring mourning to those who cared for us and are left behind. But you lure men to this isle, and look on unmoved as they are borne away!'\n\n'No, you are wrong,' she said; <|Q|>'I am not cruel, as you think me; when they are no longer pleasant to look at, I leave them. I never see them borne away. I never thought what became of them at last. Where are they now?'<|Q|>\n\n'They are dead, siren,' he said sadly, 'drowned. Life was dear to them; far away there were women and children to whom they had hoped to return, and who have waited and wept for them since. Happy years were before them, and to some at least -- but for you -- a restful and honoured old age. But you called them, and as they lay here the greedy waves came up, dashed them from these rocks and sucked them, blinded, suffocating, battling painfully for breath and life, down into the dark green depths. And now their bones lie tangled in the sea-weed, but they themselves are wandering, sad, restless shades, in the shadowy world below, where is no sun, no happiness, no hope -- but only sighing evermore, and the memory of the past!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_66": "She sprang forward to the edge and looked over, with a sudden terror lest the ledge below should be bare -- but her victim lay there still, bound fast by her spell, and careless of the death that was advancing upon him.\n\nThen she knew for the first time that she could not give him up to the sea, and she leaned down to him and laid one small white hand upon his shoulder. <|Q|>'The next wave will carry you away,'<|Q|> she cried, trembling; 'there is still time; save yourself, for I cannot let you die!'\n\nBut he gave no sign of having heard her, but lay there motionless, and the wind wailed past them and the sea grew wilder and louder.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_05_james_64kb_32": "\u201cHe\u2019s \u2014 God help me if I know what he is!\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose looked round once more; she fixed her eyes on the duskier distance, then, pulling herself together, turned to me with abrupt inconsequence. <|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s time we should be at church.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, I\u2019m not fit for church!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_23": "My companion still demurred: the storm of the night and the early morning had dropped, but the afternoon was damp and gray. I came down to the drive while she stood in the doorway. \u201cYou go with nothing on?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat do I care when the child has nothing? I can\u2019t wait to dress,\u201d<|Q|> I cried, \u201cand if you must do so, I leave you. Try meanwhile, yourself, upstairs.\u201d\n\n\u201cWith them?\u201d Oh, on this, the poor woman promptly joined me!", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_68": "She remembered now that no efforts of his own could save him -- he was doomed, and she was the cause of it, and she hid her face in her slender hands, weeping for the first time in her life.\n\nThe words he had spoken in answer to her questions about love came back to her: <|Q|>'It was true, then,'<|Q|> she said to herself; 'it is love that I feel for him. But I cannot love -- I must not love him -- for if I do, my power is gone, and I must throw myself into the sea!'\n\nSo she hardened her heart once more, and turned away, for she feared to die; but again the ground shook beneath her, and the spray rose high into the air, and then she could bear it no more -- whatever it cost her, she must save him -- for if he died, what good would her life be to her?", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_70": "So she hardened her heart once more, and turned away, for she feared to die; but again the ground shook beneath her, and the spray rose high into the air, and then she could bear it no more -- whatever it cost her, she must save him -- for if he died, what good would her life be to her?\n\n<|Q|>'If one of us must die,'<|Q|> she said, 'I will be that one. I am cruel and wicked, as he told me; I have done harm enough!' and bending down, she wound her arms round his unconscious body and drew him gently up to the level above.\n\n'You are safe now,' she whispered; 'you shall not be drowned -- for I love you. Sail back to your maiden on the mainland, and be happy; but do not hate me for the evil I have wrought, for suffering and death have come to me in my turn!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_72": "'If one of us must die,' she said, 'I will be that one. I am cruel and wicked, as he told me; I have done harm enough!' and bending down, she wound her arms round his unconscious body and drew him gently up to the level above.\n\n<|Q|>'You are safe now,'<|Q|> she whispered; 'you shall not be drowned -- for I love you. Sail back to your maiden on the mainland, and be happy; but do not hate me for the evil I have wrought, for suffering and death have come to me in my turn!'\n\nThe lethargy into which he had fallen left him under her clinging embrace, and the sad, tender words fell almost unconsciously upon his dulled ears; he felt the touch of her hair as it brushed his cheek, and his forehead was still warm with the kiss she had pressed there as he opened his eyes -- only to find himself alone.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_71": "So she hardened her heart once more, and turned away, for she feared to die; but again the ground shook beneath her, and the spray rose high into the air, and then she could bear it no more -- whatever it cost her, she must save him -- for if he died, what good would her life be to her?\n\n'If one of us must die,' she said, <|Q|>'I will be that one. I am cruel and wicked, as he told me; I have done harm enough!'<|Q|> and bending down, she wound her arms round his unconscious body and drew him gently up to the level above.\n\n'You are safe now,' she whispered; 'you shall not be drowned -- for I love you. Sail back to your maiden on the mainland, and be happy; but do not hate me for the evil I have wrought, for suffering and death have come to me in my turn!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_73": "'If one of us must die,' she said, 'I will be that one. I am cruel and wicked, as he told me; I have done harm enough!' and bending down, she wound her arms round his unconscious body and drew him gently up to the level above.\n\n'You are safe now,' she whispered; <|Q|>'you shall not be drowned -- for I love you. Sail back to your maiden on the mainland, and be happy; but do not hate me for the evil I have wrought, for suffering and death have come to me in my turn!'<|Q|>\n\nThe lethargy into which he had fallen left him under her clinging embrace, and the sad, tender words fell almost unconsciously upon his dulled ears; he felt the touch of her hair as it brushed his cheek, and his forehead was still warm with the kiss she had pressed there as he opened his eyes -- only to find himself alone.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_1": "The next day, after lessons, Mrs. Grose found a moment to say to me quietly: \u201cHave you written, miss?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes \u2014 I\u2019ve written.\u201d<|Q|> But I didn\u2019t add \u2014 for the hour \u2014 that my letter, sealed and directed, was still in my pocket. There would be time enough to send it before the messenger should go to the village. Meanwhile there had been, on the part of my pupils, no more brilliant, more exemplary morning. It was exactly as if they had both had at heart to gloss over any recent little friction. They performed the dizziest feats of arithmetic, soaring quite out of my feeble range, and perpetrated, in higher spirits than ever, geographical and historical jokes. It was conspicuous of course in Miles in particular that he appeared to wish to show how easily he could let me down. This child, to my memory, really lives in a setting of beauty and misery that no words can translate; there was a distinction all his own in every impulse he revealed; never was a small natural creature, to the uninitiated eye all frankness and freedom, a more ingenious, a more extraordinary little gentleman. I had perpetually to guard against the wonder of contemplation into which my initiated view betrayed me; to check the irrelevant gaze and discouraged sigh in which I constantly both attacked and renounced the enigma of what such a little gentleman could have done that deserved a penalty. Say that, by the dark prodigy I knew, the imagination of all evil had been opened up to him: all the justice within me ached for the proof that it could ever have flowered into an act.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_0": "XVIII\n\nThe next day, after lessons, Mrs. Grose found a moment to say to me quietly: <|Q|>\u201cHave you written, miss?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes \u2014 I\u2019ve written.\u201d But I didn\u2019t add \u2014 for the hour \u2014 that my letter, sealed and directed, was still in my pocket. There would be time enough to send it before the messenger should go to the village. Meanwhile there had been, on the part of my pupils, no more brilliant, more exemplary morning. It was exactly as if they had both had at heart to gloss over any recent little friction. They performed the dizziest feats of arithmetic, soaring quite out of my feeble range, and perpetrated, in higher spirits than ever, geographical and historical jokes. It was conspicuous of course in Miles in particular that he appeared to wish to show how easily he could let me down. This child, to my memory, really lives in a setting of beauty and misery that no words can translate; there was a distinction all his own in every impulse he revealed; never was a small natural creature, to the uninitiated eye all frankness and freedom, a more ingenious, a more extraordinary little gentleman. I had perpetually to guard against the wonder of contemplation into which my initiated view betrayed me; to check the irrelevant gaze and discouraged sigh in which I constantly both attacked and renounced the enigma of what such a little gentleman could have done that deserved a penalty. Say that, by the dark prodigy I knew, the imagination of all evil had been opened up to him: all the justice within me ached for the proof that it could ever have flowered into an act.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_4": "I went straight to my room, but his sister was not there; then, before going downstairs, I looked into several others. As she was nowhere about she would surely be with Mrs. Grose, whom, in the comfort of that theory, I accordingly proceeded in quest of. I found her where I had found her the evening before, but she met my quick challenge with blank, scared ignorance. She had only supposed that, after the repast, I had carried off both the children; as to which she was quite in her right, for it was the very first time I had allowed the little girl out of my sight without some special provision. Of course now indeed she might be with the maids, so that the immediate thing was to look for her without an air of alarm. This we promptly arranged between us; but when, ten minutes later and in pursuance of our arrangement, we met in the hall, it was only to report on either side that after guarded inquiries we had altogether failed to trace her. For a minute there, apart from observation, we exchanged mute alarms, and I could feel with what high interest my friend returned me all those I had from the first given her.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShe\u2019ll be above,\u201d<|Q|> she presently said \u2014 \u201cin one of the rooms you haven\u2019t searched.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; she\u2019s at a distance.\u201d I had made up my mind. \u201cShe has gone out.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_3": "\u201d It may be imagined whether I resisted this appeal or failed to accompany him again, hand in hand, to the schoolroom. He sat down at the old piano and played as he had never played; and if there are those who think he had better have been kicking a football I can only say that I wholly agree with them. For at the end of a time that under his influence I had quite ceased to measure, I started up with a strange sense of having literally slept at my post. It was after luncheon, and by the schoolroom fire, and yet I hadn\u2019t really, in the least, slept: I had only done something much worse \u2014 I had forgotten. Where, all this time, was Flora? When I put the question to Miles, he played on a minute before answering and then could only say: <|Q|>\u201cWhy, my dear, how do I know?\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 breaking moreover into a happy laugh which, immediately after, as if it were a vocal accompaniment, he prolonged into incoherent, extravagant song.\n\nI went straight to my room, but his sister was not there; then, before going downstairs, I looked into several others. As she was nowhere about she would surely be with Mrs. Grose, whom, in the comfort of that theory, I accordingly proceeded in quest of. I found her where I had found her the evening before, but she met my quick challenge with blank, scared ignorance. She had only supposed that, after the repast, I had carried off both the children; as to which she was quite in her right, for it was the very first time I had allowed the little girl out of my sight without some special provision. Of course now indeed she might be with the maids, so that the immediate thing was to look for her without an air of alarm. This we promptly arranged between us; but when, ten minutes later and in pursuance of our arrangement, we met in the hall, it was only to report on either side that after guarded inquiries we had altogether failed to trace her. For a minute there, apart from observation, we exchanged mute alarms, and I could feel with what high interest my friend returned me all those I had from the first given her.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_5": "I went straight to my room, but his sister was not there; then, before going downstairs, I looked into several others. As she was nowhere about she would surely be with Mrs. Grose, whom, in the comfort of that theory, I accordingly proceeded in quest of. I found her where I had found her the evening before, but she met my quick challenge with blank, scared ignorance. She had only supposed that, after the repast, I had carried off both the children; as to which she was quite in her right, for it was the very first time I had allowed the little girl out of my sight without some special provision. Of course now indeed she might be with the maids, so that the immediate thing was to look for her without an air of alarm. This we promptly arranged between us; but when, ten minutes later and in pursuance of our arrangement, we met in the hall, it was only to report on either side that after guarded inquiries we had altogether failed to trace her. For a minute there, apart from observation, we exchanged mute alarms, and I could feel with what high interest my friend returned me all those I had from the first given her.\n\n\u201cShe\u2019ll be above,\u201d she presently said \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cin one of the rooms you haven\u2019t searched.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo; she\u2019s at a distance.\u201d I had made up my mind. \u201cShe has gone out.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_6": "\u201cShe\u2019ll be above,\u201d she presently said \u2014 \u201cin one of the rooms you haven\u2019t searched.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo; she\u2019s at a distance.\u201d<|Q|> I had made up my mind. \u201cShe has gone out.\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose stared. \u201cWithout a hat?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_7": "\u201cShe\u2019ll be above,\u201d she presently said \u2014 \u201cin one of the rooms you haven\u2019t searched.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; she\u2019s at a distance.\u201d I had made up my mind. <|Q|>\u201cShe has gone out.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose stared. \u201cWithout a hat?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_8": "Mrs. Grose stared. \u201cWithout a hat?\u201d\n\nI naturally also looked volumes. <|Q|>\u201cIsn\u2019t that woman always without one?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cShe\u2019s with her?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_9": "I naturally also looked volumes. \u201cIsn\u2019t that woman always without one?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShe\u2019s with her?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cShe\u2019s with her!\u201d I declared. \u201cWe must find them.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_10": "\u201cShe\u2019s with her?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShe\u2019s with her!\u201d<|Q|> I declared. \u201cWe must find them.\u201d\n\nMy hand was on my friend\u2019s arm, but she failed for the moment, confronted with such an account of the matter, to respond to my pressure. She communed, on the contrary, on the spot, with her uneasiness. \u201cAnd where\u2019s Master Miles?\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_14": "\u201cMadame,\u201d said Lucien, playing with a little dog, who, recognizing him as a friend of the house, expected to be caressed, \u201cI am not the only one who makes similar complaints, I think I heard Morcerf say that he could not extract a word from his betrothed.\u201d\n\n\u201cTrue,\u201d said Madame Danglars; <|Q|>\u201cyet I think this will all pass off, and that you will one day see her enter your study.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMy study?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_12": "\u201cShe\u2019s with her!\u201d I declared. \u201cWe must find them.\u201d\n\nMy hand was on my friend\u2019s arm, but she failed for the moment, confronted with such an account of the matter, to respond to my pressure. She communed, on the contrary, on the spot, with her uneasiness. <|Q|>\u201cAnd where\u2019s Master Miles?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, he\u2019s with Quint. They\u2019re in the schoolroom.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_13": "My hand was on my friend\u2019s arm, but she failed for the moment, confronted with such an account of the matter, to respond to my pressure. She communed, on the contrary, on the spot, with her uneasiness. \u201cAnd where\u2019s Master Miles?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, he\u2019s with Quint. They\u2019re in the schoolroom.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cLord, miss!\u201d My view, I was myself aware \u2014 and therefore I suppose my tone \u2014 had never yet reached so calm an assurance.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_17": "\u201cAt least that of the minister.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy so!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTo ask for an engagement at the Opera. Really, I never saw such an infatuation for music; it is quite ridiculous for a young lady of fashion.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_15": "\u201cLord, miss!\u201d My view, I was myself aware \u2014 and therefore I suppose my tone \u2014 had never yet reached so calm an assurance.\n\n\u201cThe trick\u2019s played,\u201d I went on; <|Q|>\u201cthey\u2019ve successfully worked their plan. He found the most divine little way to keep me quiet while she went off.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201c\u2018Divine\u2019?\u201d Mrs. Grose bewilderedly echoed.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_16": "\u201c\u2018Divine\u2019?\u201d Mrs. Grose bewilderedly echoed.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cInfernal, then!\u201d<|Q|> I almost cheerfully rejoined. \u201cHe has provided for himself as well. But come!\u201d\n\nShe had helplessly gloomed at the upper regions. \u201cYou leave him \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_19": "\u201cTo ask for an engagement at the Opera. Really, I never saw such an infatuation for music; it is quite ridiculous for a young lady of fashion.\u201d\n\nDebray smiled. \u201cWell,\u201d said he, <|Q|>\u201clet her come, with your consent and that of the baron, and we will try and give her an engagement, though we are very poor to pay such talent as hers.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cGo, Corn\u00e9lie,\u201d said Madame Danglars, \u201cI do not require you any longer.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_17": "\u201c\u2018Divine\u2019?\u201d Mrs. Grose bewilderedly echoed.\n\n\u201cInfernal, then!\u201d I almost cheerfully rejoined. <|Q|>\u201cHe has provided for himself as well. But come!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe had helplessly gloomed at the upper regions. \u201cYou leave him \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_22": "Corn\u00e9lie obeyed, and the next minute Madame Danglars left her room in a charming loose dress, and came and sat down close to Debray. Then she began thoughtfully to caress the little spaniel. Lucien looked at her for a moment in silence.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCome, Hermine,\u201d<|Q|> he said, after a short time, \u201canswer candidly, \u2014 something vexes you \u2014 is it not so?\u201d\n\n30239m", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_21": "She always ended, at these moments, by getting possession of my hand, and in this manner she could at present still stay me. But after gasping an instant at my sudden resignation, \u201cBecause of your letter?\u201d she eagerly brought out.\n\nI quickly, by way of answer, felt for my letter, drew it forth, held it up, and then, freeing myself, went and laid it on the great hall table. <|Q|>\u201cLuke will take it,\u201d<|Q|> I said as I came back. I reached the house door and opened it; I was already on the steps.\n\nMy companion still demurred: the storm of the night and the early morning had dropped, but the afternoon was damp and gray. I came down to the drive while she stood in the doorway. \u201cYou go with nothing on?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_22": "I quickly, by way of answer, felt for my letter, drew it forth, held it up, and then, freeing myself, went and laid it on the great hall table. \u201cLuke will take it,\u201d I said as I came back. I reached the house door and opened it; I was already on the steps.\n\nMy companion still demurred: the storm of the night and the early morning had dropped, but the afternoon was damp and gray. I came down to the drive while she stood in the doorway. <|Q|>\u201cYou go with nothing on?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat do I care when the child has nothing? I can\u2019t wait to dress,\u201d I cried, \u201cand if you must do so, I leave you. Try meanwhile, yourself, upstairs.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_20": "\u201cSo long with Quint? Yes \u2014 I don\u2019t mind that now.\u201d\n\nShe always ended, at these moments, by getting possession of my hand, and in this manner she could at present still stay me. But after gasping an instant at my sudden resignation, <|Q|>\u201cBecause of your letter?\u201d<|Q|> she eagerly brought out.\n\nI quickly, by way of answer, felt for my letter, drew it forth, held it up, and then, freeing myself, went and laid it on the great hall table. \u201cLuke will take it,\u201d I said as I came back. I reached the house door and opened it; I was already on the steps.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_40": "'I cannot!' she cried. 'Of what use is my power to me if I may not exercise it? Why do you tell me of men's sufferings -- what are they to me?'\n\n'They give you their lives,' he said; <|Q|>'you fill them with a hopeless love and they die for it in misery -- yet you cannot even pity them!'<|Q|>\n\n'Is it love that brings them here?' she said eagerly. 'What is this that is called love? For I have always known that if I ever love -- but then only -- I must die, though what love may be I know not. Tell me, so that I may avoid it!'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_24": "My companion still demurred: the storm of the night and the early morning had dropped, but the afternoon was damp and gray. I came down to the drive while she stood in the doorway. \u201cYou go with nothing on?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat do I care when the child has nothing? I can\u2019t wait to dress,\u201d I cried, <|Q|>\u201cand if you must do so, I leave you. Try meanwhile, yourself, upstairs.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWith them?\u201d Oh, on this, the poor woman promptly joined me!", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_0": "Debray, with the air of a man familiar with the house, entered first into the court, threw his bridle into the hands of a footman, and returned to the door to receive Madame Danglars, to whom he offered his arm, to conduct her to her apartments. The gate once closed, and Debray and the baroness alone in the court, he asked:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat was the matter with you, Hermine? and why were you so affected at that story, or rather fable, which the count related?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBecause I have been in such shocking spirits all the evening, my friend,\u201d said the baroness.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_1": "\u201cWhat was the matter with you, Hermine? and why were you so affected at that story, or rather fable, which the count related?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBecause I have been in such shocking spirits all the evening, my friend,\u201d<|Q|> said the baroness.\n\n\u201cNo, Hermine,\u201d replied Debray; \u201cyou cannot make me believe that; on the contrary, you were in excellent spirits when you arrived at the count\u2019s. M. Danglars was disagreeable, certainly, but I know how much you care for his ill-humor. Someone has vexed you; I will allow no one to annoy you.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_2": "\u201cBecause I have been in such shocking spirits all the evening, my friend,\u201d said the baroness.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, Hermine,\u201d<|Q|> replied Debray; \u201cyou cannot make me believe that; on the contrary, you were in excellent spirits when you arrived at the count\u2019s. M. Danglars was disagreeable, certainly, but I know how much you care for his ill-humor. Someone has vexed you; I will allow no one to annoy you.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are deceived, Lucien, I assure you,\u201d replied Madame Danglars; \u201cand what I have told you is really the case, added to the ill-humor you remarked, but which I did not think it worth while to allude to.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_3": "\u201cBecause I have been in such shocking spirits all the evening, my friend,\u201d said the baroness.\n\n\u201cNo, Hermine,\u201d replied Debray; <|Q|>\u201cyou cannot make me believe that; on the contrary, you were in excellent spirits when you arrived at the count\u2019s. M. Danglars was disagreeable, certainly, but I know how much you care for his ill-humor. Someone has vexed you; I will allow no one to annoy you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou are deceived, Lucien, I assure you,\u201d replied Madame Danglars; \u201cand what I have told you is really the case, added to the ill-humor you remarked, but which I did not think it worth while to allude to.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_5": "\u201cNo, Hermine,\u201d replied Debray; \u201cyou cannot make me believe that; on the contrary, you were in excellent spirits when you arrived at the count\u2019s. M. Danglars was disagreeable, certainly, but I know how much you care for his ill-humor. Someone has vexed you; I will allow no one to annoy you.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are deceived, Lucien, I assure you,\u201d replied Madame Danglars; <|Q|>\u201cand what I have told you is really the case, added to the ill-humor you remarked, but which I did not think it worth while to allude to.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt was evident that Madame Danglars was suffering from that nervous irritability which women frequently cannot account for even to themselves; or that, as Debray had guessed, she had experienced some secret agitation that she would not acknowledge to anyone. Being a man who knew that the former of these symptoms was one of the inherent penalties of womanhood, he did not then press his inquiries, but waited for a more appropriate opportunity when he should again interrogate her, or receive an avowal proprio motu.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_6": "At the door of her apartment the baroness met Mademoiselle Corn\u00e9lie, her confidential maid.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat is my daughter doing?\u201d<|Q|> asked Madame Danglars.\n\n\u201cShe practiced all the evening, and then went to bed,\u201d replied Mademoiselle Corn\u00e9lie.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_4": "\u201cNo, Hermine,\u201d replied Debray; \u201cyou cannot make me believe that; on the contrary, you were in excellent spirits when you arrived at the count\u2019s. M. Danglars was disagreeable, certainly, but I know how much you care for his ill-humor. Someone has vexed you; I will allow no one to annoy you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou are deceived, Lucien, I assure you,\u201d<|Q|> replied Madame Danglars; \u201cand what I have told you is really the case, added to the ill-humor you remarked, but which I did not think it worth while to allude to.\u201d\n\nIt was evident that Madame Danglars was suffering from that nervous irritability which women frequently cannot account for even to themselves; or that, as Debray had guessed, she had experienced some secret agitation that she would not acknowledge to anyone. Being a man who knew that the former of these symptoms was one of the inherent penalties of womanhood, he did not then press his inquiries, but waited for a more appropriate opportunity when he should again interrogate her, or receive an avowal proprio motu.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_7": "\u201cWhat is my daughter doing?\u201d asked Madame Danglars.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShe practiced all the evening, and then went to bed,\u201d<|Q|> replied Mademoiselle Corn\u00e9lie.\n\n\u201cYet I think I hear her piano.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_36": "This time the blow was so well aimed, and hit so directly, that Lucien and the baroness were staggered, and they interrogated each other with their eyes, as if to seek help against this aggression, but the irresistible will of the master of the house prevailed, and the husband was victorious.\n\n\u201cDo not think I wish to turn you out, my dear Debray,\u201d continued Danglars; <|Q|>\u201coh, no, not at all. An unexpected occurrence forces me to ask my wife to have a little conversation with me; it is so rarely I make such a request, I am sure you cannot grudge it to me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nDebray muttered something, bowed and went out, knocking himself against the edge of the door, like Nathan in Athalie.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_37": "Debray muttered something, bowed and went out, knocking himself against the edge of the door, like Nathan in Athalie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is extraordinary,\u201d<|Q|> he said, when the door was closed behind him, \u201chow easily these husbands, whom we ridicule, gain an advantage over us.\u201d\n\n30241m", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_10": "\u201cIt is Mademoiselle Louise d\u2019Armilly, who is playing while Mademoiselle Danglars is in bed.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said Madame Danglars, <|Q|>\u201ccome and undress me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThey entered the bedroom. Debray stretched himself upon a large couch, and Madame Danglars passed into her dressing-room with Mademoiselle Corn\u00e9lie.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_11": "They entered the bedroom. Debray stretched himself upon a large couch, and Madame Danglars passed into her dressing-room with Mademoiselle Corn\u00e9lie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy dear M. Lucien,\u201d<|Q|> said Madame Danglars through the door, \u201cyou are always complaining that Eug\u00e9nie will not address a word to you.\u201d\n\n\u201cMadame,\u201d said Lucien, playing with a little dog, who, recognizing him as a friend of the house, expected to be caressed, \u201cI am not the only one who makes similar complaints, I think I heard Morcerf say that he could not extract a word from his betrothed.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_12": "They entered the bedroom. Debray stretched himself upon a large couch, and Madame Danglars passed into her dressing-room with Mademoiselle Corn\u00e9lie.\n\n\u201cMy dear M. Lucien,\u201d said Madame Danglars through the door, <|Q|>\u201cyou are always complaining that Eug\u00e9nie will not address a word to you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMadame,\u201d said Lucien, playing with a little dog, who, recognizing him as a friend of the house, expected to be caressed, \u201cI am not the only one who makes similar complaints, I think I heard Morcerf say that he could not extract a word from his betrothed.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_13": "\u201cMy dear M. Lucien,\u201d said Madame Danglars through the door, \u201cyou are always complaining that Eug\u00e9nie will not address a word to you.\u201d\n\n\u201cMadame,\u201d said Lucien, playing with a little dog, who, recognizing him as a friend of the house, expected to be caressed, <|Q|>\u201cI am not the only one who makes similar complaints, I think I heard Morcerf say that he could not extract a word from his betrothed.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTrue,\u201d said Madame Danglars; \u201cyet I think this will all pass off, and that you will one day see her enter your study.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_42": "\u201cIt is because I am in a worse humor than usual,\u201d replied Danglars. Hermine looked at the banker with supreme disdain. These glances frequently exasperated the pride of Danglars, but this evening he took no notice of them.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd what have I to do with your ill-humor?\u201d<|Q|> said the baroness, irritated at the impassibility of her husband; \u201cdo these things concern me? Keep your ill-humor at home in your money boxes, or, since you have clerks whom you pay, vent it upon them.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot so,\u201d replied Danglars; \u201cyour advice is wrong, so I shall not follow it. My money boxes are my Pactolus, as, I think, M. Demoustier says, and I will not retard its course, or disturb its calm. My clerks are honest men, who earn my fortune, whom I pay much below their deserts, if I may value them according to what they bring in; therefore I shall not get into a passion with them; those with whom I will be in a passion are those who eat my dinners, mount my horses, and exhaust my fortune.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_11": "\u201cShe\u2019s with her?\u201d\n\n\u201cShe\u2019s with her!\u201d I declared. <|Q|>\u201cWe must find them.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy hand was on my friend\u2019s arm, but she failed for the moment, confronted with such an account of the matter, to respond to my pressure. She communed, on the contrary, on the spot, with her uneasiness. \u201cAnd where\u2019s Master Miles?\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_16": "\u201cMy study?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAt least that of the minister.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy so!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_14": "\u201cLord, miss!\u201d My view, I was myself aware \u2014 and therefore I suppose my tone \u2014 had never yet reached so calm an assurance.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe trick\u2019s played,\u201d<|Q|> I went on; \u201cthey\u2019ve successfully worked their plan. He found the most divine little way to keep me quiet while she went off.\u201d\n\n\u201c\u2018Divine\u2019?\u201d Mrs. Grose bewilderedly echoed.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_47": "\u201cAnd pray who are the persons who exhaust your fortune? Explain yourself more clearly, I beg, sir.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, make yourself easy! \u2014 I am not speaking riddles, and you will soon know what I mean. The people who exhaust my fortune are those who draw out 700,000 francs in the course of an hour.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI do not understand you, sir,\u201d said the baroness, trying to disguise the agitation of her voice and the flush of her face.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_46": "\u201cyour advice is wrong, so I shall not follow it. My money boxes are my Pactolus, as, I think, M. Demoustier says, and I will not retard its course, or disturb its calm. My clerks are honest men, who earn my fortune, whom I pay much below their deserts, if I may value them according to what they bring in; therefore I shall not get into a passion with them; those with whom I will be in a passion are those who eat my dinners, mount my horses, and exhaust my fortune.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd pray who are the persons who exhaust your fortune? Explain yourself more clearly, I beg, sir.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, make yourself easy! \u2014 I am not speaking riddles, and you will soon know what I mean. The people who exhaust my fortune are those who draw out 700,000 francs in the course of an hour.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_21": "Debray smiled. \u201cWell,\u201d said he, \u201clet her come, with your consent and that of the baron, and we will try and give her an engagement, though we are very poor to pay such talent as hers.\u201d\n\n\u201cGo, Corn\u00e9lie,\u201d said Madame Danglars, <|Q|>\u201cI do not require you any longer.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nCorn\u00e9lie obeyed, and the next minute Madame Danglars left her room in a charming loose dress, and came and sat down close to Debray. Then she began thoughtfully to caress the little spaniel. Lucien looked at her for a moment in silence.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_20": "Debray smiled. \u201cWell,\u201d said he, \u201clet her come, with your consent and that of the baron, and we will try and give her an engagement, though we are very poor to pay such talent as hers.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGo, Corn\u00e9lie,\u201d<|Q|> said Madame Danglars, \u201cI do not require you any longer.\u201d\n\nCorn\u00e9lie obeyed, and the next minute Madame Danglars left her room in a charming loose dress, and came and sat down close to Debray. Then she began thoughtfully to caress the little spaniel. Lucien looked at her for a moment in silence.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_18_james_64kb_19": "She had helplessly gloomed at the upper regions. \u201cYou leave him \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo long with Quint? Yes \u2014 I don\u2019t mind that now.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe always ended, at these moments, by getting possession of my hand, and in this manner she could at present still stay me. But after gasping an instant at my sudden resignation, \u201cBecause of your letter?\u201d she eagerly brought out.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_24": "\u201cNothing,\u201d answered the baroness.\n\nAnd yet, as she could scarcely breathe, she rose and went towards a looking-glass. <|Q|>\u201cI am frightful tonight,\u201d<|Q|> she said. Debray rose, smiling, and was about to contradict the baroness upon this latter point, when the door opened suddenly. M. Danglars appeared; Debray reseated himself. At the noise of the door Madame Danglars turned round, and looked upon her husband with an astonishment she took no trouble to conceal.\n\n\u201cGood-evening, madame,\u201d said the banker; \u201cgood-evening, M. Debray.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_53": "\u201cAnd pray,\u201d asked the baroness, \u201cam I responsible for this loss?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy not?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIs it my fault you have lost 700,000 francs?\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_26": "And yet, as she could scarcely breathe, she rose and went towards a looking-glass. \u201cI am frightful tonight,\u201d she said. Debray rose, smiling, and was about to contradict the baroness upon this latter point, when the door opened suddenly. M. Danglars appeared; Debray reseated himself. At the noise of the door Madame Danglars turned round, and looked upon her husband with an astonishment she took no trouble to conceal.\n\n\u201cGood-evening, madame,\u201d said the banker; <|Q|>\u201cgood-evening, M. Debray.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nProbably the baroness thought this unexpected visit signified a desire to make up for the sharp words he had uttered during the day. Assuming a dignified air, she turned round to Debray, without answering her husband.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_25": "And yet, as she could scarcely breathe, she rose and went towards a looking-glass. \u201cI am frightful tonight,\u201d she said. Debray rose, smiling, and was about to contradict the baroness upon this latter point, when the door opened suddenly. M. Danglars appeared; Debray reseated himself. At the noise of the door Madame Danglars turned round, and looked upon her husband with an astonishment she took no trouble to conceal.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGood-evening, madame,\u201d<|Q|> said the banker; \u201cgood-evening, M. Debray.\u201d\n\nProbably the baroness thought this unexpected visit signified a desire to make up for the sharp words he had uttered during the day. Assuming a dignified air, she turned round to Debray, without answering her husband.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_28": "\u201cRead me something, M. Debray,\u201d she said. Debray, who was slightly disturbed at this visit, recovered himself when he saw the calmness of the baroness, and took up a book marked by a mother-of-pearl knife inlaid with gold.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cExcuse me,\u201d<|Q|> said the banker, \u201cbut you will tire yourself, baroness, by such late hours, and M. Debray lives some distance from here.\u201d\n\nDebray was petrified, not only to hear Danglars speak so calmly and politely, but because it was apparent that beneath outward politeness there really lurked a determined spirit of opposition to anything his wife might wish to do. The baroness was also surprised, and showed her astonishment by a look which would doubtless have had some effect upon her husband if he had not been intently occupied with the paper, where he was looking to see the closing stock quotations. The result was, that the proud look entirely failed of its purpose.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_27": "Probably the baroness thought this unexpected visit signified a desire to make up for the sharp words he had uttered during the day. Assuming a dignified air, she turned round to Debray, without answering her husband.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cRead me something, M. Debray,\u201d<|Q|> she said. Debray, who was slightly disturbed at this visit, recovered himself when he saw the calmness of the baroness, and took up a book marked by a mother-of-pearl knife inlaid with gold.\n\n\u201cExcuse me,\u201d said the banker, \u201cbut you will tire yourself, baroness, by such late hours, and M. Debray lives some distance from here.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_29": "\u201cRead me something, M. Debray,\u201d she said. Debray, who was slightly disturbed at this visit, recovered himself when he saw the calmness of the baroness, and took up a book marked by a mother-of-pearl knife inlaid with gold.\n\n\u201cExcuse me,\u201d said the banker, <|Q|>\u201cbut you will tire yourself, baroness, by such late hours, and M. Debray lives some distance from here.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nDebray was petrified, not only to hear Danglars speak so calmly and politely, but because it was apparent that beneath outward politeness there really lurked a determined spirit of opposition to anything his wife might wish to do. The baroness was also surprised, and showed her astonishment by a look which would doubtless have had some effect upon her husband if he had not been intently occupied with the paper, where he was looking to see the closing stock quotations. The result was, that the proud look entirely failed of its purpose.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_30": "Debray was petrified, not only to hear Danglars speak so calmly and politely, but because it was apparent that beneath outward politeness there really lurked a determined spirit of opposition to anything his wife might wish to do. The baroness was also surprised, and showed her astonishment by a look which would doubtless have had some effect upon her husband if he had not been intently occupied with the paper, where he was looking to see the closing stock quotations. The result was, that the proud look entirely failed of its purpose.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cM. Lucien,\u201d<|Q|> said the baroness, \u201cI assure you I have no desire to sleep, and that I have a thousand things to tell you this evening, which you must listen to, even though you slept while hearing me.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am at your service, madame,\u201d replied Lucien coldly.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_32": "\u201cM. Lucien,\u201d said the baroness, \u201cI assure you I have no desire to sleep, and that I have a thousand things to tell you this evening, which you must listen to, even though you slept while hearing me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI am at your service, madame,\u201d<|Q|> replied Lucien coldly.\n\n\u201cMy dear M. Debray,\u201d said the banker, \u201cdo not kill yourself tonight listening to the follies of Madame Danglars, for you can hear them as well tomorrow; but I claim tonight and will devote it, if you will allow me, to talk over some serious matters with my wife.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_31": "Debray was petrified, not only to hear Danglars speak so calmly and politely, but because it was apparent that beneath outward politeness there really lurked a determined spirit of opposition to anything his wife might wish to do. The baroness was also surprised, and showed her astonishment by a look which would doubtless have had some effect upon her husband if he had not been intently occupied with the paper, where he was looking to see the closing stock quotations. The result was, that the proud look entirely failed of its purpose.\n\n\u201cM. Lucien,\u201d said the baroness, <|Q|>\u201cI assure you I have no desire to sleep, and that I have a thousand things to tell you this evening, which you must listen to, even though you slept while hearing me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI am at your service, madame,\u201d replied Lucien coldly.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_33": "\u201cI am at your service, madame,\u201d replied Lucien coldly.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy dear M. Debray,\u201d<|Q|> said the banker, \u201cdo not kill yourself tonight listening to the follies of Madame Danglars, for you can hear them as well tomorrow; but I claim tonight and will devote it, if you will allow me, to talk over some serious matters with my wife.\u201d\n\nThis time the blow was so well aimed, and hit so directly, that Lucien and the baroness were staggered, and they interrogated each other with their eyes, as if to seek help against this aggression, but the irresistible will of the master of the house prevailed, and the husband was victorious.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_34": "\u201cI am at your service, madame,\u201d replied Lucien coldly.\n\n\u201cMy dear M. Debray,\u201d said the banker, <|Q|>\u201cdo not kill yourself tonight listening to the follies of Madame Danglars, for you can hear them as well tomorrow; but I claim tonight and will devote it, if you will allow me, to talk over some serious matters with my wife.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThis time the blow was so well aimed, and hit so directly, that Lucien and the baroness were staggered, and they interrogated each other with their eyes, as if to seek help against this aggression, but the irresistible will of the master of the house prevailed, and the husband was victorious.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_9": "\u201cYet I think I hear her piano.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is Mademoiselle Louise d\u2019Armilly, who is playing while Mademoiselle Danglars is in bed.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said Madame Danglars, \u201ccome and undress me.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_8": "\u201cShe practiced all the evening, and then went to bed,\u201d replied Mademoiselle Corn\u00e9lie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYet I think I hear her piano.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt is Mademoiselle Louise d\u2019Armilly, who is playing while Mademoiselle Danglars is in bed.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_35": "This time the blow was so well aimed, and hit so directly, that Lucien and the baroness were staggered, and they interrogated each other with their eyes, as if to seek help against this aggression, but the irresistible will of the master of the house prevailed, and the husband was victorious.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo not think I wish to turn you out, my dear Debray,\u201d<|Q|> continued Danglars; \u201coh, no, not at all. An unexpected occurrence forces me to ask my wife to have a little conversation with me; it is so rarely I make such a request, I am sure you cannot grudge it to me.\u201d\n\nDebray muttered something, bowed and went out, knocking himself against the edge of the door, like Nathan in Athalie.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_67": "\u201cOh, mon Dieu! that is very easily done. Last February you were the first who told me of the Haitian funds. You had dreamed that a ship had entered the harbor at Le Havre, that this ship brought news that a payment we had looked upon as lost was going to be made. I know how clear-sighted your dreams are; I therefore purchased immediately as many shares as I could of the Haitian debt, and I gained 400,000 francs by it, of which 100,000 have been honestly paid to you. You spent it as you pleased; that was your business. In March there was a question about a grant to a railway. Three companies presented themselves, each offering equal securities. You told me that your instinct, \u2014 and although you pretend to know nothing about speculations, I think on the contrary, that your comprehension is very clear upon certain affairs, \u2014 well, you told me that your instinct led you to believe the grant would be given to the company called the Southern. I bought two thirds of the shares of that company; as you had foreseen, the shares trebled in value, and I picked up a million, from which 250,000 francs were paid to you for pin-money. How have you spent this 250,000 francs? \u2014 it is no business of mine.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhen are you coming to the point?\u201d<|Q|> cried the baroness, shivering with anger and impatience.\n\n\u201cPatience, madame, I am coming to it.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_40": "Lucien having left, Danglars took his place on the sofa, closed the open book, and placing himself in a dreadfully dictatorial attitude, he began playing with the dog; but the animal, not liking him as well as Debray, and attempting to bite him, Danglars seized him by the skin of his neck and threw him upon a couch on the other side of the room. The animal uttered a cry during the transit, but, arrived at its destination, it crouched behind the cushions, and stupefied at such unusual treatment remained silent and motionless.\n\n\u201cDo you know, sir,\u201d asked the baroness, <|Q|>\u201cthat you are improving? Generally you are only rude, but tonight you are brutal.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt is because I am in a worse humor than usual,\u201d replied Danglars. Hermine looked at the banker with supreme disdain. These glances frequently exasperated the pride of Danglars, but this evening he took no notice of them.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_69": "\u201cPatience, madame, I am coming to it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat\u2019s fortunate.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIn April you went to dine at the minister\u2019s. You heard a private conversation respecting Spanish affairs \u2014 on the expulsion of Don Carlos. I bought some Spanish shares. The expulsion took place and I pocketed 600,000 francs the day Charles V. repassed the Bidassoa. Of these 600,000 francs you took 50,000 crowns. They were yours, you disposed of them according to your fancy, and I asked no questions; but it is not the less true that you have this year received 500,000 livres.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_41": "\u201cDo you know, sir,\u201d asked the baroness, \u201cthat you are improving? Generally you are only rude, but tonight you are brutal.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is because I am in a worse humor than usual,\u201d<|Q|> replied Danglars. Hermine looked at the banker with supreme disdain. These glances frequently exasperated the pride of Danglars, but this evening he took no notice of them.\n\n\u201cAnd what have I to do with your ill-humor?\u201d said the baroness, irritated at the impassibility of her husband; \u201cdo these things concern me? Keep your ill-humor at home in your money boxes, or, since you have clerks whom you pay, vent it upon them.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_15": "\u201cTrue,\u201d said Madame Danglars; \u201cyet I think this will all pass off, and that you will one day see her enter your study.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy study?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAt least that of the minister.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_43": "\u201cIt is because I am in a worse humor than usual,\u201d replied Danglars. Hermine looked at the banker with supreme disdain. These glances frequently exasperated the pride of Danglars, but this evening he took no notice of them.\n\n\u201cAnd what have I to do with your ill-humor?\u201d said the baroness, irritated at the impassibility of her husband; <|Q|>\u201cdo these things concern me? Keep your ill-humor at home in your money boxes, or, since you have clerks whom you pay, vent it upon them.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNot so,\u201d replied Danglars; \u201cyour advice is wrong, so I shall not follow it. My money boxes are my Pactolus, as, I think, M. Demoustier says, and I will not retard its course, or disturb its calm. My clerks are honest men, who earn my fortune, whom I pay much below their deserts, if I may value them according to what they bring in; therefore I shall not get into a passion with them; those with whom I will be in a passion are those who eat my dinners, mount my horses, and exhaust my fortune.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_44": "\u201cAnd what have I to do with your ill-humor?\u201d said the baroness, irritated at the impassibility of her husband; \u201cdo these things concern me? Keep your ill-humor at home in your money boxes, or, since you have clerks whom you pay, vent it upon them.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot so,\u201d<|Q|> replied Danglars; \u201cyour advice is wrong, so I shall not follow it. My money boxes are my Pactolus, as, I think, M. Demoustier says, and I will not retard its course, or disturb its calm. My clerks are honest men, who earn my fortune, whom I pay much below their deserts, if I may value them according to what they bring in; therefore I shall not get into a passion with them; those with whom I will be in a passion are those who eat my dinners, mount my horses, and exhaust my fortune.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_18": "\u201cWhy so!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo ask for an engagement at the Opera. Really, I never saw such an infatuation for music; it is quite ridiculous for a young lady of fashion.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nDebray smiled. \u201cWell,\u201d said he, \u201clet her come, with your consent and that of the baron, and we will try and give her an engagement, though we are very poor to pay such talent as hers.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_78": "The baroness became enraged.\n\n\u201cWretch!\u201d she cried, <|Q|>\u201cwill you dare to tell me you did not know what you now reproach me with?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI do not say that I did know it, and I do not say that I did not know it. I merely tell you to look into my conduct during the last four years that we have ceased to be husband and wife, and see whether it has not always been consistent. Some time after our rupture, you wished to study music, under the celebrated baritone who made such a successful appearance at the Th\u00e9\u00e2tre Italien; at the same time I felt inclined to learn dancing of the danseuse who acquired such a reputation in London. This cost me, on your account and mine, 100,000 francs. I said nothing, for we must have peace in the house; and 100,000 francs for a lady and gentleman to be properly instructed in music and dancing are not too much. Well, you soon become tired of singing, and you take a fancy to study diplomacy with the minister\u2019s secretary. You understand, it signifies nothing to me so long as you pay for your lessons out of your own cash box. But today I find you are drawing on mine, and that your apprenticeship may cost me 700,000 francs per month. Stop there, madame, for this cannot last. Either the diplomatist must give his lessons gratis, and I will tolerate him, or he must never set his foot again in my house; \u2014 do you understand, madame?\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_48": "\u201cOh, make yourself easy! \u2014 I am not speaking riddles, and you will soon know what I mean. The people who exhaust my fortune are those who draw out 700,000 francs in the course of an hour.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI do not understand you, sir,\u201d<|Q|> said the baroness, trying to disguise the agitation of her voice and the flush of her face.\n\n\u201cYou understand me perfectly, on the contrary,\u201d said Danglars: \u201cbut, if you will persist, I will tell you that I have just lost 700,000 francs upon the Spanish loan.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_49": "\u201cI do not understand you, sir,\u201d said the baroness, trying to disguise the agitation of her voice and the flush of her face.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou understand me perfectly, on the contrary,\u201d<|Q|> said Danglars: \u201cbut, if you will persist, I will tell you that I have just lost 700,000 francs upon the Spanish loan.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd pray,\u201d asked the baroness, \u201cam I responsible for this loss?\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_50": "\u201cI do not understand you, sir,\u201d said the baroness, trying to disguise the agitation of her voice and the flush of her face.\n\n\u201cYou understand me perfectly, on the contrary,\u201d said Danglars: <|Q|>\u201cbut, if you will persist, I will tell you that I have just lost 700,000 francs upon the Spanish loan.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd pray,\u201d asked the baroness, \u201cam I responsible for this loss?\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_51": "\u201cYou understand me perfectly, on the contrary,\u201d said Danglars: \u201cbut, if you will persist, I will tell you that I have just lost 700,000 francs upon the Spanish loan.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd pray,\u201d<|Q|> asked the baroness, \u201cam I responsible for this loss?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy not?\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_52": "\u201cYou understand me perfectly, on the contrary,\u201d said Danglars: \u201cbut, if you will persist, I will tell you that I have just lost 700,000 francs upon the Spanish loan.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd pray,\u201d asked the baroness, <|Q|>\u201cam I responsible for this loss?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy not?\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_85": "\u201cWhy not? Who ever heard of such an occurrence as this? \u2014 a false telegraphic despatch \u2014 it is almost impossible for wrong signals to be made as they were in the last two telegrams. It was done on purpose for me \u2014 I am sure of it.\u201d\n\n\u201cSir,\u201d said the baroness humbly, <|Q|>\u201care you not aware that the man employed there was dismissed, that they talked of going to law with him, that orders were issued to arrest him and that this order would have been put into execution if he had not escaped by flight, which proves that he was either mad or guilty? It was a mistake.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, which made fools laugh, which caused the minister to have a sleepless night, which has caused the minister\u2019s secretaries to blacken several sheets of paper, but which has cost me 700,000 francs.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_54": "\u201cWhy not?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIs it my fault you have lost 700,000 francs?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCertainly it is not mine.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_55": "\u201cIs it my fault you have lost 700,000 francs?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCertainly it is not mine.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOnce for all, sir,\u201d replied the baroness sharply, \u201cI tell you I will not hear cash named; it is a style of language I never heard in the house of my parents or in that of my first husband.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_57": "\u201cCertainly it is not mine.\u201d\n\n\u201cOnce for all, sir,\u201d replied the baroness sharply, <|Q|>\u201cI tell you I will not hear cash named; it is a style of language I never heard in the house of my parents or in that of my first husband.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, I can well believe that, for neither of them was worth a penny.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_56": "\u201cCertainly it is not mine.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOnce for all, sir,\u201d<|Q|> replied the baroness sharply, \u201cI tell you I will not hear cash named; it is a style of language I never heard in the house of my parents or in that of my first husband.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I can well believe that, for neither of them was worth a penny.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_58": "\u201cOnce for all, sir,\u201d replied the baroness sharply, \u201cI tell you I will not hear cash named; it is a style of language I never heard in the house of my parents or in that of my first husband.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, I can well believe that, for neither of them was worth a penny.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThe better reason for my not being conversant with the slang of the bank, which is here dinning in my ears from morning to night; that noise of jingling crowns, which are constantly being counted and re-counted, is odious to me. I only know one thing I dislike more, which is the sound of your voice.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_1": "I didn\u2019t have to be ordered twice to go and take a steamboat ride. I fetched the shore a half a mile above the village, and then went scooting along the bluff bank in the easy water. Pretty soon we come to a nice innocent-looking young country jake setting on a log swabbing the sweat off of his face, for it was powerful warm weather; and he had a couple of big carpet-bags by him.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cRun her nose in shore,\u201d<|Q|> says the king. I done it. \u201cWher\u2019 you bound for, young man?\u201d\n\n\u201cFor the steamboat; going to Orleans.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_0": "These rapscallions wanted to try the Nonesuch again, because there was so much money in it, but they judged it wouldn\u2019t be safe, because maybe the news might a worked along down by this time. They couldn\u2019t hit no project that suited exactly; so at last the duke said he reckoned he\u2019d lay off and work his brains an hour or two and see if he couldn\u2019t put up something on the Arkansaw village; and the king he allowed he would drop over to t\u2019other village without any plan, but just trust in Providence to lead him the profitable way \u2014 meaning the devil, I reckon. We had all bought store clothes where we stopped last; and now the king put his\u2019n on, and he told me to put mine on. I done it, of course. The king\u2019s duds was all black, and he did look real swell and starchy. I never knowed how clothes could change a body before. Why, before, he looked like the orneriest old rip that ever was; but now, when he\u2019d take off his new white beaver and make a bow and do a smile, he looked that grand and good and pious that you\u2019d say he had walked right out of the ark, and maybe was old Leviticus himself. Jim cleaned up the canoe, and I got my paddle ready. There was a big steamboat laying at the shore away up under the point, about three mile above the town \u2014 been there a couple of hours, taking on freight. Says the king:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSeein\u2019 how I\u2019m dressed, I reckon maybe I better arrive down from St. Louis or Cincinnati, or some other big place. Go for the steamboat, Huckleberry; we\u2019ll come down to the village on her.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI didn\u2019t have to be ordered twice to go and take a steamboat ride. I fetched the shore a half a mile above the village, and then went scooting along the bluff bank in the easy water. Pretty soon we come to a nice innocent-looking young country jake setting on a log swabbing the sweat off of his face, for it was powerful warm weather; and he had a couple of big carpet-bags by him.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_62": "30243m\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI? What could put such an idea into your head?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYourself.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_63": "\u201cI? What could put such an idea into your head?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYourself.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh? \u2014 what next?\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_64": "\u201cYourself.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh? \u2014 what next?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMost assuredly.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_65": "\u201cAh? \u2014 what next?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMost assuredly.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI should like to know upon what occasion?\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_66": "\u201cMost assuredly.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI should like to know upon what occasion?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, mon Dieu! that is very easily done. Last February you were the first who told me of the Haitian funds. You had dreamed that a ship had entered the harbor at Le Havre, that this ship brought news that a payment we had looked upon as lost was going to be made. I know how clear-sighted your dreams are; I therefore purchased immediately as many shares as I could of the Haitian debt, and I gained 400,000 francs by it, of which 100,000 have been honestly paid to you. You spent it as you pleased; that was your business. In March there was a question about a grant to a railway. Three companies presented themselves, each offering equal securities. You told me that your instinct, \u2014 and although you pretend to know nothing about speculations, I think on the contrary, that your comprehension is very clear upon certain affairs, \u2014 well, you told me that your instinct led you to believe the grant would be given to the company called the Southern. I bought two thirds of the shares of that company; as you had foreseen, the shares trebled in value, and I picked up a million, from which 250,000 francs were paid to you for pin-money. How have you spent this 250,000 francs? \u2014 it is no business of mine.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_38": "Debray muttered something, bowed and went out, knocking himself against the edge of the door, like Nathan in Athalie.\n\n\u201cIt is extraordinary,\u201d he said, when the door was closed behind him, <|Q|>\u201chow easily these husbands, whom we ridicule, gain an advantage over us.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n30241m", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_68": "\u201cWhen are you coming to the point?\u201d cried the baroness, shivering with anger and impatience.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPatience, madame, I am coming to it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s fortunate.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_71": "\u201cIn April you went to dine at the minister\u2019s. You heard a private conversation respecting Spanish affairs \u2014 on the expulsion of Don Carlos. I bought some Spanish shares. The expulsion took place and I pocketed 600,000 francs the day Charles V. repassed the Bidassoa. Of these 600,000 francs you took 50,000 crowns. They were yours, you disposed of them according to your fancy, and I asked no questions; but it is not the less true that you have this year received 500,000 livres.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, sir, and what then?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh, yes, it was just after this that you spoiled everything.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_14": "\u201cYes, but that ain\u2019t only a part of it. I\u2019m going in a ship, next Wednesday, for Ryo Janeero, where my uncle lives.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s a pretty long journey. But it\u2019ll be lovely; wisht I was a-going. Is Mary Jane the oldest? How old is the others?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMary Jane\u2019s nineteen, Susan\u2019s fifteen, and Joanna\u2019s about fourteen \u2014 that\u2019s the one that gives herself to good works and has a hare-lip.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_74": "\u201cWell?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, since I gave you a fourth of my gains, I think you owe me a fourth of my losses; the fourth of 700,000 francs is 175,000 francs.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat you say is absurd, and I cannot see why M. Debray\u2019s name is mixed up in this affair.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_16": "\u201cMary Jane\u2019s nineteen, Susan\u2019s fifteen, and Joanna\u2019s about fourteen \u2014 that\u2019s the one that gives herself to good works and has a hare-lip.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPoor things! to be left alone in the cold world so.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, they could be worse off. Old Peter had friends, and they ain\u2019t going to let them come to no harm. There\u2019s Hobson, the Babtis\u2019 preacher; and Deacon Lot Hovey, and Ben Rucker, and Abner Shackleford, and Levi Bell, the lawyer; and Dr. Robinson, and their wives, and the widow Bartley, and \u2014 well, there\u2019s a lot of them; but these are the ones that Peter was thickest with, and used to write about sometimes, when he wrote home; so Harvey \u2019ll know where to look for friends when he gets here.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_15": "\u201cIt\u2019s a pretty long journey. But it\u2019ll be lovely; wisht I was a-going. Is Mary Jane the oldest? How old is the others?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMary Jane\u2019s nineteen, Susan\u2019s fifteen, and Joanna\u2019s about fourteen \u2014 that\u2019s the one that gives herself to good works and has a hare-lip.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cPoor things! to be left alone in the cold world so.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_76": "\u201cWhat you say is absurd, and I cannot see why M. Debray\u2019s name is mixed up in this affair.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBecause if you do not possess the 175,000 francs I reclaim, you must have lent them to your friends, and M. Debray is one of your friends.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n30245m", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_13_anstey_64kb_63": "'Nothing,' she said scornfully, and yet with something of a caress in her tone, 'yet I want you; you shall lie here, and hold my hand, and look into my eyes, and forget all else but me.'\n\n'Let me go,' he cried, rising, and turning back to regain his bark; <|Q|>'I choose life while I may!'<|Q|>\n\nShe laughed. 'You have no choice,' she said; 'you are mine!' she seemed to have grown still more radiantly, dazzlingly fair, and presently, as the stranger made his way to the creek where his boat was lying, she broke into the low soft chant whose subtle witchery no mortals had ever resisted as yet.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_21": "\u201cWas Peter Wilks well off?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, yes, pretty well off. He had houses and land, and it\u2019s reckoned he left three or four thousand in cash hid up som\u2019ers.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhen did you say he died?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_20": "\u201cBecause she\u2019s a big Orleans boat, and I was afeard she mightn\u2019t stop there. When they\u2019re deep they won\u2019t stop for a hail. A Cincinnati boat will, but this is a St. Louis one.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWas Peter Wilks well off?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, yes, pretty well off. He had houses and land, and it\u2019s reckoned he left three or four thousand in cash hid up som\u2019ers.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_80": "\u201cI do not say that I did know it, and I do not say that I did not know it. I merely tell you to look into my conduct during the last four years that we have ceased to be husband and wife, and see whether it has not always been consistent. Some time after our rupture, you wished to study music, under the celebrated baritone who made such a successful appearance at the Th\u00e9\u00e2tre Italien; at the same time I felt inclined to learn dancing of the danseuse who acquired such a reputation in London. This cost me, on your account and mine, 100,000 francs. I said nothing, for we must have peace in the house; and 100,000 francs for a lady and gentleman to be properly instructed in music and dancing are not too much. Well, you soon become tired of singing, and you take a fancy to study diplomacy with the minister\u2019s secretary. You understand, it signifies nothing to me so long as you pay for your lessons out of your own cash box. But today I find you are drawing on mine, and that your apprenticeship may cost me 700,000 francs per month. Stop there, madame, for this cannot last. Either the diplomatist must give his lessons gratis, and I will tolerate him, or he must never set his foot again in my house; \u2014 do you understand, madame?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, this is too much,\u201d cried Hermine, choking, <|Q|>\u201cyou are worse than despicable.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut,\u201d continued Danglars, \u201cI find you did not even pause there \u2014 \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_83": "\u201cA probable thing!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy not? Who ever heard of such an occurrence as this? \u2014 a false telegraphic despatch \u2014 it is almost impossible for wrong signals to be made as they were in the last two telegrams. It was done on purpose for me \u2014 I am sure of it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSir,\u201d said the baroness humbly, \u201care you not aware that the man employed there was dismissed, that they talked of going to law with him, that orders were issued to arrest him and that this order would have been put into execution if he had not escaped by flight, which proves that he was either mad or guilty? It was a mistake.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_84": "\u201cWhy not? Who ever heard of such an occurrence as this? \u2014 a false telegraphic despatch \u2014 it is almost impossible for wrong signals to be made as they were in the last two telegrams. It was done on purpose for me \u2014 I am sure of it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSir,\u201d<|Q|> said the baroness humbly, \u201care you not aware that the man employed there was dismissed, that they talked of going to law with him, that orders were issued to arrest him and that this order would have been put into execution if he had not escaped by flight, which proves that he was either mad or guilty? It was a mistake.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, which made fools laugh, which caused the minister to have a sleepless night, which has caused the minister\u2019s secretaries to blacken several sheets of paper, but which has cost me 700,000 francs.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_86": "\u201cSir,\u201d said the baroness humbly, \u201care you not aware that the man employed there was dismissed, that they talked of going to law with him, that orders were issued to arrest him and that this order would have been put into execution if he had not escaped by flight, which proves that he was either mad or guilty? It was a mistake.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, which made fools laugh, which caused the minister to have a sleepless night, which has caused the minister\u2019s secretaries to blacken several sheets of paper, but which has cost me 700,000 francs.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut, sir,\u201d said Hermine suddenly, \u201cif all this is, as you say, caused by M. Debray, why, instead of going direct to him, do you come and tell me of it? Why, to accuse the man, do you address the woman?\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_23": "Corn\u00e9lie obeyed, and the next minute Madame Danglars left her room in a charming loose dress, and came and sat down close to Debray. Then she began thoughtfully to caress the little spaniel. Lucien looked at her for a moment in silence.\n\n\u201cCome, Hermine,\u201d he said, after a short time, <|Q|>\u201canswer candidly, \u2014 something vexes you \u2014 is it not so?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n30239m", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_87": "\u201cYes, which made fools laugh, which caused the minister to have a sleepless night, which has caused the minister\u2019s secretaries to blacken several sheets of paper, but which has cost me 700,000 francs.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut, sir,\u201d said Hermine suddenly, <|Q|>\u201cif all this is, as you say, caused by M. Debray, why, instead of going direct to him, do you come and tell me of it? Why, to accuse the man, do you address the woman?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDo I know M. Debray? \u2014 do I wish to know him? \u2014 do I wish to know that he gives advice? \u2014 do I wish to follow it? \u2014 do I speculate? No; you do all this, not I.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_88": "\u201cBut, sir,\u201d said Hermine suddenly, \u201cif all this is, as you say, caused by M. Debray, why, instead of going direct to him, do you come and tell me of it? Why, to accuse the man, do you address the woman?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo I know M. Debray? \u2014 do I wish to know him? \u2014 do I wish to know that he gives advice? \u2014 do I wish to follow it? \u2014 do I speculate? No; you do all this, not I.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cStill it seems to me, that as you profit by it \u2014 \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_90": "The baroness had been tolerably composed until the name of Villefort had been pronounced; but then she became pale, and, rising, as if touched by a spring, she stretched out her hands as though conjuring an apparition; she then took two or three steps towards her husband, as though to tear the secret from him, of which he was ignorant, or which he withheld from some odious calculation, \u2014 odious, as all his calculations were.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cM. de Villefort! \u2014 What do you mean?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI mean that M. de Nargonne, your first husband, being neither a philosopher nor a banker, or perhaps being both, and seeing there was nothing to be got out of a king\u2019s attorney, died of grief or anger at finding, after an absence of nine months, that you had been enceinte six. I am brutal, \u2014 I not only allow it, but boast of it; it is one of the reasons of my success in commercial business. Why did he kill himself instead of you? Because he had no cash to save. My life belongs to my cash. M. Debray has made me lose 700,000 francs; let him bear his share of the loss, and we will go on as before; if not, let him become bankrupt for the 250,000 livres, and do as all bankrupts do \u2014 disappear. He is a charming fellow, I allow, when his news is correct; but when it is not, there are fifty others in the world who would do better than he.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_89": "\u201cStill it seems to me, that as you profit by it \u2014 \u2014 \u201d\n\nDanglars shrugged his shoulders. <|Q|>\u201cFoolish creature,\u201d<|Q|> he exclaimed. \u201cWomen fancy they have talent because they have managed two or three intrigues without being the talk of Paris! But know that if you had even hidden your irregularities from your husband, who has but the commencement of the art \u2014 for generally husbands will not see \u2014 you would then have been but a faint imitation of most of your friends among the women of the world. But it has not been so with me, \u2014 I see, and always have seen, during the last sixteen years. You may, perhaps, have hidden a thought; but not a step, not an action, not a fault, has escaped me, while you flattered yourself upon your address, and firmly believed you had deceived me. What has been the result? \u2014 that, thanks to my pretended ignorance, there is none of your friends, from M. de Villefort to M. Debray, who has not trembled before me. There is not one who has not treated me as the master of the house, \u2014 the only title I desire with respect to you; there is not one, in fact, who would have dared to speak of me as I have spoken of them this day. I will allow you to make me hateful, but I will prevent your rendering me ridiculous, and, above all, I forbid you to ruin me.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_60": "\u201cThe better reason for my not being conversant with the slang of the bank, which is here dinning in my ears from morning to night; that noise of jingling crowns, which are constantly being counted and re-counted, is odious to me. I only know one thing I dislike more, which is the sound of your voice.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cReally?\u201d<|Q|> said Danglars. \u201cWell, this surprises me, for I thought you took the liveliest interest in all my affairs!\u201d\n\n30243m", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_2": "I didn\u2019t have to be ordered twice to go and take a steamboat ride. I fetched the shore a half a mile above the village, and then went scooting along the bluff bank in the easy water. Pretty soon we come to a nice innocent-looking young country jake setting on a log swabbing the sweat off of his face, for it was powerful warm weather; and he had a couple of big carpet-bags by him.\n\n\u201cRun her nose in shore,\u201d says the king. I done it. <|Q|>\u201cWher\u2019 you bound for, young man?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFor the steamboat; going to Orleans.\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_61": "\u201cThe better reason for my not being conversant with the slang of the bank, which is here dinning in my ears from morning to night; that noise of jingling crowns, which are constantly being counted and re-counted, is odious to me. I only know one thing I dislike more, which is the sound of your voice.\u201d\n\n\u201cReally?\u201d said Danglars. <|Q|>\u201cWell, this surprises me, for I thought you took the liveliest interest in all my affairs!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n30243m", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_3": "\u201cRun her nose in shore,\u201d says the king. I done it. \u201cWher\u2019 you bound for, young man?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFor the steamboat; going to Orleans.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cGit aboard,\u201d says the king. \u201cHold on a minute, my servant \u2019ll he\u2019p you with them bags. Jump out and he\u2019p the gentleman, Adolphus\u201d \u2014 meaning me, I see.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_5": "I done so, and then we all three started on again. The young chap was mighty thankful; said it was tough work toting his baggage such weather. He asked the king where he was going, and the king told him he\u2019d come down the river and landed at the other village this morning, and now he was going up a few mile to see an old friend on a farm up there. The young fellow says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhen I first see you I says to myself, \u2018It\u2019s Mr. Wilks, sure, and he come mighty near getting here in time.\u2019 But then I says again, \u2018No, I reckon it ain\u2019t him, or else he wouldn\u2019t be paddling up the river.\u2019 You ain\u2019t him, are you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, my name\u2019s Blodgett \u2014 Elexander Blodgett \u2014 Reverend Elexander Blodgett, I s\u2019pose I must say, as I\u2019m one o\u2019 the Lord\u2019s poor servants. But still I\u2019m jist as able to be sorry for Mr. Wilks for not arriving in time, all the same, if he\u2019s missed anything by it \u2014 which I hope he hasn\u2019t.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_4": "\u201cFor the steamboat; going to Orleans.\u201d\n\n\u201cGit aboard,\u201d says the king. <|Q|>\u201cHold on a minute, my servant \u2019ll he\u2019p you with them bags. Jump out and he\u2019p the gentleman, Adolphus\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 meaning me, I see.\n\nI done so, and then we all three started on again. The young chap was mighty thankful; said it was tough work toting his baggage such weather. He asked the king where he was going, and the king told him he\u2019d come down the river and landed at the other village this morning, and now he was going up a few mile to see an old friend on a farm up there. The young fellow says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_10": "\u201cOh, yes; a month or two ago, when Peter was first took; because Peter said then that he sorter felt like he warn\u2019t going to get well this time. You see, he was pretty old, and George\u2019s g\u2019yirls was too young to be much company for him, except Mary Jane, the red-headed one; and so he was kinder lonesome after George and his wife died, and didn\u2019t seem to care much to live. He most desperately wanted to see Harvey \u2014 and William, too, for that matter \u2014 because he was one of them kind that can\u2019t bear to make a will. He left a letter behind for Harvey, and said he\u2019d told in it where his money was hid, and how he wanted the rest of the property divided up so George\u2019s g\u2019yirls would be all right \u2014 for George didn\u2019t leave nothing. And that letter was all they could get him to put a pen to.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy do you reckon Harvey don\u2019t come? Wher\u2019 does he live?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, he lives in England \u2014 Sheffield \u2014 preaches there \u2014 hasn\u2019t ever been in this country. He hasn\u2019t had any too much time \u2014 and besides he mightn\u2019t a got the letter at all, you know.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_8": "\u201cWell, he don\u2019t miss any property by it, because he\u2019ll get that all right; but he\u2019s missed seeing his brother Peter die \u2014 which he mayn\u2019t mind, nobody can tell as to that \u2014 but his brother would a give anything in this world to see him before he died; never talked about nothing else all these three weeks; hadn\u2019t seen him since they was boys together \u2014 and hadn\u2019t ever seen his brother William at all \u2014 that\u2019s the deef and dumb one \u2014 William ain\u2019t more than thirty or thirty-five. Peter and George were the only ones that come out here; George was the married brother; him and his wife both died last year. Harvey and William\u2019s the only ones that\u2019s left now; and, as I was saying, they haven\u2019t got here in time.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDid anybody send \u2019em word?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, yes; a month or two ago, when Peter was first took; because Peter said then that he sorter felt like he warn\u2019t going to get well this time. You see, he was pretty old, and George\u2019s g\u2019yirls was too young to be much company for him, except Mary Jane, the red-headed one; and so he was kinder lonesome after George and his wife died, and didn\u2019t seem to care much to live. He most desperately wanted to see Harvey \u2014 and William, too, for that matter \u2014 because he was one of them kind that can\u2019t bear to make a will. He left a letter behind for Harvey, and said he\u2019d told in it where his money was hid, and how he wanted the rest of the property divided up so George\u2019s g\u2019yirls would be all right \u2014 for George didn\u2019t leave nothing. And that letter was all they could get him to put a pen to.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_11": "\u201cWhy do you reckon Harvey don\u2019t come? Wher\u2019 does he live?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, he lives in England \u2014 Sheffield \u2014 preaches there \u2014 hasn\u2019t ever been in this country. He hasn\u2019t had any too much time \u2014 and besides he mightn\u2019t a got the letter at all, you know.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cToo bad, too bad he couldn\u2019t a lived to see his brothers, poor soul. You going to Orleans, you say?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_12": "\u201cOh, he lives in England \u2014 Sheffield \u2014 preaches there \u2014 hasn\u2019t ever been in this country. He hasn\u2019t had any too much time \u2014 and besides he mightn\u2019t a got the letter at all, you know.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cToo bad, too bad he couldn\u2019t a lived to see his brothers, poor soul. You going to Orleans, you say?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, but that ain\u2019t only a part of it. I\u2019m going in a ship, next Wednesday, for Ryo Janeero, where my uncle lives.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_9": "Mike stopped and looked at Chris with a comical expression. \"Everybody knows what's outside his window!\" he burst out. \"Of all the silly things! But I turned around and looked, like he told me to, and of course there was the traffic goin' by, and trucks, and cabs, and people crossin' the street, and the freeway overhead, an' -- you know.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"So what did he say?\"<|Q|> Chris asked, and for the first time that day the heavy weight he carried within him lifted and lightened a little.\n\nMike examined the toe of his worn shoe. \"Oh, he just smiled, that funny little crackly smile, and said, 'I'm sorry, young man, you won't do.'\"", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_39": "Lucien having left, Danglars took his place on the sofa, closed the open book, and placing himself in a dreadfully dictatorial attitude, he began playing with the dog; but the animal, not liking him as well as Debray, and attempting to bite him, Danglars seized him by the skin of his neck and threw him upon a couch on the other side of the room. The animal uttered a cry during the transit, but, arrived at its destination, it crouched behind the cushions, and stupefied at such unusual treatment remained silent and motionless.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo you know, sir,\u201d<|Q|> asked the baroness, \u201cthat you are improving? Generally you are only rude, but tonight you are brutal.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is because I am in a worse humor than usual,\u201d replied Danglars. Hermine looked at the banker with supreme disdain. These glances frequently exasperated the pride of Danglars, but this evening he took no notice of them.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_72": "\u201cWell, sir, and what then?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh, yes, it was just after this that you spoiled everything.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cReally, your manner of speaking \u2014 \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_75": "\u201cWell, since I gave you a fourth of my gains, I think you owe me a fourth of my losses; the fourth of 700,000 francs is 175,000 francs.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat you say is absurd, and I cannot see why M. Debray\u2019s name is mixed up in this affair.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBecause if you do not possess the 175,000 francs I reclaim, you must have lent them to your friends, and M. Debray is one of your friends.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_18": "Well, the old man went on asking questions till he just fairly emptied that young fellow. Blamed if he didn\u2019t inquire about everybody and everything in that blessed town, and all about the Wilkses; and about Peter\u2019s business \u2014 which was a tanner; and about George\u2019s \u2014 which was a carpenter; and about Harvey\u2019s \u2014 which was a dissentering minister; and so on, and so on. Then he says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat did you want to walk all the way up to the steamboat for?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBecause she\u2019s a big Orleans boat, and I was afeard she mightn\u2019t stop there. When they\u2019re deep they won\u2019t stop for a hail. A Cincinnati boat will, but this is a St. Louis one.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_19": "\u201cWhat did you want to walk all the way up to the steamboat for?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBecause she\u2019s a big Orleans boat, and I was afeard she mightn\u2019t stop there. When they\u2019re deep they won\u2019t stop for a hail. A Cincinnati boat will, but this is a St. Louis one.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWas Peter Wilks well off?\u201d", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_79": "\u201cI do not say that I did know it, and I do not say that I did not know it. I merely tell you to look into my conduct during the last four years that we have ceased to be husband and wife, and see whether it has not always been consistent. Some time after our rupture, you wished to study music, under the celebrated baritone who made such a successful appearance at the Th\u00e9\u00e2tre Italien; at the same time I felt inclined to learn dancing of the danseuse who acquired such a reputation in London. This cost me, on your account and mine, 100,000 francs. I said nothing, for we must have peace in the house; and 100,000 francs for a lady and gentleman to be properly instructed in music and dancing are not too much. Well, you soon become tired of singing, and you take a fancy to study diplomacy with the minister\u2019s secretary. You understand, it signifies nothing to me so long as you pay for your lessons out of your own cash box. But today I find you are drawing on mine, and that your apprenticeship may cost me 700,000 francs per month. Stop there, madame, for this cannot last. Either the diplomatist must give his lessons gratis, and I will tolerate him, or he must never set his foot again in my house; \u2014 do you understand, madame?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, this is too much,\u201d<|Q|> cried Hermine, choking, \u201cyou are worse than despicable.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut,\u201d continued Danglars, \u201cI find you did not even pause there \u2014 \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_15": "But Mike was certain, or perhaps he needed a companion in this curious experiment.\n\n<|Q|>\"You bet he does! He tol' me at noon today he wished he could find something that would help bring some money in. His mother's sick,\"<|Q|> he repeated, \"an' Jakey don' look so good himself.\"\n\n\"Well -- \" Chris said, half agreeing.", "Solo.47.61.count_of_monte_cristo_065_dumas_64kb_82": "\u201cYou are right; let us leave these facts alone, and reason coolly. I have never interfered in your affairs excepting for your good; treat me in the same way. You say you have nothing to do with my cash box. Be it so. Do as you like with your own, but do not fill or empty mine. Besides, how do I know that this was not a political trick, that the minister enraged at seeing me in the opposition, and jealous of the popular sympathy I excite, has not concerted with M. Debray to ruin me?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cA probable thing!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy not? Who ever heard of such an occurrence as this? \u2014 a false telegraphic despatch \u2014 it is almost impossible for wrong signals to be made as they were in the last two telegrams. It was done on purpose for me \u2014 I am sure of it.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_23": "\u201cWhen did you say he died?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI didn\u2019t say, but it was last night.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFuneral to-morrow, likely?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_19": "Chris glanced down the slope of Wisconsin. Houses and shops thinned suddenly on both sides of the street. Far down at the very end, on his side, he could see the brick walls and slate roof of Mr. Wicker's house. Chris knew it well, for times without number he had pressed his nose to the square Georgian panes of Mr. Wicker's window to gaze at the strangely fascinating jumble of oddments that were displayed. Now, however, he felt in no mood to visit the curiosity shop and stood shifting his feet and looking aimlessly about. Mike, beside him, was becoming restive, and gave him a poke.\n\n<|Q|>\"Betcha aren't goin' after all!\"<|Q|>\n\nChris turned on him. \"Am too!\"", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_26": "\u201cYes, \u2019bout the middle of the day.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, it\u2019s all terrible sad; but we\u2019ve all got to go, one time or another. So what we want to do is to be prepared; then we\u2019re all right.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, sir, it\u2019s the best way. Ma used to always say that.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_20": "Chris turned on him. \"Am too!\"\n\nMike looked disdainful. <|Q|>\"Aw -- you're stalling!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Not any sucha thing. I'm going now.\"", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_27": "\u201cWell, it\u2019s all terrible sad; but we\u2019ve all got to go, one time or another. So what we want to do is to be prepared; then we\u2019re all right.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, sir, it\u2019s the best way. Ma used to always say that.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWhen we struck the boat she was about done loading, and pretty soon she got off. The king never said nothing about going aboard, so I lost my ride, after all. When the boat was gone the king made me paddle up another mile to a lonesome place, and then he got ashore and says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_28": "When we struck the boat she was about done loading, and pretty soon she got off. The king never said nothing about going aboard, so I lost my ride, after all. When the boat was gone the king made me paddle up another mile to a lonesome place, and then he got ashore and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNow hustle back, right off, and fetch the duke up here, and the new carpet-bags. And if he\u2019s gone over to t\u2019other side, go over there and git him. And tell him to git himself up regardless. Shove along, now.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI see what he was up to; but I never said nothing, of course. When I got back with the duke we hid the canoe, and then they set down on a log, and the king told him everything, just like the young fellow had said it \u2014 every last word of it. And all the time he was a-doing it he tried to talk like an Englishman; and he done it pretty well, too, for a slouch. I can\u2019t imitate him, and so I ain\u2019t a-going to try to; but he really done it pretty good. Then he says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_29": "I see what he was up to; but I never said nothing, of course. When I got back with the duke we hid the canoe, and then they set down on a log, and the king told him everything, just like the young fellow had said it \u2014 every last word of it. And all the time he was a-doing it he tried to talk like an Englishman; and he done it pretty well, too, for a slouch. I can\u2019t imitate him, and so I ain\u2019t a-going to try to; but he really done it pretty good. Then he says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow are you on the deef and dumb, Bilgewater?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_25": "\"Hi!\" Chris called, indignant. \"You said you were coming with me!\"\n\n\"Well, I was,\" Mike howled back, <|Q|>\"but I just remembered. My mother told me to bring her some stuff from the Safeway. I'll run all the way and come back and meet you.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Aw shucks!\" Chris kicked at a nonexistent pebble and scowled. But a chore was a chore, and was never worth discussion.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_30": "About the middle of the afternoon a couple of little boats come along, but they didn\u2019t come from high enough up the river; but at last there was a big one, and they hailed her. She sent out her yawl, and we went aboard, and she was from Cincinnati; and when they found we only wanted to go four or five mile they was booming mad, and gave us a cussing, and said they wouldn\u2019t land us. But the king was ca\u2019m. He says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIf gentlemen kin afford to pay a dollar a mile apiece to be took on and put off in a yawl, a steamboat kin afford to carry \u2019em, can\u2019t it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSo they softened down and said it was all right; and when we got to the village they yawled us ashore. About two dozen men flocked down when they see the yawl a-coming, and when the king says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_32": "\u201cKin any of you gentlemen tell me wher\u2019 Mr. Peter Wilks lives?\u201d they give a glance at one another, and nodded their heads, as much as to say, \u201cWhat d\u2019 I tell you?\u201d Then one of them says, kind of soft and gentle:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019m sorry sir, but the best we can do is to tell you where he did live yesterday evening.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSudden as winking the ornery old cretur went an to smash, and fell up against the man, and put his chin on his shoulder, and cried down his back, and says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_33": "Sudden as winking the ornery old cretur went an to smash, and fell up against the man, and put his chin on his shoulder, and cried down his back, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAlas, alas, our poor brother \u2014 gone, and we never got to see him; oh, it\u2019s too, too hard!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThen he turns around, blubbering, and makes a lot of idiotic signs to the duke on his hands, and blamed if he didn\u2019t drop a carpet-bag and bust out a-crying. If they warn\u2019t the beatenest lot, them two frauds, that ever I struck.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_0": "\"Nothin' much. Just looking.\"\n\n\"Say -- you know sumthin'?\" Mike wiggled himself across part of the Pep Boys' window to gain Chris's attention. <|Q|>\"Old Wicker's got a sign in his window -- he needs a boy. For after school, I guess. Think he'd pay, huh? Whyncha try?\"<|Q|>\n\nChris looked from a nickel-plated flashlight to a car jack and spark plug.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_2": "\"Oh -- I don't know.\"\n\nMike persisted. <|Q|>\"Well, I'll tell you what. Know who needs a job bad? That's Jakey Harris. His mother's sick, and he's got that bad foot. Whyncha ask for him, huh? You sit next to him at school.\"<|Q|>\n\nAll Chris heard was \" -- needs a job bad -- mother's sick.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_2": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Fireman exclaimed, \"O Allah, I beseech Thee of Thy knowledge of hidden things, that Thou make this young man's life the work of my hands!\" And he ceased not to nurse him for three days, giving him to drink of sherbet of sugar and willow-flower water and rose-water; and doing him all manner of service and kindness, till health began to return to his body and Zau al-Makan opened his eyes. Presently came in the Fireman and, seeing him sitting up and showing signs of amendment, said to him, \"What is now thy state, O my son?\" \"Praise be to Allah,\" replied Zau al-Makan, <|Q|>\"I am well and like to recover, if such be the will of Allah Almighty at this time.\"<|Q|> The Stoker praised the Lord of All for this and, wending fast to the market, bought ten chickens, which he carried to his wife and said, \"Kill two of these for him every day, one at dawn of day and the other at fall of day.\" So she rose up and killed a fowl and brought it to him boiled, and fed him with the flesh and made him drink its broth. When he had done eating, she fetched hot water and he washed his hands and lay back upon the pillow, whereupon she covered him up with the coverlet, and he slept till the time of the mid-afternoon prayer. Then she arose and killed another fowl and boiled it; after which she cut it up and, bringing it to Zau al-Makan, said,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_3": "All Chris heard was \" -- needs a job bad -- mother's sick.\"\n\n\"O.K.,\" he said. <|Q|>\"Only why didn't you ask him yourself?\"<|Q|>\n\nMike became uneasy and fished an elastic band out of his pocket, made a flick of paper and sent it soaring out into M Street.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_4": "Mike became uneasy and fished an elastic band out of his pocket, made a flick of paper and sent it soaring out into M Street.\n\n\"Well -- \" he admitted, <|Q|>\"I did. Wicker's such a queer old guy. That ol' antique shop is dark an' spooky, an' -- Well, I went in, and there wasn't nobody there, on'y him and me.\"<|Q|>\n\nMike stopped, and after a pause Chris said, \"So what?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_5": "[Illustration]\n\n\"So -- \" Mike swallowed. <|Q|>\"So I said I was there about the job, an' do you know what he said? He said\"<|Q|> -- he went on without urging, but with a frown of perplexity ridging his forehead -- \"He said, 'Turn around and look out that window, son, and tell me what you see.'\"\n\nMike stopped and looked at Chris with a comical expression. \"Everybody knows what's outside his window!\" he burst out. \"Of all the silly things! But I turned around and looked, like he told me to, and of course there was the traffic goin' by, and trucks, and cabs, and people crossin' the street, and the freeway overhead, an' -- you know.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_6": "[Illustration]\n\n\"So -- \" Mike swallowed. \"So I said I was there about the job, an' do you know what he said? He said\" -- he went on without urging, but with a frown of perplexity ridging his forehead -- <|Q|>\"He said, 'Turn around and look out that window, son, and tell me what you see.'\"<|Q|>\n\nMike stopped and looked at Chris with a comical expression. \"Everybody knows what's outside his window!\" he burst out. \"Of all the silly things! But I turned around and looked, like he told me to, and of course there was the traffic goin' by, and trucks, and cabs, and people crossin' the street, and the freeway overhead, an' -- you know.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_7": "\"So -- \" Mike swallowed. \"So I said I was there about the job, an' do you know what he said? He said\" -- he went on without urging, but with a frown of perplexity ridging his forehead -- \"He said, 'Turn around and look out that window, son, and tell me what you see.'\"\n\nMike stopped and looked at Chris with a comical expression. <|Q|>\"Everybody knows what's outside his window!\"<|Q|> he burst out. \"Of all the silly things! But I turned around and looked, like he told me to, and of course there was the traffic goin' by, and trucks, and cabs, and people crossin' the street, and the freeway overhead, an' -- you know.\"\n\n\"So what did he say?\" Chris asked, and for the first time that day the heavy weight he carried within him lifted and lightened a little.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_8": "\"So -- \" Mike swallowed. \"So I said I was there about the job, an' do you know what he said? He said\" -- he went on without urging, but with a frown of perplexity ridging his forehead -- \"He said, 'Turn around and look out that window, son, and tell me what you see.'\"\n\nMike stopped and looked at Chris with a comical expression. \"Everybody knows what's outside his window!\" he burst out. <|Q|>\"Of all the silly things! But I turned around and looked, like he told me to, and of course there was the traffic goin' by, and trucks, and cabs, and people crossin' the street, and the freeway overhead, an' -- you know.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"So what did he say?\" Chris asked, and for the first time that day the heavy weight he carried within him lifted and lightened a little.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_13": "\u201cToo bad, too bad he couldn\u2019t a lived to see his brothers, poor soul. You going to Orleans, you say?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, but that ain\u2019t only a part of it. I\u2019m going in a ship, next Wednesday, for Ryo Janeero, where my uncle lives.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s a pretty long journey. But it\u2019ll be lovely; wisht I was a-going. Is Mary Jane the oldest? How old is the others?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_10": "\"So what did he say?\" Chris asked, and for the first time that day the heavy weight he carried within him lifted and lightened a little.\n\nMike examined the toe of his worn shoe. <|Q|>\"Oh, he just smiled, that funny little crackly smile, and said, 'I'm sorry, young man, you won't do.'\"<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_11": "\" Then the bathman proceeded to shave Zau al-Makan's head, after which he and the Stoker washed themselves and returned to the house, where he clad Zau al-Makan in a shirt of fine stuff and a robe of his own; and gave him a handsome turband and girdle and a light kerchief which he wound about his neck. Meanwhile the Fireman's wife had killed and cooked two chickens; so, as soon as Zau al-Makan entered and seated himself on the carpet, the husband arose and, dissolving sugar in willow-flower water, made him drink of it. Then he brought the food-tray and, cutting up the chickens, fed him with the flesh and gave him the broth to drink till he was satisfied; when he washed his hands and praised Allah for recovery, and said to the Fireman, <|Q|>\"Thou art he whom the Almighty vouchsafed to me and made the cause of my cure!\"<|Q|> \"Leave this talk,\" replied the other, \"and tell us the cause of thy coming to this city and whence thou art. Thy face showeth signs of gentle breeding.\" \"Tell me first how thou camest to fall in with me,\" said Zau al-Makan; \"and after I will tell thee my story.\" Rejoined the Fireman, \"As for that, I found thee lying on the rubbish-heap by the door of the fire-house, as I went to my work near the morning, and knew not who had thrown thee there. So I carried thee home with me; and this is all my tale", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_12": "\"Queerest thing I ever heard. Gee! Whaddaya suppose?\"\n\nMike took heart, his experience believed and his bafflement shared. He spoke cheerfully. <|Q|>\"It doesn't make sense, but old Wicker's so old he may be addled, don't you reckon? Who else would keep an antique store where nobody ever looks? All the other antique places are along Wisconsin Avenue where people go to shop.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You reckon Jakey really could use the job?\" Chris asked, his courage ebbing as he pictured to himself the dark little shop with its bow window of small panes, and Mr. Wicker, so thin and wizened he seemed only bones and wrinkles. \"Think he really needs it?\" he pursued.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_13": "Mike took heart, his experience believed and his bafflement shared. He spoke cheerfully. \"It doesn't make sense, but old Wicker's so old he may be addled, don't you reckon? Who else would keep an antique store where nobody ever looks? All the other antique places are along Wisconsin Avenue where people go to shop.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You reckon Jakey really could use the job?\"<|Q|> Chris asked, his courage ebbing as he pictured to himself the dark little shop with its bow window of small panes, and Mr. Wicker, so thin and wizened he seemed only bones and wrinkles. \"Think he really needs it?\" he pursued.\n\nBut Mike was certain, or perhaps he needed a companion in this curious experiment.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_14": "\"It doesn't make sense, but old Wicker's so old he may be addled, don't you reckon? Who else would keep an antique store where nobody ever looks? All the other antique places are along Wisconsin Avenue where people go to shop.\"\n\n\"You reckon Jakey really could use the job?\" Chris asked, his courage ebbing as he pictured to himself the dark little shop with its bow window of small panes, and Mr. Wicker, so thin and wizened he seemed only bones and wrinkles. <|Q|>\"Think he really needs it?\"<|Q|> he pursued.\n\nBut Mike was certain, or perhaps he needed a companion in this curious experiment.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_22": "\u201cOh, yes, pretty well off. He had houses and land, and it\u2019s reckoned he left three or four thousand in cash hid up som\u2019ers.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhen did you say he died?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI didn\u2019t say, but it was last night.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_16": "But Mike was certain, or perhaps he needed a companion in this curious experiment.\n\n\"You bet he does! He tol' me at noon today he wished he could find something that would help bring some money in. His mother's sick,\" he repeated, <|Q|>\"an' Jakey don' look so good himself.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Well -- \" Chris said, half agreeing.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_17": "Chris did not feel too happy about his mission and hung back a moment longer, looking in the Pep Boys' window at things he had already seen. He would have liked to get the job for Jakey, who needed it, but somehow the task of facing Mr. Wicker, especially now that the light was going and dusk edging into the streets, was not what Chris had intended for ending the afternoon. Although he had not been quite certain how he had meant to spend the rest of the remaining daylight, Mike's plan did not seem to fit his present mood.\n\n<|Q|>\"Are you coming?\"<|Q|> Mike challenged, with a hint of derision.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Chris suddenly, \"I'm coming. I'll ask for Jakey.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_18": "\"As for that, I found thee lying on the rubbish-heap by the door of the fire-house, as I went to my work near the morning, and knew not who had thrown thee there. So I carried thee home with me; and this is all my tale.\" Quoth Zau al-Makan, \"Glory to Him who quickeneth the bones, though they be rotten! Indeed, O my brother, thou hast not done good save to one worthy of it, and thou shalt presently gather its fruitage.\" And he added, \"But where am I now?\" <|Q|>\"Thou art in the city of Jerusalem,\"<|Q|> replied the Stoker; whereupon Zau al-Makan called to mind his strangerhood and remembered his separation from his sister and wept. Then he discovered his secret to the Fireman and told him his story and began repeating,\n\n\"In love they bore me further than my force would go, * And for them made me suffer resurrection-throe: Oh, have compassion, cruel! on this soul of mine * Which, since ye fared, is pitied by each envious foe; Nor grudge the tender mercy of one passing glance * My case to lighten, easing this excess of woe: Quoth I 'Heart, bear this loss in patience!' Patience cried * 'Take heed! no patience in such plight I'm wont to show.' \"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_17": "\"As for that, I found thee lying on the rubbish-heap by the door of the fire-house, as I went to my work near the morning, and knew not who had thrown thee there. So I carried thee home with me; and this is all my tale.\" Quoth Zau al-Makan, \"Glory to Him who quickeneth the bones, though they be rotten! Indeed, O my brother, thou hast not done good save to one worthy of it, and thou shalt presently gather its fruitage.\" And he added, <|Q|>\"But where am I now?\"<|Q|> \"Thou art in the city of Jerusalem,\" replied the Stoker; whereupon Zau al-Makan called to mind his strangerhood and remembered his separation from his sister and wept. Then he discovered his secret to the Fireman and told him his story and began repeating,\n\n\"In love they bore me further than my force would go, * And for them made me suffer resurrection-throe: Oh, have compassion, cruel! on this soul of mine * Which, since ye fared, is pitied by each envious foe; Nor grudge the tender mercy of one passing glance * My case to lighten, easing this excess of woe: Quoth I 'Heart, bear this loss in patience!' Patience cried * 'Take heed! no patience in such plight I'm wont to show.' \"", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_24": "\u201cI didn\u2019t say, but it was last night.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFuneral to-morrow, likely?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, \u2019bout the middle of the day.\u201d", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_20": "\"In love they bore me further than my force would go, * And for them made me suffer resurrection-throe: Oh, have compassion, cruel! on this soul of mine * Which, since ye fared, is pitied by each envious foe; Nor grudge the tender mercy of one passing glance * My case to lighten, easing this excess of woe: Quoth I 'Heart, bear this loss in patience!' Patience cried * 'Take heed! no patience in such plight I'm wont to show.' \"\n\nThen he redoubled his weeping, and the Fireman said to him, \"Weep not, but rather praise Allah for safety and recovery.\" Asked Zau al-Makan, <|Q|>\"How far is it hence to Damascus?\"<|Q|> Answered the other, \"Six days' journey.\" Then quoth Zau al-Makan, \"Wilt thou send me thither?\" \"O my lord,\" quoth the Stoker, \"how can I allow thee to go alone, and thou a youth and a stranger to boot? If thou would journey to Damascus, I am one who will go with thee; and if my wife will listen to and obey me and accompany me, I will take up my abode there; for it is no light matter to part with thee", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_22": "\"Not any sucha thing. I'm going now.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"O.K. Let's see you.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris turned his back on Mike and started down the hill. After a step or two, not finding his friend beside him, he turned. Mike was standing on the corner.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_22": "\"In love they bore me further than my force would go, * And for them made me suffer resurrection-throe: Oh, have compassion, cruel! on this soul of mine * Which, since ye fared, is pitied by each envious foe; Nor grudge the tender mercy of one passing glance * My case to lighten, easing this excess of woe: Quoth I 'Heart, bear this loss in patience!' Patience cried * 'Take heed! no patience in such plight I'm wont to show.' \"\n\nThen he redoubled his weeping, and the Fireman said to him, \"Weep not, but rather praise Allah for safety and recovery.\" Asked Zau al-Makan, \"How far is it hence to Damascus?\" Answered the other, \"Six days' journey.\" Then quoth Zau al-Makan, <|Q|>\"Wilt thou send me thither?\"<|Q|> \"O my lord,\" quoth the Stoker, \"how can I allow thee to go alone, and thou a youth and a stranger to boot? If thou would journey to Damascus, I am one who will go with thee; and if my wife will listen to and obey me and accompany me, I will take up my abode there; for it is no light matter to part with thee.\" Then said he to his wife, \"Wilt thou travel with me to Damascus of Syria or wilt thou abide here, whilst I lead this my lord thither and return to thee? For he is bent upon going to Damascus of Syria and, by Allah, it is hard to me to part with him, and I fear for him from highway men", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_23": "Chris turned his back on Mike and started down the hill. After a step or two, not finding his friend beside him, he turned. Mike was standing on the corner.\n\n\"Hi!\" Chris called, indignant. <|Q|>\"You said you were coming with me!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Well, I was,\" Mike howled back, \"but I just remembered. My mother told me to bring her some stuff from the Safeway. I'll run all the way and come back and meet you.\"", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_31": "So they softened down and said it was all right; and when we got to the village they yawled us ashore. About two dozen men flocked down when they see the yawl a-coming, and when the king says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cKin any of you gentlemen tell me wher\u2019 Mr. Peter Wilks lives?\u201d<|Q|> they give a glance at one another, and nodded their heads, as much as to say, \u201cWhat d\u2019 I tell you?\u201d Then one of them says, kind of soft and gentle:\n\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry sir, but the best we can do is to tell you where he did live yesterday evening.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_26": "\"Well, I was,\" Mike howled back, \"but I just remembered. My mother told me to bring her some stuff from the Safeway. I'll run all the way and come back and meet you.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Aw shucks!\"<|Q|> Chris kicked at a nonexistent pebble and scowled. But a chore was a chore, and was never worth discussion.\n\n\"I'll meetcha in fifteen or twenty minutes,\" Mike shouted. \"It won't take me long,\" and throwing out his hands to signify that there was nothing he could do about it he disappeared.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_27": "\"Aw shucks!\" Chris kicked at a nonexistent pebble and scowled. But a chore was a chore, and was never worth discussion.\n\n<|Q|>\"I'll meetcha in fifteen or twenty minutes,\"<|Q|> Mike shouted. \"It won't take me long,\" and throwing out his hands to signify that there was nothing he could do about it he disappeared.\n\nChris started off once more, passing the bleak little Victorian church perched on the hill above Mr. Wicker's house. An empty lot cut into by Church Lane gave a look of isolation to the L-shaped brick building that served Mr. Wicker as both house and place of business. Chris paused to look below him. Even from where he stood, fifty feet above the house, the slope of the hill was sharp and the plan of the house below him could be plainly seen.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_0": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Fireman exclaimed, \"O Allah, I beseech Thee of Thy knowledge of hidden things, that Thou make this young man's life the work of my hands!\" And he ceased not to nurse him for three days, giving him to drink of sherbet of sugar and willow-flower water and rose-water; and doing him all manner of service and kindness, till health began to return to his body and Zau al-Makan opened his eyes. Presently came in the Fireman and, seeing him sitting up and showing signs of amendment, said to him, <|Q|>\"What is now thy state, O my son?\"<|Q|> \"Praise be to Allah,\" replied Zau al-Makan, \"I am well and like to recover, if such be the will of Allah Almighty at this time.\" The Stoker praised the Lord of All for this and, wending fast to the market, bought ten chickens, which he carried to his wife and said, \"Kill two of these for him every day, one at dawn of day and the other at fall of day.\" So she rose up and killed a fowl and brought it to him boiled, and fed him with the flesh and made him drink its broth. When he had done eating, she fetched hot water and he washed his hands and lay back upon the pillow, whereupon she covered him up with the coverlet, and he slept till the time of the mid-afternoon prayer. Then she arose and killed another fowl and boiled it; after which she cut it up and, bringing it to Zau al-Makan, said,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_1": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Fireman exclaimed, \"O Allah, I beseech Thee of Thy knowledge of hidden things, that Thou make this young man's life the work of my hands!\" And he ceased not to nurse him for three days, giving him to drink of sherbet of sugar and willow-flower water and rose-water; and doing him all manner of service and kindness, till health began to return to his body and Zau al-Makan opened his eyes. Presently came in the Fireman and, seeing him sitting up and showing signs of amendment, said to him, \"What is now thy state, O my son?\" <|Q|>\"Praise be to Allah,\"<|Q|> replied Zau al-Makan, \"I am well and like to recover, if such be the will of Allah Almighty at this time.\" The Stoker praised the Lord of All for this and, wending fast to the market, bought ten chickens, which he carried to his wife and said, \"Kill two of these for him every day, one at dawn of day and the other at fall of day.\" So she rose up and killed a fowl and brought it to him boiled, and fed him with the flesh and made him drink its broth. When he had done eating, she fetched hot water and he washed his hands and lay back upon the pillow, whereupon she covered him up with the coverlet, and he slept till the time of the mid-afternoon prayer. Then she arose and killed another fowl and boiled it; after which she cut it up and, bringing it to Zau al-Makan, said,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_1": "Chris looked from a nickel-plated flashlight to a car jack and spark plug.\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh -- I don't know.\"<|Q|>\n\nMike persisted. \"Well, I'll tell you what. Know who needs a job bad? That's Jakey Harris. His mother's sick, and he's got that bad foot. Whyncha ask for him, huh? You sit next to him at school.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_3": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Fireman exclaimed, \"O Allah, I beseech Thee of Thy knowledge of hidden things, that Thou make this young man's life the work of my hands!\" And he ceased not to nurse him for three days, giving him to drink of sherbet of sugar and willow-flower water and rose-water; and doing him all manner of service and kindness, till health began to return to his body and Zau al-Makan opened his eyes. Presently came in the Fireman and, seeing him sitting up and showing signs of amendment, said to him, \"What is now thy state, O my son?\" \"Praise be to Allah,\" replied Zau al-Makan, \"I am well and like to recover, if such be the will of Allah Almighty at this time.\" The Stoker praised the Lord of All for this and, wending fast to the market, bought ten chickens, which he carried to his wife and said, <|Q|>\"Kill two of these for him every day, one at dawn of day and the other at fall of day.\"<|Q|> So she rose up and killed a fowl and brought it to him boiled, and fed him with the flesh and made him drink its broth. When he had done eating, she fetched hot water and he washed his hands and lay back upon the pillow, whereupon she covered him up with the coverlet, and he slept till the time of the mid-afternoon prayer. Then she arose and killed another fowl and boiled it; after which she cut it up and, bringing it to Zau al-Makan, said,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_4": "\" So she rose up and killed a fowl and brought it to him boiled, and fed him with the flesh and made him drink its broth. When he had done eating, she fetched hot water and he washed his hands and lay back upon the pillow, whereupon she covered him up with the coverlet, and he slept till the time of the mid-afternoon prayer. Then she arose and killed another fowl and boiled it; after which she cut it up and, bringing it to Zau al-Makan, said, <|Q|>\"Eat, O my son!\"<|Q|> While he was eating; behold, her husband entered and seeing her feeding him, sat down at his head and said to him, \"How is it with thee now, O my son?\" \"Thanks be to Allah for recovery!\" he replied: \"may the Almighty requite thee thy kindness to me.\" At this the Fireman rejoiced and going out, bought sherbet of violets and rose-water and made him drink it. Now the Stoker used to work at the Hammam all day for a wage of five dirhams, whereof he spent every day, for Zau al-Makan, one dirham upon sugar and sherbet of rose-water and willow-flower water,[FN#236] and another dirham for fowls; and he ceased not to entreat him thus kindly during a whole month, till the traces of illness ceased from him and he was once more sound and whole. Thereupon the Fireman and his wife rejoiced and asked him, \"O my son, wilt thou go with me to the bath?\"; whereto he answered, \"Yes!\" So the Stoker went to the bazar and fetched a donkey-boy, and he mounted Zau al-Makan on the ass and supported him in the saddle till they came to the bath. Then he made him sit down and seated the donkey-boy in the furnace-room and went forth to the market and bought lote-leaves and lupin-flour,[FN#237] with which he returned to the bath and said to Zau al-Makan,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_5": "\" So she rose up and killed a fowl and brought it to him boiled, and fed him with the flesh and made him drink its broth. When he had done eating, she fetched hot water and he washed his hands and lay back upon the pillow, whereupon she covered him up with the coverlet, and he slept till the time of the mid-afternoon prayer. Then she arose and killed another fowl and boiled it; after which she cut it up and, bringing it to Zau al-Makan, said, \"Eat, O my son!\" While he was eating; behold, her husband entered and seeing her feeding him, sat down at his head and said to him, <|Q|>\"How is it with thee now, O my son?\"<|Q|> \"Thanks be to Allah for recovery!\" he replied: \"may the Almighty requite thee thy kindness to me.\" At this the Fireman rejoiced and going out, bought sherbet of violets and rose-water and made him drink it. Now the Stoker used to work at the Hammam all day for a wage of five dirhams, whereof he spent every day, for Zau al-Makan, one dirham upon sugar and sherbet of rose-water and willow-flower water,[FN#236] and another dirham for fowls; and he ceased not to entreat him thus kindly during a whole month, till the traces of illness ceased from him and he was once more sound and whole. Thereupon the Fireman and his wife rejoiced and asked him, \"O my son, wilt thou go with me to the bath?\"; whereto he answered, \"Yes!\" So the Stoker went to the bazar and fetched a donkey-boy, and he mounted Zau al-Makan on the ass and supported him in the saddle till they came to the bath. Then he made him sit down and seated the donkey-boy in the furnace-room and went forth to the market and bought lote-leaves and lupin-flour,[FN#237] with which he returned to the bath and said to Zau al-Makan,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_6": "\" So she rose up and killed a fowl and brought it to him boiled, and fed him with the flesh and made him drink its broth. When he had done eating, she fetched hot water and he washed his hands and lay back upon the pillow, whereupon she covered him up with the coverlet, and he slept till the time of the mid-afternoon prayer. Then she arose and killed another fowl and boiled it; after which she cut it up and, bringing it to Zau al-Makan, said, \"Eat, O my son!\" While he was eating; behold, her husband entered and seeing her feeding him, sat down at his head and said to him, \"How is it with thee now, O my son?\" <|Q|>\"Thanks be to Allah for recovery!\"<|Q|> he replied: \"may the Almighty requite thee thy kindness to me.\" At this the Fireman rejoiced and going out, bought sherbet of violets and rose-water and made him drink it. Now the Stoker used to work at the Hammam all day for a wage of five dirhams, whereof he spent every day, for Zau al-Makan, one dirham upon sugar and sherbet of rose-water and willow-flower water,[FN#236] and another dirham for fowls; and he ceased not to entreat him thus kindly during a whole month, till the traces of illness ceased from him and he was once more sound and whole. Thereupon the Fireman and his wife rejoiced and asked him, \"O my son, wilt thou go with me to the bath?\"; whereto he answered, \"Yes!\" So the Stoker went to the bazar and fetched a donkey-boy, and he mounted Zau al-Makan on the ass and supported him in the saddle till they came to the bath. Then he made him sit down and seated the donkey-boy in the furnace-room and went forth to the market and bought lote-leaves and lupin-flour,[FN#237] with which he returned to the bath and said to Zau al-Makan,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_7": "\" So she rose up and killed a fowl and brought it to him boiled, and fed him with the flesh and made him drink its broth. When he had done eating, she fetched hot water and he washed his hands and lay back upon the pillow, whereupon she covered him up with the coverlet, and he slept till the time of the mid-afternoon prayer. Then she arose and killed another fowl and boiled it; after which she cut it up and, bringing it to Zau al-Makan, said, \"Eat, O my son!\" While he was eating; behold, her husband entered and seeing her feeding him, sat down at his head and said to him, \"How is it with thee now, O my son?\" \"Thanks be to Allah for recovery!\" he replied: <|Q|>\"may the Almighty requite thee thy kindness to me.\"<|Q|> At this the Fireman rejoiced and going out, bought sherbet of violets and rose-water and made him drink it. Now the Stoker used to work at the Hammam all day for a wage of five dirhams, whereof he spent every day, for Zau al-Makan, one dirham upon sugar and sherbet of rose-water and willow-flower water,[FN#236] and another dirham for fowls; and he ceased not to entreat him thus kindly during a whole month, till the traces of illness ceased from him and he was once more sound and whole. Thereupon the Fireman and his wife rejoiced and asked him, \"O my son, wilt thou go with me to the bath?\"; whereto he answered, \"Yes!\" So the Stoker went to the bazar and fetched a donkey-boy, and he mounted Zau al-Makan on the ass and supported him in the saddle till they came to the bath. Then he made him sit down and seated the donkey-boy in the furnace-room and went forth to the market and bought lote-leaves and lupin-flour,[FN#237] with which he returned to the bath and said to Zau al-Makan,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_8": "\" At this the Fireman rejoiced and going out, bought sherbet of violets and rose-water and made him drink it. Now the Stoker used to work at the Hammam all day for a wage of five dirhams, whereof he spent every day, for Zau al-Makan, one dirham upon sugar and sherbet of rose-water and willow-flower water,[FN#236] and another dirham for fowls; and he ceased not to entreat him thus kindly during a whole month, till the traces of illness ceased from him and he was once more sound and whole. Thereupon the Fireman and his wife rejoiced and asked him, \"O my son, wilt thou go with me to the bath?\"; whereto he answered, \"Yes!\" So the Stoker went to the bazar and fetched a donkey-boy, and he mounted Zau al-Makan on the ass and supported him in the saddle till they came to the bath. Then he made him sit down and seated the donkey-boy in the furnace-room and went forth to the market and bought lote-leaves and lupin-flour,[FN#237] with which he returned to the bath and said to Zau al-Makan, <|Q|>\"O my master, in Allah's name, walk in and I will wash thy body.\"<|Q|> So they entered the inner room of the bath, and the Fireman took to rubbing Zau al-Makan's legs and began to wash his body with the leaves and meal, when there came to them a bathman, whom the bath-keeper had sent to Zau al-Makan; and he, seeing the Stoker washing and rubbing him, said, \"This is doing injury to the keeper's rights.\" Replied the Fireman, \"The master overwhelmeth us with his favours", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_10": "\"O my master, in Allah's name, walk in and I will wash thy body.\" So they entered the inner room of the bath, and the Fireman took to rubbing Zau al-Makan's legs and began to wash his body with the leaves and meal, when there came to them a bathman, whom the bath-keeper had sent to Zau al-Makan; and he, seeing the Stoker washing and rubbing him, said, \"This is doing injury to the keeper's rights.\" Replied the Fireman, <|Q|>\"The master overwhelmeth us with his favours!\"<|Q|> Then the bathman proceeded to shave Zau al-Makan's head, after which he and the Stoker washed themselves and returned to the house, where he clad Zau al-Makan in a shirt of fine stuff and a robe of his own; and gave him a handsome turband and girdle and a light kerchief which he wound about his neck. Meanwhile the Fireman's wife had killed and cooked two chickens; so, as soon as Zau al-Makan entered and seated himself on the carpet, the husband arose and, dissolving sugar in willow-flower water, made him drink of it. Then he brought the food-tray and, cutting up the chickens, fed him with the flesh and gave him the broth to drink till he was satisfied; when he washed his hands and praised Allah for recovery, and said to the Fireman,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_12": "\" Then the bathman proceeded to shave Zau al-Makan's head, after which he and the Stoker washed themselves and returned to the house, where he clad Zau al-Makan in a shirt of fine stuff and a robe of his own; and gave him a handsome turband and girdle and a light kerchief which he wound about his neck. Meanwhile the Fireman's wife had killed and cooked two chickens; so, as soon as Zau al-Makan entered and seated himself on the carpet, the husband arose and, dissolving sugar in willow-flower water, made him drink of it. Then he brought the food-tray and, cutting up the chickens, fed him with the flesh and gave him the broth to drink till he was satisfied; when he washed his hands and praised Allah for recovery, and said to the Fireman, \"Thou art he whom the Almighty vouchsafed to me and made the cause of my cure!\" \"Leave this talk,\" replied the other, <|Q|>\"and tell us the cause of thy coming to this city and whence thou art. Thy face showeth signs of gentle breeding.\"<|Q|> \"Tell me first how thou camest to fall in with me,\" said Zau al-Makan; \"and after I will tell thee my story.\" Rejoined the Fireman, \"As for that, I found thee lying on the rubbish-heap by the door of the fire-house, as I went to my work near the morning, and knew not who had thrown thee there. So I carried thee home with me; and this is all my tale.\" Quoth Zau al-Makan,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_9": "\" At this the Fireman rejoiced and going out, bought sherbet of violets and rose-water and made him drink it. Now the Stoker used to work at the Hammam all day for a wage of five dirhams, whereof he spent every day, for Zau al-Makan, one dirham upon sugar and sherbet of rose-water and willow-flower water,[FN#236] and another dirham for fowls; and he ceased not to entreat him thus kindly during a whole month, till the traces of illness ceased from him and he was once more sound and whole. Thereupon the Fireman and his wife rejoiced and asked him, \"O my son, wilt thou go with me to the bath?\"; whereto he answered, \"Yes!\" So the Stoker went to the bazar and fetched a donkey-boy, and he mounted Zau al-Makan on the ass and supported him in the saddle till they came to the bath. Then he made him sit down and seated the donkey-boy in the furnace-room and went forth to the market and bought lote-leaves and lupin-flour,[FN#237] with which he returned to the bath and said to Zau al-Makan, \"O my master, in Allah's name, walk in and I will wash thy body.\" So they entered the inner room of the bath, and the Fireman took to rubbing Zau al-Makan's legs and began to wash his body with the leaves and meal, when there came to them a bathman, whom the bath-keeper had sent to Zau al-Makan; and he, seeing the Stoker washing and rubbing him, said, <|Q|>\"This is doing injury to the keeper's rights.\"<|Q|> Replied the Fireman, \"The master overwhelmeth us with his favours!\" Then the bathman proceeded to shave Zau al-Makan's head, after which he and the Stoker washed themselves and returned to the house, where he clad Zau al-Makan in a shirt of fine stuff and a robe of his own; and gave him a handsome turband and girdle and a light kerchief which he wound about his neck. Meanwhile the Fireman's wife had killed and cooked two chickens; so, as soon as Zau al-Makan entered and seated himself on the carpet, the husband arose and, dissolving sugar in willow-flower water, made him drink of it. Then he brought the food-tray and, cutting up the chickens, fed him with the flesh and gave him the broth to drink till he was satisfied; when he washed his hands and praised Allah for recovery, and said to the Fireman,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_11": "At last, Chris broke the silence.\n\n<|Q|>\"Queerest thing I ever heard. Gee! Whaddaya suppose?\"<|Q|>\n\nMike took heart, his experience believed and his bafflement shared. He spoke cheerfully. \"It doesn't make sense, but old Wicker's so old he may be addled, don't you reckon? Who else would keep an antique store where nobody ever looks? All the other antique places are along Wisconsin Avenue where people go to shop.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_13": "\" Then the bathman proceeded to shave Zau al-Makan's head, after which he and the Stoker washed themselves and returned to the house, where he clad Zau al-Makan in a shirt of fine stuff and a robe of his own; and gave him a handsome turband and girdle and a light kerchief which he wound about his neck. Meanwhile the Fireman's wife had killed and cooked two chickens; so, as soon as Zau al-Makan entered and seated himself on the carpet, the husband arose and, dissolving sugar in willow-flower water, made him drink of it. Then he brought the food-tray and, cutting up the chickens, fed him with the flesh and gave him the broth to drink till he was satisfied; when he washed his hands and praised Allah for recovery, and said to the Fireman, \"Thou art he whom the Almighty vouchsafed to me and made the cause of my cure!\" \"Leave this talk,\" replied the other, \"and tell us the cause of thy coming to this city and whence thou art. Thy face showeth signs of gentle breeding.\" <|Q|>\"Tell me first how thou camest to fall in with me,\"<|Q|> said Zau al-Makan; \"and after I will tell thee my story.\" Rejoined the Fireman, \"As for that, I found thee lying on the rubbish-heap by the door of the fire-house, as I went to my work near the morning, and knew not who had thrown thee there. So I carried thee home with me; and this is all my tale.\" Quoth Zau al-Makan, \"Glory to Him who quickeneth the bones, though they be rotten! Indeed, O my brother, thou hast not done good save to one worthy of it, and thou shalt presently gather its fruitage", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_14": "\" Then the bathman proceeded to shave Zau al-Makan's head, after which he and the Stoker washed themselves and returned to the house, where he clad Zau al-Makan in a shirt of fine stuff and a robe of his own; and gave him a handsome turband and girdle and a light kerchief which he wound about his neck. Meanwhile the Fireman's wife had killed and cooked two chickens; so, as soon as Zau al-Makan entered and seated himself on the carpet, the husband arose and, dissolving sugar in willow-flower water, made him drink of it. Then he brought the food-tray and, cutting up the chickens, fed him with the flesh and gave him the broth to drink till he was satisfied; when he washed his hands and praised Allah for recovery, and said to the Fireman, \"Thou art he whom the Almighty vouchsafed to me and made the cause of my cure!\" \"Leave this talk,\" replied the other, \"and tell us the cause of thy coming to this city and whence thou art. Thy face showeth signs of gentle breeding.\" \"Tell me first how thou camest to fall in with me,\" said Zau al-Makan; <|Q|>\"and after I will tell thee my story.\"<|Q|> Rejoined the Fireman, \"As for that, I found thee lying on the rubbish-heap by the door of the fire-house, as I went to my work near the morning, and knew not who had thrown thee there. So I carried thee home with me; and this is all my tale.\" Quoth Zau al-Makan, \"Glory to Him who quickeneth the bones, though they be rotten! Indeed, O my brother, thou hast not done good save to one worthy of it, and thou shalt presently gather its fruitage", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_49": "\" And the Badawi ceased not to console her heart and coax her, till she trusted in him and agreed to serve him. Then he walked on before her and, when she followed him, he winked to his men to go in advance and harness the dromedaries and load them with their packs and place upon them water and provisions, ready for setting out as soon as he should come up with the camels. Now this Badawi was a base born churl, a highway thief and a traitor to the friend he held most fief, a rogue in grain, past master of plots and chicane. He had no daughter and no son and was only passing through the town when, by the decree of the Decreer, he fell in with this unhappy one. And he ceased not to hold her in converse on the highway till they came without the city of Jerusalem and, when outside, he joined his companions and found they had made ready the dromedaries. So the Badawi mounted a camel, having seated Nuzhat al-Zaman behind him and they rode on all night. Then she knew that the Badawi's proposal was a snare and that he had tricked her; and she continued weeping and crying out the whole night long, while they journeyed on making for the mountains, in fear any should see them. Now when it was near dawn, they dismounted from their dromedaries and the Badawi came up to Nuzhat al-Zaman and said to her, \"O city strumpet, what is this weeping? By Allah, an thou hold not thy peace, I will beat thee to death, O thou town filth!\" When she heard this she loathed life and longed for death; so she turned to him and said, <|Q|>\"O accursed old man, O gray beard of hell, how have I trusted thee and thou hast played me false, and now thou wouldst torture me?\"<|Q|> When he heard her reply he cried out, \"O lazy baggage, dost thou dare to bandy words with me?\" And he stood up to her and beat her with a whip, saying, \"An thou hold not thy peace, I will kill thee!\" So she was silent awhile, then she called to mind her brother and the happy estate she had been in and she shed tears secretly. Next day, she turned to the Badawi and said to him, \"How couldst thou play me this trick and lure me into these bald and stony mountains, and what is thy design with me", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_16": "\"Tell me first how thou camest to fall in with me,\" said Zau al-Makan; \"and after I will tell thee my story.\" Rejoined the Fireman, \"As for that, I found thee lying on the rubbish-heap by the door of the fire-house, as I went to my work near the morning, and knew not who had thrown thee there. So I carried thee home with me; and this is all my tale.\" Quoth Zau al-Makan, <|Q|>\"Glory to Him who quickeneth the bones, though they be rotten! Indeed, O my brother, thou hast not done good save to one worthy of it, and thou shalt presently gather its fruitage.\"<|Q|> And he added, \"But where am I now?\" \"Thou art in the city of Jerusalem,\" replied the Stoker; whereupon Zau al-Makan called to mind his strangerhood and remembered his separation from his sister and wept. Then he discovered his secret to the Fireman and told him his story and began repeating,\n\n\"In love they bore me further than my force would go, * And for them made me suffer resurrection-throe: Oh, have compassion, cruel! on this soul of mine * Which, since ye fared, is pitied by each envious foe; Nor grudge the tender mercy of one passing glance * My case to lighten, easing this excess of woe: Quoth I 'Heart, bear this loss in patience!' Patience cried * 'Take heed! no patience in such plight I'm wont to show.' \"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_18": "\"Are you coming?\" Mike challenged, with a hint of derision.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Chris suddenly, <|Q|>\"I'm coming. I'll ask for Jakey.\"<|Q|>\n\nMike's expression changed at once to one of triumph, but Chris was only partly encouraged.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_25": "\u201cFuneral to-morrow, likely?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, \u2019bout the middle of the day.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, it\u2019s all terrible sad; but we\u2019ve all got to go, one time or another. So what we want to do is to be prepared; then we\u2019re all right.\u201d", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_53": "\" And he stood up to her and beat her with a whip, saying, \"An thou hold not thy peace, I will kill thee!\" So she was silent awhile, then she called to mind her brother and the happy estate she had been in and she shed tears secretly. Next day, she turned to the Badawi and said to him, \"How couldst thou play me this trick and lure me into these bald and stony mountains, and what is thy design with me?\" When he heard her words he hardened his heart and said to her, <|Q|>\"O lazy baggage of ill omen and insolent! wilt thou bandy words with me?\"<|Q|> and he took the whip and came down with it on her back till she felt faint. Then she bowed down over his feet and kissed[FN#242] them; and he left beating her and began reviling her and said, \"By the rights of my bonnet,[FN#243] if I see or hear thee weeping, I will cut out thy tongue and stuff it up thy coynte, O thou city filth!\" So she was silent and made him no reply, for the beating pained her; but sat down with her arms round her knees and, bowing her head upon her collar, began to look into her case and her abasement after her lot of high honour; and the beating she had endured; and she called to mind her brother and his sickness and forlorn condition, and how they were both strangers in a far country, which drave her tears down her cheeks and she wept silently and began repeating,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_56": "\"Time hath for his wont to upraise and debase, * Nor is lasting condition for human race: In this world each thing hath appointed turn; * Nor may man transgress his determined place: How long these perils and woes? Ah woe * For a life, all woeful in parlous case! Allah bless not the days which have laid me low * I' the world, with disgrace after so much grace! My wish is baffled, my hopes cast down, * And distance forbids me to greet his face: O thou who passeth that dear one's door, * Say for me, these tears shall flow evermore!\"\n\nWhen she had finished her verses, the Badawi came up to her and, taking compassion on her, bespoke her kindly and wiped away her tears. Then he gave her a barley scone and said, <|Q|>\"I love not one who answereth at times when I am in wrath: so henceforth give me no more of these impertinent words and I will sell thee to a good man like myself, who will do well with thee, even as I have done.\"<|Q|> \"Yes; whatso thou doest is right,\" answered she; and when the night was longsome upon her and hunger burnt her, she ate very little of that barley bread. In the middle of the night the Badawi gave orders for departure, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-sixth Night,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_21": "Mike looked disdainful. \"Aw -- you're stalling!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Not any sucha thing. I'm going now.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"O.K. Let's see you.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_21": "\"In love they bore me further than my force would go, * And for them made me suffer resurrection-throe: Oh, have compassion, cruel! on this soul of mine * Which, since ye fared, is pitied by each envious foe; Nor grudge the tender mercy of one passing glance * My case to lighten, easing this excess of woe: Quoth I 'Heart, bear this loss in patience!' Patience cried * 'Take heed! no patience in such plight I'm wont to show.' \"\n\nThen he redoubled his weeping, and the Fireman said to him, \"Weep not, but rather praise Allah for safety and recovery.\" Asked Zau al-Makan, \"How far is it hence to Damascus?\" Answered the other, <|Q|>\"Six days' journey.\"<|Q|> Then quoth Zau al-Makan, \"Wilt thou send me thither?\" \"O my lord,\" quoth the Stoker, \"how can I allow thee to go alone, and thou a youth and a stranger to boot? If thou would journey to Damascus, I am one who will go with thee; and if my wife will listen to and obey me and accompany me, I will take up my abode there; for it is no light matter to part with thee.\" Then said he to his wife,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_25": "\"how can I allow thee to go alone, and thou a youth and a stranger to boot? If thou would journey to Damascus, I am one who will go with thee; and if my wife will listen to and obey me and accompany me, I will take up my abode there; for it is no light matter to part with thee.\" Then said he to his wife, \"Wilt thou travel with me to Damascus of Syria or wilt thou abide here, whilst I lead this my lord thither and return to thee? For he is bent upon going to Damascus of Syria and, by Allah, it is hard to me to part with him, and I fear for him from highway men.\" Replied she, <|Q|>\"I will go with you both;\"<|Q|> and he rejoined, \"Praised be Allah for accord, and we have said the last word!\" Then he rose and selling all his own goods and his wife's gear, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say,\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-fifth Night,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_27": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Fire man and his wife agreed with Zau al-Makan to travel with him Damascus wards. Then the Stoker sold his goods and his wife's gear and bought a camel and hired an ass for Zau al-Makan; and they set out, and ceased not wayfaring for six days till they reached Damascus. And they arrived there towards eventide; when the Fireman went forth and, as was his wont, bought some meat and drink. They had dwelt but five days in Damascus, when his wife sickened and, after a short illness, was translated to the mercy of Almighty Allah. Her death was a heavy matter to Zau al-Makan, for he was grown used to her as she had tended him assiduously; and the Fireman grieved for her with excessive grief. Presently the Prince turned to the Stoker and finding him mourning, said to him, <|Q|>\"Grieve not, for at this gate we must all go in.\"<|Q|> Replied he, \"Allah make weal thy lot, O my son! Surely He will compensate us with His favours and cause our mourning to cease. What sayst thou, O my son, about our walking abroad to view Damascus and cheer thy spirits?\" Replied Zau al-Makan, \"Thy will is mine.\" So the Fireman arose and placed his hand in that of Zau al- Makan and the two walked on till they came to the stables of the Viceroy of Damascus, where they found camels laden with chests and carpets and brocaded stuffs, and horses ready saddled and Bactrian dromedaries, while Mamelukes and negro slaves and folk in a hubbub were running to and fro. Quoth Zau al-Makan,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_28": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Fire man and his wife agreed with Zau al-Makan to travel with him Damascus wards. Then the Stoker sold his goods and his wife's gear and bought a camel and hired an ass for Zau al-Makan; and they set out, and ceased not wayfaring for six days till they reached Damascus. And they arrived there towards eventide; when the Fireman went forth and, as was his wont, bought some meat and drink. They had dwelt but five days in Damascus, when his wife sickened and, after a short illness, was translated to the mercy of Almighty Allah. Her death was a heavy matter to Zau al-Makan, for he was grown used to her as she had tended him assiduously; and the Fireman grieved for her with excessive grief. Presently the Prince turned to the Stoker and finding him mourning, said to him, \"Grieve not, for at this gate we must all go in.\" Replied he, <|Q|>\"Allah make weal thy lot, O my son! Surely He will compensate us with His favours and cause our mourning to cease. What sayst thou, O my son, about our walking abroad to view Damascus and cheer thy spirits?\"<|Q|> Replied Zau al-Makan, \"Thy will is mine.\" So the Fireman arose and placed his hand in that of Zau al- Makan and the two walked on till they came to the stables of the Viceroy of Damascus, where they found camels laden with chests and carpets and brocaded stuffs, and horses ready saddled and Bactrian dromedaries, while Mamelukes and negro slaves and folk in a hubbub were running to and fro. Quoth Zau al-Makan,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_26": "\"how can I allow thee to go alone, and thou a youth and a stranger to boot? If thou would journey to Damascus, I am one who will go with thee; and if my wife will listen to and obey me and accompany me, I will take up my abode there; for it is no light matter to part with thee.\" Then said he to his wife, \"Wilt thou travel with me to Damascus of Syria or wilt thou abide here, whilst I lead this my lord thither and return to thee? For he is bent upon going to Damascus of Syria and, by Allah, it is hard to me to part with him, and I fear for him from highway men.\" Replied she, \"I will go with you both;\" and he rejoined, <|Q|>\"Praised be Allah for accord, and we have said the last word!\"<|Q|> Then he rose and selling all his own goods and his wife's gear, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say,\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-fifth Night,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_29": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Fire man and his wife agreed with Zau al-Makan to travel with him Damascus wards. Then the Stoker sold his goods and his wife's gear and bought a camel and hired an ass for Zau al-Makan; and they set out, and ceased not wayfaring for six days till they reached Damascus. And they arrived there towards eventide; when the Fireman went forth and, as was his wont, bought some meat and drink. They had dwelt but five days in Damascus, when his wife sickened and, after a short illness, was translated to the mercy of Almighty Allah. Her death was a heavy matter to Zau al-Makan, for he was grown used to her as she had tended him assiduously; and the Fireman grieved for her with excessive grief. Presently the Prince turned to the Stoker and finding him mourning, said to him, \"Grieve not, for at this gate we must all go in.\" Replied he, \"Allah make weal thy lot, O my son! Surely He will compensate us with His favours and cause our mourning to cease. What sayst thou, O my son, about our walking abroad to view Damascus and cheer thy spirits?\" Replied Zau al-Makan, <|Q|>\"Thy will is mine.\"<|Q|> So the Fireman arose and placed his hand in that of Zau al- Makan and the two walked on till they came to the stables of the Viceroy of Damascus, where they found camels laden with chests and carpets and brocaded stuffs, and horses ready saddled and Bactrian dromedaries, while Mamelukes and negro slaves and folk in a hubbub were running to and fro. Quoth Zau al-Makan, \"I wonder to whom belong all these chattels and camels and stuffs", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_30": "\"Thy will is mine.\" So the Fireman arose and placed his hand in that of Zau al- Makan and the two walked on till they came to the stables of the Viceroy of Damascus, where they found camels laden with chests and carpets and brocaded stuffs, and horses ready saddled and Bactrian dromedaries, while Mamelukes and negro slaves and folk in a hubbub were running to and fro. Quoth Zau al-Makan, <|Q|>\"I wonder to whom belong all these chattels and camels and stuffs!\"<|Q|> So he asked one of the eunuchs, \"Whither this dispatching?'' and he answered, \"These are presents sent by the Emir of Damascus to King Omar bin al-Nu'uman, with the tribute of Syria.\" Now when Zau al-Makan heard his father's name his eyes brimmed over with tears, and he began repeating,\n\n\"Oh ye gone from the gaze of these ridded eyne, * Ye whose sight in my spirit shall ever dwell! Your charms are gone, but this heart of me * Hath no sweet, and no pleasures its sour dispel; If Allah's grace make us meet again, * In long drawn love-tale my love I'll tell.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_32": "\"Oh ye gone from the gaze of these ridded eyne, * Ye whose sight in my spirit shall ever dwell! Your charms are gone, but this heart of me * Hath no sweet, and no pleasures its sour dispel; If Allah's grace make us meet again, * In long drawn love-tale my love I'll tell.\"\n\nAnd when he had ended his verse, he wept and the Fireman said to him, <|Q|>\"O my son, we hardly believed that thy health had returned;[FN#238] so take heart and do not weep, for I fear a relapse for thee.\"<|Q|> And he ceased not comforting and cheering him, whilst Zau al-Makan sighed and moaned over his strangerhood and separation from his sister and his family; and tears streamed from his eyes and he recited these couplets,\n\n\"Get thee provaunt in this world ere thou wend upon thy way, * And know how surely Death descends thy life lot to waylay: All thy worldly goods are pride and the painfullest repine; * All thy worldly life is vexing, of thy soul in vain display: Say is not worldly wone like a wanderer's place of rest, * Where at night he 'nakhs'[FN#239] his camels and moves off at dawn of day?\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_34": "\"Get thee provaunt in this world ere thou wend upon thy way, * And know how surely Death descends thy life lot to waylay: All thy worldly goods are pride and the painfullest repine; * All thy worldly life is vexing, of thy soul in vain display: Say is not worldly wone like a wanderer's place of rest, * Where at night he 'nakhs'[FN#239] his camels and moves off at dawn of day?\"\n\nAnd he continued to weep and wail over his separation; whilst the Fireman also bewept the loss of his wife, yet ceased not to comfort Zau al-Makan till morning dawned. When the sun rose, he said to him, <|Q|>\"Meseemeth thou yearnest for thy native land?\"<|Q|> \"Yes,\" replied Zau al-Makan, \"and I can no longer tarry here; so I will commend thee to Allah's care and set out with these folk and journey with them, little by little, till I come to my mother land.\" Said the Stoker, \"And I with thee; for of a truth I cannot bear to part with thee. I have done thee kindly service and I mean to complete it by tending thee on thy travel.\" At this, Zau al-Makan rejoiced and said,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_35": "\"Get thee provaunt in this world ere thou wend upon thy way, * And know how surely Death descends thy life lot to waylay: All thy worldly goods are pride and the painfullest repine; * All thy worldly life is vexing, of thy soul in vain display: Say is not worldly wone like a wanderer's place of rest, * Where at night he 'nakhs'[FN#239] his camels and moves off at dawn of day?\"\n\nAnd he continued to weep and wail over his separation; whilst the Fireman also bewept the loss of his wife, yet ceased not to comfort Zau al-Makan till morning dawned. When the sun rose, he said to him, \"Meseemeth thou yearnest for thy native land?\" \"Yes,\" replied Zau al-Makan, <|Q|>\"and I can no longer tarry here; so I will commend thee to Allah's care and set out with these folk and journey with them, little by little, till I come to my mother land.\"<|Q|> Said the Stoker, \"And I with thee; for of a truth I cannot bear to part with thee. I have done thee kindly service and I mean to complete it by tending thee on thy travel.\" At this, Zau al-Makan rejoiced and said, \"Allah abundantly requite thee for me!\" and was pleased with the idea of their travelling together. The Fireman at once went forth and bought another ass, selling the camel; and laid in his provaunt and said to Zau al-Makan,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_36": "And he continued to weep and wail over his separation; whilst the Fireman also bewept the loss of his wife, yet ceased not to comfort Zau al-Makan till morning dawned. When the sun rose, he said to him, \"Meseemeth thou yearnest for thy native land?\" \"Yes,\" replied Zau al-Makan, \"and I can no longer tarry here; so I will commend thee to Allah's care and set out with these folk and journey with them, little by little, till I come to my mother land.\" Said the Stoker, <|Q|>\"And I with thee; for of a truth I cannot bear to part with thee. I have done thee kindly service and I mean to complete it by tending thee on thy travel.\"<|Q|> At this, Zau al-Makan rejoiced and said, \"Allah abundantly requite thee for me!\" and was pleased with the idea of their travelling together. The Fireman at once went forth and bought another ass, selling the camel; and laid in his provaunt and said to Zau al-Makan, \"This is for thee to ride by the way; and, when thou art weary of riding, thou canst dismount and walk.\" Said Zau al-Makan,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_37": "\" \"Yes,\" replied Zau al-Makan, \"and I can no longer tarry here; so I will commend thee to Allah's care and set out with these folk and journey with them, little by little, till I come to my mother land.\" Said the Stoker, \"And I with thee; for of a truth I cannot bear to part with thee. I have done thee kindly service and I mean to complete it by tending thee on thy travel.\" At this, Zau al-Makan rejoiced and said, <|Q|>\"Allah abundantly requite thee for me!\"<|Q|> and was pleased with the idea of their travelling together. The Fireman at once went forth and bought another ass, selling the camel; and laid in his provaunt and said to Zau al-Makan, \"This is for thee to ride by the way; and, when thou art weary of riding, thou canst dismount and walk.\" Said Zau al-Makan, \"May Allah bless thee and aid me to requite thee! for verily thou hast dealt with me more lovingly than one with his brother", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_38": "\"And I with thee; for of a truth I cannot bear to part with thee. I have done thee kindly service and I mean to complete it by tending thee on thy travel.\" At this, Zau al-Makan rejoiced and said, \"Allah abundantly requite thee for me!\" and was pleased with the idea of their travelling together. The Fireman at once went forth and bought another ass, selling the camel; and laid in his provaunt and said to Zau al-Makan, <|Q|>\"This is for thee to ride by the way; and, when thou art weary of riding, thou canst dismount and walk.\"<|Q|> Said Zau al-Makan, \"May Allah bless thee and aid me to requite thee! for verily thou hast dealt with me more lovingly than one with his brother.\" Then he waited till it was dark night, when he laid the provisions and baggage on that ass and set forth upon their journey. This much befel Zau al-Makan and the Fireman; but as regards what happened to his sister Nuzhat al-Zaman, when she left her brother in the Khan where they abode and, wrapped in the old camlet, went out to seek service with some one, that she might earn wherewithal to buy him the roast meat he longed for, she fared on, weeping and knowing not whither to go, whilst her mind was occupied with thoughts of her brother and of her family and her native land. So she implored Allah Almighty to do away with these calamities from them; and began versifying,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_39": "\" At this, Zau al-Makan rejoiced and said, \"Allah abundantly requite thee for me!\" and was pleased with the idea of their travelling together. The Fireman at once went forth and bought another ass, selling the camel; and laid in his provaunt and said to Zau al-Makan, \"This is for thee to ride by the way; and, when thou art weary of riding, thou canst dismount and walk.\" Said Zau al-Makan, <|Q|>\"May Allah bless thee and aid me to requite thee! for verily thou hast dealt with me more lovingly than one with his brother.\"<|Q|> Then he waited till it was dark night, when he laid the provisions and baggage on that ass and set forth upon their journey. This much befel Zau al-Makan and the Fireman; but as regards what happened to his sister Nuzhat al-Zaman, when she left her brother in the Khan where they abode and, wrapped in the old camlet, went out to seek service with some one, that she might earn wherewithal to buy him the roast meat he longed for, she fared on, weeping and knowing not whither to go, whilst her mind was occupied with thoughts of her brother and of her family and her native land. So she implored Allah Almighty to do away with these calamities from them; and began versifying,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_40": "\"Dark falls the night and Passion comes sore pains to gar me dree, * And pine upstirs those ceaseless pangs which work my tormentry, And cease not separation flames my vitals to consume, * And drives me on destruction way this sorrow's ecstacy And longing breeds me restlessness; desire for ever fires, * And tears to all proclaim what I would keep in secrecy No cunning shift is known to me a meeting to secure, * That I may quit this sickly state, may cure my malady: The love which blazeth in my heart is fed with fancy fuel, * The lover from its hell of fire must bear Hell's agony![FN#240] O thou who blamest me for all befel me, 'tis enough, * Patient I bear what ever wrote the Reed of Doom for me: By Love I swear I'll never be consoled, no, never more; * I swear the oath of Love's own slaves who know no perjury: O Night, to chroniclers of Love the news of me declare; * That sleep hath fed mine eyelids of thy knowledge witness bear!\"\n\nThen she walked on, weeping and turning right and left as she went, when behold, there espied her an old Badawi[FN#241] who had come into the town from the desert with wild Arabs other five. The old man took note of her and saw that she was lovely, but she had nothing on her head save a piece of camlet, and, marvelling at her beauty, he said to himself, <|Q|>\"This charmer dazzleth men's wits but she is in squalid condition, and whether she be of the people of this city or she be a stranger, I needs must have her.\"<|Q|> So he followed her, little by little, till he met her face to face and stopped the way before her in a narrow lane, and called out to her, asking her case, and said, \"Tell me, O my little daughter! art thou a free woman or a slave?\" When she heard this, she said to him, \"By thy life, do not add to my sorrows!\" Quoth he, \"Allah hath blessed me with six daughters, of whom five died and only one is left me, the youngest of all; and I came to ask thee if thou be of the folk of this city or a stranger; that I might take thee and carry thee to her, to bear her company so as to divert her from pining for her sisters. If thou have no kith and kin, I will make thee as one of them; and thou and she shall be as my two children", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_41": "Then she walked on, weeping and turning right and left as she went, when behold, there espied her an old Badawi[FN#241] who had come into the town from the desert with wild Arabs other five. The old man took note of her and saw that she was lovely, but she had nothing on her head save a piece of camlet, and, marvelling at her beauty, he said to himself, \"This charmer dazzleth men's wits but she is in squalid condition, and whether she be of the people of this city or she be a stranger, I needs must have her.\" So he followed her, little by little, till he met her face to face and stopped the way before her in a narrow lane, and called out to her, asking her case, and said, <|Q|>\"Tell me, O my little daughter! art thou a free woman or a slave?\"<|Q|> When she heard this, she said to him, \"By thy life, do not add to my sorrows!\" Quoth he, \"Allah hath blessed me with six daughters, of whom five died and only one is left me, the youngest of all; and I came to ask thee if thou be of the folk of this city or a stranger; that I might take thee and carry thee to her, to bear her company so as to divert her from pining for her sisters. If thou have no kith and kin, I will make thee as one of them; and thou and she shall be as my two children", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_42": "\"This charmer dazzleth men's wits but she is in squalid condition, and whether she be of the people of this city or she be a stranger, I needs must have her.\" So he followed her, little by little, till he met her face to face and stopped the way before her in a narrow lane, and called out to her, asking her case, and said, \"Tell me, O my little daughter! art thou a free woman or a slave?\" When she heard this, she said to him, <|Q|>\"By thy life, do not add to my sorrows!\"<|Q|> Quoth he, \"Allah hath blessed me with six daughters, of whom five died and only one is left me, the youngest of all; and I came to ask thee if thou be of the folk of this city or a stranger; that I might take thee and carry thee to her, to bear her company so as to divert her from pining for her sisters. If thou have no kith and kin, I will make thee as one of them; and thou and she shall be as my two children", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_44": "\"Allah hath blessed me with six daughters, of whom five died and only one is left me, the youngest of all; and I came to ask thee if thou be of the folk of this city or a stranger; that I might take thee and carry thee to her, to bear her company so as to divert her from pining for her sisters. If thou have no kith and kin, I will make thee as one of them; and thou and she shall be as my two children.\" Nuzhat al-Zaman bowed her head in bashfulness when she heard what he said and communed with herself, <|Q|>\"Haply I may trust myself to this old man.\"<|Q|> Then she said to him, \"O nuncle, I am a maiden of the Arabs and a stranger and I have a sick brother; but I will go with thee to thy daughter on one condition, which is, that I may spend only the day with her and at night may return to my brother. If thou strike this bargain I will fare with thee, for I am a stranger and I was high in honour among my tribe, and I awoke one morning to find myself vile and abject. I came with my brother from the land of Al-Hijaz and I fearless he know not where I am", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_46": "\"O nuncle, I am a maiden of the Arabs and a stranger and I have a sick brother; but I will go with thee to thy daughter on one condition, which is, that I may spend only the day with her and at night may return to my brother. If thou strike this bargain I will fare with thee, for I am a stranger and I was high in honour among my tribe, and I awoke one morning to find myself vile and abject. I came with my brother from the land of Al-Hijaz and I fearless he know not where I am.\" When the Badawi heard this, he said to himself, <|Q|>\"By Allah, I have got my desire!\"<|Q|> Then he turned to her and replied, \"There shall none be dearer to me than thou; I wish thee only to bear my daughter company by day and thou shalt go to thy brother at earliest nightfall. Or, if thou wilt, bring him over to dwell with us.\" And the Badawi ceased not to console her heart and coax her, till she trusted in him and agreed to serve him. Then he walked on before her and, when she followed him, he winked to his men to go in advance and harness the dromedaries and load them with their packs and place upon them water and provisions, ready for setting out as soon as he should come up with the camels. Now this Badawi was a base born churl, a highway thief and a traitor to the friend he held most fief, a rogue in grain, past master of plots and chicane. He had no daughter and no son and was only passing through the town when, by the decree of the Decreer, he fell in with this unhappy one. And he ceased not to hold her in converse on the highway till they came without the city of Jerusalem and, when outside, he joined his companions and found they had made ready the dromedaries. So the Badawi mounted a camel, having seated Nuzhat al-Zaman behind him and they rode on all night. Then she knew that the Badawi's proposal was a snare and that he had tricked her; and she continued weeping and crying out the whole night long, while they journeyed on making for the mountains, in fear any should see them. Now when it was near dawn, they dismounted from their dromedaries and the Badawi came up to Nuzhat al-Zaman and said to her,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_48": "\" And the Badawi ceased not to console her heart and coax her, till she trusted in him and agreed to serve him. Then he walked on before her and, when she followed him, he winked to his men to go in advance and harness the dromedaries and load them with their packs and place upon them water and provisions, ready for setting out as soon as he should come up with the camels. Now this Badawi was a base born churl, a highway thief and a traitor to the friend he held most fief, a rogue in grain, past master of plots and chicane. He had no daughter and no son and was only passing through the town when, by the decree of the Decreer, he fell in with this unhappy one. And he ceased not to hold her in converse on the highway till they came without the city of Jerusalem and, when outside, he joined his companions and found they had made ready the dromedaries. So the Badawi mounted a camel, having seated Nuzhat al-Zaman behind him and they rode on all night. Then she knew that the Badawi's proposal was a snare and that he had tricked her; and she continued weeping and crying out the whole night long, while they journeyed on making for the mountains, in fear any should see them. Now when it was near dawn, they dismounted from their dromedaries and the Badawi came up to Nuzhat al-Zaman and said to her, <|Q|>\"O city strumpet, what is this weeping? By Allah, an thou hold not thy peace, I will beat thee to death, O thou town filth!\"<|Q|> When she heard this she loathed life and longed for death; so she turned to him and said, \"O accursed old man, O gray beard of hell, how have I trusted thee and thou hast played me false, and now thou wouldst torture me?\" When he heard her reply he cried out, \"O lazy baggage, dost thou dare to bandy words with me?\" And he stood up to her and beat her with a whip, saying, \"An thou hold not thy peace, I will kill thee", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_47": "\"O nuncle, I am a maiden of the Arabs and a stranger and I have a sick brother; but I will go with thee to thy daughter on one condition, which is, that I may spend only the day with her and at night may return to my brother. If thou strike this bargain I will fare with thee, for I am a stranger and I was high in honour among my tribe, and I awoke one morning to find myself vile and abject. I came with my brother from the land of Al-Hijaz and I fearless he know not where I am.\" When the Badawi heard this, he said to himself, \"By Allah, I have got my desire!\" Then he turned to her and replied, <|Q|>\"There shall none be dearer to me than thou; I wish thee only to bear my daughter company by day and thou shalt go to thy brother at earliest nightfall. Or, if thou wilt, bring him over to dwell with us.\"<|Q|> And the Badawi ceased not to console her heart and coax her, till she trusted in him and agreed to serve him. Then he walked on before her and, when she followed him, he winked to his men to go in advance and harness the dromedaries and load them with their packs and place upon them water and provisions, ready for setting out as soon as he should come up with the camels. Now this Badawi was a base born churl, a highway thief and a traitor to the friend he held most fief, a rogue in grain, past master of plots and chicane. He had no daughter and no son and was only passing through the town when, by the decree of the Decreer, he fell in with this unhappy one. And he ceased not to hold her in converse on the highway till they came without the city of Jerusalem and, when outside, he joined his companions and found they had made ready the dromedaries. So the Badawi mounted a camel, having seated Nuzhat al-Zaman behind him and they rode on all night. Then she knew that the Badawi's proposal was a snare and that he had tricked her; and she continued weeping and crying out the whole night long, while they journeyed on making for the mountains, in fear any should see them. Now when it was near dawn, they dismounted from their dromedaries and the Badawi came up to Nuzhat al-Zaman and said to her,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_50": "\"O city strumpet, what is this weeping? By Allah, an thou hold not thy peace, I will beat thee to death, O thou town filth!\" When she heard this she loathed life and longed for death; so she turned to him and said, \"O accursed old man, O gray beard of hell, how have I trusted thee and thou hast played me false, and now thou wouldst torture me?\" When he heard her reply he cried out, <|Q|>\"O lazy baggage, dost thou dare to bandy words with me?\"<|Q|> And he stood up to her and beat her with a whip, saying, \"An thou hold not thy peace, I will kill thee!\" So she was silent awhile, then she called to mind her brother and the happy estate she had been in and she shed tears secretly. Next day, she turned to the Badawi and said to him, \"How couldst thou play me this trick and lure me into these bald and stony mountains, and what is thy design with me?\" When he heard her words he hardened his heart and said to her,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_15": "\" Then the bathman proceeded to shave Zau al-Makan's head, after which he and the Stoker washed themselves and returned to the house, where he clad Zau al-Makan in a shirt of fine stuff and a robe of his own; and gave him a handsome turband and girdle and a light kerchief which he wound about his neck. Meanwhile the Fireman's wife had killed and cooked two chickens; so, as soon as Zau al-Makan entered and seated himself on the carpet, the husband arose and, dissolving sugar in willow-flower water, made him drink of it. Then he brought the food-tray and, cutting up the chickens, fed him with the flesh and gave him the broth to drink till he was satisfied; when he washed his hands and praised Allah for recovery, and said to the Fireman, \"Thou art he whom the Almighty vouchsafed to me and made the cause of my cure!\" \"Leave this talk,\" replied the other, \"and tell us the cause of thy coming to this city and whence thou art. Thy face showeth signs of gentle breeding.\" \"Tell me first how thou camest to fall in with me,\" said Zau al-Makan; \"and after I will tell thee my story.\" Rejoined the Fireman, <|Q|>\"As for that, I found thee lying on the rubbish-heap by the door of the fire-house, as I went to my work near the morning, and knew not who had thrown thee there. So I carried thee home with me; and this is all my tale.\"<|Q|> Quoth Zau al-Makan, \"Glory to Him who quickeneth the bones, though they be rotten! Indeed, O my brother, thou hast not done good save to one worthy of it, and thou shalt presently gather its fruitage.\" And he added, \"But where am I now?\" \"Thou art in the city of Jerusalem,\" replied the Stoker; whereupon Zau al-Makan called to mind his strangerhood and remembered his separation from his sister and wept. Then he discovered his secret to the Fireman and told him his story and began repeating,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_51": "\"O city strumpet, what is this weeping? By Allah, an thou hold not thy peace, I will beat thee to death, O thou town filth!\" When she heard this she loathed life and longed for death; so she turned to him and said, \"O accursed old man, O gray beard of hell, how have I trusted thee and thou hast played me false, and now thou wouldst torture me?\" When he heard her reply he cried out, \"O lazy baggage, dost thou dare to bandy words with me?\" And he stood up to her and beat her with a whip, saying, <|Q|>\"An thou hold not thy peace, I will kill thee!\"<|Q|> So she was silent awhile, then she called to mind her brother and the happy estate she had been in and she shed tears secretly. Next day, she turned to the Badawi and said to him, \"How couldst thou play me this trick and lure me into these bald and stony mountains, and what is thy design with me?\" When he heard her words he hardened his heart and said to her, \"O lazy baggage of ill omen and insolent! wilt thou bandy words with me", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_24": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.\n\n\u201cAh, what\u2019s this!\u201d exclaimed Cosette as she entered, <|Q|>\u201cno chairs! Where are the armchairs?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThey are no longer here,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_19": "\"In love they bore me further than my force would go, * And for them made me suffer resurrection-throe: Oh, have compassion, cruel! on this soul of mine * Which, since ye fared, is pitied by each envious foe; Nor grudge the tender mercy of one passing glance * My case to lighten, easing this excess of woe: Quoth I 'Heart, bear this loss in patience!' Patience cried * 'Take heed! no patience in such plight I'm wont to show.' \"\n\nThen he redoubled his weeping, and the Fireman said to him, <|Q|>\"Weep not, but rather praise Allah for safety and recovery.\"<|Q|> Asked Zau al-Makan, \"How far is it hence to Damascus?\" Answered the other, \"Six days' journey.\" Then quoth Zau al-Makan, \"Wilt thou send me thither?\" \"O my lord,\" quoth the Stoker, \"how can I allow thee to go alone, and thou a youth and a stranger to boot? If thou would journey to Damascus, I am one who will go with thee; and if my wife will listen to and obey me and accompany me, I will take up my abode there; for it is no light matter to part with thee", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_54": "\"How couldst thou play me this trick and lure me into these bald and stony mountains, and what is thy design with me?\" When he heard her words he hardened his heart and said to her, \"O lazy baggage of ill omen and insolent! wilt thou bandy words with me?\" and he took the whip and came down with it on her back till she felt faint. Then she bowed down over his feet and kissed[FN#242] them; and he left beating her and began reviling her and said, <|Q|>\"By the rights of my bonnet,[FN#243] if I see or hear thee weeping, I will cut out thy tongue and stuff it up thy coynte, O thou city filth!\"<|Q|> So she was silent and made him no reply, for the beating pained her; but sat down with her arms round her knees and, bowing her head upon her collar, began to look into her case and her abasement after her lot of high honour; and the beating she had endured; and she called to mind her brother and his sickness and forlorn condition, and how they were both strangers in a far country, which drave her tears down her cheeks and she wept silently and began repeating,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_02_dawson_64kb_24": "\"Hi!\" Chris called, indignant. \"You said you were coming with me!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Well, I was,\"<|Q|> Mike howled back, \"but I just remembered. My mother told me to bring her some stuff from the Safeway. I'll run all the way and come back and meet you.\"\n\n\"Aw shucks!\" Chris kicked at a nonexistent pebble and scowled. But a chore was a chore, and was never worth discussion.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_57": "\"Time hath for his wont to upraise and debase, * Nor is lasting condition for human race: In this world each thing hath appointed turn; * Nor may man transgress his determined place: How long these perils and woes? Ah woe * For a life, all woeful in parlous case! Allah bless not the days which have laid me low * I' the world, with disgrace after so much grace! My wish is baffled, my hopes cast down, * And distance forbids me to greet his face: O thou who passeth that dear one's door, * Say for me, these tears shall flow evermore!\"\n\nWhen she had finished her verses, the Badawi came up to her and, taking compassion on her, bespoke her kindly and wiped away her tears. Then he gave her a barley scone and said, \"I love not one who answereth at times when I am in wrath: so henceforth give me no more of these impertinent words and I will sell thee to a good man like myself, who will do well with thee, even as I have done.\" <|Q|>\"Yes; whatso thou doest is right,\"<|Q|> answered she; and when the night was longsome upon her and hunger burnt her, she ate very little of that barley bread. In the middle of the night the Badawi gave orders for departure, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-sixth Night,", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_1": "\u201d \u2014 And away they flitted, like two swallows towards the spring. This garden of the Rue Plumet produced on them the effect of the dawn. They already had behind them in life something which was like the springtime of their love. The house in the Rue Plumet being held on a lease, still belonged to Cosette. They went to that garden and that house. There they found themselves again, there they forgot themselves. That evening, at the usual hour, Jean Valjean came to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire. \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cMadame went out with Monsieur and has not yet returned,\u201d<|Q|> Basque said to him. He seated himself in silence, and waited an hour. Cosette did not return. He departed with drooping head.\n\nCosette was so intoxicated with her walk to \u201ctheir garden,\u201d and so joyous at having \u201clived a whole day in her past,\u201d that she talked of nothing else on the morrow. She did not notice that she had not seen Jean Valjean.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_0": "One afternoon, \u2014 it was on one of those early days in April, already warm and fresh, the moment of the sun\u2019s great gayety, the gardens which surrounded the windows of Marius and Cosette felt the emotion of waking, the hawthorn was on the point of budding, a jewelled garniture of gillyflowers spread over the ancient walls, snapdragons yawned through the crevices of the stones, amid the grass there was a charming beginning of daisies, and buttercups, the white butterflies of the year were making their first appearance, the wind, that minstrel of the eternal wedding, was trying in the trees the first notes of that grand, auroral symphony which the old poets called the springtide, \u2014 Marius said to Cosette: \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cWe said that we would go back to take a look at our garden in the Rue Plumet. Let us go thither. We must not be ungrateful.\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 And away they flitted, like two swallows towards the spring. This garden of the Rue Plumet produced on them the effect of the dawn. They already had behind them in life something which was like the springtime of their love. The house in the Rue Plumet being held on a lease, still belonged to Cosette. They went to that garden and that house. There they found themselves again, there they forgot themselves. That evening, at the usual hour, Jean Valjean came to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire. \u2014", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_3": "Cosette was so intoxicated with her walk to \u201ctheir garden,\u201d and so joyous at having \u201clived a whole day in her past,\u201d that she talked of nothing else on the morrow. She did not notice that she had not seen Jean Valjean.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIn what way did you go thither?\u201d<|Q|> Jean Valjean asked her.\u201d\n\n\u201cOn foot.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_32": "\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWe expect no one.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nJean Valjean had not another word to say.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_33": "Cosette shrugged her shoulders.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. How odd you are!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAdieu!\u201d murmured Jean Valjean.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_5": "\u201cAnd how did you return?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIn a hackney carriage.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nFor some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the young people. He was troubled by it. Marius\u2019 economy was severe, and that word had its absolute meaning for Jean Valjean. He hazarded a query:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_6": "For some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the young people. He was troubled by it. Marius\u2019 economy was severe, and that word had its absolute meaning for Jean Valjean. He hazarded a query:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy do you not have a carriage of your own? A pretty coup\u00e9 would only cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d replied Cosette.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_36": "On the following day he did not come. Cosette only observed the fact in the evening.\n\n\u201cWhy,\u201d said she, <|Q|>\u201cMonsieur Jean has not been here today.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd she felt a slight twinge at her heart, but she hardly perceived it, being immediately diverted by a kiss from Marius.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_35": "\u201cAdieu!\u201d murmured Jean Valjean.\n\nHe did not say: \u201cAdieu, Cosette.\u201d But he had not the strength to say: <|Q|>\u201cAdieu, Madame.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe went away utterly overwhelmed.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_9": "\u201cIt is like Toussaint,\u201d resumed Jean Valjean. \u201cShe is gone. You have not replaced her. Why?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNicolette suffices.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut you ought to have a maid.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_10": "\u201cNicolette suffices.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut you ought to have a maid.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHave I not Marius?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_11": "\u201cBut you ought to have a maid.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHave I not Marius?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou ought to have a house of your own, your own servants, a carriage, a box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by your riches? Wealth adds to happiness.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_2": "\"Special pass to leave at this hour,\" the guard there reminded him. \"Of course, if it's urgent, pal...\"\n\nGordon was in no mood to try bribes. He let his hand drop to the gun. <|Q|>\"Police Sergeant Gordon, on official business,\"<|Q|> he said curtly. \"Get the hell out of my way.\"\n\nThe guard thought it over, and reached for the release. Gordon swung back as he passed through. \"And you'd better be ready to open when I come back.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_5": "Then a pounding sound came from the second floor, and Gordon drew back into the denser shadows, staring upwards. A heavy voice picked up the exchange of shouts.\n\n<|Q|>\"You, Sheila, you come outa there! You come right out or I'm gonna blast that there door down. You open up.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon was already moving up the stairs when a second voice reached him, and this one was familiar. \"Jurgens don't want you; all he wants is this place -- we got use for it. It don't belong to you, anyhow! Come out now, and we'll let you go peaceful. Or stay in there and we'll blast you out -- in pieces.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_14": "Was there, then, any truth in that comparison of the chrysalis which had presented itself to the mind of Marius? Was Jean Valjean really a chrysalis who would persist, and who would come to visit his butterfly?\n\nOne day he remained still longer than usual. On the following day he observed that there was no fire on the hearth. \u2014 \u201cHello!\u201d he thought. \u201cNo fire.\u201d \u2014 And he furnished the explanation for himself. \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cIt is perfectly simple. It is April. The cold weather has ceased.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHeavens! how cold it is here!\u201d exclaimed Cosette when she entered.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_7": "It was the voice of Jurgens' henchman who had called on Mother Corey before elections. The thick voice must belong to the big ape who'd been with him.\n\n\"Come on out,\" the little man cried again. <|Q|>\"You don't have a chance. We've already chased all your boarders out!\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon tried to remember which steps had creaked the worst, but he wasn't too worried, if there were only two of them. Then his head projected above the top step, and he hesitated. Only the rat and the ape were standing near a heavy, closed door. But four others were lounging in the background. He lifted his foot to put it back down to a lower step, just as Sheila's muffled voice shrilled out a fog of profanity. He grinned, and then saw that he'd lifted his foot to a higher step.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_16": "\u201cWhy, no,\u201d said Jean Valjean.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWas it you who told Basque not to make a fire then?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, since we are now in the month of May.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_17": "\u201cWas it you who told Basque not to make a fire then?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, since we are now in the month of May.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut we have a fire until June. One is needed all the year in this cellar.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_18": "\u201cYes, since we are now in the month of May.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut we have a fire until June. One is needed all the year in this cellar.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI thought that a fire was unnecessary.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_19": "\u201cBut we have a fire until June. One is needed all the year in this cellar.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI thought that a fire was unnecessary.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat is exactly like one of your ideas!\u201d retorted Cosette.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_12": "\"Wait a minute. I've got this nailed shut.\" There was the sound of an effort of some kind going on as she talked. \"Though I ought to let you stay out there and rot. Damn it ... uh!\"\n\nThe door heaved open then, and she appeared in it; then she saw him, and her jaw dropped open slackly. <|Q|>\"You!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Me,\" he agreed. \"And lucky for you, Cuddles.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_21": "This fire lighted once more encouraged him, however. He prolonged the conversation even beyond its customary limits. As he rose to take his leave, Cosette said to him:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy husband said a queer thing to me yesterday.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat was it?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_23": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh, what\u2019s this!\u201d<|Q|> exclaimed Cosette as she entered, \u201cno chairs! Where are the armchairs?\u201d\n\n\u201cThey are no longer here,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_19_burton_64kb_52": "\"O accursed old man, O gray beard of hell, how have I trusted thee and thou hast played me false, and now thou wouldst torture me?\" When he heard her reply he cried out, \"O lazy baggage, dost thou dare to bandy words with me?\" And he stood up to her and beat her with a whip, saying, \"An thou hold not thy peace, I will kill thee!\" So she was silent awhile, then she called to mind her brother and the happy estate she had been in and she shed tears secretly. Next day, she turned to the Badawi and said to him, <|Q|>\"How couldst thou play me this trick and lure me into these bald and stony mountains, and what is thy design with me?\"<|Q|> When he heard her words he hardened his heart and said to her, \"O lazy baggage of ill omen and insolent! wilt thou bandy words with me?\" and he took the whip and came down with it on her back till she felt faint. Then she bowed down over his feet and kissed[FN#242] them; and he left beating her and began reviling her and said, \"By the rights of my bonnet,[FN#243] if I see or hear thee weeping, I will cut out thy tongue and stuff it up thy coynte, O thou city filth", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_25": "\u201cAh, what\u2019s this!\u201d exclaimed Cosette as she entered, \u201cno chairs! Where are the armchairs?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThey are no longer here,\u201d<|Q|> replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThis is too much!\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_27": "Jean Valjean stammered:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt was I who told Basque to remove them.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd your reason?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_18": "He caught her feet in his hands and yanked her back. There was nothing phony this time as she hit the floor.\n\n\"Just a matter of co-ordination, Cuddles,\" he told her. <|Q|>\"Little girls shouldn't play with knives; they'll grow up to be old maids that way.\"<|Q|>\n\nFury blackened her face, but she still couldn't function. He picked her up and tossed her back into the room. From the broken mattress on the bed, he dug out a coil of wire and bound her hands and feet with it.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_26": "\u201cThey are no longer here,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThis is too much!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nJean Valjean stammered:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_30": "\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_20": "Fury blackened her face, but she still couldn't function. He picked her up and tossed her back into the room. From the broken mattress on the bed, he dug out a coil of wire and bound her hands and feet with it.\n\n\"Can't say I think much of your choice of companions these days,\" he commented, looking toward the bed where O'Neill was cowering. <|Q|>\"It looks as if your grandfather picks them better for you.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You filthy-minded hog! D'you think I'd -- I'd -- One room in the place with a decent door, and you can't see why I'd choose that room to keep Jurgens' devils back. You -- You -- \"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_31": "\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWe expect no one.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_2": "\u201d \u2014 And away they flitted, like two swallows towards the spring. This garden of the Rue Plumet produced on them the effect of the dawn. They already had behind them in life something which was like the springtime of their love. The house in the Rue Plumet being held on a lease, still belonged to Cosette. They went to that garden and that house. There they found themselves again, there they forgot themselves. That evening, at the usual hour, Jean Valjean came to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire. \u2014 \u201cMadame went out with Monsieur and has not yet returned,\u201d Basque said to him. He seated himself in silence, and waited an hour. Cosette did not return. He departed with drooping head.\n\nCosette was so intoxicated with her walk to \u201ctheir garden,\u201d and so joyous at having <|Q|>\u201clived a whole day in her past,\u201d<|Q|> that she talked of nothing else on the morrow. She did not notice that she had not seen Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cIn what way did you go thither?\u201d Jean Valjean asked her.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_24": "\"Thanks for coming. What's it going to cost me?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Wouldn't be honest to charge unless you asked me to convoy you, gov'nor. And if you're looking for the vixen's room, it's where you bunked before. I got around after I spotted you here.\"<|Q|>\n\nSheila Corey forced herself to a sitting position and spat at Izzy. \"Traitor! Crooked little traitor!\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_4": "\u201cOn foot.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd how did you return?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIn a hackney carriage.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_0": "There were no cabs outside tonight, of course. The streets were almost deserted, except for some prowler or desperation-driven drug addict. He proceeded cautiously, however, realizing that it would be just like Sheila to ambush him. But he reached the exit from the dome with no trouble.\n\n<|Q|>\"Special pass to leave at this hour,\"<|Q|> the guard there reminded him. \"Of course, if it's urgent, pal...\"\n\nGordon was in no mood to try bribes. He let his hand drop to the gun. \"Police Sergeant Gordon, on official business,\" he said curtly. \"Get the hell out of my way.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_7": "\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d replied Cosette.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is like Toussaint,\u201d<|Q|> resumed Jean Valjean. \u201cShe is gone. You have not replaced her. Why?\u201d\n\n\u201cNicolette suffices.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_8": "\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d replied Cosette.\n\n\u201cIt is like Toussaint,\u201d resumed Jean Valjean. <|Q|>\u201cShe is gone. You have not replaced her. Why?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNicolette suffices.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_1": "There were no cabs outside tonight, of course. The streets were almost deserted, except for some prowler or desperation-driven drug addict. He proceeded cautiously, however, realizing that it would be just like Sheila to ambush him. But he reached the exit from the dome with no trouble.\n\n\"Special pass to leave at this hour,\" the guard there reminded him. <|Q|>\"Of course, if it's urgent, pal...\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon was in no mood to try bribes. He let his hand drop to the gun. \"Police Sergeant Gordon, on official business,\" he said curtly. \"Get the hell out of my way.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_30": "Mother Corey let them in, without flickering an eyelash as he saw his granddaughter. Bruce Gordon dropped her onto her legs. \"Behave yourself,\" he warned her as he took off his helmet, and then unfastened hers.\n\nMother Corey chuckled. <|Q|>\"Very touching, cobber. You have a way with women, it seems. Too bad she had to wear a helmet, or you might have dragged her here by her hair. Ah, well, let's not talk about it here. My room is more comfortable -- and private.\"<|Q|>\n\nInside, Sheila sat woodenly on the little sofa, pretending to see none of them. Mother Corey looked from one to the other, and then back to Gordon. \"Well? You must have had some reason for bringing her here, cobber.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_31": "Mother Corey chuckled. \"Very touching, cobber. You have a way with women, it seems. Too bad she had to wear a helmet, or you might have dragged her here by her hair. Ah, well, let's not talk about it here. My room is more comfortable -- and private.\"\n\nInside, Sheila sat woodenly on the little sofa, pretending to see none of them. Mother Corey looked from one to the other, and then back to Gordon. <|Q|>\"Well? You must have had some reason for bringing her here, cobber.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I want her out of my hair, Mother,\" Gordon tried to explain. \"I can lock her up -- carrying a gun without a permit is reason enough. But I'd rather you kept her here, if you'll take the responsibility. After all, she's your granddaughter.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_4": "Gordon was in no mood to try bribes. He let his hand drop to the gun. \"Police Sergeant Gordon, on official business,\" he said curtly. \"Get the hell out of my way.\"\n\nThe guard thought it over, and reached for the release. Gordon swung back as he passed through. <|Q|>\"And you'd better be ready to open when I come back.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe was in comparative darkness almost at once, and tonight there was no sign of the lights of patrolling cops. Then three specks of glaring blue light suddenly appeared in the sky, jerking his eyes up. They were dropping rapidly.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_34": "\"I want her out of my hair, Mother,\" Gordon tried to explain. \"I can lock her up -- carrying a gun without a permit is reason enough. But I'd rather you kept her here, if you'll take the responsibility. After all, she's your granddaughter.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"So she is. That's why I wash my hands of her. I couldn't control myself at her age, couldn't control my son, and I don't intend to handle a female of my line. It looks as if you'll have to arrest her.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Okay. Suppose I rent a room and put a good lock on it. You've got the one that connects with mine vacant.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_33": "Inside, Sheila sat woodenly on the little sofa, pretending to see none of them. Mother Corey looked from one to the other, and then back to Gordon. \"Well? You must have had some reason for bringing her here, cobber.\"\n\n\"I want her out of my hair, Mother,\" Gordon tried to explain. <|Q|>\"I can lock her up -- carrying a gun without a permit is reason enough. But I'd rather you kept her here, if you'll take the responsibility. After all, she's your granddaughter.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"So she is. That's why I wash my hands of her. I couldn't control myself at her age, couldn't control my son, and I don't intend to handle a female of my line. It looks as if you'll have to arrest her.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_35": "\"So she is. That's why I wash my hands of her. I couldn't control myself at her age, couldn't control my son, and I don't intend to handle a female of my line. It looks as if you'll have to arrest her.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Okay. Suppose I rent a room and put a good lock on it. You've got the one that connects with mine vacant.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I run a respectable house now, Gordon,\" Mother Corey stated flatly. \"What you do outside my place is your own business. But no women, except married ones. Can't trust 'em.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_9": "\"Pie-Face?\" Her voice was doubtful.\n\nHe considered what a man out here who went under that name might be like. <|Q|>\"Sure, baby. Open up!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Wait a minute. I've got this nailed shut.\" There was the sound of an effort of some kind going on as she talked. \"Though I ought to let you stay out there and rot. Damn it ... uh!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_36": "\"Okay. Suppose I rent a room and put a good lock on it. You've got the one that connects with mine vacant.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I run a respectable house now, Gordon,\"<|Q|> Mother Corey stated flatly. \"What you do outside my place is your own business. But no women, except married ones. Can't trust 'em.\"\n\nGordon stared at the old man, but he apparently meant just what he said. \"All right, Mother,\" he said finally. \"How in hell do I marry her without any rigmarole?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_8": "There was a thin, high-pitched scream as a collarbone broke. He slumped onto the floor, and began to try hitching his way down the steps. Gordon picked up the gun that had fallen out of the holster as the man fell and put it into his pouch. He considered the two, and decided they would be no menace.\n\n\"Okay, Sheila,\" he called out, trying to muffle his voice. <|Q|>\"We got them all.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Pie-Face?\" Her voice was doubtful.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_15": "One day he remained still longer than usual. On the following day he observed that there was no fire on the hearth. \u2014 \u201cHello!\u201d he thought. \u201cNo fire.\u201d \u2014 And he furnished the explanation for himself. \u2014 \u201cIt is perfectly simple. It is April. The cold weather has ceased.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHeavens! how cold it is here!\u201d<|Q|> exclaimed Cosette when she entered.\n\n\u201cWhy, no,\u201d said Jean Valjean.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_20": "\u201cI thought that a fire was unnecessary.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat is exactly like one of your ideas!\u201d<|Q|> retorted Cosette.\n\nOn the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_13": "The door heaved open then, and she appeared in it; then she saw him, and her jaw dropped open slackly. \"You!\"\n\n\"Me,\" he agreed. <|Q|>\"And lucky for you, Cuddles.\"<|Q|>\n\nHer hand streaked to a gun in her belt. \"Kill him!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_16": "The former leader of the Stonewall gang stared up at the club swinging from Gordon's wrist. \"You ain't gonna beat me this time? I'm a sick man. Sick. Can't hurt nobody. Don't beat me again.\"\n\nGordon's stomach knotted sickly. Doing something under the pressure of necessity was one thing; but to see the sorry results of it later was another. \"All right,\" he said. <|Q|>\"Just stay there until I get away from this rat's nest and I won't hit you. I won't even touch you.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe was sure enough that it was no act on O'Neill's part; he wasn't so sure about Sheila. He checked the two men on the floor, who were still out cold. Then he stepped through the door carefully, to make sure that the big bruiser hadn't come back.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_15": "Sheila lay stretched out on the floor, where her head had apparently struck against the leg of a bed. Gordon shoved the bodies of the two men aside and looked down at the wreck of a man who lay on the dirty blanket. \"Hello, O'Neill,\" he said.\n\nThe former leader of the Stonewall gang stared up at the club swinging from Gordon's wrist. <|Q|>\"You ain't gonna beat me this time? I'm a sick man. Sick. Can't hurt nobody. Don't beat me again.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon's stomach knotted sickly. Doing something under the pressure of necessity was one thing; but to see the sorry results of it later was another. \"All right,\" he said. \"Just stay there until I get away from this rat's nest and I won't hit you. I won't even touch you.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_14": "The two men in the room were both holding knives, but in the ridiculous overhand position that seems to be an ingrained stupidity of the human race, until it's taught better. A single flip of his locust club against their wrists accounted for both of the knives. He grabbed them by the hair of their heads, then, and brought the two skulls together savagely.\n\nSheila lay stretched out on the floor, where her head had apparently struck against the leg of a bed. Gordon shoved the bodies of the two men aside and looked down at the wreck of a man who lay on the dirty blanket. <|Q|>\"Hello, O'Neill,\"<|Q|> he said.\n\nThe former leader of the Stonewall gang stared up at the club swinging from Gordon's wrist. \"You ain't gonna beat me this time? I'm a sick man. Sick. Can't hurt nobody. Don't beat me again.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_45": "Her face was pasty-white, but she bent her head, and fluttered her eyelashes up at him. \"So romantic,\" she sighed. \"You sweep me off my feet. You -- Why, you -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"Me or Trench! I can take you to him and tell him you're mixed up in Security, and that you either have papers on you or out at the Chicken Coop to prove it. He won't believe you if I take you in. Well?\"<|Q|>\n\nShe looked at him a long time in silence, and there was surprise in her eyes. \"You'd do it! You really would.... All right; I'll sign your damned papers!\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_28": "\u201cAnd your reason?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_19": "Fury blackened her face, but she still couldn't function. He picked her up and tossed her back into the room. From the broken mattress on the bed, he dug out a coil of wire and bound her hands and feet with it.\n\n<|Q|>\"Can't say I think much of your choice of companions these days,\"<|Q|> he commented, looking toward the bed where O'Neill was cowering. \"It looks as if your grandfather picks them better for you.\"\n\n\"You filthy-minded hog! D'you think I'd -- I'd -- One room in the place with a decent door, and you can't see why I'd choose that room to keep Jurgens' devils back. You -- You -- \"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_22": "\"I'll watch them,\" a voice said from the door. Gordon snapped his head up to see Izzy standing there. He realized he'd been a lot less cautious than he'd thought.\n\nIzzy grinned at his confusion. \"I got enough out of the Mother to case the pitch,\" he said. <|Q|>\"I knew I was right when I spotted the apeman carrying a guy with a bad shoulder away from here. Jurgens' punks, eh?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Thanks for coming. What's it going to cost me?\"", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_1": "She pursued, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Prince and the Minister alighted at the Khan and lodged their goods in the ground-floor magazines and there settled their servants. Then they tarried awhile till they had rested, when the Wazir arose and applied himself to devise a device for the Prince, and said to him, \u201cI have bethought me of somewhat wherein, methinks, will be success for thee, so it please Almighty Allah.\u201d Quoth Ardashir, \u201cO thou Wazir of good counsel, do what cometh to thy mind, and may the Lord direct thy rede aright!\u201d Quoth the Minister, \u201cI purpose to hire thee a shop in the market-street of the stuff-sellers and set thee therein; for that all, great and small, have recourse to the bazar and, meseems, when the folk see thee with their own eyes sitting in the shop their hearts will incline to thee and thou wilt thus be enabled to attain thy desire, for thou art fair of favour and souls incline to thee and sight rejoiceth in thee.\u201d The other replied, <|Q|>\u201cDo what seemeth good to thee.\u201d<|Q|> So the Wazir forthright began to robe the Prince and himself in their richest raiment and, putting a purse of a thousand dinars in his breast-pocket, went forth and walked about the city, whilst all who looked upon them marvelled at the beauty of the King\u2019s son, saying, \u201cGlory be to Him who created this youth \u2018of vile water[FN#265]\u2018! Blessed be Allah excellentest of Creators!\u201d Great was the talk anent him and some said,", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_21": "\"I'll watch them,\" a voice said from the door. Gordon snapped his head up to see Izzy standing there. He realized he'd been a lot less cautious than he'd thought.\n\nIzzy grinned at his confusion. <|Q|>\"I got enough out of the Mother to case the pitch,\"<|Q|> he said. \"I knew I was right when I spotted the apeman carrying a guy with a bad shoulder away from here. Jurgens' punks, eh?\"\n\n\"Thanks for coming. What's it going to cost me?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_23": "Izzy grinned at his confusion. \"I got enough out of the Mother to case the pitch,\" he said. \"I knew I was right when I spotted the apeman carrying a guy with a bad shoulder away from here. Jurgens' punks, eh?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Thanks for coming. What's it going to cost me?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Wouldn't be honest to charge unless you asked me to convoy you, gov'nor. And if you're looking for the vixen's room, it's where you bunked before. I got around after I spotted you here.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_25": "\"Wouldn't be honest to charge unless you asked me to convoy you, gov'nor. And if you're looking for the vixen's room, it's where you bunked before. I got around after I spotted you here.\"\n\nSheila Corey forced herself to a sitting position and spat at Izzy. <|Q|>\"Traitor! Crooked little traitor!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Shut up, Sheila,\" Izzy said. \"Your retainer ran out.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_34": "\u201cAdieu!\u201d murmured Jean Valjean.\n\nHe did not say: <|Q|>\u201cAdieu, Cosette.\u201d<|Q|> But he had not the strength to say: \u201cAdieu, Madame.\u201d\n\nHe went away utterly overwhelmed.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_26": "Sheila Corey forced herself to a sitting position and spat at Izzy. \"Traitor! Crooked little traitor!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Shut up, Sheila,\"<|Q|> Izzy said. \"Your retainer ran out.\"\n\nSurprisingly, she did shut up. Gordon went to the little space -- and saw that Izzy was right; there was a nearly used-up lipstick, a comb, and a cracked mirror. There was also a small cloth bag containing a few scraps of clothes.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_27": "Sheila Corey forced herself to a sitting position and spat at Izzy. \"Traitor! Crooked little traitor!\"\n\n\"Shut up, Sheila,\" Izzy said. <|Q|>\"Your retainer ran out.\"<|Q|>\n\nSurprisingly, she did shut up. Gordon went to the little space -- and saw that Izzy was right; there was a nearly used-up lipstick, a comb, and a cracked mirror. There was also a small cloth bag containing a few scraps of clothes.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_28": "He turned the room upside down, but there was no sign of the notebook or papers from it.\n\nHe located her helmet and carried it down with him. <|Q|>\"You're going bye-bye, Cuddles,\"<|Q|> he told her. \"I'm going to put this on you and then unfasten your arms and legs. But if you start to so much as wiggle your big toe, you won't sit down for a month.\"\n\nShe pursed her lips hotly, but made no reply. He screwed the helmet on, and unfastened her arms. For a second, she tensed, while he waited, grinning down at her. Then she slumped back and lay quiet as he unfastened her legs.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_29": "He turned the room upside down, but there was no sign of the notebook or papers from it.\n\nHe located her helmet and carried it down with him. \"You're going bye-bye, Cuddles,\" he told her. <|Q|>\"I'm going to put this on you and then unfasten your arms and legs. But if you start to so much as wiggle your big toe, you won't sit down for a month.\"<|Q|>\n\nShe pursed her lips hotly, but made no reply. He screwed the helmet on, and unfastened her arms. For a second, she tensed, while he waited, grinning down at her. Then she slumped back and lay quiet as he unfastened her legs.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_3": "\"Special pass to leave at this hour,\" the guard there reminded him. \"Of course, if it's urgent, pal...\"\n\nGordon was in no mood to try bribes. He let his hand drop to the gun. \"Police Sergeant Gordon, on official business,\" he said curtly. <|Q|>\"Get the hell out of my way.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe guard thought it over, and reached for the release. Gordon swung back as he passed through. \"And you'd better be ready to open when I come back.\"", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_8": "\u201d The people followed them to the stuff-market, where they entered and stood, till there came up to them an old man of dignified presence and venerable appearance, who saluted them, and they returned his salam. Then the Shaykh said to them, \u201cO my lords, have ye any need, that we may have the honour of accomplishing?\u201d; and the Wazir asked him, \u201cWho art thou, O elder?\u201d He answered, \u201cI am the Overseer of the market.\u201d Quoth the Wazir, \u201cKnow then, O Shaykh, that this youth is my son and I wish to hire him a shop in the bazar, that he may sit therein and learn to sell and buy and take and give, and come to ken merchants\u2019 ways and habits.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cI hear and I obey,\u201d<|Q|> replied the Overseer and brought them without stay or delay the key of a shop, which he caused the brokers sweep and clean. And they did his bidding. Then the Wazir sent for a high mattress, stuffed with ostrich-down, and set it up in the shop, spreading upon it a small prayer-carpet, and a cushion fringed with broidery of red gold. Moreover he brought pillows and transported thither so much of the goods and stuffs that he had brought with him as filled the shop. Next morning the young Prince came and opening the shop, seated himself on the divan, and stationed two Mamelukes, clad in the richest of raiment before him and two black slaves of the goodliest of the Abyssinians in the lower part of the shop. The Wazir enjoined him to keep his secret from the folk, so thereby he might find aid in the winning of his wishes; then he left him and charging him to acquaint him with what befel him in the shop, day by day returned to the Khan. The Prince sat in the shop till night as he were the moon at its fullest, whilst the folk, hearing tell of his comeliness, flocked to the place, without errand, to gaze on his beauty and loveliness and symmetry and perfect grace and glorify the Almighty who created and shaped him, till none could pass through that bazar for the excessive crowding of the folk about him. The King\u2019s son turned right and left, abashed at the throng of people that stared at him, hoping to make acquaintance with some one about the court, of whom he might get news of the Princess; but he found no way to this, wherefore his breast was straitened. Meanwhile, the Wazir daily promised him the attainment of his desire and the case so continued for a time till, one morning, as the youth sat in the shop, there came up an old woman of respectable semblance and dignified presence clad in raiment of devotees[FN#267] and followed by two slave-girls like moons. She stopped before the shop and, having considered the Prince awhile, cried,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_9": "\u201d replied the Overseer and brought them without stay or delay the key of a shop, which he caused the brokers sweep and clean. And they did his bidding. Then the Wazir sent for a high mattress, stuffed with ostrich-down, and set it up in the shop, spreading upon it a small prayer-carpet, and a cushion fringed with broidery of red gold. Moreover he brought pillows and transported thither so much of the goods and stuffs that he had brought with him as filled the shop. Next morning the young Prince came and opening the shop, seated himself on the divan, and stationed two Mamelukes, clad in the richest of raiment before him and two black slaves of the goodliest of the Abyssinians in the lower part of the shop. The Wazir enjoined him to keep his secret from the folk, so thereby he might find aid in the winning of his wishes; then he left him and charging him to acquaint him with what befel him in the shop, day by day returned to the Khan. The Prince sat in the shop till night as he were the moon at its fullest, whilst the folk, hearing tell of his comeliness, flocked to the place, without errand, to gaze on his beauty and loveliness and symmetry and perfect grace and glorify the Almighty who created and shaped him, till none could pass through that bazar for the excessive crowding of the folk about him. The King\u2019s son turned right and left, abashed at the throng of people that stared at him, hoping to make acquaintance with some one about the court, of whom he might get news of the Princess; but he found no way to this, wherefore his breast was straitened. Meanwhile, the Wazir daily promised him the attainment of his desire and the case so continued for a time till, one morning, as the youth sat in the shop, there came up an old woman of respectable semblance and dignified presence clad in raiment of devotees[FN#267] and followed by two slave-girls like moons. She stopped before the shop and, having considered the Prince awhile, cried, <|Q|>\u201cGlory be to God who fashioned that face and perfected that figure!\u201d<|Q|> Then she saluted him and he returned her salam and seated her by his side. Quoth she, \u201cWhence cometh thou, O fair of favour?\u201d; and quoth he, \u201cFrom the parts of Hind, O my mother; and I have come to this city to see the world and look about me.\u201d \u201cHonour to thee for a visitor! What goods and stuffs hast thou? Show me something handsome, fit for Kings.\u201d \u201cIf thou wish for handsome stuffs, I will show them to thee; for I have wares that beseem persons of every condition", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_32": "Inside, Sheila sat woodenly on the little sofa, pretending to see none of them. Mother Corey looked from one to the other, and then back to Gordon. \"Well? You must have had some reason for bringing her here, cobber.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I want her out of my hair, Mother,\"<|Q|> Gordon tried to explain. \"I can lock her up -- carrying a gun without a permit is reason enough. But I'd rather you kept her here, if you'll take the responsibility. After all, she's your granddaughter.\"\n\n\"So she is. That's why I wash my hands of her. I couldn't control myself at her age, couldn't control my son, and I don't intend to handle a female of my line. It looks as if you'll have to arrest her.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_6": "\"You, Sheila, you come outa there! You come right out or I'm gonna blast that there door down. You open up.\"\n\nGordon was already moving up the stairs when a second voice reached him, and this one was familiar. <|Q|>\"Jurgens don't want you; all he wants is this place -- we got use for it. It don't belong to you, anyhow! Come out now, and we'll let you go peaceful. Or stay in there and we'll blast you out -- in pieces.\"<|Q|>\n\nIt was the voice of Jurgens' henchman who had called on Mother Corey before elections. The thick voice must belong to the big ape who'd been with him.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_37": "\"Okay. Suppose I rent a room and put a good lock on it. You've got the one that connects with mine vacant.\"\n\n\"I run a respectable house now, Gordon,\" Mother Corey stated flatly. <|Q|>\"What you do outside my place is your own business. But no women, except married ones. Can't trust 'em.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon stared at the old man, but he apparently meant just what he said. \"All right, Mother,\" he said finally. \"How in hell do I marry her without any rigmarole?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_11": "He considered what a man out here who went under that name might be like. \"Sure, baby. Open up!\"\n\n\"Wait a minute. I've got this nailed shut.\" There was the sound of an effort of some kind going on as she talked. <|Q|>\"Though I ought to let you stay out there and rot. Damn it ... uh!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe door heaved open then, and she appeared in it; then she saw him, and her jaw dropped open slackly. \"You!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_38": "\"I run a respectable house now, Gordon,\" Mother Corey stated flatly. \"What you do outside my place is your own business. But no women, except married ones. Can't trust 'em.\"\n\nGordon stared at the old man, but he apparently meant just what he said. \"All right, Mother,\" he said finally. <|Q|>\"How in hell do I marry her without any rigmarole?\"<|Q|>\n\nIzzy's face seemed to drop toward the floor. Sheila came up off the couch with a choking cry and leaped for the door. Mother Corey's immense arm moved out casually, sweeping her back onto the couch.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_10": "He considered what a man out here who went under that name might be like. \"Sure, baby. Open up!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Wait a minute. I've got this nailed shut.\"<|Q|> There was the sound of an effort of some kind going on as she talked. \"Though I ought to let you stay out there and rot. Damn it ... uh!\"\n\nThe door heaved open then, and she appeared in it; then she saw him, and her jaw dropped open slackly. \"You!\"", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_17": "\u201cThou speakest sooth, O my son,\u201d said she. \u201cI want somewhat for my mistress, Hayat al-Nufus, daughter of Abd al-Kadir, lord of this land and King of this country.\u201d Now when Ardashir heard his mistress\u2019s name, his reason flew for joy and his heart fluttered and he gave no order to slave or servant, but, putting his hand behind him, pulled out a purse of an hundred dinars and offered it to the old woman, saying, <|Q|>\u201cThis is for the washing of thy clothes.\u201d<|Q|> Then he again put forth his hand and brought out of a wrapper a dress worth ten thousand dinars or more and said to her, \u201cThis is of that which I have brought to your country.\u201d When the old woman saw it, it pleased her and she asked, \u201cWhat is the price of this dress, O perfect in qualities?\u201d Answered he, \u201cI will take no price for it!\u201d whereupon she thanked him and repeated her question; but he said, \u201cBy Allah, I will take no price for it. I make thee a present of it, an the Princess will not accept it and \u2019tis a guest-gift from me to thee. Alhamdolillah \u2014 Glory be to God \u2014 who hath brought us together, so that, if one day I have a want, I shall find in thee a helper to me in winning it", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_41": "\"If you think I'd marry you, you filthy -- \" Sheila began.\n\nMother Corey listened attentively. <|Q|>\"Rich, but not very imaginative,\"<|Q|> he said thoughtfully. \"But she'll learn. Izzy, I have a feeling we should let them settle their differences.\"\n\nAs the door shut behind them, Gordon yanked Sheila back to the couch. \"Shut up!\" he told her. \"This isn't a game. Hell's popping here -- you know that better than most people. And I'm up to my neck in it. If I've got to marry you to keep you out of my hair, I will.\"", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_20": "\u201d Now when Ardashir heard his mistress\u2019s name, his reason flew for joy and his heart fluttered and he gave no order to slave or servant, but, putting his hand behind him, pulled out a purse of an hundred dinars and offered it to the old woman, saying, \u201cThis is for the washing of thy clothes.\u201d Then he again put forth his hand and brought out of a wrapper a dress worth ten thousand dinars or more and said to her, \u201cThis is of that which I have brought to your country.\u201d When the old woman saw it, it pleased her and she asked, \u201cWhat is the price of this dress, O perfect in qualities?\u201d Answered he, <|Q|>\u201cI will take no price for it!\u201d<|Q|> whereupon she thanked him and repeated her question; but he said, \u201cBy Allah, I will take no price for it. I make thee a present of it, an the Princess will not accept it and \u2019tis a guest-gift from me to thee. Alhamdolillah \u2014 Glory be to God \u2014 who hath brought us together, so that, if one day I have a want, I shall find in thee a helper to me in winning it!\u201d She marvelled at the goodliness of his speech and the excess of his generosity and the perfection of his courtesy and said to him,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_22": "\u201cBy Allah, I will take no price for it. I make thee a present of it, an the Princess will not accept it and \u2019tis a guest-gift from me to thee. Alhamdolillah \u2014 Glory be to God \u2014 who hath brought us together, so that, if one day I have a want, I shall find in thee a helper to me in winning it!\u201d She marvelled at the goodliness of his speech and the excess of his generosity and the perfection of his courtesy and said to him, <|Q|>\u201cWhat is thy name, O my lord?\u201d<|Q|> He replied, \u201cMy name is Ardashir;\u201d and she cried, \u201cBy Allah this is a rare name! Therewith are Kings\u2019 sons named, and thou art in a guise of the sons of the merchants!\u201d Quoth he, \u201cOf the love my father bore me, he gave me this name, but a name signifieth naught;\u201d and quoth she in wonder, \u201cO my son, take the price of thy goods.\u201d But he swore that he would not take aught. Then the old lady said to him,", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_44": "As the door shut behind them, Gordon yanked Sheila back to the couch. \"Shut up!\" he told her. \"This isn't a game. Hell's popping here -- you know that better than most people. And I'm up to my neck in it. If I've got to marry you to keep you out of my hair, I will.\"\n\nHer face was pasty-white, but she bent her head, and fluttered her eyelashes up at him. <|Q|>\"So romantic,\"<|Q|> she sighed. \"You sweep me off my feet. You -- Why, you -- \"\n\n\"Me or Trench! I can take you to him and tell him you're mixed up in Security, and that you either have papers on you or out at the Chicken Coop to prove it. He won't believe you if I take you in. Well?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_17": "He caught her feet in his hands and yanked her back. There was nothing phony this time as she hit the floor.\n\n<|Q|>\"Just a matter of co-ordination, Cuddles,\"<|Q|> he told her. \"Little girls shouldn't play with knives; they'll grow up to be old maids that way.\"\n\nFury blackened her face, but she still couldn't function. He picked her up and tossed her back into the room. From the broken mattress on the bed, he dug out a coil of wire and bound her hands and feet with it.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_46": "\"Me or Trench! I can take you to him and tell him you're mixed up in Security, and that you either have papers on you or out at the Chicken Coop to prove it. He won't believe you if I take you in. Well?\"\n\nShe looked at him a long time in silence, and there was surprise in her eyes. <|Q|>\"You'd do it! You really would.... All right; I'll sign your damned papers!\"<|Q|>\n\nTen minutes later, he stood in what was now a connecting double room, watching Mother Corey nail up the hall door to the room that was to be hers. There were no windows here, and his own room had an excellent lock on it already -- one he'd put on himself. Izzy came back as Mother Corey finished the door and began knocking a small panel out of the connecting door. The old man was surprisingly adept with his hands as he fitted hinges and a catch to the panel, and re-installed it so that Sheila could swing it open.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_47": "Ten minutes later, he stood in what was now a connecting double room, watching Mother Corey nail up the hall door to the room that was to be hers. There were no windows here, and his own room had an excellent lock on it already -- one he'd put on himself. Izzy came back as Mother Corey finished the door and began knocking a small panel out of the connecting door. The old man was surprisingly adept with his hands as he fitted hinges and a catch to the panel, and re-installed it so that Sheila could swing it open.\n\n\"They're married,\" Izzy said. <|Q|>\"It's in the mail to the register, along with the twenty credits. Gov'nor, we're about due to report in.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon nodded. \"Be with you in a minute,\" he said as he paid Mother Corey for the materials and work. He jerked his head and the two men went out, leaving him alone with Sheila.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_48": "Gordon nodded. \"Be with you in a minute,\" he said as he paid Mother Corey for the materials and work. He jerked his head and the two men went out, leaving him alone with Sheila.\n\n<|Q|>\"I'll bring you some food tonight. And you may not have a private bath, but it beats the Chicken Coop. Here.\"<|Q|> He handed her the key to the connecting door. \"It's the only key there is.\"\n\nChapter XI", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_29": "\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_43": "Mother Corey listened attentively. \"Rich, but not very imaginative,\" he said thoughtfully. \"But she'll learn. Izzy, I have a feeling we should let them settle their differences.\"\n\nAs the door shut behind them, Gordon yanked Sheila back to the couch. \"Shut up!\" he told her. <|Q|>\"This isn't a game. Hell's popping here -- you know that better than most people. And I'm up to my neck in it. If I've got to marry you to keep you out of my hair, I will.\"<|Q|>\n\nHer face was pasty-white, but she bent her head, and fluttered her eyelashes up at him. \"So romantic,\" she sighed. \"You sweep me off my feet. You -- Why, you -- \"", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_2": "\u201cI purpose to hire thee a shop in the market-street of the stuff-sellers and set thee therein; for that all, great and small, have recourse to the bazar and, meseems, when the folk see thee with their own eyes sitting in the shop their hearts will incline to thee and thou wilt thus be enabled to attain thy desire, for thou art fair of favour and souls incline to thee and sight rejoiceth in thee.\u201d The other replied, \u201cDo what seemeth good to thee.\u201d So the Wazir forthright began to robe the Prince and himself in their richest raiment and, putting a purse of a thousand dinars in his breast-pocket, went forth and walked about the city, whilst all who looked upon them marvelled at the beauty of the King\u2019s son, saying, <|Q|>\u201cGlory be to Him who created this youth \u2018of vile water[FN#265]\u2018! Blessed be Allah excellentest of Creators!\u201d<|Q|> Great was the talk anent him and some said, \u201cThis is no mortal, \u2018this is naught save a noble angel\u2019\u201d;[FN#266] and others, \u201cHath Rizwan, the door-keeper of the Eden-garden, left the gate of Paradise unguarded, that this youth hath come forth?\u201d The people followed them to the stuff-market, where they entered and stood, till there came up to them an old man of dignified presence and venerable appearance, who saluted them, and they returned his salam. Then the Shaykh said to them, \u201cO my lords, have ye any need, that we may have the honour of accomplishing?\u201d; and the Wazir asked him,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_3": "\u201d So the Wazir forthright began to robe the Prince and himself in their richest raiment and, putting a purse of a thousand dinars in his breast-pocket, went forth and walked about the city, whilst all who looked upon them marvelled at the beauty of the King\u2019s son, saying, \u201cGlory be to Him who created this youth \u2018of vile water[FN#265]\u2018! Blessed be Allah excellentest of Creators!\u201d Great was the talk anent him and some said, <|Q|>\u201cThis is no mortal, \u2018this is naught save a noble angel\u2019\u201d;[FN#266<|Q|>] and others, \u201cHath Rizwan, the door-keeper of the Eden-garden, left the gate of Paradise unguarded, that this youth hath come forth?\u201d The people followed them to the stuff-market, where they entered and stood, till there came up to them an old man of dignified presence and venerable appearance, who saluted them, and they returned his salam. Then the Shaykh said to them, \u201cO my lords, have ye any need, that we may have the honour of accomplishing?\u201d; and the Wazir asked him,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_4": "\u201d So the Wazir forthright began to robe the Prince and himself in their richest raiment and, putting a purse of a thousand dinars in his breast-pocket, went forth and walked about the city, whilst all who looked upon them marvelled at the beauty of the King\u2019s son, saying, \u201cGlory be to Him who created this youth \u2018of vile water[FN#265]\u2018! Blessed be Allah excellentest of Creators!\u201d Great was the talk anent him and some said, \u201cThis is no mortal, \u2018this is naught save a noble angel\u2019\u201d;[FN#266] and others, <|Q|>\u201cHath Rizwan, the door-keeper of the Eden-garden, left the gate of Paradise unguarded, that this youth hath come forth?\u201d<|Q|> The people followed them to the stuff-market, where they entered and stood, till there came up to them an old man of dignified presence and venerable appearance, who saluted them, and they returned his salam. Then the Shaykh said to them, \u201cO my lords, have ye any need, that we may have the honour of accomplishing?\u201d; and the Wazir asked him, \u201cWho art thou, O elder?\u201d He answered, \u201cI am the Overseer of the market", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_5": "\u201cHath Rizwan, the door-keeper of the Eden-garden, left the gate of Paradise unguarded, that this youth hath come forth?\u201d The people followed them to the stuff-market, where they entered and stood, till there came up to them an old man of dignified presence and venerable appearance, who saluted them, and they returned his salam. Then the Shaykh said to them, \u201cO my lords, have ye any need, that we may have the honour of accomplishing?\u201d; and the Wazir asked him, <|Q|>\u201cWho art thou, O elder?\u201d<|Q|> He answered, \u201cI am the Overseer of the market.\u201d Quoth the Wazir, \u201cKnow then, O Shaykh, that this youth is my son and I wish to hire him a shop in the bazar, that he may sit therein and learn to sell and buy and take and give, and come to ken merchants\u2019 ways and habits.\u201d \u201cI hear and I obey,\u201d replied the Overseer and brought them without stay or delay the key of a shop, which he caused the brokers sweep and clean. And they did his bidding. Then the Wazir sent for a high mattress, stuffed with ostrich-down, and set it up in the shop, spreading upon it a small prayer-carpet, and a cushion fringed with broidery of red gold. Moreover he brought pillows and transported thither so much of the goods and stuffs that he had brought with him as filled the shop. Next morning the young Prince came and opening the shop, seated himself on the divan, and stationed two Mamelukes, clad in the richest of raiment before him and two black slaves of the goodliest of the Abyssinians in the lower part of the shop. The Wazir enjoined him to keep his secret from the folk, so thereby he might find aid in the winning of his wishes; then he left him and charging him to acquaint him with what befel him in the shop, day by day returned to the Khan. The Prince sat in the shop till night as he were the moon at its fullest, whilst the folk, hearing tell of his comeliness, flocked to the place, without errand, to gaze on his beauty and loveliness and symmetry and perfect grace and glorify the Almighty who created and shaped him, till none could pass through that bazar for the excessive crowding of the folk about him. The King\u2019s son turned right and left, abashed at the throng of people that stared at him, hoping to make acquaintance with some one about the court, of whom he might get news of the Princess; but he found no way to this, wherefore his breast was straitened. Meanwhile, the Wazir daily promised him the attainment of his desire and the case so continued for a time till, one morning, as the youth sat in the shop, there came up an old woman of respectable semblance and dignified presence clad in raiment of devotees[FN#267] and followed by two slave-girls like moons. She stopped before the shop and, having considered the Prince awhile, cried,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_6": "\u201cHath Rizwan, the door-keeper of the Eden-garden, left the gate of Paradise unguarded, that this youth hath come forth?\u201d The people followed them to the stuff-market, where they entered and stood, till there came up to them an old man of dignified presence and venerable appearance, who saluted them, and they returned his salam. Then the Shaykh said to them, \u201cO my lords, have ye any need, that we may have the honour of accomplishing?\u201d; and the Wazir asked him, \u201cWho art thou, O elder?\u201d He answered, <|Q|>\u201cI am the Overseer of the market.\u201d<|Q|> Quoth the Wazir, \u201cKnow then, O Shaykh, that this youth is my son and I wish to hire him a shop in the bazar, that he may sit therein and learn to sell and buy and take and give, and come to ken merchants\u2019 ways and habits.\u201d \u201cI hear and I obey,\u201d replied the Overseer and brought them without stay or delay the key of a shop, which he caused the brokers sweep and clean. And they did his bidding. Then the Wazir sent for a high mattress, stuffed with ostrich-down, and set it up in the shop, spreading upon it a small prayer-carpet, and a cushion fringed with broidery of red gold. Moreover he brought pillows and transported thither so much of the goods and stuffs that he had brought with him as filled the shop. Next morning the young Prince came and opening the shop, seated himself on the divan, and stationed two Mamelukes, clad in the richest of raiment before him and two black slaves of the goodliest of the Abyssinians in the lower part of the shop. The Wazir enjoined him to keep his secret from the folk, so thereby he might find aid in the winning of his wishes; then he left him and charging him to acquaint him with what befel him in the shop, day by day returned to the Khan. The Prince sat in the shop till night as he were the moon at its fullest, whilst the folk, hearing tell of his comeliness, flocked to the place, without errand, to gaze on his beauty and loveliness and symmetry and perfect grace and glorify the Almighty who created and shaped him, till none could pass through that bazar for the excessive crowding of the folk about him. The King\u2019s son turned right and left, abashed at the throng of people that stared at him, hoping to make acquaintance with some one about the court, of whom he might get news of the Princess; but he found no way to this, wherefore his breast was straitened. Meanwhile, the Wazir daily promised him the attainment of his desire and the case so continued for a time till, one morning, as the youth sat in the shop, there came up an old woman of respectable semblance and dignified presence clad in raiment of devotees[FN#267] and followed by two slave-girls like moons. She stopped before the shop and, having considered the Prince awhile, cried,", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_12": "\u201cHave I not Marius?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou ought to have a house of your own, your own servants, a carriage, a box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by your riches? Wealth adds to happiness.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nCosette made no reply.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_7": "\u201d The people followed them to the stuff-market, where they entered and stood, till there came up to them an old man of dignified presence and venerable appearance, who saluted them, and they returned his salam. Then the Shaykh said to them, \u201cO my lords, have ye any need, that we may have the honour of accomplishing?\u201d; and the Wazir asked him, \u201cWho art thou, O elder?\u201d He answered, \u201cI am the Overseer of the market.\u201d Quoth the Wazir, <|Q|>\u201cKnow then, O Shaykh, that this youth is my son and I wish to hire him a shop in the bazar, that he may sit therein and learn to sell and buy and take and give, and come to ken merchants\u2019 ways and habits.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cI hear and I obey,\u201d replied the Overseer and brought them without stay or delay the key of a shop, which he caused the brokers sweep and clean. And they did his bidding. Then the Wazir sent for a high mattress, stuffed with ostrich-down, and set it up in the shop, spreading upon it a small prayer-carpet, and a cushion fringed with broidery of red gold. Moreover he brought pillows and transported thither so much of the goods and stuffs that he had brought with him as filled the shop. Next morning the young Prince came and opening the shop, seated himself on the divan, and stationed two Mamelukes, clad in the richest of raiment before him and two black slaves of the goodliest of the Abyssinians in the lower part of the shop. The Wazir enjoined him to keep his secret from the folk, so thereby he might find aid in the winning of his wishes; then he left him and charging him to acquaint him with what befel him in the shop, day by day returned to the Khan. The Prince sat in the shop till night as he were the moon at its fullest, whilst the folk, hearing tell of his comeliness, flocked to the place, without errand, to gaze on his beauty and loveliness and symmetry and perfect grace and glorify the Almighty who created and shaped him, till none could pass through that bazar for the excessive crowding of the folk about him. The King\u2019s son turned right and left, abashed at the throng of people that stared at him, hoping to make acquaintance with some one about the court, of whom he might get news of the Princess; but he found no way to this, wherefore his breast was straitened. Meanwhile, the Wazir daily promised him the attainment of his desire and the case so continued for a time till, one morning, as the youth sat in the shop, there came up an old woman of respectable semblance and dignified presence clad in raiment of devotees[FN#267] and followed by two slave-girls like moons. She stopped before the shop and, having considered the Prince awhile, cried,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_10": "\u201d replied the Overseer and brought them without stay or delay the key of a shop, which he caused the brokers sweep and clean. And they did his bidding. Then the Wazir sent for a high mattress, stuffed with ostrich-down, and set it up in the shop, spreading upon it a small prayer-carpet, and a cushion fringed with broidery of red gold. Moreover he brought pillows and transported thither so much of the goods and stuffs that he had brought with him as filled the shop. Next morning the young Prince came and opening the shop, seated himself on the divan, and stationed two Mamelukes, clad in the richest of raiment before him and two black slaves of the goodliest of the Abyssinians in the lower part of the shop. The Wazir enjoined him to keep his secret from the folk, so thereby he might find aid in the winning of his wishes; then he left him and charging him to acquaint him with what befel him in the shop, day by day returned to the Khan. The Prince sat in the shop till night as he were the moon at its fullest, whilst the folk, hearing tell of his comeliness, flocked to the place, without errand, to gaze on his beauty and loveliness and symmetry and perfect grace and glorify the Almighty who created and shaped him, till none could pass through that bazar for the excessive crowding of the folk about him. The King\u2019s son turned right and left, abashed at the throng of people that stared at him, hoping to make acquaintance with some one about the court, of whom he might get news of the Princess; but he found no way to this, wherefore his breast was straitened. Meanwhile, the Wazir daily promised him the attainment of his desire and the case so continued for a time till, one morning, as the youth sat in the shop, there came up an old woman of respectable semblance and dignified presence clad in raiment of devotees[FN#267] and followed by two slave-girls like moons. She stopped before the shop and, having considered the Prince awhile, cried, \u201cGlory be to God who fashioned that face and perfected that figure!\u201d Then she saluted him and he returned her salam and seated her by his side. Quoth she, \u201cWhence cometh thou, O fair of favour?\u201d; and quoth he, <|Q|>\u201cFrom the parts of Hind, O my mother; and I have come to this city to see the world and look about me.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cHonour to thee for a visitor! What goods and stuffs hast thou? Show me something handsome, fit for Kings.\u201d \u201cIf thou wish for handsome stuffs, I will show them to thee; for I have wares that beseem persons of every condition.\u201d \u201cO my son, I want somewhat costly of price and seemly to sight; brief, the best thou hast.\u201d \u201cThou must needs tell me for whom thou seekest it, that I may show thee goods according to the rank of the requiter", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_13": "When Jean Valjean wished to prolong his visit and to induce forgetfulness of the hour, he sang the praises of Marius; he pronounced him handsome, noble, courageous, witty, eloquent, good. Cosette outdid him. Jean Valjean began again. They were never weary. Marius \u2014 that word was inexhaustible; those six letters contained volumes. In this manner, Jean Valjean contrived to remain a long time.\n\nIt was so sweet to see Cosette, to forget by her side! It alleviated his wounds. It frequently happened that Basque came twice to announce: <|Q|>\u201cM. Gillenormand sends me to remind Madame la Baronne that dinner is served.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nOn those days, Jean Valjean was very thoughtful on his return home.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_12": "\u201cGlory be to God who fashioned that face and perfected that figure!\u201d Then she saluted him and he returned her salam and seated her by his side. Quoth she, \u201cWhence cometh thou, O fair of favour?\u201d; and quoth he, \u201cFrom the parts of Hind, O my mother; and I have come to this city to see the world and look about me.\u201d \u201cHonour to thee for a visitor! What goods and stuffs hast thou? Show me something handsome, fit for Kings.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cIf thou wish for handsome stuffs, I will show them to thee; for I have wares that beseem persons of every condition.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cO my son, I want somewhat costly of price and seemly to sight; brief, the best thou hast.\u201d \u201cThou must needs tell me for whom thou seekest it, that I may show thee goods according to the rank of the requiter.\u201d \u201cThou speakest sooth, O my son,\u201d said she. \u201cI want somewhat for my mistress, Hayat al-Nufus, daughter of Abd al-Kadir, lord of this land and King of this country.\u201d Now when Ardashir heard his mistress\u2019s name, his reason flew for joy and his heart fluttered and he gave no order to slave or servant, but, putting his hand behind him, pulled out a purse of an hundred dinars and offered it to the old woman, saying,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_11": "\u201d replied the Overseer and brought them without stay or delay the key of a shop, which he caused the brokers sweep and clean. And they did his bidding. Then the Wazir sent for a high mattress, stuffed with ostrich-down, and set it up in the shop, spreading upon it a small prayer-carpet, and a cushion fringed with broidery of red gold. Moreover he brought pillows and transported thither so much of the goods and stuffs that he had brought with him as filled the shop. Next morning the young Prince came and opening the shop, seated himself on the divan, and stationed two Mamelukes, clad in the richest of raiment before him and two black slaves of the goodliest of the Abyssinians in the lower part of the shop. The Wazir enjoined him to keep his secret from the folk, so thereby he might find aid in the winning of his wishes; then he left him and charging him to acquaint him with what befel him in the shop, day by day returned to the Khan. The Prince sat in the shop till night as he were the moon at its fullest, whilst the folk, hearing tell of his comeliness, flocked to the place, without errand, to gaze on his beauty and loveliness and symmetry and perfect grace and glorify the Almighty who created and shaped him, till none could pass through that bazar for the excessive crowding of the folk about him. The King\u2019s son turned right and left, abashed at the throng of people that stared at him, hoping to make acquaintance with some one about the court, of whom he might get news of the Princess; but he found no way to this, wherefore his breast was straitened. Meanwhile, the Wazir daily promised him the attainment of his desire and the case so continued for a time till, one morning, as the youth sat in the shop, there came up an old woman of respectable semblance and dignified presence clad in raiment of devotees[FN#267] and followed by two slave-girls like moons. She stopped before the shop and, having considered the Prince awhile, cried, \u201cGlory be to God who fashioned that face and perfected that figure!\u201d Then she saluted him and he returned her salam and seated her by his side. Quoth she, \u201cWhence cometh thou, O fair of favour?\u201d; and quoth he, \u201cFrom the parts of Hind, O my mother; and I have come to this city to see the world and look about me.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cHonour to thee for a visitor! What goods and stuffs hast thou? Show me something handsome, fit for Kings.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cIf thou wish for handsome stuffs, I will show them to thee; for I have wares that beseem persons of every condition.\u201d \u201cO my son, I want somewhat costly of price and seemly to sight; brief, the best thou hast.\u201d \u201cThou must needs tell me for whom thou seekest it, that I may show thee goods according to the rank of the requiter.\u201d \u201cThou speakest sooth, O my son,\u201d said she. \u201cI want somewhat for my mistress, Hayat al-Nufus, daughter of Abd al-Kadir, lord of this land and King of this country", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_13": "\u201d Then she saluted him and he returned her salam and seated her by his side. Quoth she, \u201cWhence cometh thou, O fair of favour?\u201d; and quoth he, \u201cFrom the parts of Hind, O my mother; and I have come to this city to see the world and look about me.\u201d \u201cHonour to thee for a visitor! What goods and stuffs hast thou? Show me something handsome, fit for Kings.\u201d \u201cIf thou wish for handsome stuffs, I will show them to thee; for I have wares that beseem persons of every condition.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cO my son, I want somewhat costly of price and seemly to sight; brief, the best thou hast.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cThou must needs tell me for whom thou seekest it, that I may show thee goods according to the rank of the requiter.\u201d \u201cThou speakest sooth, O my son,\u201d said she. \u201cI want somewhat for my mistress, Hayat al-Nufus, daughter of Abd al-Kadir, lord of this land and King of this country.\u201d Now when Ardashir heard his mistress\u2019s name, his reason flew for joy and his heart fluttered and he gave no order to slave or servant, but, putting his hand behind him, pulled out a purse of an hundred dinars and offered it to the old woman, saying,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_15": "\u201cHonour to thee for a visitor! What goods and stuffs hast thou? Show me something handsome, fit for Kings.\u201d \u201cIf thou wish for handsome stuffs, I will show them to thee; for I have wares that beseem persons of every condition.\u201d \u201cO my son, I want somewhat costly of price and seemly to sight; brief, the best thou hast.\u201d \u201cThou must needs tell me for whom thou seekest it, that I may show thee goods according to the rank of the requiter.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cThou speakest sooth, O my son,\u201d<|Q|> said she. \u201cI want somewhat for my mistress, Hayat al-Nufus, daughter of Abd al-Kadir, lord of this land and King of this country.\u201d Now when Ardashir heard his mistress\u2019s name, his reason flew for joy and his heart fluttered and he gave no order to slave or servant, but, putting his hand behind him, pulled out a purse of an hundred dinars and offered it to the old woman, saying, \u201cThis is for the washing of thy clothes", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_14": "\u201cFrom the parts of Hind, O my mother; and I have come to this city to see the world and look about me.\u201d \u201cHonour to thee for a visitor! What goods and stuffs hast thou? Show me something handsome, fit for Kings.\u201d \u201cIf thou wish for handsome stuffs, I will show them to thee; for I have wares that beseem persons of every condition.\u201d \u201cO my son, I want somewhat costly of price and seemly to sight; brief, the best thou hast.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cThou must needs tell me for whom thou seekest it, that I may show thee goods according to the rank of the requiter.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cThou speakest sooth, O my son,\u201d said she. \u201cI want somewhat for my mistress, Hayat al-Nufus, daughter of Abd al-Kadir, lord of this land and King of this country.\u201d Now when Ardashir heard his mistress\u2019s name, his reason flew for joy and his heart fluttered and he gave no order to slave or servant, but, putting his hand behind him, pulled out a purse of an hundred dinars and offered it to the old woman, saying,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_16": "\u201cHonour to thee for a visitor! What goods and stuffs hast thou? Show me something handsome, fit for Kings.\u201d \u201cIf thou wish for handsome stuffs, I will show them to thee; for I have wares that beseem persons of every condition.\u201d \u201cO my son, I want somewhat costly of price and seemly to sight; brief, the best thou hast.\u201d \u201cThou must needs tell me for whom thou seekest it, that I may show thee goods according to the rank of the requiter.\u201d \u201cThou speakest sooth, O my son,\u201d said she. <|Q|>\u201cI want somewhat for my mistress, Hayat al-Nufus, daughter of Abd al-Kadir, lord of this land and King of this country.\u201d<|Q|> Now when Ardashir heard his mistress\u2019s name, his reason flew for joy and his heart fluttered and he gave no order to slave or servant, but, putting his hand behind him, pulled out a purse of an hundred dinars and offered it to the old woman, saying, \u201cThis is for the washing of thy clothes.\u201d Then he again put forth his hand and brought out of a wrapper a dress worth ten thousand dinars or more and said to her, \u201cThis is of that which I have brought to your country", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_39": "Izzy's face seemed to drop toward the floor. Sheila came up off the couch with a choking cry and leaped for the door. Mother Corey's immense arm moved out casually, sweeping her back onto the couch.\n\n<|Q|>\"Very convenient,\"<|Q|> the old man said. \"The two of you simply fill out a form -- I've got a few left from the last time -- and get Izzy and me to witness it. Drop it in the mail, and you're married.\"\n\n\"If you think I'd marry you, you filthy -- \" Sheila began.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_18": "\u201cI want somewhat for my mistress, Hayat al-Nufus, daughter of Abd al-Kadir, lord of this land and King of this country.\u201d Now when Ardashir heard his mistress\u2019s name, his reason flew for joy and his heart fluttered and he gave no order to slave or servant, but, putting his hand behind him, pulled out a purse of an hundred dinars and offered it to the old woman, saying, \u201cThis is for the washing of thy clothes.\u201d Then he again put forth his hand and brought out of a wrapper a dress worth ten thousand dinars or more and said to her, <|Q|>\u201cThis is of that which I have brought to your country.\u201d<|Q|> When the old woman saw it, it pleased her and she asked, \u201cWhat is the price of this dress, O perfect in qualities?\u201d Answered he, \u201cI will take no price for it!\u201d whereupon she thanked him and repeated her question; but he said, \u201cBy Allah, I will take no price for it. I make thee a present of it, an the Princess will not accept it and \u2019tis a guest-gift from me to thee. Alhamdolillah \u2014 Glory be to God \u2014 who hath brought us together, so that, if one day I have a want, I shall find in thee a helper to me in winning it", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_51": "\u201cWoe to thee, O nurse! What is the name of this dog who durst write this language to a King\u2019s daughter? What affinity is there between me and this hound that he should address me thus? By Almighty Allah, Lord of the well Zemzem and of the Hatim Wall,[FN#271] but that I fear the Omnipotent, the Most High, I would send and bind the cur\u2019s hands behind him and slit his nostrils, and shear off his nose and ears and after, by way of example, crucify him on the gate of the bazar wherein is his booth!\u201d When the old woman heard these words, she waxed yellow; her side-muscles[FN#272] quivered and her tongue clave to her mouth; but she heartened her heart and said, <|Q|>\u201cSoftly, O my lady! What is there in his letter to trouble thee thus? Is it aught but a memorial containing his complaint to thee of poverty or oppression, from which he hopeth to be relieved by thy favour?\u201d<|Q|> Replied she, \u201cNo, by Allah, O my nurse, \u2019tis naught of this; but verses and shameful words! However, O my nurse, this dog must be in one of three cases: either he is Jinn-mad, and hath no wit, or he seeketh his own slaughter, or else he is assisted to his wish of me by some one of exceeding puissance and a mighty Sultan. Or hath he heard that I am one of the baggages of the city, who lie a night or two with whosoever seeketh them, that he writeth me immodest verses to debauch my reason by talking of such matters", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_40": "Izzy's face seemed to drop toward the floor. Sheila came up off the couch with a choking cry and leaped for the door. Mother Corey's immense arm moved out casually, sweeping her back onto the couch.\n\n\"Very convenient,\" the old man said. <|Q|>\"The two of you simply fill out a form -- I've got a few left from the last time -- and get Izzy and me to witness it. Drop it in the mail, and you're married.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"If you think I'd marry you, you filthy -- \" Sheila began.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_10_delray_64kb_42": "\"If you think I'd marry you, you filthy -- \" Sheila began.\n\nMother Corey listened attentively. \"Rich, but not very imaginative,\" he said thoughtfully. <|Q|>\"But she'll learn. Izzy, I have a feeling we should let them settle their differences.\"<|Q|>\n\nAs the door shut behind them, Gordon yanked Sheila back to the couch. \"Shut up!\" he told her. \"This isn't a game. Hell's popping here -- you know that better than most people. And I'm up to my neck in it. If I've got to marry you to keep you out of my hair, I will.\"", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_58": "\u201cO my son, Allah never cause thine eyes to weep nor thy heart to mourn! What can be more gracious than that she should answer thy letter when thou hast done what thou diddest?\u201d He replied, \u201cO my mother what shall I do for a subtle device? Behold, she writeth to me, threatening me with death and crucifixion and forbidding me from writing to her; and I, by Allah, see my death to be better than my life; but I beg thee of thy grace[FN#273] to carry her another letter from me.\u201d She said, <|Q|>\u201cWrite and I warrant I\u2019ll bring thee an answer. By Allah, I will assuredly venture my life to win for thee thy wish, though I die to pleasure thee!\u201d<|Q|> He thanked her and kissing her hands, wrote these verses,\n\n\u201cDo you threaten me wi\u2019 death for my loving you so well? * When Death to me were rest and all dying is by Fate? And man\u2019s death is but a boon, when so longsome to him grows * His life, and rejected he lives in lonest state: Then visit ye a lover who hath ne\u2019er a soul to aid; * For on pious works of men Heaven\u2019s blessing shall await. But an ye be resolved on this deed then up and on; * I\u2019m in bonds to you, a bondsman confined within your gate: What path have I whose patience without you is no more? * How is this, when a lover\u2019s heart in stress of love is strait? O my lady show me ruth, who by passion am misused; * For all who love the noble stand for evermore excused.\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_23": "\u201cBy Allah, I will take no price for it. I make thee a present of it, an the Princess will not accept it and \u2019tis a guest-gift from me to thee. Alhamdolillah \u2014 Glory be to God \u2014 who hath brought us together, so that, if one day I have a want, I shall find in thee a helper to me in winning it!\u201d She marvelled at the goodliness of his speech and the excess of his generosity and the perfection of his courtesy and said to him, \u201cWhat is thy name, O my lord?\u201d He replied, <|Q|>\u201cMy name is Ardashir;\u201d<|Q|> and she cried, \u201cBy Allah this is a rare name! Therewith are Kings\u2019 sons named, and thou art in a guise of the sons of the merchants!\u201d Quoth he, \u201cOf the love my father bore me, he gave me this name, but a name signifieth naught;\u201d and quoth she in wonder, \u201cO my son, take the price of thy goods.\u201d But he swore that he would not take aught. Then the old lady said to him,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_59": "\u201cDo you threaten me wi\u2019 death for my loving you so well? * When Death to me were rest and all dying is by Fate? And man\u2019s death is but a boon, when so longsome to him grows * His life, and rejected he lives in lonest state: Then visit ye a lover who hath ne\u2019er a soul to aid; * For on pious works of men Heaven\u2019s blessing shall await. But an ye be resolved on this deed then up and on; * I\u2019m in bonds to you, a bondsman confined within your gate: What path have I whose patience without you is no more? * How is this, when a lover\u2019s heart in stress of love is strait? O my lady show me ruth, who by passion am misused; * For all who love the noble stand for evermore excused.\u201d\n\nHe then folded the scroll and gave it to the old woman, together with two purses of two hundred dinars, which she would have refused, but he conjured her by oath to accept of them. So she took them both and said, <|Q|>\u201cNeeds must I bring thee to thy desire, despite the noses of thy foes.\u201d<|Q|> Then she repaired to the palace and gave the letter to Hayat al-Nufus who said, \u201cWhat is this, O my nurse? Here are we in a correspondence and thou coming and going! Indeed, I fear lest the matter get wind and we be disgraced.\u201d Rejoined the old woman, \u201cHow so, O my lady? Who dare speak such word?\u201d So she took the letter and after reading and understanding it she smote hand on hand, saying \u201cVerily, this is a calamity which is fallen upon us, and I know not whence this young man came to us", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_26": "\u201d She marvelled at the goodliness of his speech and the excess of his generosity and the perfection of his courtesy and said to him, \u201cWhat is thy name, O my lord?\u201d He replied, \u201cMy name is Ardashir;\u201d and she cried, \u201cBy Allah this is a rare name! Therewith are Kings\u2019 sons named, and thou art in a guise of the sons of the merchants!\u201d Quoth he, \u201cOf the love my father bore me, he gave me this name, but a name signifieth naught;\u201d and quoth she in wonder, <|Q|>\u201cO my son, take the price of thy goods.\u201d<|Q|> But he swore that he would not take aught. Then the old lady said to him, \u201cO my dear one, Truth (I would have thee know) is the greatest of all things and thou hadst not dealt thus generously by me but for a special reason: so tell me thy case and thy secret thought; belike thou hast some wish to whose winning I may help thee.\u201d Thereupon he laid his hand in hers and, after exacting an oath of secrecy, told her the whole story of his passion for the Princess and his condition by reason thereof. The old woman shook her head and said, \u201cTrue; but O my son, the wise say, in the current adage, \u2018An thou wouldest be obeyed, abstain from ordering what may not be made\u2019; and thou, my son, thy name is Merchant, and though thou hadst the keys of the Hidden Hoards, yet wouldst thou be called naught but Merchant. An thou wouldst rise to high rank, according to thy station, then seek the hand of a Kazi\u2019s daughter or even an Emir\u2019s; but why, O my son, aspirest thou to none but the daughter of the King of the age and the time, and she a clean maid, who knoweth nothing of the things of the world and hath never in her life seen anything but her palace wherein she dwelleth? Yet, for all her tender age, she is intelligent, shrewd, vivacious, penetrating, quick of wit, sharp of act and rare of rede: her father hath no other child and she is dearer to him than his life and soul. Every morning he cometh to her and giveth her good-morrow, and all who dwell in the palace stand in dread of her. Think not, O my son, that any dare bespeak her with aught of these words; nor is there any way for me thereto. By Allah, O my son, my heart and vitals love thee and were it in my power to give thee access to her, I would assuredly do it; but I will tell thee somewhat, wherein Allah may haply appoint the healing of thy heart, and will risk life and goods for thee, till I win thy will for thee.\u201d He asked,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_25": "\u201cBy Allah, I will take no price for it. I make thee a present of it, an the Princess will not accept it and \u2019tis a guest-gift from me to thee. Alhamdolillah \u2014 Glory be to God \u2014 who hath brought us together, so that, if one day I have a want, I shall find in thee a helper to me in winning it!\u201d She marvelled at the goodliness of his speech and the excess of his generosity and the perfection of his courtesy and said to him, \u201cWhat is thy name, O my lord?\u201d He replied, \u201cMy name is Ardashir;\u201d and she cried, \u201cBy Allah this is a rare name! Therewith are Kings\u2019 sons named, and thou art in a guise of the sons of the merchants!\u201d Quoth he, <|Q|>\u201cOf the love my father bore me, he gave me this name, but a name signifieth naught;\u201d<|Q|> and quoth she in wonder, \u201cO my son, take the price of thy goods.\u201d But he swore that he would not take aught. Then the old lady said to him, \u201cO my dear one, Truth (I would have thee know) is the greatest of all things and thou hadst not dealt thus generously by me but for a special reason: so tell me thy case and thy secret thought; belike thou hast some wish to whose winning I may help thee.\u201d Thereupon he laid his hand in hers and, after exacting an oath of secrecy, told her the whole story of his passion for the Princess and his condition by reason thereof. The old woman shook her head and said, \u201cTrue; but O my son, the wise say, in the current adage, \u2018An thou wouldest be obeyed, abstain from ordering what may not be made\u2019; and thou, my son, thy name is Merchant, and though thou hadst the keys of the Hidden Hoards, yet wouldst thou be called naught but Merchant. An thou wouldst rise to high rank, according to thy station, then seek the hand of a Kazi\u2019s daughter or even an Emir\u2019s; but why, O my son, aspirest thou to none but the daughter of the King of the age and the time, and she a clean maid, who knoweth nothing of the things of the world and hath never in her life seen anything but her palace wherein she dwelleth? Yet, for all her tender age, she is intelligent, shrewd, vivacious, penetrating, quick of wit, sharp of act and rare of rede: her father hath no other child and she is dearer to him than his life and soul. Every morning he cometh to her and giveth her good-morrow, and all who dwell in the palace stand in dread of her. Think not, O my son, that any dare bespeak her with aught of these words; nor is there any way for me thereto. By Allah, O my son, my heart and vitals love thee and were it in my power to give thee access to her, I would assuredly do it; but I will tell thee somewhat, wherein Allah may haply appoint the healing of thy heart, and will risk life and goods for thee, till I win thy will for thee.\u201d He asked,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_29": "\u201d Thereupon he laid his hand in hers and, after exacting an oath of secrecy, told her the whole story of his passion for the Princess and his condition by reason thereof. The old woman shook her head and said, \u201cTrue; but O my son, the wise say, in the current adage, \u2018An thou wouldest be obeyed, abstain from ordering what may not be made\u2019; and thou, my son, thy name is Merchant, and though thou hadst the keys of the Hidden Hoards, yet wouldst thou be called naught but Merchant. An thou wouldst rise to high rank, according to thy station, then seek the hand of a Kazi\u2019s daughter or even an Emir\u2019s; but why, O my son, aspirest thou to none but the daughter of the King of the age and the time, and she a clean maid, who knoweth nothing of the things of the world and hath never in her life seen anything but her palace wherein she dwelleth? Yet, for all her tender age, she is intelligent, shrewd, vivacious, penetrating, quick of wit, sharp of act and rare of rede: her father hath no other child and she is dearer to him than his life and soul. Every morning he cometh to her and giveth her good-morrow, and all who dwell in the palace stand in dread of her. Think not, O my son, that any dare bespeak her with aught of these words; nor is there any way for me thereto. By Allah, O my son, my heart and vitals love thee and were it in my power to give thee access to her, I would assuredly do it; but I will tell thee somewhat, wherein Allah may haply appoint the healing of thy heart, and will risk life and goods for thee, till I win thy will for thee.\u201d He asked, \u201cAnd what is that, O my mother?\u201d and she answered, <|Q|>\u201cSeek of me the daughter of a Wazir or an Emir, and I will grant thy request; but it may not be that one should mount from earth to heaven at one bound.\u201d<|Q|> When the Prince heard this, he replied to her with courtesy and sense, \u201cO my mother, thou art a woman of wit and knowest how things go. Say me doth a man, when his head irketh him, bind up his hand?\u201d Quoth she, \u201cNo, by Allah, O my son\u201d; and quoth he, \u201cEven so my heart seeketh none but her and naught slayeth me but love of her. By Allah, I am a dead man, and I find not one to counsel me aright and succour me! Allah upon thee, O my mother, take pity on my strangerhood and the streaming of my tears", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_28": "\u201d Thereupon he laid his hand in hers and, after exacting an oath of secrecy, told her the whole story of his passion for the Princess and his condition by reason thereof. The old woman shook her head and said, \u201cTrue; but O my son, the wise say, in the current adage, \u2018An thou wouldest be obeyed, abstain from ordering what may not be made\u2019; and thou, my son, thy name is Merchant, and though thou hadst the keys of the Hidden Hoards, yet wouldst thou be called naught but Merchant. An thou wouldst rise to high rank, according to thy station, then seek the hand of a Kazi\u2019s daughter or even an Emir\u2019s; but why, O my son, aspirest thou to none but the daughter of the King of the age and the time, and she a clean maid, who knoweth nothing of the things of the world and hath never in her life seen anything but her palace wherein she dwelleth? Yet, for all her tender age, she is intelligent, shrewd, vivacious, penetrating, quick of wit, sharp of act and rare of rede: her father hath no other child and she is dearer to him than his life and soul. Every morning he cometh to her and giveth her good-morrow, and all who dwell in the palace stand in dread of her. Think not, O my son, that any dare bespeak her with aught of these words; nor is there any way for me thereto. By Allah, O my son, my heart and vitals love thee and were it in my power to give thee access to her, I would assuredly do it; but I will tell thee somewhat, wherein Allah may haply appoint the healing of thy heart, and will risk life and goods for thee, till I win thy will for thee.\u201d He asked, <|Q|>\u201cAnd what is that, O my mother?\u201d<|Q|> and she answered, \u201cSeek of me the daughter of a Wazir or an Emir, and I will grant thy request; but it may not be that one should mount from earth to heaven at one bound.\u201d When the Prince heard this, he replied to her with courtesy and sense, \u201cO my mother, thou art a woman of wit and knowest how things go. Say me doth a man, when his head irketh him, bind up his hand?\u201d Quoth she,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_31": "\u201d and she answered, \u201cSeek of me the daughter of a Wazir or an Emir, and I will grant thy request; but it may not be that one should mount from earth to heaven at one bound.\u201d When the Prince heard this, he replied to her with courtesy and sense, \u201cO my mother, thou art a woman of wit and knowest how things go. Say me doth a man, when his head irketh him, bind up his hand?\u201d Quoth she, <|Q|>\u201cNo, by Allah, O my son\u201d<|Q|>; and quoth he, \u201cEven so my heart seeketh none but her and naught slayeth me but love of her. By Allah, I am a dead man, and I find not one to counsel me aright and succour me! Allah upon thee, O my mother, take pity on my strangerhood and the streaming of my tears!\u201d \u2014 \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seven Hundred and Twenty-second Night,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_33": "When it was the Seven Hundred and Twenty-second Night,\n\nShe resumed, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Ardashir, the King\u2019s son said to the old woman, <|Q|>\u201cAllah upon thee, O my mother, take pity on my strangerhood and the streaming of my tears.\u201d<|Q|> Replied she, \u201cBy Allah, O my son, thy words rend my heart, but my hand hath no cunning wherewith to help thee.\u201d Quoth he, \u201cI beseech thee of thy favour, carry her a letter and kiss her hands for me.\u201d So she had compassion on him and said, \u201cWrite what thou wilt and I will bear it to her.\u201d When he heard this, he was ready to fly for joy and calling for ink-case and paper, wrote these couplets,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_30": "\u201d Thereupon he laid his hand in hers and, after exacting an oath of secrecy, told her the whole story of his passion for the Princess and his condition by reason thereof. The old woman shook her head and said, \u201cTrue; but O my son, the wise say, in the current adage, \u2018An thou wouldest be obeyed, abstain from ordering what may not be made\u2019; and thou, my son, thy name is Merchant, and though thou hadst the keys of the Hidden Hoards, yet wouldst thou be called naught but Merchant. An thou wouldst rise to high rank, according to thy station, then seek the hand of a Kazi\u2019s daughter or even an Emir\u2019s; but why, O my son, aspirest thou to none but the daughter of the King of the age and the time, and she a clean maid, who knoweth nothing of the things of the world and hath never in her life seen anything but her palace wherein she dwelleth? Yet, for all her tender age, she is intelligent, shrewd, vivacious, penetrating, quick of wit, sharp of act and rare of rede: her father hath no other child and she is dearer to him than his life and soul. Every morning he cometh to her and giveth her good-morrow, and all who dwell in the palace stand in dread of her. Think not, O my son, that any dare bespeak her with aught of these words; nor is there any way for me thereto. By Allah, O my son, my heart and vitals love thee and were it in my power to give thee access to her, I would assuredly do it; but I will tell thee somewhat, wherein Allah may haply appoint the healing of thy heart, and will risk life and goods for thee, till I win thy will for thee.\u201d He asked, \u201cAnd what is that, O my mother?\u201d and she answered, \u201cSeek of me the daughter of a Wazir or an Emir, and I will grant thy request; but it may not be that one should mount from earth to heaven at one bound.\u201d When the Prince heard this, he replied to her with courtesy and sense, <|Q|>\u201cO my mother, thou art a woman of wit and knowest how things go. Say me doth a man, when his head irketh him, bind up his hand?\u201d<|Q|> Quoth she, \u201cNo, by Allah, O my son\u201d; and quoth he, \u201cEven so my heart seeketh none but her and naught slayeth me but love of her. By Allah, I am a dead man, and I find not one to counsel me aright and succour me! Allah upon thee, O my mother, take pity on my strangerhood and the streaming of my tears!\u201d \u2014 \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_34": "When it was the Seven Hundred and Twenty-second Night,\n\nShe resumed, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Ardashir, the King\u2019s son said to the old woman, \u201cAllah upon thee, O my mother, take pity on my strangerhood and the streaming of my tears.\u201d Replied she, <|Q|>\u201cBy Allah, O my son, thy words rend my heart, but my hand hath no cunning wherewith to help thee.\u201d<|Q|> Quoth he, \u201cI beseech thee of thy favour, carry her a letter and kiss her hands for me.\u201d So she had compassion on him and said, \u201cWrite what thou wilt and I will bear it to her.\u201d When he heard this, he was ready to fly for joy and calling for ink-case and paper, wrote these couplets,\n\n\u201cO Hay\u00e1t al-Nuf\u00fas, be gen\u2019rous, and incline * To one who loving thee for parting\u2019s doomed to pine. I was in all delight, in gladsomest of life, * But now I am distraught with sufferings condign. To wakefulness I cling through longsomeness of night * And with me sorrow chats[FN#268] through each sad eve of mine; Pity a lover sad, a sore afflicted wretch * Whose eyelids ever ulcered are with tearful brine; And when the morning comes at last, the real morn * He finds him drunken and distraught with passion\u2019s wine.\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_36": "She resumed, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Ardashir, the King\u2019s son said to the old woman, \u201cAllah upon thee, O my mother, take pity on my strangerhood and the streaming of my tears.\u201d Replied she, \u201cBy Allah, O my son, thy words rend my heart, but my hand hath no cunning wherewith to help thee.\u201d Quoth he, \u201cI beseech thee of thy favour, carry her a letter and kiss her hands for me.\u201d So she had compassion on him and said, <|Q|>\u201cWrite what thou wilt and I will bear it to her.\u201d<|Q|> When he heard this, he was ready to fly for joy and calling for ink-case and paper, wrote these couplets,\n\n\u201cO Hay\u00e1t al-Nuf\u00fas, be gen\u2019rous, and incline * To one who loving thee for parting\u2019s doomed to pine. I was in all delight, in gladsomest of life, * But now I am distraught with sufferings condign. To wakefulness I cling through longsomeness of night * And with me sorrow chats[FN#268] through each sad eve of mine; Pity a lover sad, a sore afflicted wretch * Whose eyelids ever ulcered are with tearful brine; And when the morning comes at last, the real morn * He finds him drunken and distraught with passion\u2019s wine.\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_71": "\u201d She thanked him and kissed his hands, after which she returned to the palace and gave the letter to the Princess, who took it and read it and throwing it from her fingers, sprang to her feet. Then she walked, shod as she was with pattens of gold, set with pearls and jewels, till she came to her sire\u2019s palace, whilst the vein of anger started out between her eyes, and none dared ask her of her case. When she reached the palace, she enquired for the King, and the slave-girls and concubines replied to her, \u201cO my lady, he is gone forth a-hunting and sporting.\u201d So she returned, as she were a rending lioness, and bespake none for the space of three hours, when her brow cleared and her wrath cooled. As soon as the old woman saw that her irk and anger were past, she went up to her and, kissing ground between her hands, asked her, <|Q|>\u201cO my lady, whither went those noble steps?\u201d<|Q|> The Princess answered, \u201cTo the palace of the King my sire.\u201d \u201cAnd could no one do thine errand?\u201d enquired the nurse. Replied the Princess, \u201cNo, for I went to acquaint him of that which hath befallen me with yonder cur of a merchant, so he might lay hands on him and on all the merchants of his bazar and crucify them over their shops nor suffer a single foreign merchant to tarry in our town.\u201d Quoth the old woman, \u201cAnd was this thine only reason, O my lady, for going to thy sire?\u201d; and quoth Hayat al-Nufus,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_38": "\u201cO Hay\u00e1t al-Nuf\u00fas, be gen\u2019rous, and incline * To one who loving thee for parting\u2019s doomed to pine. I was in all delight, in gladsomest of life, * But now I am distraught with sufferings condign. To wakefulness I cling through longsomeness of night * And with me sorrow chats[FN#268] through each sad eve of mine; Pity a lover sad, a sore afflicted wretch * Whose eyelids ever ulcered are with tearful brine; And when the morning comes at last, the real morn * He finds him drunken and distraught with passion\u2019s wine.\u201d\n\nThen he folded the scroll and kissing it, gave it to the old woman; after which he put his hand to a chest and took out a second purse containing an hundred dinars, which he presented to her, saying, <|Q|>\u201cDivide this among the slave-girls.\u201d<|Q|> She refused it and cried, \u201cBy Allah, O my son, I am not with thee for aught of this!\u201d; however, he thanked her and answered, \u201cThere is no help but that thou accept of it.\u201d So she took it and kissing his hands, returned home; and going in to the Princess, cried, \u201cO my lady, I have brought thee somewhat the like whereof is not with the people of our city, and it cometh from a handsome young man, than whom there is not a goodlier on earth\u2019s face", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_35": "When it was the Seven Hundred and Twenty-second Night,\n\nShe resumed, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Ardashir, the King\u2019s son said to the old woman, \u201cAllah upon thee, O my mother, take pity on my strangerhood and the streaming of my tears.\u201d Replied she, \u201cBy Allah, O my son, thy words rend my heart, but my hand hath no cunning wherewith to help thee.\u201d Quoth he, <|Q|>\u201cI beseech thee of thy favour, carry her a letter and kiss her hands for me.\u201d<|Q|> So she had compassion on him and said, \u201cWrite what thou wilt and I will bear it to her.\u201d When he heard this, he was ready to fly for joy and calling for ink-case and paper, wrote these couplets,\n\n\u201cO Hay\u00e1t al-Nuf\u00fas, be gen\u2019rous, and incline * To one who loving thee for parting\u2019s doomed to pine. I was in all delight, in gladsomest of life, * But now I am distraught with sufferings condign. To wakefulness I cling through longsomeness of night * And with me sorrow chats[FN#268] through each sad eve of mine; Pity a lover sad, a sore afflicted wretch * Whose eyelids ever ulcered are with tearful brine; And when the morning comes at last, the real morn * He finds him drunken and distraught with passion\u2019s wine.\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_40": "Then he folded the scroll and kissing it, gave it to the old woman; after which he put his hand to a chest and took out a second purse containing an hundred dinars, which he presented to her, saying, \u201cDivide this among the slave-girls.\u201d She refused it and cried, \u201cBy Allah, O my son, I am not with thee for aught of this!\u201d; however, he thanked her and answered, \u201cThere is no help but that thou accept of it.\u201d So she took it and kissing his hands, returned home; and going in to the Princess, cried, <|Q|>\u201cO my lady, I have brought thee somewhat the like whereof is not with the people of our city, and it cometh from a handsome young man, than whom there is not a goodlier on earth\u2019s face!\u201d<|Q|> She asked \u201cO my nurse, and whence cometh the youth?\u201d and the old woman answered, \u201cFrom the parts of Hind; and he hath given me this dress of gold brocade, embroidered with pearls and gems and worth the Kingdom of Chosro\u00ebs and C\u00e6sar.\u201d Thereupon she opened the dress and the whole palace was illuminated by its brightness, because of the beauty of its fashion and the wealth of unions and jewels wherewith it was broidered, and all who were present marvelled at it. The Princess examined it and, judging it to be worth no less than a whole year\u2019s revenue of her father\u2019s kingdom, said to the old woman,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_75": "\u201d enquired the nurse. Replied the Princess, \u201cNo, for I went to acquaint him of that which hath befallen me with yonder cur of a merchant, so he might lay hands on him and on all the merchants of his bazar and crucify them over their shops nor suffer a single foreign merchant to tarry in our town.\u201d Quoth the old woman, \u201cAnd was this thine only reason, O my lady, for going to thy sire?\u201d; and quoth Hayat al-Nufus, <|Q|>\u201cYes, but I found him absent a-hunting and sporting and now I await his return.\u201d<|Q|> Cried the old nurse, \u201cI take refuge with Allah, the All-hearing, the All-knowing! Praised be He! O my lady, thou art the most sensible of women and how couldst thou think of telling the King these fond words, which it behoveth none to publish?\u201d Asked the Princess, \u201cAnd why so?\u201d and the nurse answered, \u201cSuppose thou had found the King in his palace and told him all this tale and he had sent after the merchants and commanded to hang them over their shops, the folk would have seen them hanging and asked the reason and it would have been answered them, \u2018They sought to seduce the King\u2019s daughter.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_42": "\u201d She refused it and cried, \u201cBy Allah, O my son, I am not with thee for aught of this!\u201d; however, he thanked her and answered, \u201cThere is no help but that thou accept of it.\u201d So she took it and kissing his hands, returned home; and going in to the Princess, cried, \u201cO my lady, I have brought thee somewhat the like whereof is not with the people of our city, and it cometh from a handsome young man, than whom there is not a goodlier on earth\u2019s face!\u201d She asked \u201cO my nurse, and whence cometh the youth?\u201d and the old woman answered, <|Q|>\u201cFrom the parts of Hind; and he hath given me this dress of gold brocade, embroidered with pearls and gems and worth the Kingdom of Chosro\u00ebs and C\u00e6sar.\u201d<|Q|> Thereupon she opened the dress and the whole palace was illuminated by its brightness, because of the beauty of its fashion and the wealth of unions and jewels wherewith it was broidered, and all who were present marvelled at it. The Princess examined it and, judging it to be worth no less than a whole year\u2019s revenue of her father\u2019s kingdom, said to the old woman, \u201cO my nurse, cometh this dress from him or from another?\u201d[FN#269] Replied she, \u201cFrom him;\u201d and Hayat al-Nufus asked,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_43": "\u201cFrom the parts of Hind; and he hath given me this dress of gold brocade, embroidered with pearls and gems and worth the Kingdom of Chosro\u00ebs and C\u00e6sar.\u201d Thereupon she opened the dress and the whole palace was illuminated by its brightness, because of the beauty of its fashion and the wealth of unions and jewels wherewith it was broidered, and all who were present marvelled at it. The Princess examined it and, judging it to be worth no less than a whole year\u2019s revenue of her father\u2019s kingdom, said to the old woman, <|Q|>\u201cO my nurse, cometh this dress from him or from another?\u201d[FN#269<|Q|>] Replied she, \u201cFrom him;\u201d and Hayat al-Nufus asked, \u201cIs this trader of our town or a stranger?\u201d The old woman answered, \u201cHe is a foreigner, O my lady, newly come hither; and by Allah he hath servants and slaves; and he is fair of face, symmetrical of form, well mannered, open-handed and open-hearted, never saw I a goodlier than he, save thyself.\u201d The King\u2019s daughter rejoined,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_77": "\u201d Quoth the old woman, \u201cAnd was this thine only reason, O my lady, for going to thy sire?\u201d; and quoth Hayat al-Nufus, \u201cYes, but I found him absent a-hunting and sporting and now I await his return.\u201d Cried the old nurse, \u201cI take refuge with Allah, the All-hearing, the All-knowing! Praised be He! O my lady, thou art the most sensible of women and how couldst thou think of telling the King these fond words, which it behoveth none to publish?\u201d Asked the Princess, <|Q|>\u201cAnd why so?\u201d<|Q|> and the nurse answered, \u201cSuppose thou had found the King in his palace and told him all this tale and he had sent after the merchants and commanded to hang them over their shops, the folk would have seen them hanging and asked the reason and it would have been answered them, \u2018They sought to seduce the King\u2019s daughter.\u2019\u201d \u2014 \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seven Hundred and Twenty-fourth Night,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_45": "\u201d Thereupon she opened the dress and the whole palace was illuminated by its brightness, because of the beauty of its fashion and the wealth of unions and jewels wherewith it was broidered, and all who were present marvelled at it. The Princess examined it and, judging it to be worth no less than a whole year\u2019s revenue of her father\u2019s kingdom, said to the old woman, \u201cO my nurse, cometh this dress from him or from another?\u201d[FN#269] Replied she, \u201cFrom him;\u201d and Hayat al-Nufus asked, \u201cIs this trader of our town or a stranger?\u201d The old woman answered, <|Q|>\u201cHe is a foreigner, O my lady, newly come hither; and by Allah he hath servants and slaves; and he is fair of face, symmetrical of form, well mannered, open-handed and open-hearted, never saw I a goodlier than he, save thyself.\u201d<|Q|> The King\u2019s daughter rejoined, \u201cIndeed this is an extraordinary thing, that a dress like this, which money cannot buy, should be in the hands of a merchant! What price did he set on it, O my nurse?\u201d Quoth she, \u201cBy Allah, he would set no price on it, but gave me back the money thou sentest by me and swore that he would take naught thereof, saying: \u2014 \u2019Tis a gift from me to the King\u2019s daughter; for it beseemeth none but her; and if she will not accept it, I make thee a present of it", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_46": "9] Replied she, \u201cFrom him;\u201d and Hayat al-Nufus asked, \u201cIs this trader of our town or a stranger?\u201d The old woman answered, \u201cHe is a foreigner, O my lady, newly come hither; and by Allah he hath servants and slaves; and he is fair of face, symmetrical of form, well mannered, open-handed and open-hearted, never saw I a goodlier than he, save thyself.\u201d The King\u2019s daughter rejoined, <|Q|>\u201cIndeed this is an extraordinary thing, that a dress like this, which money cannot buy, should be in the hands of a merchant! What price did he set on it, O my nurse?\u201d<|Q|> Quoth she, \u201cBy Allah, he would set no price on it, but gave me back the money thou sentest by me and swore that he would take naught thereof, saying: \u2014 \u2019Tis a gift from me to the King\u2019s daughter; for it beseemeth none but her; and if she will not accept it, I make thee a present of it.\u201d Cried the Princess, \u201cBy Allah, this is indeed marvellous generosity and wondrous munificence! But I fear the issue of his affair, lest haply[FN#270] he be brought to necessity. Why didst thou not ask him, O my nurse, if he had any desire, that we might fulfil it for him", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_2": "On another occasion she asked an Irish farmer if he could send her twenty casks of finest butter to cost not more than 6 pence per pound.\n\nTo which the farmer was rude enough to answer -- <|Q|>\"Not by no manner of means.\"<|Q|>\n\nIn short May's conduct was such that we must hasten to free her from premature condemnation by explaining that she was a female telegraphist in what we may call the literary lungs of London -- the General Post-Office at St. Martin's-le-Grand.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_49": "\u201cBy Allah, he would set no price on it, but gave me back the money thou sentest by me and swore that he would take naught thereof, saying: \u2014 \u2019Tis a gift from me to the King\u2019s daughter; for it beseemeth none but her; and if she will not accept it, I make thee a present of it.\u201d Cried the Princess, \u201cBy Allah, this is indeed marvellous generosity and wondrous munificence! But I fear the issue of his affair, lest haply[FN#270] he be brought to necessity. Why didst thou not ask him, O my nurse, if he had any desire, that we might fulfil it for him?\u201d The nurse replied, <|Q|>\u201cO my lady, I did ask him, and he said to me, \u2018I have indeed a desire\u2019; but he would not tell me what it was. However, he gave me this letter and said, \u2018Carry it to the Princess.\u2019<|Q|>\u201d So Hayat al-Nufus took the letter and opened and read it to the end; whereupon she was sore chafed; and lost temper and changing colour for anger she cried out to the old woman, saying, \u201cWoe to thee, O nurse! What is the name of this dog who durst write this language to a King\u2019s daughter? What affinity is there between me and this hound that he should address me thus? By Almighty Allah, Lord of the well Zemzem and of the Hatim Wall,[FN#271] but that I fear the Omnipotent, the Most High, I would send and bind the cur\u2019s hands behind him and slit his nostrils, and shear off his nose and ears and after, by way of example, crucify him on the gate of the bazar wherein is his booth", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_3": "With a sigh May Maylands cast her eyes on the uppermost telegram. It ran thus: -- \n\n<|Q|>\"Buy the horse at any price. He's a spanker. Let the pigs go for what they'll fetch.\"<|Q|>\n\nThis was enough. Romance, domesticity, and home disappeared, probably with the message along the wire, and the spirit of business descended on the little woman as she applied herself once more to the matter-of-fact manipulation of the keys.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_4": "That evening as May left the Post-Office and turned sharply into the dark street she came into collision with a letter-carrier.\n\n\"Oh! Miss,\" he exclaimed with polite anxiety, <|Q|>\"I beg your pardon. The sleet drivin' in my face prevented my seeing you. You're not hurt I hope.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No, Mr Flint, you haven't hurt me,\" said May, laughing, as she recognised the voice of her own landlord.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_53": "\u201d Rejoined the old woman, \u201cBy Allah, O my lady, thou sayst sooth! But reck not thou of yonder ignorant hound, for thou art seated in thy lofty, firm-builded and unapproachable palace, to which the very birds cannot soar neither the wind pass over it, and as for him, he is clean distraught. Wherefore do thou write him a letter and chide him angrily and spare him no manner of reproof, but threaten him with dreadful threats and menace him with death and say to him, \u2018Whence hast thou knowledge of me, that thou durst write me, O dog of a merchant, O thou who trudgest far and wide all thy days in wilds and wolds for the sake of gaining a dirham or a dinar? By Allah, except thou awake from thy sleep and put off thine intoxication, I will assuredly crucify thee on the gate of the market-street wherein is thy shop!\u2019\u201d Quoth the Princess, <|Q|>\u201cI fear lest he presume, if I write to him\u201d<|Q|>; and quoth the nurse, \u201cAnd pray what is he and what is his rank that he should presume to us? Indeed, we write him but to the intent that his presumption may be cut off and his fear magnified.\u201d And she ceased not craftily to persuade her, till she called for ink-case and paper and wrote him these couplets,\n\n\u201cO thou who claimest to be prey of love and ecstasy; * Thou, who for passion spendest nights in grief and saddest gree: Say, dost thou (haughty one!) desire enjoyment of the moon? * Did man e\u2019er sue the moon for grace whate\u2019er his lunacy? I verily will counsel thee with rede the best to hear: * Cut short this course ere come thou nigh sore risk, nay death, to dree! If thou to this request return, surely on thee shall fall * Sore punishment, for vile offence a grievous penalty. Be reasonable then, be wise, hark back unto thy wits; * Behold, in very truth I speak with best advice to thee: By Him who did all things that be create from nothingness; * Who dressed the face of heaven with stars in brightest radiancy: If in the like of this thy speech thou dare to sin again! * I\u2019ll surely have thee crucified upon a trunk of tree.\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_54": "\u201d Rejoined the old woman, \u201cBy Allah, O my lady, thou sayst sooth! But reck not thou of yonder ignorant hound, for thou art seated in thy lofty, firm-builded and unapproachable palace, to which the very birds cannot soar neither the wind pass over it, and as for him, he is clean distraught. Wherefore do thou write him a letter and chide him angrily and spare him no manner of reproof, but threaten him with dreadful threats and menace him with death and say to him, \u2018Whence hast thou knowledge of me, that thou durst write me, O dog of a merchant, O thou who trudgest far and wide all thy days in wilds and wolds for the sake of gaining a dirham or a dinar? By Allah, except thou awake from thy sleep and put off thine intoxication, I will assuredly crucify thee on the gate of the market-street wherein is thy shop!\u2019\u201d Quoth the Princess, \u201cI fear lest he presume, if I write to him\u201d; and quoth the nurse, <|Q|>\u201cAnd pray what is he and what is his rank that he should presume to us? Indeed, we write him but to the intent that his presumption may be cut off and his fear magnified.\u201d<|Q|> And she ceased not craftily to persuade her, till she called for ink-case and paper and wrote him these couplets,\n\n\u201cO thou who claimest to be prey of love and ecstasy; * Thou, who for passion spendest nights in grief and saddest gree: Say, dost thou (haughty one!) desire enjoyment of the moon? * Did man e\u2019er sue the moon for grace whate\u2019er his lunacy? I verily will counsel thee with rede the best to hear: * Cut short this course ere come thou nigh sore risk, nay death, to dree! If thou to this request return, surely on thee shall fall * Sore punishment, for vile offence a grievous penalty. Be reasonable then, be wise, hark back unto thy wits; * Behold, in very truth I speak with best advice to thee: By Him who did all things that be create from nothingness; * Who dressed the face of heaven with stars in brightest radiancy: If in the like of this thy speech thou dare to sin again! * I\u2019ll surely have thee crucified upon a trunk of tree.\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_55": "When it was the Seven Hundred and Twenty-third Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when the old woman took that letter from Hayat al-Nufus she fared forth till she found the youth who was sitting in his shop and gave it to him, saying, <|Q|>\u201cRead thine answer and know that when she perused thy paper she was wroth with exceeding wrath; but I soothed her and spake her fair, till she consented to write thee a reply.\u201d<|Q|> He took the letter joyfully but, when he had read it and understood its drift, he wept sore, whereat the old woman\u2019s heart ached and she cried, \u201cO my son, Allah never cause thine eyes to weep nor thy heart to mourn! What can be more gracious than that she should answer thy letter when thou hast done what thou diddest?\u201d He replied, \u201cO my mother what shall I do for a subtle device? Behold, she writeth to me, threatening me with death and crucifixion and forbidding me from writing to her; and I, by Allah, see my death to be better than my life; but I beg thee of thy grace[FN#273] to carry her another letter from me", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_9": "The old 'ooman to whom Solomon Flint referred was his grandmother. Flint himself had spent the greater part of his life in the service of the Post-Office, and was now a widower, well stricken in years. His grandmother was one of those almost indestructible specimens of humanity who live on until the visage becomes deeply corrugated, contemporaries have become extinct, and age has become a matter of uncertainty. Flint had always been a good grandson, but when his wife died the love he had borne to her seemed to have been transferred with additional vehemence to the \"old 'ooman.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"There's a present for you, old 'ooman,\"<|Q|> said Flint, placing the paper of sausages on the table on entering his humble abode, and proceeding to divest himself of his waterproof cape; \"just let me catch hold of a fryin'-pan and I'll give you to understand what a blow-out means.\"\n\n\"You're a good laddie, Sol,\" said the old woman, rousing herself and speaking in a voice that sounded as if it had begun its career far back in the previous century.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_27": "\u201d and she cried, \u201cBy Allah this is a rare name! Therewith are Kings\u2019 sons named, and thou art in a guise of the sons of the merchants!\u201d Quoth he, \u201cOf the love my father bore me, he gave me this name, but a name signifieth naught;\u201d and quoth she in wonder, \u201cO my son, take the price of thy goods.\u201d But he swore that he would not take aught. Then the old lady said to him, <|Q|>\u201cO my dear one, Truth (I would have thee know) is the greatest of all things and thou hadst not dealt thus generously by me but for a special reason: so tell me thy case and thy secret thought; belike thou hast some wish to whose winning I may help thee.\u201d<|Q|> Thereupon he laid his hand in hers and, after exacting an oath of secrecy, told her the whole story of his passion for the Princess and his condition by reason thereof. The old woman shook her head and said, \u201cTrue; but O my son, the wise say, in the current adage, \u2018An thou wouldest be obeyed, abstain from ordering what may not be made\u2019; and thou, my son, thy name is Merchant, and though thou hadst the keys of the Hidden Hoards, yet wouldst thou be called naught but Merchant. An thou wouldst rise to high rank, according to thy station, then seek the hand of a Kazi\u2019s daughter or even an Emir\u2019s; but why, O my son, aspirest thou to none but the daughter of the King of the age and the time, and she a clean maid, who knoweth nothing of the things of the world and hath never in her life seen anything but her palace wherein she dwelleth? Yet, for all her tender age, she is intelligent, shrewd, vivacious, penetrating, quick of wit, sharp of act and rare of rede: her father hath no other child and she is dearer to him than his life and soul. Every morning he cometh to her and giveth her good-morrow, and all who dwell in the palace stand in dread of her. Think not, O my son, that any dare bespeak her with aught of these words; nor is there any way for me thereto. By Allah, O my son, my heart and vitals love thee and were it in my power to give thee access to her, I would assuredly do it; but I will tell thee somewhat, wherein Allah may haply appoint the healing of thy heart, and will risk life and goods for thee, till I win thy will for thee.\u201d He asked,", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_10": "The old 'ooman to whom Solomon Flint referred was his grandmother. Flint himself had spent the greater part of his life in the service of the Post-Office, and was now a widower, well stricken in years. His grandmother was one of those almost indestructible specimens of humanity who live on until the visage becomes deeply corrugated, contemporaries have become extinct, and age has become a matter of uncertainty. Flint had always been a good grandson, but when his wife died the love he had borne to her seemed to have been transferred with additional vehemence to the \"old 'ooman.\"\n\n\"There's a present for you, old 'ooman,\" said Flint, placing the paper of sausages on the table on entering his humble abode, and proceeding to divest himself of his waterproof cape; <|Q|>\"just let me catch hold of a fryin'-pan and I'll give you to understand what a blow-out means.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You're a good laddie, Sol,\" said the old woman, rousing herself and speaking in a voice that sounded as if it had begun its career far back in the previous century.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_62": "\u201cNeeds must I bring thee to thy desire, despite the noses of thy foes.\u201d Then she repaired to the palace and gave the letter to Hayat al-Nufus who said, \u201cWhat is this, O my nurse? Here are we in a correspondence and thou coming and going! Indeed, I fear lest the matter get wind and we be disgraced.\u201d Rejoined the old woman, \u201cHow so, O my lady? Who dare speak such word?\u201d So she took the letter and after reading and understanding it she smote hand on hand, saying <|Q|>\u201cVerily, this is a calamity which is fallen upon us, and I know not whence this young man came to us!\u201d<|Q|> Quoth the old woman, \u201cO my lady, Allah upon thee, write him another letter; but be rough with him this time and say to him, \u2018An thou write me another word after this, I will have thy head struck off.\u2019\u201d Quoth the Princess, \u201cO my nurse, I am assured that the matter will not end on such wise; \u2019twere better to break off this exchange of letters; and, except the puppy take warning by my previous threats, I will strike off his head", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_63": "\u201cWhat is this, O my nurse? Here are we in a correspondence and thou coming and going! Indeed, I fear lest the matter get wind and we be disgraced.\u201d Rejoined the old woman, \u201cHow so, O my lady? Who dare speak such word?\u201d So she took the letter and after reading and understanding it she smote hand on hand, saying \u201cVerily, this is a calamity which is fallen upon us, and I know not whence this young man came to us!\u201d Quoth the old woman, <|Q|>\u201cO my lady, Allah upon thee, write him another letter; but be rough with him this time and say to him, \u2018An thou write me another word after this, I will have thy head struck off.\u2019<|Q|>\u201d Quoth the Princess, \u201cO my nurse, I am assured that the matter will not end on such wise; \u2019twere better to break off this exchange of letters; and, except the puppy take warning by my previous threats, I will strike off his head.\u201d The old woman said, \u201cThen write him a letter and give him to know this condition.\u201d So Hayat al-Nufus called for pen-case and paper and wrote these couplets: \u2014 \n\nHo, thou heedless of Time and his sore despight! * Ho, thou heart whom hopes of my favours excite! Think O pride-full! would\u2019st win for thyself the skies? * Would\u2019st attain to the moon shining clear and bright? I will burn thee with fire that shall ne\u2019er be quenched, * Or will slay thee with scymitar\u2019s sharpest bite! Leave it, friend, and \u2019scape the tormenting pains, * Such as turn hair-partings[FN#274] from black to white. Take my warning and fly from the road of love; * Draw thee back from a course nor seemly nor right!", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_14": "\"Ye'll be wat, lassie,\" she said to May, who was putting off her bonnet and shawl in a corner. \"No, Grannie,\" returned the girl, using a term which the old woman had begged her to adopt, \"I'm not wet, only a little damp.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Change your feet, lassie, direc'ly, or you'll tak' cauld,\"<|Q|> said Mrs Flint in a peremptory tone.\n\nMay laughed gently and retired to her private boudoir to change her shoes. The boudoir was not more than eight feet by ten in size, and very poorly furnished, but its neat, methodical arrangements betokened in its owner a refined and orderly mind. There were a few books in a stand on the table, and a flower-pot on the window-sill. Among the pegs and garments on the walls was a square piece of cardboard, on which was emblazoned in scarlet silk, the text, \"God is love.\" This hung at the foot of the bed, so as to be the first object to greet the girl's eyes on awaking each morning. Below it hung a row of photographs, embracing the late Reverend James Maylands, his widow, his son Philip, his distant relative Madge, and the baby. These were so arranged as to catch the faint gleam of light that penetrated the window; but as there was a twenty-foot brick wall in front of the window at a distance of two yards, the gleam, even on a summer noon, was not intense. In winter it was barely sufficient to render darkness visible.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_64": "\u201d So she took the letter and after reading and understanding it she smote hand on hand, saying \u201cVerily, this is a calamity which is fallen upon us, and I know not whence this young man came to us!\u201d Quoth the old woman, \u201cO my lady, Allah upon thee, write him another letter; but be rough with him this time and say to him, \u2018An thou write me another word after this, I will have thy head struck off.\u2019\u201d Quoth the Princess, <|Q|>\u201cO my nurse, I am assured that the matter will not end on such wise; \u2019twere better to break off this exchange of letters; and, except the puppy take warning by my previous threats, I will strike off his head.\u201d<|Q|> The old woman said, \u201cThen write him a letter and give him to know this condition.\u201d So Hayat al-Nufus called for pen-case and paper and wrote these couplets: \u2014 \n\nHo, thou heedless of Time and his sore despight! * Ho, thou heart whom hopes of my favours excite! Think O pride-full! would\u2019st win for thyself the skies? * Would\u2019st attain to the moon shining clear and bright? I will burn thee with fire that shall ne\u2019er be quenched, * Or will slay thee with scymitar\u2019s sharpest bite! Leave it, friend, and \u2019scape the tormenting pains, * Such as turn hair-partings[FN#274] from black to white. Take my warning and fly from the road of love; * Draw thee back from a course nor seemly nor right!", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_65": "\u201cO my lady, Allah upon thee, write him another letter; but be rough with him this time and say to him, \u2018An thou write me another word after this, I will have thy head struck off.\u2019\u201d Quoth the Princess, \u201cO my nurse, I am assured that the matter will not end on such wise; \u2019twere better to break off this exchange of letters; and, except the puppy take warning by my previous threats, I will strike off his head.\u201d The old woman said, <|Q|>\u201cThen write him a letter and give him to know this condition.\u201d<|Q|> So Hayat al-Nufus called for pen-case and paper and wrote these couplets: \u2014 \n\nHo, thou heedless of Time and his sore despight! * Ho, thou heart whom hopes of my favours excite! Think O pride-full! would\u2019st win for thyself the skies? * Would\u2019st attain to the moon shining clear and bright? I will burn thee with fire that shall ne\u2019er be quenched, * Or will slay thee with scymitar\u2019s sharpest bite! Leave it, friend, and \u2019scape the tormenting pains, * Such as turn hair-partings[FN#274] from black to white. Take my warning and fly from the road of love; * Draw thee back from a course nor seemly nor right!", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_17": "\"Deed, May, there's little but the auld story -- Mercies, mornin', noon, and night. But, oo ay, I was maist forgettin'; Miss Lillycrap was here, an left ye a message o' some sort.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"And what was the message, Grannie?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"She's gone and forgot it,\" said Solomon Flint, putting the sausages on the table, which had already been spread for supper by a stout little girl who was the sole domestic of the house and attendant on Mrs Flint. \"You've no chance of getting it now, Miss May, for I've noticed that when the old 'ooman once forgets a thing it don't come back to her -- except, p'r'aps, a week or two afterwards. Come now, draw in and go to work. But, p'r'aps, Dollops may have heard the message. Hallo! Dollops! come here, and bring the kettle with you.\"", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_67": "Then she folded the scroll and gave it to the old woman, who was puzzled and perplexed by the matter. She carried it to Ardashir, and the Prince read the letter and bowed his head to the earth, making as if he wrote with his finger and speaking not a word. Quoth the old woman, \u201cHow is it I see thee silent stay and not say thy say?\u201d; and quoth he, \u201cO my mother, what shall I say, seeing that she doth but threaten me and redoubleth in hard-heartedness and aversion?\u201d Rejoined the nurse, <|Q|>\u201cWrite her a letter of what thou wilt: I will protect thee; nor let thy heart be cast down, for needs must I bring you twain together.\u201d<|Q|> He thanked her for her kindness and kissing her hand, wrote these couplets,\n\n\u201cA heart, by Allah! never soft to lover-wight, * Who sighs for union only with his friends, his sprite! Who with tear-ulcered eyelids evermore must bide, * When falleth upon earth first darkness of the night: Be just, be gen\u2019rous, lend thy ruth and deign give alms * To love-molested lover, parted, forced to flight! He spends the length of longsome night without a doze; * Fire-brent and drent in tear-flood flowing infinite: Ah; cut not off the longing of my fondest heart * Now disappointed, wasted, flutt\u2019ring for its blight.\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_70": "\u201d She thanked him and kissed his hands, after which she returned to the palace and gave the letter to the Princess, who took it and read it and throwing it from her fingers, sprang to her feet. Then she walked, shod as she was with pattens of gold, set with pearls and jewels, till she came to her sire\u2019s palace, whilst the vein of anger started out between her eyes, and none dared ask her of her case. When she reached the palace, she enquired for the King, and the slave-girls and concubines replied to her, <|Q|>\u201cO my lady, he is gone forth a-hunting and sporting.\u201d<|Q|> So she returned, as she were a rending lioness, and bespake none for the space of three hours, when her brow cleared and her wrath cooled. As soon as the old woman saw that her irk and anger were past, she went up to her and, kissing ground between her hands, asked her, \u201cO my lady, whither went those noble steps?\u201d The Princess answered, \u201cTo the palace of the King my sire.\u201d \u201cAnd could no one do thine errand", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_19": "\"And what was the message, Grannie?\"\n\n\"She's gone and forgot it,\" said Solomon Flint, putting the sausages on the table, which had already been spread for supper by a stout little girl who was the sole domestic of the house and attendant on Mrs Flint. <|Q|>\"You've no chance of getting it now, Miss May, for I've noticed that when the old 'ooman once forgets a thing it don't come back to her -- except, p'r'aps, a week or two afterwards. Come now, draw in and go to work. But, p'r'aps, Dollops may have heard the message. Hallo! Dollops! come here, and bring the kettle with you.\"<|Q|>\n\nDollops -- the little girl above referred to -- was particularly small and shy, ineffably stupid, and remarkably fat. It was the last quality which induced Solomon to call her Dollops. Her hair and garments stuck out from her in wild dishevelment, but she was not dirty. Nothing belonging to Mrs Flint was allowed to become dirty.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_39": "\u201cO Hay\u00e1t al-Nuf\u00fas, be gen\u2019rous, and incline * To one who loving thee for parting\u2019s doomed to pine. I was in all delight, in gladsomest of life, * But now I am distraught with sufferings condign. To wakefulness I cling through longsomeness of night * And with me sorrow chats[FN#268] through each sad eve of mine; Pity a lover sad, a sore afflicted wretch * Whose eyelids ever ulcered are with tearful brine; And when the morning comes at last, the real morn * He finds him drunken and distraught with passion\u2019s wine.\u201d\n\nThen he folded the scroll and kissing it, gave it to the old woman; after which he put his hand to a chest and took out a second purse containing an hundred dinars, which he presented to her, saying, \u201cDivide this among the slave-girls.\u201d She refused it and cried, \u201cBy Allah, O my son, I am not with thee for aught of this!\u201d; however, he thanked her and answered, <|Q|>\u201cThere is no help but that thou accept of it.\u201d<|Q|> So she took it and kissing his hands, returned home; and going in to the Princess, cried, \u201cO my lady, I have brought thee somewhat the like whereof is not with the people of our city, and it cometh from a handsome young man, than whom there is not a goodlier on earth\u2019s face!\u201d She asked \u201cO my nurse, and whence cometh the youth?\u201d and the old woman answered, \u201cFrom the parts of Hind; and he hath given me this dress of gold brocade, embroidered with pearls and gems and worth the Kingdom of Chosro\u00ebs and C\u00e6sar", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_73": "\u201cO my lady, he is gone forth a-hunting and sporting.\u201d So she returned, as she were a rending lioness, and bespake none for the space of three hours, when her brow cleared and her wrath cooled. As soon as the old woman saw that her irk and anger were past, she went up to her and, kissing ground between her hands, asked her, \u201cO my lady, whither went those noble steps?\u201d The Princess answered, \u201cTo the palace of the King my sire.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cAnd could no one do thine errand?\u201d<|Q|> enquired the nurse. Replied the Princess, \u201cNo, for I went to acquaint him of that which hath befallen me with yonder cur of a merchant, so he might lay hands on him and on all the merchants of his bazar and crucify them over their shops nor suffer a single foreign merchant to tarry in our town.\u201d Quoth the old woman, \u201cAnd was this thine only reason, O my lady, for going to thy sire?\u201d; and quoth Hayat al-Nufus,", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_23": "\"Did you hear her leave a message?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, sir, I did. I 'eard 'er say to missis, `Be sure that you give May Maylands my love, an tell 'er wotever she do to keep 'er feet dry, an' don't forgit the message, an' say I'm so glad about it, though it's not much to speak of arter all!'\"<|Q|>\n\n\"What was she so glad about?\" demanded Solomon.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_74": "\u201d So she returned, as she were a rending lioness, and bespake none for the space of three hours, when her brow cleared and her wrath cooled. As soon as the old woman saw that her irk and anger were past, she went up to her and, kissing ground between her hands, asked her, \u201cO my lady, whither went those noble steps?\u201d The Princess answered, \u201cTo the palace of the King my sire.\u201d \u201cAnd could no one do thine errand?\u201d enquired the nurse. Replied the Princess, <|Q|>\u201cNo, for I went to acquaint him of that which hath befallen me with yonder cur of a merchant, so he might lay hands on him and on all the merchants of his bazar and crucify them over their shops nor suffer a single foreign merchant to tarry in our town.\u201d<|Q|> Quoth the old woman, \u201cAnd was this thine only reason, O my lady, for going to thy sire?\u201d; and quoth Hayat al-Nufus, \u201cYes, but I found him absent a-hunting and sporting and now I await his return.\u201d Cried the old nurse, \u201cI take refuge with Allah, the All-hearing, the All-knowing! Praised be He! O my lady, thou art the most sensible of women and how couldst thou think of telling the King these fond words, which it behoveth none to publish", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_41": "\u201d She refused it and cried, \u201cBy Allah, O my son, I am not with thee for aught of this!\u201d; however, he thanked her and answered, \u201cThere is no help but that thou accept of it.\u201d So she took it and kissing his hands, returned home; and going in to the Princess, cried, \u201cO my lady, I have brought thee somewhat the like whereof is not with the people of our city, and it cometh from a handsome young man, than whom there is not a goodlier on earth\u2019s face!\u201d She asked <|Q|>\u201cO my nurse, and whence cometh the youth?\u201d<|Q|> and the old woman answered, \u201cFrom the parts of Hind; and he hath given me this dress of gold brocade, embroidered with pearls and gems and worth the Kingdom of Chosro\u00ebs and C\u00e6sar.\u201d Thereupon she opened the dress and the whole palace was illuminated by its brightness, because of the beauty of its fashion and the wealth of unions and jewels wherewith it was broidered, and all who were present marvelled at it. The Princess examined it and, judging it to be worth no less than a whole year\u2019s revenue of her father\u2019s kingdom, said to the old woman,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_78": "\u201d Quoth the old woman, \u201cAnd was this thine only reason, O my lady, for going to thy sire?\u201d; and quoth Hayat al-Nufus, \u201cYes, but I found him absent a-hunting and sporting and now I await his return.\u201d Cried the old nurse, \u201cI take refuge with Allah, the All-hearing, the All-knowing! Praised be He! O my lady, thou art the most sensible of women and how couldst thou think of telling the King these fond words, which it behoveth none to publish?\u201d Asked the Princess, \u201cAnd why so?\u201d and the nurse answered, <|Q|>\u201cSuppose thou had found the King in his palace and told him all this tale and he had sent after the merchants and commanded to hang them over their shops, the folk would have seen them hanging and asked the reason and it would have been answered them, \u2018They sought to seduce the King\u2019s daughter.\u2019<|Q|>\u201d \u2014 \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seven Hundred and Twenty-fourth Night,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_44": "\u201d Thereupon she opened the dress and the whole palace was illuminated by its brightness, because of the beauty of its fashion and the wealth of unions and jewels wherewith it was broidered, and all who were present marvelled at it. The Princess examined it and, judging it to be worth no less than a whole year\u2019s revenue of her father\u2019s kingdom, said to the old woman, \u201cO my nurse, cometh this dress from him or from another?\u201d[FN#269] Replied she, \u201cFrom him;\u201d and Hayat al-Nufus asked, <|Q|>\u201cIs this trader of our town or a stranger?\u201d<|Q|> The old woman answered, \u201cHe is a foreigner, O my lady, newly come hither; and by Allah he hath servants and slaves; and he is fair of face, symmetrical of form, well mannered, open-handed and open-hearted, never saw I a goodlier than he, save thyself.\u201d The King\u2019s daughter rejoined, \u201cIndeed this is an extraordinary thing, that a dress like this, which money cannot buy, should be in the hands of a merchant! What price did he set on it, O my nurse", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_27": "Mrs Flint shook her head and began to eat.\n\n<|Q|>\"That's right, old 'ooman,\"<|Q|> said her grandson, patting her shoulder; \"heap up the coals, mayhap it'll revive the memory.\"\n\nBut Mrs Flint's memory was not so easily revived. She became more abstracted than usual in her efforts to recover it. Supper passed and was cleared away. The old woman was placed in her easy chair in front of the fire with the cat -- her chief evening amusement -- on her knee; the letter-carrier went out for his evening walk; Dollops proceeded miscellaneously to clean up and smash the crockery, and May sat down to indite an epistle to the inmates of Rocky Cottage.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_76": "\u201cNo, for I went to acquaint him of that which hath befallen me with yonder cur of a merchant, so he might lay hands on him and on all the merchants of his bazar and crucify them over their shops nor suffer a single foreign merchant to tarry in our town.\u201d Quoth the old woman, \u201cAnd was this thine only reason, O my lady, for going to thy sire?\u201d; and quoth Hayat al-Nufus, \u201cYes, but I found him absent a-hunting and sporting and now I await his return.\u201d Cried the old nurse, <|Q|>\u201cI take refuge with Allah, the All-hearing, the All-knowing! Praised be He! O my lady, thou art the most sensible of women and how couldst thou think of telling the King these fond words, which it behoveth none to publish?\u201d<|Q|> Asked the Princess, \u201cAnd why so?\u201d and the nurse answered, \u201cSuppose thou had found the King in his palace and told him all this tale and he had sent after the merchants and commanded to hang them over their shops, the folk would have seen them hanging and asked the reason and it would have been answered them, \u2018They sought to seduce the King\u2019s daughter.\u2019\u201d \u2014 \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seven Hundred and Twenty-fourth Night,", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_1": "To which the learned doctor gave the matter-of-fact but inelegant reply: -- \n\n<|Q|>\"Stick your feet in hot water. Go to bed at once. Prescription sent by post. Take it every hour.\"<|Q|>\n\nBut May Maylands did not stick her feet in hot water; neither did she go to bed, or take any physic. Indeed there was no occasion to do so, for a clear complexion and pink cheeks told of robust health.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_30": "It was short but satisfactory, and ran thus: -- \n\n<|Q|>\"DEAREST MAY, -- I've been to see my friend `in power,' and he says it's `all right,' that you've only to get your brother over as soon as possible, and he'll see to getting him a situation. The enclosed paper is for his and your guidance. Excuse haste. -- Your affectionate coz, SARAH LILLYCROP.\"<|Q|>\n\nIt need hardly be said that May Maylands finished her letter with increased satisfaction, and posted it that night.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_48": "\u201cIndeed this is an extraordinary thing, that a dress like this, which money cannot buy, should be in the hands of a merchant! What price did he set on it, O my nurse?\u201d Quoth she, \u201cBy Allah, he would set no price on it, but gave me back the money thou sentest by me and swore that he would take naught thereof, saying: \u2014 \u2019Tis a gift from me to the King\u2019s daughter; for it beseemeth none but her; and if she will not accept it, I make thee a present of it.\u201d Cried the Princess, <|Q|>\u201cBy Allah, this is indeed marvellous generosity and wondrous munificence! But I fear the issue of his affair, lest haply[FN#270] he be brought to necessity. Why didst thou not ask him, O my nurse, if he had any desire, that we might fulfil it for him?\u201d<|Q|> The nurse replied, \u201cO my lady, I did ask him, and he said to me, \u2018I have indeed a desire\u2019; but he would not tell me what it was. However, he gave me this letter and said, \u2018Carry it to the Princess.\u2019\u201d So Hayat al-Nufus took the letter and opened and read it to the end; whereupon she was sore chafed; and lost temper and changing colour for anger she cried out to the old woman, saying,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_56": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when the old woman took that letter from Hayat al-Nufus she fared forth till she found the youth who was sitting in his shop and gave it to him, saying, \u201cRead thine answer and know that when she perused thy paper she was wroth with exceeding wrath; but I soothed her and spake her fair, till she consented to write thee a reply.\u201d He took the letter joyfully but, when he had read it and understood its drift, he wept sore, whereat the old woman\u2019s heart ached and she cried, <|Q|>\u201cO my son, Allah never cause thine eyes to weep nor thy heart to mourn! What can be more gracious than that she should answer thy letter when thou hast done what thou diddest?\u201d<|Q|> He replied, \u201cO my mother what shall I do for a subtle device? Behold, she writeth to me, threatening me with death and crucifixion and forbidding me from writing to her; and I, by Allah, see my death to be better than my life; but I beg thee of thy grace[FN#273] to carry her another letter from me.\u201d She said, \u201cWrite and I warrant I\u2019ll bring thee an answer. By Allah, I will assuredly venture my life to win for thee thy wish, though I die to pleasure thee", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_5": "\"Oh! Miss,\" he exclaimed with polite anxiety, \"I beg your pardon. The sleet drivin' in my face prevented my seeing you. You're not hurt I hope.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No, Mr Flint, you haven't hurt me,\"<|Q|> said May, laughing, as she recognised the voice of her own landlord.\n\n\"Why, it's you, Miss May! Now isn't that good luck, my turnin' up just in the nick o' time to see you home? Here, catch hold of my arm. The wind's fit to tear the lamp-posts up by the roots.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_7": "\"Why, it's you, Miss May! Now isn't that good luck, my turnin' up just in the nick o' time to see you home? Here, catch hold of my arm. The wind's fit to tear the lamp-posts up by the roots.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"But this is not the way home,\"<|Q|> objected the girl.\n\n\"That's true, Miss May, it ain't, but I'm only goin' round a bit by St. Paul's Churchyard. There's a shop there where they sell the sausages my old 'ooman's so fond of. It don't add more than a few yards to the road home.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_6": "\"No, Mr Flint, you haven't hurt me,\" said May, laughing, as she recognised the voice of her own landlord.\n\n<|Q|>\"Why, it's you, Miss May! Now isn't that good luck, my turnin' up just in the nick o' time to see you home? Here, catch hold of my arm. The wind's fit to tear the lamp-posts up by the roots.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"But this is not the way home,\" objected the girl.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_8": "\"But this is not the way home,\" objected the girl.\n\n<|Q|>\"That's true, Miss May, it ain't, but I'm only goin' round a bit by St. Paul's Churchyard. There's a shop there where they sell the sausages my old 'ooman's so fond of. It don't add more than a few yards to the road home.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe old 'ooman to whom Solomon Flint referred was his grandmother. Flint himself had spent the greater part of his life in the service of the Post-Office, and was now a widower, well stricken in years. His grandmother was one of those almost indestructible specimens of humanity who live on until the visage becomes deeply corrugated, contemporaries have become extinct, and age has become a matter of uncertainty. Flint had always been a good grandson, but when his wife died the love he had borne to her seemed to have been transferred with additional vehemence to the \"old 'ooman.\"", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_24": "\u201cBy Allah, I will take no price for it. I make thee a present of it, an the Princess will not accept it and \u2019tis a guest-gift from me to thee. Alhamdolillah \u2014 Glory be to God \u2014 who hath brought us together, so that, if one day I have a want, I shall find in thee a helper to me in winning it!\u201d She marvelled at the goodliness of his speech and the excess of his generosity and the perfection of his courtesy and said to him, \u201cWhat is thy name, O my lord?\u201d He replied, \u201cMy name is Ardashir;\u201d and she cried, <|Q|>\u201cBy Allah this is a rare name! Therewith are Kings\u2019 sons named, and thou art in a guise of the sons of the merchants!\u201d<|Q|> Quoth he, \u201cOf the love my father bore me, he gave me this name, but a name signifieth naught;\u201d and quoth she in wonder, \u201cO my son, take the price of thy goods.\u201d But he swore that he would not take aught. Then the old lady said to him, \u201cO my dear one, Truth (I would have thee know) is the greatest of all things and thou hadst not dealt thus generously by me but for a special reason: so tell me thy case and thy secret thought; belike thou hast some wish to whose winning I may help thee", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_61": "He then folded the scroll and gave it to the old woman, together with two purses of two hundred dinars, which she would have refused, but he conjured her by oath to accept of them. So she took them both and said, \u201cNeeds must I bring thee to thy desire, despite the noses of thy foes.\u201d Then she repaired to the palace and gave the letter to Hayat al-Nufus who said, \u201cWhat is this, O my nurse? Here are we in a correspondence and thou coming and going! Indeed, I fear lest the matter get wind and we be disgraced.\u201d Rejoined the old woman, <|Q|>\u201cHow so, O my lady? Who dare speak such word?\u201d<|Q|> So she took the letter and after reading and understanding it she smote hand on hand, saying \u201cVerily, this is a calamity which is fallen upon us, and I know not whence this young man came to us!\u201d Quoth the old woman, \u201cO my lady, Allah upon thee, write him another letter; but be rough with him this time and say to him, \u2018An thou write me another word after this, I will have thy head struck off.\u2019\u201d Quoth the Princess,", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_12": "Mrs Flint was Scotch, and, although she had lived from early womanhood in London, had retained something of the tone and much of the pronunciation of the land o' cakes.\n\n<|Q|>\"Ye'll be wat, lassie,\"<|Q|> she said to May, who was putting off her bonnet and shawl in a corner. \"No, Grannie,\" returned the girl, using a term which the old woman had begged her to adopt, \"I'm not wet, only a little damp.\"\n\n\"Change your feet, lassie, direc'ly, or you'll tak' cauld,\" said Mrs Flint in a peremptory tone.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_11": "\"There's a present for you, old 'ooman,\" said Flint, placing the paper of sausages on the table on entering his humble abode, and proceeding to divest himself of his waterproof cape; \"just let me catch hold of a fryin'-pan and I'll give you to understand what a blow-out means.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You're a good laddie, Sol,\"<|Q|> said the old woman, rousing herself and speaking in a voice that sounded as if it had begun its career far back in the previous century.\n\nMrs Flint was Scotch, and, although she had lived from early womanhood in London, had retained something of the tone and much of the pronunciation of the land o' cakes.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_13": "Mrs Flint was Scotch, and, although she had lived from early womanhood in London, had retained something of the tone and much of the pronunciation of the land o' cakes.\n\n\"Ye'll be wat, lassie,\" she said to May, who was putting off her bonnet and shawl in a corner. \"No, Grannie,\" returned the girl, using a term which the old woman had begged her to adopt, <|Q|>\"I'm not wet, only a little damp.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Change your feet, lassie, direc'ly, or you'll tak' cauld,\" said Mrs Flint in a peremptory tone.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_13": "\"Of a truth, O my sister, this Fireman hath dealt with me in such benevolent wise as would not lover with lass nor sire with son, for that he fasted and gave me to eat, and he walked whilst he made me ride; and I owe my life to him.\" Said she, \"Allah willing, we will requite him for all this, according to our power.\" Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said, <|Q|>\"Take thy reward for glad tidings, O face of good omen! It was thy hand reunited me with my brother; so the purse I gave thee and all in it are thine. But now go to thy master and bring him quickly to me.\"<|Q|> The Castrato rejoiced and, going in to the Chamberlain, him to his mistress. Accordingly, he came in to his wife and finding Zau al-Makan with her, asked who he was. So she told him all that had befallen them both, first and last, and added, \"Know, O Chamberlain, that thou hast married no slave girl; far from it, thou hast taken to wife the daughter of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman for I am Nuzhat al- Zaman, and this is my brother, Zau al-Makan", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_15": "Poor May Maylands! It was a tremendous change to her from the free air and green fields of Ireland to a small back street in the heart of London; but necessity had required the change. Her mother's income could not comfortably support the family. Her own salary, besides supporting herself, was devoted to the enlargement of that income, and as it amounted to only 50 pounds a year, there was not much left to pay for lodgings, etcetera. It is true Miss Lillycrop would have gladly furnished May with board and lodging free, but her house was in the neighbourhood of Pimlico, and May's duties made it necessary that she should live within a short distance of the General Post-Office. Miss Lillycrop had heard of the Flints as being good-hearted and trusty people, and advised her cousin to board with them, at least until some better arrangement could be made for her. Meanwhile May was to go and spend part of every Sunday with Miss Lillycrop at Number 9 Purr Street.\n\n\"Well, Grannie,\" said May, returning to the front room, where the sausages were already hissing deliciously, <|Q|>\"what news have you for me to-night?\"<|Q|>\n\nShe sat down beside the old woman, took her hand and spoke in that cheery, cosy, confidential way which renders some women so attractive.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_16": "She sat down beside the old woman, took her hand and spoke in that cheery, cosy, confidential way which renders some women so attractive.\n\n<|Q|>\"Deed, May, there's little but the auld story -- Mercies, mornin', noon, and night. But, oo ay, I was maist forgettin'; Miss Lillycrap was here, an left ye a message o' some sort.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"And what was the message, Grannie?\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_14": "\"Take thy reward for glad tidings, O face of good omen! It was thy hand reunited me with my brother; so the purse I gave thee and all in it are thine. But now go to thy master and bring him quickly to me.\" The Castrato rejoiced and, going in to the Chamberlain, him to his mistress. Accordingly, he came in to his wife and finding Zau al-Makan with her, asked who he was. So she told him all that had befallen them both, first and last, and added, <|Q|>\"Know, O Chamberlain, that thou hast married no slave girl; far from it, thou hast taken to wife the daughter of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman for I am Nuzhat al- Zaman, and this is my brother, Zau al-Makan.\"<|Q|> When the Chamberlain heard the story he knew it to be sooth, and its manifest truth appeared to him and he was certified that he was become King Omar bin al-Nu'uman's son in law, so he said to himself, \" 'Twill be my fate to be made viceroy of some province.\"[FN#321] Then he went up to Zau al-Makan and gave him joy of his safety and reunion with his sister, and bade his servants forthwith make him ready a tent and one of the best of his own horses to ride. Thereupon said Nuzhat al-Zaman,", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_18": "\"And what was the message, Grannie?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"She's gone and forgot it,\"<|Q|> said Solomon Flint, putting the sausages on the table, which had already been spread for supper by a stout little girl who was the sole domestic of the house and attendant on Mrs Flint. \"You've no chance of getting it now, Miss May, for I've noticed that when the old 'ooman once forgets a thing it don't come back to her -- except, p'r'aps, a week or two afterwards. Come now, draw in and go to work. But, p'r'aps, Dollops may have heard the message. Hallo! Dollops! come here, and bring the kettle with you.\"", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_69": "\u201cA heart, by Allah! never soft to lover-wight, * Who sighs for union only with his friends, his sprite! Who with tear-ulcered eyelids evermore must bide, * When falleth upon earth first darkness of the night: Be just, be gen\u2019rous, lend thy ruth and deign give alms * To love-molested lover, parted, forced to flight! He spends the length of longsome night without a doze; * Fire-brent and drent in tear-flood flowing infinite: Ah; cut not off the longing of my fondest heart * Now disappointed, wasted, flutt\u2019ring for its blight.\u201d\n\nThen he folded the scroll and gave it to the old woman, together with three hundred dinars, saying, <|Q|>\u201cThis is for the washing of thy hands.\u201d<|Q|> She thanked him and kissed his hands, after which she returned to the palace and gave the letter to the Princess, who took it and read it and throwing it from her fingers, sprang to her feet. Then she walked, shod as she was with pattens of gold, set with pearls and jewels, till she came to her sire\u2019s palace, whilst the vein of anger started out between her eyes, and none dared ask her of her case. When she reached the palace, she enquired for the King, and the slave-girls and concubines replied to her,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_19": "\"Bid the Eunuch bring me the Fireman and give him a horse to ride and ration him with a tray of food morning and evening, and let him be forbidden to leave us.\" The Chamberlain called the Castrato and charged him to do accordingly; so he replied, \"I hear and I obey;\" and he took his pages with him and went out in search of the Stoker till he found him in the rear of the caravan, girthing his ass and preparing for flight. The tears were running adown his cheeks, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan; and he was saying to himself, <|Q|>\"Indeed, I warned him for the love of Allah, but he would not listen to me; Oh would I knew what is become of him!\"<|Q|> Ere he had done speaking the Eunuch was standing by his head whilst the pages surrounded him The Fireman turned and seeing the Eunuch and the pages gathered around him became yellow with fear, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-sixth Night,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_22": "\"Verily he knoweth not the value of the good offices I have done him! I believe he hath denounced me to the Eunuch (hence these pages et about me) and he hath made me an accomplice in his crime.\" Then the effeminated one cried at him, saying, \"Who was it recited the verses? O liar! why didst thou say, 'I never repeated these couplets, nor do I know who repeated them;' when it was thy companion? But now I will not leave thee between this place and Baghdad, and what betideth thy comrade shall betide thee.\" Quoth the Fireman, <|Q|>\"What I feared hath befallen me.\"<|Q|> And he repeated this couplet,\n\n\"'Twas as I feared the coming ills discerning: * But unto Allah we are all returning.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_22": "\"Yes, sir, I did; I saw'd 'er a-goin' hout.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Did you hear her leave a message?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes, sir, I did. I 'eard 'er say to missis, `Be sure that you give May Maylands my love, an tell 'er wotever she do to keep 'er feet dry, an' don't forgit the message, an' say I'm so glad about it, though it's not much to speak of arter all!'\"", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_72": "\u201d She thanked him and kissed his hands, after which she returned to the palace and gave the letter to the Princess, who took it and read it and throwing it from her fingers, sprang to her feet. Then she walked, shod as she was with pattens of gold, set with pearls and jewels, till she came to her sire\u2019s palace, whilst the vein of anger started out between her eyes, and none dared ask her of her case. When she reached the palace, she enquired for the King, and the slave-girls and concubines replied to her, \u201cO my lady, he is gone forth a-hunting and sporting.\u201d So she returned, as she were a rending lioness, and bespake none for the space of three hours, when her brow cleared and her wrath cooled. As soon as the old woman saw that her irk and anger were past, she went up to her and, kissing ground between her hands, asked her, \u201cO my lady, whither went those noble steps?\u201d The Princess answered, <|Q|>\u201cTo the palace of the King my sire.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cAnd could no one do thine errand?\u201d enquired the nurse. Replied the Princess, \u201cNo, for I went to acquaint him of that which hath befallen me with yonder cur of a merchant, so he might lay hands on him and on all the merchants of his bazar and crucify them over their shops nor suffer a single foreign merchant to tarry in our town.\u201d Quoth the old woman, \u201cAnd was this thine only reason, O my lady, for going to thy sire?\u201d; and quoth Hayat al-Nufus,", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_24": "\"Yes, sir, I did. I 'eard 'er say to missis, `Be sure that you give May Maylands my love, an tell 'er wotever she do to keep 'er feet dry, an' don't forgit the message, an' say I'm so glad about it, though it's not much to speak of arter all!'\"\n\n<|Q|>\"What was she so glad about?\"<|Q|> demanded Solomon.\n\n\"I dun know, sir. She said no more in my 'earin' than that. I only comed in w'en she was a-goin' hout. P'r'aps it was about the findin' of 'er gloves in 'er pocket w'en she was a talkin' to missis, which she thought she'd lost, though they wasn't wuth pickin' up out of the -- \"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_25": "\"I dun know, sir. She said no more in my 'earin' than that. I only comed in w'en she was a-goin' hout. P'r'aps it was about the findin' of 'er gloves in 'er pocket w'en she was a talkin' to missis, which she thought she'd lost, though they wasn't wuth pickin' up out of the -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"Pooh! be off to your pots an' pans, child,\"<|Q|> said Flint, turning to his grandmother, who sat staring at the sausages with a blank expression. \"You can't remember it, I s'pose, eh?\"\n\nMrs Flint shook her head and began to eat.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_26": "\"I dun know, sir. She said no more in my 'earin' than that. I only comed in w'en she was a-goin' hout. P'r'aps it was about the findin' of 'er gloves in 'er pocket w'en she was a talkin' to missis, which she thought she'd lost, though they wasn't wuth pickin' up out of the -- \"\n\n\"Pooh! be off to your pots an' pans, child,\" said Flint, turning to his grandmother, who sat staring at the sausages with a blank expression. <|Q|>\"You can't remember it, I s'pose, eh?\"<|Q|>\n\nMrs Flint shook her head and began to eat.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_27": "\" And he bade them privily treat him with honour and not humiliate him. But when the Stoker saw himself beset by the pages, he despaired of his life and turning to the Eunuch, said to him, \"O Chief, I am neither this youth's brother nor am I akin to him, nor is he sib to me; but I was a Fireman in a Hammam and found him cast out, in his sickness, on the dung heap.\" Then the caravan fared on and the Stoker wept and imagined in himself a thousand things, whilst the Eunuch walked by his side and told him nothing, but said to him, <|Q|>\"Thou disturbedst our mistress by reciting verses, thou and this youth: but fear nothing for thy self;\"<|Q|> and kept laughing at him the while to himself. Whenever the caravan halted, they served him with food, and he and the Castrato ate from one dish.[FN#322] Then the Eunuch bade his lads bring a gugglet of sugared sherbet and, after drinking himself, gave it to the Fireman, who drank; but all the while his tears never dried, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan and for what had befallen them in their strangerhood. So they both travelled on with the caravan, whilst the Chamberlain now rode by the door of his wife's litter, in attendance on Zau al-Makan and his sister, and now gave an eye to the Fireman; and Nuzhat al-Zaman and her brother occupied themselves with converse and mutual condolence; and they ceased not after this fashion till they came within three days' journey from Baghdad. Here they alighted at eventide and rested till the morning morrowed; and as they awoke and they were about to load the beasts, behold, there appeared afar off a great cloud of dust that darkened the firmament till it became black as gloomiest night.[FN#323] Thereupon the Chamberlain cried out to them, \"Stay, and your loading delay!\"; then, mounting with his Mamelukes, rode forward in the direction of the dust cloud. When they drew near, suddenly appeared under it a numerous conquering host like the full tide sea, with flags and standards, drums and kettledrums, horsemen and footmen. The Chamberlain marvelled at this; and when the troops saw him, there detached itself from amongst them a plump of five hundred cavaliers, who fell upon him and his suite and surrounded them, five for one; whereupon said he to them,", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_29": "Suddenly Mrs Flint uttered an exclamation.\n\n\"May!\" she cried, and hit the cat an involuntary slap on the face which sent it with a caterwaul of indignant surprise from her knee, <|Q|>\"it wasn't a message, it was a letter!\"<|Q|>\n\nHaving thus unburdened her mind the old woman relapsed into the previous century, from which she could not be recalled. May, therefore, made a diligent search for the letter, and found it at last under a cracked teapot on the mantelpiece, where Mrs Flint had told Miss Lillycrop to place it for safety.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_28": "Mrs Flint shook her head and began to eat.\n\n\"That's right, old 'ooman,\" said her grandson, patting her shoulder; <|Q|>\"heap up the coals, mayhap it'll revive the memory.\"<|Q|>\n\nBut Mrs Flint's memory was not so easily revived. She became more abstracted than usual in her efforts to recover it. Supper passed and was cleared away. The old woman was placed in her easy chair in front of the fire with the cat -- her chief evening amusement -- on her knee; the letter-carrier went out for his evening walk; Dollops proceeded miscellaneously to clean up and smash the crockery, and May sat down to indite an epistle to the inmates of Rocky Cottage.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_31": "It need hardly be said that May Maylands finished her letter with increased satisfaction, and posted it that night.\n\nNext morning she wrote out a telegram as follows: -- <|Q|>\"Let Phil come here at once. The application has been successful. Never mind clothes. Everything arranged. Best love to all.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe last clause was added in order to get the full value for her money. She naturally underscored the words \"at once,\" forgetting for the moment that, in telegraphy, a word underlined counts as two words. She was therefore compelled to forego the emphasis.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_19": "\u201d Now when Ardashir heard his mistress\u2019s name, his reason flew for joy and his heart fluttered and he gave no order to slave or servant, but, putting his hand behind him, pulled out a purse of an hundred dinars and offered it to the old woman, saying, \u201cThis is for the washing of thy clothes.\u201d Then he again put forth his hand and brought out of a wrapper a dress worth ten thousand dinars or more and said to her, \u201cThis is of that which I have brought to your country.\u201d When the old woman saw it, it pleased her and she asked, <|Q|>\u201cWhat is the price of this dress, O perfect in qualities?\u201d<|Q|> Answered he, \u201cI will take no price for it!\u201d whereupon she thanked him and repeated her question; but he said, \u201cBy Allah, I will take no price for it. I make thee a present of it, an the Princess will not accept it and \u2019tis a guest-gift from me to thee. Alhamdolillah \u2014 Glory be to God \u2014 who hath brought us together, so that, if one day I have a want, I shall find in thee a helper to me in winning it", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_0": "When it was the Seventy-fifth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Nuzhat al-Zaman heard his words she said, <|Q|>\"Allah reunite him with what he loveth!\"<|Q|> Then quoth she to the Eunuch, \"Tell him to let me hear somewhat anent his separation from his countrymen and his country.\" The Eunuch did so, and Zau al-Makan sighed heavily and began repeating these couplets,[FN#317]\n\n\"Is not her love a pledge by all mankind confest? * The house that hometh Hinda be forever blest' Her love all levels; man can reck of naught beside; * Naught or before or after can for man have zest 'Tis though the vale is paved with musk and ambergris * That day when Hinda's footstep on its face is prest: Hail to the beauty of our camp, the pride of folk, * The dearling who en' Slaves all hearts by her behest: Allah on 'Time's Delight' send large dropped clouds that teem * With genial rain but bear no thunder in their breast.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_0": "' I said hurriedly, addressing the Colonel and Travers, 'suppose we all go out and have our coffee on the lawn? It -- it will be cooler there.' For it was getting very hot indoors, I thought.\n\nI left Travers to amuse the ladies -- he could do no more harm now; and taking the Colonel aside, I seized the opportunity, as we strolled up and down the garden path, to ask his consent to Lilian's engagement to me. He gave it cordially. <|Q|>'There's not a man in England,'<|Q|> he said, 'that I'd sooner see her married to after to-day. You're a quiet steady young fellow, and you've a good kind heart. As for the money, that's neither here nor there; Lilian won't come to you without a penny, you know. But really, my boy, you can hardly believe what it is to my poor wife and me to see that dog. Why, bless my soul, look at him now! What's the matter with him, eh?'", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_1": "When it was the Seventy-fifth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Nuzhat al-Zaman heard his words she said, \"Allah reunite him with what he loveth!\" Then quoth she to the Eunuch, <|Q|>\"Tell him to let me hear somewhat anent his separation from his countrymen and his country.\"<|Q|> The Eunuch did so, and Zau al-Makan sighed heavily and began repeating these couplets,[FN#317]\n\n\"Is not her love a pledge by all mankind confest? * The house that hometh Hinda be forever blest' Her love all levels; man can reck of naught beside; * Naught or before or after can for man have zest 'Tis though the vale is paved with musk and ambergris * That day when Hinda's footstep on its face is prest: Hail to the beauty of our camp, the pride of folk, * The dearling who en' Slaves all hearts by her behest: Allah on 'Time's Delight' send large dropped clouds that teem * With genial rain but bear no thunder in their breast.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_5": "\"I vow to Allah if at home I sight * My sister Nuzhat al-Zamani hight I'll pass the days in joyance and delight * Mid bashful minions, maidens soft and white: To sound of harps in various modes they smite * Draining the bowl, while eyes rain lively light 'Neath half closed lids, a sipping lips red bright * By stream bank flowing through my garden site.\"\n\nWhen he had finished his verse, Nuzhat al-Zaman lifted up a skirt of the litter curtain and looked at him. As soon as her eyes fell on his face, she knew him for certain and cried out, \"O my brother! O Zau al-Makan!\" He also looked at her and knew her and cried out, <|Q|>\"O my sister! O Nuzhat al-Zaman!\"<|Q|> Then she threw herself upon him and he gathered her to his bosom and the twain fell down in a fainting-fit. When the Eunuch saw this case, he wondered at them; and throwing over them somewhat to cover them, waited till they should recover. After a while they came to themselves, and Nuzhat al-Zaman rejoiced with exceeding joy: oppression and depression left her and gladness took the mastery of her, and she repeated these verses,\n\n\"Time sware my life should fare in woeful waste; * Forsworn art Time, expiate thy sin in haste![FN#318] Comes weal and comes a welcome friend to aid; * To him who brings good news, rise, gird thy waist I spurned old world tales of Eden bliss; * Till came I Kausar[FN#319] on those lips", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_7": "\"Long I lamented that we fell apart, * While tears repentant railed from these eyne; And sware, if Time unite us twain once more, * 'Severance' shall never sound from tongue of mine: Joy hath so overwhelmed me that excess * Of pleasure from mine eyes draws gouts of brine: Tears, O mine eyes, have now become your wont * Ye weep for pleasure and you weep for pine!\"\n\nThey sat awhile at the litter door till she said to him, <|Q|>\"Come with me into the litter and tell me all that hath befallen thee, and I will tell thee what happened to me.\"<|Q|> So they entered and Zau al-Maken said, \"Do thou begin thy tale.\" Accordingly she told him all that had come to her since their separation at the Khan and what had happened to her with the Badawi; how the merchant had bought her of him and had taken her to her brother Sharrkan and had sold her to him; how he had freed her at the time of buying; how he had made a marriage contract with her and had gone in to her and how the King, their sire, had sent and asked for her from Sharrkan. Then quoth she,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_8": "\"Long I lamented that we fell apart, * While tears repentant railed from these eyne; And sware, if Time unite us twain once more, * 'Severance' shall never sound from tongue of mine: Joy hath so overwhelmed me that excess * Of pleasure from mine eyes draws gouts of brine: Tears, O mine eyes, have now become your wont * Ye weep for pleasure and you weep for pine!\"\n\nThey sat awhile at the litter door till she said to him, \"Come with me into the litter and tell me all that hath befallen thee, and I will tell thee what happened to me.\" So they entered and Zau al-Maken said, <|Q|>\"Do thou begin thy tale.\"<|Q|> Accordingly she told him all that had come to her since their separation at the Khan and what had happened to her with the Badawi; how the merchant had bought her of him and had taken her to her brother Sharrkan and had sold her to him; how he had freed her at the time of buying; how he had made a marriage contract with her and had gone in to her and how the King, their sire, had sent and asked for her from Sharrkan. Then quoth she,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_9": "\" Accordingly she told him all that had come to her since their separation at the Khan and what had happened to her with the Badawi; how the merchant had bought her of him and had taken her to her brother Sharrkan and had sold her to him; how he had freed her at the time of buying; how he had made a marriage contract with her and had gone in to her and how the King, their sire, had sent and asked for her from Sharrkan. Then quoth she, <|Q|>\"Praised be Allah who hath vouchsafed thee to me and ordained that, even as we left our father together, so together shall we return to him!\"<|Q|> And she added, \"Of a truth my brother Sharrkan gave me in marriage to this Chamberlain that he might carry me to my father. And this is what befel me from first to last; so now tell me how it hath fared with thee since I left thee.\" Thereupon he told her all that had happened to him from beginning to end; and how Allah vouchsafed to send the Fireman to him, and how he had journeyed with him and spent his money on him and had served him night and day. She praised the Stoker for this and Zau al-Makan added,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_10": "\" Accordingly she told him all that had come to her since their separation at the Khan and what had happened to her with the Badawi; how the merchant had bought her of him and had taken her to her brother Sharrkan and had sold her to him; how he had freed her at the time of buying; how he had made a marriage contract with her and had gone in to her and how the King, their sire, had sent and asked for her from Sharrkan. Then quoth she, \"Praised be Allah who hath vouchsafed thee to me and ordained that, even as we left our father together, so together shall we return to him!\" And she added, <|Q|>\"Of a truth my brother Sharrkan gave me in marriage to this Chamberlain that he might carry me to my father. And this is what befel me from first to last; so now tell me how it hath fared with thee since I left thee.\"<|Q|> Thereupon he told her all that had happened to him from beginning to end; and how Allah vouchsafed to send the Fireman to him, and how he had journeyed with him and spent his money on him and had served him night and day. She praised the Stoker for this and Zau al-Makan added, \"Of a truth, O my sister, this Fireman hath dealt with me in such benevolent wise as would not lover with lass nor sire with son, for that he fasted and gave me to eat, and he walked whilst he made me ride; and I owe my life to him", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_11": "\"Of a truth my brother Sharrkan gave me in marriage to this Chamberlain that he might carry me to my father. And this is what befel me from first to last; so now tell me how it hath fared with thee since I left thee.\" Thereupon he told her all that had happened to him from beginning to end; and how Allah vouchsafed to send the Fireman to him, and how he had journeyed with him and spent his money on him and had served him night and day. She praised the Stoker for this and Zau al-Makan added, <|Q|>\"Of a truth, O my sister, this Fireman hath dealt with me in such benevolent wise as would not lover with lass nor sire with son, for that he fasted and gave me to eat, and he walked whilst he made me ride; and I owe my life to him.\"<|Q|> Said she, \"Allah willing, we will requite him for all this, according to our power.\" Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said, \"Take thy reward for glad tidings, O face of good omen! It was thy hand reunited me with my brother; so the purse I gave thee and all in it are thine. But now go to thy master and bring him quickly to me.\" The Castrato rejoiced and, going in to the Chamberlain, him to his mistress. Accordingly, he came in to his wife and finding Zau al-Makan with her, asked who he was. So she told him all that had befallen them both, first and last, and added,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_12": "\" Thereupon he told her all that had happened to him from beginning to end; and how Allah vouchsafed to send the Fireman to him, and how he had journeyed with him and spent his money on him and had served him night and day. She praised the Stoker for this and Zau al-Makan added, \"Of a truth, O my sister, this Fireman hath dealt with me in such benevolent wise as would not lover with lass nor sire with son, for that he fasted and gave me to eat, and he walked whilst he made me ride; and I owe my life to him.\" Said she, <|Q|>\"Allah willing, we will requite him for all this, according to our power.\"<|Q|> Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said, \"Take thy reward for glad tidings, O face of good omen! It was thy hand reunited me with my brother; so the purse I gave thee and all in it are thine. But now go to thy master and bring him quickly to me.\" The Castrato rejoiced and, going in to the Chamberlain, him to his mistress. Accordingly, he came in to his wife and finding Zau al-Makan with her, asked who he was. So she told him all that had befallen them both, first and last, and added,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_60": "\u201cDo you threaten me wi\u2019 death for my loving you so well? * When Death to me were rest and all dying is by Fate? And man\u2019s death is but a boon, when so longsome to him grows * His life, and rejected he lives in lonest state: Then visit ye a lover who hath ne\u2019er a soul to aid; * For on pious works of men Heaven\u2019s blessing shall await. But an ye be resolved on this deed then up and on; * I\u2019m in bonds to you, a bondsman confined within your gate: What path have I whose patience without you is no more? * How is this, when a lover\u2019s heart in stress of love is strait? O my lady show me ruth, who by passion am misused; * For all who love the noble stand for evermore excused.\u201d\n\nHe then folded the scroll and gave it to the old woman, together with two purses of two hundred dinars, which she would have refused, but he conjured her by oath to accept of them. So she took them both and said, \u201cNeeds must I bring thee to thy desire, despite the noses of thy foes.\u201d Then she repaired to the palace and gave the letter to Hayat al-Nufus who said, <|Q|>\u201cWhat is this, O my nurse? Here are we in a correspondence and thou coming and going! Indeed, I fear lest the matter get wind and we be disgraced.\u201d<|Q|> Rejoined the old woman, \u201cHow so, O my lady? Who dare speak such word?\u201d So she took the letter and after reading and understanding it she smote hand on hand, saying \u201cVerily, this is a calamity which is fallen upon us, and I know not whence this young man came to us!\u201d Quoth the old woman, \u201cO my lady, Allah upon thee, write him another letter; but be rough with him this time and say to him, \u2018An thou write me another word after this, I will have thy head struck off.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_16": "\" When the Chamberlain heard the story he knew it to be sooth, and its manifest truth appeared to him and he was certified that he was become King Omar bin al-Nu'uman's son in law, so he said to himself, \" 'Twill be my fate to be made viceroy of some province.\"[FN#321] Then he went up to Zau al-Makan and gave him joy of his safety and reunion with his sister, and bade his servants forthwith make him ready a tent and one of the best of his own horses to ride. Thereupon said Nuzhat al-Zaman, \"We are now near our country and I would be left alone with my brother, that we may enjoy each other's company and take our fill of it ere we reach Baghdad; for we have been parted a long, long time.\" <|Q|>\"Be it as thou biddest,\"<|Q|> replied the Chamberlain, and, going forth from them, sent them wax candles and various kinds of sweetmeats, together with three suits of the costliest for Zau al-Makan. Then he returned to the litter and related the good he had done and Nuzhat al-Zaman said to him, \"Bid the Eunuch bring me the Fireman and give him a horse to ride and ration him with a tray of food morning and evening, and let him be forbidden to leave us", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_29_burton_64kb_66": "Ho, thou heedless of Time and his sore despight! * Ho, thou heart whom hopes of my favours excite! Think O pride-full! would\u2019st win for thyself the skies? * Would\u2019st attain to the moon shining clear and bright? I will burn thee with fire that shall ne\u2019er be quenched, * Or will slay thee with scymitar\u2019s sharpest bite! Leave it, friend, and \u2019scape the tormenting pains, * Such as turn hair-partings[FN#274] from black to white. Take my warning and fly from the road of love; * Draw thee back from a course nor seemly nor right!\n\nThen she folded the scroll and gave it to the old woman, who was puzzled and perplexed by the matter. She carried it to Ardashir, and the Prince read the letter and bowed his head to the earth, making as if he wrote with his finger and speaking not a word. Quoth the old woman, \u201cHow is it I see thee silent stay and not say thy say?\u201d; and quoth he, <|Q|>\u201cO my mother, what shall I say, seeing that she doth but threaten me and redoubleth in hard-heartedness and aversion?\u201d<|Q|> Rejoined the nurse, \u201cWrite her a letter of what thou wilt: I will protect thee; nor let thy heart be cast down, for needs must I bring you twain together.\u201d He thanked her for her kindness and kissing her hand, wrote these couplets,\n\n\u201cA heart, by Allah! never soft to lover-wight, * Who sighs for union only with his friends, his sprite! Who with tear-ulcered eyelids evermore must bide, * When falleth upon earth first darkness of the night: Be just, be gen\u2019rous, lend thy ruth and deign give alms * To love-molested lover, parted, forced to flight! He spends the length of longsome night without a doze; * Fire-brent and drent in tear-flood flowing infinite: Ah; cut not off the longing of my fondest heart * Now disappointed, wasted, flutt\u2019ring for its blight.\u201d", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_15": "\" When the Chamberlain heard the story he knew it to be sooth, and its manifest truth appeared to him and he was certified that he was become King Omar bin al-Nu'uman's son in law, so he said to himself, \" 'Twill be my fate to be made viceroy of some province.\"[FN#321] Then he went up to Zau al-Makan and gave him joy of his safety and reunion with his sister, and bade his servants forthwith make him ready a tent and one of the best of his own horses to ride. Thereupon said Nuzhat al-Zaman, <|Q|>\"We are now near our country and I would be left alone with my brother, that we may enjoy each other's company and take our fill of it ere we reach Baghdad; for we have been parted a long, long time.\"<|Q|> \"Be it as thou biddest,\" replied the Chamberlain, and, going forth from them, sent them wax candles and various kinds of sweetmeats, together with three suits of the costliest for Zau al-Makan. Then he returned to the litter and related the good he had done and Nuzhat al-Zaman said to him, \"Bid the Eunuch bring me the Fireman and give him a horse to ride and ration him with a tray of food morning and evening, and let him be forbidden to leave us", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_17": "\"We are now near our country and I would be left alone with my brother, that we may enjoy each other's company and take our fill of it ere we reach Baghdad; for we have been parted a long, long time.\" \"Be it as thou biddest,\" replied the Chamberlain, and, going forth from them, sent them wax candles and various kinds of sweetmeats, together with three suits of the costliest for Zau al-Makan. Then he returned to the litter and related the good he had done and Nuzhat al-Zaman said to him, <|Q|>\"Bid the Eunuch bring me the Fireman and give him a horse to ride and ration him with a tray of food morning and evening, and let him be forbidden to leave us.\"<|Q|> The Chamberlain called the Castrato and charged him to do accordingly; so he replied, \"I hear and I obey;\" and he took his pages with him and went out in search of the Stoker till he found him in the rear of the caravan, girthing his ass and preparing for flight. The tears were running adown his cheeks, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan; and he was saying to himself, \"Indeed, I warned him for the love of Allah, but he would not listen to me; Oh would I knew what is become of him", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_20": "When it was the Seventy-sixth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when the Stoker girthed his ass for flight and bespake himself, saying, \"Oh would I knew what is become of him!\"; ere he had done speaking the Castrato was standing by his head and his side muscles quivered for fear and he lifted up his voice and cried, <|Q|>\"Verily he knoweth not the value of the good offices I have done him! I believe he hath denounced me to the Eunuch (hence these pages et about me) and he hath made me an accomplice in his crime.\"<|Q|> Then the effeminated one cried at him, saying, \"Who was it recited the verses? O liar! why didst thou say, 'I never repeated these couplets, nor do I know who repeated them;' when it was thy companion? But now I will not leave thee between this place and Baghdad, and what betideth thy comrade shall betide thee.\" Quoth the Fireman, \"What I feared hath befallen me.\" And he repeated this couplet,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_18": "\" replied the Chamberlain, and, going forth from them, sent them wax candles and various kinds of sweetmeats, together with three suits of the costliest for Zau al-Makan. Then he returned to the litter and related the good he had done and Nuzhat al-Zaman said to him, \"Bid the Eunuch bring me the Fireman and give him a horse to ride and ration him with a tray of food morning and evening, and let him be forbidden to leave us.\" The Chamberlain called the Castrato and charged him to do accordingly; so he replied, <|Q|>\"I hear and I obey;\"<|Q|> and he took his pages with him and went out in search of the Stoker till he found him in the rear of the caravan, girthing his ass and preparing for flight. The tears were running adown his cheeks, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan; and he was saying to himself, \"Indeed, I warned him for the love of Allah, but he would not listen to me; Oh would I knew what is become of him!\" Ere he had done speaking the Eunuch was standing by his head whilst the pages surrounded him The Fireman turned and seeing the Eunuch and the pages gathered around him became yellow with fear, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_20": "Dollops -- the little girl above referred to -- was particularly small and shy, ineffably stupid, and remarkably fat. It was the last quality which induced Solomon to call her Dollops. Her hair and garments stuck out from her in wild dishevelment, but she was not dirty. Nothing belonging to Mrs Flint was allowed to become dirty.\n\n<|Q|>\"Did you see Miss Lillycrop, Dollops?\"<|Q|> asked Solomon, as the child emerged from some sort of back kitchen.\n\n\"Yes, sir, I did; I saw'd 'er a-goin' hout.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_21": "\"Did you see Miss Lillycrop, Dollops?\" asked Solomon, as the child emerged from some sort of back kitchen.\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, sir, I did; I saw'd 'er a-goin' hout.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Did you hear her leave a message?\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_23": "\" Then the effeminated one cried at him, saying, \"Who was it recited the verses? O liar! why didst thou say, 'I never repeated these couplets, nor do I know who repeated them;' when it was thy companion? But now I will not leave thee between this place and Baghdad, and what betideth thy comrade shall betide thee.\" Quoth the Fireman, \"What I feared hath befallen me.\" And he repeated this couplet,\n\n<|Q|>\"'Twas as I feared the coming ills discerning: * But unto Allah we are all returning.\"<|Q|>\n\nThen the Eunuch cried upon the pages, saying, \"Take him off the ass.\" So they carried him along with the caravan, surrounded by the pages, as the white contains the black of the eye; and the Castrato said to them, \"If a hair of him be lost, you will be lost with it.\" And he bade them privily treat him with honour and not humiliate him. But when the Stoker saw himself beset by the pages, he despaired of his life and turning to the Eunuch, said to him,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_24": "\"'Twas as I feared the coming ills discerning: * But unto Allah we are all returning.\"\n\nThen the Eunuch cried upon the pages, saying, <|Q|>\"Take him off the ass.\"<|Q|> So they carried him along with the caravan, surrounded by the pages, as the white contains the black of the eye; and the Castrato said to them, \"If a hair of him be lost, you will be lost with it.\" And he bade them privily treat him with honour and not humiliate him. But when the Stoker saw himself beset by the pages, he despaired of his life and turning to the Eunuch, said to him, \"O Chief, I am neither this youth's brother nor am I akin to him, nor is he sib to me; but I was a Fireman in a Hammam and found him cast out, in his sickness, on the dung heap", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_25": "\"'Twas as I feared the coming ills discerning: * But unto Allah we are all returning.\"\n\nThen the Eunuch cried upon the pages, saying, \"Take him off the ass.\" So they carried him along with the caravan, surrounded by the pages, as the white contains the black of the eye; and the Castrato said to them, <|Q|>\"If a hair of him be lost, you will be lost with it.\"<|Q|> And he bade them privily treat him with honour and not humiliate him. But when the Stoker saw himself beset by the pages, he despaired of his life and turning to the Eunuch, said to him, \"O Chief, I am neither this youth's brother nor am I akin to him, nor is he sib to me; but I was a Fireman in a Hammam and found him cast out, in his sickness, on the dung heap.\" Then the caravan fared on and the Stoker wept and imagined in himself a thousand things, whilst the Eunuch walked by his side and told him nothing, but said to him,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_26": "\"Take him off the ass.\" So they carried him along with the caravan, surrounded by the pages, as the white contains the black of the eye; and the Castrato said to them, \"If a hair of him be lost, you will be lost with it.\" And he bade them privily treat him with honour and not humiliate him. But when the Stoker saw himself beset by the pages, he despaired of his life and turning to the Eunuch, said to him, <|Q|>\"O Chief, I am neither this youth's brother nor am I akin to him, nor is he sib to me; but I was a Fireman in a Hammam and found him cast out, in his sickness, on the dung heap.\"<|Q|> Then the caravan fared on and the Stoker wept and imagined in himself a thousand things, whilst the Eunuch walked by his side and told him nothing, but said to him, \"Thou disturbedst our mistress by reciting verses, thou and this youth: but fear nothing for thy self;\" and kept laughing at him the while to himself. Whenever the caravan halted, they served him with food, and he and the Castrato ate from one dish.[FN#322] Then the Eunuch bade his lads bring a gugglet of sugared sherbet and, after drinking himself, gave it to the Fireman, who drank; but all the while his tears never dried, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan and for what had befallen them in their strangerhood. So they both travelled on with the caravan, whilst the Chamberlain now rode by the door of his wife's litter, in attendance on Zau al-Makan and his sister, and now gave an eye to the Fireman; and Nuzhat al-Zaman and her brother occupied themselves with converse and mutual condolence; and they ceased not after this fashion till they came within three days' journey from Baghdad. Here they alighted at eventide and rested till the morning morrowed; and as they awoke and they were about to load the beasts, behold, there appeared afar off a great cloud of dust that darkened the firmament till it became black as gloomiest night.[FN#323] Thereupon the Chamberlain cried out to them, \"Stay, and your loading delay!\"; then, mounting with his Mamelukes, rode forward in the direction of the dust cloud. When they drew near, suddenly appeared under it a numerous conquering host like the full tide sea, with flags and standards, drums and kettledrums, horsemen and footmen. The Chamberlain marvelled at this; and when the troops saw him, there detached itself from amongst them a plump of five hundred cavaliers, who fell upon him and his suite and surrounded them, five for one; whereupon said he to them,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_22": "I felt I must deal with this person alone, for I feared the worst; and, asking them to excuse me, I went to the hedge and faced the Frenchman with the frightful calm of despair. He was a short, stout little man, with blue cheeks, sparkling black eyes, and a vivacious walnut-coloured countenance; he wore a short black alpaca coat, and a large white cravat with an immense oval malachite brooch in the centre of it, which I mention because I found myself staring mechanically at it during the interview.\n\n<|Q|>'My name is Weatherhead,'<|Q|> I began, with the bearing of a detected pickpocket. 'Can I be of any service to you?'\n\n'Of a great service,' he said emphatically; 'you can restore to me ze poodle vich I see zere!'", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_28": "\" and kept laughing at him the while to himself. Whenever the caravan halted, they served him with food, and he and the Castrato ate from one dish.[FN#322] Then the Eunuch bade his lads bring a gugglet of sugared sherbet and, after drinking himself, gave it to the Fireman, who drank; but all the while his tears never dried, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan and for what had befallen them in their strangerhood. So they both travelled on with the caravan, whilst the Chamberlain now rode by the door of his wife's litter, in attendance on Zau al-Makan and his sister, and now gave an eye to the Fireman; and Nuzhat al-Zaman and her brother occupied themselves with converse and mutual condolence; and they ceased not after this fashion till they came within three days' journey from Baghdad. Here they alighted at eventide and rested till the morning morrowed; and as they awoke and they were about to load the beasts, behold, there appeared afar off a great cloud of dust that darkened the firmament till it became black as gloomiest night.[FN#323] Thereupon the Chamberlain cried out to them, \"Stay, and your loading delay!\"; then, mounting with his Mamelukes, rode forward in the direction of the dust cloud. When they drew near, suddenly appeared under it a numerous conquering host like the full tide sea, with flags and standards, drums and kettledrums, horsemen and footmen. The Chamberlain marvelled at this; and when the troops saw him, there detached itself from amongst them a plump of five hundred cavaliers, who fell upon him and his suite and surrounded them, five for one; whereupon said he to them, <|Q|>\"What is the matter and what are these troops, that ye do this with us?\"<|Q|> Asked they, \"Who art thou; and whence comest thou, and whither art thou bound?\" and he answered, \"I am the Chamberlain of the Emir of Damascus, King Sharrkan, son of Omar bin al-Nu'uman, Lord of Baghdad and of the land of Khorasan, and I bring tribute and presents from him to his father in Baghdad.\" When the horsemen heard his words they let their head-kerchiefs fall over their faces and wept, saying,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_29": "\" and kept laughing at him the while to himself. Whenever the caravan halted, they served him with food, and he and the Castrato ate from one dish.[FN#322] Then the Eunuch bade his lads bring a gugglet of sugared sherbet and, after drinking himself, gave it to the Fireman, who drank; but all the while his tears never dried, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan and for what had befallen them in their strangerhood. So they both travelled on with the caravan, whilst the Chamberlain now rode by the door of his wife's litter, in attendance on Zau al-Makan and his sister, and now gave an eye to the Fireman; and Nuzhat al-Zaman and her brother occupied themselves with converse and mutual condolence; and they ceased not after this fashion till they came within three days' journey from Baghdad. Here they alighted at eventide and rested till the morning morrowed; and as they awoke and they were about to load the beasts, behold, there appeared afar off a great cloud of dust that darkened the firmament till it became black as gloomiest night.[FN#323] Thereupon the Chamberlain cried out to them, \"Stay, and your loading delay!\"; then, mounting with his Mamelukes, rode forward in the direction of the dust cloud. When they drew near, suddenly appeared under it a numerous conquering host like the full tide sea, with flags and standards, drums and kettledrums, horsemen and footmen. The Chamberlain marvelled at this; and when the troops saw him, there detached itself from amongst them a plump of five hundred cavaliers, who fell upon him and his suite and surrounded them, five for one; whereupon said he to them, \"What is the matter and what are these troops, that ye do this with us?\" Asked they, <|Q|>\"Who art thou; and whence comest thou, and whither art thou bound?\"<|Q|> and he answered, \"I am the Chamberlain of the Emir of Damascus, King Sharrkan, son of Omar bin al-Nu'uman, Lord of Baghdad and of the land of Khorasan, and I bring tribute and presents from him to his father in Baghdad.\" When the horsemen heard his words they let their head-kerchiefs fall over their faces and wept, saying, \"In very sooth King Omar is dead and he died not but of poison. So fare ye forwards; no harm shall befal you till you join his Grand Wazir, Dandan", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_30": "\" and kept laughing at him the while to himself. Whenever the caravan halted, they served him with food, and he and the Castrato ate from one dish.[FN#322] Then the Eunuch bade his lads bring a gugglet of sugared sherbet and, after drinking himself, gave it to the Fireman, who drank; but all the while his tears never dried, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan and for what had befallen them in their strangerhood. So they both travelled on with the caravan, whilst the Chamberlain now rode by the door of his wife's litter, in attendance on Zau al-Makan and his sister, and now gave an eye to the Fireman; and Nuzhat al-Zaman and her brother occupied themselves with converse and mutual condolence; and they ceased not after this fashion till they came within three days' journey from Baghdad. Here they alighted at eventide and rested till the morning morrowed; and as they awoke and they were about to load the beasts, behold, there appeared afar off a great cloud of dust that darkened the firmament till it became black as gloomiest night.[FN#323] Thereupon the Chamberlain cried out to them, \"Stay, and your loading delay!\"; then, mounting with his Mamelukes, rode forward in the direction of the dust cloud. When they drew near, suddenly appeared under it a numerous conquering host like the full tide sea, with flags and standards, drums and kettledrums, horsemen and footmen. The Chamberlain marvelled at this; and when the troops saw him, there detached itself from amongst them a plump of five hundred cavaliers, who fell upon him and his suite and surrounded them, five for one; whereupon said he to them, \"What is the matter and what are these troops, that ye do this with us?\" Asked they, \"Who art thou; and whence comest thou, and whither art thou bound?\" and he answered, <|Q|>\"I am the Chamberlain of the Emir of Damascus, King Sharrkan, son of Omar bin al-Nu'uman, Lord of Baghdad and of the land of Khorasan, and I bring tribute and presents from him to his father in Baghdad.\"<|Q|> When the horsemen heard his words they let their head-kerchiefs fall over their faces and wept, saying, \"In very sooth King Omar is dead and he died not but of poison. So fare ye forwards; no harm shall befal you till you join his Grand Wazir, Dandan.\" Now when the Chamberlain heard this, he wept sore and exclaimed, \"Oh for our disappointment in this our journey!\" Then he and all his suite wept till they had come up with the host and sought access to the Wazir Dandan, who granted an interview and called a halt and, causing his pavilion to be pitched, sat down on a couch therein and commanded to admit the Chamberlain. Then he bade him be seated and questioned him; and he replied that he was Chamberlain to the Emir of Damascus and was bound to King Omar with presents and the tribute of Syria. The Wazir, hearing the mention of King Omar's name, wept and said, \"King Omar is dead by poison, and upon his dying the folk fell out amongst themselves as to who should succeed him, until they were like to slay one another on this account; but the notables and grandees and the four Kazis interposed and all the people agreed to refer the matter to the decision of the four judges and that none should gainsay them. So it was agreed that we go to Damascus and fetch thence the King's son, Sharrkan, and make him Sultan over his father's realm. And amongst them were some who would have chosen the cadet, Zau Al-Makan, for, quoth they, his name be Light of the Place, and he hath a sister Nuzhat al-Zaman hight, the Delight of the Time; but they set out five years ago for Al-Hijaz and none wotteth what is become of them.\" When the Chamberlain heard this, he knew; that his wife had told him the truth of her adventures; and he grieved with sore grief for the death of King Omar, albeit he joyed with exceeding joy, especially at the arrival of Zau al-Makan, for that he would now become Sultan of Baghdad in his father's stead \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_28": "'I tell you,' I said, 'that poodle belongs to the gentleman over there.' And I pointed to the Colonel, seeing that it was best now to bring him into the affair without delay.\n\n<|Q|>'You are wrong,'<|Q|> he said doggedly; 'ze poodle is my poodle! And I was direct to you -- it is your name on ze carte!' And he presented me with that fatal card which I had been foolish enough to give to Blagg as a proof of my identity. I saw it all now; the old villain had betrayed me, and to earn a double reward had put the real owner on my track.\n\nI decided to call the Colonel at once, and attempt to brazen it out with the help of his sincere belief in the dog.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_29": "'I tell you,' I said, 'that poodle belongs to the gentleman over there.' And I pointed to the Colonel, seeing that it was best now to bring him into the affair without delay.\n\n'You are wrong,' he said doggedly; <|Q|>'ze poodle is my poodle! And I was direct to you -- it is your name on ze carte!'<|Q|> And he presented me with that fatal card which I had been foolish enough to give to Blagg as a proof of my identity. I saw it all now; the old villain had betrayed me, and to earn a double reward had put the real owner on my track.\n\nI decided to call the Colonel at once, and attempt to brazen it out with the help of his sincere belief in the dog.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_32": "\"I am the Chamberlain of the Emir of Damascus, King Sharrkan, son of Omar bin al-Nu'uman, Lord of Baghdad and of the land of Khorasan, and I bring tribute and presents from him to his father in Baghdad.\" When the horsemen heard his words they let their head-kerchiefs fall over their faces and wept, saying, \"In very sooth King Omar is dead and he died not but of poison. So fare ye forwards; no harm shall befal you till you join his Grand Wazir, Dandan.\" Now when the Chamberlain heard this, he wept sore and exclaimed, <|Q|>\"Oh for our disappointment in this our journey!\"<|Q|> Then he and all his suite wept till they had come up with the host and sought access to the Wazir Dandan, who granted an interview and called a halt and, causing his pavilion to be pitched, sat down on a couch therein and commanded to admit the Chamberlain. Then he bade him be seated and questioned him; and he replied that he was Chamberlain to the Emir of Damascus and was bound to King Omar with presents and the tribute of Syria. The Wazir, hearing the mention of King Omar's name, wept and said, \"King Omar is dead by poison, and upon his dying the folk fell out amongst themselves as to who should succeed him, until they were like to slay one another on this account; but the notables and grandees and the four Kazis interposed and all the people agreed to refer the matter to the decision of the four judges and that none should gainsay them. So it was agreed that we go to Damascus and fetch thence the King's son, Sharrkan, and make him Sultan over his father's realm. And amongst them were some who would have chosen the cadet, Zau Al-Makan, for, quoth they, his name be Light of the Place, and he hath a sister Nuzhat al-Zaman hight, the Delight of the Time; but they set out five years ago for Al-Hijaz and none wotteth what is become of them.\" When the Chamberlain heard this, he knew; that his wife had told him the truth of her adventures; and he grieved with sore grief for the death of King Omar, albeit he joyed with exceeding joy, especially at the arrival of Zau al-Makan, for that he would now become Sultan of Baghdad in his father's stead \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_2": "To my unutterable horror I saw that that miserable poodle, after begging unnoticed at the tea-table for some time, had retired to an open space before it, where he was now industriously standing on his head.\n\nWe gathered round and examined the animal curiously, as he continued to balance himself gravely in his abnormal position. <|Q|>'Good gracious, John,'<|Q|> cried Mrs. Currie, 'I never saw Bingo do such a thing before in his life!'\n\n'Very odd,' said the Colonel, putting up his glasses; 'never learnt that from me.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_1": "'suppose we all go out and have our coffee on the lawn? It -- it will be cooler there.' For it was getting very hot indoors, I thought.\n\nI left Travers to amuse the ladies -- he could do no more harm now; and taking the Colonel aside, I seized the opportunity, as we strolled up and down the garden path, to ask his consent to Lilian's engagement to me. He gave it cordially. 'There's not a man in England,' he said, <|Q|>'that I'd sooner see her married to after to-day. You're<|Q|> a quiet steady young fellow, and you've a good kind heart. As for the money, that's neither here nor there; Lilian won't come to you without a penny, you know. But really, my boy, you can hardly believe what it is to my poor wife and me to see that dog. Why, bless my soul, look at him now! What's the matter with him, eh?'\n\nTo my unutterable horror I saw that that miserable poodle, after begging unnoticed at the tea-table for some time, had retired to an open space before it, where he was now industriously standing on his head.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_4": "We gathered round and examined the animal curiously, as he continued to balance himself gravely in his abnormal position. 'Good gracious, John,' cried Mrs. Currie, 'I never saw Bingo do such a thing before in his life!'\n\n'Very odd,' said the Colonel, putting up his glasses; <|Q|>'never learnt that from me.'<|Q|>\n\n'I tell you what I fancy it is,' I suggested wildly. 'You see, he was always a sensitive, excitable animal, and perhaps the -- the sudden joy of his return has gone to his head -- upset him, you know.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_5": "'Very odd,' said the Colonel, putting up his glasses; 'never learnt that from me.'\n\n<|Q|>'I tell you what I fancy it is,'<|Q|> I suggested wildly. 'You see, he was always a sensitive, excitable animal, and perhaps the -- the sudden joy of his return has gone to his head -- upset him, you know.'\n\nThey seemed disposed to accept this solution, and indeed I believe they would have credited Bingo with every conceivable degree of sensibility; but I felt myself that if this unhappy animal had many more of these accomplishments I was undone, for the original Bingo had never been a dog of parts.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_3": "To my unutterable horror I saw that that miserable poodle, after begging unnoticed at the tea-table for some time, had retired to an open space before it, where he was now industriously standing on his head.\n\nWe gathered round and examined the animal curiously, as he continued to balance himself gravely in his abnormal position. 'Good gracious, John,' cried Mrs. Currie, <|Q|>'I never saw Bingo do such a thing before in his life!'<|Q|>\n\n'Very odd,' said the Colonel, putting up his glasses; 'never learnt that from me.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_6": "'Very odd,' said the Colonel, putting up his glasses; 'never learnt that from me.'\n\n'I tell you what I fancy it is,' I suggested wildly. <|Q|>'You see, he was always a sensitive, excitable animal, and perhaps the -- the sudden joy of his return has gone to his head -- upset him, you know.'<|Q|>\n\nThey seemed disposed to accept this solution, and indeed I believe they would have credited Bingo with every conceivable degree of sensibility; but I felt myself that if this unhappy animal had many more of these accomplishments I was undone, for the original Bingo had never been a dog of parts.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_7": "They seemed disposed to accept this solution, and indeed I believe they would have credited Bingo with every conceivable degree of sensibility; but I felt myself that if this unhappy animal had many more of these accomplishments I was undone, for the original Bingo had never been a dog of parts.\n\n<|Q|>'It's very odd,'<|Q|> said Travers, reflectively, as the dog recovered his proper level, 'but I always thought that it was half the right ear that Bingo had lost?'\n\n'So it is, isn't it?' said the Colonel. 'Left, eh? Well, I thought myself it was the right.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_8": "They seemed disposed to accept this solution, and indeed I believe they would have credited Bingo with every conceivable degree of sensibility; but I felt myself that if this unhappy animal had many more of these accomplishments I was undone, for the original Bingo had never been a dog of parts.\n\n'It's very odd,' said Travers, reflectively, as the dog recovered his proper level, <|Q|>'but I always thought that it was half the right ear that Bingo had lost?'<|Q|>\n\n'So it is, isn't it?' said the Colonel. 'Left, eh? Well, I thought myself it was the right.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_9": "'It's very odd,' said Travers, reflectively, as the dog recovered his proper level, 'but I always thought that it was half the right ear that Bingo had lost?'\n\n<|Q|>'So it is, isn't it?'<|Q|> said the Colonel. 'Left, eh? Well, I thought myself it was the right.'\n\nMy heart almost stopped with terror -- I had altogether forgotten that. I hastened to set the point at rest. 'Oh, it was the left,' I said positively; 'I know it because I remember so particularly thinking how odd it was that it should be the left ear, and not the right!' I told myself this should be positively my last lie.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_10": "'It's very odd,' said Travers, reflectively, as the dog recovered his proper level, 'but I always thought that it was half the right ear that Bingo had lost?'\n\n'So it is, isn't it?' said the Colonel. <|Q|>'Left, eh? Well, I thought myself it was the right.'<|Q|>\n\nMy heart almost stopped with terror -- I had altogether forgotten that. I hastened to set the point at rest. 'Oh, it was the left,' I said positively; 'I know it because I remember so particularly thinking how odd it was that it should be the left ear, and not the right!' I told myself this should be positively my last lie.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_39": "'Ah, remark him well, then. Azor, mon chou, danse donc un peu!'\n\nAnd on the foreigner's whistling a lively air, that infernal poodle rose on his hind legs and danced solemnly about half-way round the garden! We inside followed his movements with dismay. <|Q|>'Why, dash it all!'<|Q|> cried the disgusted Colonel, 'he's dancing along like a d -- -- d mountebank! But it's my Bingo for all that!'\n\n'You are not convince? You shall see more. Azor, ici! Pour Beesmarck, Azor!' (the poodle barked ferociously). 'Pour Gambetta!' (he wagged his tail and began to leap with joy). 'Meurs pour la Patrie!' -- and the too-accomplished animal rolled over as if killed in battle!", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_13": "'Why odd?' asked Frank Travers, with his most offensive Socratic manner.\n\n<|Q|>'My dear fellow, I can't tell you,'<|Q|> I said impatiently; 'everything seems odd when you come to think at all about it.'\n\n'Algernon,' said Lilian later on, 'will you tell Aunt Mary and Mr. Travers, and -- and me, how it was you came to find Bingo? Mr. Travers is quite anxious to hear all about it.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_12": "'So it is, isn't it?' said the Colonel. 'Left, eh? Well, I thought myself it was the right.'\n\nMy heart almost stopped with terror -- I had altogether forgotten that. I hastened to set the point at rest. 'Oh, it was the left,' I said positively; <|Q|>'I know it because I remember so particularly thinking how odd it was that it should be the left ear, and not the right!'<|Q|> I told myself this should be positively my last lie.\n\n'Why odd?' asked Frank Travers, with his most offensive Socratic manner.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_14": "'Why odd?' asked Frank Travers, with his most offensive Socratic manner.\n\n'My dear fellow, I can't tell you,' I said impatiently; <|Q|>'everything seems odd when you come to think at all about it.'<|Q|>\n\n'Algernon,' said Lilian later on, 'will you tell Aunt Mary and Mr. Travers, and -- and me, how it was you came to find Bingo? Mr. Travers is quite anxious to hear all about it.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_42": "And on the foreigner's whistling a lively air, that infernal poodle rose on his hind legs and danced solemnly about half-way round the garden! We inside followed his movements with dismay. 'Why, dash it all!' cried the disgusted Colonel, 'he's dancing along like a d -- -- d mountebank! But it's my Bingo for all that!'\n\n'You are not convince? You shall see more. Azor, ici! Pour Beesmarck, Azor!' (the poodle barked ferociously). 'Pour Gambetta!' (he wagged his tail and began to leap with joy). <|Q|>'Meurs pour la Patrie!'<|Q|> -- and the too-accomplished animal rolled over as if killed in battle!\n\n'Where could Bingo have picked up so much French!' cried Lilian, incredulously.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_16": "I had the inexpressible pleasure of seeing Travers grinding his teeth with envy as I went on, and feeling Lilian's soft, slender hand glide silently into mine as I told my tale in the twilight.\n\nAll at once, just as I reached the climax, we heard the poodle barking furiously at the hedge which separated my garden from the road. <|Q|>'There's a foreign-looking man staring over the hedge,'<|Q|> said Lilian; 'Bingo always did hate foreigners.'\n\nThere certainly was a swarthy man there, and, though I had no reason for it then, somehow my heart died within me at the sight of him.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_44": "'Where could Bingo have picked up so much French!' cried Lilian, incredulously.\n\n<|Q|>'Or so much French history?'<|Q|> added that serpent Travers.\n\n'Shall I command 'im to jomp, or reverse 'imself?' inquired the obliging Frenchman.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_45": "'Shall I command 'im to jomp, or reverse 'imself?' inquired the obliging Frenchman.\n\n<|Q|>'We've seen that, thank you,'<|Q|> said the Colonel, gloomily. 'Upon my word, I don't know what to think. It can't be that that's not my Bingo after all -- I'll never believe it!'\n\nI tried a last desperate stroke. 'Will you come round to the front?' I said to the Frenchman; 'I'll let you in, and we can discuss the matter quietly.' Then, as we walked back together, I asked him eagerly what he would take to abandon his claims and let the Colonel think the poodle was his after all.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_18": "There certainly was a swarthy man there, and, though I had no reason for it then, somehow my heart died within me at the sight of him.\n\n<|Q|>'Don't be alarmed, sir,'<|Q|> cried the Colonel, 'the dog won't bite you -- unless there's a hole in the hedge anywhere.'\n\nThe stranger took off his small straw hat with a sweep. 'Ah, I am not afraid,' he said, and his accent proclaimed him a Frenchman, 'he is not enrage at me. May I ask, is it pairmeet to speak wiz Misterre Vezzered?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_20": "'Don't be alarmed, sir,' cried the Colonel, 'the dog won't bite you -- unless there's a hole in the hedge anywhere.'\n\nThe stranger took off his small straw hat with a sweep. <|Q|>'Ah, I am not afraid,'<|Q|> he said, and his accent proclaimed him a Frenchman, 'he is not enrage at me. May I ask, is it pairmeet to speak wiz Misterre Vezzered?'\n\nI felt I must deal with this person alone, for I feared the worst; and, asking them to excuse me, I went to the hedge and faced the Frenchman with the frightful calm of despair. He was a short, stout little man, with blue cheeks, sparkling black eyes, and a vivacious walnut-coloured countenance; he wore a short black alpaca coat, and a large white cravat with an immense oval malachite brooch in the centre of it, which I mention because I found myself staring mechanically at it during the interview.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_21": "'Don't be alarmed, sir,' cried the Colonel, 'the dog won't bite you -- unless there's a hole in the hedge anywhere.'\n\nThe stranger took off his small straw hat with a sweep. 'Ah, I am not afraid,' he said, and his accent proclaimed him a Frenchman, <|Q|>'he is not enrage at me. May I ask, is it pairmeet to speak wiz Misterre Vezzered?'<|Q|>\n\nI felt I must deal with this person alone, for I feared the worst; and, asking them to excuse me, I went to the hedge and faced the Frenchman with the frightful calm of despair. He was a short, stout little man, with blue cheeks, sparkling black eyes, and a vivacious walnut-coloured countenance; he wore a short black alpaca coat, and a large white cravat with an immense oval malachite brooch in the centre of it, which I mention because I found myself staring mechanically at it during the interview.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_02_ballantyne_64kb_0": "For instance one afternoon she addressed to a learned doctor the following query: -- \n\n<|Q|>\"Can you send copy last prescription? Lost it. Face red as a carrot. In agonies! What shall I do? Help!\"<|Q|>\n\nTo which the learned doctor gave the matter-of-fact but inelegant reply: -- ", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_23": "I felt I must deal with this person alone, for I feared the worst; and, asking them to excuse me, I went to the hedge and faced the Frenchman with the frightful calm of despair. He was a short, stout little man, with blue cheeks, sparkling black eyes, and a vivacious walnut-coloured countenance; he wore a short black alpaca coat, and a large white cravat with an immense oval malachite brooch in the centre of it, which I mention because I found myself staring mechanically at it during the interview.\n\n'My name is Weatherhead,' I began, with the bearing of a detected pickpocket. <|Q|>'Can I be of any service to you?'<|Q|>\n\n'Of a great service,' he said emphatically; 'you can restore to me ze poodle vich I see zere!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_24": "'My name is Weatherhead,' I began, with the bearing of a detected pickpocket. 'Can I be of any service to you?'\n\n<|Q|>'Of a great service,'<|Q|> he said emphatically; 'you can restore to me ze poodle vich I see zere!'\n\nNemesis had called at last in the shape of a rival claimant. I staggered for an instant; then I said, 'Oh, I think you are under a mistake -- that dog is not mine.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_26": "'Of a great service,' he said emphatically; 'you can restore to me ze poodle vich I see zere!'\n\nNemesis had called at last in the shape of a rival claimant. I staggered for an instant; then I said, <|Q|>'Oh, I think you are under a mistake -- that dog is not mine.'<|Q|>\n\n'I know it,' he said; 'zere 'as been leetle mistake, so if ze dog is not to you, you give him back to me, hein?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_25": "'My name is Weatherhead,' I began, with the bearing of a detected pickpocket. 'Can I be of any service to you?'\n\n'Of a great service,' he said emphatically; <|Q|>'you can restore to me ze poodle vich I see zere!'<|Q|>\n\nNemesis had called at last in the shape of a rival claimant. I staggered for an instant; then I said, 'Oh, I think you are under a mistake -- that dog is not mine.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_27": "'I know it,' he said; 'zere 'as been leetle mistake, so if ze dog is not to you, you give him back to me, hein?'\n\n'I tell you,' I said, <|Q|>'that poodle belongs to the gentleman over there.'<|Q|> And I pointed to the Colonel, seeing that it was best now to bring him into the affair without delay.\n\n'You are wrong,' he said doggedly; 'ze poodle is my poodle! And I was direct to you -- it is your name on ze carte!' And he presented me with that fatal card which I had been foolish enough to give to Blagg as a proof of my identity. I saw it all now; the old villain had betrayed me, and to earn a double reward had put the real owner on my track.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_31": "\"Who art thou; and whence comest thou, and whither art thou bound?\" and he answered, \"I am the Chamberlain of the Emir of Damascus, King Sharrkan, son of Omar bin al-Nu'uman, Lord of Baghdad and of the land of Khorasan, and I bring tribute and presents from him to his father in Baghdad.\" When the horsemen heard his words they let their head-kerchiefs fall over their faces and wept, saying, <|Q|>\"In very sooth King Omar is dead and he died not but of poison. So fare ye forwards; no harm shall befal you till you join his Grand Wazir, Dandan.\"<|Q|> Now when the Chamberlain heard this, he wept sore and exclaimed, \"Oh for our disappointment in this our journey!\" Then he and all his suite wept till they had come up with the host and sought access to the Wazir Dandan, who granted an interview and called a halt and, causing his pavilion to be pitched, sat down on a couch therein and commanded to admit the Chamberlain. Then he bade him be seated and questioned him; and he replied that he was Chamberlain to the Emir of Damascus and was bound to King Omar with presents and the tribute of Syria. The Wazir, hearing the mention of King Omar's name, wept and said, \"King Omar is dead by poison, and upon his dying the folk fell out amongst themselves as to who should succeed him, until they were like to slay one another on this account; but the notables and grandees and the four Kazis interposed and all the people agreed to refer the matter to the decision of the four judges and that none should gainsay them. So it was agreed that we go to Damascus and fetch thence the King's son, Sharrkan, and make him Sultan over his father's realm. And amongst them were some who would have chosen the cadet, Zau Al-Makan, for, quoth they, his name be Light of the Place, and he hath a sister Nuzhat al-Zaman hight, the Delight of the Time; but they set out five years ago for Al-Hijaz and none wotteth what is become of them.\" When the Chamberlain heard this, he knew; that his wife had told him the truth of her adventures; and he grieved with sore grief for the death of King Omar, albeit he joyed with exceeding joy, especially at the arrival of Zau al-Makan, for that he would now become Sultan of Baghdad in his father's stead \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_57": "'Certainly' said the Colonel; and after some apologies on our part for the mistake, he went off in triumph, with the detestable poodle frisking after him.\n\nWhen he had gone the Colonel laid his hand kindly on my shoulder. 'Don't look so cut up about it, my boy,' he said; <|Q|>'you did your best -- there was a sort of likeness, to any one who didn't know Bingo as we did.'<|Q|>\n\nJust then the Frenchman again appeared at the hedge. 'A thousand pardons,' he said, 'but I find zis upon my dog -- it is not to me. Suffer me to restore it viz many compliments.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_30": "I decided to call the Colonel at once, and attempt to brazen it out with the help of his sincere belief in the dog.\n\n<|Q|>'Eh, what's that; what's it all about?'<|Q|> said the Colonel, bustling up, followed at intervals by the others.\n\nThe Frenchman raised his hat again. 'I do not vant to make a trouble,' he began, 'but zere is leetle mistake. My word of honour, sare, I see my own poodle in your garden. Ven I appeal to zis gentilman to restore 'im he reffer me to you.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_31": "'Eh, what's that; what's it all about?' said the Colonel, bustling up, followed at intervals by the others.\n\nThe Frenchman raised his hat again. <|Q|>'I do not vant to make a trouble,'<|Q|> he began, 'but zere is leetle mistake. My word of honour, sare, I see my own poodle in your garden. Ven I appeal to zis gentilman to restore 'im he reffer me to you.'\n\n'You must allow me to know my own dog, sir,' said the Colonel. 'Why, I've had him from a pup. Bingo, old boy, you know your master, don't you?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_32": "The Frenchman raised his hat again. 'I do not vant to make a trouble,' he began, 'but zere is leetle mistake. My word of honour, sare, I see my own poodle in your garden. Ven I appeal to zis gentilman to restore 'im he reffer me to you.'\n\n<|Q|>'You must allow me to know my own dog, sir,'<|Q|> said the Colonel. 'Why, I've had him from a pup. Bingo, old boy, you know your master, don't you?'\n\nBut the brute ignored him altogether, and began to leap wildly at the hedge, in frantic efforts to join the Frenchman. It needed no Solomon to decide his ownership!", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_33": "The Frenchman raised his hat again. 'I do not vant to make a trouble,' he began, 'but zere is leetle mistake. My word of honour, sare, I see my own poodle in your garden. Ven I appeal to zis gentilman to restore 'im he reffer me to you.'\n\n'You must allow me to know my own dog, sir,' said the Colonel. <|Q|>'Why, I've had him from a pup. Bingo, old boy, you know your master, don't you?'<|Q|>\n\nBut the brute ignored him altogether, and began to leap wildly at the hedge, in frantic efforts to join the Frenchman. It needed no Solomon to decide his ownership!", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_34": "But the brute ignored him altogether, and began to leap wildly at the hedge, in frantic efforts to join the Frenchman. It needed no Solomon to decide his ownership!\n\n'I tell you, you 'ave got ze wrong poodle -- it is my own dog, my Azor! He remember me well, you see? I lose him it is three, four days.... I see a nottice zat he is found, and ven I go to ze address zey tell me, \"Oh, he is reclaim, he is gone wiz a strangaire who has advertise.\" Zey show me ze placard, I follow <|Q|>'ere, and ven I arrive, I see my poodle in ze garden before me!'<|Q|>\n\n'But look here,' said the Colonel, impatiently; 'it's all very well to say that, but how can you prove it? I give you my word that the dog belongs to me! You must prove your claim, eh, Travers?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_63": "One more lie -- and I was so-weary of falsehood! 'Y-yes,' I said reluctantly, that was so.'\n\n'Very extraordinary,' said Travers; <|Q|>'that's the wrong poodle beyond a doubt, but when he's found, he's wearing the right dog's collar! Now how do you account for that?'<|Q|>\n\n'My good fellow,' I said impatiently, 'I'm not in the witness-box. I can't account for it. It -- it's a mere coincidence!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_37": "'Attend an instant -- your poodle was he 'ighly train, had he some talents -- a dog viz tricks, eh?'\n\n'No, he's not,' said the Colonel; <|Q|>'I don't like to see dogs taught to play the fool -- there's none of that nonsense about him, sir!'<|Q|>\n\n'Ah, remark him well, then. Azor, mon chou, danse donc un peu!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_36": "'But look here,' said the Colonel, impatiently; 'it's all very well to say that, but how can you prove it? I give you my word that the dog belongs to me! You must prove your claim, eh, Travers?'\n\n'Yes,' said Travers, judicially, <|Q|>'mere assertion is no proof: it's oath against oath, at present.'<|Q|>\n\n'Attend an instant -- your poodle was he 'ighly train, had he some talents -- a dog viz tricks, eh?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_38": "'No, he's not,' said the Colonel; 'I don't like to see dogs taught to play the fool -- there's none of that nonsense about him, sir!'\n\n<|Q|>'Ah, remark him well, then. Azor, mon chou, danse donc un peu!'<|Q|>\n\nAnd on the foreigner's whistling a lively air, that infernal poodle rose on his hind legs and danced solemnly about half-way round the garden! We inside followed his movements with dismay. 'Why, dash it all!' cried the disgusted Colonel, 'he's dancing along like a d -- -- d mountebank! But it's my Bingo for all that!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_11": "'So it is, isn't it?' said the Colonel. 'Left, eh? Well, I thought myself it was the right.'\n\nMy heart almost stopped with terror -- I had altogether forgotten that. I hastened to set the point at rest. <|Q|>'Oh, it was the left,'<|Q|> I said positively; 'I know it because I remember so particularly thinking how odd it was that it should be the left ear, and not the right!' I told myself this should be positively my last lie.\n\n'Why odd?' asked Frank Travers, with his most offensive Socratic manner.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_40": "'Ah, remark him well, then. Azor, mon chou, danse donc un peu!'\n\nAnd on the foreigner's whistling a lively air, that infernal poodle rose on his hind legs and danced solemnly about half-way round the garden! We inside followed his movements with dismay. 'Why, dash it all!' cried the disgusted Colonel, <|Q|>'he's dancing along like a d -- -- d mountebank! But it's my Bingo for all that!'<|Q|>\n\n'You are not convince? You shall see more. Azor, ici! Pour Beesmarck, Azor!' (the poodle barked ferociously). 'Pour Gambetta!' (he wagged his tail and began to leap with joy). 'Meurs pour la Patrie!' -- and the too-accomplished animal rolled over as if killed in battle!", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_70": "It was the sort of thing I did not enjoy at all. 'You must excuse me to-night, Travers,' I said uncomfortably; 'you see, just now it's rather a sore subject for me -- and I'm not feeling very well!' I was grateful just then for a reassuring glance of pity and confidence from Lilian's sweet eyes which revived my drooping spirits for the moment.\n\n'Yes, we'll go into it to-morrow, Travers,' said the Colonel; <|Q|>'and then -- hullo, why, there's that confounded Frenchman again!'<|Q|>\n\nIt was indeed; he came prancing back delicately, with a malicious enjoyment on his wrinkled face. 'Once more I return to apologise,' he said. 'My poodle 'as permit 'imself ze grave indiscretion to make a very big 'ole at ze bottom of ze garden!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_43": "'You are not convince? You shall see more. Azor, ici! Pour Beesmarck, Azor!' (the poodle barked ferociously). 'Pour Gambetta!' (he wagged his tail and began to leap with joy). 'Meurs pour la Patrie!' -- and the too-accomplished animal rolled over as if killed in battle!\n\n<|Q|>'Where could Bingo have picked up so much French!'<|Q|> cried Lilian, incredulously.\n\n'Or so much French history?' added that serpent Travers.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_71": "'Yes, we'll go into it to-morrow, Travers,' said the Colonel; 'and then -- hullo, why, there's that confounded Frenchman again!'\n\nIt was indeed; he came prancing back delicately, with a malicious enjoyment on his wrinkled face. <|Q|>'Once more I return to apologise,'<|Q|> he said. 'My poodle 'as permit 'imself ze grave indiscretion to make a very big 'ole at ze bottom of ze garden!'\n\nI assured him that it was of no consequence. 'Perhaps,' he replied, looking steadily at me through his keen half-shut eyes, 'you vill not say zat ven you regard ze 'ole. And you others, I spik to you: somtimes von loses a somzing vich is qvite near all ze time. It is ver droll, eh? my vord, ha, ha, ha!' And he ambled off, with an aggressively fiendish laugh that chilled my blood.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_72": "I assured him that it was of no consequence. 'Perhaps,' he replied, looking steadily at me through his keen half-shut eyes, 'you vill not say zat ven you regard ze 'ole. And you others, I spik to you: somtimes von loses a somzing vich is qvite near all ze time. It is ver droll, eh? my vord, ha, ha, ha!' And he ambled off, with an aggressively fiendish laugh that chilled my blood.\n\n<|Q|>'What the dooce did he mean by that, eh?'<|Q|> said the Colonel, blankly.\n\n'Don't know,' said Travers; 'suppose we go and inspect the hole?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_19": "There certainly was a swarthy man there, and, though I had no reason for it then, somehow my heart died within me at the sight of him.\n\n'Don't be alarmed, sir,' cried the Colonel, <|Q|>'the dog won't bite you -- unless there's a hole in the hedge anywhere.'<|Q|>\n\nThe stranger took off his small straw hat with a sweep. 'Ah, I am not afraid,' he said, and his accent proclaimed him a Frenchman, 'he is not enrage at me. May I ask, is it pairmeet to speak wiz Misterre Vezzered?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_46": "'Shall I command 'im to jomp, or reverse 'imself?' inquired the obliging Frenchman.\n\n'We've seen that, thank you,' said the Colonel, gloomily. <|Q|>'Upon my word, I don't know what to think. It can't be that that's not my Bingo after all -- I'll never believe it!'<|Q|>\n\nI tried a last desperate stroke. 'Will you come round to the front?' I said to the Frenchman; 'I'll let you in, and we can discuss the matter quietly.' Then, as we walked back together, I asked him eagerly what he would take to abandon his claims and let the Colonel think the poodle was his after all.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_47": "'We've seen that, thank you,' said the Colonel, gloomily. 'Upon my word, I don't know what to think. It can't be that that's not my Bingo after all -- I'll never believe it!'\n\nI tried a last desperate stroke. <|Q|>'Will you come round to the front?'<|Q|> I said to the Frenchman; 'I'll let you in, and we can discuss the matter quietly.' Then, as we walked back together, I asked him eagerly what he would take to abandon his claims and let the Colonel think the poodle was his after all.\n\nHe was furious -- he considered himself insulted; with great emotion he informed me that the dog was the pride of his life (it seems to be the mission of black poodles to serve as domestic comforts of this priceless kind!), that he would not part with him for twice his weight in gold.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_76": "'It's a very ordinary hole,' I gasped, putting myself before it and trying to turn them back. 'Nothing in it -- nothing at all!'\n\n<|Q|>'Except one Algernon Weatherhead, Esq., eh?'<|Q|> whispered Travers jocosely in my ear.\n\n'No, but,' persisted the Colonel, advancing, 'look here! Has the dog damaged any of your shrubs?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_49": "He was furious -- he considered himself insulted; with great emotion he informed me that the dog was the pride of his life (it seems to be the mission of black poodles to serve as domestic comforts of this priceless kind!), that he would not part with him for twice his weight in gold.\n\n'Figure,' he began, as we joined the others, 'zat zis gentilman 'ere <|Q|>'as offer me money for ze dog! He agrees zat it is to me, you see? Ver well zen, zere is no more to be said!'<|Q|>\n\n'Why, Weatherhead, have you lost faith too, then?' said the Colonel.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_50": "'Figure,' he began, as we joined the others, 'zat zis gentilman 'ere 'as offer me money for ze dog! He agrees zat it is to me, you see? Ver well zen, zere is no more to be said!'\n\n<|Q|>'Why, Weatherhead, have you lost faith too, then?'<|Q|> said the Colonel.\n\nI saw that it was no good -- all I wanted now was to get out of it creditably and get rid of the Frenchman. 'I'm sorry to say,' I replied, 'that I'm afraid I've been deceived by the extraordinary likeness. I don't think, on reflection, that that is Bingo!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_79": "'No, no!' I cried piteously, 'quite the reverse. Let's all go indoors now; it's getting so cold!'\n\n<|Q|>'See, there is a shrub or something uprooted!'<|Q|> said the Colonel, still coming nearer that fatal hole. 'Why, hullo, look there! What's that?'\n\nLilian, who was by his side, gave a slight scream. 'Uncle,' she cried, 'it looks like -- like Bingo!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_52": "I saw that it was no good -- all I wanted now was to get out of it creditably and get rid of the Frenchman. 'I'm sorry to say,' I replied, 'that I'm afraid I've been deceived by the extraordinary likeness. I don't think, on reflection, that that is Bingo!'\n\n<|Q|>'What do you think, Travers?'<|Q|> asked the Colonel.\n\n'Well, since you ask me,' said Travers, with quite unnecessary dryness, 'I never did think so.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_80": "'No, no!' I cried piteously, 'quite the reverse. Let's all go indoors now; it's getting so cold!'\n\n'See, there is a shrub or something uprooted!' said the Colonel, still coming nearer that fatal hole. <|Q|>'Why, hullo, look there! What's that?'<|Q|>\n\nLilian, who was by his side, gave a slight scream. 'Uncle,' she cried, 'it looks like -- like Bingo!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_54": "'What do you think, Travers?' asked the Colonel.\n\n'Well, since you ask me,' said Travers, with quite unnecessary dryness, <|Q|>'I never did think so.'<|Q|>\n\n'Nor I,' said the Colonel; 'I thought from the first that was never my Bingo. Why, Bingo would make two of that beast!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_55": "'Well, since you ask me,' said Travers, with quite unnecessary dryness, 'I never did think so.'\n\n'Nor I,' said the Colonel; <|Q|>'I thought from the first that was never my Bingo. Why, Bingo would make two of that beast!'<|Q|>\n\nAnd Lilian and her aunt both protested that they had had their doubts from the first.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_82": "Lilian, who was by his side, gave a slight scream. 'Uncle,' she cried, 'it looks like -- like Bingo!'\n\nThe Colonel turned suddenly upon me. 'Do you hear?' he demanded, in a choked voice. <|Q|>'You hear what she says? Can't you speak out? Is that our Bingo?'<|Q|>\n\nI gave it up at last; I only longed to be allowed to crawl away under something! 'Yes,' I said in a dull whisper, as I sat down heavily on a garden seat, 'yes ... that's Bingo ... misfortune ... shoot him ... quite an accident!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_83": "The Colonel turned suddenly upon me. 'Do you hear?' he demanded, in a choked voice. 'You hear what she says? Can't you speak out? Is that our Bingo?'\n\nI gave it up at last; I only longed to be allowed to crawl away under something! 'Yes,' I said in a dull whisper, as I sat down heavily on a garden seat, <|Q|>'yes ... that's Bingo ... misfortune ... shoot him ... quite an accident!'<|Q|>\n\nThere was a terrible explosion after that; they saw at last how I had deceived them, and put the very worst construction upon everything. Even now I writhe impotently at times, and my cheeks smart and tingle with humiliation, as I recall that scene -- the Colonel's very plain speaking, Lilian's passionate reproaches and contempt, and her aunt's speechless prostration of disappointment.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_58": "When he had gone the Colonel laid his hand kindly on my shoulder. 'Don't look so cut up about it, my boy,' he said; 'you did your best -- there was a sort of likeness, to any one who didn't know Bingo as we did.'\n\nJust then the Frenchman again appeared at the hedge. <|Q|>'A thousand pardons,'<|Q|> he said, 'but I find zis upon my dog -- it is not to me. Suffer me to restore it viz many compliments.'\n\nIt was Bingo's collar. Travers took it from his hand and brought it to us.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_59": "When he had gone the Colonel laid his hand kindly on my shoulder. 'Don't look so cut up about it, my boy,' he said; 'you did your best -- there was a sort of likeness, to any one who didn't know Bingo as we did.'\n\nJust then the Frenchman again appeared at the hedge. 'A thousand pardons,' he said, <|Q|>'but I find zis upon my dog -- it is not to me. Suffer me to restore it viz many compliments.'<|Q|>\n\nIt was Bingo's collar. Travers took it from his hand and brought it to us.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_60": "It was Bingo's collar. Travers took it from his hand and brought it to us.\n\n<|Q|>'This was on the dog when you stopped that fellow, didn't you say?'<|Q|> he asked me.\n\nOne more lie -- and I was so-weary of falsehood! 'Y-yes,' I said reluctantly, that was so.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_61": "'This was on the dog when you stopped that fellow, didn't you say?' he asked me.\n\nOne more lie -- and I was so-weary of falsehood! <|Q|>'Y-yes,'<|Q|> I said reluctantly, that was so.'\n\n'Very extraordinary,' said Travers; 'that's the wrong poodle beyond a doubt, but when he's found, he's wearing the right dog's collar! Now how do you account for that?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_62": "One more lie -- and I was so-weary of falsehood! 'Y-yes,' I said reluctantly, that was so.'\n\n<|Q|>'Very extraordinary,'<|Q|> said Travers; 'that's the wrong poodle beyond a doubt, but when he's found, he's wearing the right dog's collar! Now how do you account for that?'\n\n'My good fellow,' I said impatiently, 'I'm not in the witness-box. I can't account for it. It -- it's a mere coincidence!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_35": "'I tell you, you 'ave got ze wrong poodle -- it is my own dog, my Azor! He remember me well, you see? I lose him it is three, four days.... I see a nottice zat he is found, and ven I go to ze address zey tell me, \"Oh, he is reclaim, he is gone wiz a strangaire who has advertise.\" Zey show me ze placard, I follow 'ere, and ven I arrive, I see my poodle in ze garden before me!'\n\n'But look here,' said the Colonel, impatiently; <|Q|>'it's all very well to say that, but how can you prove it? I give you my word that the dog belongs to me! You must prove your claim, eh, Travers?'<|Q|>\n\n'Yes,' said Travers, judicially, 'mere assertion is no proof: it's oath against oath, at present.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_64": "'Very extraordinary,' said Travers; 'that's the wrong poodle beyond a doubt, but when he's found, he's wearing the right dog's collar! Now how do you account for that?'\n\n<|Q|>'My good fellow,'<|Q|> I said impatiently, 'I'm not in the witness-box. I can't account for it. It -- it's a mere coincidence!'\n\n'But look here, my dear Weatherhead,' argued Travers (whether in good faith or not I never could quite make out), 'don't you see what a tremendously important link it is? Here's a dog who (as I understand the facts) had a silver collar, with his name engraved on it, round his neck at the time he was lost. Here's that identical collar turning up soon afterwards round the neck of a totally different dog! We must follow this up; we must get at the bottom of it somehow! With a clue like this, we'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_65": "'My good fellow,' I said impatiently, 'I'm not in the witness-box. I can't account for it. It -- it's a mere coincidence!'\n\n<|Q|>'But look here, my dear Weatherhead,'<|Q|> argued Travers (whether in good faith or not I never could quite make out), 'don't you see what a tremendously important link it is? Here's a dog who (as I understand the facts) had a silver collar, with his name engraved on it, round his neck at the time he was lost. Here's that identical collar turning up soon afterwards round the neck of a totally different dog! We must follow this up; we must get at the bottom of it somehow! With a clue like this, we'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_67": "'don't you see what a tremendously important link it is? Here's a dog who (as I understand the facts) had a silver collar, with his name engraved on it, round his neck at the time he was lost. Here's that identical collar turning up soon afterwards round the neck of a totally different dog! We must follow this up; we must get at the bottom of it somehow! With a clue like this, we're sure to find out, either the dog himself, or what's become of him! Just try to recollect exactly what happened, there's a good fellow. This is just the sort of thing I like!'\n\nIt was the sort of thing I did not enjoy at all. <|Q|>'You must excuse me to-night, Travers,'<|Q|> I said uncomfortably; 'you see, just now it's rather a sore subject for me -- and I'm not feeling very well!' I was grateful just then for a reassuring glance of pity and confidence from Lilian's sweet eyes which revived my drooping spirits for the moment.\n\n'Yes, we'll go into it to-morrow, Travers,' said the Colonel; 'and then -- hullo, why, there's that confounded Frenchman again!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_68": "'don't you see what a tremendously important link it is? Here's a dog who (as I understand the facts) had a silver collar, with his name engraved on it, round his neck at the time he was lost. Here's that identical collar turning up soon afterwards round the neck of a totally different dog! We must follow this up; we must get at the bottom of it somehow! With a clue like this, we're sure to find out, either the dog himself, or what's become of him! Just try to recollect exactly what happened, there's a good fellow. This is just the sort of thing I like!'\n\nIt was the sort of thing I did not enjoy at all. 'You must excuse me to-night, Travers,' I said uncomfortably; <|Q|>'you see, just now it's rather a sore subject for me -- and I'<|Q|>m not feeling very well!' I was grateful just then for a reassuring glance of pity and confidence from Lilian's sweet eyes which revived my drooping spirits for the moment.\n\n'Yes, we'll go into it to-morrow, Travers,' said the Colonel; 'and then -- hullo, why, there's that confounded Frenchman again!'", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_12": "The four months of city life, albeit the City was little bigger than our moderate sized country towns, and far from being an unbroken mass of houses, had yet made the two young foresters delighted to enjoy a day of thorough country in one another\u2019s society. Little Dennet longed to go with them, but the prentice world was far too rude for little maidens to be trusted in it, and her father held out hopes of going one of these days to High Park as he called it, while Edmund and Stephen promised her all their nuts, and as many blackberries as could be held in their flat caps.\n\n\u201cGiles has promised me none,\u201d said Dennet, with a pouting lip, <|Q|>\u201cnor Ambrose.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy sure, little mistress, thou\u2019lt have enough to crack thy teeth on!\u201d said Edmund Burgess.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_41": "And on the foreigner's whistling a lively air, that infernal poodle rose on his hind legs and danced solemnly about half-way round the garden! We inside followed his movements with dismay. 'Why, dash it all!' cried the disgusted Colonel, 'he's dancing along like a d -- -- d mountebank! But it's my Bingo for all that!'\n\n<|Q|>'You are not convince? You shall see more. Azor, ici! Pour Beesmarck, Azor!'<|Q|> (the poodle barked ferociously). 'Pour Gambetta!' (he wagged his tail and began to leap with joy). 'Meurs pour la Patrie!' -- and the too-accomplished animal rolled over as if killed in battle!\n\n'Where could Bingo have picked up so much French!' cried Lilian, incredulously.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_15": "'My dear fellow, I can't tell you,' I said impatiently; 'everything seems odd when you come to think at all about it.'\n\n'Algernon,' said Lilian later on, <|Q|>'will you tell Aunt Mary and Mr. Travers, and -- and me, how it was you came to find Bingo? Mr. Travers is quite anxious to hear all about it.'<|Q|>\n\nI could not very well refuse; I sat down and told the story, all my own way. I painted Blagg, perhaps, rather bigger and blacker than life, and described an exciting scene, in which I recognised Bingo by his collar in the streets, and claimed and bore him off then and there in spite of all opposition.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_17": "I had the inexpressible pleasure of seeing Travers grinding his teeth with envy as I went on, and feeling Lilian's soft, slender hand glide silently into mine as I told my tale in the twilight.\n\nAll at once, just as I reached the climax, we heard the poodle barking furiously at the hedge which separated my garden from the road. 'There's a foreign-looking man staring over the hedge,' said Lilian; <|Q|>'Bingo always did hate foreigners.'<|Q|>\n\nThere certainly was a swarthy man there, and, though I had no reason for it then, somehow my heart died within me at the sight of him.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_73": "'What the dooce did he mean by that, eh?' said the Colonel, blankly.\n\n'Don't know,' said Travers; <|Q|>'suppose we go and inspect the hole?'<|Q|>\n\nBut before that I had contrived to draw near it myself, in deadly fear lest the Frenchman's last words had contained some innuendo which I had not understood.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_74": "There the corpse lay, on the very top of the excavations. Time had not, of course, improved its appearance, which was ghastly in the extreme, but still plainly recognisable by the eye of affection.\n\n<|Q|>'It's a very ordinary hole,'<|Q|> I gasped, putting myself before it and trying to turn them back. 'Nothing in it -- nothing at all!'\n\n'Except one Algernon Weatherhead, Esq., eh?' whispered Travers jocosely in my ear.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_19": "\u201cIs she thy master\u2019s daughter?\u201d demanded Dennet, who could admit the claims of another princess.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNay, my master hath no children, but she dwelleth near him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI will send her some, and likewise of mine own comfits and cakes,\u201d said Mistress Dennet. \u201cOnly thou must bring all to me first.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_75": "There the corpse lay, on the very top of the excavations. Time had not, of course, improved its appearance, which was ghastly in the extreme, but still plainly recognisable by the eye of affection.\n\n'It's a very ordinary hole,' I gasped, putting myself before it and trying to turn them back. <|Q|>'Nothing in it -- nothing at all!'<|Q|>\n\n'Except one Algernon Weatherhead, Esq., eh?' whispered Travers jocosely in my ear.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_78": "'No, but,' persisted the Colonel, advancing, 'look here! Has the dog damaged any of your shrubs?'\n\n'No, no!' I cried piteously, <|Q|>'quite the reverse. Let's all go indoors now; it's getting so cold!'<|Q|>\n\n'See, there is a shrub or something uprooted!' said the Colonel, still coming nearer that fatal hole. 'Why, hullo, look there! What's that?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_48": "'We've seen that, thank you,' said the Colonel, gloomily. 'Upon my word, I don't know what to think. It can't be that that's not my Bingo after all -- I'll never believe it!'\n\nI tried a last desperate stroke. 'Will you come round to the front?' I said to the Frenchman; <|Q|>'I'll let you in, and we can discuss the matter quietly.'<|Q|> Then, as we walked back together, I asked him eagerly what he would take to abandon his claims and let the Colonel think the poodle was his after all.\n\nHe was furious -- he considered himself insulted; with great emotion he informed me that the dog was the pride of his life (it seems to be the mission of black poodles to serve as domestic comforts of this priceless kind!), that he would not part with him for twice his weight in gold.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_23": "Ambrose laughed and said, \u201cIt\u2019s a bargain then, little mistress?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI keep my word,\u201d<|Q|> returned Dennet marching away, while Ambrose obeyed a summons from good-natured Mistress Headley to have his wallet filled with bread and cheese like those of her own prentices.\n\nOff went the lads under the guidance of Edmund Burgess, meeting parties of their own kind at every turn, soon leaving behind them the City bounds, as they passed under New Gate, and by and by skirting the fields of the great Carthusian monastery, or Charter House, with the burial-ground given by Sir Walter Manny at the time of the Black Death. Beyond came marshy ground through which they had to pick their way carefully, over stepping-stones \u2014 this being no other than what is now the Regent\u2019s Park, not yet in any degree drained by the New River, but all quaking ground, overgrown with rough grass and marsh-plants, through which Stephen and Ambrose bounded by the help of stout poles with feet and eyes well used to bogs, and knowing where to look for a safe footing, while many a flat-capped London lad floundered about and sank over his yellow ankles or left his shoes behind him, while lapwings shrieked pee-wheet, and almost flapped him with their broad wings, and moorhens dived in the dark pools, and wild ducks rose in long families.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_21": "\u201cNay, my master hath no children, but she dwelleth near him.\u201d\n\n\u201cI will send her some, and likewise of mine own comfits and cakes,\u201d said Mistress Dennet. <|Q|>\u201cOnly thou must bring all to me first.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAmbrose laughed and said, \u201cIt\u2019s a bargain then, little mistress?\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_22": "\u201cI will send her some, and likewise of mine own comfits and cakes,\u201d said Mistress Dennet. \u201cOnly thou must bring all to me first.\u201d\n\nAmbrose laughed and said, <|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s a bargain then, little mistress?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI keep my word,\u201d returned Dennet marching away, while Ambrose obeyed a summons from good-natured Mistress Headley to have his wallet filled with bread and cheese like those of her own prentices.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_56": "'Certainly' said the Colonel; and after some apologies on our part for the mistake, he went off in triumph, with the detestable poodle frisking after him.\n\nWhen he had gone the Colonel laid his hand kindly on my shoulder. <|Q|>'Don't look so cut up about it, my boy,'<|Q|> he said; 'you did your best -- there was a sort of likeness, to any one who didn't know Bingo as we did.'\n\nJust then the Frenchman again appeared at the hedge. 'A thousand pardons,' he said, 'but I find zis upon my dog -- it is not to me. Suffer me to restore it viz many compliments.'", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_25": "There was crackling of boughs and filling of bags, and cracking of nuts, and wild cries in pursuit of startled hare or rabbit, and though Ambrose and Stephen indignantly repelled the idea of St. John\u2019s Wood being named in the same day with their native forest, it is doubtful whether they had ever enjoyed themselves more; until just as they were about to turn homeward, whether moved by his hostility to Stephen, or by envy at the capful of juicy blackberries, carefully covered with green leaves, George Bates, rushing up from behind, shouted out \u201cHere\u2019s a skulker! Here\u2019s one of the black guard! Off to thy fellows, varlet!\u201d at the same time dealing a dexterous blow under the cap, which sent the blackberries up into Ambrose\u2019s face. \u201cHa! ha!\u201d shouted the ill-conditioned fellow. <|Q|>\u201cSo much for a knave that serves rascally strangers! Here! hand over that bag of nuts!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAmbrose was no fighter, but in defence of the bag that was to purchase a treat for little Aldonza, he clenched his fists, and bade George Bates come and take them if he would. The quiet scholarly boy was, however, no match for the young armourer, and made but poor reply to the buffets of his adversary, who had hold of the bag, and was nearly choking him with the string round his neck.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_27": "However, Stephen had already missed his brother, and turning round, shouted out that the villain Bates was mauling him, and rushed back, falling on Ambrose\u2019s assailant with a sudden well-directed pounding that made him hastily turn about, with cries of \u201cTwo against one!\u201d\n\n\u201cNot at all,\u201d said Stephen. <|Q|>\u201cStand by, Ambrose; I\u2019ll give the coward his deserts.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIn fact, though the boys were nearly of a size, George somewhat the biggest, Stephen\u2019s country activity, and perhaps the higher spirit of his gentle blood, generally gave him the advantage, and on this occasion he soon reduced Bates to roar for mercy.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_4": "\"I vow to Allah if at home I sight * My sister Nuzhat al-Zamani hight I'll pass the days in joyance and delight * Mid bashful minions, maidens soft and white: To sound of harps in various modes they smite * Draining the bowl, while eyes rain lively light 'Neath half closed lids, a sipping lips red bright * By stream bank flowing through my garden site.\"\n\nWhen he had finished his verse, Nuzhat al-Zaman lifted up a skirt of the litter curtain and looked at him. As soon as her eyes fell on his face, she knew him for certain and cried out, <|Q|>\"O my brother! O Zau al-Makan!\"<|Q|> He also looked at her and knew her and cried out, \"O my sister! O Nuzhat al-Zaman!\" Then she threw herself upon him and he gathered her to his bosom and the twain fell down in a fainting-fit. When the Eunuch saw this case, he wondered at them; and throwing over them somewhat to cover them, waited till they should recover. After a while they came to themselves, and Nuzhat al-Zaman rejoiced with exceeding joy: oppression and depression left her and gladness took the mastery of her, and she repeated these verses,", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_29": "In fact, though the boys were nearly of a size, George somewhat the biggest, Stephen\u2019s country activity, and perhaps the higher spirit of his gentle blood, generally gave him the advantage, and on this occasion he soon reduced Bates to roar for mercy.\n\n\u201cThou must purchase it!\u201d said Stephen. <|Q|>\u201cThy bag of nuts, in return for the berries thou hast wasted!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nPeaceable Ambrose would have remonstrated, but Stephen was implacable. He cut the string, and captured the bag, then with a parting kick bade Bates go after his comrades, for his Eagle was nought but a thieving kite.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_31": "\u201cI marvel these fine fellows \u2019scaped our company,\u201d said Stephen presently.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAre we in the right track, thinkst thou? Here is a pool I marked not before,\u201d<|Q|> said Ambrose anxiously.\n\n\u201cNay, we can\u2019t be far astray while we see St. Paul\u2019s spire and the Tower full before us,\u201d said Stephen. \u201cPlainer marks than we had at home.\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_4": "\u201d quoth Quipsome Hal, whereat his nephew trembled standing behind his chair, forgetting that the decorous solid man in the sad-coloured gown and well-crimped ruff, neatest of Perronel\u2019s performances, was no such base comparison for any varlet. Hal went on to describe, however, how my Lord of York had instantly sent to stay the messenger on his handing at Dover, and equip him with all manner of costly silks by way of apparel, and with attendants, such as might do justice to his freight, \u201cthat so,\u201d he said, <|Q|>\u201cmen may not rate it but as a scarlet cock\u2019s comb, since all men be but fools, and the sole question is, who among them hath wit enough to live by his folly.\u201d<|Q|> Therewith he gave a wink that so disconcerted Stephen as nearly to cause an upset of the bowl of perfumed water that he was bringing for the washing of hands.\n\nMaster Headley, however, suspected nothing, and invited the grave Master Randall to attend the domestic festival on the presentation of poor Spring\u2019s effigy at the shrine of St. Julian. This was to take place early in the morning of the 14th of September, Holy Cross Day, the last holiday in the year that had any of the glory of summer about it, and on which the apprentices claimed a prescriptive right to go out nutting in St. John\u2019s Wood, and to carry home their spoil to the lasses of their acquaintance.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_5": "Hal Randall and Ambrose had both come up from the little home where Perronel presided, for the hour was too early for the jester\u2019s absence to be remarked in the luxurious household of the Cardinal elect, and he even came to break his fast afterwards at the Dragon court, and held such interesting discourse with old Dame Headley on the farthingales and coifs of Queen Katharine and her ladies, that she pronounced him a man wondrous wise and understanding, and declared Stephen happy in the possession of such a kinsman.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd whither away now, youngsters?\u201d<|Q|> he said, as he rose from table.\n\n\u201cTo St. John\u2019s Wood! The good greenwood, uncle,\u201d said Ambrose.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_33": "\u201cAre we in the right track, thinkst thou? Here is a pool I marked not before,\u201d said Ambrose anxiously.\n\n\u201cNay, we can\u2019t be far astray while we see St. Paul\u2019s spire and the Tower full before us,\u201d said Stephen. <|Q|>\u201cPlainer marks than we had at home.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat may be. Only where is the safe footing?\u201d said Ambrose. \u201cI wish we had not lost sight of the others!\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_35": "\u201cNay, we can\u2019t be far astray while we see St. Paul\u2019s spire and the Tower full before us,\u201d said Stephen. \u201cPlainer marks than we had at home.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat may be. Only where is the safe footing?\u201d said Ambrose. <|Q|>\u201cI wish we had not lost sight of the others!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cPish! what good are a pack of City lubbers!\u201d returned Stephen. \u201cDon\u2019t we know a quagmire when we see one, better than they do?\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_8": "\u201cTo St. John\u2019s Wood! The good greenwood, uncle,\u201d said Ambrose.\n\n\u201cThou too, Ambrose?\u201d said Stephen joyfully. <|Q|>\u201cFor once away from thine ink and thy books!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAy,\u201d said Ambrose, \u201cmine heart warms to the woodlands once more. Uncle, would that thou couldst come.\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_36": "\u201cThat may be. Only where is the safe footing?\u201d said Ambrose. \u201cI wish we had not lost sight of the others!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPish! what good are a pack of City lubbers!\u201d<|Q|> returned Stephen. \u201cDon\u2019t we know a quagmire when we see one, better than they do?\u201d\n\n\u201cHark, they are shouting for us.\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_9": "\u201cThou too, Ambrose?\u201d said Stephen joyfully. \u201cFor once away from thine ink and thy books!\u201d\n\n\u201cAy,\u201d said Ambrose, <|Q|>\u201cmine heart warms to the woodlands once more. Uncle, would that thou couldst come.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWould that I could, boy! We three would show these lads of Cockayne what three foresters know of wood craft! But it may not be. Were I once there the old blood might stir again and I might bring you into trouble, and ye have not two faces under one hood as I have! So fare ye well, I wish you many a bagful of nuts!\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_11": "The four months of city life, albeit the City was little bigger than our moderate sized country towns, and far from being an unbroken mass of houses, had yet made the two young foresters delighted to enjoy a day of thorough country in one another\u2019s society. Little Dennet longed to go with them, but the prentice world was far too rude for little maidens to be trusted in it, and her father held out hopes of going one of these days to High Park as he called it, while Edmund and Stephen promised her all their nuts, and as many blackberries as could be held in their flat caps.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGiles has promised me none,\u201d<|Q|> said Dennet, with a pouting lip, \u201cnor Ambrose.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy sure, little mistress, thou\u2019lt have enough to crack thy teeth on!\u201d said Edmund Burgess.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_69": "It was the sort of thing I did not enjoy at all. 'You must excuse me to-night, Travers,' I said uncomfortably; 'you see, just now it's rather a sore subject for me -- and I'm not feeling very well!' I was grateful just then for a reassuring glance of pity and confidence from Lilian's sweet eyes which revived my drooping spirits for the moment.\n\n<|Q|>'Yes, we'll go into it to-morrow, Travers,'<|Q|> said the Colonel; 'and then -- hullo, why, there's that confounded Frenchman again!'\n\nIt was indeed; he came prancing back delicately, with a malicious enjoyment on his wrinkled face. 'Once more I return to apologise,' he said. 'My poodle 'as permit 'imself ze grave indiscretion to make a very big 'ole at ze bottom of ze garden!'", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_13": "\u201cGiles has promised me none,\u201d said Dennet, with a pouting lip, \u201cnor Ambrose.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy sure, little mistress, thou\u2019lt have enough to crack thy teeth on!\u201d<|Q|> said Edmund Burgess.\n\n\u201cThey ought to bring theirs to me,\u201d returned the little heiress of the Dragon court with an air of offended dignity that might have suited the heiress of the kingdom.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_14": "\u201cWhy sure, little mistress, thou\u2019lt have enough to crack thy teeth on!\u201d said Edmund Burgess.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThey ought to bring theirs to me,\u201d<|Q|> returned the little heiress of the Dragon court with an air of offended dignity that might have suited the heiress of the kingdom.\n\nGiles, who looked on Dennet as a kind of needful appendage to the Dragon, a piece of property of his own, about whom he need take no trouble, merely laughed and said, \u201cWant must be thy master then.\u201d But Ambrose treated her petulance in another fashion. \u201cLook here, pretty mistress,\u201d said he, \u201cthere dwells by me a poor little maid nigh about thine age, who never goeth further out than to St. Paul\u2019s minster, nor plucketh flower, nor hath sweet cake, nor manchet bread, nor sugar-stick, nay, and scarce ever saw English hazel-nut nor blackberry. \u2019Tis for her that I want to gather them.\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_43": "There was a great struggle, an absolute effort for life, and but for the osier stump Ambrose would certainly have been dragged into the water, when the man had worked along the pole, and grasping his hands, pulled himself upwards. Happily the sides of the dyke became harder higher up, and did not instantly yield to the pressure of his knees, and by the time Ambrose\u2019s hands and shoulders felt nearly wrenched from their sockets, the stem of the osier had been attained, and in another minute, the rescued man, bareheaded, plastered with mud, and streaming with water, sat by him on the bank, panting, gasping, and trying to gather breath and clear his throat from the mud he had swallowed.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThanks, good lad, well done,\u201d<|Q|> he articulated. \u201cThose fellows! where are they?\u201d And feeling in his bosom, he brought out a gold whistle suspended by a chain. \u201cBlow it,\u201d he said, taking off the chain, \u201cmy mouth is too full of slime.\u201d\n\nAmbrose blew a loud shrill call, but it seemed to reach no one but Stephen, whom he presently saw dashing towards them.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_15": "\u201cThey ought to bring theirs to me,\u201d returned the little heiress of the Dragon court with an air of offended dignity that might have suited the heiress of the kingdom.\n\nGiles, who looked on Dennet as a kind of needful appendage to the Dragon, a piece of property of his own, about whom he need take no trouble, merely laughed and said, <|Q|>\u201cWant must be thy master then.\u201d<|Q|> But Ambrose treated her petulance in another fashion. \u201cLook here, pretty mistress,\u201d said he, \u201cthere dwells by me a poor little maid nigh about thine age, who never goeth further out than to St. Paul\u2019s minster, nor plucketh flower, nor hath sweet cake, nor manchet bread, nor sugar-stick, nay, and scarce ever saw English hazel-nut nor blackberry. \u2019Tis for her that I want to gather them.\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_41": "\u201d and Stephen began to bound wildly along, making all the sounds and calls by which falcons were recalled, and holding up as a lure a lapwing which he had knocked down. Ambrose, by no means so confident in bog-trotting as his brother, stood still to await him, hearing the calls and shouts of the falconer coming nearer, and presently seeing a figure, flying by the help of a pole over the pools and dykes that here made some attempt at draining the waste. Suddenly, in mid career over one of these broad ditches, there was a collapse, and a lusty shout for help as the form disappeared. Ambrose instantly perceived what had happened, the leaping pole had broken to the downfall of its owner. Forgetting all his doubts as to bogholes and morasses, he grasped his own pole, and sprang from tussock to tussock, till he had reached the bank of the ditch or water-course in which the unfortunate sportsman was floundering. He was a large, powerful man, but this was of no avail, for the slough afforded no foothold. The further side was a steep built up of sods, the nearer sloped down gradually, and though it was not apparently very deep, the efforts of the victim to struggle out had done nothing but churn up a mass of black muddy water in which he sank deeper every moment, and it was already nearly to his shoulders when with a cry of joy, half choked however, by the mud, he cried, \u201cHa! my good lad! Are there any more of ye?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot nigh, I fear,\u201d<|Q|> said Ambrose, beholding with some dismay the breadth of the shoulders which were all that appeared above the turbid water.\n\n\u201cSoh! Lie down, boy, behind that bunch of osier. Hold out thy pole. Let me see thine hands. Thou art but a straw, but, our Lady be my speed! Now hangs England on a pair of wrists!\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_17": "\u201cThey ought to bring theirs to me,\u201d returned the little heiress of the Dragon court with an air of offended dignity that might have suited the heiress of the kingdom.\n\nGiles, who looked on Dennet as a kind of needful appendage to the Dragon, a piece of property of his own, about whom he need take no trouble, merely laughed and said, \u201cWant must be thy master then.\u201d But Ambrose treated her petulance in another fashion. \u201cLook here, pretty mistress,\u201d said he, <|Q|>\u201cthere dwells by me a poor little maid nigh about thine age, who never goeth further out than to St. Paul\u2019s minster, nor plucketh flower, nor hath sweet cake, nor manchet bread, nor sugar-stick, nay, and scarce ever saw English hazel-nut nor blackberry. \u2019Tis for her that I want to gather them.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIs she thy master\u2019s daughter?\u201d demanded Dennet, who could admit the claims of another princess.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_20": "\u201cNay, my master hath no children, but she dwelleth near him.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI will send her some, and likewise of mine own comfits and cakes,\u201d<|Q|> said Mistress Dennet. \u201cOnly thou must bring all to me first.\u201d\n\nAmbrose laughed and said, \u201cIt\u2019s a bargain then, little mistress?\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_48": "\u201cHa! hast thou got her? Why, flat-caps as ye are, ye put all my fellows to shame! How now, thou errant bird, dost know thy master, or take him for a mud wall? Kite that thou art, to have led me such a dance! And what\u2019s your name, my brave lads? Ye must have been bred to wood-craft.\u201d\n\nAmbrose explained both their parentage and their present occupation, but was apparently heeded but little. <|Q|>\u201cWot ye how to get out of this quagmire?\u201d<|Q|> was the question.\n\n\u201cI never was here before, sir,\u201d said Stephen; \u201cbut yonder lies the Tower, and if we keep along by this dyke, it must lead us out somewhere.\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_18": "\u201d But Ambrose treated her petulance in another fashion. \u201cLook here, pretty mistress,\u201d said he, \u201cthere dwells by me a poor little maid nigh about thine age, who never goeth further out than to St. Paul\u2019s minster, nor plucketh flower, nor hath sweet cake, nor manchet bread, nor sugar-stick, nay, and scarce ever saw English hazel-nut nor blackberry. \u2019Tis for her that I want to gather them.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIs she thy master\u2019s daughter?\u201d<|Q|> demanded Dennet, who could admit the claims of another princess.\n\n\u201cNay, my master hath no children, but she dwelleth near him.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_81": "'See, there is a shrub or something uprooted!' said the Colonel, still coming nearer that fatal hole. 'Why, hullo, look there! What's that?'\n\nLilian, who was by his side, gave a slight scream. 'Uncle,' she cried, <|Q|>'it looks like -- like Bingo!'<|Q|>\n\nThe Colonel turned suddenly upon me. 'Do you hear?' he demanded, in a choked voice. 'You hear what she says? Can't you speak out? Is that our Bingo?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_53": "'What do you think, Travers?' asked the Colonel.\n\n<|Q|>'Well, since you ask me,'<|Q|> said Travers, with quite unnecessary dryness, 'I never did think so.'\n\n'Nor I,' said the Colonel; 'I thought from the first that was never my Bingo. Why, Bingo would make two of that beast!'", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_24": "There was crackling of boughs and filling of bags, and cracking of nuts, and wild cries in pursuit of startled hare or rabbit, and though Ambrose and Stephen indignantly repelled the idea of St. John\u2019s Wood being named in the same day with their native forest, it is doubtful whether they had ever enjoyed themselves more; until just as they were about to turn homeward, whether moved by his hostility to Stephen, or by envy at the capful of juicy blackberries, carefully covered with green leaves, George Bates, rushing up from behind, shouted out <|Q|>\u201cHere\u2019s a skulker! Here\u2019s one of the black guard! Off to thy fellows, varlet!\u201d<|Q|> at the same time dealing a dexterous blow under the cap, which sent the blackberries up into Ambrose\u2019s face. \u201cHa! ha!\u201d shouted the ill-conditioned fellow. \u201cSo much for a knave that serves rascally strangers! Here! hand over that bag of nuts!\u201d\n\nAmbrose was no fighter, but in defence of the bag that was to purchase a treat for little Aldonza, he clenched his fists, and bade George Bates come and take them if he would. The quiet scholarly boy was, however, no match for the young armourer, and made but poor reply to the buffets of his adversary, who had hold of the bag, and was nearly choking him with the string round his neck.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_0": "Stephen and Giles had however passed through this ordeal. The letter to John Birkenholt had been despatched by a trusty clerk riding with the Judges of Assize, whom Mistress Perronel knew might be safely trusted, and who actually brought back a letter which might have emanated from the most affectionate of brothers, giving his authority for the binding Stephen apprentice to the worshipful Master Giles Headley, and sending the remainder of the boy\u2019s portion.\n\nStephen was thereupon regularly bound apprentice to Master Headley. It was a solemn affair, which took place in the Armourer\u2019s Hall in Coleman Street, before sundry witnesses. Harry Randall, in his soberest garb and demeanour, acted as guardian to his nephew, and presented him, clad in the regulation prentice garb \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cflat round cap, close-cut hair, narrow falling bands, coarse side coat, close hose, cloth stockings,\u201d<|Q|> coat with the badge of the Armourers\u2019 Company, and Master Headley\u2019s own dragon\u2019s tail on the sleeve, to which was added a blue cloak marked in like manner. The instructions to apprentices were rehearsed, beginning, \u201cYe shall constantly and devoutly on your knees every day serve God, morning and evening\u201d \u2014 pledging him to \u201cavoid evil company, to make speedy return when sent on his master\u2019s business, to be fair, gentle and lowly in speech and carriage with all men", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_28": "In fact, though the boys were nearly of a size, George somewhat the biggest, Stephen\u2019s country activity, and perhaps the higher spirit of his gentle blood, generally gave him the advantage, and on this occasion he soon reduced Bates to roar for mercy.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThou must purchase it!\u201d<|Q|> said Stephen. \u201cThy bag of nuts, in return for the berries thou hast wasted!\u201d\n\nPeaceable Ambrose would have remonstrated, but Stephen was implacable. He cut the string, and captured the bag, then with a parting kick bade Bates go after his comrades, for his Eagle was nought but a thieving kite.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_2": "Stephen was thereupon regularly bound apprentice to Master Headley. It was a solemn affair, which took place in the Armourer\u2019s Hall in Coleman Street, before sundry witnesses. Harry Randall, in his soberest garb and demeanour, acted as guardian to his nephew, and presented him, clad in the regulation prentice garb \u2014 \u201cflat round cap, close-cut hair, narrow falling bands, coarse side coat, close hose, cloth stockings,\u201d coat with the badge of the Armourers\u2019 Company, and Master Headley\u2019s own dragon\u2019s tail on the sleeve, to which was added a blue cloak marked in like manner. The instructions to apprentices were rehearsed, beginning, \u201cYe shall constantly and devoutly on your knees every day serve God, morning and evening\u201d \u2014 pledging him to <|Q|>\u201cavoid evil company, to make speedy return when sent on his master\u2019s business, to be fair, gentle and lowly in speech and carriage with all men,\u201d<|Q|> and the like.\n\nMutual promises were interchanged between him and his master, Stephen on his knees; the indentures were signed, for Quipsome Hal could with much ado produce an autograph signature, though his penmanship went no further, and the occasion was celebrated by a great dinner of the whole craft at the Armourers\u2019 Hall, to which the principal craftsmen who had been apprentices, such as Tibble Steelman and Kit Smallbones, were invited, sitting at a lower table, while the masters had the higher one on the da\u00efs, and a third was reserved for the apprentices after they should have waited on their masters \u2014 in fact it was an imitation of the orders of chivalry, knights, squires, and pages, and the gradation of rank was as strictly observed as by the nobility. Giles, considering the feast to be entirely in his honour, though the transfer of his indentures had been made at Salisbury, endeavoured to come out in some of his bravery, but was admonished that such presumption might be punished, the first time, at his master\u2019s discretion, the second time, by a whipping at the Hall of his Company, and the third time by six months being added to the term of his apprenticeship.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_26": "Ambrose was no fighter, but in defence of the bag that was to purchase a treat for little Aldonza, he clenched his fists, and bade George Bates come and take them if he would. The quiet scholarly boy was, however, no match for the young armourer, and made but poor reply to the buffets of his adversary, who had hold of the bag, and was nearly choking him with the string round his neck.\n\nHowever, Stephen had already missed his brother, and turning round, shouted out that the villain Bates was mauling him, and rushed back, falling on Ambrose\u2019s assailant with a sudden well-directed pounding that made him hastily turn about, with cries of <|Q|>\u201cTwo against one!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNot at all,\u201d said Stephen. \u201cStand by, Ambrose; I\u2019ll give the coward his deserts.\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_1": "Stephen was thereupon regularly bound apprentice to Master Headley. It was a solemn affair, which took place in the Armourer\u2019s Hall in Coleman Street, before sundry witnesses. Harry Randall, in his soberest garb and demeanour, acted as guardian to his nephew, and presented him, clad in the regulation prentice garb \u2014 \u201cflat round cap, close-cut hair, narrow falling bands, coarse side coat, close hose, cloth stockings,\u201d coat with the badge of the Armourers\u2019 Company, and Master Headley\u2019s own dragon\u2019s tail on the sleeve, to which was added a blue cloak marked in like manner. The instructions to apprentices were rehearsed, beginning, <|Q|>\u201cYe shall constantly and devoutly on your knees every day serve God, morning and evening\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 pledging him to \u201cavoid evil company, to make speedy return when sent on his master\u2019s business, to be fair, gentle and lowly in speech and carriage with all men,\u201d and the like.\n\nMutual promises were interchanged between him and his master, Stephen on his knees; the indentures were signed, for Quipsome Hal could with much ado produce an autograph signature, though his penmanship went no further, and the occasion was celebrated by a great dinner of the whole craft at the Armourers\u2019 Hall, to which the principal craftsmen who had been apprentices, such as Tibble Steelman and Kit Smallbones, were invited, sitting at a lower table, while the masters had the higher one on the da\u00efs, and a third was reserved for the apprentices after they should have waited on their masters \u2014 in fact it was an imitation of the orders of chivalry, knights, squires, and pages, and the gradation of rank was as strictly observed as by the nobility. Giles, considering the feast to be entirely in his honour, though the transfer of his indentures had been made at Salisbury, endeavoured to come out in some of his bravery, but was admonished that such presumption might be punished, the first time, at his master\u2019s discretion, the second time, by a whipping at the Hall of his Company, and the third time by six months being added to the term of his apprenticeship.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_3": "Master Randall was entertained in the place of honour, where he comported himself with great gravity, though he could not resist alarming Stephen with an occasional wink or gesture as the boy approached in the course of the duties of waiting at the upper board \u2014 a splendid sight with cups and flagons of gold and silver, with venison and capons and all that a City banquet could command before the invention of the turtle.\n\nThere was drinking of toasts, and among the foremost was that of Wolsey, who had freshly received his nomination of cardinal, and whose hat was on its way from Rome \u2014 and here the jester could not help betraying his knowledge of the domestic policy of the household, and telling the company how it had become known that the scarlet hat was actually on the way, but in a <|Q|>\u201cvarlet\u2019s budget \u2014 a mere Italian common knave, no better than myself,\u201d<|Q|> quoth Quipsome Hal, whereat his nephew trembled standing behind his chair, forgetting that the decorous solid man in the sad-coloured gown and well-crimped ruff, neatest of Perronel\u2019s performances, was no such base comparison for any varlet. Hal went on to describe, however, how my Lord of York had instantly sent to stay the messenger on his handing at Dover, and equip him with all manner of costly silks by way of apparel, and with attendants, such as might do justice to his freight, \u201cthat so,\u201d he said,", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_30": "Bates made off pretty quickly, but the two brothers tarried a little to see how much damage the blackberries had suffered, and to repair the losses as they descended into the bog by gathering some choice dewberries.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI marvel these fine fellows \u2019scaped our company,\u201d<|Q|> said Stephen presently.\n\n\u201cAre we in the right track, thinkst thou? Here is a pool I marked not before,\u201d said Ambrose anxiously.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_32": "\u201cAre we in the right track, thinkst thou? Here is a pool I marked not before,\u201d said Ambrose anxiously.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNay, we can\u2019t be far astray while we see St. Paul\u2019s spire and the Tower full before us,\u201d<|Q|> said Stephen. \u201cPlainer marks than we had at home.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat may be. Only where is the safe footing?\u201d said Ambrose. \u201cI wish we had not lost sight of the others!\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_34": "\u201cNay, we can\u2019t be far astray while we see St. Paul\u2019s spire and the Tower full before us,\u201d said Stephen. \u201cPlainer marks than we had at home.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat may be. Only where is the safe footing?\u201d<|Q|> said Ambrose. \u201cI wish we had not lost sight of the others!\u201d\n\n\u201cPish! what good are a pack of City lubbers!\u201d returned Stephen. \u201cDon\u2019t we know a quagmire when we see one, better than they do?\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_0": "Another doubt, and that a cruel one, suggested itself to Madame de Belliere with a sharp, acute pain, like a dagger thrust. Did he really love her? Would that volatile mind, that inconstant heart, be likely to be fixed for a moment, even were it to gaze upon an angel? Was it not the same with Fouquet, notwithstanding his genius and his uprightness of conduct, as with those conquerors on the field of battle who shed tears when they have gained a victory? <|Q|>\u201cI must learn if it be so, and must judge of that for myself,\u201d<|Q|> said the marquise. \u201cWho can tell whether that heart, so coveted, is not common in its impulses, and full of alloy? Who can tell if that mind, when the touchstone is applied to it, will not be found of a mean and vulgar character? Come, come,\u201d she said, \u201cthis is doubting and hesitation too much -- to the proof,\u201d she said, looking at the timepiece. \u201cIt is now seven o\u2019clock,\u201d she said; \u201che must have arrived; it is the hour for signing his papers", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_6": "\u201cAnd whither away now, youngsters?\u201d he said, as he rose from table.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo St. John\u2019s Wood! The good greenwood, uncle,\u201d<|Q|> said Ambrose.\n\n\u201cThou too, Ambrose?\u201d said Stephen joyfully. \u201cFor once away from thine ink and thy books!\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_10": "\u201cAy,\u201d said Ambrose, \u201cmine heart warms to the woodlands once more. Uncle, would that thou couldst come.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWould that I could, boy! We three would show these lads of Cockayne what three foresters know of wood craft! But it may not be. Were I once there the old blood might stir again and I might bring you into trouble, and ye have not two faces under one hood as I have! So fare ye well, I wish you many a bagful of nuts!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe four months of city life, albeit the City was little bigger than our moderate sized country towns, and far from being an unbroken mass of houses, had yet made the two young foresters delighted to enjoy a day of thorough country in one another\u2019s society. Little Dennet longed to go with them, but the prentice world was far too rude for little maidens to be trusted in it, and her father held out hopes of going one of these days to High Park as he called it, while Edmund and Stephen promised her all their nuts, and as many blackberries as could be held in their flat caps.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_37": "\u201cThat may be. Only where is the safe footing?\u201d said Ambrose. \u201cI wish we had not lost sight of the others!\u201d\n\n\u201cPish! what good are a pack of City lubbers!\u201d returned Stephen. <|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t we know a quagmire when we see one, better than they do?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHark, they are shouting for us.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_3": "\u201cI must learn if it be so, and must judge of that for myself,\u201d said the marquise. \u201cWho can tell whether that heart, so coveted, is not common in its impulses, and full of alloy? Who can tell if that mind, when the touchstone is applied to it, will not be found of a mean and vulgar character? Come, come,\u201d she said, \u201cthis is doubting and hesitation too much -- to the proof,\u201d she said, looking at the timepiece. <|Q|>\u201cIt is now seven o\u2019clock,\u201d<|Q|> she said; \u201che must have arrived; it is the hour for signing his papers.\u201d With a feverish impatience she rose and walked towards the mirror, in which she smiled with a resolute smile of devotedness; she touched the spring and drew out the handle of the bell. Then, as if exhausted beforehand by the struggle she had just undergone, she threw herself on her knees, in utter abandonment, before a large couch, in which she buried her face in her trembling hands. Ten minutes afterwards she heard the spring of the door sound. The door moved upon invisible hinges, and Fouquet appeared. He looked pale, and seemed bowed down by the weight of some bitter reflection. He did not hurry, but simply came at the summons. The preoccupation of his mind must indeed have been very great, that a man, so devoted to pleasure, for whom indeed pleasure meant everything, should obey such a summons so listlessly. The previous night, in fact, fertile in melancholy ideas, had sharpened his features, generally so noble in their indifference of expression, and had traced dark lines of anxiety around his eyes. Handsome and noble he still was, and the melancholy expression of his mouth, a rare expression with men, gave a new character to his features, by which his youth seemed to be renewed. Dressed in black, the lace in front of his chest much disarranged by his feverishly restless hand, the looks of the superintendent, full of dreamy reflection, were fixed upon the threshold of the room which he had so frequently approached in search of expected happiness. This gloomy gentleness of manner, this smiling sadness of expression, which had replaced his former excessive joy, produced an indescribable effect upon Madame de Belliere, who was regarding him at a distance.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_42": "\u201cNot nigh, I fear,\u201d said Ambrose, beholding with some dismay the breadth of the shoulders which were all that appeared above the turbid water.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSoh! Lie down, boy, behind that bunch of osier. Hold out thy pole. Let me see thine hands. Thou art but a straw, but, our Lady be my speed! Now hangs England on a pair of wrists!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThere was a great struggle, an absolute effort for life, and but for the osier stump Ambrose would certainly have been dragged into the water, when the man had worked along the pole, and grasping his hands, pulled himself upwards. Happily the sides of the dyke became harder higher up, and did not instantly yield to the pressure of his knees, and by the time Ambrose\u2019s hands and shoulders felt nearly wrenched from their sockets, the stem of the osier had been attained, and in another minute, the rescued man, bareheaded, plastered with mud, and streaming with water, sat by him on the bank, panting, gasping, and trying to gather breath and clear his throat from the mud he had swallowed.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_39": "\u201cHark, they are shouting for us.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot they! That\u2019s a falconer\u2019s call. There\u2019s another whistle! See, there\u2019s the hawk. She\u2019s going down the wind, as I\u2019m alive,\u201d<|Q|> and Stephen began to bound wildly along, making all the sounds and calls by which falcons were recalled, and holding up as a lure a lapwing which he had knocked down. Ambrose, by no means so confident in bog-trotting as his brother, stood still to await him, hearing the calls and shouts of the falconer coming nearer, and presently seeing a figure, flying by the help of a pole over the pools and dykes that here made some attempt at draining the waste. Suddenly, in mid career over one of these broad ditches, there was a collapse, and a lusty shout for help as the form disappeared. Ambrose instantly perceived what had happened, the leaping pole had broken to the downfall of its owner. Forgetting all his doubts as to bogholes and morasses, he grasped his own pole, and sprang from tussock to tussock, till he had reached the bank of the ditch or water-course in which the unfortunate sportsman was floundering. He was a large, powerful man, but this was of no avail, for the slough afforded no foothold. The further side was a steep built up of sods, the nearer sloped down gradually, and though it was not apparently very deep, the efforts of the victim to struggle out had done nothing but churn up a mass of black muddy water in which he sank deeper every moment, and it was already nearly to his shoulders when with a cry of joy, half choked however, by the mud, he cried,", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_16": "\u201cThey ought to bring theirs to me,\u201d returned the little heiress of the Dragon court with an air of offended dignity that might have suited the heiress of the kingdom.\n\nGiles, who looked on Dennet as a kind of needful appendage to the Dragon, a piece of property of his own, about whom he need take no trouble, merely laughed and said, \u201cWant must be thy master then.\u201d But Ambrose treated her petulance in another fashion. <|Q|>\u201cLook here, pretty mistress,\u201d<|Q|> said he, \u201cthere dwells by me a poor little maid nigh about thine age, who never goeth further out than to St. Paul\u2019s minster, nor plucketh flower, nor hath sweet cake, nor manchet bread, nor sugar-stick, nay, and scarce ever saw English hazel-nut nor blackberry. \u2019Tis for her that I want to gather them.\u201d\n\n\u201cIs she thy master\u2019s daughter?\u201d demanded Dennet, who could admit the claims of another princess.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_40": "\u201d and Stephen began to bound wildly along, making all the sounds and calls by which falcons were recalled, and holding up as a lure a lapwing which he had knocked down. Ambrose, by no means so confident in bog-trotting as his brother, stood still to await him, hearing the calls and shouts of the falconer coming nearer, and presently seeing a figure, flying by the help of a pole over the pools and dykes that here made some attempt at draining the waste. Suddenly, in mid career over one of these broad ditches, there was a collapse, and a lusty shout for help as the form disappeared. Ambrose instantly perceived what had happened, the leaping pole had broken to the downfall of its owner. Forgetting all his doubts as to bogholes and morasses, he grasped his own pole, and sprang from tussock to tussock, till he had reached the bank of the ditch or water-course in which the unfortunate sportsman was floundering. He was a large, powerful man, but this was of no avail, for the slough afforded no foothold. The further side was a steep built up of sods, the nearer sloped down gradually, and though it was not apparently very deep, the efforts of the victim to struggle out had done nothing but churn up a mass of black muddy water in which he sank deeper every moment, and it was already nearly to his shoulders when with a cry of joy, half choked however, by the mud, he cried, <|Q|>\u201cHa! my good lad! Are there any more of ye?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNot nigh, I fear,\u201d said Ambrose, beholding with some dismay the breadth of the shoulders which were all that appeared above the turbid water.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_45": "There was a great struggle, an absolute effort for life, and but for the osier stump Ambrose would certainly have been dragged into the water, when the man had worked along the pole, and grasping his hands, pulled himself upwards. Happily the sides of the dyke became harder higher up, and did not instantly yield to the pressure of his knees, and by the time Ambrose\u2019s hands and shoulders felt nearly wrenched from their sockets, the stem of the osier had been attained, and in another minute, the rescued man, bareheaded, plastered with mud, and streaming with water, sat by him on the bank, panting, gasping, and trying to gather breath and clear his throat from the mud he had swallowed.\n\n\u201cThanks, good lad, well done,\u201d he articulated. \u201cThose fellows! where are they?\u201d And feeling in his bosom, he brought out a gold whistle suspended by a chain. \u201cBlow it,\u201d he said, taking off the chain, <|Q|>\u201cmy mouth is too full of slime.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAmbrose blew a loud shrill call, but it seemed to reach no one but Stephen, whom he presently saw dashing towards them.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_77": "'Except one Algernon Weatherhead, Esq., eh?' whispered Travers jocosely in my ear.\n\n'No, but,' persisted the Colonel, advancing, <|Q|>'look here! Has the dog damaged any of your shrubs?'<|Q|>\n\n'No, no!' I cried piteously, 'quite the reverse. Let's all go indoors now; it's getting so cold!'", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_46": "Ambrose blew a loud shrill call, but it seemed to reach no one but Stephen, whom he presently saw dashing towards them.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHere is my brother coming, sir,\u201d<|Q|> he said, as he gave his endeavours to help the stranger to free himself from the mud that clung to him, and which was in some places thick enough to be scraped off with a knife. He kept up a continual interchange of exclamations at his plight, whistles and shouts for his people, and imprecations on their tardiness, until Stephen was near enough to show that the hawk had been recovered, and then he joyfully called out, \u201cHa! hast thou got her? Why, flat-caps as ye are, ye put all my fellows to shame! How now, thou errant bird, dost know thy master, or take him for a mud wall? Kite that thou art, to have led me such a dance! And what\u2019s your name, my brave lads? Ye must have been bred to wood-craft.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_03_anstey_64kb_51": "'Why, Weatherhead, have you lost faith too, then?' said the Colonel.\n\nI saw that it was no good -- all I wanted now was to get out of it creditably and get rid of the Frenchman. 'I'm sorry to say,' I replied, 'that I<|Q|>'m afraid I've been deceived by the extraordinary likeness. I don't think, on reflection, that that is Bingo!'<|Q|>\n\n'What do you think, Travers?' asked the Colonel.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_13": "\u201cBy the smile that has just marred the expression of your countenance. Be candid, and tell me what your thought was -- no secrets between friends.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTell me, then, madame, why you have been so harsh these three or four months past?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHarsh?\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_44": "There was a great struggle, an absolute effort for life, and but for the osier stump Ambrose would certainly have been dragged into the water, when the man had worked along the pole, and grasping his hands, pulled himself upwards. Happily the sides of the dyke became harder higher up, and did not instantly yield to the pressure of his knees, and by the time Ambrose\u2019s hands and shoulders felt nearly wrenched from their sockets, the stem of the osier had been attained, and in another minute, the rescued man, bareheaded, plastered with mud, and streaming with water, sat by him on the bank, panting, gasping, and trying to gather breath and clear his throat from the mud he had swallowed.\n\n\u201cThanks, good lad, well done,\u201d he articulated. <|Q|>\u201cThose fellows! where are they?\u201d<|Q|> And feeling in his bosom, he brought out a gold whistle suspended by a chain. \u201cBlow it,\u201d he said, taking off the chain, \u201cmy mouth is too full of slime.\u201d\n\nAmbrose blew a loud shrill call, but it seemed to reach no one but Stephen, whom he presently saw dashing towards them.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_49": "Ambrose explained both their parentage and their present occupation, but was apparently heeded but little. \u201cWot ye how to get out of this quagmire?\u201d was the question.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI never was here before, sir,\u201d<|Q|> said Stephen; \u201cbut yonder lies the Tower, and if we keep along by this dyke, it must lead us out somewhere.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell said, boy, I must be moving, or the mud will dry on me, and I shall stand here as though I were turned to stone by the Gorgon\u2019s head! So have with thee! Go on first, master hawk-tamer. What will bear thee will bear me!\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_51": "\u201cI never was here before, sir,\u201d said Stephen; \u201cbut yonder lies the Tower, and if we keep along by this dyke, it must lead us out somewhere.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell said, boy, I must be moving, or the mud will dry on me, and I shall stand here as though I were turned to stone by the Gorgon\u2019s head! So have with thee! Go on first, master hawk-tamer. What will bear thee will bear me!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThere was an imperative tone about him that surprised the brothers, and Ambrose looking at him from head to foot, felt sure that it was some great man at the least, whom it had been his hap to rescue. Indeed, he began to have further suspicions when they came to a pool of clearer water, beyond which was firmer ground, and the stranger with an exclamation of joy, borrowed Stephen\u2019s cap, and, scooping up the water with it, washed his face and head, disclosing the golden hair and beard, fair complexion, and handsome square face he had seen more than once before.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_50": "Ambrose explained both their parentage and their present occupation, but was apparently heeded but little. \u201cWot ye how to get out of this quagmire?\u201d was the question.\n\n\u201cI never was here before, sir,\u201d said Stephen; <|Q|>\u201cbut yonder lies the Tower, and if we keep along by this dyke, it must lead us out somewhere.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell said, boy, I must be moving, or the mud will dry on me, and I shall stand here as though I were turned to stone by the Gorgon\u2019s head! So have with thee! Go on first, master hawk-tamer. What will bear thee will bear me!\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_52": "He was turning to Ambrose when further shouts were heard. The King hallooed, and bade the boys do so, and in a few moments more they were surrounded by the rest of the hawking party, full of dismay at the king\u2019s condition, and deprecating his anger for having lost him.\n\n\u201cYea,\u201d said Henry; <|Q|>\u201can it had not been for this good lad, ye would never have heard more of the majesty of England! Swallowed in a quagmire had made a new end for a king, and ye would have to brook the little Scot.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe gentlemen who had come up were profuse in lamentations. A horse was brought up for the king\u2019s use, and he prepared to mount, being in haste to get into dry clothes. He turned round, however, to the boys, and said, \u201cI\u2019ll not forget you, my lads. Keep that!\u201d he added, as Ambrose, on his knee, would have given him back the whistle, \u201c\u2019tis a token that maybe will serve thee, for I shall know it again. And thou, my black-eyed lad \u2014 My purse, Howard!\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_53": "\u201can it had not been for this good lad, ye would never have heard more of the majesty of England! Swallowed in a quagmire had made a new end for a king, and ye would have to brook the little Scot.\u201d\n\nThe gentlemen who had come up were profuse in lamentations. A horse was brought up for the king\u2019s use, and he prepared to mount, being in haste to get into dry clothes. He turned round, however, to the boys, and said, <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ll not forget you, my lads. Keep that!\u201d<|Q|> he added, as Ambrose, on his knee, would have given him back the whistle, \u201c\u2019tis a token that maybe will serve thee, for I shall know it again. And thou, my black-eyed lad \u2014 My purse, Howard!\u201d\n\nHe handed the purse to Stephen \u2014 a velvet bag richly wrought with gold, and containing ten gold angels, besides smaller money \u2014 bidding them divide, like good brothers as he saw they were, and then galloped off with his train.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_55": "When the two wanderers appeared, relief took the form of anger, and there were sharp demands why they had loitered. Their story was listened to with many exclamations: Dennet jumped for joy, her grandmother advised that the angels should be consigned to her own safe keeping, and when Master Headley heard of Henry\u2019s scruples about the indentures, he declared that it was a rare wise king who knew that an honest craft was better than court favour.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYet mayhap he might do something for thee, friend Ambrose,\u201d<|Q|> added the armourer. \u201cCommend thee to some post in his chapel royal, or put thee into some college, since such is thy turn. How sayst thou, Master Randall, shall he send in this same token, and make his petition?\u201d\n\n\u201cIf a foo \u2014 if a plain man may be heard where the wise hath spoken,\u201d said Randall, \u201che had best abstain. Kings love not to be minded of mishaps, and our Hal\u2019s humour is not to be reckoned on! Lay up the toy in case of need, but an thou claim overmuch he may mind thee in a fashion not to thy taste.\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_54": "\u201can it had not been for this good lad, ye would never have heard more of the majesty of England! Swallowed in a quagmire had made a new end for a king, and ye would have to brook the little Scot.\u201d\n\nThe gentlemen who had come up were profuse in lamentations. A horse was brought up for the king\u2019s use, and he prepared to mount, being in haste to get into dry clothes. He turned round, however, to the boys, and said, \u201cI\u2019ll not forget you, my lads. Keep that!\u201d he added, as Ambrose, on his knee, would have given him back the whistle, <|Q|>\u201c\u2019tis a token that maybe will serve thee, for I shall know it again. And thou, my black-eyed lad \u2014 My purse, Howard!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe handed the purse to Stephen \u2014 a velvet bag richly wrought with gold, and containing ten gold angels, besides smaller money \u2014 bidding them divide, like good brothers as he saw they were, and then galloped off with his train.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_24": "\u201cSo you have the amount?\u201d inquired the marquise, with some anxiety.\n\n\u201cIt would indeed be strange, marquise,\u201d replied Fouquet, cheerfully, <|Q|>\u201cif a superintendent of finances were not to have a paltry four millions in his coffers.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, yes, I believe you either have, or will have them.\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_57": "\u201cYet mayhap he might do something for thee, friend Ambrose,\u201d added the armourer. \u201cCommend thee to some post in his chapel royal, or put thee into some college, since such is thy turn. How sayst thou, Master Randall, shall he send in this same token, and make his petition?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIf a foo \u2014 if a plain man may be heard where the wise hath spoken,\u201d<|Q|> said Randall, \u201che had best abstain. Kings love not to be minded of mishaps, and our Hal\u2019s humour is not to be reckoned on! Lay up the toy in case of need, but an thou claim overmuch he may mind thee in a fashion not to thy taste.\u201d\n\n\u201cSure our King is of a more generous mould!\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Headley.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_25": "\u201cIt would indeed be strange, marquise,\u201d replied Fouquet, cheerfully, \u201cif a superintendent of finances were not to have a paltry four millions in his coffers.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, yes, I believe you either have, or will have them.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean by saying I shall have them?\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_59": "\u201cIf a foo \u2014 if a plain man may be heard where the wise hath spoken,\u201d said Randall, \u201che had best abstain. Kings love not to be minded of mishaps, and our Hal\u2019s humour is not to be reckoned on! Lay up the toy in case of need, but an thou claim overmuch he may mind thee in a fashion not to thy taste.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSure our King is of a more generous mould!\u201d<|Q|> exclaimed Mrs. Headley.\n\n\u201cHe is like other men, good mistress, just as you know how to have him, and he is scarce like to be willing to be minded of the taste of mire, or of floundering like a hog in a salt marsh. Ha! ha!\u201d and Quipsome Hal went off into such a laugh as might have betrayed his identity to any one more accustomed to the grimaces of his professional character, but which only infected the others with the same contagious merriment.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_60": "\u201cSure our King is of a more generous mould!\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Headley.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe is like other men, good mistress, just as you know how to have him, and he is scarce like to be willing to be minded of the taste of mire, or of floundering like a hog in a salt marsh. Ha! ha!\u201d<|Q|> and Quipsome Hal went off into such a laugh as might have betrayed his identity to any one more accustomed to the grimaces of his professional character, but which only infected the others with the same contagious merriment. \u201cCome thou home now,\u201d he said to Ambrose; \u201cmy good woman hath been in a mortal fright about thee, and would have me come out to seek after thee. Such are the women folk, Master Headley. Let them have but a lad to look after, and they\u2019ll bleat after him like an old ewe that has lost her lamb.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_29": "\u201cOn the contrary, it seems almost an age; but do not let us talk of money matters any longer.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOn the contrary, we will continue to speak of them, for that is my only reason for coming to see you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI am at a loss to compass your meaning,\u201d said the superintendent, whose eyes began to express an anxious curiosity.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_30": "\u201cOn the contrary, we will continue to speak of them, for that is my only reason for coming to see you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI am at a loss to compass your meaning,\u201d<|Q|> said the superintendent, whose eyes began to express an anxious curiosity.\n\n\u201cTell me, monsieur, is the office of superintendent a permanent position?\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_7": "\u201cTo St. John\u2019s Wood! The good greenwood, uncle,\u201d said Ambrose.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThou too, Ambrose?\u201d<|Q|> said Stephen joyfully. \u201cFor once away from thine ink and thy books!\u201d\n\n\u201cAy,\u201d said Ambrose, \u201cmine heart warms to the woodlands once more. Uncle, would that thou couldst come.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_1": "Another doubt, and that a cruel one, suggested itself to Madame de Belliere with a sharp, acute pain, like a dagger thrust. Did he really love her? Would that volatile mind, that inconstant heart, be likely to be fixed for a moment, even were it to gaze upon an angel? Was it not the same with Fouquet, notwithstanding his genius and his uprightness of conduct, as with those conquerors on the field of battle who shed tears when they have gained a victory? \u201cI must learn if it be so, and must judge of that for myself,\u201d said the marquise. <|Q|>\u201cWho can tell whether that heart, so coveted, is not common in its impulses, and full of alloy? Who can tell if that mind, when the touchstone is applied to it, will not be found of a mean and vulgar character? Come, come,\u201d<|Q|> she said, \u201cthis is doubting and hesitation too much -- to the proof,\u201d she said, looking at the timepiece. \u201cIt is now seven o\u2019clock,\u201d she said; \u201che must have arrived; it is the hour for signing his papers.\u201d With a feverish impatience she rose and walked towards the mirror, in which she smiled with a resolute smile of devotedness; she touched the spring and drew out the handle of the bell. Then, as if exhausted beforehand by the struggle she had just undergone, she threw herself on her knees, in utter abandonment, before a large couch, in which she buried her face in her trembling hands. Ten minutes afterwards she heard the spring of the door sound. The door moved upon invisible hinges, and Fouquet appeared. He looked pale, and seemed bowed down by the weight of some bitter reflection. He did not hurry, but simply came at the summons. The preoccupation of his mind must indeed have been very great, that a man, so devoted to pleasure, for whom indeed pleasure meant everything, should obey such a summons so listlessly. The previous night, in fact, fertile in melancholy ideas, had sharpened his features, generally so noble in their indifference of expression, and had traced dark lines of anxiety around his eyes. Handsome and noble he still was, and the melancholy expression of his mouth, a rare expression with men, gave a new character to his features, by which his youth seemed to be renewed. Dressed in black, the lace in front of his chest much disarranged by his feverishly restless hand, the looks of the superintendent, full of dreamy reflection, were fixed upon the threshold of the room which he had so frequently approached in search of expected happiness. This gloomy gentleness of manner, this smiling sadness of expression, which had replaced his former excessive joy, produced an indescribable effect upon Madame de Belliere, who was regarding him at a distance.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_38": "\u201cPish! what good are a pack of City lubbers!\u201d returned Stephen. \u201cDon\u2019t we know a quagmire when we see one, better than they do?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHark, they are shouting for us.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNot they! That\u2019s a falconer\u2019s call. There\u2019s another whistle! See, there\u2019s the hawk. She\u2019s going down the wind, as I\u2019m alive,\u201d and Stephen began to bound wildly along, making all the sounds and calls by which falcons were recalled, and holding up as a lure a lapwing which he had knocked down. Ambrose, by no means so confident in bog-trotting as his brother, stood still to await him, hearing the calls and shouts of the falconer coming nearer, and presently seeing a figure, flying by the help of a pole over the pools and dykes that here made some attempt at draining the waste. Suddenly, in mid career over one of these broad ditches, there was a collapse, and a lusty shout for help as the form disappeared. Ambrose instantly perceived what had happened, the leaping pole had broken to the downfall of its owner. Forgetting all his doubts as to bogholes and morasses, he grasped his own pole, and sprang from tussock to tussock, till he had reached the bank of the ditch or water-course in which the unfortunate sportsman was floundering. He was a large, powerful man, but this was of no avail, for the slough afforded no foothold. The further side was a steep built up of sods, the nearer sloped down gradually, and though it was not apparently very deep, the efforts of the victim to struggle out had done nothing but churn up a mass of black muddy water in which he sank deeper every moment, and it was already nearly to his shoulders when with a cry of joy, half choked however, by the mud, he cried,", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_2": "Another doubt, and that a cruel one, suggested itself to Madame de Belliere with a sharp, acute pain, like a dagger thrust. Did he really love her? Would that volatile mind, that inconstant heart, be likely to be fixed for a moment, even were it to gaze upon an angel? Was it not the same with Fouquet, notwithstanding his genius and his uprightness of conduct, as with those conquerors on the field of battle who shed tears when they have gained a victory? \u201cI must learn if it be so, and must judge of that for myself,\u201d said the marquise. \u201cWho can tell whether that heart, so coveted, is not common in its impulses, and full of alloy? Who can tell if that mind, when the touchstone is applied to it, will not be found of a mean and vulgar character? Come, come,\u201d she said, <|Q|>\u201cthis is doubting and hesitation too much -- to the proof,\u201d<|Q|> she said, looking at the timepiece. \u201cIt is now seven o\u2019clock,\u201d she said; \u201che must have arrived; it is the hour for signing his papers.\u201d With a feverish impatience she rose and walked towards the mirror, in which she smiled with a resolute smile of devotedness; she touched the spring and drew out the handle of the bell. Then, as if exhausted beforehand by the struggle she had just undergone, she threw herself on her knees, in utter abandonment, before a large couch, in which she buried her face in her trembling hands. Ten minutes afterwards she heard the spring of the door sound. The door moved upon invisible hinges, and Fouquet appeared. He looked pale, and seemed bowed down by the weight of some bitter reflection. He did not hurry, but simply came at the summons. The preoccupation of his mind must indeed have been very great, that a man, so devoted to pleasure, for whom indeed pleasure meant everything, should obey such a summons so listlessly. The previous night, in fact, fertile in melancholy ideas, had sharpened his features, generally so noble in their indifference of expression, and had traced dark lines of anxiety around his eyes. Handsome and noble he still was, and the melancholy expression of his mouth, a rare expression with men, gave a new character to his features, by which his youth seemed to be renewed. Dressed in black, the lace in front of his chest much disarranged by his feverishly restless hand, the looks of the superintendent, full of dreamy reflection, were fixed upon the threshold of the room which he had so frequently approached in search of expected happiness. This gloomy gentleness of manner, this smiling sadness of expression, which had replaced his former excessive joy, produced an indescribable effect upon Madame de Belliere, who was regarding him at a distance.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_4": "\u201cI must learn if it be so, and must judge of that for myself,\u201d said the marquise. \u201cWho can tell whether that heart, so coveted, is not common in its impulses, and full of alloy? Who can tell if that mind, when the touchstone is applied to it, will not be found of a mean and vulgar character? Come, come,\u201d she said, \u201cthis is doubting and hesitation too much -- to the proof,\u201d she said, looking at the timepiece. \u201cIt is now seven o\u2019clock,\u201d she said; <|Q|>\u201che must have arrived; it is the hour for signing his papers.\u201d<|Q|> With a feverish impatience she rose and walked towards the mirror, in which she smiled with a resolute smile of devotedness; she touched the spring and drew out the handle of the bell. Then, as if exhausted beforehand by the struggle she had just undergone, she threw herself on her knees, in utter abandonment, before a large couch, in which she buried her face in her trembling hands. Ten minutes afterwards she heard the spring of the door sound. The door moved upon invisible hinges, and Fouquet appeared. He looked pale, and seemed bowed down by the weight of some bitter reflection. He did not hurry, but simply came at the summons. The preoccupation of his mind must indeed have been very great, that a man, so devoted to pleasure, for whom indeed pleasure meant everything, should obey such a summons so listlessly. The previous night, in fact, fertile in melancholy ideas, had sharpened his features, generally so noble in their indifference of expression, and had traced dark lines of anxiety around his eyes. Handsome and noble he still was, and the melancholy expression of his mouth, a rare expression with men, gave a new character to his features, by which his youth seemed to be renewed. Dressed in black, the lace in front of his chest much disarranged by his feverishly restless hand, the looks of the superintendent, full of dreamy reflection, were fixed upon the threshold of the room which he had so frequently approached in search of expected happiness. This gloomy gentleness of manner, this smiling sadness of expression, which had replaced his former excessive joy, produced an indescribable effect upon Madame de Belliere, who was regarding him at a distance.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_6": "A woman\u2019s eye can read the face of the man she loves, its every feeling of pride, its every expression of suffering; it might almost be said that Heaven has graciously granted to women, on account of their very weakness, more than it has accorded to other creatures. They can conceal their own feelings from a man, but from them no man can conceal his. The marquise divined in a single glace the whole weight of the unhappiness of the superintendent. She divined a night passed without sleep, a day passed in deceptions. From that moment she was firm in her own strength, and she felt that she loved Fouquet beyond everything else. She arose and approached him, saying, \u201cYou wrote to me this morning to say you were beginning to forget me, and that I, whom you had not seen lately, had no doubt ceased to think of you. I have come to undeceive you, monsieur, and the more completely so, because there is one thing I can read in your eyes.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat is that, madame?\u201d<|Q|> said Fouquet, astonished.\n\n\u201cThat you have never loved me so much as at this moment; in the same manner you can read, in my present step towards you, that I have not forgotten you.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_38": "\u201cOn the contrary, it is very pressing.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cVery well, we will talk of that by and by.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBy and by will not do, for my money is there,\u201d returned the marquise, pointing out the coffer to the superintendent, and showing him, as she opened it, the bundles of notes and heaps of gold. Fouquet, who had risen from his seat at the same moment as Madame de Belliere, remained for a moment plunged in thought; then suddenly starting back, he turned pale, and sank down in his chair, concealing his face in his hands. \u201cMadame, madame", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_7": "\u201cWhat is that, madame?\u201d said Fouquet, astonished.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat you have never loved me so much as at this moment; in the same manner you can read, in my present step towards you, that I have not forgotten you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh! madame,\u201d said Fouquet, whose face was for a moment lighted up by a sudden gleam of joy, \u201cyou are indeed an angel, and no man can suspect you. All he can do is to humble himself before you and entreat forgiveness.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_41": "\u201cBy and by will not do, for my money is there,\u201d returned the marquise, pointing out the coffer to the superintendent, and showing him, as she opened it, the bundles of notes and heaps of gold. Fouquet, who had risen from his seat at the same moment as Madame de Belliere, remained for a moment plunged in thought; then suddenly starting back, he turned pale, and sank down in his chair, concealing his face in his hands. \u201cMadame, madame,\u201d he murmured, <|Q|>\u201cwhat opinion can you have of me, when you make me such an offer?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOf you!\u201d returned the marquise. \u201cTell me, rather, what you yourself think of the step I have taken.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_10": "\u201cOh! madame,\u201d said Fouquet, whose face was for a moment lighted up by a sudden gleam of joy, \u201cyou are indeed an angel, and no man can suspect you. All he can do is to humble himself before you and entreat forgiveness.\u201d\n\n\u201cYour forgiveness is granted, then,\u201d said the marquise. Fouquet was about to throw himself upon his knees. \u201cNo, no,\u201d she said, <|Q|>\u201csit here by my side. Ah! that is an evil thought which has just crossed your mind.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHow do you detect it, madame?\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_11": "\u201cYour forgiveness is granted, then,\u201d said the marquise. Fouquet was about to throw himself upon his knees. \u201cNo, no,\u201d she said, \u201csit here by my side. Ah! that is an evil thought which has just crossed your mind.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow do you detect it, madame?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBy the smile that has just marred the expression of your countenance. Be candid, and tell me what your thought was -- no secrets between friends.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_12": "\u201cHow do you detect it, madame?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBy the smile that has just marred the expression of your countenance. Be candid, and tell me what your thought was -- no secrets between friends.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTell me, then, madame, why you have been so harsh these three or four months past?\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_14": "\u201cHarsh?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes; did you not forbid me to visit you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAlas!\u201d said Madame de Belliere, sighing, \u201cbecause your visit to me was the cause of your being visited with a great misfortune; because my house is watched; because the same eyes that have seen you already might see you again; because I think it less dangerous for you that I should come here than that you should come to my house; and, lastly, because I know you to be already unhappy enough not to wish to increase your unhappiness further.\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_47": "\u201cHere is my brother coming, sir,\u201d he said, as he gave his endeavours to help the stranger to free himself from the mud that clung to him, and which was in some places thick enough to be scraped off with a knife. He kept up a continual interchange of exclamations at his plight, whistles and shouts for his people, and imprecations on their tardiness, until Stephen was near enough to show that the hawk had been recovered, and then he joyfully called out, <|Q|>\u201cHa! hast thou got her? Why, flat-caps as ye are, ye put all my fellows to shame! How now, thou errant bird, dost know thy master, or take him for a mud wall? Kite that thou art, to have led me such a dance! And what\u2019s your name, my brave lads? Ye must have been bred to wood-craft.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAmbrose explained both their parentage and their present occupation, but was apparently heeded but little. \u201cWot ye how to get out of this quagmire?\u201d was the question.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_44": "\u201cYou bring me this money for myself, and you bring it because you know me to be embarrassed. Nay, do not deny it, for I am sure of it. Can I not read your heart?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIf you know my heart, then, can you not see that it is my heart I offer you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI have guessed rightly, then,\u201d exclaimed Fouquet. \u201cIn truth, madame, I have never yet given you the right to insult me in this manner.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_18": "Fouquet started, for these words recalled all the anxieties connected with his office of superintendent -- he who, for the last few minutes, had indulged in all the wild aspirations of the lover. \u201cI unhappy?\u201d he said, endeavoring to smile: \u201cindeed, marquise, you will almost make me believe I am so, judging from your own sadness. Are your beautiful eyes raised upon me merely in pity? I was looking for another expression from them.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is not I who am sad, monsieur; look in the mirror, there -- it is yourself.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt is true I am somewhat pale, marquise; but it is from overwork; the king yesterday required a supply of money from me.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_17": "\u201cbecause your visit to me was the cause of your being visited with a great misfortune; because my house is watched; because the same eyes that have seen you already might see you again; because I think it less dangerous for you that I should come here than that you should come to my house; and, lastly, because I know you to be already unhappy enough not to wish to increase your unhappiness further.\u201d\n\nFouquet started, for these words recalled all the anxieties connected with his office of superintendent -- he who, for the last few minutes, had indulged in all the wild aspirations of the lover. \u201cI unhappy?\u201d he said, endeavoring to smile: <|Q|>\u201cindeed, marquise, you will almost make me believe I am so, judging from your own sadness. Are your beautiful eyes raised upon me merely in pity? I was looking for another expression from them.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt is not I who am sad, monsieur; look in the mirror, there -- it is yourself.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_20": "\u201cIt is true I am somewhat pale, marquise; but it is from overwork; the king yesterday required a supply of money from me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, four millions; I am aware of it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou know it?\u201d exclaimed Fouquet, in a tone of surprise; \u201chow can you have learnt it? It was after the departure of the queen, and in the presence of one person only, that the king -- \u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_52": "\u201cI offered you my friendship, M. Fouquet.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, madame, and you limited yourself to that.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd what I am now doing is the act of a friend.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_22": "\u201cYou understand, marquise, that I have been obliged to procure it, then to get it counted, afterwards registered -- altogether a long affair. Since Monsieur de Mazarin\u2019s death, financial affairs occasion some little fatigue and embarrassment. My administration is somewhat overtaxed, and this is the reason why I have not slept during the past night.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo you have the amount?\u201d<|Q|> inquired the marquise, with some anxiety.\n\n\u201cIt would indeed be strange, marquise,\u201d replied Fouquet, cheerfully, \u201cif a superintendent of finances were not to have a paltry four millions in his coffers.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_53": "\u201cYes, madame, and you limited yourself to that.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd what I am now doing is the act of a friend.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo doubt it is.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_23": "\u201cSo you have the amount?\u201d inquired the marquise, with some anxiety.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt would indeed be strange, marquise,\u201d<|Q|> replied Fouquet, cheerfully, \u201cif a superintendent of finances were not to have a paltry four millions in his coffers.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, yes, I believe you either have, or will have them.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_26": "\u201cYes, yes, I believe you either have, or will have them.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat do you mean by saying I shall have them?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt is not very long since you were required to furnish two millions.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_55": "\u201cNo doubt it is.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd you reject this mark of my friendship?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI do reject it.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_28": "\u201cIt is not very long since you were required to furnish two millions.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOn the contrary, it seems almost an age; but do not let us talk of money matters any longer.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOn the contrary, we will continue to speak of them, for that is my only reason for coming to see you.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_27": "\u201cWhat do you mean by saying I shall have them?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is not very long since you were required to furnish two millions.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOn the contrary, it seems almost an age; but do not let us talk of money matters any longer.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_57": "\u201cI do reject it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur Fouquet, look at me,\u201d<|Q|> said the marquise, with glistening eyes, \u201cI now offer you my love.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, madame,\u201d exclaimed Fouquet.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_58": "\u201cI do reject it.\u201d\n\n\u201cMonsieur Fouquet, look at me,\u201d said the marquise, with glistening eyes, <|Q|>\u201cI now offer you my love.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, madame,\u201d exclaimed Fouquet.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_31": "\u201cI am at a loss to compass your meaning,\u201d said the superintendent, whose eyes began to express an anxious curiosity.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTell me, monsieur, is the office of superintendent a permanent position?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou surprise me, marchioness, for you speak as if you had some motive or interest in putting the question.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_33": "\u201cYou surprise me, marchioness, for you speak as if you had some motive or interest in putting the question.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy reason is simple enough; I am desirous of placing some money in your hands, and naturally I wish to know if you are certain of your post.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cReally, marquise, I am at a loss what to reply; I cannot conceive your meaning.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_32": "\u201cTell me, monsieur, is the office of superintendent a permanent position?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou surprise me, marchioness, for you speak as if you had some motive or interest in putting the question.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMy reason is simple enough; I am desirous of placing some money in your hands, and naturally I wish to know if you are certain of your post.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_64": "\u201cDo not tempt me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo not refuse me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThink seriously of what you are proposing.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_35": "\u201cReally, marquise, I am at a loss what to reply; I cannot conceive your meaning.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSeriously, then, dear M. Fouquet, I have certain funds which somewhat embarrass me. I am tired of investing my money in lands, and am anxious to intrust it to some friend who will turn it to account.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSurely it does not press,\u201d said M. Fouquet.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_36": "\u201cSeriously, then, dear M. Fouquet, I have certain funds which somewhat embarrass me. I am tired of investing my money in lands, and am anxious to intrust it to some friend who will turn it to account.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSurely it does not press,\u201d<|Q|> said M. Fouquet.\n\n\u201cOn the contrary, it is very pressing.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_37": "\u201cSurely it does not press,\u201d said M. Fouquet.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOn the contrary, it is very pressing.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cVery well, we will talk of that by and by.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_65": "\u201cDo not refuse me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThink seriously of what you are proposing.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFouquet, but one word. Let it be \u2018No,\u2019 and I open this door,\u201d and she pointed to the door which led into the streets, \u201cand you will never see me again. Let that word be \u2018Yes,\u2019 and I am yours entirely.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_67": "\u201cThink seriously of what you are proposing.\u201d\n\n\u201cFouquet, but one word. Let it be \u2018No,\u2019 and I open this door,\u201d and she pointed to the door which led into the streets, <|Q|>\u201cand you will never see me again. Let that word be \u2018Yes,\u2019 and I am yours entirely.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cElise! Elise! But this coffer?\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_68": "\u201cFouquet, but one word. Let it be \u2018No,\u2019 and I open this door,\u201d and she pointed to the door which led into the streets, \u201cand you will never see me again. Let that word be \u2018Yes,\u2019 and I am yours entirely.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cElise! Elise! But this coffer?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cContains my dowry.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_40": "\u201cVery well, we will talk of that by and by.\u201d\n\n\u201cBy and by will not do, for my money is there,\u201d returned the marquise, pointing out the coffer to the superintendent, and showing him, as she opened it, the bundles of notes and heaps of gold. Fouquet, who had risen from his seat at the same moment as Madame de Belliere, remained for a moment plunged in thought; then suddenly starting back, he turned pale, and sank down in his chair, concealing his face in his hands. <|Q|>\u201cMadame, madame,\u201d<|Q|> he murmured, \u201cwhat opinion can you have of me, when you make me such an offer?\u201d\n\n\u201cOf you!\u201d returned the marquise. \u201cTell me, rather, what you yourself think of the step I have taken.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_71": "\u201cContains my dowry.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is your ruin,\u201d exclaimed Fouquet, turning over the gold and papers; <|Q|>\u201cthere must be a million here.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, my jewels, for which I care no longer if you do not love me, and for which, equally, I care no longer if you love me as I love you.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_43": "\u201cOf you!\u201d returned the marquise. \u201cTell me, rather, what you yourself think of the step I have taken.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou bring me this money for myself, and you bring it because you know me to be embarrassed. Nay, do not deny it, for I am sure of it. Can I not read your heart?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIf you know my heart, then, can you not see that it is my heart I offer you?\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_73": "\u201cYes, my jewels, for which I care no longer if you do not love me, and for which, equally, I care no longer if you love me as I love you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThis is too much,\u201d<|Q|> exclaimed Fouquet. \u201cI yield, I yield, even were it only to consecrate so much devotion. I accept the dowry.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd take the woman with it,\u201d said the marquise, throwing herself into his arms.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_16": "\u201cbecause your visit to me was the cause of your being visited with a great misfortune; because my house is watched; because the same eyes that have seen you already might see you again; because I think it less dangerous for you that I should come here than that you should come to my house; and, lastly, because I know you to be already unhappy enough not to wish to increase your unhappiness further.\u201d\n\nFouquet started, for these words recalled all the anxieties connected with his office of superintendent -- he who, for the last few minutes, had indulged in all the wild aspirations of the lover. <|Q|>\u201cI unhappy?\u201d<|Q|> he said, endeavoring to smile: \u201cindeed, marquise, you will almost make me believe I am so, judging from your own sadness. Are your beautiful eyes raised upon me merely in pity? I was looking for another expression from them.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is not I who am sad, monsieur; look in the mirror, there -- it is yourself.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_75": "\u201cThis is too much,\u201d exclaimed Fouquet. \u201cI yield, I yield, even were it only to consecrate so much devotion. I accept the dowry.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd take the woman with it,\u201d<|Q|> said the marquise, throwing herself into his arms.\n\nChapter XXIX. Le Terrain de Dieu.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_47": "\u201cI have guessed rightly, then,\u201d exclaimed Fouquet. \u201cIn truth, madame, I have never yet given you the right to insult me in this manner.\u201d\n\n\u201cInsult you,\u201d she said, turning pale, <|Q|>\u201cwhat singular delicacy of feeling! You tell me you love me; in the name of that affection you wish me to sacrifice my reputation and my honor, yet, when I offer you money which is my own, you refuse me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMadame, you are at liberty to preserve what you term your reputation and your honor. Permit me to preserve mine. Leave me to my ruin, leave me to sink beneath the weight of the hatreds which surround me, beneath the faults I have committed, beneath the load, even, of my remorse, but, for Heaven\u2019s sake, madame, do not overwhelm me with this last infliction.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_49": "\u201cMadame, you are at liberty to preserve what you term your reputation and your honor. Permit me to preserve mine. Leave me to my ruin, leave me to sink beneath the weight of the hatreds which surround me, beneath the faults I have committed, beneath the load, even, of my remorse, but, for Heaven\u2019s sake, madame, do not overwhelm me with this last infliction.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cA short time since, M. Fouquet, you were wanting in judgment; now you are wanting in feeling.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nFouquet pressed his clenched hand upon his breast, heaving with emotion, saying: \u201coverwhelm me, madame, for I have nothing to reply.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_3": "The man swung suspiciously, then grinned weakly. There was hunger and strain on his face, but an odd authority and pride now. \"I'll be doggoned. Whyn't you say he was with Murdoch?\"\n\n\"They want someone to locate Ed Praeger and see about getting some food shipped in from outside, cobber,\" Mother Corey told him. <|Q|>\"They got some money scraped together, but the hicks are doing no business with Marsport. You know Ed -- just tell him I sent you. I'd go myself, but I'm getting too old to go chasing men out there.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"What's in it?\" Gordon asked, reaching for his helmet.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_50": "\u201cA short time since, M. Fouquet, you were wanting in judgment; now you are wanting in feeling.\u201d\n\nFouquet pressed his clenched hand upon his breast, heaving with emotion, saying: <|Q|>\u201coverwhelm me, madame, for I have nothing to reply.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI offered you my friendship, M. Fouquet.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_19": "\u201cIt is not I who am sad, monsieur; look in the mirror, there -- it is yourself.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is true I am somewhat pale, marquise; but it is from overwork; the king yesterday required a supply of money from me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, four millions; I am aware of it.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_7": "He pointed outside. It was changed; there were fewer people outside. Gordon had never seen group starvation before....\n\nThey passed a crowd around a crude gallows, and Schulberg stopped. A man was already dead and dangling. \"Should turn 'em over to us cops,\" Schulberg said. <|Q|>\"What's he hanged for?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Hoarding,\" a voice answered, and others supplied the few details. The dead man had been caught with a half bag of flour and part of a case of beans. Schulberg found a scrap of something and penciled the crime on it, together with a circle signature, and pinned it to the body.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_56": "When the two wanderers appeared, relief took the form of anger, and there were sharp demands why they had loitered. Their story was listened to with many exclamations: Dennet jumped for joy, her grandmother advised that the angels should be consigned to her own safe keeping, and when Master Headley heard of Henry\u2019s scruples about the indentures, he declared that it was a rare wise king who knew that an honest craft was better than court favour.\n\n\u201cYet mayhap he might do something for thee, friend Ambrose,\u201d added the armourer. <|Q|>\u201cCommend thee to some post in his chapel royal, or put thee into some college, since such is thy turn. How sayst thou, Master Randall, shall he send in this same token, and make his petition?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIf a foo \u2014 if a plain man may be heard where the wise hath spoken,\u201d said Randall, \u201che had best abstain. Kings love not to be minded of mishaps, and our Hal\u2019s humour is not to be reckoned on! Lay up the toy in case of need, but an thou claim overmuch he may mind thee in a fashion not to thy taste.\u201d", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_58": "\u201cYet mayhap he might do something for thee, friend Ambrose,\u201d added the armourer. \u201cCommend thee to some post in his chapel royal, or put thee into some college, since such is thy turn. How sayst thou, Master Randall, shall he send in this same token, and make his petition?\u201d\n\n\u201cIf a foo \u2014 if a plain man may be heard where the wise hath spoken,\u201d said Randall, <|Q|>\u201che had best abstain. Kings love not to be minded of mishaps, and our Hal\u2019s humour is not to be reckoned on! Lay up the toy in case of need, but an thou claim overmuch he may mind thee in a fashion not to thy taste.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSure our King is of a more generous mould!\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Headley.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_8": "\"Hoarding,\" a voice answered, and others supplied the few details. The dead man had been caught with a half bag of flour and part of a case of beans. Schulberg found a scrap of something and penciled the crime on it, together with a circle signature, and pinned it to the body.\n\n<|Q|>\"All food should be turned in,\"<|Q|> he explained to Gordon as they climbed back into the truck. \"We figure community kitchens can stretch things a bit more. And we give a half extra ration to the guys who can find anything useful to do. We got enough so most people won't starve to death for another week, I guess. But you'd better get Praeger to send something, Gordon. Here, here's the scratch we scraped up.\"\n\nHe passed over a bag filled with a collection of small bills and coins. \"We can trust you, I guess", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_61": "\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Headley.\n\n\u201cHe is like other men, good mistress, just as you know how to have him, and he is scarce like to be willing to be minded of the taste of mire, or of floundering like a hog in a salt marsh. Ha! ha!\u201d and Quipsome Hal went off into such a laugh as might have betrayed his identity to any one more accustomed to the grimaces of his professional character, but which only infected the others with the same contagious merriment. <|Q|>\u201cCome thou home now,\u201d<|Q|> he said to Ambrose; \u201cmy good woman hath been in a mortal fright about thee, and would have me come out to seek after thee. Such are the women folk, Master Headley. Let them have but a lad to look after, and they\u2019ll bleat after him like an old ewe that has lost her lamb.\u201d\n\nAmbrose only stayed for Dennet to divide the spoil, and though the blackberries had all been lost or crushed, the little maiden kept her promise generously, and filled the bag not only with nuts but with three red-checked apples, and a handful of comfits, for the poor little maid who never tasted fruit or sweets.", "Solo.8597.8280.armourersprentices_12_yonge_64kb_62": "\u201cHe is like other men, good mistress, just as you know how to have him, and he is scarce like to be willing to be minded of the taste of mire, or of floundering like a hog in a salt marsh. Ha! ha!\u201d and Quipsome Hal went off into such a laugh as might have betrayed his identity to any one more accustomed to the grimaces of his professional character, but which only infected the others with the same contagious merriment. \u201cCome thou home now,\u201d he said to Ambrose; <|Q|>\u201cmy good woman hath been in a mortal fright about thee, and would have me come out to seek after thee. Such are the women folk, Master Headley. Let them have but a lad to look after, and they\u2019ll bleat after him like an old ewe that has lost her lamb.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAmbrose only stayed for Dennet to divide the spoil, and though the blackberries had all been lost or crushed, the little maiden kept her promise generously, and filled the bag not only with nuts but with three red-checked apples, and a handful of comfits, for the poor little maid who never tasted fruit or sweets.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_60": "\u201cI have loved you for a long while past; women, like men, have a false delicacy at times. For a long time past I have loved you, but would not confess it. Well, then, you have implored this love on your knees, and I have refused you; I was blind, as you were a little while since; but as it was my love that you sought, it is my love I now offer you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh! madame, you overwhelm me beneath a load of happiness.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWill you be happy, then, if I am yours -- entirely?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_14": "Then he came to villages. Again there was the sight of children running around without helmets. He stopped once for directions, and a man stared at him suspiciously and finally threw a switch reluctantly.\n\nHe was finally forced to stop again, sure that he was near, now. This time, it was in what seemed to be a major shipping center in the heart of the lines that ran helter-skelter from village to village. Another suspicious-eyed man studied him. <|Q|>\"You won't find Praeger on his farm -- couldn't reach it in that, anyhow,\"<|Q|> he said finally. Then he turned up his Marspeaker. \"Ed! Hey, Ed!\"\n\nDown the street, the seal of a building opened, and the big, bluff figure of Praeger came out. His eyes narrowed as he spotted Gordon; then he grinned and waved his visitor forward.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_63": "\u201cIt will be the supremest happiness for me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTake me, then. If, however, for your sake I sacrifice a prejudice, do you, for mine, sacrifice a scruple.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDo not tempt me.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_15": "Then he came to villages. Again there was the sight of children running around without helmets. He stopped once for directions, and a man stared at him suspiciously and finally threw a switch reluctantly.\n\nHe was finally forced to stop again, sure that he was near, now. This time, it was in what seemed to be a major shipping center in the heart of the lines that ran helter-skelter from village to village. Another suspicious-eyed man studied him. \"You won't find Praeger on his farm -- couldn't reach it in that, anyhow,\" he said finally. Then he turned up his Marspeaker. <|Q|>\"Ed! Hey, Ed!\"<|Q|>\n\nDown the street, the seal of a building opened, and the big, bluff figure of Praeger came out. His eyes narrowed as he spotted Gordon; then he grinned and waved his visitor forward.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_34": "\u201cMy reason is simple enough; I am desirous of placing some money in your hands, and naturally I wish to know if you are certain of your post.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cReally, marquise, I am at a loss what to reply; I cannot conceive your meaning.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSeriously, then, dear M. Fouquet, I have certain funds which somewhat embarrass me. I am tired of investing my money in lands, and am anxious to intrust it to some friend who will turn it to account.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_18": "\"I can get the stuff sent, Gordon. I'm head of the shipping committee for this quadrant. But why in hell should I? The last time, every car was looted in Outer Marsport. If they won't let us get the oil and chemicals we need, why should we feed them?\"\n\n\"Ever see starvation?\" Gordon asked, wishing again someone else who'd felt it could carry the message. He told about a man who'd committed suicide for his kids, not stopping as Praeger's face sickened slowly. <|Q|>\"Hell, who wouldn't loot your trains if that's going on?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"All right, if Mother Corey'll back up this volunteer police group. I've got kids of my own.... Look, you want food, we want to ship. Get your cops to give us an escort for every shipment through to the dome, and we'll drop off one car out of four for the outlands.\"", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_8": "\u201cThat you have never loved me so much as at this moment; in the same manner you can read, in my present step towards you, that I have not forgotten you.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh! madame,\u201d said Fouquet, whose face was for a moment lighted up by a sudden gleam of joy, <|Q|>\u201cyou are indeed an angel, and no man can suspect you. All he can do is to humble himself before you and entreat forgiveness.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYour forgiveness is granted, then,\u201d said the marquise. Fouquet was about to throw himself upon his knees. \u201cNo, no,\u201d she said, \u201csit here by my side. Ah! that is an evil thought which has just crossed your mind.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_39": "\u201cVery well, we will talk of that by and by.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBy and by will not do, for my money is there,\u201d<|Q|> returned the marquise, pointing out the coffer to the superintendent, and showing him, as she opened it, the bundles of notes and heaps of gold. Fouquet, who had risen from his seat at the same moment as Madame de Belliere, remained for a moment plunged in thought; then suddenly starting back, he turned pale, and sank down in his chair, concealing his face in his hands. \u201cMadame, madame,\u201d he murmured, \u201cwhat opinion can you have of me, when you make me such an offer?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_22": "Gordon sat back weakly. \"Done!\" he said. \"Provided the first shipment carries the most we can get for the credits I brought.\"\n\n\"It will -- we've got some stuff that's about to spoil, and we can let you have a whole train of it.\" He took the sack of credits and tossed it toward a drawer, uncounted. <|Q|>\"A damned good thing Security's sending a ship. Credits won't be worth much until they get this mess straightened out.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon felt the hair at the base of his neck tingle. \"What makes you think Security can do anything? They haven't shown a hand yet.\"", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_70": "\u201cContains my dowry.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is your ruin,\u201d<|Q|> exclaimed Fouquet, turning over the gold and papers; \u201cthere must be a million here.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my jewels, for which I care no longer if you do not love me, and for which, equally, I care no longer if you love me as I love you.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_69": "\u201cElise! Elise! But this coffer?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cContains my dowry.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt is your ruin,\u201d exclaimed Fouquet, turning over the gold and papers; \u201cthere must be a million here.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_26": "\"They set Security up as a nice little debating society, Gordon, to make it easy for North America to grab the planets by doing it through that Agency. Only they got better men on it than they wanted. So far, Security has played one nation against another enough to keep any from daring to swipe power on the planets. And this latest trick folded up, too. North America figured on Marsport folding up once they got a police war started, with a bunch of chiseling profiteers as their front; they expected the citizens to yell uncle all the way back to Earth. But out here, nobody thinks of Earth as a place to yell to for help, so they missed. And now Security's got Pan-Asia and United Africa balanced against North America, so the swipe won't work. We got the dope from our southern receiver. North America's called it all a mistaken emergency measure and turned it back to Security.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Along with how many war rockets?\"<|Q|> Gordon asked.\n\n\"None. They never gave any real power, never will. The only strength Security's ever had comes from the fact that it always wins, somehow. Forget the crooks and crooked cops, man! Ask the people who've been getting kicked around about Security, and you'll find that even most of Marsport doesn't hate it! It's the only hope we've got of not having all the planets turned into colonial empires! You staying over, or want me to give you an engineer and drag car so you can ride back in comfort?\"", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_72": "\u201cIt is your ruin,\u201d exclaimed Fouquet, turning over the gold and papers; \u201cthere must be a million here.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, my jewels, for which I care no longer if you do not love me, and for which, equally, I care no longer if you love me as I love you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThis is too much,\u201d exclaimed Fouquet. \u201cI yield, I yield, even were it only to consecrate so much devotion. I accept the dowry.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_45": "\u201cIf you know my heart, then, can you not see that it is my heart I offer you?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have guessed rightly, then,\u201d<|Q|> exclaimed Fouquet. \u201cIn truth, madame, I have never yet given you the right to insult me in this manner.\u201d\n\n\u201cInsult you,\u201d she said, turning pale, \u201cwhat singular delicacy of feeling! You tell me you love me; in the name of that affection you wish me to sacrifice my reputation and my honor, yet, when I offer you money which is my own, you refuse me.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_29": "* * * * *\n\nHe found Randolph waiting in a scooter outside the precinct house after he'd reported his results. He climbed in woodenly, leaving his helmet on as he saw the broken window. \"A good job,\" the little man said. <|Q|>\"And news for the paper, if I ever publish it again. I came over because I wasn't much use at the Coop, and everyone else was busy.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Doing what?\" Gordon asked.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_0": "There were three men, each with a white circle painted on chest and left arm, talking to Mother Corey when Bruce Gordon came down the rickety steps. He stopped for a second, but there was no sign of trouble. Then the words of the thin man below reached him.\n\n<|Q|>\"So we figured when we found the stiffs maybe you'd come back, Mother. Damn good thing we were right. We can sure use that ammunition you found. Now, where's this Gordon fellow?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Here!\" Gordon told the man. He'd recognized him finally as Schulberg, the little grocer from the Nineteenth Precinct.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_46": "\u201cIf you know my heart, then, can you not see that it is my heart I offer you?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have guessed rightly, then,\u201d exclaimed Fouquet. <|Q|>\u201cIn truth, madame, I have never yet given you the right to insult me in this manner.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cInsult you,\u201d she said, turning pale, \u201cwhat singular delicacy of feeling! You tell me you love me; in the name of that affection you wish me to sacrifice my reputation and my honor, yet, when I offer you money which is my own, you refuse me.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_2": "The man swung suspiciously, then grinned weakly. There was hunger and strain on his face, but an odd authority and pride now. \"I'll be doggoned. Whyn't you say he was with Murdoch?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"They want someone to locate Ed Praeger and see about getting some food shipped in from outside, cobber,\"<|Q|> Mother Corey told him. \"They got some money scraped together, but the hicks are doing no business with Marsport. You know Ed -- just tell him I sent you. I'd go myself, but I'm getting too old to go chasing men out there.\"\n\n\"What's in it?\" Gordon asked, reaching for his helmet.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_31": "Randolph grinned crookedly. \"Running Outer Marsport. The Mother's the only man everybody knows, I guess -- and his word has never been broken that anyone can remember. So he's helping Schulberg make agreements with the sections the volunteers don't handle. Place is lousy with people now. Heard about Mayor Wayne?\"\n\nGordon shook his head, not caring, but the man went on. <|Q|>\"He must have had his supply of drugs lifted somehow. He holed up one day, until it really hit him that he couldn't get any more. Then he went gunning for Trench, with some idea Trench had swiped the stuff -- so Trench is now running the Municipals. And I hear the gangs are just about in control of both sections, lately.\"<|Q|>\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_1": "\"Here!\" Gordon told the man. He'd recognized him finally as Schulberg, the little grocer from the Nineteenth Precinct.\n\nThe man swung suspiciously, then grinned weakly. There was hunger and strain on his face, but an odd authority and pride now. <|Q|>\"I'll be doggoned. Whyn't you say he was with Murdoch?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"They want someone to locate Ed Praeger and see about getting some food shipped in from outside, cobber,\" Mother Corey told him. \"They got some money scraped together, but the hicks are doing no business with Marsport. You know Ed -- just tell him I sent you. I'd go myself, but I'm getting too old to go chasing men out there.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_34": "She sighed, and relaxed. There was a faint touch of humor in her voice then. \"They called it bundling once, I think. I -- Bruce, I know you don't like me, so I guess it isn't too hard for you. But -- sometimes ... Oh, damn it! Sometimes you're -- nice!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Nice people don't get to Mars. They stay on Earth, being careful not to find out what it's like up here,\"<|Q|> he told her bitterly. For a second he hesitated, and then the account of the newsboy and his would-be killers came rushing out.\n\nShe dropped a hand onto his, nodding. \"I know. The Kid -- Rusty's friend -- wrote down what they did to him.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_6": "He pointed outside. It was changed; there were fewer people outside. Gordon had never seen group starvation before....\n\nThey passed a crowd around a crude gallows, and Schulberg stopped. A man was already dead and dangling. <|Q|>\"Should turn 'em over to us cops,\"<|Q|> Schulberg said. \"What's he hanged for?\"\n\n\"Hoarding,\" a voice answered, and others supplied the few details. The dead man had been caught with a half bag of flour and part of a case of beans. Schulberg found a scrap of something and penciled the crime on it, together with a circle signature, and pinned it to the body.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_35": "\"Nice people don't get to Mars. They stay on Earth, being careful not to find out what it's like up here,\" he told her bitterly. For a second he hesitated, and then the account of the newsboy and his would-be killers came rushing out.\n\nShe dropped a hand onto his, nodding. <|Q|>\"I know. The Kid -- Rusty's friend -- wrote down what they did to him.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon grunted. He'd almost forgotten about the tongueless Kid. For a second, his thoughts churned on. Then he got up and began putting on his uniform again. Sheila frowned, staring at him, and began sliding from her side, reaching for her robe. She followed him down the creaking stairs, and to the room where Schulberg, Mother Corey, and a few others were still arguing some detail.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_10": "\" he explained to Gordon as they climbed back into the truck. \"We figure community kitchens can stretch things a bit more. And we give a half extra ration to the guys who can find anything useful to do. We got enough so most people won't starve to death for another week, I guess. But you'd better get Praeger to send something, Gordon. Here, here's the scratch we scraped up.\"\n\nHe passed over a bag filled with a collection of small bills and coins. <|Q|>\"We can trust you, I guess,\"<|Q|> he said dully. \"Remember you with Murdoch, anyhow. And you can tell Praeger we got plenty of men looking for work, in case he can use 'em.\"\n\nHe pulled up to shout a report through the big Marspeaker as they passed the old building Murdoch had used as a precinct house. It now had a crude sign proclaiming it voluntary police HQ and outland government center. Then he went on until they came to a spur of the little electric monorail system, with three abandoned service engines parked at the end.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_54": "\u201cAnd what I am now doing is the act of a friend.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo doubt it is.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd you reject this mark of my friendship?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_41": "Mother Corey heaved his bulk up slowly, wheezing, and indicated his chair at the head of the table. But Gordon shook his head. He'd made his decision. His head was emptied for the moment, and he wanted nothing more than a chance to hit the bed and forget the whole business until morning.\n\nSheila was staring at him as he shucked off his outer clothes mechanically and crawled under the blanket. She let the robe fall to the floor and slid into the bed without taking her eyes off him. <|Q|>\"Is it true about Security sending a ship?\"<|Q|> she asked at last. He nodded, and her breath caught. \"What happens when they arrive, Bruce?\"\n\nShe was shivering. He rolled over and patted her shoulder. \"Who knows? Who cares? I'll see that they know you weren't guilty, though. Stop worrying about it.\"", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_56": "\u201cAnd you reject this mark of my friendship?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI do reject it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMonsieur Fouquet, look at me,\u201d said the marquise, with glistening eyes, \u201cI now offer you my love.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_12": "He pulled up to shout a report through the big Marspeaker as they passed the old building Murdoch had used as a precinct house. It now had a crude sign proclaiming it voluntary police HQ and outland government center. Then he went on until they came to a spur of the little electric monorail system, with three abandoned service engines parked at the end.\n\n<|Q|>\"Extra air inside, and the best we could do for food. Was gonna try myself, but I don't know Praeger,\"<|Q|> Schulberg said. He handed over a key, and nodded toward the first service engine. \"Good luck, Gordon -- and damn it, we're -- we gotta eat, don't we? You tell him that! It ain't much -- but get what you can!\"\n\nHe swung the truck, and was gone. Gordon climbed into the enclosed cab and pulled back questioningly on the only lever he could see. The engine backed briefly; he reversed the control. Then it moved forward, picking up speed. Apparently there was still power flowing in from the automatic atomic generators.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_13": "He pulled up to shout a report through the big Marspeaker as they passed the old building Murdoch had used as a precinct house. It now had a crude sign proclaiming it voluntary police HQ and outland government center. Then he went on until they came to a spur of the little electric monorail system, with three abandoned service engines parked at the end.\n\n\"Extra air inside, and the best we could do for food. Was gonna try myself, but I don't know Praeger,\" Schulberg said. He handed over a key, and nodded toward the first service engine. <|Q|>\"Good luck, Gordon -- and damn it, we're -- we gotta eat, don't we? You tell him that! It ain't much -- but get what you can!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe swung the truck, and was gone. Gordon climbed into the enclosed cab and pulled back questioningly on the only lever he could see. The engine backed briefly; he reversed the control. Then it moved forward, picking up speed. Apparently there was still power flowing in from the automatic atomic generators.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_61": "\u201cOh! madame, you overwhelm me beneath a load of happiness.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWill you be happy, then, if I am yours -- entirely?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt will be the supremest happiness for me.\u201d", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_62": "\u201cWill you be happy, then, if I am yours -- entirely?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt will be the supremest happiness for me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTake me, then. If, however, for your sake I sacrifice a prejudice, do you, for mine, sacrifice a scruple.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_1": "In due time a well-crated object was carefully hauled by cart to Mr. Wicker's back door and taken inside. The ship's carpenter had made a case to measurements given him without knowing what it was to hold, and when Chris saw it at last set in a corner of Mr. Wicker's well-remembered study, he knew a lightness of mind he had not had since first he had been told of the Jewel Tree and his long journey.\n\nThere were long hours of talk with Mr. Wicker before the fire, telling him of every detail. Mr. Wicker's fine dark head nodded from time to time, interspersing Chris's account with an occasional <|Q|>\"Quite so -- you did perfectly right,\"<|Q|> or, \"Indeed? I did not see that too clearly, and so I was not sure.\" At last all was told; every tale unfolded.\n\nThen Mr. Wicker rose, smiling at Chris. \"Go have your supper lad, and come back. I have some other things to say.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_3": "There were long hours of talk with Mr. Wicker before the fire, telling him of every detail. Mr. Wicker's fine dark head nodded from time to time, interspersing Chris's account with an occasional \"Quite so -- you did perfectly right,\" or, \"Indeed? I did not see that too clearly, and so I was not sure.\" At last all was told; every tale unfolded.\n\nThen Mr. Wicker rose, smiling at Chris. <|Q|>\"Go have your supper lad, and come back. I have some other things to say.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe candlelit kitchen, the blazing hearth, the hissing spit on which wood pigeons roasted; the steaming pots where savory things were cooking; Amos laughing and chattering and swinging his legs from the cane-bottomed chair; Becky Boozer alternating between bursts of happy song and jokes directed at Amos or Ned Cilley, everything seemed beautiful to Chris and the room the gayest he had ever known. Yet he was conscious of a heavy feeling inside himself in spite of the laughter and the talk, and sat quietly staring at the rosy firelight that flowed up Becky's white apron and starched fichu to her hot, flushed face and kind blue eyes. The reflection of the sparks went even higher to gild the twenty-four roses and twelve waving black plumes, and when they passed on, found a kindred spark in the large contented eyes of his friend Amos. Ned Cilley was going through the usual formula of pretending that he should not stay to supper, and that even if he did, he had no appetite at all.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_66": "\u201cThink seriously of what you are proposing.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFouquet, but one word. Let it be \u2018No,\u2019 and I open this door,\u201d<|Q|> and she pointed to the door which led into the streets, \u201cand you will never see me again. Let that word be \u2018Yes,\u2019 and I am yours entirely.\u201d\n\n\u201cElise! Elise! But this coffer?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_20": "\"All right, if Mother Corey'll back up this volunteer police group. I've got kids of my own.... Look, you want food, we want to ship. Get your cops to give us an escort for every shipment through to the dome, and we'll drop off one car out of four for the outlands.\"\n\nGordon sat back weakly. \"Done!\" he said. <|Q|>\"Provided the first shipment carries the most we can get for the credits I brought.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"It will -- we've got some stuff that's about to spoil, and we can let you have a whole train of it.\" He took the sack of credits and tossed it toward a drawer, uncounted. \"A damned good thing Security's sending a ship. Credits won't be worth much until they get this mess straightened out.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_19": "\"Ever see starvation?\" Gordon asked, wishing again someone else who'd felt it could carry the message. He told about a man who'd committed suicide for his kids, not stopping as Praeger's face sickened slowly. \"Hell, who wouldn't loot your trains if that's going on?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"All right, if Mother Corey'll back up this volunteer police group. I've got kids of my own.... Look, you want food, we want to ship. Get your cops to give us an escort for every shipment through to the dome, and we'll drop off one car out of four for the outlands.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon sat back weakly. \"Done!\" he said. \"Provided the first shipment carries the most we can get for the credits I brought.\"", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_9": "\u201cOh! madame,\u201d said Fouquet, whose face was for a moment lighted up by a sudden gleam of joy, \u201cyou are indeed an angel, and no man can suspect you. All he can do is to humble himself before you and entreat forgiveness.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYour forgiveness is granted, then,\u201d<|Q|> said the marquise. Fouquet was about to throw himself upon his knees. \u201cNo, no,\u201d she said, \u201csit here by my side. Ah! that is an evil thought which has just crossed your mind.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow do you detect it, madame?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_8": "[Illustration]\n\nAmos put his hand over his mouth to stifle some sound that broke through in spite of him. Ned gave him a reproving glance. <|Q|>\"Or else, me innards is ruint by that galley cook of ours.\"<|Q|> He sighed and nodded in reminiscent sorrow. \"Ah, sweet Boozer, were you to sample but a spoonful of what us pore sailors must face week after week, and month after month, and us on the high seas -- you bein' such a delikit cook, so to speak -- your heart's blood would curdle on the instant, that it would, by my cap and buttons!\"\n\nTears of pity streamed down Becky Boozer's face, and pulling out a bandanna handkerchief from her apron pocket she blew her nose with a honk that would have blown a less sturdy man than Ned Cilley off his chair.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_21": "Gordon sat back weakly. \"Done!\" he said. \"Provided the first shipment carries the most we can get for the credits I brought.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"It will -- we've got some stuff that's about to spoil, and we can let you have a whole train of it.\"<|Q|> He took the sack of credits and tossed it toward a drawer, uncounted. \"A damned good thing Security's sending a ship. Credits won't be worth much until they get this mess straightened out.\"\n\nGordon felt the hair at the base of his neck tingle. \"What makes you think Security can do anything? They haven't shown a hand yet.\"", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_42": "\u201d returned the marquise, pointing out the coffer to the superintendent, and showing him, as she opened it, the bundles of notes and heaps of gold. Fouquet, who had risen from his seat at the same moment as Madame de Belliere, remained for a moment plunged in thought; then suddenly starting back, he turned pale, and sank down in his chair, concealing his face in his hands. \u201cMadame, madame,\u201d he murmured, \u201cwhat opinion can you have of me, when you make me such an offer?\u201d\n\n\u201cOf you!\u201d returned the marquise. <|Q|>\u201cTell me, rather, what you yourself think of the step I have taken.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou bring me this money for myself, and you bring it because you know me to be embarrassed. Nay, do not deny it, for I am sure of it. Can I not read your heart?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_12": "When everyone had finished at last and they had pushed back their chairs and looked about them again with dozy smiles, Chris remembered Mr. Wicker's request. He rose, not without difficulty.\n\n<|Q|>\"Mr. Wicker asked me to see him for a moment.\"<|Q|> He moved to the passageway. \"That was a superb supper, Becky. I'm stuffed.\"\n\nBecky looked around genuinely surprised. \"Why -- a mere mouthful, a taste, a tidbit, was all any of you had. See -- there's a pigeon or two left, and half a duck, and part of the beef pie -- why, you do but peck at your food, all of you, like poor birds!\" she insisted.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_24": "Gordon felt the hair at the base of his neck tingle. \"What makes you think Security can do anything? They haven't shown a hand yet.\"\n\n\"They will,\" Praeger said. <|Q|>\"You guys in Marsport feed yourselves so many lies you begin to believe them. But Security took Venus -- and I'm not worried here, in the long run. Don't ask me how.\"<|Q|>\n\nHis voice was a mixture of bitterness and an odd certainty. \"They set Security up as a nice little debating society, Gordon, to make it easy for North America to grab the planets by doing it through that Agency. Only they got better men on it than they wanted. So far, Security has played one nation against another enough to keep any from daring to swipe power on the planets. And this latest trick folded up, too. North America figured on Marsport folding up once they got a police war started, with a bunch of chiseling profiteers as their front; they expected the citizens to yell uncle all the way back to Earth. But out here, nobody thinks of Earth as a place to yell to for help, so they missed. And now Security's got Pan-Asia and United Africa balanced against North America, so the swipe won't work. We got the dope from our southern receiver. North America's called it all a mistaken emergency measure and turned it back to Security.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_28": "\"None. They never gave any real power, never will. The only strength Security's ever had comes from the fact that it always wins, somehow. Forget the crooks and crooked cops, man! Ask the people who've been getting kicked around about Security, and you'll find that even most of Marsport doesn't hate it! It's the only hope we've got of not having all the planets turned into colonial empires! You staying over, or want me to give you an engineer and drag car so you can ride back in comfort?\"\n\nGordon stared at the room, where almost everything was a product of the planet, at Praeger, and at the girl. Here was the real Mars -- the men who liked it here, who were sure of their future. <|Q|>\"I'll take the drag car.\"<|Q|>\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_74": "\u201cYes, my jewels, for which I care no longer if you do not love me, and for which, equally, I care no longer if you love me as I love you.\u201d\n\n\u201cThis is too much,\u201d exclaimed Fouquet. <|Q|>\u201cI yield, I yield, even were it only to consecrate so much devotion. I accept the dowry.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd take the woman with it,\u201d said the marquise, throwing herself into his arms.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_32": "She caught his stare and reddened slowly. \"I had to, Bruce. The Coop is full, and they needed rooms -- and I couldn't tell them that -- that -- \"\n\n\"Forget it,\" he told her. He dropped to his own side, with barely enough room to slide between the bed and the wall, and began dragging off his boots and uniform. She started up to help him, then jerked back, and turned her head away. <|Q|>\"Forget all you're thinking, Cuddles. I'm still not bothering unwilling women -- and I'll even close my eyes when you dress.\"<|Q|>\n\nShe sighed, and relaxed. There was a faint touch of humor in her voice then. \"They called it bundling once, I think. I -- Bruce, I know you don't like me, so I guess it isn't too hard for you. But -- sometimes ... Oh, damn it! Sometimes you're -- nice!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_33": "\"Forget it,\" he told her. He dropped to his own side, with barely enough room to slide between the bed and the wall, and began dragging off his boots and uniform. She started up to help him, then jerked back, and turned her head away. \"Forget all you're thinking, Cuddles. I'm still not bothering unwilling women -- and I'll even close my eyes when you dress.\"\n\nShe sighed, and relaxed. There was a faint touch of humor in her voice then. <|Q|>\"They called it bundling once, I think. I -- Bruce, I know you don't like me, so I guess it isn't too hard for you. But -- sometimes ... Oh, damn it! Sometimes you're -- nice!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Nice people don't get to Mars. They stay on Earth, being careful not to find out what it's like up here,\" he told her bitterly. For a second he hesitated, and then the account of the newsboy and his would-be killers came rushing out.", "Solo.5863.2033.tenyearslater_28_dumas_64kb_51": "Fouquet pressed his clenched hand upon his breast, heaving with emotion, saying: \u201coverwhelm me, madame, for I have nothing to reply.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI offered you my friendship, M. Fouquet.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, madame, and you limited yourself to that.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_18": "Chris looked more closely, touching nothing. His voice was bewildered. \"Well -- it seems to me I may have seen them before -- they sort of look familiar, but -- I couldn't be sure.\"\n\nHis master's voice was gentle. <|Q|>\"They are your twentieth-century clothes, my lad. The ones you wear in your own time. And deeply as it hurts me to say it, the moment has come for you to put them on.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris raised startled worried eyes to the dark penetrating ones watching him so quietly from the high-backed chair. \"Not yet? I don't have to go now, do I, sir?\" And as he saw insistence in Mr. Wicker's face he began to expostulate as a child does when it wants to retard its bedtime.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_5": "\"What's in it?\" Gordon asked, reaching for his helmet.\n\nThere was a surprised exchange of glances from the others, but Mother Corey chuckled. \"Heart like a steel trap, cobber,\" he said, almost approvingly. <|Q|>\"Well, you'll be earning your keep here -- yours and that granddaughter's, too. Here -- you'll need directions for finding Praeger.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe handed the paper with his scrawled notes on it over to Gordon and went shuffling back. Gordon stuck it into his pouch, and followed the three. Outside, they had a truck waiting; Rusty and Corey's two henchmen were busy loading it with ammunition from the cellar.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_36": "Gordon grunted. He'd almost forgotten about the tongueless Kid. For a second, his thoughts churned on. Then he got up and began putting on his uniform again. Sheila frowned, staring at him, and began sliding from her side, reaching for her robe. She followed him down the creaking stairs, and to the room where Schulberg, Mother Corey, and a few others were still arguing some detail.\n\nThey looked up, and he moved forward, dragging a badge from his pouch. He slapped it down on the table in front of them. <|Q|>\"I'm declaring myself in!\"<|Q|> he told them coldly. \"You know enough about Security badges to know they can't be forged. That one has my name on it, and rating as a Prime. Do you want to shoot me, or will you follow orders?\"\n\nRandolph picked it up, and fumbled in his pocket, drawing out a tiny badge and comparing them. He nodded. \"I lost connection years ago, Gordon. But this makes you my boss.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_37": "Gordon grunted. He'd almost forgotten about the tongueless Kid. For a second, his thoughts churned on. Then he got up and began putting on his uniform again. Sheila frowned, staring at him, and began sliding from her side, reaching for her robe. She followed him down the creaking stairs, and to the room where Schulberg, Mother Corey, and a few others were still arguing some detail.\n\nThey looked up, and he moved forward, dragging a badge from his pouch. He slapped it down on the table in front of them. \"I'm declaring myself in!\" he told them coldly. <|Q|>\"You know enough about Security badges to know they can't be forged. That one has my name on it, and rating as a Prime. Do you want to shoot me, or will you follow orders?\"<|Q|>\n\nRandolph picked it up, and fumbled in his pocket, drawing out a tiny badge and comparing them. He nodded. \"I lost connection years ago, Gordon. But this makes you my boss.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_38": "They looked up, and he moved forward, dragging a badge from his pouch. He slapped it down on the table in front of them. \"I'm declaring myself in!\" he told them coldly. \"You know enough about Security badges to know they can't be forged. That one has my name on it, and rating as a Prime. Do you want to shoot me, or will you follow orders?\"\n\nRandolph picked it up, and fumbled in his pocket, drawing out a tiny badge and comparing them. He nodded. <|Q|>\"I lost connection years ago, Gordon. But this makes you my boss.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Then give it all the publicity you can, and tell them Security has just declared war on the whole damned dome section! Mother, I want all the dope we found!\" With that -- about the only supply of any size left -- he could command unquestioning loyalty from every addict who hadn't already died from lack of it. Mother Corey nodded, instant understanding running over his puttylike face.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_40": "\"Then give it all the publicity you can, and tell them Security has just declared war on the whole damned dome section! Mother, I want all the dope we found!\" With that -- about the only supply of any size left -- he could command unquestioning loyalty from every addict who hadn't already died from lack of it. Mother Corey nodded, instant understanding running over his puttylike face.\n\nSchulberg shrugged. <|Q|>\"After your deal with Praeger, we'd probably follow you anyhow. I don't cotton to Security, Gordon -- but those devils in there are making our kids starve!\"<|Q|>\n\nMother Corey heaved his bulk up slowly, wheezing, and indicated his chair at the head of the table. But Gordon shook his head. He'd made his decision. His head was emptied for the moment, and he wanted nothing more than a chance to hit the bed and forget the whole business until morning.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_39": "Randolph picked it up, and fumbled in his pocket, drawing out a tiny badge and comparing them. He nodded. \"I lost connection years ago, Gordon. But this makes you my boss.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Then give it all the publicity you can, and tell them Security has just declared war on the whole damned dome section! Mother, I want all the dope we found!\"<|Q|> With that -- about the only supply of any size left -- he could command unquestioning loyalty from every addict who hadn't already died from lack of it. Mother Corey nodded, instant understanding running over his puttylike face.\n\nSchulberg shrugged. \"After your deal with Praeger, we'd probably follow you anyhow. I don't cotton to Security, Gordon -- but those devils in there are making our kids starve!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_42": "Mother Corey heaved his bulk up slowly, wheezing, and indicated his chair at the head of the table. But Gordon shook his head. He'd made his decision. His head was emptied for the moment, and he wanted nothing more than a chance to hit the bed and forget the whole business until morning.\n\nSheila was staring at him as he shucked off his outer clothes mechanically and crawled under the blanket. She let the robe fall to the floor and slid into the bed without taking her eyes off him. \"Is it true about Security sending a ship?\" she asked at last. He nodded, and her breath caught. <|Q|>\"What happens when they arrive, Bruce?\"<|Q|>\n\nShe was shivering. He rolled over and patted her shoulder. \"Who knows? Who cares? I'll see that they know you weren't guilty, though. Stop worrying about it.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_11": "\"We figure community kitchens can stretch things a bit more. And we give a half extra ration to the guys who can find anything useful to do. We got enough so most people won't starve to death for another week, I guess. But you'd better get Praeger to send something, Gordon. Here, here's the scratch we scraped up.\"\n\nHe passed over a bag filled with a collection of small bills and coins. \"We can trust you, I guess,\" he said dully. <|Q|>\"Remember you with Murdoch, anyhow. And you can tell Praeger we got plenty of men looking for work, in case he can use 'em.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe pulled up to shout a report through the big Marspeaker as they passed the old building Murdoch had used as a precinct house. It now had a crude sign proclaiming it voluntary police HQ and outland government center. Then he went on until they came to a spur of the little electric monorail system, with three abandoned service engines parked at the end.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_43": "Sheila was staring at him as he shucked off his outer clothes mechanically and crawled under the blanket. She let the robe fall to the floor and slid into the bed without taking her eyes off him. \"Is it true about Security sending a ship?\" she asked at last. He nodded, and her breath caught. \"What happens when they arrive, Bruce?\"\n\nShe was shivering. He rolled over and patted her shoulder. <|Q|>\"Who knows? Who cares? I'll see that they know you weren't guilty, though. Stop worrying about it.\"<|Q|>\n\nShe threw herself sideways, as far from him as she could get. Her voice was thick, muffled in the blanket. \"Damn you, Bruce Gordon. I should have killed you!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_2": "In due time a well-crated object was carefully hauled by cart to Mr. Wicker's back door and taken inside. The ship's carpenter had made a case to measurements given him without knowing what it was to hold, and when Chris saw it at last set in a corner of Mr. Wicker's well-remembered study, he knew a lightness of mind he had not had since first he had been told of the Jewel Tree and his long journey.\n\nThere were long hours of talk with Mr. Wicker before the fire, telling him of every detail. Mr. Wicker's fine dark head nodded from time to time, interspersing Chris's account with an occasional \"Quite so -- you did perfectly right,\" or, <|Q|>\"Indeed? I did not see that too clearly, and so I was not sure.\"<|Q|> At last all was told; every tale unfolded.\n\nThen Mr. Wicker rose, smiling at Chris. \"Go have your supper lad, and come back. I have some other things to say.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_16": "Inside, there was evidence of food, and a rather pretty girl brought out another platter and set it before Gordon. He ate while they exchanged uncertain, rambling information; finally, he got down to his errand.\n\nPraeger seemed to read his mind. <|Q|>\"I can get the stuff sent, Gordon. I'm head of the shipping committee for this quadrant. But why in hell should I? The last time, every car was looted in Outer Marsport. If they won't let us get the oil and chemicals we need, why should we feed them?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Ever see starvation?\" Gordon asked, wishing again someone else who'd felt it could carry the message. He told about a man who'd committed suicide for his kids, not stopping as Praeger's face sickened slowly. \"Hell, who wouldn't loot your trains if that's going on?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_17": "Praeger seemed to read his mind. \"I can get the stuff sent, Gordon. I'm head of the shipping committee for this quadrant. But why in hell should I? The last time, every car was looted in Outer Marsport. If they won't let us get the oil and chemicals we need, why should we feed them?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Ever see starvation?\"<|Q|> Gordon asked, wishing again someone else who'd felt it could carry the message. He told about a man who'd committed suicide for his kids, not stopping as Praeger's face sickened slowly. \"Hell, who wouldn't loot your trains if that's going on?\"\n\n\"All right, if Mother Corey'll back up this volunteer police group. I've got kids of my own.... Look, you want food, we want to ship. Get your cops to give us an escort for every shipment through to the dome, and we'll drop off one car out of four for the outlands.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_4": "The candlelit kitchen, the blazing hearth, the hissing spit on which wood pigeons roasted; the steaming pots where savory things were cooking; Amos laughing and chattering and swinging his legs from the cane-bottomed chair; Becky Boozer alternating between bursts of happy song and jokes directed at Amos or Ned Cilley, everything seemed beautiful to Chris and the room the gayest he had ever known. Yet he was conscious of a heavy feeling inside himself in spite of the laughter and the talk, and sat quietly staring at the rosy firelight that flowed up Becky's white apron and starched fichu to her hot, flushed face and kind blue eyes. The reflection of the sparks went even higher to gild the twenty-four roses and twelve waving black plumes, and when they passed on, found a kindred spark in the large contented eyes of his friend Amos. Ned Cilley was going through the usual formula of pretending that he should not stay to supper, and that even if he did, he had no appetite at all.\n\n<|Q|>\"Ah now, Master Cilley,\"<|Q|> coaxed Becky, her hands on her hips and the soup ladle she still held standing out at right angles, \"you will fade away into a wraith, my good man, so you will! Do you not eat a morsel nor a mouthful, and die in the night, how shall I bear to live with my conscience thereafter, tell me that?\"\n\nNed Cilley, seated at the table near the Water Street windows, his legs sprawled out and his rough hands folded over his round little paunch, twiddled his thumbs and wagged his head in a doleful manner, drawing the corners of his mouth down, though it was plain that this was an effort.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_5": "The candlelit kitchen, the blazing hearth, the hissing spit on which wood pigeons roasted; the steaming pots where savory things were cooking; Amos laughing and chattering and swinging his legs from the cane-bottomed chair; Becky Boozer alternating between bursts of happy song and jokes directed at Amos or Ned Cilley, everything seemed beautiful to Chris and the room the gayest he had ever known. Yet he was conscious of a heavy feeling inside himself in spite of the laughter and the talk, and sat quietly staring at the rosy firelight that flowed up Becky's white apron and starched fichu to her hot, flushed face and kind blue eyes. The reflection of the sparks went even higher to gild the twenty-four roses and twelve waving black plumes, and when they passed on, found a kindred spark in the large contented eyes of his friend Amos. Ned Cilley was going through the usual formula of pretending that he should not stay to supper, and that even if he did, he had no appetite at all.\n\n\"Ah now, Master Cilley,\" coaxed Becky, her hands on her hips and the soup ladle she still held standing out at right angles, <|Q|>\"you will fade away into a wraith, my good man, so you will! Do you not eat a morsel nor a mouthful, and die in the night, how shall I bear to live with my conscience thereafter, tell me that?\"<|Q|>\n\nNed Cilley, seated at the table near the Water Street windows, his legs sprawled out and his rough hands folded over his round little paunch, twiddled his thumbs and wagged his head in a doleful manner, drawing the corners of his mouth down, though it was plain that this was an effort.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_7": "Ned Cilley, seated at the table near the Water Street windows, his legs sprawled out and his rough hands folded over his round little paunch, twiddled his thumbs and wagged his head in a doleful manner, drawing the corners of his mouth down, though it was plain that this was an effort.\n\n\"Eh, lack-a-day!\" he sighed. <|Q|>\"The life of a sailor, 'tis that hard -- is't not, me boys?\"<|Q|> He wagged his head again. \"The vittles is hard on a stummick as delikit nor what mine be -- \"\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_6": "Ned Cilley, seated at the table near the Water Street windows, his legs sprawled out and his rough hands folded over his round little paunch, twiddled his thumbs and wagged his head in a doleful manner, drawing the corners of his mouth down, though it was plain that this was an effort.\n\n<|Q|>\"Eh, lack-a-day!\"<|Q|> he sighed. \"The life of a sailor, 'tis that hard -- is't not, me boys?\" He wagged his head again. \"The vittles is hard on a stummick as delikit nor what mine be -- \"\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_0": "An excited happiness shook him as the Mirabelle was eased to the wharfside, and at last, after dangers and adventures beyond his imagining, Chris not only knew that he was home again, but saw a familiar black-dressed figure and a plump woman in a monstrous hat, waiting for him to disembark.\n\nWhat a day that was! The greetings and handshakings; the enveloping hug for Chris and Amos from Becky Boozer, her eyes filled with happy tears and her bonnet trembling with agitation. Her roguish glances and coy giggles flew out like a flock of doves at the sight of swaggering Ned Cilley, who came down the gangplank carrying a macaw in a cage for <|Q|>\"Mistress Boozer,\"<|Q|> and hustled her behind some bales to kiss her warmly. But most of all and best of the day, that first look from Mr. Wicker that spoke more than any gesture or carefully chosen words could have done. He had no need to speak. Chris could see the pride and pleasure shining in his face, and Mr. Wicker, so solitary all his life, could see in the boy's eyes an affection his own son might have shown him.\n\nIn due time a well-crated object was carefully hauled by cart to Mr. Wicker's back door and taken inside. The ship's carpenter had made a case to measurements given him without knowing what it was to hold, and when Chris saw it at last set in a corner of Mr. Wicker's well-remembered study, he knew a lightness of mind he had not had since first he had been told of the Jewel Tree and his long journey.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_23": "\"It will -- we've got some stuff that's about to spoil, and we can let you have a whole train of it.\" He took the sack of credits and tossed it toward a drawer, uncounted. \"A damned good thing Security's sending a ship. Credits won't be worth much until they get this mess straightened out.\"\n\nGordon felt the hair at the base of his neck tingle. <|Q|>\"What makes you think Security can do anything? They haven't shown a hand yet.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"They will,\" Praeger said. \"You guys in Marsport feed yourselves so many lies you begin to believe them. But Security took Venus -- and I'm not worried here, in the long run. Don't ask me how.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_9": "[Illustration]\n\nAmos put his hand over his mouth to stifle some sound that broke through in spite of him. Ned gave him a reproving glance. \"Or else, me innards is ruint by that galley cook of ours.\" He sighed and nodded in reminiscent sorrow. <|Q|>\"Ah, sweet Boozer, were you to sample but a spoonful of what us pore sailors must face week after week, and month after month, and us on the high seas -- you bein' such a delikit cook, so to speak -- your heart's blood would curdle on the instant, that it would, by my cap and buttons!\"<|Q|>\n\nTears of pity streamed down Becky Boozer's face, and pulling out a bandanna handkerchief from her apron pocket she blew her nose with a honk that would have blown a less sturdy man than Ned Cilley off his chair.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_30": "\"Doing what?\" Gordon asked.\n\nRandolph grinned crookedly. <|Q|>\"Running Outer Marsport. The Mother's the only man everybody knows, I guess -- and his word has never been broken that anyone can remember. So he's helping Schulberg make agreements with the sections the volunteers don't handle. Place is lousy with people now. Heard about Mayor Wayne?\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon shook his head, not caring, but the man went on. \"He must have had his supply of drugs lifted somehow. He holed up one day, until it really hit him that he couldn't get any more. Then he went gunning for Trench, with some idea Trench had swiped the stuff -- so Trench is now running the Municipals. And I hear the gangs are just about in control of both sections, lately.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_10": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"Deary me, the saints preserve and defend us!\"<|Q|> she cried. \"I must do all in my poor weak woman's power to tempt you as best I may. Draw up, lads, for here it comes!\" she announced without ceremony, and the three watching her needed no second invitation.\n\nThen such a feast as was heaped upon their plates and crowded on the table. Steaming vegetable soup, roast pigeons, roasted ducks, several boiled fowl with wild rice, a cold beef pie, several kinds of cheese, tarts and pies, jams and preserves. A blissful silence fell over the cheerful room and Becky Boozer stood back to survey the two busy boys and engrossed silent man. Silent if one can call Ned Cilley's champing jaws, smacking lips, great sighs after a draught of ale, or loud appreciative belches a silent meal.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_11": "[Illustration]\n\n\"Deary me, the saints preserve and defend us!\" she cried. <|Q|>\"I must do all in my poor weak woman's power to tempt you as best I may. Draw up, lads, for here it comes!\"<|Q|> she announced without ceremony, and the three watching her needed no second invitation.\n\nThen such a feast as was heaped upon their plates and crowded on the table. Steaming vegetable soup, roast pigeons, roasted ducks, several boiled fowl with wild rice, a cold beef pie, several kinds of cheese, tarts and pies, jams and preserves. A blissful silence fell over the cheerful room and Becky Boozer stood back to survey the two busy boys and engrossed silent man. Silent if one can call Ned Cilley's champing jaws, smacking lips, great sighs after a draught of ale, or loud appreciative belches a silent meal.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_10": "Looking about, Chris soon spied Ned Cilley, on deck lounging against the side of the ship and smoking his pipe. Master Cilley's eyes lit up as he saw his friends, and hurrying down the gangplank, shook them by the hand as warmly as if he had not seen them for a month, instead of just the night before when he had shared with them what Becky termed, \"a taste, a mere spoonful\" of supper.\n\n\"Eh well, lookee here!\" he exclaimed, delighted. <|Q|>\"Chris and Amos, by me soul!\"<|Q|> Ned Cilley beamed on them and leaned back on his heels for a better view. \"Lookin' about, lads? Eh, that's the way. Is she not the finest ship that ever ye did rest your eyes on?\"\n\nThe boys were agreeing enthusiastically when a remarkable couple came into sight, pacing the decks of the Mirabelle. Soon the watchers were given a better look, for the two men came down the gangplank to examine cases that had been brought to the dock for loading, and Chris and Amos were hard put to it not to laugh out loud at the comical pair.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_15": "Chris laughed. Ned Cilley, picking his teeth with his habitual ship's nail, was already falling asleep, and Amos, his head on one hand, propped himself up amid a jumble of empty plates. Peacefulness and content lay everywhere in the room, warm as the firelight and as pervasive.\n\nChris turned. <|Q|>\"Anyhow, thanks again. I'll be back,\"<|Q|> and he went along to knock at Mr. Wicker's door.\n\nInside, the ruby damask curtains were drawn close across the windows, for it was nearly dark, and the fire here too was as red as the rose that was the joy of a princess of China. Chris closed the door behind him, looking around with a smile at the familiar walls and objects he had missed and dreamed of, many a time, the table with its flowers in a fine China bowl, the desk between the windows with the long-feathered quill pens and the papers marked by Mr. Wicker's meticulous hand, the carved cupboard at the end of the room, and the Indian rug of many colors under his feet. Last of all he brought his look back to Mr. Wicker, sitting in the winged leather chair.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_16": "Inside, the ruby damask curtains were drawn close across the windows, for it was nearly dark, and the fire here too was as red as the rose that was the joy of a princess of China. Chris closed the door behind him, looking around with a smile at the familiar walls and objects he had missed and dreamed of, many a time, the table with its flowers in a fine China bowl, the desk between the windows with the long-feathered quill pens and the papers marked by Mr. Wicker's meticulous hand, the carved cupboard at the end of the room, and the Indian rug of many colors under his feet. Last of all he brought his look back to Mr. Wicker, sitting in the winged leather chair.\n\nMr. Wicker had a strange expression on his face. He was smiling but at the same time he looked sad. And for the first time Chris saw some curious-looking garments folded neatly on a stool before the fire. Mr. Wicker, watching him as he gazed about, saw the question in his eyes. <|Q|>\"Do you not recognise these things, Christopher?\"<|Q|> he asked.\n\nChris looked more closely, touching nothing. His voice was bewildered. \"Well -- it seems to me I may have seen them before -- they sort of look familiar, but -- I couldn't be sure.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_13": "\"Who in the world are they?\" Chris asked of Cilley as they drew near. Cilley looked scandalized at Chris's impertinence in finding them in any way droll.\n\n<|Q|>\"Them? Why, bless me cap and buttons! That-there's the captain of the Mirabelle no less, and his first mate. Captain Ezekial Blizzard, he is, and Mr. Elisha Finney,\"<|Q|> Ned Cilley told them, watching the earnest conversation of the pair with evident affection.\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_14": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"Blizzard and Finney, that's them,\"<|Q|> he said. \"And a better captain and first mate is not come by in the whole land, I shall warrant you. He may look too plump for his own good,\" Master Cilley went on, lowering his voice and bending down to be on a level with Chris and Amos, \"but believe me, there's no sounder captain afloat. They all know it hereabouts, for Ezekial Blizzard knows the Chiny Seas better than the sight of his own feet, make no mistake about it. As to Elisha Finney, he's glum, I don't deny, but faithful! That's true of the two of them -- whatever they can do for Mr. Wicker is law for Ezekial Blizzard and Elisha Finney. They swear by Mr. Wicker, so they do", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_15_delray_64kb_4": "\"What's in it?\" Gordon asked, reaching for his helmet.\n\nThere was a surprised exchange of glances from the others, but Mother Corey chuckled. <|Q|>\"Heart like a steel trap, cobber,\"<|Q|> he said, almost approvingly. \"Well, you'll be earning your keep here -- yours and that granddaughter's, too. Here -- you'll need directions for finding Praeger.\"\n\nHe handed the paper with his scrawled notes on it over to Gordon and went shuffling back. Gordon stuck it into his pouch, and followed the three. Outside, they had a truck waiting; Rusty and Corey's two henchmen were busy loading it with ammunition from the cellar.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_19": "His master's voice was gentle. \"They are your twentieth-century clothes, my lad. The ones you wear in your own time. And deeply as it hurts me to say it, the moment has come for you to put them on.\"\n\nChris raised startled worried eyes to the dark penetrating ones watching him so quietly from the high-backed chair. <|Q|>\"Not yet? I don't have to go now, do I, sir?\"<|Q|> And as he saw insistence in Mr. Wicker's face he began to expostulate as a child does when it wants to retard its bedtime.\n\n\"But I've scarcely got back -- I mean, here. And we've only had one talk -- I'm sure there'll be other things I've forgotten to say that you should know -- \"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_18": "\"but believe me, there's no sounder captain afloat. They all know it hereabouts, for Ezekial Blizzard knows the Chiny Seas better than the sight of his own feet, make no mistake about it. As to Elisha Finney, he's glum, I don't deny, but faithful! That's true of the two of them -- whatever they can do for Mr. Wicker is law for Ezekial Blizzard and Elisha Finney. They swear by Mr. Wicker, so they do,\" Ned said, wagging his head with the certainty of it. \"Mr. Finney's kind, too,\" Ned went on, <|Q|>\"though he don't look it, bless me cap and boots! He's tenderhearted as a bird, under that gloom, is Finney.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Could we go on board the ship?\" Chris asked, when the Captain and Mr. Finney had moved off to the far end of the wharf.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_22": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"It has to be,\"<|Q|> said Mr. Wicker.\n\nWithout a word, Chris took the folded clothes that seemed so unfamiliar off the stool and dressed behind the other leather chair, his lower lip trembling. Mechanically, as boys will, he shifted everything from his pockets to those of the trousers he had just put on. With careful slow gestures he folded up the knee breeches, the full-sleeved shirt, the long white hose and silver buckled shoes, the flare-backed jacket last of all, and put them where his clothes had been.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_21": "\"And -- and -- I didn't say good-bye to Captain Blizzard or Mr. Finney. They were wonderful to me, really they were! And\" -- his voice suddenly became very small and high, disappearing to a whisper at the end -- \"and Becky and Ned and dear Amos -- \"\n\nHe stood there against the door, swallowing hard with his head down, his stomach and his throat a mass of hateful knots and the whole of him swamped with unhappiness. Mr. Wicker had never moved, his elbows on the arms of his chair, and his folded hands just touching his chin. At last Chris whispered: <|Q|>\"Does it have to be?\"<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_23": "Then, seeing Chris's crestfallen face, Cilley clapped him so heartily on the back that the boy staggered forward a pace or two.\n\n\"Come now! Cheer up!\" Ned cried. <|Q|>\"Come meet some of the crew!\"<|Q|> he invited, and taking Chris and Amos's arms, drew them towards a group of seamen.\n\nChris looked quickly around at the faces of the men, for these, he secretly knew, were to be his companions on a long sea journey soon to start. With a deep sense of relief he found that he liked them all. All, perhaps, but one. Then he gave his attention to Ned Cilley, who with a flourish was making the introductions.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_22": "Then, seeing Chris's crestfallen face, Cilley clapped him so heartily on the back that the boy staggered forward a pace or two.\n\n<|Q|>\"Come now! Cheer up!\"<|Q|> Ned cried. \"Come meet some of the crew!\" he invited, and taking Chris and Amos's arms, drew them towards a group of seamen.\n\nChris looked quickly around at the faces of the men, for these, he secretly knew, were to be his companions on a long sea journey soon to start. With a deep sense of relief he found that he liked them all. All, perhaps, but one. Then he gave his attention to Ned Cilley, who with a flourish was making the introductions.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_25": "[Illustration]\n\n\"More than that,\" Mr. Wicker said, putting the pouch in his pocket, <|Q|>\"I shall have to take everything from you that you have gained here, Christopher.\"<|Q|> He paused. \"All but one thing which you may choose and keep -- one ability.\" He waited. \"Choose well.\"\n\nChris looked up at the man he admired and respected and had grown to love, and pondered deeply.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_26": "[Illustration]\n\n\"More than that,\" Mr. Wicker said, putting the pouch in his pocket, \"I shall have to take everything from you that you have gained here, Christopher.\" He paused. <|Q|>\"All but one thing which you may choose and keep -- one ability.\"<|Q|> He waited. \"Choose well.\"\n\nChris looked up at the man he admired and respected and had grown to love, and pondered deeply.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_27": "Or change himself in other shapes? So useful. He hesitated.\n\n<|Q|>\"I'd like to be able to come back, sir,\"<|Q|> he said, and his growing grief at those he must leave prevented him from saying anything else. Mr. Wicker's face broke into a radiant smile and he held out his firm hand.\n\n\"So you shall, Christopher, so you shall! And you shall remember it all, I promise you. That too, you can have.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_28": "\"I'd like to be able to come back, sir,\" he said, and his growing grief at those he must leave prevented him from saying anything else. Mr. Wicker's face broke into a radiant smile and he held out his firm hand.\n\n<|Q|>\"So you shall, Christopher, so you shall! And you shall remember it all, I promise you. That too, you can have.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe stepped forward and put his hands on the boy's shoulders. His eyes were deeply sad although his lips still smiled.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_29": "He stepped forward and put his hands on the boy's shoulders. His eyes were deeply sad although his lips still smiled.\n\n\"And now,\" said Mr. Wicker, <|Q|>\"good soldier that you are for General Washington and for your country, all that you learned must leave you and remain with me.\"<|Q|>\n\nMr. Wicker put his hand briefly on Chris's head, let it slip to cover his eyes -- so lightly it was scarcely felt -- and then to cover his mouth. Chris waited, but he felt no different.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_1": "For some time Chris and Amos stood watching the men carrying out bales or kegs on their shoulders. When one part of the cargo had been assembled on the dock, an auction was held forthwith to sell it off at once to the highest bidder.\n\nListening and looking, Chris saw bolts of silk, hardware, china, wines and liquors, needles and pins -- all manner of things auctioned and sold. The ship, American-owned, had come from England, and Chris overheard one man say to another: <|Q|>\"See there, the thin man. That be Mr. Mason's agent. I heard he's here to buy the ballast bricks for his master's plantation on the island.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris, not understanding, asked, \"Ballast bricks? Please sir, what's that?\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_1": "Basque addressed Jean Valjean without waiting for the latter to approach him:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur le Baron has charged me to inquire whether monsieur desires to go upstairs or to remain below?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI will remain below,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_2": "Listening and looking, Chris saw bolts of silk, hardware, china, wines and liquors, needles and pins -- all manner of things auctioned and sold. The ship, American-owned, had come from England, and Chris overheard one man say to another: \"See there, the thin man. That be Mr. Mason's agent. I heard he's here to buy the ballast bricks for his master's plantation on the island.\"\n\nChris, not understanding, asked, <|Q|>\"Ballast bricks? Please sir, what's that?\"<|Q|>\n\nThe men, astounded to be interrupted by a boy, and looking down to see two, each with an apple in his hands, turned around, and after a moment's scrutiny, answered.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_3": "The men, astounded to be interrupted by a boy, and looking down to see two, each with an apple in his hands, turned around, and after a moment's scrutiny, answered.\n\n<|Q|>\"Ballast bricks? Why, anyone knows that these are the bricks brought over in the hold, my lad, should there not be sufficient cargo, both to make ballast for the vessel and to sell once here. English bricks are cheaper than those we can make ourselves. Did you not know, young man,\"<|Q|> he said, frowning with disapproval, \"that our bricks for building houses have all come from British kilns?\"\n\n\"No sir, thank you sir,\" Chris said, and moved away, not in the least abashed.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_4": "The men, astounded to be interrupted by a boy, and looking down to see two, each with an apple in his hands, turned around, and after a moment's scrutiny, answered.\n\n\"Ballast bricks? Why, anyone knows that these are the bricks brought over in the hold, my lad, should there not be sufficient cargo, both to make ballast for the vessel and to sell once here. English bricks are cheaper than those we can make ourselves. Did you not know, young man,\" he said, frowning with disapproval, <|Q|>\"that our bricks for building houses have all come from British kilns?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No sir, thank you sir,\" Chris said, and moved away, not in the least abashed.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_0": "\"Where-all are we going in the first place?\" Amos asked.\n\nChris had long ago decided. <|Q|>\"We'll take a look at the Mirabelle,\"<|Q|> he said.\n\nWhile looking about him, Chris glanced more than once at Amos. The colored boy's brilliant foreign costume was very noticeable, his friend thought, but when no one paid any attention, Chris decided Amos's clothes were not unfamiliar to the seafaring men among whom they were walking.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_7": "\u201cYes, it is my wish.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI expected that reply. Good. I warn you that I am going to make a scene for you. Let us begin at the beginning. Embrace me, father.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd she offered him her cheek.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_7": "\"The Mirabelle!\" Chris cried, running forward, and sure enough, black and gold letters along her bow pronounced that indeed it was the Mirabelle.\n\n<|Q|>\"I'd know those lines anywhere!\"<|Q|> Chris said to Amos, and the two boys stood gazing at Mr. Wicker's ship.\n\nThe Mirabelle was a three-masted schooner of more than usually trim lines. Even at the dockside, the curve of her bow gave an instant vision of how the waves would curl back as she drove forward over the sea. At the waterline, a clear light green contrasted well with the white of her sides. Above decks, the size of the masts and neatly furled sails showed at a glance that the Mirabelle was hardy enough to weather many a storm, and also that her crew were able and well trained.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_8": "Jean Valjean remained motionless.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou do not stir. I take note of it. Attitude of guilt. But never mind, I pardon you. Jesus Christ said: Offer the other cheek. Here it is.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd she presented her other cheek.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_9": "Looking about, Chris soon spied Ned Cilley, on deck lounging against the side of the ship and smoking his pipe. Master Cilley's eyes lit up as he saw his friends, and hurrying down the gangplank, shook them by the hand as warmly as if he had not seen them for a month, instead of just the night before when he had shared with them what Becky termed, \"a taste, a mere spoonful\" of supper.\n\n<|Q|>\"Eh well, lookee here!\"<|Q|> he exclaimed, delighted. \"Chris and Amos, by me soul!\" Ned Cilley beamed on them and leaned back on his heels for a better view. \"Lookin' about, lads? Eh, that's the way. Is she not the finest ship that ever ye did rest your eyes on?\"\n\nThe boys were agreeing enthusiastically when a remarkable couple came into sight, pacing the decks of the Mirabelle. Soon the watchers were given a better look, for the two men came down the gangplank to examine cases that had been brought to the dock for loading, and Chris and Amos were hard put to it not to laugh out loud at the comical pair.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_12": "This second person was twice again as tall as the plump little fellow beside him, and was as dour and thin as the other was cheery and fat. He seemed in a state of perpetual depression, and no amount of chuckles on the part of the plump gentleman could cause even a passing smile over the long sad face of the dour man.\n\n<|Q|>\"Who in the world are they?\"<|Q|> Chris asked of Cilley as they drew near. Cilley looked scandalized at Chris's impertinence in finding them in any way droll.\n\n\"Them? Why, bless me cap and buttons! That-there's the captain of the Mirabelle no less, and his first mate. Captain Ezekial Blizzard, he is, and Mr. Elisha Finney,\" Ned Cilley told them, watching the earnest conversation of the pair with evident affection.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_11": "Looking about, Chris soon spied Ned Cilley, on deck lounging against the side of the ship and smoking his pipe. Master Cilley's eyes lit up as he saw his friends, and hurrying down the gangplank, shook them by the hand as warmly as if he had not seen them for a month, instead of just the night before when he had shared with them what Becky termed, \"a taste, a mere spoonful\" of supper.\n\n\"Eh well, lookee here!\" he exclaimed, delighted. \"Chris and Amos, by me soul!\" Ned Cilley beamed on them and leaned back on his heels for a better view. <|Q|>\"Lookin' about, lads? Eh, that's the way. Is she not the finest ship that ever ye did rest your eyes on?\"<|Q|>\n\nThe boys were agreeing enthusiastically when a remarkable couple came into sight, pacing the decks of the Mirabelle. Soon the watchers were given a better look, for the two men came down the gangplank to examine cases that had been brought to the dock for loading, and Chris and Amos were hard put to it not to laugh out loud at the comical pair.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_13": "When everyone had finished at last and they had pushed back their chairs and looked about them again with dozy smiles, Chris remembered Mr. Wicker's request. He rose, not without difficulty.\n\n\"Mr. Wicker asked me to see him for a moment.\" He moved to the passageway. <|Q|>\"That was a superb supper, Becky. I'm stuffed.\"<|Q|>\n\nBecky looked around genuinely surprised. \"Why -- a mere mouthful, a taste, a tidbit, was all any of you had. See -- there's a pigeon or two left, and half a duck, and part of the beef pie -- why, you do but peck at your food, all of you, like poor birds!\" she insisted.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_13": "Jean Valjean caught himself up.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou know, madame, that I am peculiar, I have my freaks.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nCosette struck her tiny hands together.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_17": "Mr. Wicker had a strange expression on his face. He was smiling but at the same time he looked sad. And for the first time Chris saw some curious-looking garments folded neatly on a stool before the fire. Mr. Wicker, watching him as he gazed about, saw the question in his eyes. \"Do you not recognise these things, Christopher?\" he asked.\n\nChris looked more closely, touching nothing. His voice was bewildered. <|Q|>\"Well -- it seems to me I may have seen them before -- they sort of look familiar, but -- I couldn't be sure.\"<|Q|>\n\nHis master's voice was gentle. \"They are your twentieth-century clothes, my lad. The ones you wear in your own time. And deeply as it hurts me to say it, the moment has come for you to put them on.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_15": "[Illustration]\n\n\"Blizzard and Finney, that's them,\" he said. <|Q|>\"And a better captain and first mate is not come by in the whole land, I shall warrant you. He may look too plump for his own good,\"<|Q|> Master Cilley went on, lowering his voice and bending down to be on a level with Chris and Amos, \"but believe me, there's no sounder captain afloat. They all know it hereabouts, for Ezekial Blizzard knows the Chiny Seas better than the sight of his own feet, make no mistake about it. As to Elisha Finney, he's glum, I don't deny, but faithful! That's true of the two of them -- whatever they can do for Mr. Wicker is law for Ezekial Blizzard and Elisha Finney. They swear by Mr. Wicker, so they do", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_17": "\"but believe me, there's no sounder captain afloat. They all know it hereabouts, for Ezekial Blizzard knows the Chiny Seas better than the sight of his own feet, make no mistake about it. As to Elisha Finney, he's glum, I don't deny, but faithful! That's true of the two of them -- whatever they can do for Mr. Wicker is law for Ezekial Blizzard and Elisha Finney. They swear by Mr. Wicker, so they do,\" Ned said, wagging his head with the certainty of it. <|Q|>\"Mr. Finney's kind, too,\"<|Q|> Ned went on, \"though he don't look it, bless me cap and boots! He's tenderhearted as a bird, under that gloom, is Finney.\"\n\n\"Could we go on board the ship?\" Chris asked, when the Captain and Mr. Finney had moved off to the far end of the wharf.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_19": "\"but believe me, there's no sounder captain afloat. They all know it hereabouts, for Ezekial Blizzard knows the Chiny Seas better than the sight of his own feet, make no mistake about it. As to Elisha Finney, he's glum, I don't deny, but faithful! That's true of the two of them -- whatever they can do for Mr. Wicker is law for Ezekial Blizzard and Elisha Finney. They swear by Mr. Wicker, so they do,\" Ned said, wagging his head with the certainty of it. \"Mr. Finney's kind, too,\" Ned went on, \"though he don't look it, bless me cap and boots! He's tenderhearted as a bird, under that gloom, is Finney.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Could we go on board the ship?\"<|Q|> Chris asked, when the Captain and Mr. Finney had moved off to the far end of the wharf.\n\n\"No, me lad,\" Cilley answered gravely. \"'Tis better not. Wait till the master do present you proper to the Captain, for the Mirabelle is Captain Blizzard's castle, like. I would sooner ye were asked aboard by him.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_18": "\u201cWhat?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCall me \u2018Monsieur Jean.\u2019 \u2018Jean,\u2019 if you like.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou are no longer my father? I am no longer Cosette? \u2018Monsieur Jean\u2019? What does this mean? why, these are revolutions, aren\u2019t they? what has taken place? come, look me in the face. And you won\u2019t live with us! And you won\u2019t have my chamber! What have I done to you? Has anything happened?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_20": "\"Could we go on board the ship?\" Chris asked, when the Captain and Mr. Finney had moved off to the far end of the wharf.\n\n<|Q|>\"No, me lad,\"<|Q|> Cilley answered gravely. \"'Tis better not. Wait till the master do present you proper to the Captain, for the Mirabelle is Captain Blizzard's castle, like. I would sooner ye were asked aboard by him.\"\n\nThen, seeing Chris's crestfallen face, Cilley clapped him so heartily on the back that the boy staggered forward a pace or two.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_21": "\"Could we go on board the ship?\" Chris asked, when the Captain and Mr. Finney had moved off to the far end of the wharf.\n\n\"No, me lad,\" Cilley answered gravely. <|Q|>\"'Tis better not. Wait till the master do present you proper to the Captain, for the Mirabelle is Captain Blizzard's castle, like. I would sooner ye were asked aboard by him.\"<|Q|>\n\nThen, seeing Chris's crestfallen face, Cilley clapped him so heartily on the back that the boy staggered forward a pace or two.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_23": "Mr. Wicker then spoke, getting slowly to his feet and standing with his back to the fire.\n\n<|Q|>\"I am afraid I shall have to have the leather pouch, Christopher,\"<|Q|> he said, holding out his hand. Chris took it off and put it in the long, strong hand of the magician.\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_24": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"More than that,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker said, putting the pouch in his pocket, \"I shall have to take everything from you that you have gained here, Christopher.\" He paused. \"All but one thing which you may choose and keep -- one ability.\" He waited. \"Choose well.\"\n\nChris looked up at the man he admired and respected and had grown to love, and pondered deeply.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_23": "He smiled again with the same smile as before and added:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSince you are Madame Pontmercy, I certainly can be Monsieur Jean.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t understand anything about it. All this is idiotic. I shall ask permission of my husband for you to be \u2018Monsieur Jean.\u2019 I hope that he will not consent to it. You cause me a great deal of pain. One does have freaks, but one does not cause one\u2019s little Cosette grief. That is wrong. You have no right to be wicked, you who are so good.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_26": "A short, muscular, bowlegged man with a friendly grin, nodded his head at them and cut off a piece of black tobacco with his knife, stuffing it into his mouth, knife blade and all. Chris gave a shiver as the blade went in and came out and Bowie champed contentedly on his chew.\n\n<|Q|>\"This here's Elbert Jones,\"<|Q|> Cilley went on, \"and that one's Abner Cloud, and that one,\" pointed Ned, \"that one's Zachary Heigh.\"\n\nChris smiled and nodded, or shook hands, and Amos followed suit, but when they had reached Zachary, a tall young man of eighteen years or so, Zachary bent his handsome surly face and fumbled at his shoe. Chris stood there with his hand out, feeling the red blood surging angrily up his cheeks, and then he wondered who Zachary was looking at from the corner of his eye.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_26": "He loosed her hands.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou no longer need a father, you have a husband.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nCosette became angry.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_27": "A short, muscular, bowlegged man with a friendly grin, nodded his head at them and cut off a piece of black tobacco with his knife, stuffing it into his mouth, knife blade and all. Chris gave a shiver as the blade went in and came out and Bowie champed contentedly on his chew.\n\n\"This here's Elbert Jones,\" Cilley went on, <|Q|>\"and that one's Abner Cloud, and that one,\"<|Q|> pointed Ned, \"that one's Zachary Heigh.\"\n\nChris smiled and nodded, or shook hands, and Amos followed suit, but when they had reached Zachary, a tall young man of eighteen years or so, Zachary bent his handsome surly face and fumbled at his shoe. Chris stood there with his hand out, feeling the red blood surging angrily up his cheeks, and then he wondered who Zachary was looking at from the corner of his eye.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_28": "A short, muscular, bowlegged man with a friendly grin, nodded his head at them and cut off a piece of black tobacco with his knife, stuffing it into his mouth, knife blade and all. Chris gave a shiver as the blade went in and came out and Bowie champed contentedly on his chew.\n\n\"This here's Elbert Jones,\" Cilley went on, \"and that one's Abner Cloud, and that one,\" pointed Ned, <|Q|>\"that one's Zachary Heigh.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris smiled and nodded, or shook hands, and Amos followed suit, but when they had reached Zachary, a tall young man of eighteen years or so, Zachary bent his handsome surly face and fumbled at his shoe. Chris stood there with his hand out, feeling the red blood surging angrily up his cheeks, and then he wondered who Zachary was looking at from the corner of his eye.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_0": "CHAPTER I \u2014 THE LOWER CHAMBER\n\nOn the following day, at nightfall, Jean Valjean knocked at the carriage gate of the Gillenormand house. It was Basque who received him. Basque was in the courtyard at the appointed hour, as though he had received his orders. It sometimes happens that one says to a servant: <|Q|>\u201cYou will watch for Mr. So and So, when he arrives.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBasque addressed Jean Valjean without waiting for the latter to approach him:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_2": "\u201cMonsieur le Baron has charged me to inquire whether monsieur desires to go upstairs or to remain below?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI will remain below,\u201d<|Q|> replied Jean Valjean.\n\nBasque, who was perfectly respectful, opened the door of the waiting-room and said:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_3": "Basque, who was perfectly respectful, opened the door of the waiting-room and said:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI will go and inform Madame.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe room which Jean Valjean entered was a damp, vaulted room on the ground floor, which served as a cellar on occasion, which opened on the street, was paved with red squares and was badly lighted by a grated window.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_5": "He turned round. He gazed at her. She was adorably lovely. But what he was contemplating with that profound gaze was not her beauty but her soul.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d exclaimed Cosette, <|Q|>\u201cfather, I knew that you were peculiar, but I never should have expected this. What an idea! Marius told me that you wish me to receive you here.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, it is my wish.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_5": "\"Ballast bricks? Why, anyone knows that these are the bricks brought over in the hold, my lad, should there not be sufficient cargo, both to make ballast for the vessel and to sell once here. English bricks are cheaper than those we can make ourselves. Did you not know, young man,\" he said, frowning with disapproval, \"that our bricks for building houses have all come from British kilns?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No sir, thank you sir,\"<|Q|> Chris said, and moved away, not in the least abashed.\n\nHow I should have loved to have told him I didn't belong in this age anyway, and that in my time, we do make our own bricks! he chuckled to himself.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_4": "This chamber was not one of those which are harassed by the feather-duster, the pope\u2019s head brush, and the broom. The dust rested tranquilly there. Persecution of the spiders was not organized there. A fine web, which spread far and wide, and was very black and ornamented with dead flies, formed a wheel on one of the window-panes. The room, which was small and low-ceiled, was furnished with a heap of empty bottles piled up in one corner.\n\nThe wall, which was daubed with an ochre yellow wash, was scaling off in large flakes. At one end there was a chimney-piece painted in black with a narrow shelf. A fire was burning there; which indicated that Jean Valjean\u2019s reply: <|Q|>\u201cI will remain below,\u201d<|Q|> had been foreseen.\n\nTwo armchairs were placed at the two corners of the fireplace. Between the chairs an old bedside rug, which displayed more foundation thread than wool, had been spread by way of a carpet.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_35": "He remained for a moment without replying, then, with an inexpressible intonation, and speaking to himself, he murmured:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHer happiness was the object of my life. Now God may sign my dismissal. Cosette, thou art happy; my day is over.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh, you have said thou to me!\u201d exclaimed Cosette.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_6": "Further on, a ship being painted a dazzling white caught their eyes.\n\n<|Q|>\"The Mirabelle!\"<|Q|> Chris cried, running forward, and sure enough, black and gold letters along her bow pronounced that indeed it was the Mirabelle.\n\n\"I'd know those lines anywhere!\" Chris said to Amos, and the two boys stood gazing at Mr. Wicker's ship.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_8": "The Mirabelle was a three-masted schooner of more than usually trim lines. Even at the dockside, the curve of her bow gave an instant vision of how the waves would curl back as she drove forward over the sea. At the waterline, a clear light green contrasted well with the white of her sides. Above decks, the size of the masts and neatly furled sails showed at a glance that the Mirabelle was hardy enough to weather many a storm, and also that her crew were able and well trained.\n\nLooking about, Chris soon spied Ned Cilley, on deck lounging against the side of the ship and smoking his pipe. Master Cilley's eyes lit up as he saw his friends, and hurrying down the gangplank, shook them by the hand as warmly as if he had not seen them for a month, instead of just the night before when he had shared with them what Becky termed, <|Q|>\"a taste, a mere spoonful\"<|Q|> of supper.\n\n\"Eh well, lookee here!\" he exclaimed, delighted. \"Chris and Amos, by me soul!\" Ned Cilley beamed on them and leaned back on his heels for a better view. \"Lookin' about, lads? Eh, that's the way. Is she not the finest ship that ever ye did rest your eyes on?\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_40": "On the following day, at the same hour, Jean Valjean came.\n\nCosette asked him no questions, was no longer astonished, no longer exclaimed that she was cold, no longer spoke of the drawing-room, she avoided saying either \u201cfather\u201d or <|Q|>\u201cMonsieur Jean.\u201d<|Q|> She allowed herself to be addressed as you. She allowed herself to be called Madame. Only, her joy had undergone a certain diminution. She would have been sad, if sadness had been possible to her.\n\nIt is probable that she had had with Marius one of those conversations in which the beloved man says what he pleases, explains nothing, and satisfies the beloved woman. The curiosity of lovers does not extend very far beyond their own love.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_41": "The lower room had made a little toilet. Basque had suppressed the bottles, and Nicolette the spiders.\n\nAll the days which followed brought Jean Valjean at the same hour. He came every day, because he had not the strength to take Marius\u2019 words otherwise than literally. Marius arranged matters so as to be absent at the hours when Jean Valjean came. The house grew accustomed to the novel ways of M. Fauchelevent. Toussaint helped in this direction: <|Q|>\u201cMonsieur has always been like that,\u201d<|Q|> she repeated. The grandfather issued this decree: \u2014 \u201cHe\u2019s an original.\u201d And all was said. Moreover, at the age of ninety-six, no bond is any longer possible, all is merely juxtaposition; a newcomer is in the way. There is no longer any room; all habits are acquired. M. Fauchelevent, M. Tranchelevent, Father Gillenormand asked nothing better than to be relieved from \u201cthat gentleman.\u201d He added: \u2014 \u201cNothing is more common than those originals. They do all sorts of queer things. They have no reason. The Marquis de Canaples was still worse. He bought a palace that he might lodge in the garret. These are fantastic appearances that people affect.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_12": "Here Cosette lost ground a little. She ceased to command and passed to questioning.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut why? and you choose the ugliest chamber in the house in which to see me. It\u2019s horrible here.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThou knowest . . .\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_11": "\u201cI have dined.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat is not true. I will get M. Gillenormand to scold you. Grandfathers are made to reprimand fathers. Come. Go upstairs with me to the drawing-room. Immediately.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cImpossible.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_14": "\"Mr. Wicker asked me to see him for a moment.\" He moved to the passageway. \"That was a superb supper, Becky. I'm stuffed.\"\n\nBecky looked around genuinely surprised. <|Q|>\"Why -- a mere mouthful, a taste, a tidbit, was all any of you had. See -- there's a pigeon or two left, and half a duck, and part of the beef pie -- why, you do but peck at your food, all of you, like poor birds!\"<|Q|> she insisted.\n\nChris laughed. Ned Cilley, picking his teeth with his habitual ship's nail, was already falling asleep, and Amos, his head on one hand, propped himself up amid a jumble of empty plates. Peacefulness and content lay everywhere in the room, warm as the firelight and as pervasive.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_15": "Jean Valjean directed upon her that heartrending smile to which he occasionally had recourse:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou wished to be Madame. You are so.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNot for you, father.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_14": "Cosette struck her tiny hands together.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMadame! . . . You know! . . . more novelties! What is the meaning of this?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nJean Valjean directed upon her that heartrending smile to which he occasionally had recourse:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_16": "\u201cYou wished to be Madame. You are so.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot for you, father.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDo not call me father.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_1": "Winifred could not say a word, she was so overcome by the idea of her doll's unkindness; and Archie took Ethelinda by the waist and brought her near her royal mistress as he said: 'Now you'll see how artful she is; she's coming to ask you if she may go out. Listen. \"Please, Your Gracious Majesty, may I go out for a little while?\"'\n\n<|Q|>'This is even better than if I spoke myself,'<|Q|> Ethelinda thought; 'he can talk for me, and I do believe I'm going to be quite wicked presently.'\n\n'Am I to speak to her, Archie?' Winifred asked, feeling a little nervous.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_0": "'Don't you interrupt again, then. Now the real truth is that she'd like to be queen instead of you; she's ambitious, you know -- that's what's the matter with her. And so she's got it into her head that if you were only out of the way, I should ask her to be the next queen!'\n\nWinifred could not say a word, she was so overcome by the idea of her doll's unkindness; and Archie took Ethelinda by the waist and brought her near her royal mistress as he said: <|Q|>'Now you'll see how artful she is; she's coming to ask you if she may go out. Listen. \"Please, Your Gracious Majesty, may I go out for a little while?\"'<|Q|>\n\n'This is even better than if I spoke myself,' Ethelinda thought; 'he can talk for me, and I do believe I'm going to be quite wicked presently.'", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_20": "\u201cWell then?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cEverything is as usual.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy do you change your name?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_17": "\u201cNot for you, father.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo not call me father.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_22": "\u201cWhy do you change your name?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou have changed yours, surely.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe smiled again with the same smile as before and added:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_21": "\u201cEverything is as usual.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy do you change your name?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou have changed yours, surely.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_25": "Chris looked quickly around at the faces of the men, for these, he secretly knew, were to be his companions on a long sea journey soon to start. With a deep sense of relief he found that he liked them all. All, perhaps, but one. Then he gave his attention to Ned Cilley, who with a flourish was making the introductions.\n\n\"Me lads!\" he cried, \"Here are two likely young 'uns, living at the house of Mr. Wicker. Ye've heard me speak of them. Amos, here, on me right, and Chris, that's on me other side.\" He beamed at both and on the men confronting him. \"Now boys,\" he roared, <|Q|>\"this good man here is Bowie.\"<|Q|>\n\nA short, muscular, bowlegged man with a friendly grin, nodded his head at them and cut off a piece of black tobacco with his knife, stuffing it into his mouth, knife blade and all. Chris gave a shiver as the blade went in and came out and Bowie champed contentedly on his chew.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_25": "And she went on:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThis is what I call being good: being nice and coming and living here, \u2014 there are birds here as there are in the Rue Plumet, \u2014 living with us, quitting that hole of a Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9, not giving us riddles to guess, being like all the rest of the world, dining with us, breakfasting with us, being my father.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe loosed her hands.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_12_dawson_64kb_24": "Chris looked quickly around at the faces of the men, for these, he secretly knew, were to be his companions on a long sea journey soon to start. With a deep sense of relief he found that he liked them all. All, perhaps, but one. Then he gave his attention to Ned Cilley, who with a flourish was making the introductions.\n\n\"Me lads!\" he cried, <|Q|>\"Here are two likely young 'uns, living at the house of Mr. Wicker. Ye've heard me speak of them. Amos, here, on me right, and Chris, that's on me other side.\"<|Q|> He beamed at both and on the men confronting him. \"Now boys,\" he roared, \"this good man here is Bowie.\"\n\nA short, muscular, bowlegged man with a friendly grin, nodded his head at them and cut off a piece of black tobacco with his knife, stuffing it into his mouth, knife blade and all. Chris gave a shiver as the blade went in and came out and Bowie champed contentedly on his chew.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_9": "'Yes I do,' said Winifred.\n\n<|Q|>'Ah, but not in the game; nobody does. She goes to the apothecary's -- here's the apothecary.'<|Q|> And he caught hold of the jester, who thought helplessly, 'I'm being brought into it now; I wish he'd let me alone -- I don't like it!' 'Well, so she says, \"Oh, if you please, Mr. Apothecary, I want some arsenic to kill the royal blackbeetles with; not much -- a pound or two will be plenty.\" So he takes down a jar (here Archie got up and fetched a big bottle of citrate of magnesia from a cupboard),", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_27": "Cosette became angry.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI no longer need a father! One really does not know what to say to things like that, which are not common sense!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIf Toussaint were here,\u201d resumed Jean Valjean, like a person who is driven to seek authorities, and who clutches at every branch, \u201cshe would be the first to agree that it is true that I have always had ways of my own. There is nothing new in this. I always have loved my black corner.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_30": "\u201cBut it is cold here. One cannot see distinctly. It is abominable, that it is, to wish to be Monsieur Jean! I will not have you say \u2018you\u2019 to me.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cJust now, as I was coming hither,\u201d<|Q|> replied Jean Valjean, \u201cI saw a piece of furniture in the Rue Saint Louis. It was at a cabinet-maker\u2019s. If I were a pretty woman, I would treat myself to that bit of furniture. A very neat toilet table in the reigning style. What you call rosewood, I think. It is inlaid. The mirror is quite large. There are drawers. It is pretty.\u201d\n\n\u201cHou! the villainous bear!\u201d replied Cosette.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_29": "\u201cI no longer need a father! One really does not know what to say to things like that, which are not common sense!\u201d\n\n\u201cIf Toussaint were here,\u201d resumed Jean Valjean, like a person who is driven to seek authorities, and who clutches at every branch, <|Q|>\u201cshe would be the first to agree that it is true that I have always had ways of my own. There is nothing new in this. I always have loved my black corner.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut it is cold here. One cannot see distinctly. It is abominable, that it is, to wish to be Monsieur Jean! I will not have you say \u2018you\u2019 to me.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_32": "\u201cJust now, as I was coming hither,\u201d replied Jean Valjean, \u201cI saw a piece of furniture in the Rue Saint Louis. It was at a cabinet-maker\u2019s. If I were a pretty woman, I would treat myself to that bit of furniture. A very neat toilet table in the reigning style. What you call rosewood, I think. It is inlaid. The mirror is quite large. There are drawers. It is pretty.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHou! the villainous bear!\u201d<|Q|> replied Cosette.\n\nAnd with supreme grace, setting her teeth and drawing back her lips, she blew at Jean Valjean. She was a Grace copying a cat.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_13": "'I've bought some poison now,' thought Ethelinda, immensely delighted, 'I am a wicked doll! How convenient it is to have it all done for one like this! I do hope he's going to make me give Winifred some of that stuff, to get her out of the way, and have the romance all to our two selves.'\n\n<|Q|>'Now you and I,'<|Q|> Archie continued, 'haven't the least idea of all this. But one day, the Court jester ('I was an apothecary just now,' thought the jester; 'it's really very confusing!') -- the Court jester comes up, looking very grave, and sneaks of her. The reason of that is that he's angry with her because she never will have anything to do with him, and he says that he's seen her folding up a powder in paper and writing on it, and he thought I ought to be told about it.' ", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_33": "And with supreme grace, setting her teeth and drawing back her lips, she blew at Jean Valjean. She was a Grace copying a cat.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI am furious,\u201d<|Q|> she resumed. \u201cEver since yesterday, you have made me rage, all of you. I am greatly vexed. I don\u2019t understand. You do not defend me against Marius. Marius will not uphold me against you. I am all alone. I arrange a chamber prettily. If I could have put the good God there I would have done it. My chamber is left on my hands. My lodger sends me into bankruptcy. I order a nice little dinner of Nicolette. We will have nothing to do with your dinner, Madame. And my father Fauchelevent wants me to call him \u2018Monsieur Jean,\u2019 and to receive him in a frightful, old, ugly cellar, where the walls have beards, and where the crystal consists of empty bottles, and the curtains are of spiders\u2019 webs! You are singular, I admit, that is your style, but people who get married are granted a truce. You ought not to have begun being singular again instantly. So you are going to be perfectly contented in your abominable Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9. I was very desperate indeed there, that I was. What have you against me? You cause me a great deal of grief. Fi!\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_6": "\u201cWell,\u201d exclaimed Cosette, \u201cfather, I knew that you were peculiar, but I never should have expected this. What an idea! Marius told me that you wish me to receive you here.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, it is my wish.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI expected that reply. Good. I warn you that I am going to make a scene for you. Let us begin at the beginning. Embrace me, father.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_18": "m a king, and I've got a right to do it, and it's all for your sake, too -- so you can't say anything. Besides, it's the jester does it; I only look on. Well, and by-and-by,' said Archie, as he scribbled something laboriously on a piece of paper, 'by-and-by he finds this!'\n\nAnd with imposing gravity he handed Winifred a folded paper, on which she read with real terror and grief the alarming words -- <|Q|>'Poisin for the Queen!'<|Q|>\n\n'There, what do you think of that?' he asked triumphantly; 'looks bad, doesn't it?'", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_38": "\u201cWell?\u201d said Cosette.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI leave you, Madame, they are waiting for you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd, from the threshold, he added:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_37": "Jean Valjean, in bewilderment, strained her wildly to his breast. It almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThanks, father!\u201d<|Q|> said Cosette.\n\nThis enthusiastic impulse was on the point of becoming poignant for Jean Valjean. He gently removed Cosette\u2019s arms, and took his hat.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_20": "And with imposing gravity he handed Winifred a folded paper, on which she read with real terror and grief the alarming words -- 'Poisin for the Queen!'\n\n'There, what do you think of that?' he asked triumphantly; <|Q|>'looks bad, doesn't it?'<|Q|>\n\n'Perhaps,' suggested the Queen feebly, 'perhaps it was only in fun?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_22": "'Perhaps,' suggested the Queen feebly, 'perhaps it was only in fun?'\n\n<|Q|>'Fun -- there's not much fun about her! Now the guard'<|Q|> (here he used the bewildered jester once more) 'arrests her. Do you want to ask the prisoner any questions? -- you can if you like.'\n\n'You -- you didn't mean to poison me really, did you, Ethelinda dear?' said Winifred, who was taking it all very seriously, as she took most things. 'Archie, do make her say something!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_21": "'There, what do you think of that?' he asked triumphantly; 'looks bad, doesn't it?'\n\n'Perhaps,' suggested the Queen feebly, <|Q|>'perhaps it was only in fun?'<|Q|>\n\n'Fun -- there's not much fun about her! Now the guard' (here he used the bewildered jester once more) 'arrests her. Do you want to ask the prisoner any questions? -- you can if you like.'", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_43": "\u201cMonsieur has always been like that,\u201d she repeated. The grandfather issued this decree: \u2014 \u201cHe\u2019s an original.\u201d And all was said. Moreover, at the age of ninety-six, no bond is any longer possible, all is merely juxtaposition; a newcomer is in the way. There is no longer any room; all habits are acquired. M. Fauchelevent, M. Tranchelevent, Father Gillenormand asked nothing better than to be relieved from \u201cthat gentleman.\u201d He added: \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cNothing is more common than those originals. They do all sorts of queer things. They have no reason. The Marquis de Canaples was still worse. He bought a palace that he might lodge in the garret. These are fantastic appearances that people affect.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nNo one caught a glimpse of the sinister foundation. And moreover, who could have guessed such a thing? There are marshes of this description in India. The water seems extraordinary, inexplicable, rippling though there is no wind, and agitated where it should be calm. One gazes at the surface of these causeless ebullitions; one does not perceive the hydra which crawls on the bottom.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_9": "Jean Valjean did not move. It seemed as though his feet were nailed to the pavement.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThis is becoming serious,\u201d<|Q|> said Cosette. \u201cWhat have I done to you? I declare that I am perplexed. You owe me reparation. You will dine with us.\u201d\n\n\u201cI have dined.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_27": "'You -- you didn't mean to poison me really, did you, Ethelinda dear?' said Winifred, who was taking it all very seriously, as she took most things. 'Archie, do make her say something!'\n\n'Why can't you answer when the Queen asks you a question, eh?' demanded Archie. <|Q|>'No, she won't say a word; she'll only grin at you; you see she's quite hardened. There's only one thing that would make her confess,'<|Q|> he added cautiously, aware that he was on rather delicate ground, 'and that's the torture. I could make a beautiful rack, Winnie, if you didn't mind?'\n\n'Whatever she's done,' said the Queen, firmly, 'I'm not going to have her tortured! And I believe she's sorry inside and wants me to forgive her!'", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_45": "The address as thou disappeared, the you, the \u201cMadame,\u201d the \u201cMonsieur Jean,\u201d rendered him another person to Cosette. The care which he had himself taken to detach her from him was succeeding. She became more and more gay and less and less tender. Yet she still loved him sincerely, and he felt it.\n\nOne day she said to him suddenly: <|Q|>\u201cYou used to be my father, you are no longer my father, you were my uncle, you are no longer my uncle, you were Monsieur Fauchelevent, you are Jean. Who are you then? I don\u2019t like all this. If I did not know how good you are, I should be afraid of you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe still lived in the Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9, because he could not make up his mind to remove to a distance from the quarter where Cosette dwelt.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_46": "Little by little he acquired the habit of making his visits less brief. One would have said that he was taking advantage of the authorization of the days which were lengthening, he arrived earlier and departed later.\n\nOne day Cosette chanced to say \u201cfather\u201d to him. A flash of joy illuminated Jean Valjean\u2019s melancholy old countenance. He caught her up: \u201cSay Jean.\u201d \u2014 \u201cAh! truly,\u201d she replied with a burst of laughter, <|Q|>\u201cMonsieur Jean.\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 \u201cThat is right,\u201d said he. And he turned aside so that she might not see him wipe his eyes.\n\nCHAPTER III \u2014 THEY RECALL THE GARDEN OF THE RUE PLUMET", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_35_dawson_64kb_20": "He threw out his hands as if to grasp at something that might hold him there.\n\n<|Q|>\"And -- and -- I didn't say good-bye to Captain Blizzard or Mr. Finney. They were wonderful to me, really they were! And\"<|Q|> -- his voice suddenly became very small and high, disappearing to a whisper at the end -- \"and Becky and Ned and dear Amos -- \"\n\nHe stood there against the door, swallowing hard with his head down, his stomach and his throat a mass of hateful knots and the whole of him swamped with unhappiness. Mr. Wicker had never moved, his elbows on the arms of his chair, and his folded hands just touching his chin. At last Chris whispered: \"Does it have to be?\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_2": "Winifred could not say a word, she was so overcome by the idea of her doll's unkindness; and Archie took Ethelinda by the waist and brought her near her royal mistress as he said: 'Now you'll see how artful she is; she's coming to ask you if she may go out. Listen. \"Please, Your Gracious Majesty, may I go out for a little while?\"'\n\n'This is even better than if I spoke myself,' Ethelinda thought; <|Q|>'he can talk for me, and I do believe I'<|Q|>m going to be quite wicked presently.'\n\n'Am I to speak to her, Archie?' Winifred asked, feeling a little nervous.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_29": "'Why can't you answer when the Queen asks you a question, eh?' demanded Archie. 'No, she won't say a word; she'll only grin at you; you see she's quite hardened. There's only one thing that would make her confess,' he added cautiously, aware that he was on rather delicate ground, 'and that's the torture. I could make a beautiful rack, Winnie, if you didn't mind?'\n\n<|Q|>'Whatever she's done,'<|Q|> said the Queen, firmly, 'I'm not going to have her tortured! And I believe she's sorry inside and wants me to forgive her!'\n\n'Then why doesn't she say so?' said Archie. 'No, no, Winnie. Look here, this is a serious thing, you know; it won't do to pass it over; it's high treason, and she'll have to be tried.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_31": "'Whatever she's done,' said the Queen, firmly, 'I'm not going to have her tortured! And I believe she's sorry inside and wants me to forgive her!'\n\n'Then why doesn't she say so?' said Archie. <|Q|>'No, no, Winnie. Look here, this is a serious thing, you know; it won't do to pass it over; it's high treason, and she'll have to be tried.'<|Q|>\n\n'But I don't want her tried,' said Winifred.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_19": "\u201cCall me \u2018Monsieur Jean.\u2019 \u2018Jean,\u2019 if you like.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou are no longer my father? I am no longer Cosette? \u2018Monsieur Jean\u2019? What does this mean? why, these are revolutions, aren\u2019t they? what has taken place? come, look me in the face. And you won\u2019t live with us! And you won\u2019t have my chamber! What have I done to you? Has anything happened?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNothing.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_35": "'Oh, very well then; I had better go downstairs again and read. The best part was all coming, but if you don't care, I'm sure I don't!'\n\n'Little idiot!' thought Ethelinda angrily, <|Q|>'she'll spoil the whole thing; every heroine has to be tried!'<|Q|>\n\nBut Winnie gave in, as she usually did, to Archie. 'Well, then, she shall be tried if you really think she ought to be, Archie; it won't hurt her though, will it?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_5": "'Of course you are. Go on; don't be silly; give her leave.'\n\n<|Q|>'Certainly, Ethelinda, if you wish it,'<|Q|> replied Winifred, with a happy recollection of her mother's manner on somewhat similar occasions, 'but I should like you to be in to prayers.'\n\n'A maid of honour isn't the same as a housemaid, you know,' said Archie; 'but never mind -- she's off. You don't see where she goes, of course.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_8": "'Certainly, Ethelinda, if you wish it,' replied Winifred, with a happy recollection of her mother's manner on somewhat similar occasions, 'but I should like you to be in to prayers.'\n\n'A maid of honour isn't the same as a housemaid, you know,' said Archie; <|Q|>'but never mind -- she's off. You don't see where she goes, of course.'<|Q|>\n\n'Yes I do,' said Winifred.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_37": "But Winnie gave in, as she usually did, to Archie. 'Well, then, she shall be tried if you really think she ought to be, Archie; it won't hurt her though, will it?'\n\n<|Q|>'Of course it won't; it's all right. Now for the trial: here's the court, and here's a place for the judge'<|Q|> (he built it all up with books and bricks as he spoke); 'here's the dock -- stick Lady What's-her-name inside -- that's it. We must do without a jury, but I suppose we ought to have a judge; oh, this fellow will do for judge!'\n\nAnd he seized the jester and raised him to the Bench at once. The jester was more puzzled than ever. 'Now I'm a judge,' he thought, 'I shall have to try her; but ", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_28": "\u201cI no longer need a father! One really does not know what to say to things like that, which are not common sense!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIf Toussaint were here,\u201d<|Q|> resumed Jean Valjean, like a person who is driven to seek authorities, and who clutches at every branch, \u201cshe would be the first to agree that it is true that I have always had ways of my own. There is nothing new in this. I always have loved my black corner.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut it is cold here. One cannot see distinctly. It is abominable, that it is, to wish to be Monsieur Jean! I will not have you say \u2018you\u2019 to me.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_11": "' And he caught hold of the jester, who thought helplessly, 'I'm being brought into it now; I wish he'd let me alone -- I don't like it!' 'Well, so she says, \"Oh, if you please, Mr. Apothecary, I want some arsenic to kill the royal blackbeetles with; not much -- a pound or two will be plenty.\" So he takes down a jar (here Archie got up and fetched a big bottle of citrate of magnesia from a cupboard), 'and he weighs it out, and wraps it up, and gives it to her. And he says, \"You'll mind and be very careful with it, my lady. The dose is one pinch in a teaspoonful of treacle to each blackbeetle, the last thing at night; but it oughtn't to be left about in places.\" And so Lady Ethelinda takes it home and hides it.'\n\n<|Q|>'I've bought some poison now,'<|Q|> thought Ethelinda, immensely delighted, 'I am a wicked doll! How convenient it is to have it all done for one like this! I do hope he's going to make me give Winifred some of that stuff, to get her out of the way, and have the romance all to our two selves.'\n\n'Now you and I,' Archie continued, 'haven't the least idea of all this. But one day, the Court jester ('I was an apothecary just now,' thought the jester; 'it's really very confusing!') -- the Court jester comes up, looking very grave, and sneaks of her. The reason of that is that he's angry with her because she never will have anything to do with him, and he says that he's seen her folding up a powder in paper and writing on it, and he thought I ought to be told about it.' ", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_39": "' (he built it all up with books and bricks as he spoke); 'here's the dock -- stick Lady What's-her-name inside -- that's it. We must do without a jury, but I suppose we ought to have a judge; oh, this fellow will do for judge!'\n\nAnd he seized the jester and raised him to the Bench at once. The jester was more puzzled than ever. 'Now I'm a judge,' he thought, 'I shall have to try her; but I<|Q|>'m glad of it -- I'll let her off!'<|Q|>\n\nBut unluckily he very soon found that he had no voice at all in the matter, except what Archie chose to lend him.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_14": "'I've bought some poison now,' thought Ethelinda, immensely delighted, 'I am a wicked doll! How convenient it is to have it all done for one like this! I do hope he's going to make me give Winifred some of that stuff, to get her out of the way, and have the romance all to our two selves.'\n\n'Now you and I,' Archie continued, <|Q|>'haven't the least idea of all this. But one day, the Court jester ('<|Q|>I was an apothecary just now,' thought the jester; 'it's really very confusing!') -- the Court jester comes up, looking very grave, and sneaks of her. The reason of that is that he's angry with her because she never will have anything to do with him, and he says that he's seen her folding up a powder in paper and writing on it, and he thought I ought to be told about it.' ('This is awful,' thought the jester. 'What will Ethelinda think of me for telling tales? and what has come to Ethelinda? It's all that miserable Sausage-Glutton's doing -- and I can't help myself!')", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_41": "But unluckily he very soon found that he had no voice at all in the matter, except what Archie chose to lend him.\n\n'Oh, but Archie,' said Winifred, who was determined to defeat the ends of justice if she possibly could, <|Q|>'can a jester be a judge?'<|Q|>\n\n'Why not?' said Archie; 'judges make jokes sometimes -- I've heard papa say so, and he's a barrister, and ought to know.'", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_34": "And, becoming suddenly serious, she gazed intently at Jean Valjean and added:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAre you angry with me because I am happy?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIngenuousness sometimes unconsciously penetrates deep. This question, which was simple for Cosette, was profound for Jean Valjean. Cosette had meant to scratch, and she lacerated.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_16": "'Well, I'm very much surprised of course,' said Archie; 'any king would be -- but I wait, and one day, when she has gone out for a holiday, the jester and I go to her desk and break it open.'\n\n'Oh, Archie,' objected the poor little Queen in despair, <|Q|>'isn't that rather mean of you?'<|Q|>\n\n'Now look here, Winnie, I can't have this sort of thing every minute. For a gentleman, it might be rather mean, perhaps, but then I'm a king, and I've got a right to do it, and it's all for your sake, too -- so you can't say anything. Besides, it's the jester does it; I only look on. Well, and by-and-by,' said Archie, as he scribbled something laboriously on a piece of paper, 'by-and-by he finds this!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_17": "'Oh, Archie,' objected the poor little Queen in despair, 'isn't that rather mean of you?'\n\n<|Q|>'Now look here, Winnie, I can't have this sort of thing every minute. For a gentleman, it might be rather mean, perhaps, but then I'<|Q|>m a king, and I've got a right to do it, and it's all for your sake, too -- so you can't say anything. Besides, it's the jester does it; I only look on. Well, and by-and-by,' said Archie, as he scribbled something laboriously on a piece of paper, 'by-and-by he finds this!'\n\nAnd with imposing gravity he handed Winifred a folded paper, on which she read with real terror and grief the alarming words --", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_36": "\u201cHer happiness was the object of my life. Now God may sign my dismissal. Cosette, thou art happy; my day is over.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh, you have said thou to me!\u201d<|Q|> exclaimed Cosette.\n\nAnd she sprang to his neck.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_19": "And with imposing gravity he handed Winifred a folded paper, on which she read with real terror and grief the alarming words -- 'Poisin for the Queen!'\n\n<|Q|>'There, what do you think of that?'<|Q|> he asked triumphantly; 'looks bad, doesn't it?'\n\n'Perhaps,' suggested the Queen feebly, 'perhaps it was only in fun?'", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_39": "And, from the threshold, he added:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have said thou to you. Tell your husband that this shall not happen again. Pardon me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nJean Valjean quitted the room, leaving Cosette stupefied at this enigmatical farewell.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_10": "Jean Valjean did not move. It seemed as though his feet were nailed to the pavement.\n\n\u201cThis is becoming serious,\u201d said Cosette. <|Q|>\u201cWhat have I done to you? I declare that I am perplexed. You owe me reparation. You will dine with us.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI have dined.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_50": "'If she says \"Guilty, and she won't do it again!\"' suggested Winifred.\n\n'It's too late for that now,' said Archie, who was not going to have his trial cut short in that way: <|Q|>'no, we must prove it.'<|Q|>\n\n'But how are you going to prove it?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_23": "'Perhaps,' suggested the Queen feebly, 'perhaps it was only in fun?'\n\n'Fun -- there's not much fun about her! Now the guard' (here he used the bewildered jester once more) <|Q|>'arrests her. Do you want to ask the prisoner any questions? -- you can if you like.'<|Q|>\n\n'You -- you didn't mean to poison me really, did you, Ethelinda dear?' said Winifred, who was taking it all very seriously, as she took most things. 'Archie, do make her say something!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_52": "'But how are you going to prove it?'\n\n<|Q|>'You wait. I've been in court once or twice with papa, and seen him prove all sorts of things. First, we must have in the fellow who sold the poison -- the apothecary, you know. Oh, I say, though, I forgot that -- he's the judge; that won't do!'<|Q|>\n\n'Then you can't prove it after all -- I'm so glad!' cried the Queen, with her eyes sparkling.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_26": "'You -- you didn't mean to poison me really, did you, Ethelinda dear?' said Winifred, who was taking it all very seriously, as she took most things. 'Archie, do make her say something!'\n\n<|Q|>'Why can't you answer when the Queen asks you a question, eh?'<|Q|> demanded Archie. 'No, she won't say a word; she'll only grin at you; you see she's quite hardened. There's only one thing that would make her confess,' he added cautiously, aware that he was on rather delicate ground, 'and that's the torture. I could make a beautiful rack, Winnie, if you didn't mind?'\n\n'Whatever she's done,' said the Queen, firmly, 'I'm not going to have her tortured! And I believe she's sorry inside and wants me to forgive her!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_25": "'Fun -- there's not much fun about her! Now the guard' (here he used the bewildered jester once more) 'arrests her. Do you want to ask the prisoner any questions? -- you can if you like.'\n\n'You -- you didn't mean to poison me really, did you, Ethelinda dear?' said Winifred, who was taking it all very seriously, as she took most things. <|Q|>'Archie, do make her say something!'<|Q|>\n\n'Why can't you answer when the Queen asks you a question, eh?' demanded Archie. 'No, she won't say a word; she'll only grin at you; you see she's quite hardened. There's only one thing that would make her confess,' he added cautiously, aware that he was on rather delicate ground, 'and that's the torture. I could make a beautiful rack, Winnie, if you didn't mind?'", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_44": "Cosette had one vexation. Toussaint could not get on with Nicolette, the soldering of two elderly maids being impossible, and she went away. The grandfather was well; Marius argued a case here and there; Aunt Gillenormand peacefully led that life aside which sufficed for her, beside the new household. Jean Valjean came every day.\n\nThe address as thou disappeared, the you, the \u201cMadame,\u201d the <|Q|>\u201cMonsieur Jean,\u201d<|Q|> rendered him another person to Cosette. The care which he had himself taken to detach her from him was succeeding. She became more and more gay and less and less tender. Yet she still loved him sincerely, and he felt it.\n\nOne day she said to him suddenly: \u201cYou used to be my father, you are no longer my father, you were my uncle, you are no longer my uncle, you were Monsieur Fauchelevent, you are Jean. Who are you then? I don\u2019t like all this. If I did not know how good you are, I should be afraid of you.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_54": "'Then you can't prove it after all -- I'm so glad!' cried the Queen, with her eyes sparkling.\n\n<|Q|>'One would think you rather liked being poisoned,'<|Q|> said Archie, in an offended tone.\n\n'I like magnesia, and it isn't poison, really -- it's medicine.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_57": "'It isn't magnesia now; it's arsenic; and she shan't get off like this. I'll call the apothecary's young man, he'll prove it (this brick is the apothecary's young man). There, he says it's all right; she did it right enough. Now for the sentence! (put a penwiper on the judge's head, will you, Winnie; it's solemner).'\n\n<|Q|>'What's a sentence?'<|Q|> asked Winifred, much disturbed at these ill-omened arrangements.\n\n'You'll see; this is the judge talking now: \"Lady Ethelinda, you've been found guilty of very bad conduct; you've put arsenic in your beloved Queen's tea!\"'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_4": "'Am I to speak to her, Archie?' Winifred asked, feeling a little nervous.\n\n<|Q|>'Of course you are. Go on; don't be silly; give her leave.'<|Q|>\n\n'Certainly, Ethelinda, if you wish it,' replied Winifred, with a happy recollection of her mother's manner on somewhat similar occasions, 'but I should like you to be in to prayers.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_3": "'This is even better than if I spoke myself,' Ethelinda thought; 'he can talk for me, and I do believe I'm going to be quite wicked presently.'\n\n<|Q|>'Am I to speak to her, Archie?'<|Q|> Winifred asked, feeling a little nervous.\n\n'Of course you are. Go on; don't be silly; give her leave.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_32": "'Then why doesn't she say so?' said Archie. 'No, no, Winnie. Look here, this is a serious thing, you know; it won't do to pass it over; it's high treason, and she'll have to be tried.'\n\n<|Q|>'But I don't want her tried,'<|Q|> said Winifred.\n\n'Oh, very well then; I had better go downstairs again and read. The best part was all coming, but if you don't care, I'm sure I don't!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_33": "'But I don't want her tried,' said Winifred.\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, very well then; I had better go downstairs again and read. The best part was all coming, but if you don't care, I'<|Q|>m sure I don't!'\n\n'Little idiot!' thought Ethelinda angrily, 'she'll spoil the whole thing; every heroine has to be tried!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_34": "'Oh, very well then; I had better go downstairs again and read. The best part was all coming, but if you don't care, I'm sure I don't!'\n\n<|Q|>'Little idiot!'<|Q|> thought Ethelinda angrily, 'she'll spoil the whole thing; every heroine has to be tried!'\n\nBut Winnie gave in, as she usually did, to Archie. 'Well, then, she shall be tried if you really think she ought to be, Archie; it won't hurt her though, will it?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_64": "Winifred, however, was terrified by the sternness of the court: 'Archie,' she cried, 'she mustn't have her head cut off.'\n\n<|Q|>'It will be all right, Winnie, if you will only leave it to me and not interfere. You promised not to interrupt, and yet you will keep on doing it!'<|Q|>\n\nArchie's head was full of executions just then, for he had been reading 'The Tower of London;' he had been artfully leading up to an execution from the very first, and he meant to have his own way.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_65": "'It will be all right, Winnie, if you will only leave it to me and not interfere. You promised not to interrupt, and yet you will keep on doing it!'\n\nArchie's head was full of executions just then, for he had been reading <|Q|>'The Tower of London;'<|Q|> he had been artfully leading up to an execution from the very first, and he meant to have his own way.\n\nBut first he amused himself by working upon Winifred's feelings, which was a bad habit of his on these occasions. To do him justice, he did not know how keenly she felt things, and how soon she forgot it was only pretence; it flattered him to see how easily he could make Winifred cry about nothing, and he never guessed what real pain he was giving her.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_6": "'Of course you are. Go on; don't be silly; give her leave.'\n\n'Certainly, Ethelinda, if you wish it,' replied Winifred, with a happy recollection of her mother's manner on somewhat similar occasions, <|Q|>'but I should like you to be in to prayers.'<|Q|>\n\n'A maid of honour isn't the same as a housemaid, you know,' said Archie; 'but never mind -- she's off. You don't see where she goes, of course.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_66": "But first he amused himself by working upon Winifred's feelings, which was a bad habit of his on these occasions. To do him justice, he did not know how keenly she felt things, and how soon she forgot it was only pretence; it flattered him to see how easily he could make Winifred cry about nothing, and he never guessed what real pain he was giving her.\n\n'Winnie,' he began very dolefully, <|Q|>'she's in prison now, languishing in her prison cell, and do you know, I rather think her heart's beginning to soften a little: she wants you to come and see her. You won't refuse her last request, Winnie, will you?'<|Q|>\n\n'As if I could!' cried Winifred, full of the tenderest compassion.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_67": "'Winnie,' he began very dolefully, 'she's in prison now, languishing in her prison cell, and do you know, I rather think her heart's beginning to soften a little: she wants you to come and see her. You won't refuse her last request, Winnie, will you?'\n\n<|Q|>'As if I could!'<|Q|> cried Winifred, full of the tenderest compassion.\n\n'Very well then; this is the last meeting. \"My dear kind mistress\" (it's Ethelinda speaking to you now), \"that I once loved so dearly in the happy days when I was innocent and good, I couldn't die till I had asked you to forgive me. Let your poor wicked maid-of-honour kiss your hand just once more as she used to do; tell her you forgive her about that arsenic.\" Now then, Winnie!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_38": "But Winnie gave in, as she usually did, to Archie. 'Well, then, she shall be tried if you really think she ought to be, Archie; it won't hurt her though, will it?'\n\n'Of course it won't; it's all right. Now for the trial: here's the court, and here's a place for the judge' (he built it all up with books and bricks as he spoke); <|Q|>'here's the dock -- stick Lady What's-her-name inside -- that's it. We must do without a jury, but I suppose we ought to have a judge; oh, this fellow will do for judge!'<|Q|>\n\nAnd he seized the jester and raised him to the Bench at once. The jester was more puzzled than ever. 'Now I'm a judge,' he thought, 'I shall have to try her; but I'm glad of it -- I'll let her off!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_70": "'I -- I can't, Archie!' sobbed Winifred, quite melted by this pathetic appeal.\n\n<|Q|>'If you don't, she'll think you're<|Q|> angry still, and won't forgive her,' said Archie. 'Just you listen; this is her now: \"Won't you say one little word, Your Majesty; you might as well. When I'm gone and mouldering away in my felon's grave it will be too late then, and you'll be sorry. It's the last thing I shall ever ask you!\"'\n\n'Oh, Ethelinda, darling, don't!' implored her Queen; 'don't go on talking in that dreadful way; I can't bear it. Archie, I must forgive her now!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_43": "'Why not?' said Archie; 'judges make jokes sometimes -- I've heard papa say so, and he's a barrister, and ought to know.'\n\n<|Q|>'But this one doesn't make real jokes!'<|Q|> persisted Winifred.\n\n'Who asked him to? Judges are not obliged to make jokes, Winnie. I believe you are trying to get her off, but I'm going to see justice done, I tell you. So now then, Lady Ethelinda, you are charged with high treason and trying to poison Her Most Gracious Majesty, Queen Winifred Gladys Robertson, by putting arsenic in Her Majesty's tea. Guilty or not guilty! Speak up!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_44": "'But this one doesn't make real jokes!' persisted Winifred.\n\n<|Q|>'Who asked him to? Judges are not obliged to make jokes, Winnie. I believe you are trying to get her off, but I'<|Q|>m going to see justice done, I tell you. So now then, Lady Ethelinda, you are charged with high treason and trying to poison Her Most Gracious Majesty, Queen Winifred Gladys Robertson, by putting arsenic in Her Majesty's tea. Guilty or not guilty! Speak up!'\n\n'Not guilty!' put in Winifred quickly, thinking that would settle the whole trial comfortably. 'There, Archie, you can't say she didn't speak that time!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_42": "'Oh, but Archie,' said Winifred, who was determined to defeat the ends of justice if she possibly could, 'can a jester be a judge?'\n\n'Why not?' said Archie; <|Q|>'judges make jokes sometimes -- I've heard papa say so, and he's a barrister, and ought to know.'<|Q|>\n\n'But this one doesn't make real jokes!' persisted Winifred.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_46": "'Not guilty!' put in Winifred quickly, thinking that would settle the whole trial comfortably. 'There, Archie, you can't say she didn't speak that time!'\n\n<|Q|>'Now, you have done it!'<|Q|> Archie said triumphantly. 'If she'd confessed, we might have shown mercy. Now we shall have to prove it, and if we do I'm sorry for her, that's all!'\n\n'If she says \"Guilty, and she won't do it again!\"' suggested Winifred.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_45": "'Who asked him to? Judges are not obliged to make jokes, Winnie. I believe you are trying to get her off, but I'm going to see justice done, I tell you. So now then, Lady Ethelinda, you are charged with high treason and trying to poison Her Most Gracious Majesty, Queen Winifred Gladys Robertson, by putting arsenic in Her Majesty's tea. Guilty or not guilty! Speak up!'\n\n'Not guilty!' put in Winifred quickly, thinking that would settle the whole trial comfortably. <|Q|>'There, Archie, you can't say she didn't speak that time!'<|Q|>\n\n'Now, you have done it!' Archie said triumphantly. 'If she'd confessed, we might have shown mercy. Now we shall have to prove it, and if we do I'm sorry for her, that's all!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_47": "'Not guilty!' put in Winifred quickly, thinking that would settle the whole trial comfortably. 'There, Archie, you can't say she didn't speak that time!'\n\n'Now, you have done it!' Archie said triumphantly. <|Q|>'If she'd confessed, we might have shown mercy. Now we shall have to prove it, and if we do I'<|Q|>m sorry for her, that's all!'\n\n'If she says \"Guilty, and she won't do it again!\"' suggested Winifred.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_48": "'Now, you have done it!' Archie said triumphantly. 'If she'd confessed, we might have shown mercy. Now we shall have to prove it, and if we do I'm sorry for her, that's all!'\n\n<|Q|>'If she says \"Guilty, and she won't do it again!\"<|Q|>' suggested Winifred.\n\n'It's too late for that now,' said Archie, who was not going to have his trial cut short in that way: 'no, we must prove it.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_49": "'If she says \"Guilty, and she won't do it again!\"' suggested Winifred.\n\n<|Q|>'It's too late for that now,'<|Q|> said Archie, who was not going to have his trial cut short in that way: 'no, we must prove it.'\n\n'But how are you going to prove it?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_79": "'she's quite good again. Now let's play at something not quite so horrid!'\n\n'When we've done with this, we will; but it isn't half over yet; there's all the execution to come. It's the fatal day now, the dismal scaffold is erected' (here he made a rough platform and a neat little block with the books), 'the sheriff is mounting guard over it' (and Archie propped up the unfortunate jester against a workbox so that he overlooked the scaffold); <|Q|>'the trembling criminal is brought out amidst the groans of the populace (groan, Winnie, can't you?)'<|Q|>\n\n'I shan't groan,' said Winnie, rebelliously; 'I'm a queen, not a populace. Archie, you won't really cut off her head, will you?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_81": "'I shan't groan,' said Winnie, rebelliously; 'I'm a queen, not a populace. Archie, you won't really cut off her head, will you?'\n\n<|Q|>'Don't be a little duffer,'<|Q|> said he; 'the end is to be a surprise, so I can't tell you what it is till it comes. You've heard of pardons arriving just in time, haven't you? Very well then. Only I don't say one will arrive here, you know, I only say, wait!'\n\n'And now,' he went on, 'I'm not the King any longer, I'm the headsman; and -- and I say, Winnie, perhaps you'd better hide your face now; a queen wouldn't look on at the execution, really; at least a nice queen wouldn't!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_24": "'Fun -- there's not much fun about her! Now the guard' (here he used the bewildered jester once more) 'arrests her. Do you want to ask the prisoner any questions? -- you can if you like.'\n\n<|Q|>'You -- you didn't mean to poison me really, did you, Ethelinda dear?'<|Q|> said Winifred, who was taking it all very seriously, as she took most things. 'Archie, do make her say something!'\n\n'Why can't you answer when the Queen asks you a question, eh?' demanded Archie. 'No, she won't say a word; she'll only grin at you; you see she's quite hardened. There's only one thing that would make her confess,' he added cautiously, aware that he was on rather delicate ground, 'and that's the torture. I could make a beautiful rack, Winnie, if you didn't mind?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_53": "'You wait. I've been in court once or twice with papa, and seen him prove all sorts of things. First, we must have in the fellow who sold the poison -- the apothecary, you know. Oh, I say, though, I forgot that -- he's the judge; that won't do!'\n\n<|Q|>'Then you can't prove it after all -- I'<|Q|>m so glad!' cried the Queen, with her eyes sparkling.\n\n'One would think you rather liked being poisoned,' said Archie, in an offended tone.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_83": "'Don't be a little duffer,' said he; 'the end is to be a surprise, so I can't tell you what it is till it comes. You've heard of pardons arriving just in time, haven't you? Very well then. Only I don't say one will arrive here, you know, I only say, wait!'\n\n'And now,' he went on, 'I'm not the King any longer, I<|Q|>'m the headsman; and -- and I say, Winnie, perhaps you'd better hide your face now; a queen wouldn't look on at the execution, really; at least a nice queen wouldn't!'<|Q|>\n\nSo Winifred hid her face in her hands obediently, very glad to be spared even the pretence of an execution, and earnestly wishing Archie was near the end of this uncomfortable game.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_28": "'You -- you didn't mean to poison me really, did you, Ethelinda dear?' said Winifred, who was taking it all very seriously, as she took most things. 'Archie, do make her say something!'\n\n'Why can't you answer when the Queen asks you a question, eh?' demanded Archie. 'No, she won't say a word; she'll only grin at you; you see she's quite hardened. There's only one thing that would make her confess,' he added cautiously, aware that he was on rather delicate ground, <|Q|>'and that's the torture. I could make a beautiful rack, Winnie, if you didn't mind?'<|Q|>\n\n'Whatever she's done,' said the Queen, firmly, 'I'm not going to have her tortured! And I believe she's sorry inside and wants me to forgive her!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_30": "'Whatever she's done,' said the Queen, firmly, 'I'm not going to have her tortured! And I believe she's sorry inside and wants me to forgive her!'\n\n<|Q|>'Then why doesn't she say so?'<|Q|> said Archie. 'No, no, Winnie. Look here, this is a serious thing, you know; it won't do to pass it over; it's high treason, and she'll have to be tried.'\n\n'But I don't want her tried,' said Winifred.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_86": "Till then Archie was not quite sure what he really meant to do; at first he had fancied that it would be enough for him just to touch Ethelinda lightly with the sword, but now (whether the idea had been put in his head by the Sausage Glutton, or whether it had been there somewhere all the time) he began to think how easily the sharp blade would cleave Ethelinda's soft wax neck, and how he could hold up the severed head by the hair, just like the executioner in the pictures, and say solemnly, <|Q|>'This is the head of a traitress!'<|Q|>\n\nHe knew of course that it would get him into terrible trouble, and he ought to have known that it would be mean and cowardly of him to take advantage of his poor little cousin's trust in him to deceive her.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_59": "'You'll see; this is the judge talking now: \"Lady Ethelinda, you've been found guilty of very bad conduct; you've put arsenic in your beloved Queen's tea!\"'\n\n<|Q|>'Why, I haven't had tea yet!'<|Q|> protested the Sovereign.\n\n\"Her Majesty is respectfully ordered not to interrupt the judge when he's summing up; it puts him out. Well, as I was saying, Lady Ethelinda, I'm sorry to tell you that we shall have to cut your head off!\"'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_89": "And the bitterest thing about it was, that, although he was a great deal confused, as he very well might be, as to how it had all come about, he knew that in some way, he himself had taken part (or rather several parts) in bringing her to this shameful end, and the poor jester, innocent as he was, fancied that her big eyes had a calm scorn and reproach in them as she looked up at him sideways from the block.\n\n<|Q|>'What shall I do without her?'<|Q|> he thought; 'how can I bear it. Ah, I ought to be lying there -- not she. I wish I could take her place!'\n\nAll this time Archie had been lingering -- he lingered so long that Winifred lost all patience. 'Do make haste, Archie,' she said, with a little shudder that shook the table. 'I can't bear it much longer; I shall have to open my eyes!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_60": "'Why, I haven't had tea yet!' protested the Sovereign.\n\n\"Her Majesty is respectfully ordered not to interrupt the judge when he's summing up; it puts him out. Well, as I was saying, Lady Ethelinda, I<|Q|>'m sorry to tell you that we shall have to cut your head off!\"'<|Q|>\n\n'What have I done?' thought the jester; 'she'll think I'm in earnest; she'll never forgive me!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_63": "But Ethelinda was perfectly delighted, for not one of her heroines had ever been in such a romantic position as this. 'And of course,' she thought, 'it will all come right in the end; it always does.'\n\nWinifred, however, was terrified by the sternness of the court: 'Archie,' she cried, <|Q|>'she mustn't have her head cut off.'<|Q|>\n\n'It will be all right, Winnie, if you will only leave it to me and not interfere. You promised not to interrupt, and yet you will keep on doing it!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_62": "'What have I done?' thought the jester; 'she'll think I'm in earnest; she'll never forgive me!'\n\nBut Ethelinda was perfectly delighted, for not one of her heroines had ever been in such a romantic position as this. 'And of course,' she thought, <|Q|>'it will all come right in the end; it always does.'<|Q|>\n\nWinifred, however, was terrified by the sternness of the court: 'Archie,' she cried, 'she mustn't have her head cut off.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_36": "'Little idiot!' thought Ethelinda angrily, 'she'll spoil the whole thing; every heroine has to be tried!'\n\nBut Winnie gave in, as she usually did, to Archie. <|Q|>'Well, then, she shall be tried if you really think she ought to be, Archie; it won't hurt her though, will it?'<|Q|>\n\n'Of course it won't; it's all right. Now for the trial: here's the court, and here's a place for the judge' (he built it all up with books and bricks as he spoke); 'here's the dock -- stick Lady What's-her-name inside -- that's it. We must do without a jury, but I suppose we ought to have a judge; oh, this fellow will do for judge!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_93": "All this time Archie had been lingering -- he lingered so long that Winifred lost all patience. 'Do make haste, Archie,' she said, with a little shudder that shook the table. 'I can't bear it much longer; I shall have to open my eyes!'\n\n<|Q|>'It was only the mask got in my way,'<|Q|> he said. 'Now I'm ready. One, two, three!'\n\nAnd then there was a whistling swishing sound, followed by a heavy thud, and a flop.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_12": "'and he weighs it out, and wraps it up, and gives it to her. And he says, \"You'll mind and be very careful with it, my lady. The dose is one pinch in a teaspoonful of treacle to each blackbeetle, the last thing at night; but it oughtn't to be left about in places.\" And so Lady Ethelinda takes it home and hides it.'\n\n'I've bought some poison now,' thought Ethelinda, immensely delighted, <|Q|>'I am a wicked doll! How convenient it is to have it all done for one like this! I do hope he's going to make me give Winifred some of that stuff, to get her out of the way, and have the romance all to our two selves.'<|Q|>\n\n'Now you and I,' Archie continued, 'haven't the least idea of all this. But one day, the Court jester ('I was an apothecary just now,' thought the jester; 'it's really very confusing!') -- the Court jester comes up, looking very grave, and sneaks of her. The reason of that is that he's angry with her because she never will have anything to do with him, and he says that he's seen her folding up a powder in paper and writing on it, and he thought I ought to be told about it.' ", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_69": "'Very well then; this is the last meeting. \"My dear kind mistress\" (it's Ethelinda speaking to you now), \"that I once loved so dearly in the happy days when I was innocent and good, I couldn't die till I had asked you to forgive me. Let your poor wicked maid-of-honour kiss your hand just once more as she used to do; tell her you forgive her about that arsenic.\" Now then, Winnie!'\n\n<|Q|>'I -- I can't, Archie!'<|Q|> sobbed Winifred, quite melted by this pathetic appeal.\n\n'If you don't, she'll think you're angry still, and won't forgive her,' said Archie. 'Just you listen; this is her now: \"Won't you say one little word, Your Majesty; you might as well. When I'm gone and mouldering away in my felon's grave it will be too late then, and you'll be sorry. It's the last thing I shall ever ask you!\"'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_96": "After that Archie very prudently made for the door. 'I -- I couldn't help it, really, Winnie,' he stammered, as she put her hands down with relief and looked about, rather dazzled at first by the sudden light. 'I'll save up and buy you another twice as pretty. And you know you said Ethelinda didn't seem to care about you!'\n\n<|Q|>'Stop, Archie, what do you mean? Did you think you'd cut her head off really!'<|Q|>\n\n'Haven't I?' said Archie, stupidly. 'I cut something's head off; I saw it go!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_15": "'haven't the least idea of all this. But one day, the Court jester ('I was an apothecary just now,' thought the jester; 'it's really very confusing!') -- the Court jester comes up, looking very grave, and sneaks of her. The reason of that is that he's angry with her because she never will have anything to do with him, and he says that he's seen her folding up a powder in paper and writing on it, and he thought I ought to be told about it.' (<|Q|>'This is awful,'<|Q|> thought the jester. 'What will Ethelinda think of me for telling tales? and what has come to Ethelinda? It's all that miserable Sausage-Glutton's doing -- and I can't help myself!')\n\n'Well, I'm very much surprised of course,' said Archie; 'any king would be -- but I wait, and one day, when she has gone out for a holiday, the jester and I go to her desk and break it open.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_72": "'If you don't, she'll think you're angry still, and won't forgive her,' said Archie. 'Just you listen; this is her now: \"Won't you say one little word, Your Majesty; you might as well. When I'm gone and mouldering away in my felon's grave it will be too late then, and you'll be sorry. It's the last thing I shall ever ask you!\"'\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, Ethelinda, darling, don't!'<|Q|> implored her Queen; 'don't go on talking in that dreadful way; I can't bear it. Archie, I must forgive her now!'\n\n'Oh yes, forgive her,' he said with approval; 'queens shouldn't sulk or bear malice.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_73": "'If you don't, she'll think you're angry still, and won't forgive her,' said Archie. 'Just you listen; this is her now: \"Won't you say one little word, Your Majesty; you might as well. When I'm gone and mouldering away in my felon's grave it will be too late then, and you'll be sorry. It's the last thing I shall ever ask you!\"'\n\n'Oh, Ethelinda, darling, don't!' implored her Queen; <|Q|>'don't go on talking in that dreadful way; I can't bear it. Archie, I must forgive her now!'<|Q|>\n\n'Oh yes, forgive her,' he said with approval; 'queens shouldn't sulk or bear malice.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_71": "'I -- I can't, Archie!' sobbed Winifred, quite melted by this pathetic appeal.\n\n'If you don't, she'll think you're angry still, and won't forgive her,' said Archie. 'Just you listen; this is her now: \"Won't you say one little word, Your Majesty; you might as well. When I<|Q|>'m gone and mouldering away in my felon's grave it will be too late then, and you'll be sorry. It's the last thing I shall ever ask you!\"'<|Q|>\n\n'Oh, Ethelinda, darling, don't!' implored her Queen; 'don't go on talking in that dreadful way; I can't bear it. Archie, I must forgive her now!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_74": "'Oh, Ethelinda, darling, don't!' implored her Queen; 'don't go on talking in that dreadful way; I can't bear it. Archie, I must forgive her now!'\n\n<|Q|>'Oh yes, forgive her,'<|Q|> he said with approval; 'queens shouldn't sulk or bear malice.'\n\n'It's all right,' said Winifred briskly, as she dried her eyes; 'she's quite good again. Now let's play at something not quite so horrid!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_103": "Archie tried to defend himself: 'I think she looks better with her hair cut short,' he said; 'lots of girls wear it like that. And, don't you see, Winnie, this has been a plot got up by the jester; Ethelinda was innocent all the time, and he's just nicely caught in his own trap.... That -- that's the surprise!'\n\n'I don't believe you one bit!' said Winifred. <|Q|>'You had no business to cut even my jester's head off, but you meant to do much worse! I won't play with you any more, and I shan't forgive you till the very day you go back to school!'<|Q|>\n\n'But, Winnie,' protested Archie, looking rather sheepish and ashamed of himself.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_104": "'But, Winnie,' protested Archie, looking rather sheepish and ashamed of himself.\n\n<|Q|>'Go away directly,'<|Q|> said Winnie, stamping her foot; 'I don't want to listen; leave me alone!'\n\nSo Archie went, not sorry, now, that an accident had kept him from doing his worst, and feeling tolerably certain that he would be able to make his cousin relent long before the time she had fixed, while Winifred, left to herself again, was so absorbed in sobbing over Ethelinda's sad disfigurement, that she quite forgot to pick up the split halves of the jester's head which were lying on the nursery floor.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_77": "'It's all right,' said Winifred briskly, as she dried her eyes; 'she's quite good again. Now let's play at something not quite so horrid!'\n\n<|Q|>'When we've done with this, we will; but it isn't half over yet; there's all the execution to come. It's the fatal day now, the dismal scaffold is erected'<|Q|> (here he made a rough platform and a neat little block with the books), 'the sheriff is mounting guard over it' (and Archie propped up the unfortunate jester against a workbox so that he overlooked the scaffold); 'the trembling criminal is brought out amidst the groans of the populace (groan, Winnie, can't you?)'\n\n'I shan't groan,' said Winnie, rebelliously; 'I'm a queen, not a populace. Archie, you won't really cut off her head, will you?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_78": "'It's all right,' said Winifred briskly, as she dried her eyes; 'she's quite good again. Now let's play at something not quite so horrid!'\n\n'When we've done with this, we will; but it isn't half over yet; there's all the execution to come. It's the fatal day now, the dismal scaffold is erected' (here he made a rough platform and a neat little block with the books), <|Q|>'the sheriff is mounting guard over it'<|Q|> (and Archie propped up the unfortunate jester against a workbox so that he overlooked the scaffold); 'the trembling criminal is brought out amidst the groans of the populace (groan, Winnie, can't you?)'\n\n'I shan't groan,' said Winnie, rebelliously; 'I'm a queen, not a populace. Archie, you won't really cut off her head, will you?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_109": "The Dutch fairy doll heard her and was very angry, for she knew of course why the jester had come to a tragic ending.\n\n<|Q|>'Shall I tell her now, and make her ashamed and sorry -- would she believe me? would she care? Perhaps not, but I must speak out some time -- only I had better wait till the clock has stopped. I can't bear her to talk about that poor jester in this way.'<|Q|>\n\nBut it really did not matter to the jester, who could hear or feel nothing any more -- for they had thrown him into the dustbin, where, unless the dustcart has called since, he is lying still.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_80": "'When we've done with this, we will; but it isn't half over yet; there's all the execution to come. It's the fatal day now, the dismal scaffold is erected' (here he made a rough platform and a neat little block with the books), 'the sheriff is mounting guard over it' (and Archie propped up the unfortunate jester against a workbox so that he overlooked the scaffold); 'the trembling criminal is brought out amidst the groans of the populace (groan, Winnie, can't you?)'\n\n<|Q|>'I shan't groan,'<|Q|> said Winnie, rebelliously; 'I'm a queen, not a populace. Archie, you won't really cut off her head, will you?'\n\n'Don't be a little duffer,' said he; 'the end is to be a surprise, so I can't tell you what it is till it comes. You've heard of pardons arriving just in time, haven't you? Very well then. Only I don't say one will arrive here, you know, I only say, wait!'", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_42": "All the days which followed brought Jean Valjean at the same hour. He came every day, because he had not the strength to take Marius\u2019 words otherwise than literally. Marius arranged matters so as to be absent at the hours when Jean Valjean came. The house grew accustomed to the novel ways of M. Fauchelevent. Toussaint helped in this direction: \u201cMonsieur has always been like that,\u201d she repeated. The grandfather issued this decree: \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cHe\u2019s an original.\u201d<|Q|> And all was said. Moreover, at the age of ninety-six, no bond is any longer possible, all is merely juxtaposition; a newcomer is in the way. There is no longer any room; all habits are acquired. M. Fauchelevent, M. Tranchelevent, Father Gillenormand asked nothing better than to be relieved from \u201cthat gentleman.\u201d He added: \u2014 \u201cNothing is more common than those originals. They do all sorts of queer things. They have no reason. The Marquis de Canaples was still worse. He bought a palace that he might lodge in the garret. These are fantastic appearances that people affect.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_3": "\u201cThis will kill me,\u201d she muttered; \u201cI can\u2019t stand it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGod will give you strength, dear,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie aloud. She stooped and kissed Annie on her brow, then she went back to her own bed.\n\nDuring the rest of the night Leslie hardly slept, but Annie never stirred. In the morning Annie got up, looking much as usual, but having not the slightest remembrance of the little scene through which both she and her roomfellow had lived during the night.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_84": "So Winifred hid her face in her hands obediently, very glad to be spared even the pretence of an execution, and earnestly wishing Archie was near the end of this uncomfortable game.\n\nBut Archie was just beginning to enjoy himself: <|Q|>'The wretched woman,'<|Q|> he announced with immense unction, 'is led tottering to the block, and then the headsman, very respectfully, cuts off some of her beautiful golden hair, so that it shouldn't get in his way.'\n\nAt this point I am sorry to say that Archie, in the wish to have everything as real as possible, actually did snip off a good part of Ethelinda's flossy curls. Luckily for him, his cousin was too conscientious and unsuspecting to peep through her fingers, and never imagined that the scissors she heard were really cutting anything -- she even kept her eyes shut while Archie hunted about the room for something, which he found out at last, and which was a sword in a red tin scabbard.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_85": "So Winifred hid her face in her hands obediently, very glad to be spared even the pretence of an execution, and earnestly wishing Archie was near the end of this uncomfortable game.\n\nBut Archie was just beginning to enjoy himself: 'The wretched woman,' he announced with immense unction, <|Q|>'is led tottering to the block, and then the headsman, very respectfully, cuts off some of her beautiful golden hair, so that it shouldn't get in his way.'<|Q|>\n\nAt this point I am sorry to say that Archie, in the wish to have everything as real as possible, actually did snip off a good part of Ethelinda's flossy curls. Luckily for him, his cousin was too conscientious and unsuspecting to peep through her fingers, and never imagined that the scissors she heard were really cutting anything -- she even kept her eyes shut while Archie hunted about the room for something, which he found out at last, and which was a sword in a red tin scabbard.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_1": "Leslie now knelt down and gazed into the face of the sleeper.\n\n\u201cWhat can be the matter with her?\u201d she thought. <|Q|>\u201cCan I find out? Is there any way in which I can comfort her? I wish mother were here. There is no doubt she is carrying a terrible heavy burden, and she won\u2019t let anyone help her. What did that letter mean?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe sleeper moaned heavily.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_55": "'One would think you rather liked being poisoned,' said Archie, in an offended tone.\n\n<|Q|>'I like magnesia, and it isn't poison, really -- it's medicine.'<|Q|>\n\n'It isn't magnesia now; it's arsenic; and she shan't get off like this. I'll call the apothecary's young man, he'll prove it (this brick is the apothecary's young man). There, he says it's all right; she did it right enough. Now for the sentence! (put a penwiper on the judge's head, will you, Winnie; it's solemner).'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_58": "'What's a sentence?' asked Winifred, much disturbed at these ill-omened arrangements.\n\n<|Q|>'You'll see; this is the judge talking now: \"Lady Ethelinda, you've been found guilty of very bad conduct; you've put arsenic in your beloved Queen's tea!\"'<|Q|>\n\n'Why, I haven't had tea yet!' protested the Sovereign.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_87": "So that presently Ethelinda found herself lying helpless, with her hands tied behind her, and her close-cropped head placed on a thick book, while Archie stood over her with a cruel gleam in his eyes, and flourished a flashing sword.\n\n<|Q|>'I ought to be masked though,'<|Q|> he said suddenly, 'or I might be recognised -- executioners had to be masked. I'll tie a handkerchief over my eyes and that will have to do.'\n\nAnd when he had done this, he began to measure the distance with his eye, and to make some trial cuts to be quite sure of his aim, for he meant to get the utmost possible enjoyment out of it.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_61": "\"Her Majesty is respectfully ordered not to interrupt the judge when he's summing up; it puts him out. Well, as I was saying, Lady Ethelinda, I'm sorry to tell you that we shall have to cut your head off!\"'\n\n<|Q|>'What have I done?'<|Q|> thought the jester; 'she'll think I'm in earnest; she'll never forgive me!'\n\nBut Ethelinda was perfectly delighted, for not one of her heroines had ever been in such a romantic position as this. 'And of course,' she thought, 'it will all come right in the end; it always does.'", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_10": "\u201cShe heard what Miss Penrose said,\u201d remarked Eileen. \u201cI noticed that she was standing by the door when the principal sounded the gong.\u201d\n\n\u201cAll the same, she does not always hear what is said,\u201d replied Leslie. <|Q|>\u201cShe lives in a wonderful and strange world of her own. I often doubt if she notices what goes on around her.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, then, you had better remind her. By the way, do you object to us also coming with you to East Hall this evening?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_91": "'What shall I do without her?' he thought; 'how can I bear it. Ah, I ought to be lying there -- not she. I wish I could take her place!'\n\nAll this time Archie had been lingering -- he lingered so long that Winifred lost all patience. <|Q|>'Do make haste, Archie,'<|Q|> she said, with a little shudder that shook the table. 'I can't bear it much longer; I shall have to open my eyes!'\n\n'It was only the mask got in my way,' he said. 'Now I'm ready. One, two, three!'", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_11": "\u201cAll the same, she does not always hear what is said,\u201d replied Leslie. \u201cShe lives in a wonderful and strange world of her own. I often doubt if she notices what goes on around her.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, then, you had better remind her. By the way, do you object to us also coming with you to East Hall this evening?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI shall be very glad,\u201d replied Leslie. \u201cI have not seen much of Miss Lauderdale yet, and am most anxious to hear her speak to-night. I wonder what she can want with us all?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_94": "And then there was a whistling swishing sound, followed by a heavy thud, and a flop.\n\nAfter that Archie very prudently made for the door. <|Q|>'I -- I couldn't help it, really, Winnie,'<|Q|> he stammered, as she put her hands down with relief and looked about, rather dazzled at first by the sudden light. 'I'll save up and buy you another twice as pretty. And you know you said Ethelinda didn't seem to care about you!'\n\n'Stop, Archie, what do you mean? Did you think you'd cut her head off really!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_95": "And then there was a whistling swishing sound, followed by a heavy thud, and a flop.\n\nAfter that Archie very prudently made for the door. 'I -- I couldn't help it, really, Winnie,' he stammered, as she put her hands down with relief and looked about, rather dazzled at first by the sudden light. <|Q|>'I'll save up and buy you another twice as pretty. And you know you said Ethelinda didn't seem to care about you!'<|Q|>\n\n'Stop, Archie, what do you mean? Did you think you'd cut her head off really!'", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_17": "\u201cI have not made any special plans.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell then, won\u2019t you come out on the water with us. You have passed your swimming test, so it is all right. Belle Acheson will be with us; we should like you to know her.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nLeslie promised to come, and the next moment ran up to her own room. Annie was already seated at her desk, and bending over her endless problems.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_98": "'Haven't I?' said Archie, stupidly. 'I cut something's head off; I saw it go!'\n\n<|Q|>'Then you did mean it! And, oh, it's the jester! I wouldn't have minded it so much, if you hadn't meant it for Ethelinda! And, Archie, you cruel, bad boy -- you've cut -- cut all her beautiful hair off, and I sat here and let you! She's not pretty at all now -- it's a shame, it is a shame!'<|Q|>\n\nEthelinda had had a wonderful escape, and this is how it had happened:", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_97": "'Stop, Archie, what do you mean? Did you think you'd cut her head off really!'\n\n'Haven't I?' said Archie, stupidly. <|Q|>'I cut something's head off; I saw it go!'<|Q|>\n\n'Then you did mean it! And, oh, it's the jester! I wouldn't have minded it so much, if you hadn't meant it for Ethelinda! And, Archie, you cruel, bad boy -- you've cut -- cut all her beautiful hair off, and I sat here and let you! She's not pretty at all now -- it's a shame, it is a shame!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_40": "But unluckily he very soon found that he had no voice at all in the matter, except what Archie chose to lend him.\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, but Archie,'<|Q|> said Winifred, who was determined to defeat the ends of justice if she possibly could, 'can a jester be a judge?'\n\n'Why not?' said Archie; 'judges make jokes sometimes -- I've heard papa say so, and he's a barrister, and ought to know.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_99": "Ethelinda had had a wonderful escape, and this is how it had happened:\n\nThe jester had been so anxious about Ethelinda that he had forgotten all about the fairy, and how she had granted him his very next wish; but she, being a fairy, had to remember it. If he had only thought of it, it would have been just as easy to wish Ethelinda safe without any harm coming to himself, but he had wished <|Q|>'to take her place,'<|Q|> and the fairy, whether she liked it or not, was obliged to keep her promise.\n\nSo the little shake which Winifred had given the table was enough to make Ethelinda roll quietly over the edge of the platform, and the jester, who never was very firm on his legs, fall forward on his face the next moment, exactly where she had lain -- and either the fairy or the handkerchief over his face prevented Archie from finding out the exchange in time.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_100": "So the little shake which Winifred had given the table was enough to make Ethelinda roll quietly over the edge of the platform, and the jester, who never was very firm on his legs, fall forward on his face the next moment, exactly where she had lain -- and either the fairy or the handkerchief over his face prevented Archie from finding out the exchange in time.\n\nArchie tried to defend himself: <|Q|>'I think she looks better with her hair cut short,'<|Q|> he said; 'lots of girls wear it like that. And, don't you see, Winnie, this has been a plot got up by the jester; Ethelinda was innocent all the time, and he's just nicely caught in his own trap.... That -- that's the surprise!'\n\n'I don't believe you one bit!' said Winifred. 'You had no business to cut even my jester's head off, but you meant to do much worse! I won't play with you any more, and I shan't forgive you till the very day you go back to school!'", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_20": "Annie gazed full up into Leslie\u2019s face. When Leslie paused, she said abruptly:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI do wish, Leslie Gilroy, you would not worry me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nLeslie started back, looking hurt and dismayed.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_75": "'Oh, Ethelinda, darling, don't!' implored her Queen; 'don't go on talking in that dreadful way; I can't bear it. Archie, I must forgive her now!'\n\n'Oh yes, forgive her,' he said with approval; <|Q|>'queens shouldn't sulk or bear malice.'<|Q|>\n\n'It's all right,' said Winifred briskly, as she dried her eyes; 'she's quite good again. Now let's play at something not quite so horrid!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_102": "Archie tried to defend himself: 'I think she looks better with her hair cut short,' he said; 'lots of girls wear it like that. And, don't you see, Winnie, this has been a plot got up by the jester; Ethelinda was innocent all the time, and he's just nicely caught in his own trap.... That -- that's the surprise!'\n\n<|Q|>'I don't believe you one bit!'<|Q|> said Winifred. 'You had no business to cut even my jester's head off, but you meant to do much worse! I won't play with you any more, and I shan't forgive you till the very day you go back to school!'\n\n'But, Winnie,' protested Archie, looking rather sheepish and ashamed of himself.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_24": "\u201cYou do annoy me dreadfully. I liked you very much yesterday, but I feel now that you are watching me all the time, and I can\u2019t stand it. Do let me alone. Aren\u2019t you going out? I know it is not necessary for you to spend all your time in study; but I am different. Do go and leave me. I don\u2019t wish to be ungrateful; but I wish you would let me have the room to myself for a little.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI shall go by and by,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie coldly. She was more hurt than she cared to own. She left Annie\u2019s window, and, going to her own side of the room, took up a novel and tried to bury herself in its contents. The other girls had promised to sing out to her, from the gravel sweep below, when they were ready. Until then, she would remain in her own side of the room, notwithstanding Annie\u2019s objection to her doing so.\n\nAnnie went on muttering to herself, rustling her papers, and turning the leaves of her books; once or twice she dropped her pen; once a moan as bitter and laden with sorrow as those she uttered in the night burst from her lips. Leslie heard the moan, and found it impossible to forget her. She felt restless and unlike herself. After a time she got up, put her book back in its place, and walked to the door.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_76": "'Oh yes, forgive her,' he said with approval; 'queens shouldn't sulk or bear malice.'\n\n'It's all right,' said Winifred briskly, as she dried her eyes; <|Q|>'she's quite good again. Now let's play at something not quite so horrid!'<|Q|>\n\n'When we've done with this, we will; but it isn't half over yet; there's all the execution to come. It's the fatal day now, the dismal scaffold is erected' (here he made a rough platform and a neat little block with the books), 'the sheriff is mounting guard over it' (and Archie propped up the unfortunate jester against a workbox so that he overlooked the scaffold); 'the trembling criminal is brought out amidst the groans of the populace (groan, Winnie, can't you?)'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_106": "That night Ethelinda had the chest of drawers all to herself, and the old Sausage Glutton grinned savagely at her from the mantelpiece, for he was disappointed at the way in which his plans had turned out.\n\n'Good evening,' he began, with one of his nastiest sneers. <|Q|>'And how are you after your little romance, eh? Master Archie very nearly had your pretty little empty head off -- but of course I couldn't allow that. I hope you enjoyed yourself?'<|Q|>\n\n'I did at first,' said Ethelinda; 'I got frightened afterwards, when I thought it wasn't going to end at all nicely. But did you notice how very wickedly that dreadful jester behaved to me -- it will be a warning to me against associating with such persons in future, and I assure you that there was something about him that made me shudder from the very first! I have heard terrible things about the dolls in the Lowther Arcade, and what can you expect at such prices? Well, he's rewarded for his crimes, and that's a comfort to think of -- but it has all upset me very much indeed, and I don't want any more romance -- it does shorten the hair so!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_107": "'Good evening,' he began, with one of his nastiest sneers. 'And how are you after your little romance, eh? Master Archie very nearly had your pretty little empty head off -- but of course I couldn't allow that. I hope you enjoyed yourself?'\n\n<|Q|>'I did at first,'<|Q|> said Ethelinda; 'I got frightened afterwards, when I thought it wasn't going to end at all nicely. But did you notice how very wickedly that dreadful jester behaved to me -- it will be a warning to me against associating with such persons in future, and I assure you that there was something about him that made me shudder from the very first! I have heard terrible things about the dolls in the Lowther Arcade, and what can you expect at such prices? Well, he's rewarded for his crimes, and that's a comfort to think of -- but it has all upset me very much indeed, and I don't want any more romance -- it does shorten the hair so!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_51": "'It's too late for that now,' said Archie, who was not going to have his trial cut short in that way: 'no, we must prove it.'\n\n<|Q|>'But how are you going to prove it?'<|Q|>\n\n'You wait. I've been in court once or twice with papa, and seen him prove all sorts of things. First, we must have in the fellow who sold the poison -- the apothecary, you know. Oh, I say, though, I forgot that -- he's the judge; that won't do!'", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_0": "Leslie now knelt down and gazed into the face of the sleeper.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat can be the matter with her?\u201d<|Q|> she thought. \u201cCan I find out? Is there any way in which I can comfort her? I wish mother were here. There is no doubt she is carrying a terrible heavy burden, and she won\u2019t let anyone help her. What did that letter mean?\u201d\n\nThe sleeper moaned heavily.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_2": "The sleeper moaned heavily.\n\n\u201cThis will kill me,\u201d she muttered; <|Q|>\u201cI can\u2019t stand it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cGod will give you strength, dear,\u201d said Leslie aloud. She stooped and kissed Annie on her brow, then she went back to her own bed.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_82": "'I shan't groan,' said Winnie, rebelliously; 'I'm a queen, not a populace. Archie, you won't really cut off her head, will you?'\n\n'Don't be a little duffer,' said he; <|Q|>'the end is to be a surprise, so I can't tell you what it is till it comes. You've heard of pardons arriving just in time, haven't you? Very well then. Only I don't say one will arrive here, you know, I only say, wait!'<|Q|>\n\n'And now,' he went on, 'I'm not the King any longer, I'm the headsman; and -- and I say, Winnie, perhaps you'd better hide your face now; a queen wouldn't look on at the execution, really; at least a nice queen wouldn't!'", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_4": "Leslie had three lectures to go to, and was thankful for this, as she did not care to be alone in the room with Annie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShe won\u2019t let me comfort her, and it is dreadful to see that dull look of agony and suffering in her eyes,\u201d<|Q|> thought Leslie.\n\nImmediately after luncheon that day, just as the girls were preparing to leave the dining-hall, Miss Penrose, the principal of South Hall, who always sat at a little table with a few favored pupils, stood up and sounded a silver gong. The girls immediately stopped, turned, and faced her.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_33": "She was met in the hall by Lettie. Lettie was extremely popular in her own hall of residence, and had made several friends already in North Hall. She now ran eagerly up to Leslie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe Chetwynds say you are coming boating with us?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d replied Leslie.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_6": "Leslie was eagerly pounced upon by the Chetwynds, who asked her what she thought Miss Lauderdale could want with them all. Just then Annie Colchester darted past the little group, and ran quickly upstairs.\n\n\u201cAnnie!\u201d called out Leslie to her, <|Q|>\u201cyou will be sure to be ready to go with me to East Hall this evening?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnnie made no reply.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_32": "\u201cOh, you poor thing,\u201d said Leslie, penitent at once, \u201cwhy did you not tell me so, or,\u201d she added, \u201cwhy did you not shut your own window?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBecause I require fresh air,\u201d<|Q|> said Annie, with that utter selfishness which had characterized her before Leslie came, and which had been growing a little better lately.\n\nLeslie went to her window and shut it, sighed as she thought how close her part of the room would be when she returned later on; and then, putting on her hat and gloves, she ran downstairs.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_36": "\u201cAnd Belle Acheson is to be one of the party,\u201d continued Lettie. \u201cI think it well to tell you; you must be prepared for a very peculiar person. But you look worried, Miss Gilroy; is anything wrong?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, nothing,\u201d answered Leslie. <|Q|>\u201cI am a little anxious about Annie Colchester.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat queer, red-haired girl? I saw her in chapel on Sunday.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_9": "\u201cShe heard what Miss Penrose said,\u201d remarked Eileen. \u201cI noticed that she was standing by the door when the principal sounded the gong.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAll the same, she does not always hear what is said,\u201d<|Q|> replied Leslie. \u201cShe lives in a wonderful and strange world of her own. I often doubt if she notices what goes on around her.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, then, you had better remind her. By the way, do you object to us also coming with you to East Hall this evening?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_37": "\u201cOh, nothing,\u201d answered Leslie. \u201cI am a little anxious about Annie Colchester.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat queer, red-haired girl? I saw her in chapel on Sunday.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThere are many fine points about her,\u201d said Leslie; \u201cbut I don\u2019t think she is quite well, and I wish she would not work so hard. However, I won\u2019t think of her now. I cannot do anything to help her just at present, and I mean to enjoy myself.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_92": "'What shall I do without her?' he thought; 'how can I bear it. Ah, I ought to be lying there -- not she. I wish I could take her place!'\n\nAll this time Archie had been lingering -- he lingered so long that Winifred lost all patience. 'Do make haste, Archie,' she said, with a little shudder that shook the table. <|Q|>'I can't bear it much longer; I shall have to open my eyes!'<|Q|>\n\n'It was only the mask got in my way,' he said. 'Now I'm ready. One, two, three!'", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_12": "\u201cWell, then, you had better remind her. By the way, do you object to us also coming with you to East Hall this evening?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI shall be very glad,\u201d<|Q|> replied Leslie. \u201cI have not seen much of Miss Lauderdale yet, and am most anxious to hear her speak to-night. I wonder what she can want with us all?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, there is no good in guessing,\u201d said Eileen; \u201cand besides it only wastes time. What do you mean to do this afternoon, Miss Gilroy?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_14": "\u201cI shall be very glad,\u201d replied Leslie. \u201cI have not seen much of Miss Lauderdale yet, and am most anxious to hear her speak to-night. I wonder what she can want with us all?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, there is no good in guessing,\u201d<|Q|> said Eileen; \u201cand besides it only wastes time. What do you mean to do this afternoon, Miss Gilroy?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have not made any special plans.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_13": "\u201cWell, then, you had better remind her. By the way, do you object to us also coming with you to East Hall this evening?\u201d\n\n\u201cI shall be very glad,\u201d replied Leslie. <|Q|>\u201cI have not seen much of Miss Lauderdale yet, and am most anxious to hear her speak to-night. I wonder what she can want with us all?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, there is no good in guessing,\u201d said Eileen; \u201cand besides it only wastes time. What do you mean to do this afternoon, Miss Gilroy?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_15": "\u201cI shall be very glad,\u201d replied Leslie. \u201cI have not seen much of Miss Lauderdale yet, and am most anxious to hear her speak to-night. I wonder what she can want with us all?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, there is no good in guessing,\u201d said Eileen; <|Q|>\u201cand besides it only wastes time. What do you mean to do this afternoon, Miss Gilroy?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI have not made any special plans.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_16": "\u201cWell, there is no good in guessing,\u201d said Eileen; \u201cand besides it only wastes time. What do you mean to do this afternoon, Miss Gilroy?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have not made any special plans.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell then, won\u2019t you come out on the water with us. You have passed your swimming test, so it is all right. Belle Acheson will be with us; we should like you to know her.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_46": "\u201cThere\u2019s a slap in the face,\u201d she said; \u201cand to you, too, Miss Gilroy. Did I not tell you she was an oddity.\u201d\n\n\u201cNow, Lettie,\u201d said Eileen, in an imploring voice, <|Q|>\u201cdon\u2019t laugh at poor Belle; don\u2019t prejudice Miss Gilroy against her. If everybody else was quite as earnest and sincere, what a different world it would be!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat an appalling world it would be!\u201d exclaimed Lettie; \u201cit would not be endurable.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_7": "'Certainly, Ethelinda, if you wish it,' replied Winifred, with a happy recollection of her mother's manner on somewhat similar occasions, 'but I should like you to be in to prayers.'\n\n<|Q|>'A maid of honour isn't the same as a housemaid, you know,'<|Q|> said Archie; 'but never mind -- she's off. You don't see where she goes, of course.'\n\n'Yes I do,' said Winifred.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_48": "\u201cNow, Lettie,\u201d said Eileen, in an imploring voice, \u201cdon\u2019t laugh at poor Belle; don\u2019t prejudice Miss Gilroy against her. If everybody else was quite as earnest and sincere, what a different world it would be!\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat an appalling world it would be!\u201d exclaimed Lettie; <|Q|>\u201cit would not be endurable.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThey reached the boats. Eileen and Marjorie, who both rowed well, took the oars. Lettie sat in the stern and held the rudder ropes. Leslie and Belle thus found themselves facing each other. Lettie instantly guided their little craft into midstream.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_49": "They reached the boats. Eileen and Marjorie, who both rowed well, took the oars. Lettie sat in the stern and held the rudder ropes. Leslie and Belle thus found themselves facing each other. Lettie instantly guided their little craft into midstream.\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d began Belle, <|Q|>\u201cI have submitted for one hour, under protest.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAs she spoke she looked full at Leslie.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_21": "Leslie started back, looking hurt and dismayed.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t mean to worry you,\u201d<|Q|> she said in a low voice. \u201cOf course if you really feel that I worry you, I had better leave you alone.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou do annoy me dreadfully. I liked you very much yesterday, but I feel now that you are watching me all the time, and I can\u2019t stand it. Do let me alone. Aren\u2019t you going out? I know it is not necessary for you to spend all your time in study; but I am different. Do go and leave me. I don\u2019t wish to be ungrateful; but I wish you would let me have the room to myself for a little.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_50": "As she spoke she looked full at Leslie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t quite understand you,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie in some astonishment.\n\n\u201cI dare say you don\u2019t, but my time is all marked out \u2014 I keep a time-table, and adhere to it rigidly. If you have not yet commenced such a valuable help to the spending of your time, let me recommend you to do so without delay. Now that I look at you more closely, I observe in your eyes a really serious light. Believe me, I am never mistaken in my judgment of anyone. Long, long ago I saw that those two dear girls behind us, who are using their muscular strength in propelling us downstream, had real intelligence, that fine brains filled their craniums. I regret to say that Miss Lettie Chetwynd, the young person who is steering us, is of different metal. I do not say that she has not her use in the world; but with her and hers I have nothing to do. Now you \u2014 what did you say your name was?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_105": "'But, Winnie,' protested Archie, looking rather sheepish and ashamed of himself.\n\n'Go away directly,' said Winnie, stamping her foot; <|Q|>'I don't want to listen; leave me alone!'<|Q|>\n\nSo Archie went, not sorry, now, that an accident had kept him from doing his worst, and feeling tolerably certain that he would be able to make his cousin relent long before the time she had fixed, while Winifred, left to herself again, was so absorbed in sobbing over Ethelinda's sad disfigurement, that she quite forgot to pick up the split halves of the jester's head which were lying on the nursery floor.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_19": "Leslie promised to come, and the next moment ran up to her own room. Annie was already seated at her desk, and bending over her endless problems.\n\n\u201cWe ought to be ready to start for East Hall at 8.25,\u201d said Leslie as she came in. <|Q|>\u201cYou will be quite ready then, won\u2019t you, Annie dear? I\u2019ll put out your dress, and leave everything quite nice and neat for you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnnie gazed full up into Leslie\u2019s face. When Leslie paused, she said abruptly:", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_58": "Belle closed her eyes and slightly turned her back upon Lettie. She made no other reply of any sort.\n\n\u201cI know you mean kindly, Miss Acheson,\u201d said Leslie, who could never bear to distress anyone; <|Q|>\u201cbut how can you know, as you have never seen me before, whether mine is an earnest character or not?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh, you little guess my capacity,\u201d said Belle in a patronizing voice. \u201cIt is my habit to pass each girl, when I see her first, in mental review. Most, I must tell you frankly, require the merest glance to tell me what failures they are certain to be. By a flash of my eyes I can discern how petty and small are the qualities of their souls; but you, Miss Gilroy, have a well-developed soul. Up to the present you have never let it die. Think how awful it is to carry within your breast a dead soul!\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_27": "\u201cDon\u2019t you think, Annie, you are a little unkind to me?\u201d replied Leslie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, what does a little unkindness matter?\u201d<|Q|> said Annie. \u201cDo you mind, as you are leaving the room, shutting that window. I have been enduring the tortures of a draught for the last hour, and have lately been suffering from neuralgia.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, you poor thing,\u201d said Leslie, penitent at once, \u201cwhy did you not tell me so, or,\u201d she added, \u201cwhy did you not shut your own window?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_29": "\u201cOh, what does a little unkindness matter?\u201d said Annie. \u201cDo you mind, as you are leaving the room, shutting that window. I have been enduring the tortures of a draught for the last hour, and have lately been suffering from neuralgia.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, you poor thing,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie, penitent at once, \u201cwhy did you not tell me so, or,\u201d she added, \u201cwhy did you not shut your own window?\u201d\n\n\u201cBecause I require fresh air,\u201d said Annie, with that utter selfishness which had characterized her before Leslie came, and which had been growing a little better lately.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_28": "\u201cDon\u2019t you think, Annie, you are a little unkind to me?\u201d replied Leslie.\n\n\u201cOh, what does a little unkindness matter?\u201d said Annie. <|Q|>\u201cDo you mind, as you are leaving the room, shutting that window. I have been enduring the tortures of a draught for the last hour, and have lately been suffering from neuralgia.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, you poor thing,\u201d said Leslie, penitent at once, \u201cwhy did you not tell me so, or,\u201d she added, \u201cwhy did you not shut your own window?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_30": "\u201cOh, what does a little unkindness matter?\u201d said Annie. \u201cDo you mind, as you are leaving the room, shutting that window. I have been enduring the tortures of a draught for the last hour, and have lately been suffering from neuralgia.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, you poor thing,\u201d said Leslie, penitent at once, <|Q|>\u201cwhy did you not tell me so, or,\u201d<|Q|> she added, \u201cwhy did you not shut your own window?\u201d\n\n\u201cBecause I require fresh air,\u201d said Annie, with that utter selfishness which had characterized her before Leslie came, and which had been growing a little better lately.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_31": "\u201cOh, what does a little unkindness matter?\u201d said Annie. \u201cDo you mind, as you are leaving the room, shutting that window. I have been enduring the tortures of a draught for the last hour, and have lately been suffering from neuralgia.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, you poor thing,\u201d said Leslie, penitent at once, \u201cwhy did you not tell me so, or,\u201d she added, <|Q|>\u201cwhy did you not shut your own window?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBecause I require fresh air,\u201d said Annie, with that utter selfishness which had characterized her before Leslie came, and which had been growing a little better lately.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_34": "\u201cYes,\u201d replied Leslie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd Belle Acheson is to be one of the party,\u201d<|Q|> continued Lettie. \u201cI think it well to tell you; you must be prepared for a very peculiar person. But you look worried, Miss Gilroy; is anything wrong?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, nothing,\u201d answered Leslie. \u201cI am a little anxious about Annie Colchester.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_64": "Here Belle raised her eyes to the sky.\n\n\u201cWhat a mercy she is not steering,\u201d thought Leslie to herself. <|Q|>\u201cWe should all be in that bindweed at the other side of the river by now.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBelle, dear,\u201d said Eileen, pushing out her foot and giving her friend a kick, \u201cdo, please, come down from the clouds. We were so anxious to introduce you to Miss Gilroy, and I am afraid you are frightening her. Don\u2019t be quite so \u2014 so outr\u00e9 during your first interview.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_88": "So that presently Ethelinda found herself lying helpless, with her hands tied behind her, and her close-cropped head placed on a thick book, while Archie stood over her with a cruel gleam in his eyes, and flourished a flashing sword.\n\n'I ought to be masked though,' he said suddenly, <|Q|>'or I might be recognised -- executioners had to be masked. I'll tie a handkerchief over my eyes and that will have to do.'<|Q|>\n\nAnd when he had done this, he began to measure the distance with his eye, and to make some trial cuts to be quite sure of his aim, for he meant to get the utmost possible enjoyment out of it.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_7": "Annie made no reply.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShe heard what Miss Penrose said,\u201d<|Q|> remarked Eileen. \u201cI noticed that she was standing by the door when the principal sounded the gong.\u201d\n\n\u201cAll the same, she does not always hear what is said,\u201d replied Leslie. \u201cShe lives in a wonderful and strange world of her own. I often doubt if she notices what goes on around her.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_66": "\u201cWhat a mercy she is not steering,\u201d thought Leslie to herself. \u201cWe should all be in that bindweed at the other side of the river by now.\u201d\n\n\u201cBelle, dear,\u201d said Eileen, pushing out her foot and giving her friend a kick, <|Q|>\u201cdo, please, come down from the clouds. We were so anxious to introduce you to Miss Gilroy, and I am afraid you are frightening her. Don\u2019t be quite so \u2014 so outr\u00e9 during your first interview.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDo I frighten you?\u201d said Belle. \u201cAm I outr\u00e9?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_90": "And the bitterest thing about it was, that, although he was a great deal confused, as he very well might be, as to how it had all come about, he knew that in some way, he himself had taken part (or rather several parts) in bringing her to this shameful end, and the poor jester, innocent as he was, fancied that her big eyes had a calm scorn and reproach in them as she looked up at him sideways from the block.\n\n'What shall I do without her?' he thought; <|Q|>'how can I bear it. Ah, I ought to be lying there -- not she. I wish I could take her place!'<|Q|>\n\nAll this time Archie had been lingering -- he lingered so long that Winifred lost all patience. 'Do make haste, Archie,' she said, with a little shudder that shook the table. 'I can't bear it much longer; I shall have to open my eyes!'", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_71": "\u201cIndeed, I am not,\u201d said Marjorie.\n\n\u201cNor do I laugh at you,\u201d said Leslie. <|Q|>\u201cI am sure you mean very well, indeed, and in some ways I agree with you. I also want to lead the earnest life.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDo you? Is that a fact? Tell me how you furnish your room?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_72": "\u201cNor do I laugh at you,\u201d said Leslie. \u201cI am sure you mean very well, indeed, and in some ways I agree with you. I also want to lead the earnest life.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo you? Is that a fact? Tell me how you furnish your room?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut I cannot imagine what that has to do with it,\u201d said Leslie.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_39": "\u201cThat queer, red-haired girl? I saw her in chapel on Sunday.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere are many fine points about her,\u201d said Leslie; <|Q|>\u201cbut I don\u2019t think she is quite well, and I wish she would not work so hard. However, I won\u2019t think of her now. I cannot do anything to help her just at present, and I mean to enjoy myself.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThen had not you better come down to the quay. I told the other girls I would bring you. The boat we are to have this afternoon is the Merry Alice. Did you pass your swimming test well?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_40": "\u201cThere are many fine points about her,\u201d said Leslie; \u201cbut I don\u2019t think she is quite well, and I wish she would not work so hard. However, I won\u2019t think of her now. I cannot do anything to help her just at present, and I mean to enjoy myself.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThen had not you better come down to the quay. I told the other girls I would bring you. The boat we are to have this afternoon is the Merry Alice. Did you pass your swimming test well?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI passed it last week, and was crowned with honors,\u201d said Leslie with a merry smile. All her usual good spirits returned when she was out in the open air. The other girls came up, and Belle was duly presented to Leslie Gilroy. Belle was in a dark-brown zephyr dress, made in the simplest fashion, and a leather belt encircled her waist. On her head was a brown hat, mushroom-shaped, trimmed with a plain band of ribbon of the same color. She was drawing brown cotton gloves on her hands when the introduction to Leslie was made.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_42": "\u201d said Leslie with a merry smile. All her usual good spirits returned when she was out in the open air. The other girls came up, and Belle was duly presented to Leslie Gilroy. Belle was in a dark-brown zephyr dress, made in the simplest fashion, and a leather belt encircled her waist. On her head was a brown hat, mushroom-shaped, trimmed with a plain band of ribbon of the same color. She was drawing brown cotton gloves on her hands when the introduction to Leslie was made.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThis is our great friend, Miss Gilroy,\u201d<|Q|> said Eileen in an affectionate tone.\n\nBelle adjusted her spectacles, and looked full at Leslie out of her short-sighted eyes.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_44": "Marjorie went on a little unwillingly. Eileen stayed behind. Lettie looked at Leslie, and her eyes filled with laughter.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere\u2019s a slap in the face,\u201d<|Q|> she said; \u201cand to you, too, Miss Gilroy. Did I not tell you she was an oddity.\u201d\n\n\u201cNow, Lettie,\u201d said Eileen, in an imploring voice, \u201cdon\u2019t laugh at poor Belle; don\u2019t prejudice Miss Gilroy against her. If everybody else was quite as earnest and sincere, what a different world it would be!\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_43": "\u201cHow do you do?\u201d she said abruptly. She then turned and spoke to Marjorie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCome on in front, please; I have something I specially wish to say to you on the subject of a life of absolute devotion. Those great truths which ought to agitate the souls of each man and woman worthy of the name have been specially borne in upon me during the last few hours. I have just been reading a passage which I should be glad to repeat to you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarjorie went on a little unwillingly. Eileen stayed behind. Lettie looked at Leslie, and her eyes filled with laughter.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_45": "Marjorie went on a little unwillingly. Eileen stayed behind. Lettie looked at Leslie, and her eyes filled with laughter.\n\n\u201cThere\u2019s a slap in the face,\u201d she said; <|Q|>\u201cand to you, too, Miss Gilroy. Did I not tell you she was an oddity.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNow, Lettie,\u201d said Eileen, in an imploring voice, \u201cdon\u2019t laugh at poor Belle; don\u2019t prejudice Miss Gilroy against her. If everybody else was quite as earnest and sincere, what a different world it would be!\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_18": "Leslie promised to come, and the next moment ran up to her own room. Annie was already seated at her desk, and bending over her endless problems.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWe ought to be ready to start for East Hall at 8.25,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie as she came in. \u201cYou will be quite ready then, won\u2019t you, Annie dear? I\u2019ll put out your dress, and leave everything quite nice and neat for you.\u201d\n\nAnnie gazed full up into Leslie\u2019s face. When Leslie paused, she said abruptly:", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_80": "\u201cWhat a blessing for you,\u201d whispered Lettie, bending forward from her place in the stern.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut I am really sorry for her,\u201d<|Q|> was Leslie\u2019s gentle response. \u201cShe is full of earnestness; but she goes too far.\u201d\n\n\u201cFor goodness\u2019 sake, don\u2019t let her hear you. Her eyes are closed for the present, and she is only muttering to herself. What a comfort if she remains in that state for the rest of our row!\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_79": "\u201cNothing,\u201d replied Belle. Her eyes were now shut. \u201cI am disappointed.\u201d She sat back in her seat, and did not trouble herself to glance at Leslie for some time.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat a blessing for you,\u201d<|Q|> whispered Lettie, bending forward from her place in the stern.\n\n\u201cBut I am really sorry for her,\u201d was Leslie\u2019s gentle response. \u201cShe is full of earnestness; but she goes too far.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_22": "Leslie started back, looking hurt and dismayed.\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t mean to worry you,\u201d she said in a low voice. <|Q|>\u201cOf course if you really feel that I worry you, I had better leave you alone.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou do annoy me dreadfully. I liked you very much yesterday, but I feel now that you are watching me all the time, and I can\u2019t stand it. Do let me alone. Aren\u2019t you going out? I know it is not necessary for you to spend all your time in study; but I am different. Do go and leave me. I don\u2019t wish to be ungrateful; but I wish you would let me have the room to myself for a little.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_53": "\u201cYou, Leslie Gilroy (what a very booky name!), have a meditative face; there is thought expressed in the firm curves of your lips. You may go far, you may fail; but, on the other hand, to you may be given a great success. Think what an awful responsibility is placed in your hands. You may use life in its fullness, or you may fritter your gifts and be a drone. May I ask you which life you mean to choose \u2014 the full or the empty?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI shall certainly aim for the full life,\u201d<|Q|> replied Leslie in some astonishment. \u201cWhether I succeed or not remains to be proved.\u201d\n\n\u201cYour success depends on yourself \u2014 the single eye, remember, the untarnished soul \u2014 \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_55": "Belle\u2019s words were interrupted by a burst of laughter from Lettie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI beg your pardon,\u201d<|Q|> she said; \u201cbut really, Belle Acheson, you are too absurd for anything.\u201d\n\nBelle closed her eyes and slightly turned her back upon Lettie. She made no other reply of any sort.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_54": "\u201cYou, Leslie Gilroy (what a very booky name!), have a meditative face; there is thought expressed in the firm curves of your lips. You may go far, you may fail; but, on the other hand, to you may be given a great success. Think what an awful responsibility is placed in your hands. You may use life in its fullness, or you may fritter your gifts and be a drone. May I ask you which life you mean to choose \u2014 the full or the empty?\u201d\n\n\u201cI shall certainly aim for the full life,\u201d replied Leslie in some astonishment. <|Q|>\u201cWhether I succeed or not remains to be proved.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYour success depends on yourself \u2014 the single eye, remember, the untarnished soul \u2014 \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_25": "Annie went on muttering to herself, rustling her papers, and turning the leaves of her books; once or twice she dropped her pen; once a moan as bitter and laden with sorrow as those she uttered in the night burst from her lips. Leslie heard the moan, and found it impossible to forget her. She felt restless and unlike herself. After a time she got up, put her book back in its place, and walked to the door.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh! thank goodness you are going,\u201d<|Q|> said Annie.\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t you think, Annie, you are a little unkind to me?\u201d replied Leslie.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_57": "Belle closed her eyes and slightly turned her back upon Lettie. She made no other reply of any sort.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI know you mean kindly, Miss Acheson,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie, who could never bear to distress anyone; \u201cbut how can you know, as you have never seen me before, whether mine is an earnest character or not?\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, you little guess my capacity,\u201d said Belle in a patronizing voice. \u201cIt is my habit to pass each girl, when I see her first, in mental review. Most, I must tell you frankly, require the merest glance to tell me what failures they are certain to be. By a flash of my eyes I can discern how petty and small are the qualities of their souls; but you, Miss Gilroy, have a well-developed soul. Up to the present you have never let it die. Think how awful it is to carry within your breast a dead soul!\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_56": "Belle\u2019s words were interrupted by a burst of laughter from Lettie.\n\n\u201cI beg your pardon,\u201d she said; <|Q|>\u201cbut really, Belle Acheson, you are too absurd for anything.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBelle closed her eyes and slightly turned her back upon Lettie. She made no other reply of any sort.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_26": "\u201cAh! thank goodness you are going,\u201d said Annie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t you think, Annie, you are a little unkind to me?\u201d<|Q|> replied Leslie.\n\n\u201cOh, what does a little unkindness matter?\u201d said Annie. \u201cDo you mind, as you are leaving the room, shutting that window. I have been enduring the tortures of a draught for the last hour, and have lately been suffering from neuralgia.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_59": "\u201cI know you mean kindly, Miss Acheson,\u201d said Leslie, who could never bear to distress anyone; \u201cbut how can you know, as you have never seen me before, whether mine is an earnest character or not?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh, you little guess my capacity,\u201d<|Q|> said Belle in a patronizing voice. \u201cIt is my habit to pass each girl, when I see her first, in mental review. Most, I must tell you frankly, require the merest glance to tell me what failures they are certain to be. By a flash of my eyes I can discern how petty and small are the qualities of their souls; but you, Miss Gilroy, have a well-developed soul. Up to the present you have never let it die. Think how awful it is to carry within your breast a dead soul!\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_63": "Here Belle raised her eyes to the sky.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat a mercy she is not steering,\u201d<|Q|> thought Leslie to herself. \u201cWe should all be in that bindweed at the other side of the river by now.\u201d\n\n\u201cBelle, dear,\u201d said Eileen, pushing out her foot and giving her friend a kick, \u201cdo, please, come down from the clouds. We were so anxious to introduce you to Miss Gilroy, and I am afraid you are frightening her. Don\u2019t be quite so \u2014 so outr\u00e9 during your first interview.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_35": "\u201cYes,\u201d replied Leslie.\n\n\u201cAnd Belle Acheson is to be one of the party,\u201d continued Lettie. <|Q|>\u201cI think it well to tell you; you must be prepared for a very peculiar person. But you look worried, Miss Gilroy; is anything wrong?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, nothing,\u201d answered Leslie. \u201cI am a little anxious about Annie Colchester.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_65": "\u201cWhat a mercy she is not steering,\u201d thought Leslie to herself. \u201cWe should all be in that bindweed at the other side of the river by now.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBelle, dear,\u201d<|Q|> said Eileen, pushing out her foot and giving her friend a kick, \u201cdo, please, come down from the clouds. We were so anxious to introduce you to Miss Gilroy, and I am afraid you are frightening her. Don\u2019t be quite so \u2014 so outr\u00e9 during your first interview.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo I frighten you?\u201d said Belle. \u201cAm I outr\u00e9?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_61": "\u201cIt is my habit to pass each girl, when I see her first, in mental review. Most, I must tell you frankly, require the merest glance to tell me what failures they are certain to be. By a flash of my eyes I can discern how petty and small are the qualities of their souls; but you, Miss Gilroy, have a well-developed soul. Up to the present you have never let it die. Think how awful it is to carry within your breast a dead soul!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes; it would be very bad,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie.\n\n\u201cBad? Awful is the word to use. Strong language is required for such a terrible possession; but it is a fact that many people do. I may almost say that most do. A dead soul. Let us ponder the words; let the thought sink deep. You observe the fact of its existence in the dull and frivolous expression which looks out of so many eyes, in the poor aims which animate so many people, in the ignoble lives they lead. Ah! how great might man be if he could only soar!\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_69": "\u201cHear, hear!\u201d said Marjorie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cLet us quote from Longfellow now; it would be most appropriate,\u201d<|Q|> said Lettie from the stern.\n\n\u201cMarjorie,\u201d said Belle, \u201cI am sorry that you have interrupted me with that very silly remark. As to the young person in the stern, I refuse to acknowledge her existence; but you, Marjorie, are laughing at me.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_8": "Annie made no reply.\n\n\u201cShe heard what Miss Penrose said,\u201d remarked Eileen. <|Q|>\u201cI noticed that she was standing by the door when the principal sounded the gong.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAll the same, she does not always hear what is said,\u201d replied Leslie. \u201cShe lives in a wonderful and strange world of her own. I often doubt if she notices what goes on around her.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_70": "\u201cLet us quote from Longfellow now; it would be most appropriate,\u201d said Lettie from the stern.\n\n\u201cMarjorie,\u201d said Belle, <|Q|>\u201cI am sorry that you have interrupted me with that very silly remark. As to the young person in the stern, I refuse to acknowledge her existence; but you, Marjorie, are laughing at me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIndeed, I am not,\u201d said Marjorie.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_97": "Here Belle raised herself in the boat.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFor goodness\u2019 sake, sit still, or we\u2019ll be upset,\u201d<|Q|> said Lettie. \u201cIn addition to poetry of the Middle Ages, a ducking is more than I am prepared for.\u201d\n\nBelle reseated herself, made an impatient gesture, pushed back her mushroom hat, and resumed:", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_99": "Belle reseated herself, made an impatient gesture, pushed back her mushroom hat, and resumed:\n\n<|Q|>\u201c\u2018And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world; which with a few Do ever live, and move, and work, and stir. This is the heart doth feel, and only know; The rest of all that only bodies bear, Roll up and down, and fill up but the row.\u2019\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cVery fine, indeed,\u201d said Lettie; \u201cand I quite see the allusion to myself. I am one of those who but a body bear, roll up and down, and fill up but the row.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_38": "\u201cThat queer, red-haired girl? I saw her in chapel on Sunday.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere are many fine points about her,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie; \u201cbut I don\u2019t think she is quite well, and I wish she would not work so hard. However, I won\u2019t think of her now. I cannot do anything to help her just at present, and I mean to enjoy myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen had not you better come down to the quay. I told the other girls I would bring you. The boat we are to have this afternoon is the Merry Alice. Did you pass your swimming test well?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_73": "\u201cDo you? Is that a fact? Tell me how you furnish your room?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut I cannot imagine what that has to do with it,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie.\n\n\u201cA vast deal, for it shows the real inclination of the soul. Is the soul going to steep itself in luxury, or is it going to cast away all hindrances, and run its race in fullness, in power? Is it to be clogged and hindered? Speak; don\u2019t keep me in suspense. How have you furnished your room?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_102": "To this remark Belle did not deign any reply. She now turned again to Leslie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNotwithstanding the disappointment you gave me with regard to your room,\u201d<|Q|> she said, \u201cI have not the slightest doubt that you understand what Musophilus alludes to?\u201d\n\n\u201cTo a certain extent, yes,\u201d replied Leslie.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_103": "To this remark Belle did not deign any reply. She now turned again to Leslie.\n\n\u201cNotwithstanding the disappointment you gave me with regard to your room,\u201d she said, <|Q|>\u201cI have not the slightest doubt that you understand what Musophilus alludes to?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTo a certain extent, yes,\u201d replied Leslie.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_76": "\u201cA vast deal, for it shows the real inclination of the soul. Is the soul going to steep itself in luxury, or is it going to cast away all hindrances, and run its race in fullness, in power? Is it to be clogged and hindered? Speak; don\u2019t keep me in suspense. How have you furnished your room?\u201d\n\n\u201cMy half-room \u2014 I only possess half a room \u2014 was furnished for me by the governors of the college,\u201d said Leslie. <|Q|>\u201cIt is true that I have added a few things, for I like pretty rooms. I like to look nice myself. My mother has always taught me to pay a great deal of attention to personal appearance.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBelle heaved a deep sigh, and became instantly silent.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_77": "Belle heaved a deep sigh, and became instantly silent.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHave you nothing more to say, Belle?\u201d<|Q|> cried Marjorie.\n\n\u201cNothing,\u201d replied Belle. Her eyes were now shut. \u201cI am disappointed.\u201d She sat back in her seat, and did not trouble herself to glance at Leslie for some time.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_78": "\u201cHave you nothing more to say, Belle?\u201d cried Marjorie.\n\n\u201cNothing,\u201d replied Belle. Her eyes were now shut. <|Q|>\u201cI am disappointed.\u201d<|Q|> She sat back in her seat, and did not trouble herself to glance at Leslie for some time.\n\n\u201cWhat a blessing for you,\u201d whispered Lettie, bending forward from her place in the stern.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_47": "\u201cNow, Lettie,\u201d said Eileen, in an imploring voice, \u201cdon\u2019t laugh at poor Belle; don\u2019t prejudice Miss Gilroy against her. If everybody else was quite as earnest and sincere, what a different world it would be!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat an appalling world it would be!\u201d<|Q|> exclaimed Lettie; \u201cit would not be endurable.\u201d\n\nThey reached the boats. Eileen and Marjorie, who both rowed well, took the oars. Lettie sat in the stern and held the rudder ropes. Leslie and Belle thus found themselves facing each other. Lettie instantly guided their little craft into midstream.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_105": "Belle stretched out her hand.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI believe I shall win you,\u201d<|Q|> she cried. \u201cCome to my room to-morrow; I shall see you alone. Don\u2019t fail to be with me between half-past two and three.\u201d\n\nLeslie promised.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_82": "\u201cBut I am really sorry for her,\u201d was Leslie\u2019s gentle response. \u201cShe is full of earnestness; but she goes too far.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFor goodness\u2019 sake, don\u2019t let her hear you. Her eyes are closed for the present, and she is only muttering to herself. What a comfort if she remains in that state for the rest of our row!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBelle,\u201d said Marjorie, \u201cwhat are you doing now? You are saying something; what is it?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_81": "\u201cWhat a blessing for you,\u201d whispered Lettie, bending forward from her place in the stern.\n\n\u201cBut I am really sorry for her,\u201d was Leslie\u2019s gentle response. <|Q|>\u201cShe is full of earnestness; but she goes too far.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFor goodness\u2019 sake, don\u2019t let her hear you. Her eyes are closed for the present, and she is only muttering to herself. What a comfort if she remains in that state for the rest of our row!\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_84": "\u201cBelle,\u201d said Marjorie, \u201cwhat are you doing now? You are saying something; what is it?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhen my nerves are ruffled, I always find that recitation is the greatest help to me,\u201d<|Q|> said Belle. \u201cI am reciting at the present moment a poem from one of our great writers. The frivolous fact that I am out on the water, being rowed by you and Eileen, that I am wasting some of the precious hours of a golden day, must be counteracted as far as possible. But stay; would you two girls,\u201d here she glanced at Marjorie and Eileen, purposely avoiding both Leslie and Lettie, \u201cwould you two like me to recite aloud the poem in question?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_2": "\u201cDame, sir,\u201d remarked Basque, \u201cwe all woke up late.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIs your master up?\u201d<|Q|> asked Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cHow is Monsieur\u2019s arm?\u201d replied Basque.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_3": "\u201cIs your master up?\u201d asked Jean Valjean.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow is Monsieur\u2019s arm?\u201d<|Q|> replied Basque.\n\n\u201cBetter. Is your master up?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_88": "\u201cI am reciting at the present moment a poem from one of our great writers. The frivolous fact that I am out on the water, being rowed by you and Eileen, that I am wasting some of the precious hours of a golden day, must be counteracted as far as possible. But stay; would you two girls,\u201d here she glanced at Marjorie and Eileen, purposely avoiding both Leslie and Lettie, \u201cwould you two like me to recite aloud the poem in question?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, for goodness\u2019 sake, no!\u201d cried Lettie; <|Q|>\u201cthat would be quite the last straw.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t think,\u201d said Belle glancing in Lettie\u2019s direction, \u201cthat the remark of the young person who holds the tiller-ropes ought to be considered. What do you two say?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_7": "\u201cMonsieur Pontmercy.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur le Baron,\u201d<|Q|> said Basque, drawing himself up.\n\nA man is a Baron most of all to his servants. He counts for something with them; they are what a philosopher would call, bespattered with the title, and that flatters them. Marius, be it said in passing, a militant republican as he had proved, was now a Baron in spite of himself. A small revolution had taken place in the family in connection with this title. It was now M. Gillenormand who clung to it, and Marius who detached himself from it. But Colonel Pontmercy had written:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_8": "A man is a Baron most of all to his servants. He counts for something with them; they are what a philosopher would call, bespattered with the title, and that flatters them. Marius, be it said in passing, a militant republican as he had proved, was now a Baron in spite of himself. A small revolution had taken place in the family in connection with this title. It was now M. Gillenormand who clung to it, and Marius who detached himself from it. But Colonel Pontmercy had written: <|Q|>\u201cMy son will bear my title.\u201d<|Q|> Marius obeyed. And then, Cosette, in whom the woman was beginning to dawn, was delighted to be a Baroness.\n\n\u201cMonsieur le Baron?\u201d repeated Basque. \u201cI will go and see. I will tell him that M. Fauchelevent is here.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_86": "\u201cWhen my nerves are ruffled, I always find that recitation is the greatest help to me,\u201d said Belle. \u201cI am reciting at the present moment a poem from one of our great writers. The frivolous fact that I am out on the water, being rowed by you and Eileen, that I am wasting some of the precious hours of a golden day, must be counteracted as far as possible. But stay; would you two girls,\u201d here she glanced at Marjorie and Eileen, purposely avoiding both Leslie and Lettie, <|Q|>\u201cwould you two like me to recite aloud the poem in question?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, for goodness\u2019 sake, no!\u201d cried Lettie; \u201cthat would be quite the last straw.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_90": "\u201cI don\u2019t think,\u201d said Belle glancing in Lettie\u2019s direction, \u201cthat the remark of the young person who holds the tiller-ropes ought to be considered. What do you two say?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOf course Eileen and I would like it very much,\u201d<|Q|> said Marjorie; \u201cbut Leslie is our guest, and we must consult her.\u201d\n\n\u201cShe would not appreciate,\u201d said Belle; \u201cbut perhaps, as you say, she is your guest. Well, I submit. My disappointment has been deep with regard to Miss Gilroy.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_91": "\u201cI don\u2019t think,\u201d said Belle glancing in Lettie\u2019s direction, \u201cthat the remark of the young person who holds the tiller-ropes ought to be considered. What do you two say?\u201d\n\n\u201cOf course Eileen and I would like it very much,\u201d said Marjorie; <|Q|>\u201cbut Leslie is our guest, and we must consult her.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cShe would not appreciate,\u201d said Belle; \u201cbut perhaps, as you say, she is your guest. Well, I submit. My disappointment has been deep with regard to Miss Gilroy.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_92": "\u201cOf course Eileen and I would like it very much,\u201d said Marjorie; \u201cbut Leslie is our guest, and we must consult her.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShe would not appreciate,\u201d<|Q|> said Belle; \u201cbut perhaps, as you say, she is your guest. Well, I submit. My disappointment has been deep with regard to Miss Gilroy.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhether you are disappointed in me or not, please try to enlighten me by your recitation,\u201d said Leslie, \u201cfor I should enjoy it of all things.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_93": "\u201cOf course Eileen and I would like it very much,\u201d said Marjorie; \u201cbut Leslie is our guest, and we must consult her.\u201d\n\n\u201cShe would not appreciate,\u201d said Belle; <|Q|>\u201cbut perhaps, as you say, she is your guest. Well, I submit. My disappointment has been deep with regard to Miss Gilroy.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhether you are disappointed in me or not, please try to enlighten me by your recitation,\u201d said Leslie, \u201cfor I should enjoy it of all things.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_94": "\u201cShe would not appreciate,\u201d said Belle; \u201cbut perhaps, as you say, she is your guest. Well, I submit. My disappointment has been deep with regard to Miss Gilroy.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhether you are disappointed in me or not, please try to enlighten me by your recitation,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie, \u201cfor I should enjoy it of all things.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t suppose for a single instant you will care for it; but I will do my duty. A word may sink in, a tone may have an effect; there is never any saying. A suitable stanza occurs to me. I am about to quote from the great work of Samuel Daniel, who was born at Taunton, in Somersetshire, in 1562, and died in 1619. His \u2018History of the Civil Wars between York and Lancaster,\u2019 in eight books, was first published in 1595. The highest quality of his verse is a quiet, pensive reflection. Now, pray, listen. The poem, a stanza of which I will recite, is called \u2018Musophilus.\u2019 It is addressed to \u2018Philocoslus,\u2019 a lover of the world. Musophilus is a lover of the Muse. It commences thus \u2014 \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_96": "\u201cWe had better stop rowing,\u201d said Eileen. The girls shipped their oars and bent forward. Belle, with a theatrical gesture, and a flinging up of her right hand, commenced:\n\n<|Q|>\u201c\u2018Either Truth, Goodness, Virtue are not still The self-same which they are, and always one, But alter to the project of our will; Or we our actions make them wait upon, Putting them in the livery of our skill, And cast them off again when we have done.\u2019\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHere Belle raised herself in the boat.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_95": "\u201cShe would not appreciate,\u201d said Belle; \u201cbut perhaps, as you say, she is your guest. Well, I submit. My disappointment has been deep with regard to Miss Gilroy.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhether you are disappointed in me or not, please try to enlighten me by your recitation,\u201d said Leslie, <|Q|>\u201cfor I should enjoy it of all things.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t suppose for a single instant you will care for it; but I will do my duty. A word may sink in, a tone may have an effect; there is never any saying. A suitable stanza occurs to me. I am about to quote from the great work of Samuel Daniel, who was born at Taunton, in Somersetshire, in 1562, and died in 1619. His \u2018History of the Civil Wars between York and Lancaster,\u2019 in eight books, was first published in 1595. The highest quality of his verse is a quiet, pensive reflection. Now, pray, listen. The poem, a stanza of which I will recite, is called \u2018Musophilus.\u2019 It is addressed to \u2018Philocoslus,\u2019 a lover of the world. Musophilus is a lover of the Muse. It commences thus \u2014 \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_16": "\u201cWe have both been talking about you. Cosette loves you so dearly! You must not forget that you have a chamber here, We want nothing more to do with the Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9. We will have no more of it at all. How could you go to live in a street like that, which is sickly, which is disagreeable, which is ugly, which has a barrier at one end, where one is cold, and into which one cannot enter? You are to come and install yourself here. And this very day. Or you will have to deal with Cosette. She means to lead us all by the nose, I warn you. You have your own chamber here, it is close to ours, it opens on the garden; the trouble with the clock has been attended to, the bed is made, it is all ready, you have only to take possession of it. Near your bed Cosette has placed a huge, old, easy-chair covered with Utrecht velvet and she has said to it: \u2018Stretch out your arms to him.\u2019 A nightingale comes to the clump of acacias opposite your windows, every spring. In two months more you will have it. You will have its nest on your left and ours on your right. By night it will sing, and by day Cosette will prattle. Your chamber faces due South. Cosette will arrange your books for you, your Voyages of Captain Cook and the other, \u2014 Vancouver\u2019s and all your affairs. I believe that there is a little valise to which you are attached, I have fixed upon a corner of honor for that. You have conquered my grandfather, you suit him. We will live together. Do you play whist? you will overwhelm my grandfather with delight if you play whist. It is you who shall take Cosette to walk on the days when I am at the courts, you shall give her your arm, you know, as you used to, in the Luxembourg. We are absolutely resolved to be happy. And you shall be included in it, in our happiness, do you hear, father? Come, will you breakfast with us to-day?\u201d\n\n\u201cSir,\u201d said Jean Valjean, <|Q|>\u201cI have something to say to you. I am an ex-convict.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe limit of shrill sounds perceptible can be overleaped, as well in the case of the mind as in that of the ear. These words: \u201cI am an ex-convict,\u201d proceeding from the mouth of M. Fauchelevent and entering the ear of Marius overshot the possible. It seemed to him that something had just been said to him; but he did not know what. He stood with his mouth wide open.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_98": "Here Belle raised herself in the boat.\n\n\u201cFor goodness\u2019 sake, sit still, or we\u2019ll be upset,\u201d said Lettie. <|Q|>\u201cIn addition to poetry of the Middle Ages, a ducking is more than I am prepared for.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBelle reseated herself, made an impatient gesture, pushed back her mushroom hat, and resumed:", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_41": "\u201cThen had not you better come down to the quay. I told the other girls I would bring you. The boat we are to have this afternoon is the Merry Alice. Did you pass your swimming test well?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI passed it last week, and was crowned with honors,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie with a merry smile. All her usual good spirits returned when she was out in the open air. The other girls came up, and Belle was duly presented to Leslie Gilroy. Belle was in a dark-brown zephyr dress, made in the simplest fashion, and a leather belt encircled her waist. On her head was a brown hat, mushroom-shaped, trimmed with a plain band of ribbon of the same color. She was drawing brown cotton gloves on her hands when the introduction to Leslie was made.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_100": "\u201c\u2018And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world; which with a few Do ever live, and move, and work, and stir. This is the heart doth feel, and only know; The rest of all that only bodies bear, Roll up and down, and fill up but the row.\u2019\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cVery fine, indeed,\u201d<|Q|> said Lettie; \u201cand I quite see the allusion to myself. I am one of those who but a body bear, roll up and down, and fill up but the row.\u201d\n\nTo this remark Belle did not deign any reply. She now turned again to Leslie.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_22": "\u201cWhat is the meaning of this?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe meaning of it is,\u201d<|Q|> replied Jean Valjean, \u201cthat I have been in the galleys.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are driving me mad!\u201d exclaimed Marius in terror.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_23": "\u201cWhat is the meaning of this?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe meaning of it is,\u201d replied Jean Valjean, <|Q|>\u201cthat I have been in the galleys.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou are driving me mad!\u201d exclaimed Marius in terror.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_75": "\u201cA vast deal, for it shows the real inclination of the soul. Is the soul going to steep itself in luxury, or is it going to cast away all hindrances, and run its race in fullness, in power? Is it to be clogged and hindered? Speak; don\u2019t keep me in suspense. How have you furnished your room?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy half-room \u2014 I only possess half a room \u2014 was furnished for me by the governors of the college,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie. \u201cIt is true that I have added a few things, for I like pretty rooms. I like to look nice myself. My mother has always taught me to pay a great deal of attention to personal appearance.\u201d\n\nBelle heaved a deep sigh, and became instantly silent.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_104": "\u201cNotwithstanding the disappointment you gave me with regard to your room,\u201d she said, \u201cI have not the slightest doubt that you understand what Musophilus alludes to?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo a certain extent, yes,\u201d<|Q|> replied Leslie.\n\nBelle stretched out her hand.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_26": "\u201cYou are driving me mad!\u201d exclaimed Marius in terror.\n\n\u201cMonsieur Pontmercy,\u201d said Jean Valjean, <|Q|>\u201cI was nineteen years in the galleys. For theft. Then, I was condemned for life for theft, for a second offence. At the present moment, I have broken my ban.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIn vain did Marius recoil before the reality, refuse the fact, resist the evidence, he was forced to give way. He began to understand, and, as always happens in such cases, he understood too much. An inward shudder of hideous enlightenment flashed through him; an idea which made him quiver traversed his mind. He caught a glimpse of a wretched destiny for himself in the future.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_11_anstey_64kb_101": "So the little shake which Winifred had given the table was enough to make Ethelinda roll quietly over the edge of the platform, and the jester, who never was very firm on his legs, fall forward on his face the next moment, exactly where she had lain -- and either the fairy or the handkerchief over his face prevented Archie from finding out the exchange in time.\n\nArchie tried to defend himself: 'I think she looks better with her hair cut short,' he said; <|Q|>'lots of girls wear it like that. And, don't you see, Winnie, this has been a plot got up by the jester; Ethelinda was innocent all the time, and he's just nicely caught in his own trap.... That -- that's the surprise!'<|Q|>\n\n'I don't believe you one bit!' said Winifred. 'You had no business to cut even my jester's head off, but you meant to do much worse! I won't play with you any more, and I shan't forgive you till the very day you go back to school!'", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_107": "Leslie promised.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, how could you?\u201d<|Q|> whispered Lettie. \u201cI pity you from my soul; you have done for yourself now.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t pity myself,\u201d answered Leslie. \u201cI am certain Miss Acheson has some fine ideas; and that I shall derive benefit from a conversation with her.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_27": "In vain did Marius recoil before the reality, refuse the fact, resist the evidence, he was forced to give way. He began to understand, and, as always happens in such cases, he understood too much. An inward shudder of hideous enlightenment flashed through him; an idea which made him quiver traversed his mind. He caught a glimpse of a wretched destiny for himself in the future.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSay all, say all!\u201d<|Q|> he cried. \u201cYou are Cosette\u2019s father!\u201d\n\nAnd he retreated a couple of paces with a movement of indescribable horror.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_28": "In vain did Marius recoil before the reality, refuse the fact, resist the evidence, he was forced to give way. He began to understand, and, as always happens in such cases, he understood too much. An inward shudder of hideous enlightenment flashed through him; an idea which made him quiver traversed his mind. He caught a glimpse of a wretched destiny for himself in the future.\n\n\u201cSay all, say all!\u201d he cried. <|Q|>\u201cYou are Cosette\u2019s father!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd he retreated a couple of paces with a movement of indescribable horror.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_1": "The days that follow weddings are solitary. People respect the meditations of the happy pair. And also, their tardy slumbers, to some degree. The tumult of visits and congratulations only begins later on. On the morning of the 17th of February, it was a little past midday when Basque, with napkin and feather-duster under his arm, busy in setting his antechamber to rights, heard a light tap at the door. There had been no ring, which was discreet on such a day. Basque opened the door, and beheld M. Fauchelevent. He introduced him into the drawing-room, still encumbered and topsy-turvy, and which bore the air of a field of battle after the joys of the preceding evening.\n\n\u201cDame, sir,\u201d remarked Basque, <|Q|>\u201cwe all woke up late.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIs your master up?\u201d asked Jean Valjean.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_85": "\u201cBelle,\u201d said Marjorie, \u201cwhat are you doing now? You are saying something; what is it?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhen my nerves are ruffled, I always find that recitation is the greatest help to me,\u201d said Belle. <|Q|>\u201cI am reciting at the present moment a poem from one of our great writers. The frivolous fact that I am out on the water, being rowed by you and Eileen, that I am wasting some of the precious hours of a golden day, must be counteracted as far as possible. But stay; would you two girls,\u201d<|Q|> here she glanced at Marjorie and Eileen, purposely avoiding both Leslie and Lettie, \u201cwould you two like me to recite aloud the poem in question?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, for goodness\u2019 sake, no!\u201d cried Lettie; \u201cthat would be quite the last straw.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_83": "\u201cFor goodness\u2019 sake, don\u2019t let her hear you. Her eyes are closed for the present, and she is only muttering to herself. What a comfort if she remains in that state for the rest of our row!\u201d\n\n\u201cBelle,\u201d said Marjorie, <|Q|>\u201cwhat are you doing now? You are saying something; what is it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhen my nerves are ruffled, I always find that recitation is the greatest help to me,\u201d said Belle. \u201cI am reciting at the present moment a poem from one of our great writers. The frivolous fact that I am out on the water, being rowed by you and Eileen, that I am wasting some of the precious hours of a golden day, must be counteracted as far as possible. But stay; would you two girls,\u201d here she glanced at Marjorie and Eileen, purposely avoiding both Leslie and Lettie,", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_4": "\u201cHow is Monsieur\u2019s arm?\u201d replied Basque.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBetter. Is your master up?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhich one? the old one or the new one?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_37": "He drew a painful breath, and hurled this final word:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIn days gone by, I stole a loaf of bread in order to live; to-day, in order to live, I will not steal a name.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTo live!\u201d interrupted Marius. \u201cYou do not need that name in order to live?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_5": "\u201cBetter. Is your master up?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhich one? the old one or the new one?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMonsieur Pontmercy.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_6": "\u201cWhich one? the old one or the new one?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur Pontmercy.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMonsieur le Baron,\u201d said Basque, drawing himself up.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_41": "He took up his march again, and walked to the other end of the drawing-room. At the moment when he turned round, he perceived that Marius was watching his walk. Then he said, with an inexpressible intonation:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI drag my leg a little. Now you understand why!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThen he turned fully round towards Marius:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_10": "A man is a Baron most of all to his servants. He counts for something with them; they are what a philosopher would call, bespattered with the title, and that flatters them. Marius, be it said in passing, a militant republican as he had proved, was now a Baron in spite of himself. A small revolution had taken place in the family in connection with this title. It was now M. Gillenormand who clung to it, and Marius who detached himself from it. But Colonel Pontmercy had written: \u201cMy son will bear my title.\u201d Marius obeyed. And then, Cosette, in whom the woman was beginning to dawn, was delighted to be a Baroness.\n\n\u201cMonsieur le Baron?\u201d repeated Basque. <|Q|>\u201cI will go and see. I will tell him that M. Fauchelevent is here.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo. Do not tell him that it is I. Tell him that some one wishes to speak to him in private, and mention no name.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_9": "A man is a Baron most of all to his servants. He counts for something with them; they are what a philosopher would call, bespattered with the title, and that flatters them. Marius, be it said in passing, a militant republican as he had proved, was now a Baron in spite of himself. A small revolution had taken place in the family in connection with this title. It was now M. Gillenormand who clung to it, and Marius who detached himself from it. But Colonel Pontmercy had written: \u201cMy son will bear my title.\u201d Marius obeyed. And then, Cosette, in whom the woman was beginning to dawn, was delighted to be a Baroness.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur le Baron?\u201d<|Q|> repeated Basque. \u201cI will go and see. I will tell him that M. Fauchelevent is here.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. Do not tell him that it is I. Tell him that some one wishes to speak to him in private, and mention no name.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_12": "\u201cAh!\u201d ejaculated Basque.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI wish to surprise him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh!\u201d ejaculated Basque once more, emitting his second \u201cah!\u201d as an explanation of the first.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_13": "Marius entered, his head well up, his mouth smiling, an indescribable light on his countenance, his brow expanded, his eyes triumphant. He had not slept either.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is you, father!\u201d<|Q|> he exclaimed, on catching sight of Jean Valjean; \u201cthat idiot of a Basque had such a mysterious air! But you have come too early. It is only half past twelve. Cosette is asleep.\u201d\n\nThat word: \u201cFather,\u201d said to M. Fauchelevent by Marius, signified: supreme felicity. There had always existed, as the reader knows, a lofty wall, a coldness and a constraint between them; ice which must be broken or melted. Marius had reached that point of intoxication when the wall was lowered, when the ice dissolved, and when M. Fauchelevent was to him, as to Cosette, a father.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_11": "\u201cMonsieur le Baron?\u201d repeated Basque. \u201cI will go and see. I will tell him that M. Fauchelevent is here.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo. Do not tell him that it is I. Tell him that some one wishes to speak to him in private, and mention no name.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh!\u201d ejaculated Basque.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_48": "\u201cMy grandfather has friends,\u201d said Marius; \u201cI will procure your pardon.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is useless,\u201d replied Jean Valjean. <|Q|>\u201cI am believed to be dead, and that suffices. The dead are not subjected to surveillance. They are supposed to rot in peace. Death is the same thing as pardon.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd, disengaging the hand which Marius held, he added, with a sort of inexorable dignity:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_15": "He continued: his words poured forth, as is the peculiarity of divine paroxysms of joy.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow glad I am to see you! If you only knew how we missed you yesterday! Good morning, father. How is your hand? Better, is it not?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd, satisfied with the favorable reply which he had made to himself, he pursued:", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_67": "She almost glared into Leslie\u2019s face.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMiss Gilroy, whatever happens, I cannot but be myself.\u201d<|Q|> As she spoke she started forward, and laid one of her very thin large angular hands on Leslie\u2019s arm. The hand clutched the slight round arm so firmly that it was with difficulty poor Leslie could suppress a scream.\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d continued Belle; \u201cI can stand things as they are no longer. Even my own familiar friends turn from me. Do you think I want to deceive you? Do you think for one single instant I want you to suppose that I am other than what I am \u2014 a girl, nay, a woman, whose aim in life is to dig deep into the vast mines of the mighty past, those great mines which have been left to us by the dead and gone. I want to acquire \u2014 why, do you suppose? In order to help my fellow-creatures, in order to impress upon them the greatness of eternity and the frivolity of time, in order, when I really pass away, that I may leave footprints behind me on the sands of time.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_18": "Jean Valjean untied the black cravat which supported his right arm, unrolled the linen from around his hand, bared his thumb and showed it to Marius.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere is nothing the matter with my hand,\u201d<|Q|> said he.\n\nMarius looked at the thumb.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_17": "\u201cSir,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cI have something to say to you. I am an ex-convict.\u201d\n\nThe limit of shrill sounds perceptible can be overleaped, as well in the case of the mind as in that of the ear. These words: <|Q|>\u201cI am an ex-convict,\u201d<|Q|> proceeding from the mouth of M. Fauchelevent and entering the ear of Marius overshot the possible. It seemed to him that something had just been said to him; but he did not know what. He stood with his mouth wide open.\n\nThen he perceived that the man who was addressing him was frightful. Wholly absorbed in his own dazzled state, he had not, up to that moment, observed the other man\u2019s terrible pallor.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_19": "Marius looked at the thumb.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere has not been anything the matter with it,\u201d<|Q|> went on Jean Valjean.\n\nThere was, in fact, no trace of any injury.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_101": "\u201c\u2018And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world; which with a few Do ever live, and move, and work, and stir. This is the heart doth feel, and only know; The rest of all that only bodies bear, Roll up and down, and fill up but the row.\u2019\u201d\n\n\u201cVery fine, indeed,\u201d said Lettie; <|Q|>\u201cand I quite see the allusion to myself. I am one of those who but a body bear, roll up and down, and fill up but the row.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nTo this remark Belle did not deign any reply. She now turned again to Leslie.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_21": "Marius stammered.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat is the meaning of this?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThe meaning of it is,\u201d replied Jean Valjean, \u201cthat I have been in the galleys.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_74": "\u201cBut I cannot imagine what that has to do with it,\u201d said Leslie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cA vast deal, for it shows the real inclination of the soul. Is the soul going to steep itself in luxury, or is it going to cast away all hindrances, and run its race in fullness, in power? Is it to be clogged and hindered? Speak; don\u2019t keep me in suspense. How have you furnished your room?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMy half-room \u2014 I only possess half a room \u2014 was furnished for me by the governors of the college,\u201d said Leslie. \u201cIt is true that I have added a few things, for I like pretty rooms. I like to look nice myself. My mother has always taught me to pay a great deal of attention to personal appearance.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_24": "\u201cThe meaning of it is,\u201d replied Jean Valjean, \u201cthat I have been in the galleys.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou are driving me mad!\u201d<|Q|> exclaimed Marius in terror.\n\n\u201cMonsieur Pontmercy,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cI was nineteen years in the galleys. For theft. Then, I was condemned for life for theft, for a second offence. At the present moment, I have broken my ban.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_25": "\u201cYou are driving me mad!\u201d exclaimed Marius in terror.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur Pontmercy,\u201d<|Q|> said Jean Valjean, \u201cI was nineteen years in the galleys. For theft. Then, I was condemned for life for theft, for a second offence. At the present moment, I have broken my ban.\u201d\n\nIn vain did Marius recoil before the reality, refuse the fact, resist the evidence, he was forced to give way. He began to understand, and, as always happens in such cases, he understood too much. An inward shudder of hideous enlightenment flashed through him; an idea which made him quiver traversed his mind. He caught a glimpse of a wretched destiny for himself in the future.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_106": "Belle stretched out her hand.\n\n\u201cI believe I shall win you,\u201d she cried. <|Q|>\u201cCome to my room to-morrow; I shall see you alone. Don\u2019t fail to be with me between half-past two and three.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nLeslie promised.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_29": "Jean Valjean elevated his head with so much majesty of attitude that he seemed to grow even to the ceiling.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is necessary that you should believe me here, sir; although our oath to others may not be received in law . . .\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHere he paused, then, with a sort of sovereign and sepulchral authority, he added, articulating slowly, and emphasizing the syllables:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_62": "\u201cI tell you that we are talking business, go, my little Cosette, leave us alone for a moment. We are talking figures. That will bore you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou have a charming cravat on this morning, Marius. You are very dandified, monseigneur. No, it will not bore me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI assure you that it will bore you.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_108": "Leslie promised.\n\n\u201cOh, how could you?\u201d whispered Lettie. <|Q|>\u201cI pity you from my soul; you have done for yourself now.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t pity myself,\u201d answered Leslie. \u201cI am certain Miss Acheson has some fine ideas; and that I shall derive benefit from a conversation with her.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_31": "Marius stammered:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWho will prove that to me?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI. Since I tell you so.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_32": "\u201cWho will prove that to me?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI. Since I tell you so.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarius looked at the man. He was melancholy yet tranquil. No lie could proceed from such a calm. That which is icy is sincere. The truth could be felt in that chill of the tomb.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_33": "We have all undergone moments of trouble in which everything within us is dispersed; we say the first things that occur to us, which are not always precisely those which should be said. There are sudden revelations which one cannot bear, and which intoxicate like baleful wine. Marius was stupefied by the novel situation which presented itself to him, to the point of addressing that man almost like a person who was angry with him for this avowal.\n\n\u201cBut why,\u201d he exclaimed, <|Q|>\u201cdo you tell me all this? Who forces you to do so? You could have kept your secret to yourself. You are neither denounced, nor tracked nor pursued. You have a reason for wantonly making such a revelation. Conclude. There is something more. In what connection do you make this confession? What is your motive?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMy motive?\u201d replied Jean Valjean in a voice so low and dull that one would have said that he was talking to himself rather than to Marius. \u201cFrom what motive, in fact, has this convict just said \u2018I am a convict\u2019? Well, yes! the motive is strange. It is out of honesty. Stay, the unfortunate point is that I have a thread in my heart, which keeps me fast. It is when one is old that that sort of thread is particularly solid. All life falls in ruin around one; one resists. Had I been able to tear out that thread, to break it, to undo the knot or to cut it, to go far away, I should have been safe. I had only to go away; there are diligences in the Rue Bouloy; you are happy; I am going. I have tried to break that thread, I have jerked at it, it would not break, I tore my heart with it. Then I said: \u2018I cannot live anywhere else than here.\u2019 I must stay. Well, yes, you are right, I am a fool, why not simply remain here? You offer me a chamber in this house, Madame Pontmercy is sincerely attached to me, she said to the armchair: \u2018Stretch out your arms to him,\u2019 your grandfather demands nothing better than to have me, I suit him, we shall live together, and take our meals in common, I shall give Cosette my arm . . . Madame Pontmercy, excuse me, it is a habit, we shall have but one roof, one table, one fire, the same chimney-corner in winter, the same promenade in summer, that is joy, that is happiness, that is everything. We shall live as one family. One family!\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_66": "\u201cYou are my beloved Cosette! Impossible.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cImpossible!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_35": "And, seizing a handful of his own coat by the nape of the neck and extending it towards Marius:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo you see that fist?\u201d<|Q|> he continued. \u201cDon\u2019t you think that it holds that collar in such a wise as not to release it? Well! conscience is another grasp! If one desires to be happy, sir, one must never understand duty; for, as soon as one has comprehended it, it is implacable. One would say that it punished you for comprehending it; but no, it rewards you; for it places you in a hell, where you feel God beside you. One has no sooner lacerated his own entrails than he is at peace with himself.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_69": "\u201cI swear to you, that it is indispensable that we should be alone.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, am I anybody?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nJean Valjean had not uttered a single word. Cosette turned to him:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_39": "\u201cTo live!\u201d interrupted Marius. \u201cYou do not need that name in order to live?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh! I understand the matter,\u201d<|Q|> said Jean Valjean, raising and lowering his head several times in succession.\n\nA silence ensued. Both held their peace, each plunged in a gulf of thoughts. Marius was sitting near a table and resting the corner of his mouth on one of his fingers, which was folded back. Jean Valjean was pacing to and fro. He paused before a mirror, and remained motionless. Then, as though replying to some inward course of reasoning, he said, as he gazed at the mirror, which he did not see:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_38": "\u201cIn days gone by, I stole a loaf of bread in order to live; to-day, in order to live, I will not steal a name.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo live!\u201d interrupted Marius. <|Q|>\u201cYou do not need that name in order to live?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh! I understand the matter,\u201d said Jean Valjean, raising and lowering his head several times in succession.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_89": "\u201cOh, for goodness\u2019 sake, no!\u201d cried Lettie; \u201cthat would be quite the last straw.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t think,\u201d said Belle glancing in Lettie\u2019s direction, <|Q|>\u201cthat the remark of the young person who holds the tiller-ropes ought to be considered. What do you two say?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOf course Eileen and I would like it very much,\u201d said Marjorie; \u201cbut Leslie is our guest, and we must consult her.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_43": "Again he paused; Marius had sprung to his feet with a shudder. Jean Valjean resumed:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat do you say to that?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarius\u2019 silence answered for him.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_75": "Jean Valjean obeyed. It was the smile of a spectre.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNow, defend me against my husband.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCosette! . . .\u201d ejaculated Marius.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_45": "But Marius was obliged to step up and take that hand which was not offered, Jean Valjean let him have his own way, and it seemed to Marius that he pressed a hand of marble.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy grandfather has friends,\u201d<|Q|> said Marius; \u201cI will procure your pardon.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is useless,\u201d replied Jean Valjean. \u201cI am believed to be dead, and that suffices. The dead are not subjected to surveillance. They are supposed to rot in peace. Death is the same thing as pardon.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_47": "\u201cMy grandfather has friends,\u201d said Marius; \u201cI will procure your pardon.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is useless,\u201d<|Q|> replied Jean Valjean. \u201cI am believed to be dead, and that suffices. The dead are not subjected to surveillance. They are supposed to rot in peace. Death is the same thing as pardon.\u201d\n\nAnd, disengaging the hand which Marius held, he added, with a sort of inexorable dignity:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_76": "\u201cCosette! . . .\u201d ejaculated Marius.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGet angry, father. Say that I must stay. You can certainly talk before me. So you think me very silly. What you say is astonishing! business, placing money in a bank a great matter truly. Men make mysteries out of nothing. I am very pretty this morning. Look at me, Marius.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd with an adorable shrug of the shoulders, and an indescribably exquisite pout, she glanced at Marius.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_78": "And they fell irresistibly into each other\u2019s arms.\n\n\u201cNow,\u201d said Cosette, adjusting a fold of her dressing-gown, with a triumphant little grimace, <|Q|>\u201cI shall stay.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, not that,\u201d said Marius, in a supplicating tone. \u201cWe have to finish something.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_77": "\u201cI love you!\u201d said Marius.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI adore you!\u201d<|Q|> said Cosette.\n\nAnd they fell irresistibly into each other\u2019s arms.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_51": "Cosette, who was radiant, continued to gaze at both of them. There was something in her eyes like gleams of paradise.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have caught you in the very act,\u201d<|Q|> said Cosette. \u201cJust now, I heard my father Fauchelevent through the door saying: \u2018Conscience . . . doing my duty . . .\u2019 That is politics, indeed it is. I will not have it. People should not talk politics the very next day. It is not right.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are mistaken. Cosette,\u201d said Marius, \u201cwe are talking business. We are discussing the best investment of your six hundred thousand francs . . .\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_50": "At that moment, a door at the other end of the drawing-room opened gently half way, and in the opening Cosette\u2019s head appeared. They saw only her sweet face, her hair was in charming disorder, her eyelids were still swollen with sleep. She made the movement of a bird, which thrusts its head out of its nest, glanced first at her husband, then at Jean Valjean, and cried to them with a smile, so that they seemed to behold a smile at the heart of a rose:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI will wager that you are talking politics. How stupid that is, instead of being with me!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nJean Valjean shuddered.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_53": "\u201cI have caught you in the very act,\u201d said Cosette. \u201cJust now, I heard my father Fauchelevent through the door saying: \u2018Conscience . . . doing my duty . . .\u2019 That is politics, indeed it is. I will not have it. People should not talk politics the very next day. It is not right.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou are mistaken. Cosette,\u201d<|Q|> said Marius, \u201cwe are talking business. We are discussing the best investment of your six hundred thousand francs . . .\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is not it at all,\u201d interrupted Cosette. \u201cI am coming. Does anybody want me here?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_54": "\u201cI have caught you in the very act,\u201d said Cosette. \u201cJust now, I heard my father Fauchelevent through the door saying: \u2018Conscience . . . doing my duty . . .\u2019 That is politics, indeed it is. I will not have it. People should not talk politics the very next day. It is not right.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are mistaken. Cosette,\u201d said Marius, <|Q|>\u201cwe are talking business. We are discussing the best investment of your six hundred thousand francs . . .\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat is not it at all,\u201d interrupted Cosette. \u201cI am coming. Does anybody want me here?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_55": "\u201cYou are mistaken. Cosette,\u201d said Marius, \u201cwe are talking business. We are discussing the best investment of your six hundred thousand francs . . .\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat is not it at all,\u201d<|Q|> interrupted Cosette. \u201cI am coming. Does anybody want me here?\u201d\n\nAnd, passing resolutely through the door, she entered the drawing-room. She was dressed in a voluminous white dressing-gown, with a thousand folds and large sleeves which, starting from the neck, fell to her feet. In the golden heavens of some ancient gothic pictures, there are these charming sacks fit to clothe the angels.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_56": "\u201cYou are mistaken. Cosette,\u201d said Marius, \u201cwe are talking business. We are discussing the best investment of your six hundred thousand francs . . .\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is not it at all,\u201d interrupted Cosette. <|Q|>\u201cI am coming. Does anybody want me here?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd, passing resolutely through the door, she entered the drawing-room. She was dressed in a voluminous white dressing-gown, with a thousand folds and large sleeves which, starting from the neck, fell to her feet. In the golden heavens of some ancient gothic pictures, there are these charming sacks fit to clothe the angels.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_88": "\u201cOh! would that I could die!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBe at your ease,\u201d<|Q|> said Marius, \u201cI will keep your secret for myself alone.\u201d\n\nAnd, less touched, perhaps, than he ought to have been, but forced, for the last hour, to familiarize himself with something as unexpected as it was dreadful, gradually beholding the convict superposed before his very eyes, upon M. Fauchelevent, overcome, little by little, by that lugubrious reality, and led, by the natural inclination of the situation, to recognize the space which had just been placed between that man and himself, Marius added:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_57": "She contemplated herself from head to foot in a long mirror, then exclaimed, in an outburst of ineffable ecstasy:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere was once a King and a Queen. Oh! how happy I am!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThat said, she made a curtsey to Marius and to Jean Valjean.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_59": "Marius took her by the arm and said lovingly to her:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWe are talking business.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBy the way,\u201d said Cosette, \u201cI have opened my window, a flock of pierrots has arrived in the garden, \u2014 Birds, not maskers. To-day is Ash-Wednesday; but not for the birds.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_61": "\u201cBy the way,\u201d said Cosette, \u201cI have opened my window, a flock of pierrots has arrived in the garden, \u2014 Birds, not maskers. To-day is Ash-Wednesday; but not for the birds.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI tell you that we are talking business, go, my little Cosette, leave us alone for a moment. We are talking figures. That will bore you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou have a charming cravat on this morning, Marius. You are very dandified, monseigneur. No, it will not bore me.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_60": "\u201cWe are talking business.\u201d\n\n\u201cBy the way,\u201d said Cosette, <|Q|>\u201cI have opened my window, a flock of pierrots has arrived in the garden, \u2014 Birds, not maskers. To-day is Ash-Wednesday; but not for the birds.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI tell you that we are talking business, go, my little Cosette, leave us alone for a moment. We are talking figures. That will bore you.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_0": "The days that follow weddings are solitary. People respect the meditations of the happy pair. And also, their tardy slumbers, to some degree. The tumult of visits and congratulations only begins later on. On the morning of the 17th of February, it was a little past midday when Basque, with napkin and feather-duster under his arm, busy in setting his antechamber to rights, heard a light tap at the door. There had been no ring, which was discreet on such a day. Basque opened the door, and beheld M. Fauchelevent. He introduced him into the drawing-room, still encumbered and topsy-turvy, and which bore the air of a field of battle after the joys of the preceding evening.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDame, sir,\u201d<|Q|> remarked Basque, \u201cwe all woke up late.\u201d\n\n\u201cIs your master up?\u201d asked Jean Valjean.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_95": "\u201cI think that would be better,\u201d replied Marius coldly.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI shall never see her more,\u201d<|Q|> murmured Jean Valjean. And he directed his steps towards the door.\n\nHe laid his hand on the knob, the latch yielded, the door opened. Jean Valjean pushed it open far enough to pass through, stood motionless for a second, then closed the door again and turned to Marius.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_64": "\u201cI assure you that it will bore you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo. Since it is you. I shall not understand you, but I shall listen to you. When one hears the voices of those whom one loves, one does not need to understand the words that they utter. That we should be here together \u2014 that is all that I desire. I shall remain with you, bah!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou are my beloved Cosette! Impossible.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_98": "\u201cYou shall come every evening,\u201d said Marius, \u201cand Cosette will be waiting for you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou are kind, sir,\u201d<|Q|> said Jean Valjean.\n\nMarius saluted Jean Valjean, happiness escorted despair to the door, and these two men parted.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_63": "\u201cYou have a charming cravat on this morning, Marius. You are very dandified, monseigneur. No, it will not bore me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI assure you that it will bore you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo. Since it is you. I shall not understand you, but I shall listen to you. When one hears the voices of those whom one loves, one does not need to understand the words that they utter. That we should be here together \u2014 that is all that I desire. I shall remain with you, bah!\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_97": "\u201cStay, sir,\u201d he said. \u201cIf you will allow it, I will come to see her. I assure you that I desire it greatly. If I had not cared to see Cosette, I should not have made to you the confession that I have made, I should have gone away; but, as I desired to remain in the place where Cosette is, and to continue to see her, I had to tell you about it honestly. You follow my reasoning, do you not? it is a matter easily understood. You see, I have had her with me for more than nine years. We lived first in that hut on the boulevard, then in the convent, then near the Luxembourg. That was where you saw her for the first time. You remember her blue plush hat. Then we went to the Quartier des Invalides, where there was a railing on a garden, the Rue Plumet. I lived in a little back court-yard, whence I could hear her piano. That was my life. We never left each other. That lasted for nine years and some months. I was like her own father, and she was my child. I do not know whether you understand, Monsieur Pontmercy, but to go away now, never to see her again, never to speak to her again, to no longer have anything, would be hard. If you do not disapprove of it, I will come to see Cosette from time to time. I will not come often. I will not remain long. You shall give orders that I am to be received in the little waiting-room. On the ground floor. I could enter perfectly well by the back door, but that might create surprise perhaps, and it would be better, I think, for me to enter by the usual door. Truly, sir, I should like to see a little more of Cosette. As rarely as you please. Put yourself in my place, I have nothing left but that. And then, we must be cautious. If I no longer come at all, it would produce a bad effect, it would be considered singular. What I can do, by the way, is to come in the afternoon, when night is beginning to fall.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou shall come every evening,\u201d said Marius, <|Q|>\u201cand Cosette will be waiting for you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou are kind, sir,\u201d said Jean Valjean.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_0": "When it was the Seventy-second Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Nuzhat Al-Zaman heard her brother reciting, she called the Chief Eunuch and said to him, <|Q|>\"Go, fetch me the man who is repeating this poetry!\"<|Q|> Replied he, \"Of a truth I heard him not and I wot him not and folks are all sleeping.\" But she said, \"Whomsoever thou seest awake, he is the reciter.\" So he went, yet found none on wake save the Stoker; for Zau al-Makan was still insensible, and when his companion saw the Eunuch standing by his head he was afraid of him. Then said the Eunuch, \"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_70": "Jean Valjean had not uttered a single word. Cosette turned to him:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIn the first place, father, I want you to come and embrace me. What do you mean by not saying anything instead of taking my part? who gave me such a father as that? You must perceive that my family life is very unhappy. My husband beats me. Come, embrace me instantly.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nJean Valjean approached.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_2": "When it was the Seventy-second Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Nuzhat Al-Zaman heard her brother reciting, she called the Chief Eunuch and said to him, \"Go, fetch me the man who is repeating this poetry!\" Replied he, \"Of a truth I heard him not and I wot him not and folks are all sleeping.\" But she said, <|Q|>\"Whomsoever thou seest awake, he is the reciter.\"<|Q|> So he went, yet found none on wake save the Stoker; for Zau al-Makan was still insensible, and when his companion saw the Eunuch standing by his head he was afraid of him. Then said the Eunuch, \"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him?\" The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied, \"By Allah, 'twas not I", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_71": "Cosette turned toward Marius.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAs for you, I shall make a face at you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThen she presented her brow to Jean Valjean.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_72": "Cosette recoiled.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFather, you are pale. Does your arm hurt you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt is well,\u201d said Jean Valjean.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_74": "\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cEmbrace me if you are well, if you sleep well, if you are content, I will not scold you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd again she offered him her brow.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_46": "But Marius was obliged to step up and take that hand which was not offered, Jean Valjean let him have his own way, and it seemed to Marius that he pressed a hand of marble.\n\n\u201cMy grandfather has friends,\u201d said Marius; <|Q|>\u201cI will procure your pardon.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt is useless,\u201d replied Jean Valjean. \u201cI am believed to be dead, and that suffices. The dead are not subjected to surveillance. They are supposed to rot in peace. Death is the same thing as pardon.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_14": "Marius entered, his head well up, his mouth smiling, an indescribable light on his countenance, his brow expanded, his eyes triumphant. He had not slept either.\n\n\u201cIt is you, father!\u201d he exclaimed, on catching sight of Jean Valjean; <|Q|>\u201cthat idiot of a Basque had such a mysterious air! But you have come too early. It is only half past twelve. Cosette is asleep.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThat word: \u201cFather,\u201d said to M. Fauchelevent by Marius, signified: supreme felicity. There had always existed, as the reader knows, a lofty wall, a coldness and a constraint between them; ice which must be broken or melted. Marius had reached that point of intoxication when the wall was lowered, when the ice dissolved, and when M. Fauchelevent was to him, as to Cosette, a father.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_10": "\"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"; so he answered, \"By Allah, I know not who it was.\" Said the Eunuch, \"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him.\" \"By Allah,\" replied the Fireman, \"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him!\" Quoth the Eunuch, <|Q|>\"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand.\"<|Q|> Said the Fireman, \"Go thou back and I will bring him to thee.\" So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her, \"None knoweth who it was; it must have been some passer by, some wayfarer.\" And she was silent. Meanwhile, Zau al-Makan came to himself and saw that the moon had reached the middle Heavens; the breath of the dawn breeze[FN#310] breathed upon him and his heart was moved to longing and sadness; so he cleared his throat and was about to recite verses, when the Fire man asked him,", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_49": "And, disengaging the hand which Marius held, he added, with a sort of inexorable dignity:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMoreover, the friend to whom I have recourse is the doing of my duty; and I need but one pardon, that of my conscience.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAt that moment, a door at the other end of the drawing-room opened gently half way, and in the opening Cosette\u2019s head appeared. They saw only her sweet face, her hair was in charming disorder, her eyelids were still swollen with sleep. She made the movement of a bird, which thrusts its head out of its nest, glanced first at her husband, then at Jean Valjean, and cried to them with a smile, so that they seemed to behold a smile at the heart of a rose:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_80": "\u201cNow,\u201d said Cosette, adjusting a fold of her dressing-gown, with a triumphant little grimace, \u201cI shall stay.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, not that,\u201d said Marius, in a supplicating tone. <|Q|>\u201cWe have to finish something.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cStill no?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_79": "\u201cNow,\u201d said Cosette, adjusting a fold of her dressing-gown, with a triumphant little grimace, \u201cI shall stay.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, not that,\u201d<|Q|> said Marius, in a supplicating tone. \u201cWe have to finish something.\u201d\n\n\u201cStill no?\u201d", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_13": "\" So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her, \"None knoweth who it was; it must have been some passer by, some wayfarer.\" And she was silent. Meanwhile, Zau al-Makan came to himself and saw that the moon had reached the middle Heavens; the breath of the dawn breeze[FN#310] breathed upon him and his heart was moved to longing and sadness; so he cleared his throat and was about to recite verses, when the Fire man asked him, <|Q|>\"What wilt thou do?\"<|Q|> Answered Zau al-Makan, \"I have a mind to repeat somewhat of poetry, that I may quench therewith the fire of my heart.\" Quoth the other, \"Thou knowest not what befel me whilst thou wast a faint, and how I escaped death only by beguiling the Eunuch.\" \"Tell me what happened,\" quoth Zau al-Makan. Replied the Stoker, \"Whilst thou wast aswoon there came up to me but now an Eunuch, with a long staff of almond tree wood in his hand, who took to looking in all the people's faces, as they lay asleep, and asked me who it was recited the verses, finding none awake but myself. I told him in reply it was some passerby, some wayfarer; so he went away and Allah delivered me from him; else had he killed me. But first he said to me, 'If thou hear him again, bring him to us.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_82": "Marius assumed a grave tone:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI assure you, Cosette, that it is impossible.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh! you put on your man\u2019s voice, sir. That is well, I go. You, father, have not upheld me. Monsieur my father, monsieur my husband, you are tyrants. I shall go and tell grandpapa. If you think that I am going to return and talk platitudes to you, you are mistaken. I am proud. I shall wait for you now. You shall see, that it is you who are going to be bored without me. I am going, it is well.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_84": "Two seconds later, the door opened once more, her fresh and rosy head was again thrust between the two leaves, and she cried to them:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI am very angry indeed.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe door closed again, and the shadows descended once more.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_85": "Marius made sure that the door was securely closed.\n\n\u201cPoor Cosette!\u201d he murmured, <|Q|>\u201cwhen she finds out . . .\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAt that word Jean Valjean trembled in every limb. He fixed on Marius a bewildered eye.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_18": "\"Whilst thou wast aswoon there came up to me but now an Eunuch, with a long staff of almond tree wood in his hand, who took to looking in all the people's faces, as they lay asleep, and asked me who it was recited the verses, finding none awake but myself. I told him in reply it was some passerby, some wayfarer; so he went away and Allah delivered me from him; else had he killed me. But first he said to me, 'If thou hear him again, bring him to us.'\" When Zau al-Makan heard this he wept and said, <|Q|>\"Who is it would forbid me to recite? I will surely recite, befal me what may; for I am near mine own land and care for none.\"<|Q|> Rejoined the Fireman, \"Thy design is naught save to lose thy life;\" and Zau al-Makan retorted, \"Needs must I recite verses.\" \"Verily,\" said the Stoker, \"needs must there be a parting between me and thee in this place, albeit;I had intended not to leave thee, till I had brought thee to thy native city and reunited thee with thy mother and father. Thou hast now tarried with me a year and a half and I have never harmed thee in aught. What ails thee, then, that thou must needs recite verses, seeing that we are tired out with walking and watching and all the folk are asleep, for they require sleep to rest them of their fatigue", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_89": "\u201cOh! would that I could die!\u201d\n\n\u201cBe at your ease,\u201d said Marius, <|Q|>\u201cI will keep your secret for myself alone.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd, less touched, perhaps, than he ought to have been, but forced, for the last hour, to familiarize himself with something as unexpected as it was dreadful, gradually beholding the convict superposed before his very eyes, upon M. Fauchelevent, overcome, little by little, by that lugubrious reality, and led, by the natural inclination of the situation, to recognize the space which had just been placed between that man and himself, Marius added:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_58": "That said, she made a curtsey to Marius and to Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThere,\u201d said she, <|Q|>\u201cI am going to install myself near you in an easy-chair, we breakfast in half an hour, you shall say anything you like, I know well that men must talk, and I will be very good.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarius took her by the arm and said lovingly to her:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_91": "\u201cIt is impossible that I should not speak a word to you with regard to the deposit which you have so faithfully and honestly remitted. That is an act of probity. It is just that some recompense should be bestowed on you. Fix the sum yourself, it shall be counted out to you. Do not fear to set it very high.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI thank you, sir,\u201d<|Q|> replied Jean Valjean, gently.\n\nHe remained in thought for a moment, mechanically passing the tip of his fore-finger across his thumb-nail, then he lifted up his voice:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_93": "Jean Valjean struggled with what seemed a last hesitation, and, without voice, without breath, he stammered rather than said:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNow that you know, do you think, sir, you, who are the master, that I ought not to see Cosette any more?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI think that would be better,\u201d replied Marius coldly.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_92": "He remained in thought for a moment, mechanically passing the tip of his fore-finger across his thumb-nail, then he lifted up his voice:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAll is nearly over. But one last thing remains for me . . .\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat is it?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_94": "\u201cNow that you know, do you think, sir, you, who are the master, that I ought not to see Cosette any more?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI think that would be better,\u201d<|Q|> replied Marius coldly.\n\n\u201cI shall never see her more,\u201d murmured Jean Valjean. And he directed his steps towards the door.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_96": "\u201cStay, sir,\u201d he said. \u201cIf you will allow it, I will come to see her. I assure you that I desire it greatly. If I had not cared to see Cosette, I should not have made to you the confession that I have made, I should have gone away; but, as I desired to remain in the place where Cosette is, and to continue to see her, I had to tell you about it honestly. You follow my reasoning, do you not? it is a matter easily understood. You see, I have had her with me for more than nine years. We lived first in that hut on the boulevard, then in the convent, then near the Luxembourg. That was where you saw her for the first time. You remember her blue plush hat. Then we went to the Quartier des Invalides, where there was a railing on a garden, the Rue Plumet. I lived in a little back court-yard, whence I could hear her piano. That was my life. We never left each other. That lasted for nine years and some months. I was like her own father, and she was my child. I do not know whether you understand, Monsieur Pontmercy, but to go away now, never to see her again, never to speak to her again, to no longer have anything, would be hard. If you do not disapprove of it, I will come to see Cosette from time to time. I will not come often. I will not remain long. You shall give orders that I am to be received in the little waiting-room. On the ground floor. I could enter perfectly well by the back door, but that might create surprise perhaps, and it would be better, I think, for me to enter by the usual door. Truly, sir, I should like to see a little more of Cosette. As rarely as you please. Put yourself in my place, I have nothing left but that. And then, we must be cautious. If I no longer come at all, it would produce a bad effect, it would be considered singular. What I can do, by the way, is to come in the afternoon, when night is beginning to fall.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou shall come every evening,\u201d<|Q|> said Marius, \u201cand Cosette will be waiting for you.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are kind, sir,\u201d said Jean Valjean.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_65": "\u201cNo. Since it is you. I shall not understand you, but I shall listen to you. When one hears the voices of those whom one loves, one does not need to understand the words that they utter. That we should be here together \u2014 that is all that I desire. I shall remain with you, bah!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou are my beloved Cosette! Impossible.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cImpossible!\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_17_meade_64kb_87": "\u201cI am reciting at the present moment a poem from one of our great writers. The frivolous fact that I am out on the water, being rowed by you and Eileen, that I am wasting some of the precious hours of a golden day, must be counteracted as far as possible. But stay; would you two girls,\u201d here she glanced at Marjorie and Eileen, purposely avoiding both Leslie and Lettie, \u201cwould you two like me to recite aloud the poem in question?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, for goodness\u2019 sake, no!\u201d<|Q|> cried Lettie; \u201cthat would be quite the last straw.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t think,\u201d said Belle glancing in Lettie\u2019s direction, \u201cthat the remark of the young person who holds the tiller-ropes ought to be considered. What do you two say?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_68": "\u201cI was going to tell you some news. I could have told you that your grandfather is still asleep, that your aunt is at mass, that the chimney in my father Fauchelevent\u2019s room smokes, that Nicolette has sent for the chimney-sweep, that Toussaint and Nicolette have already quarrelled, that Nicolette makes sport of Toussaint\u2019s stammer. Well, you shall know nothing. Ah! it is impossible? you shall see, gentlemen, that I, in my turn, can say: It is impossible. Then who will be caught? I beseech you, my little Marius, let me stay here with you two.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI swear to you, that it is indispensable that we should be alone.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, am I anybody?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_40": "A silence ensued. Both held their peace, each plunged in a gulf of thoughts. Marius was sitting near a table and resting the corner of his mouth on one of his fingers, which was folded back. Jean Valjean was pacing to and fro. He paused before a mirror, and remained motionless. Then, as though replying to some inward course of reasoning, he said, as he gazed at the mirror, which he did not see:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhile, at present, I am relieved.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe took up his march again, and walked to the other end of the drawing-room. At the moment when he turned round, he perceived that Marius was watching his walk. Then he said, with an inexpressible intonation:", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_1": "When it was the Seventy-second Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Nuzhat Al-Zaman heard her brother reciting, she called the Chief Eunuch and said to him, \"Go, fetch me the man who is repeating this poetry!\" Replied he, <|Q|>\"Of a truth I heard him not and I wot him not and folks are all sleeping.\"<|Q|> But she said, \"Whomsoever thou seest awake, he is the reciter.\" So he went, yet found none on wake save the Stoker; for Zau al-Makan was still insensible, and when his companion saw the Eunuch standing by his head he was afraid of him. Then said the Eunuch, \"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him?\" The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied,", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_73": "\u201cIt is well,\u201d said Jean Valjean.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDid you sleep badly?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_37": "\"I fly the carper's injury,* Whose carping sorely vexeth me: He chides and taunts me, wotting not * He burns me but more grievously. The blamer cries 'He is consoled!' * I say, 'My own dear land[FN#314] to see:' They ask, 'Why be that land so dear?' * I say, 'It taught me in love to be:' They ask, 'What raised its dignity?' * I say, 'What made my ignomy:' Whate'er the bitter cup I drain, * Far be fro' me that land to flee: Nor will I bow to those who blame, * And for such love would deal me shame.\n\nHardly had he made an end of his verses and come to a conclusion, when the Eunuch (who had heard him from his hiding place at his head) came up to him; whereupon the Fireman flea end stood afar off to see what passed between them. Then said the Eunuch to Zau al-Makan, \"Peace be with thee, O my lord!\" <|Q|>\"And on thee be peace,\"<|Q|> replied Zau al-Makan, \"and the mercy of Allah and His blessings!\" \"O my lord,\" continued the Eunuch \u2014 -And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say,\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-fourth Night,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_3": "\"Go, fetch me the man who is repeating this poetry!\" Replied he, \"Of a truth I heard him not and I wot him not and folks are all sleeping.\" But she said, \"Whomsoever thou seest awake, he is the reciter.\" So he went, yet found none on wake save the Stoker; for Zau al-Makan was still insensible, and when his companion saw the Eunuch standing by his head he was afraid of him. Then said the Eunuch, <|Q|>\"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him?\"<|Q|> The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied, \"By Allah, 'twas not I!\" Rejoined the Eunuch, \"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.\" The Fireman feared for Zau al- Makan and said in himself, \"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"; so he answered,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_38": "\"I fly the carper's injury,* Whose carping sorely vexeth me: He chides and taunts me, wotting not * He burns me but more grievously. The blamer cries 'He is consoled!' * I say, 'My own dear land[FN#314] to see:' They ask, 'Why be that land so dear?' * I say, 'It taught me in love to be:' They ask, 'What raised its dignity?' * I say, 'What made my ignomy:' Whate'er the bitter cup I drain, * Far be fro' me that land to flee: Nor will I bow to those who blame, * And for such love would deal me shame.\n\nHardly had he made an end of his verses and come to a conclusion, when the Eunuch (who had heard him from his hiding place at his head) came up to him; whereupon the Fireman flea end stood afar off to see what passed between them. Then said the Eunuch to Zau al-Makan, \"Peace be with thee, O my lord!\" \"And on thee be peace,\" replied Zau al-Makan, <|Q|>\"and the mercy of Allah and His blessings!\"<|Q|> \"O my lord,\" continued the Eunuch \u2014 -And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say,\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-fourth Night,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_36": "\"I fly the carper's injury,* Whose carping sorely vexeth me: He chides and taunts me, wotting not * He burns me but more grievously. The blamer cries 'He is consoled!' * I say, 'My own dear land[FN#314] to see:' They ask, 'Why be that land so dear?' * I say, 'It taught me in love to be:' They ask, 'What raised its dignity?' * I say, 'What made my ignomy:' Whate'er the bitter cup I drain, * Far be fro' me that land to flee: Nor will I bow to those who blame, * And for such love would deal me shame.\n\nHardly had he made an end of his verses and come to a conclusion, when the Eunuch (who had heard him from his hiding place at his head) came up to him; whereupon the Fireman flea end stood afar off to see what passed between them. Then said the Eunuch to Zau al-Makan, <|Q|>\"Peace be with thee, O my lord!\"<|Q|> \"And on thee be peace,\" replied Zau al-Makan, \"and the mercy of Allah and His blessings!\" \"O my lord,\" continued the Eunuch \u2014 -And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say,\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-fourth Night,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_39": "When it was the Seventy-fourth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Eunuch said to Zau al-Makan, <|Q|>\"O my lord, I have sought thee these several times this night, for my mistress biddeth thee to her.\"<|Q|> Quoth Zau al- Makan, \"And who be this bitch that seeketh for me? Allah curse her and curse her husband with her!\"[FN#315] And he began to revile the Eunuch, who could make him no answer, because his mistress had charged him to do Zau al-Makan no hurt, nor bring him save of his own especial free will; and, if he would not accompany him, to give him the thousand dinars. So the Castrato began to speak him fair and say to him,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_7": "\" The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied, \"By Allah, 'twas not I!\" Rejoined the Eunuch, \"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.\" The Fireman feared for Zau al- Makan and said in himself, \"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"; so he answered, <|Q|>\"By Allah, I know not who it was.\"<|Q|> Said the Eunuch, \"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him.\" \"By Allah,\" replied the Fireman, \"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him!\" Quoth the Eunuch, \"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_43": "\"O my lord, take this purse and go with me. We will do thee no upright, O my son, nor wrong thee in aught; but our object is that thou bend thy gracious steps with me to my mistress, to receive her answer and return in weal and safety: and thou shalt have a handsome present as one who bringeth good news.\" When Zau al- Makan heard this, he arose and went with the Eunuch and walked among the sleeping folk, stepping over them; whilst the Fireman followed after them from afar, and kept his eye upon him and said to himself, \"Alas the pity of his youth! To-morrow they will hang him.\" And he ceased not following them till he approached their station,[FN#316] without any observing him. Then he stood still and said, <|Q|>\"How base it will be of him, if he say it was I who bade him recite the verses!\"<|Q|> This was the case of the Stoker; but as regards what befel Zau al-Makan, he ceased not walking with the Eunuch till he reached his station and the Castrato went in to Nuzhat al-Zaman and said, \"O my lady, I have brought thee him whom thou soughtest, and he is a youth, fair of face and bearing the marks of wealth and gentle breeding.\" When she heard this, her heart fluttered and she cried, \"Let him recite some verses, that I may hear him near hand, and after ask him his name and his condition and his native land", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_45": "\" This was the case of the Stoker; but as regards what befel Zau al-Makan, he ceased not walking with the Eunuch till he reached his station and the Castrato went in to Nuzhat al-Zaman and said, \"O my lady, I have brought thee him whom thou soughtest, and he is a youth, fair of face and bearing the marks of wealth and gentle breeding.\" When she heard this, her heart fluttered and she cried, <|Q|>\"Let him recite some verses, that I may hear him near hand, and after ask him his name and his condition and his native land.\"<|Q|> Then the Eunuch went out to Zau al-Makan and said to him, \"Recite what verses thou knowest, for my lady is here hard by, listening to thee, and after I will ask thee of thy name and thy native country and thy condition.\" Replied he, \"With love and gladness but, an thou ask my name, it is erased and my trace is unplaced and my body a waste. I have a story, the beginning of which is not known nor can the end of it be shown, and behold, I am even as one who hath exceeded in wine drinking and who hath not spared himself; one who is afflicted with distempers and who wandereth from his right mind, being perplexed about his case and drowned in the sea of thought", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_52": "Cosette, who was radiant, continued to gaze at both of them. There was something in her eyes like gleams of paradise.\n\n\u201cI have caught you in the very act,\u201d said Cosette. <|Q|>\u201cJust now, I heard my father Fauchelevent through the door saying: \u2018Conscience . . . doing my duty . . .\u2019 That is politics, indeed it is. I will not have it. People should not talk politics the very next day. It is not right.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou are mistaken. Cosette,\u201d said Marius, \u201cwe are talking business. We are discussing the best investment of your six hundred thousand francs . . .\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_81": "\u201cNo, not that,\u201d said Marius, in a supplicating tone. \u201cWe have to finish something.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cStill no?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarius assumed a grave tone:", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_12": "\" Quoth the Eunuch, \"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand.\" Said the Fireman, \"Go thou back and I will bring him to thee.\" So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her, <|Q|>\"None knoweth who it was; it must have been some passer by, some wayfarer.\"<|Q|> And she was silent. Meanwhile, Zau al-Makan came to himself and saw that the moon had reached the middle Heavens; the breath of the dawn breeze[FN#310] breathed upon him and his heart was moved to longing and sadness; so he cleared his throat and was about to recite verses, when the Fire man asked him, \"What wilt thou do?\" Answered Zau al-Makan, \"I have a mind to repeat somewhat of poetry, that I may quench therewith the fire of my heart", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_1": "Wandering thus about, I knew not whither, I passed by an apothecary\u2019s shop in Leadenhall Street, when I saw lie on a stool just before the counter a little bundle wrapped in a white cloth; beyond it stood a maid-servant with her back to it, looking towards the top of the shop, where the apothecary\u2019s apprentice, as I suppose, was standing upon the counter, with his back also to the door, and a candle in his hand, looking and reaching up to the upper shelf for something he wanted, so that both were engaged mighty earnestly, and nobody else in the shop.\n\nThis was the bait; and the devil, who I said laid the snare, as readily prompted me as if he had spoke, for I remember, and shall never forget it, \u2019twas like a voice spoken to me over my shoulder, <|Q|>\u201cTake the bundle; be quick; do it this moment.\u201d<|Q|> It was no sooner said but I stepped into the shop, and with my back to the wench, as if I had stood up for a cart that was going by, I put my hand behind me and took the bundle, and went off with it, the maid or the fellow not perceiving me, or any one else.\n\nIt is impossible to express the horror of my soul all the while I did it. When I went away I had no heart to run, or scarce to mend my pace. I crossed the street indeed, and went down the first turning I came to, and I think it was a street that went through into Fenchurch Street. From thence I crossed and turned through so many ways and turnings, that I could never tell which way it was, not where I went; for I felt not the ground I stepped on, and the farther I was out of danger, the faster I went, till, tired and out of breath, I was forced to sit down on a little bench at a door, and then I began to recover, and found I was got into Thames Street, near Billingsgate. I rested me a little and went on; my blood was all in a fire; my heart beat as if I was in a sudden fright. In short, I was under such a surprise that I still knew not wither I was going, or what to do.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_15": "\" And she was silent. Meanwhile, Zau al-Makan came to himself and saw that the moon had reached the middle Heavens; the breath of the dawn breeze[FN#310] breathed upon him and his heart was moved to longing and sadness; so he cleared his throat and was about to recite verses, when the Fire man asked him, \"What wilt thou do?\" Answered Zau al-Makan, \"I have a mind to repeat somewhat of poetry, that I may quench therewith the fire of my heart.\" Quoth the other, <|Q|>\"Thou knowest not what befel me whilst thou wast a faint, and how I escaped death only by beguiling the Eunuch.\"<|Q|> \"Tell me what happened,\" quoth Zau al-Makan. Replied the Stoker, \"Whilst thou wast aswoon there came up to me but now an Eunuch, with a long staff of almond tree wood in his hand, who took to looking in all the people's faces, as they lay asleep, and asked me who it was recited the verses, finding none awake but myself. I told him in reply it was some passerby, some wayfarer; so he went away and Allah delivered me from him; else had he killed me. But first he said to me, 'If thou hear him again, bring him to us.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_36_hugo_64kb_87": "There is something of suffocation in the sob. He was seized with a sort of convulsion, he threw himself against the back of the chair as though to gain breath, letting his arms fall, and allowing Marius to see his face inundated with tears, and Marius heard him murmur, so low that his voice seemed to issue from fathomless depths:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh! would that I could die!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBe at your ease,\u201d said Marius, \u201cI will keep your secret for myself alone.\u201d", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_16": "\" And she was silent. Meanwhile, Zau al-Makan came to himself and saw that the moon had reached the middle Heavens; the breath of the dawn breeze[FN#310] breathed upon him and his heart was moved to longing and sadness; so he cleared his throat and was about to recite verses, when the Fire man asked him, \"What wilt thou do?\" Answered Zau al-Makan, \"I have a mind to repeat somewhat of poetry, that I may quench therewith the fire of my heart.\" Quoth the other, \"Thou knowest not what befel me whilst thou wast a faint, and how I escaped death only by beguiling the Eunuch.\" <|Q|>\"Tell me what happened,\"<|Q|> quoth Zau al-Makan. Replied the Stoker, \"Whilst thou wast aswoon there came up to me but now an Eunuch, with a long staff of almond tree wood in his hand, who took to looking in all the people's faces, as they lay asleep, and asked me who it was recited the verses, finding none awake but myself. I told him in reply it was some passerby, some wayfarer; so he went away and Allah delivered me from him; else had he killed me. But first he said to me, 'If thou hear him again, bring him to us.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_19": "\"Whilst thou wast aswoon there came up to me but now an Eunuch, with a long staff of almond tree wood in his hand, who took to looking in all the people's faces, as they lay asleep, and asked me who it was recited the verses, finding none awake but myself. I told him in reply it was some passerby, some wayfarer; so he went away and Allah delivered me from him; else had he killed me. But first he said to me, 'If thou hear him again, bring him to us.'\" When Zau al-Makan heard this he wept and said, \"Who is it would forbid me to recite? I will surely recite, befal me what may; for I am near mine own land and care for none.\" Rejoined the Fireman, <|Q|>\"Thy design is naught save to lose thy life;\"<|Q|> and Zau al-Makan retorted, \"Needs must I recite verses.\" \"Verily,\" said the Stoker, \"needs must there be a parting between me and thee in this place, albeit;I had intended not to leave thee, till I had brought thee to thy native city and reunited thee with thy mother and father. Thou hast now tarried with me a year and a half and I have never harmed thee in aught. What ails thee, then, that thou must needs recite verses, seeing that we are tired out with walking and watching and all the folk are asleep, for they require sleep to rest them of their fatigue", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_22": "\"needs must there be a parting between me and thee in this place, albeit;I had intended not to leave thee, till I had brought thee to thy native city and reunited thee with thy mother and father. Thou hast now tarried with me a year and a half and I have never harmed thee in aught. What ails thee, then, that thou must needs recite verses, seeing that we are tired out with walking and watching and all the folk are asleep, for they require sleep to rest them of their fatigue?\" But Zau al-Makan answered, <|Q|>\"I will not be turned away from my purpose.\"[FN#311<|Q|>] Then grief moved him and he threw off concealment and began repeating these couplets,\n\n\"Stand thou by the homes and hail the lords of the ruined stead; * Cry thou for an answer, belike reply to thee shall be sped: If the night and absence irk thy spirit kindle a torch * Wi' repine; and illuminate the gloom with a gleaming greed: If the snake of the sand dunes hiss, I shall marvel not at all! * Let him bite so I bite those beauteous lips of the luscious red: O Eden, my soul hath fled in despite of the maid I love: * Had I lost hope of Heaven my heart in despair were dead.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_25": "When it was the Seventy-third Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Nuzhat al- Zaman sent the Eunuch to make enquiries concerning the singer and said, <|Q|>\"Beware how thou come back to me and report, I could not find him.\"<|Q|> So the Eunuch went out and laid about the people and trod in their tents, but found none awake, all being asleep for weariness, till he came to the Stoker and saw him sitting up, with his head uncovered. So he drew near and seizing him by the hand, said to him, \"It was thou didst recite the verses!\" The Fireman was afeard for his life and replied, \"No, by Allah, O chief of the people, it was not I", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_20": "\"Whilst thou wast aswoon there came up to me but now an Eunuch, with a long staff of almond tree wood in his hand, who took to looking in all the people's faces, as they lay asleep, and asked me who it was recited the verses, finding none awake but myself. I told him in reply it was some passerby, some wayfarer; so he went away and Allah delivered me from him; else had he killed me. But first he said to me, 'If thou hear him again, bring him to us.'\" When Zau al-Makan heard this he wept and said, \"Who is it would forbid me to recite? I will surely recite, befal me what may; for I am near mine own land and care for none.\" Rejoined the Fireman, \"Thy design is naught save to lose thy life;\" and Zau al-Makan retorted, <|Q|>\"Needs must I recite verses.\"<|Q|> \"Verily,\" said the Stoker, \"needs must there be a parting between me and thee in this place, albeit;I had intended not to leave thee, till I had brought thee to thy native city and reunited thee with thy mother and father. Thou hast now tarried with me a year and a half and I have never harmed thee in aught. What ails thee, then, that thou must needs recite verses, seeing that we are tired out with walking and watching and all the folk are asleep, for they require sleep to rest them of their fatigue", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_26": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Nuzhat al- Zaman sent the Eunuch to make enquiries concerning the singer and said, \"Beware how thou come back to me and report, I could not find him.\" So the Eunuch went out and laid about the people and trod in their tents, but found none awake, all being asleep for weariness, till he came to the Stoker and saw him sitting up, with his head uncovered. So he drew near and seizing him by the hand, said to him, <|Q|>\"It was thou didst recite the verses!\"<|Q|> The Fireman was afeard for his life and replied, \"No, by Allah, O chief of the people, it was not I!\" But the Eunuch said, \"I will not leave thee till thou show me who it was that recited the verses, for I dread returning to my lady without him.\" Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch, \"By Allah, it was not I, and I know him not. I only heard some passer by, some wayfarer, recite verses: so do not thou commit sin on me, for I am a stranger and come from the Holy City of Jerusalem; and Abraham, the friend of Allah, be with you all", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_27": "\"Beware how thou come back to me and report, I could not find him.\" So the Eunuch went out and laid about the people and trod in their tents, but found none awake, all being asleep for weariness, till he came to the Stoker and saw him sitting up, with his head uncovered. So he drew near and seizing him by the hand, said to him, \"It was thou didst recite the verses!\" The Fireman was afeard for his life and replied, <|Q|>\"No, by Allah, O chief of the people, it was not I!\"<|Q|> But the Eunuch said, \"I will not leave thee till thou show me who it was that recited the verses, for I dread returning to my lady without him.\" Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch, \"By Allah, it was not I, and I know him not. I only heard some passer by, some wayfarer, recite verses: so do not thou commit sin on me, for I am a stranger and come from the Holy City of Jerusalem; and Abraham, the friend of Allah, be with you all", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_28": "\" So the Eunuch went out and laid about the people and trod in their tents, but found none awake, all being asleep for weariness, till he came to the Stoker and saw him sitting up, with his head uncovered. So he drew near and seizing him by the hand, said to him, \"It was thou didst recite the verses!\" The Fireman was afeard for his life and replied, \"No, by Allah, O chief of the people, it was not I!\" But the Eunuch said, <|Q|>\"I will not leave thee till thou show me who it was that recited the verses, for I dread returning to my lady without him.\"<|Q|> Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch, \"By Allah, it was not I, and I know him not. I only heard some passer by, some wayfarer, recite verses: so do not thou commit sin on me, for I am a stranger and come from the Holy City of Jerusalem; and Abraham, the friend of Allah, be with you all.\" \"Rise up and fare with me", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_30": "\"I will not leave thee till thou show me who it was that recited the verses, for I dread returning to my lady without him.\" Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch, \"By Allah, it was not I, and I know him not. I only heard some passer by, some wayfarer, recite verses: so do not thou commit sin on me, for I am a stranger and come from the Holy City of Jerusalem; and Abraham, the friend of Allah, be with you all.\" <|Q|>\"Rise up and fare with me,\"<|Q|> rejoined the Eunuch, \"and tell my lady this with thine own mouth, for I have seen none awake save thyself.\" Quoth the Stoker, \"Hast thou not come and seen me sitting in the place where I now am, and dost thou not know my station? Thou wottest none can stir from his place, except the watchman seize him. So go thou to thy station and if thou again meet any one after this hour reciting aught of poetry, whether he be near or far, it will be I or some one I know, and thou shalt not learn of him but by me", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_31": "\" Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch, \"By Allah, it was not I, and I know him not. I only heard some passer by, some wayfarer, recite verses: so do not thou commit sin on me, for I am a stranger and come from the Holy City of Jerusalem; and Abraham, the friend of Allah, be with you all.\" \"Rise up and fare with me,\" rejoined the Eunuch, <|Q|>\"and tell my lady this with thine own mouth, for I have seen none awake save thyself.\"<|Q|> Quoth the Stoker, \"Hast thou not come and seen me sitting in the place where I now am, and dost thou not know my station? Thou wottest none can stir from his place, except the watchman seize him. So go thou to thy station and if thou again meet any one after this hour reciting aught of poetry, whether he be near or far, it will be I or some one I know, and thou shalt not learn of him but by me", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_33": "\"Hast thou not come and seen me sitting in the place where I now am, and dost thou not know my station? Thou wottest none can stir from his place, except the watchman seize him. So go thou to thy station and if thou again meet any one after this hour reciting aught of poetry, whether he be near or far, it will be I or some one I know, and thou shalt not learn of him but by me.\" Then he kissed the Eunuch's head and spake him fair till he went away; but the Castrato fetched a round and, returning secretly, came and stood behind the Fireman, fearing to go back to his mistress without tidings. As soon as he was gone, the Stoker arose and aroused Zau al-Makan and said to him, <|Q|>\"Come, sit up, that I may tell thee what hath happened.\"<|Q|> So Zau al-Makan sat up, and his companion told him what had passed, and he answered, \"Let me alone; I will take no heed of this and I care for none, for I am mine own country.\"[FN#313] Quoth the Stoker, \"Why wilt thou obey thy flesh and the devil? If thou fear no one, I fear for thee and for my life, so Allah upon thee! recite nothing more of verses till thou come to thine own land. Indeed, I had not deemed thee so ill conditioned. Dost thou not know that this lady is the wife; of the Chamberlain and is minded to chastise thee for disturbing her? Belike, she is ill or restless for fatigue of the journey and the distance of the place from her home, and this is the second time she hath sent the Eunuch to look for thee", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_34": "\" Then he kissed the Eunuch's head and spake him fair till he went away; but the Castrato fetched a round and, returning secretly, came and stood behind the Fireman, fearing to go back to his mistress without tidings. As soon as he was gone, the Stoker arose and aroused Zau al-Makan and said to him, \"Come, sit up, that I may tell thee what hath happened.\" So Zau al-Makan sat up, and his companion told him what had passed, and he answered, <|Q|>\"Let me alone; I will take no heed of this and I care for none, for I am mine own country.\"[FN#313<|Q|>] Quoth the Stoker, \"Why wilt thou obey thy flesh and the devil? If thou fear no one, I fear for thee and for my life, so Allah upon thee! recite nothing more of verses till thou come to thine own land. Indeed, I had not deemed thee so ill conditioned. Dost thou not know that this lady is the wife; of the Chamberlain and is minded to chastise thee for disturbing her? Belike, she is ill or restless for fatigue of the journey and the distance of the place from her home, and this is the second time she hath sent the Eunuch to look for thee", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_6": "\"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him?\" The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied, \"By Allah, 'twas not I!\" Rejoined the Eunuch, \"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.\" The Fireman feared for Zau al- Makan and said in himself, <|Q|>\"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"<|Q|>; so he answered, \"By Allah, I know not who it was.\" Said the Eunuch, \"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him.\" \"By Allah,\" replied the Fireman, \"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him!\" Quoth the Eunuch, \"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_4": "\"Whomsoever thou seest awake, he is the reciter.\" So he went, yet found none on wake save the Stoker; for Zau al-Makan was still insensible, and when his companion saw the Eunuch standing by his head he was afraid of him. Then said the Eunuch, \"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him?\" The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied, <|Q|>\"By Allah, 'twas not I!\"<|Q|> Rejoined the Eunuch, \"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.\" The Fireman feared for Zau al- Makan and said in himself, \"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"; so he answered, \"By Allah, I know not who it was.\" Said the Eunuch, \"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_5": "\" So he went, yet found none on wake save the Stoker; for Zau al-Makan was still insensible, and when his companion saw the Eunuch standing by his head he was afraid of him. Then said the Eunuch, \"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him?\" The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied, \"By Allah, 'twas not I!\" Rejoined the Eunuch, <|Q|>\"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.\"<|Q|> The Fireman feared for Zau al- Makan and said in himself, \"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"; so he answered, \"By Allah, I know not who it was.\" Said the Eunuch, \"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him.\" \"By Allah,\" replied the Fireman, \"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_18": "I came home to my governess, and now I thought it was a time to try her, that if I might be put to the necessity of being exposed, she might offer me some assistance. When I had been at home some time, and had an opportunity of talking to her, I told her I had a secret of the greatest consequence in the world to commit to her, if she had respect enough for me to keep it a secret. She told me she had kept one of my secrets faithfully; why should I doubt her keeping another? I told her the strangest thing in the world had befallen me, and that it had made a thief of me, even without any design, and so told her the whole story of the tankard. \u201cAnd have you brought it away with you, my dear?\u201d says she. \u201cTo be sure I have,\u201d says I, and showed it her. \u201cBut what shall I do now,\u201d says I; \u201cmust not carry it again?\u201d\n\n\u201cCarry it again!\u201d says she. \u201cAy, if you are minded to be sent to Newgate for stealing it.\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, <|Q|>\u201cthey can\u2019t be so base to stop me, when I carry it to them again?\u201d<|Q|> \u201cYou don\u2019t know those sort of people, child,\u201d says she; \u201cthey\u2019ll not only carry you to Newgate, but hang you too, without any regard to the honesty of returning it; or bring in an account of all the other tankards they have lost, for you to pay for.\u201d \u201cWhat must I do, then?\u201d says I. \u201cNay,\u201d says she, \u201cas you have played the cunning part and stole it, you must e\u2019en keep it; there\u2019s no going back now. Besides, child", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_8": "\" The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied, \"By Allah, 'twas not I!\" Rejoined the Eunuch, \"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.\" The Fireman feared for Zau al- Makan and said in himself, \"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"; so he answered, \"By Allah, I know not who it was.\" Said the Eunuch, <|Q|>\"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him.\"<|Q|> \"By Allah,\" replied the Fireman, \"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him!\" Quoth the Eunuch, \"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand.\" Said the Fireman,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_44": "\" And he ceased not following them till he approached their station,[FN#316] without any observing him. Then he stood still and said, \"How base it will be of him, if he say it was I who bade him recite the verses!\" This was the case of the Stoker; but as regards what befel Zau al-Makan, he ceased not walking with the Eunuch till he reached his station and the Castrato went in to Nuzhat al-Zaman and said, <|Q|>\"O my lady, I have brought thee him whom thou soughtest, and he is a youth, fair of face and bearing the marks of wealth and gentle breeding.\"<|Q|> When she heard this, her heart fluttered and she cried, \"Let him recite some verses, that I may hear him near hand, and after ask him his name and his condition and his native land.\" Then the Eunuch went out to Zau al-Makan and said to him, \"Recite what verses thou knowest, for my lady is here hard by, listening to thee, and after I will ask thee of thy name and thy native country and thy condition.\" Replied he,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_42": "\"O my lord, take this purse and go with me. We will do thee no upright, O my son, nor wrong thee in aught; but our object is that thou bend thy gracious steps with me to my mistress, to receive her answer and return in weal and safety: and thou shalt have a handsome present as one who bringeth good news.\" When Zau al- Makan heard this, he arose and went with the Eunuch and walked among the sleeping folk, stepping over them; whilst the Fireman followed after them from afar, and kept his eye upon him and said to himself, <|Q|>\"Alas the pity of his youth! To-morrow they will hang him.\"<|Q|> And he ceased not following them till he approached their station,[FN#316] without any observing him. Then he stood still and said, \"How base it will be of him, if he say it was I who bade him recite the verses!\" This was the case of the Stoker; but as regards what befel Zau al-Makan, he ceased not walking with the Eunuch till he reached his station and the Castrato went in to Nuzhat al-Zaman and said,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_9": "\"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.\" The Fireman feared for Zau al- Makan and said in himself, \"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"; so he answered, \"By Allah, I know not who it was.\" Said the Eunuch, \"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him.\" \"By Allah,\" replied the Fireman, <|Q|>\"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him!\"<|Q|> Quoth the Eunuch, \"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand.\" Said the Fireman, \"Go thou back and I will bring him to thee.\" So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_25": "I found also that in following this trade she always melted down the plate she bought, that it might not be challenged; and she came to me and told me one morning that she was going to melt, and if I would, she would put my tankard in, that it might not be seen by anybody. I told her, with all my heart; so she weighed it, and allowed me the full value in silver again; but I found she did not do the same to the rest of her customers.\n\nSome time after this, as I was at work, and very melancholy, she begins to ask me what the matter was, as she was used to do. I told her my heart was heavy; I had little work, and nothing to live on, and knew not what course to take. She laughed, and told me I must go out again and try my fortune; it might be that I might meet with another piece of plate. \u201cO mother!\u201d says I, <|Q|>\u201cthat is a trade I have no skill in, and if I should be taken I am undone at once.\u201d<|Q|> Says she, \u201cI could help you to a schoolmistress that shall make you as dexterous as herself.\u201d I trembled at that proposal, for hitherto I had had no confederates, nor any acquaintance among that tribe. But she conquered all my modesty, and all my fears; and in a little time, by the help of this confederate, I grew as impudent a thief, and as dexterous as ever Moll Cutpurse was, though, if fame does not belie her, not half so handsome.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_48": "\"With love and gladness but, an thou ask my name, it is erased and my trace is unplaced and my body a waste. I have a story, the beginning of which is not known nor can the end of it be shown, and behold, I am even as one who hath exceeded in wine drinking and who hath not spared himself; one who is afflicted with distempers and who wandereth from his right mind, being perplexed about his case and drowned in the sea of thought.\" When Nuzhat al-Zaman heard this, she broke out into excessive weeping and sobbing, and said to the Eunuch, <|Q|>\"Ask him if he have parted from one he loveth even as his mother or father.\"<|Q|> The Castrato asked as she bade him, and Zau al-Makan replied, \"Yes, I have parted from every one I loved: but the dearest of all to me was my sister, from whom Fate hath separated me.\" When Nuzhat al- Zaman heard this, she exclaimed, \"Allah Almighty reunite him with what he loveth!\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-fifth Night,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_46": "\" This was the case of the Stoker; but as regards what befel Zau al-Makan, he ceased not walking with the Eunuch till he reached his station and the Castrato went in to Nuzhat al-Zaman and said, \"O my lady, I have brought thee him whom thou soughtest, and he is a youth, fair of face and bearing the marks of wealth and gentle breeding.\" When she heard this, her heart fluttered and she cried, \"Let him recite some verses, that I may hear him near hand, and after ask him his name and his condition and his native land.\" Then the Eunuch went out to Zau al-Makan and said to him, <|Q|>\"Recite what verses thou knowest, for my lady is here hard by, listening to thee, and after I will ask thee of thy name and thy native country and thy condition.\"<|Q|> Replied he, \"With love and gladness but, an thou ask my name, it is erased and my trace is unplaced and my body a waste. I have a story, the beginning of which is not known nor can the end of it be shown, and behold, I am even as one who hath exceeded in wine drinking and who hath not spared himself; one who is afflicted with distempers and who wandereth from his right mind, being perplexed about his case and drowned in the sea of thought", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_49": "\"With love and gladness but, an thou ask my name, it is erased and my trace is unplaced and my body a waste. I have a story, the beginning of which is not known nor can the end of it be shown, and behold, I am even as one who hath exceeded in wine drinking and who hath not spared himself; one who is afflicted with distempers and who wandereth from his right mind, being perplexed about his case and drowned in the sea of thought.\" When Nuzhat al-Zaman heard this, she broke out into excessive weeping and sobbing, and said to the Eunuch, \"Ask him if he have parted from one he loveth even as his mother or father.\" The Castrato asked as she bade him, and Zau al-Makan replied, <|Q|>\"Yes, I have parted from every one I loved: but the dearest of all to me was my sister, from whom Fate hath separated me.\"<|Q|> When Nuzhat al- Zaman heard this, she exclaimed, \"Allah Almighty reunite him with what he loveth!\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-fifth Night,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_28": "This was doubtless the happy minute, when, if I had hearkened to the blessed hint, from whatsoever had it came, I had still a cast for an easy life. But my fate was otherwise determined; the busy devil that so industriously drew me in had too fast hold of me to let me go back; but as poverty brought me into the mire, so avarice kept me in, till there was no going back. As to the arguments which my reason dictated for persuading me to lay down, avarice stepped in and said, <|Q|>\u201cGo on, go on; you have had very good luck; go on till you have gotten four or five hundred pounds, and then you shall leave off, and then you may live easy without working at all.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThus I, that was once in the devil\u2019s clutches, was held fast there as with a charm, and had no power to go without the circle, till I was engulfed in labyrinths of trouble too great to get out at all.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_0": "For a little relief I had put off my house and took lodgings; and as I was reducing my living, so I sold off most of my goods, which put a little money in my pocket, and I lived near a year upon that, spending very sparingly, and eking things out to the utmost; but still when I looked before me, my very heart would sink within me at the inevitable approach of misery and want. Oh let none read this part without seriously reflecting on the circumstances of a desolate state, and how they would grapple with mere want of friends and want of bread; it will certainly make them think not of sparing what they have only, but of looking up to heaven for support, and of the wise man\u2019s prayer, <|Q|>\u201cGive me not poverty, lest I steal.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nLet them remember that a time of distress is a time of dreadful temptation, and all the strength to resist is taken away; poverty presses, the soul is made desperate by distress, and what can be done? It was one evening, when being brought, as I may say, to the last gasp, I think I may truly say I was distracted and raving, when prompted by I know not what spirit, and, as it were, doing I did not know what or why, I dressed me (for I had still pretty good clothes) and went out. I am very sure I had no manner of design in my head when I went out; I neither knew nor considered where to go, or on what business; but as the devil carried me out and laid his bait for me, so he brought me, to be sure, to the place, for I knew not whither I was going or what I did.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_2": "When the bundle was made up for, or on what occasion laid where I found it, I knew not, but when I came to open it I found there was a suit of childbed-linen in it, very good and almost new, the lace very fine; there was a silver porringer of a pint, a small silver mug and six spoons, with some other linen, a good smock, and three silk handkerchiefs, and in the mug, wrapped up in a paper, 18s. 6d. in money.\n\nAll the while I was opening these things I was under such dreadful impressions of fear, and I such terror of mind, though I was perfectly safe, that I cannot express the manner of it. I sat me down, and cried most vehemently. \u201cLord,\u201d said I, <|Q|>\u201cwhat am I now? a thief! Why, I shall be taken next time, and be carried to Newgate and be tried for my life!\u201d<|Q|> And with that I cried again a long time, and I am sure, as poor as I was, if I had durst for fear, I would certainly have carried the things back again; but that went off after a while. Well, I went to bed for that night, but slept little; the horror of the fact was upon my mind, and I knew not what I said or did all night, and all the next day. Then I was impatient to hear some news of the loss; and would fain know how it was, whether they were a poor body\u2019s goods, or a rich. \u201cPerhaps,\u201d said I,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_14": "\"None knoweth who it was; it must have been some passer by, some wayfarer.\" And she was silent. Meanwhile, Zau al-Makan came to himself and saw that the moon had reached the middle Heavens; the breath of the dawn breeze[FN#310] breathed upon him and his heart was moved to longing and sadness; so he cleared his throat and was about to recite verses, when the Fire man asked him, \"What wilt thou do?\" Answered Zau al-Makan, <|Q|>\"I have a mind to repeat somewhat of poetry, that I may quench therewith the fire of my heart.\"<|Q|> Quoth the other, \"Thou knowest not what befel me whilst thou wast a faint, and how I escaped death only by beguiling the Eunuch.\" \"Tell me what happened,\" quoth Zau al-Makan. Replied the Stoker, \"Whilst thou wast aswoon there came up to me but now an Eunuch, with a long staff of almond tree wood in his hand, who took to looking in all the people's faces, as they lay asleep, and asked me who it was recited the verses, finding none awake but myself. I told him in reply it was some passerby, some wayfarer; so he went away and Allah delivered me from him; else had he killed me. But first he said to me, 'If thou hear him again, bring him to us.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_3": "\u201d And with that I cried again a long time, and I am sure, as poor as I was, if I had durst for fear, I would certainly have carried the things back again; but that went off after a while. Well, I went to bed for that night, but slept little; the horror of the fact was upon my mind, and I knew not what I said or did all night, and all the next day. Then I was impatient to hear some news of the loss; and would fain know how it was, whether they were a poor body\u2019s goods, or a rich. \u201cPerhaps,\u201d said I, <|Q|>\u201cit may be some poor widow like me, that had packed up these goods to go and sell them for a little bread for herself and a poor child, and are now starving and breaking their hearts for want of that little they would have fetched.\u201d<|Q|> And this thought tormented me worse than all the rest, for three or four days\u2019 time.\n\nBut my own distresses silenced all these reflections, and the prospect of my own starving, which grew every day more frightful to me, hardened my heart by degrees. It was then particularly heavy upon my mind, that I had been reformed, and had, as I hoped, repented of all my past wickedness; that I had lived a sober, grave, retired life for several years, but now I should be driven by the dreadful necessity of my circumstances to the gates of destruction, soul and body; and two or three times I fell upon my knees, praying to God, as well as I could, for deliverance; but I cannot but say, my prayers had no hope in them. I knew not what to do; it was all fear without, and dark within; and I reflected on my past life as not sincerely repented of, that Heaven was now beginning to punish me on this side of the grave, and would make me as miserable as I had been wicked.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_5": "I went out now by daylight, and wandered about I knew not whither, and in search of I knew not what, when the devil put a snare in my way of a dreadful nature indeed, and such a one as I have never had before or since. Going through Aldersgate Street, there was a pretty little child who had been at a dancing-school, and was going home, all alone; and my prompter, like a true devil, set me upon this innocent creature. I talked to it, and it prattled to me again, and I took it by the hand and led it along till I came to a paved alley that goes into Bartholomew Close, and I led it in there. The child said that was not its way home. I said, <|Q|>\u201cYes, my dear, it is; I\u2019ll show you the way home.\u201d<|Q|> The child had a little necklace on of gold beads, and I had my eye upon that, and in the dark of the alley I stooped, pretending to mend the child\u2019s clog that was loose, and took off her necklace, and the child never felt it, and so led the child on again. Here, I say, the devil put me upon killing the child in the dark alley, that it might not cry, but the very thought frighted me so that I was ready to drop down; but I turned the child about and bade it go back again, for that was not its way home. The child said, so she would, and I went through into Bartholomew Close, and then turned round to another passage that goes into St. John Street; then, crossing into Smithfield, went down Chick Lane and into Field Lane to Holborn Bridge, when, mixing with the crowd of people usually passing there, it was not possible to have been found out; and thus I enterprised my second sally into the world.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_6": "Just then they drove up to the Duke of York\u2019s, so Alexander did not commit himself, but followed Mainhall into the theatre. When they entered the stage-box on the left the first act was well under way, the scene being the interior of a cabin in the south of Ireland. As they sat down, a burst of applause drew Alexander\u2019s attention to the stage. Miss Burgoyne and her donkey were thrusting their heads in at the half door. \u201cAfter all,\u201d he reflected, <|Q|>\u201cthere\u2019s small probability of her recognizing me. She doubtless hasn\u2019t thought of me for years.\u201d<|Q|> He felt the enthusiasm of the house at once, and in a few moments he was caught up by the current of MacConnell\u2019s irresistible comedy. The audience had come forewarned, evidently, and whenever the ragged slip of a donkey-girl ran upon the stage there was a deep murmur of approbation, every one smiled and glowed, and Mainhall hitched his heavy chair a little nearer the brass railing.\n\n\u201cYou see,\u201d he murmured in Alexander\u2019s ear, as the curtain fell on the first act,", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_8": "The second act opened before Philly Doyle\u2019s underground still, with Peggy and her battered donkey come in to smuggle a load of potheen across the bog, and to bring Philly word of what was doing in the world without, and of what was happening along the roadsides and ditches with the first gleam of fine weather. Alexander, annoyed by Mainhall\u2019s sighs and exclamations, watched her with keen, half-skeptical interest. As Mainhall had said, she was the second act; the plot and feeling alike depended upon her lightness of foot, her lightness of touch, upon the shrewdness and deft fancifulness that played alternately, and sometimes together, in her mirthful brown eyes. When she began to dance, by way of showing the gossoons what she had seen in the fairy rings at night, the house broke into a prolonged uproar. After her dance she withdrew from the dialogue and retreated to the ditch wall back of Philly\u2019s burrow, where she sat singing <|Q|>\u201cThe Rising of the Moon\u201d<|Q|> and making a wreath of primroses for her donkey.\n\nWhen the act was over Alexander and Mainhall strolled out into the corridor. They met a good many acquaintances; Mainhall, indeed, knew almost every one, and he babbled on incontinently, screwing his small head about over his high collar. Presently he hailed a tall, bearded man, grim-browed and rather battered-looking, who had his opera cloak on his arm and his hat in his hand, and who seemed to be on the point of leaving the theatre.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_8": "I went into the box frankly, and setting the silver tankard on the corner of the bench, I sat down before it, and knocked with my foot; a boy came presently, and I bade him fetch me a pint of warm ale, for it was cold weather; the boy ran, and I heard him go down the cellar to draw the ale. While the boy was gone, another boy came into the room, and cried, \u201cD\u2019 ye call?\u201d I spoke with a melancholy air, and said, \u201cNo, child; the boy is gone for a pint of ale for me.\u201d\n\nWhile I sat here, I heard the woman in the bar say, <|Q|>\u201cAre they all gone in the five?\u201d<|Q|> which was the box I sat in, and the boy said, \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cWho fetched the tankard away?\u201d says the woman. \u201cI did,\u201d says another boy; \u201cthat\u2019s it,\u201d pointing, it seems, to another tankard, which he had fetched from another box by mistake; or else it must be, that the rogue forgot that he had not brought it in, which certainly he had not.\n\nI heard all this, much to my satisfaction, for I found plainly that the tankard was not missed, and yet they concluded it was fetched away; so I drank my ale, called to pay, and as I went away I said,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_6": "I had a great many adventures after this, but I was young in the business, and did not know how to manage, otherwise than as the devil put things into my head; and indeed he was seldom backward to me. One adventure I had which was very lucky to me. I was going through Lombard Street in the dusk of the evening, just by the end of Three King court, when on a sudden comes a fellow running by me as swift as lightning, and throws a bundle that was in his hand, just behind me, as I stood up against the corner of the house at the turning into the alley. Just as he threw it in he said, <|Q|>\u201cGod bless you, mistress, let it lie there a little,\u201d<|Q|> and away he runs swift as the wind. After him comes two more, and immediately a young fellow without his hat, crying \u201cStop thief!\u201d and after him two or three more. They pursued the two last fellows so close, that they were forced to drop what they had got, and one of them was taken into the bargain, and other got off free.\n\nI stood stock-still all this while, till they came back, dragging the poor fellow they had taken, and lugging the things they had found, extremely well satisfied that they had recovered the booty and taken the thief; and thus they passed by me, for I looked only like one who stood up while the crowd was gone.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_9": "I went into the box frankly, and setting the silver tankard on the corner of the bench, I sat down before it, and knocked with my foot; a boy came presently, and I bade him fetch me a pint of warm ale, for it was cold weather; the boy ran, and I heard him go down the cellar to draw the ale. While the boy was gone, another boy came into the room, and cried, \u201cD\u2019 ye call?\u201d I spoke with a melancholy air, and said, \u201cNo, child; the boy is gone for a pint of ale for me.\u201d\n\nWhile I sat here, I heard the woman in the bar say, \u201cAre they all gone in the five?\u201d which was the box I sat in, and the boy said, \u201cYes.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cWho fetched the tankard away?\u201d<|Q|> says the woman. \u201cI did,\u201d says another boy; \u201cthat\u2019s it,\u201d pointing, it seems, to another tankard, which he had fetched from another box by mistake; or else it must be, that the rogue forgot that he had not brought it in, which certainly he had not.\n\nI heard all this, much to my satisfaction, for I found plainly that the tankard was not missed, and yet they concluded it was fetched away; so I drank my ale, called to pay, and as I went away I said,", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_15": "\u201cHe\u2019s hit terribly hard. He\u2019s been wanting to marry Hilda these three years and more. She doesn\u2019t take up with anybody, you know. Irene Burgoyne, one of her family, told me in confidence that there was a romance somewhere back in the beginning. One of your countrymen, Alexander, by the way; an American student whom she met in Paris, I believe. I dare say it\u2019s quite true that there\u2019s never been any one else.\u201d Mainhall vouched for her constancy with a loftiness that made Alexander smile, even while a kind of rapid excitement was tingling through him. Blinking up at the lights, Mainhall added in his luxurious, worldly way: <|Q|>\u201cShe\u2019s an elegant little person, and quite capable of an extravagant bit of sentiment like that. Here comes Sir Harry Towne. He\u2019s another who\u2019s awfully keen about her. Let me introduce you. Sir Harry Towne, Mr. Bartley Alexander, the American engineer.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSir Harry Towne bowed and said that he had met Mr. Alexander and his wife in Tokyo.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_10": "\u201d says the woman. \u201cI did,\u201d says another boy; \u201cthat\u2019s it,\u201d pointing, it seems, to another tankard, which he had fetched from another box by mistake; or else it must be, that the rogue forgot that he had not brought it in, which certainly he had not.\n\nI heard all this, much to my satisfaction, for I found plainly that the tankard was not missed, and yet they concluded it was fetched away; so I drank my ale, called to pay, and as I went away I said, <|Q|>\u201cTake care of your plate, child,\u201d<|Q|> meaning a silver pint mug, which he brought me drink in. The boy said, \u201cYes, madam, very welcome,\u201d and away I came.\n\nI came home to my governess, and now I thought it was a time to try her, that if I might be put to the necessity of being exposed, she might offer me some assistance. When I had been at home some time, and had an opportunity of talking to her, I told her I had a secret of the greatest consequence in the world to commit to her, if she had respect enough for me to keep it a secret. She told me she had kept one of my secrets faithfully; why should I doubt her keeping another? I told her the strangest thing in the world had befallen me, and that it had made a thief of me, even without any design, and so told her the whole story of the tankard.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_12": "I came home to my governess, and now I thought it was a time to try her, that if I might be put to the necessity of being exposed, she might offer me some assistance. When I had been at home some time, and had an opportunity of talking to her, I told her I had a secret of the greatest consequence in the world to commit to her, if she had respect enough for me to keep it a secret. She told me she had kept one of my secrets faithfully; why should I doubt her keeping another? I told her the strangest thing in the world had befallen me, and that it had made a thief of me, even without any design, and so told her the whole story of the tankard. <|Q|>\u201cAnd have you brought it away with you, my dear?\u201d<|Q|> says she. \u201cTo be sure I have,\u201d says I, and showed it her. \u201cBut what shall I do now,\u201d says I; \u201cmust not carry it again?\u201d\n\n\u201cCarry it again!\u201d says she. \u201cAy, if you are minded to be sent to Newgate for stealing it.\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201cthey can\u2019t be so base to stop me, when I carry it to them again?\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t know those sort of people, child,\u201d says she;", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_13": "I came home to my governess, and now I thought it was a time to try her, that if I might be put to the necessity of being exposed, she might offer me some assistance. When I had been at home some time, and had an opportunity of talking to her, I told her I had a secret of the greatest consequence in the world to commit to her, if she had respect enough for me to keep it a secret. She told me she had kept one of my secrets faithfully; why should I doubt her keeping another? I told her the strangest thing in the world had befallen me, and that it had made a thief of me, even without any design, and so told her the whole story of the tankard. \u201cAnd have you brought it away with you, my dear?\u201d says she. <|Q|>\u201cTo be sure I have,\u201d<|Q|> says I, and showed it her. \u201cBut what shall I do now,\u201d says I; \u201cmust not carry it again?\u201d\n\n\u201cCarry it again!\u201d says she. \u201cAy, if you are minded to be sent to Newgate for stealing it.\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201cthey can\u2019t be so base to stop me, when I carry it to them again?\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t know those sort of people, child,\u201d says she; \u201cthey\u2019ll not only carry you to Newgate, but hang you too, without any regard to the honesty of returning it; or bring in an account of all the other tankards they have lost, for you to pay for", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_14": "I came home to my governess, and now I thought it was a time to try her, that if I might be put to the necessity of being exposed, she might offer me some assistance. When I had been at home some time, and had an opportunity of talking to her, I told her I had a secret of the greatest consequence in the world to commit to her, if she had respect enough for me to keep it a secret. She told me she had kept one of my secrets faithfully; why should I doubt her keeping another? I told her the strangest thing in the world had befallen me, and that it had made a thief of me, even without any design, and so told her the whole story of the tankard. \u201cAnd have you brought it away with you, my dear?\u201d says she. \u201cTo be sure I have,\u201d says I, and showed it her. <|Q|>\u201cBut what shall I do now,\u201d<|Q|> says I; \u201cmust not carry it again?\u201d\n\n\u201cCarry it again!\u201d says she. \u201cAy, if you are minded to be sent to Newgate for stealing it.\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201cthey can\u2019t be so base to stop me, when I carry it to them again?\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t know those sort of people, child,\u201d says she; \u201cthey\u2019ll not only carry you to Newgate, but hang you too, without any regard to the honesty of returning it; or bring in an account of all the other tankards they have lost, for you to pay for", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_17": "\u201cI say, Sir Harry, the little girl\u2019s going famously to-night, isn\u2019t she?\u201d\n\nSir Harry wrinkled his brows judiciously. <|Q|>\u201cDo you know, I thought the dance a bit conscious to-night, for the first time. The fact is, she\u2019s feeling rather seedy, poor child. Westmere and I were back after the first act, and we thought she seemed quite uncertain of herself. A little attack of nerves, possibly.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe bowed as the warning bell rang, and Mainhall whispered: \u201cYou know Lord Westmere, of course, \u2014 the stooped man with the long gray mustache, talking to Lady Dowle. Lady Westmere is very fond of Hilda.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_17": "I came home to my governess, and now I thought it was a time to try her, that if I might be put to the necessity of being exposed, she might offer me some assistance. When I had been at home some time, and had an opportunity of talking to her, I told her I had a secret of the greatest consequence in the world to commit to her, if she had respect enough for me to keep it a secret. She told me she had kept one of my secrets faithfully; why should I doubt her keeping another? I told her the strangest thing in the world had befallen me, and that it had made a thief of me, even without any design, and so told her the whole story of the tankard. \u201cAnd have you brought it away with you, my dear?\u201d says she. \u201cTo be sure I have,\u201d says I, and showed it her. \u201cBut what shall I do now,\u201d says I; \u201cmust not carry it again?\u201d\n\n\u201cCarry it again!\u201d says she. <|Q|>\u201cAy, if you are minded to be sent to Newgate for stealing it.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201cthey can\u2019t be so base to stop me, when I carry it to them again?\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t know those sort of people, child,\u201d says she; \u201cthey\u2019ll not only carry you to Newgate, but hang you too, without any regard to the honesty of returning it; or bring in an account of all the other tankards they have lost, for you to pay for.\u201d \u201cWhat must I do, then?\u201d says I. \u201cNay,\u201d says she,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_16": "I came home to my governess, and now I thought it was a time to try her, that if I might be put to the necessity of being exposed, she might offer me some assistance. When I had been at home some time, and had an opportunity of talking to her, I told her I had a secret of the greatest consequence in the world to commit to her, if she had respect enough for me to keep it a secret. She told me she had kept one of my secrets faithfully; why should I doubt her keeping another? I told her the strangest thing in the world had befallen me, and that it had made a thief of me, even without any design, and so told her the whole story of the tankard. \u201cAnd have you brought it away with you, my dear?\u201d says she. \u201cTo be sure I have,\u201d says I, and showed it her. \u201cBut what shall I do now,\u201d says I; \u201cmust not carry it again?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCarry it again!\u201d<|Q|> says she. \u201cAy, if you are minded to be sent to Newgate for stealing it.\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201cthey can\u2019t be so base to stop me, when I carry it to them again?\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t know those sort of people, child,\u201d says she; \u201cthey\u2019ll not only carry you to Newgate, but hang you too, without any regard to the honesty of returning it; or bring in an account of all the other tankards they have lost, for you to pay for", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_19": "\u201cAnd have you brought it away with you, my dear?\u201d says she. \u201cTo be sure I have,\u201d says I, and showed it her. \u201cBut what shall I do now,\u201d says I; \u201cmust not carry it again?\u201d\n\n\u201cCarry it again!\u201d says she. \u201cAy, if you are minded to be sent to Newgate for stealing it.\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201cthey can\u2019t be so base to stop me, when I carry it to them again?\u201d <|Q|>\u201cYou don\u2019t know those sort of people, child,\u201d<|Q|> says she; \u201cthey\u2019ll not only carry you to Newgate, but hang you too, without any regard to the honesty of returning it; or bring in an account of all the other tankards they have lost, for you to pay for.\u201d \u201cWhat must I do, then?\u201d says I. \u201cNay,\u201d says she, \u201cas you have played the cunning part and stole it, you must e\u2019en keep it; there\u2019s no going back now. Besides, child,\u201d says she,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_40": "When it was the Seventy-fourth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Eunuch said to Zau al-Makan, \"O my lord, I have sought thee these several times this night, for my mistress biddeth thee to her.\" Quoth Zau al- Makan, <|Q|>\"And who be this bitch that seeketh for me? Allah curse her and curse her husband with her!\"[FN#315<|Q|>] And he began to revile the Eunuch, who could make him no answer, because his mistress had charged him to do Zau al-Makan no hurt, nor bring him save of his own especial free will; and, if he would not accompany him, to give him the thousand dinars. So the Castrato began to speak him fair and say to him, \"O my lord, take this purse and go with me. We will do thee no upright, O my son, nor wrong thee in aught; but our object is that thou bend thy gracious steps with me to my mistress, to receive her answer and return in weal and safety: and thou shalt have a handsome present as one who bringeth good news", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_21": "When Alexander returned to his hotel \u2014 he shook Mainhall at the door of the theatre \u2014 he had some supper brought up to his room, and it was late before he went to bed. He had not thought of Hilda Burgoyne for years; indeed, he had almost forgotten her. He had last written to her from Canada, after he first met Winifred, telling her that everything was changed with him \u2014 that he had met a woman whom he would marry if he could; if he could not, then all the more was everything changed for him. Hilda had never replied to his letter. He felt guilty and unhappy about her for a time, but after Winifred promised to marry him he really forgot Hilda altogether. When he wrote her that everything was changed for him, he was telling the truth. After he met Winifred Pemberton he seemed to himself like a different man. One night when he and Winifred were sitting together on the bridge, he told her that things had happened while he was studying abroad that he was sorry for, \u2014 one thing in particular, \u2014 and he asked her whether she thought she ought to know about them. She considered a moment and then said \u201cNo, I think not, though I am glad you ask me. You see, one can\u2019t be jealous about things in general; but about particular, definite, personal things,\u201d \u2014 here she had thrown her hands up to his shoulders with a quick, impulsive gesture \u2014 <|Q|>\u201coh, about those I should be very jealous. I should torture myself \u2014 I couldn\u2019t help it.\u201d<|Q|> After that it was easy to forget, actually to forget. He wondered to-night, as he poured his wine, how many times he had thought of Hilda in the last ten years. He had been in London more or less, but he had never happened to hear of her. \u201cAll the same,\u201d he lifted his glass, \u201chere\u2019s to you, little Hilda. You\u2019ve made things come your way, and I never thought you\u2019d do it.\n\n\u201cOf course,\u201d he reflected, \u201cshe always had that combination of something homely and sensible, and something utterly wild and daft. But I never thought she\u2019d do anything. She hadn\u2019t much ambition then, and she was too fond of trifles. She must care about the theatre a great deal more than she used to. Perhaps she has me to thank for something, after all. Sometimes a little jolt like that does one good. She was a daft, generous little thing. I\u2019m glad she\u2019s held her own since. After all, we were awfully young. It was youth and poverty and proximity, and everything was young and kindly. I shouldn\u2019t wonder if she could laugh about it with me now. I shouldn\u2019t wonder \u2014 But they\u2019ve probably spoiled her, so that she\u2019d be tiresome if one met her again.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_20": "\u201d says she. \u201cTo be sure I have,\u201d says I, and showed it her. \u201cBut what shall I do now,\u201d says I; \u201cmust not carry it again?\u201d\n\n\u201cCarry it again!\u201d says she. \u201cAy, if you are minded to be sent to Newgate for stealing it.\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201cthey can\u2019t be so base to stop me, when I carry it to them again?\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t know those sort of people, child,\u201d says she; <|Q|>\u201cthey\u2019ll not only carry you to Newgate, but hang you too, without any regard to the honesty of returning it; or bring in an account of all the other tankards they have lost, for you to pay for.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cWhat must I do, then?\u201d says I. \u201cNay,\u201d says she, \u201cas you have played the cunning part and stole it, you must e\u2019en keep it; there\u2019s no going back now. Besides, child,\u201d says she, \u201cdon\u2019t you want it more than they do? I wish you could light of such a bargain once a week.\u201d\n\nThis gave me a new notion of my governess, and that since she was turned pawnbroker, she had a sort of people about her that were none of the honest ones that I had met with there before.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_3": "Murdoch shook his head. \"In the first place, I'm not registered.\"\n\nIzzy grinned. <|Q|>\"Every cop's registered in his own precinct; Wayne got the honor system fixed for us. Show your papers and go into any booth in your territory. That's all. And you'd better be seen voting often, too, Cap'n. What's your precinct?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Eleventh, but I'm not voting. I'd like to come along with you to observe, but I wouldn't make any choice between Wayne and Nolan.\"", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_23": "\u201d says she; \u201cthey\u2019ll not only carry you to Newgate, but hang you too, without any regard to the honesty of returning it; or bring in an account of all the other tankards they have lost, for you to pay for.\u201d \u201cWhat must I do, then?\u201d says I. \u201cNay,\u201d says she, \u201cas you have played the cunning part and stole it, you must e\u2019en keep it; there\u2019s no going back now. Besides, child,\u201d says she, <|Q|>\u201cdon\u2019t you want it more than they do? I wish you could light of such a bargain once a week.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThis gave me a new notion of my governess, and that since she was turned pawnbroker, she had a sort of people about her that were none of the honest ones that I had met with there before.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_5": "Downstairs, the rear room was locked, with one of Mother Corey's guards at the door. From inside came the rare sound of water splashing, mixed with a wheezing, off-key caterwauling. Mother Corey was apparently making good on his promise to take a bath. As they reached the hall, one of Trench's lieutenants came through the entrance, waving his badge at the protesting man outside.\n\nHe spotted the three, and jerked his thumb. <|Q|>\"Come on, you. We're late. And I ain't staying on the streets when it gets going.\"<|Q|>\n\nA small police car was waiting outside, and they headed for it. Bruce Gordon looked at the debacle left behind the drunken, looting mob. Most of the barricades were down. Here and there, a few citizens were rushing about trying to restore them, keeping wary eyes on the mobsters who had passed out on the streets.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_24": "I found also that in following this trade she always melted down the plate she bought, that it might not be challenged; and she came to me and told me one morning that she was going to melt, and if I would, she would put my tankard in, that it might not be seen by anybody. I told her, with all my heart; so she weighed it, and allowed me the full value in silver again; but I found she did not do the same to the rest of her customers.\n\nSome time after this, as I was at work, and very melancholy, she begins to ask me what the matter was, as she was used to do. I told her my heart was heavy; I had little work, and nothing to live on, and knew not what course to take. She laughed, and told me I must go out again and try my fortune; it might be that I might meet with another piece of plate. <|Q|>\u201cO mother!\u201d<|Q|> says I, \u201cthat is a trade I have no skill in, and if I should be taken I am undone at once.\u201d Says she, \u201cI could help you to a schoolmistress that shall make you as dexterous as herself.\u201d I trembled at that proposal, for hitherto I had had no confederates, nor any acquaintance among that tribe. But she conquered all my modesty, and all my fears; and in a little time, by the help of this confederate, I grew as impudent a thief, and as dexterous as ever Moll Cutpurse was, though, if fame does not belie her, not half so handsome.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_6": "A small police car was waiting outside, and they headed for it. Bruce Gordon looked at the debacle left behind the drunken, looting mob. Most of the barricades were down. Here and there, a few citizens were rushing about trying to restore them, keeping wary eyes on the mobsters who had passed out on the streets.\n\nSuddenly a siren blasted out in sharp bursts, and the lieutenant jumped. <|Q|>\"Come on, you gees. I gotta be back in half an hour.\"<|Q|>\n\nThey piled inside, and the little electric car took off at its top speed. But now the quietness had been broken. There were trucks coming out of the plastics plant, and mobsters were gathering up their drunks, and chasing the citizens back into their houses. Some of them were wearing the forbidden guns, but it wouldn't matter on a day when no police were on duty.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_27": "At length she put me to practice. She had shown me her art, and I had several times unhooked a watch from her own side with great dexterity. At last she showed me a prize, and this was a young lady big with child, who had a charming watch. The thing was to be done as she came out of church. She goes on one side of the lady, and pretends, just as she came to the steps, to fall, and fell against the lady with so much violence as put her into a great fright, and both cried out terribly. In the very moment that she jostled the lady, I had hold of the watch, and holding it the right way, the start she gave drew the hook out, and she never felt it. I made off immediately, and left my schoolmistress to come out of her pretended fright gradually, and the lady too; and presently the watch was missed. \u201cAy,\u201d says my comrade, <|Q|>\u201cthen it was those rogues that thrust me down, I warrant ye; I wonder the gentlewoman did not miss her watch before, then we might have taken them.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe humoured the thing so well that nobody suspected her, and I was got home a full hour before her. This was my first adventure in company. The watch was indeed a very fine one, and had a great many trinkets about it, and my governess allowed us \u00a320 for it, of which I had half. And thus I was entered a complete thief, hardened to the pitch above all the reflections of conscience or modesty, and to a degree which I must acknowledge I never thought possible in me.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_10": "There were scowls, but they let it go. Then Gordon was in the little booth. It seemed to be in order. There were the books of registration, with a checker for Wayne, one for Nolan, and a third, supposedly neutral, behind the plank that served as a desk. The Nolan man was protesting.\n\n<|Q|>\"He's been dead for ten years. I know him. He's my uncle.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"There's a Mike Thaler registered, and this guy says he's Thaler,\" the Wayne man said decisively. \"He votes.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_1": "While they sat at dinner Mainhall acquainted Bartley with the fortunes of his old friends in London, and as they left the table he proposed that they should go to see Hugh MacConnell\u2019s new comedy, \u201cBog Lights.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s really quite the best thing MacConnell\u2019s done,\u201d<|Q|> he explained as they got into a hansom. \u201cIt\u2019s tremendously well put on, too. Florence Merrill and Cyril Henderson. But Hilda Burgoyne\u2019s the hit of the piece. Hugh\u2019s written a delightful part for her, and she\u2019s quite inexpressible. It\u2019s been on only two weeks, and I\u2019ve been half a dozen times already. I happen to have MacConnell\u2019s box for tonight or there\u2019d be no chance of our getting places. There\u2019s everything in seeing Hilda while she\u2019s fresh in a part. She\u2019s apt to grow a bit stale after a time. The ones who have any imagination do.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_3": "\u201cIt\u2019s tremendously well put on, too. Florence Merrill and Cyril Henderson. But Hilda Burgoyne\u2019s the hit of the piece. Hugh\u2019s written a delightful part for her, and she\u2019s quite inexpressible. It\u2019s been on only two weeks, and I\u2019ve been half a dozen times already. I happen to have MacConnell\u2019s box for tonight or there\u2019d be no chance of our getting places. There\u2019s everything in seeing Hilda while she\u2019s fresh in a part. She\u2019s apt to grow a bit stale after a time. The ones who have any imagination do.\u201d\n\n\u201cHilda Burgoyne!\u201d Alexander exclaimed mildly. <|Q|>\u201cWhy, I haven\u2019t heard of her for \u2014 years.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMainhall laughed. \u201cThen you can\u2019t have heard much at all, my dear Alexander. It\u2019s only lately, since MacConnell and his set have got hold of her, that she\u2019s come up. Myself, I always knew she had it in her. If we had one real critic in London \u2014 but what can one expect? Do you know, Alexander,\u201d \u2014 Mainhall looked with perplexity up into the top of the hansom and rubbed his pink cheek with his gloved finger, \u2014", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_4": "\u201cHilda Burgoyne!\u201d Alexander exclaimed mildly. \u201cWhy, I haven\u2019t heard of her for \u2014 years.\u201d\n\nMainhall laughed. <|Q|>\u201cThen you can\u2019t have heard much at all, my dear Alexander. It\u2019s only lately, since MacConnell and his set have got hold of her, that she\u2019s come up. Myself, I always knew she had it in her. If we had one real critic in London \u2014 but what can one expect? Do you know, Alexander,\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 Mainhall looked with perplexity up into the top of the hansom and rubbed his pink cheek with his gloved finger, \u2014 \u201cdo you know, I sometimes think of taking to criticism seriously myself. In a way, it would be a sacrifice; but, dear me, we do need some one.\u201d\n\nJust then they drove up to the Duke of York\u2019s, so Alexander did not commit himself, but followed Mainhall into the theatre. When they entered the stage-box on the left the first act was well under way, the scene being the interior of a cabin in the south of Ireland. As they sat down, a burst of applause drew Alexander\u2019s attention to the stage. Miss Burgoyne and her donkey were thrusting their heads in at the half door. \u201cAfter all,\u201d he reflected,", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_5": "Mainhall laughed. \u201cThen you can\u2019t have heard much at all, my dear Alexander. It\u2019s only lately, since MacConnell and his set have got hold of her, that she\u2019s come up. Myself, I always knew she had it in her. If we had one real critic in London \u2014 but what can one expect? Do you know, Alexander,\u201d \u2014 Mainhall looked with perplexity up into the top of the hansom and rubbed his pink cheek with his gloved finger, \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cdo you know, I sometimes think of taking to criticism seriously myself. In a way, it would be a sacrifice; but, dear me, we do need some one.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nJust then they drove up to the Duke of York\u2019s, so Alexander did not commit himself, but followed Mainhall into the theatre. When they entered the stage-box on the left the first act was well under way, the scene being the interior of a cabin in the south of Ireland. As they sat down, a burst of applause drew Alexander\u2019s attention to the stage. Miss Burgoyne and her donkey were thrusting their heads in at the half door. \u201cAfter all,\u201d he reflected,", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_15": "\"It's Murtagh. M-U-R-T-A-G-H. Owen Murtagh, of 738 Morrisy -- \"\n\n\"Protest!\" The Wayne man cut off the frantic wriggling of the Nolan checker's finger toward the line in the book. <|Q|>\"When a man can't get the name straight the first time, it's suspicious.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe supposedly neutral checker nodded. \"Better check the name off, unless the real Murtagh shows up. Any objections, Yeoman?\"", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_4": "But my own distresses silenced all these reflections, and the prospect of my own starving, which grew every day more frightful to me, hardened my heart by degrees. It was then particularly heavy upon my mind, that I had been reformed, and had, as I hoped, repented of all my past wickedness; that I had lived a sober, grave, retired life for several years, but now I should be driven by the dreadful necessity of my circumstances to the gates of destruction, soul and body; and two or three times I fell upon my knees, praying to God, as well as I could, for deliverance; but I cannot but say, my prayers had no hope in them. I knew not what to do; it was all fear without, and dark within; and I reflected on my past life as not sincerely repented of, that Heaven was now beginning to punish me on this side of the grave, and would make me as miserable as I had been wicked.\n\nHad I gone on here I had perhaps been a true penitent; but I had an evil counsellor within, and he was continually prompting me to relieve myself by the worst means; so one evening he tempted me again, by the same wicked impulse that had said <|Q|>\u201cTake that bundle,\u201d<|Q|> to go out again and seek for what might happen.\n\nI went out now by daylight, and wandered about I knew not whither, and in search of I knew not what, when the devil put a snare in my way of a dreadful nature indeed, and such a one as I have never had before or since. Going through Aldersgate Street, there was a pretty little child who had been at a dancing-school, and was going home, all alone; and my prompter, like a true devil, set me upon this innocent creature. I talked to it, and it prattled to me again, and I took it by the hand and led it along till I came to a paved alley that goes into Bartholomew Close, and I led it in there. The child said that was not its way home. I said,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_7": "I went into the box frankly, and setting the silver tankard on the corner of the bench, I sat down before it, and knocked with my foot; a boy came presently, and I bade him fetch me a pint of warm ale, for it was cold weather; the boy ran, and I heard him go down the cellar to draw the ale. While the boy was gone, another boy came into the room, and cried, \u201cD\u2019 ye call?\u201d I spoke with a melancholy air, and said, <|Q|>\u201cNo, child; the boy is gone for a pint of ale for me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWhile I sat here, I heard the woman in the bar say, \u201cAre they all gone in the five?\u201d which was the box I sat in, and the boy said, \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cWho fetched the tankard away?\u201d says the woman. \u201cI did,\u201d says another boy; \u201cthat\u2019s it,\u201d pointing, it seems, to another tankard, which he had fetched from another box by mistake; or else it must be, that the rogue forgot that he had not brought it in, which certainly he had not.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_17": "The Nolan man had no objections -- outwardly. He was sweating, and the surprise in his eyes indicated that this was all new to him.\n\nBruce Gordon came next, showing his badge. He was passed with a nod, and headed for the little closed-off polling place. But the Wayne man touched his arm and indicated a ballot. There were two piles, and this pile was already filled out for Wayne. <|Q|>\"Saves trouble, unless you want to do it yourself,\"<|Q|> he suggested.\n\nGordon shrugged, and shoved it into the slot. He went outside and waited for Izzy to follow. It was raw beyond anything he'd expected -- but at least it saved any doubt about the votes.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_10": "\u201cMacConnell, let me introduce Mr. Bartley Alexander. I say! It\u2019s going famously to-night, Mac. And what an audience! You\u2019ll never do anything like this again, mark me. A man writes to the top of his bent only once.\u201d\n\nThe playwright gave Mainhall a curious look out of his deep-set faded eyes and made a wry face. <|Q|>\u201cAnd have I done anything so fool as that, now?\u201d<|Q|> he asked.\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s what I was saying,\u201d Mainhall lounged a little nearer and dropped into a tone even more conspicuously confidential. \u201cAnd you\u2019ll never bring Hilda out like this again. Dear me, Mac, the girl couldn\u2019t possibly be better, you know.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_11": "The playwright gave Mainhall a curious look out of his deep-set faded eyes and made a wry face. \u201cAnd have I done anything so fool as that, now?\u201d he asked.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat\u2019s what I was saying,\u201d<|Q|> Mainhall lounged a little nearer and dropped into a tone even more conspicuously confidential. \u201cAnd you\u2019ll never bring Hilda out like this again. Dear me, Mac, the girl couldn\u2019t possibly be better, you know.\u201d\n\nMacConnell grunted. \u201cShe\u2019ll do well enough if she keeps her pace and doesn\u2019t go off on us in the middle of the season, as she\u2019s more than like to do.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_12": "The playwright gave Mainhall a curious look out of his deep-set faded eyes and made a wry face. \u201cAnd have I done anything so fool as that, now?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s what I was saying,\u201d Mainhall lounged a little nearer and dropped into a tone even more conspicuously confidential. <|Q|>\u201cAnd you\u2019ll never bring Hilda out like this again. Dear me, Mac, the girl couldn\u2019t possibly be better, you know.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMacConnell grunted. \u201cShe\u2019ll do well enough if she keeps her pace and doesn\u2019t go off on us in the middle of the season, as she\u2019s more than like to do.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_13": "\u201cThat\u2019s what I was saying,\u201d Mainhall lounged a little nearer and dropped into a tone even more conspicuously confidential. \u201cAnd you\u2019ll never bring Hilda out like this again. Dear me, Mac, the girl couldn\u2019t possibly be better, you know.\u201d\n\nMacConnell grunted. <|Q|>\u201cShe\u2019ll do well enough if she keeps her pace and doesn\u2019t go off on us in the middle of the season, as she\u2019s more than like to do.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe nodded curtly and made for the door, dodging acquaintances as he went.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_22": "Murdoch turned on his heel. \"I've had enough. I've made up my mind,\" he said. \"The cable offices must be open for the doctored reports on the election to Earth. Where's the nearest?\"\n\nIzzy frowned, but supplied the information. Bruce Gordon pulled Murdoch aside. <|Q|>\"Come off the head-cop role; it won't work. They must have had reports on elections before this.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Damn the trouble. It's never been this raw before. Look at Izzy's face, Gordon. Even he's shocked. Something has to be done about this, before worse happens. I've still got connections back there -- \"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_16": "Mainhall cut in impatiently.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI say, Sir Harry, the little girl\u2019s going famously to-night, isn\u2019t she?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSir Harry wrinkled his brows judiciously. \u201cDo you know, I thought the dance a bit conscious to-night, for the first time. The fact is, she\u2019s feeling rather seedy, poor child. Westmere and I were back after the first act, and we thought she seemed quite uncertain of herself. A little attack of nerves, possibly.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_11": "\u201d says the woman. \u201cI did,\u201d says another boy; \u201cthat\u2019s it,\u201d pointing, it seems, to another tankard, which he had fetched from another box by mistake; or else it must be, that the rogue forgot that he had not brought it in, which certainly he had not.\n\nI heard all this, much to my satisfaction, for I found plainly that the tankard was not missed, and yet they concluded it was fetched away; so I drank my ale, called to pay, and as I went away I said, \u201cTake care of your plate, child,\u201d meaning a silver pint mug, which he brought me drink in. The boy said, <|Q|>\u201cYes, madam, very welcome,\u201d<|Q|> and away I came.\n\nI came home to my governess, and now I thought it was a time to try her, that if I might be put to the necessity of being exposed, she might offer me some assistance. When I had been at home some time, and had an opportunity of talking to her, I told her I had a secret of the greatest consequence in the world to commit to her, if she had respect enough for me to keep it a secret. She told me she had kept one of my secrets faithfully; why should I doubt her keeping another? I told her the strangest thing in the world had befallen me, and that it had made a thief of me, even without any design, and so told her the whole story of the tankard.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_18": "Sir Harry wrinkled his brows judiciously. \u201cDo you know, I thought the dance a bit conscious to-night, for the first time. The fact is, she\u2019s feeling rather seedy, poor child. Westmere and I were back after the first act, and we thought she seemed quite uncertain of herself. A little attack of nerves, possibly.\u201d\n\nHe bowed as the warning bell rang, and Mainhall whispered: <|Q|>\u201cYou know Lord Westmere, of course, \u2014 the stooped man with the long gray mustache, talking to Lady Dowle. Lady Westmere is very fond of Hilda.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWhen they reached their box the house was darkened and the orchestra was playing \u201cThe Cloak of Old Gaul.\u201d In a moment Peggy was on the stage again, and Alexander applauded vigorously with the rest. He even leaned forward over the rail a little. For some reason he felt pleased and flattered by the enthusiasm of the audience. In the half-light he looked about at the stalls and boxes and smiled a little consciously, recalling with amusement Sir Harry\u2019s judicial frown. He was beginning to feel a keen interest in the slender, barefoot donkey-girl who slipped in and out of the play, singing, like some one winding through a hilly field. He leaned forward and beamed felicitations as warmly as Mainhall himself when, at the end of the play, she came again and again before the curtain, panting a little and flushed, her eyes dancing and her eager, nervous little mouth tremulous with excitement.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_19": "He bowed as the warning bell rang, and Mainhall whispered: \u201cYou know Lord Westmere, of course, \u2014 the stooped man with the long gray mustache, talking to Lady Dowle. Lady Westmere is very fond of Hilda.\u201d\n\nWhen they reached their box the house was darkened and the orchestra was playing <|Q|>\u201cThe Cloak of Old Gaul.\u201d<|Q|> In a moment Peggy was on the stage again, and Alexander applauded vigorously with the rest. He even leaned forward over the rail a little. For some reason he felt pleased and flattered by the enthusiasm of the audience. In the half-light he looked about at the stalls and boxes and smiled a little consciously, recalling with amusement Sir Harry\u2019s judicial frown. He was beginning to feel a keen interest in the slender, barefoot donkey-girl who slipped in and out of the play, singing, like some one winding through a hilly field. He leaned forward and beamed felicitations as warmly as Mainhall himself when, at the end of the play, she came again and again before the curtain, panting a little and flushed, her eyes dancing and her eager, nervous little mouth tremulous with excitement.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_20": "When Alexander returned to his hotel \u2014 he shook Mainhall at the door of the theatre \u2014 he had some supper brought up to his room, and it was late before he went to bed. He had not thought of Hilda Burgoyne for years; indeed, he had almost forgotten her. He had last written to her from Canada, after he first met Winifred, telling her that everything was changed with him \u2014 that he had met a woman whom he would marry if he could; if he could not, then all the more was everything changed for him. Hilda had never replied to his letter. He felt guilty and unhappy about her for a time, but after Winifred promised to marry him he really forgot Hilda altogether. When he wrote her that everything was changed for him, he was telling the truth. After he met Winifred Pemberton he seemed to himself like a different man. One night when he and Winifred were sitting together on the bridge, he told her that things had happened while he was studying abroad that he was sorry for, \u2014 one thing in particular, \u2014 and he asked her whether she thought she ought to know about them. She considered a moment and then said <|Q|>\u201cNo, I think not, though I am glad you ask me. You see, one can\u2019t be jealous about things in general; but about particular, definite, personal things,\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 here she had thrown her hands up to his shoulders with a quick, impulsive gesture \u2014 \u201coh, about those I should be very jealous. I should torture myself \u2014 I couldn\u2019t help it.\u201d After that it was easy to forget, actually to forget. He wondered to-night, as he poured his wine, how many times he had thought of Hilda in the last ten years. He had been in London more or less, but he had never happened to hear of her. \u201cAll the same,\u201d he lifted his glass, \u201chere\u2019s to you, little Hilda. You\u2019ve made things come your way, and I never thought you\u2019d do it.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_29": "The gag had just come out when the Star Point man jumped into view again, waving a rag over his head and yelling. Captain Trench followed him out, and began pointing toward the gray car.\n\n\"They want me,\" Murdoch gasped thickly. <|Q|>\"Get out, Gordon, before they gang up on us!\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon jerked his eyes back toward the alley on the other side. It went at an angle and would offer some protection.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_0": "Izzy was up first the next morning, urging them to hurry before things began to hum. From somewhere, he dug up a suit of clothes that Murdoch could wear. He found the gun that Gordon had confiscated from O'Neill and filled it from a box of ammunition he'd apparently purchased.\n\n<|Q|>\"I picked up some special permits,\"<|Q|> he said. \"I knew you had this cannon, gov'nor, and I figured it'd come in handy. Wouldn't be caught dead with one myself. Knives, that's my specialty. Come on, Cap'n, we gotta get out the vote.\"\n\nMurdoch shook his head. \"In the first place, I'm not registered.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_31": "They smacked into the tangle of Star Point trucks, and came to a grinding halt, men piling out ready for battle. Gordon nodded. In a few minutes, Wayne's supporters would have the booth again; there'd be a delay before any organized search could be made for the fugitives. He looked down at Murdoch's shoulder.\n\n\"Come on,\" he said finally. <|Q|>\"Or should I carry you?\"<|Q|>\n\nMurdoch shook his head. \"I'll walk. Get me to a place where we can talk -- and be damned to this. Gordon, I've got to talk -- but I don't have to live. I mean that!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_1": "Izzy was up first the next morning, urging them to hurry before things began to hum. From somewhere, he dug up a suit of clothes that Murdoch could wear. He found the gun that Gordon had confiscated from O'Neill and filled it from a box of ammunition he'd apparently purchased.\n\n\"I picked up some special permits,\" he said. <|Q|>\"I knew you had this cannon, gov'nor, and I figured it'd come in handy. Wouldn't be caught dead with one myself. Knives, that's my specialty. Come on, Cap'n, we gotta get out the vote.\"<|Q|>\n\nMurdoch shook his head. \"In the first place, I'm not registered.\"", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_22": "\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201cthey can\u2019t be so base to stop me, when I carry it to them again?\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t know those sort of people, child,\u201d says she; \u201cthey\u2019ll not only carry you to Newgate, but hang you too, without any regard to the honesty of returning it; or bring in an account of all the other tankards they have lost, for you to pay for.\u201d \u201cWhat must I do, then?\u201d says I. \u201cNay,\u201d says she, <|Q|>\u201cas you have played the cunning part and stole it, you must e\u2019en keep it; there\u2019s no going back now. Besides, child,\u201d<|Q|> says she, \u201cdon\u2019t you want it more than they do? I wish you could light of such a bargain once a week.\u201d\n\nThis gave me a new notion of my governess, and that since she was turned pawnbroker, she had a sort of people about her that were none of the honest ones that I had met with there before.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_4": "Izzy grinned. \"Every cop's registered in his own precinct; Wayne got the honor system fixed for us. Show your papers and go into any booth in your territory. That's all. And you'd better be seen voting often, too, Cap'n. What's your precinct?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Eleventh, but I'm not voting. I'd like to come along with you to observe, but I wouldn't make any choice between Wayne and Nolan.\"<|Q|>\n\nDownstairs, the rear room was locked, with one of Mother Corey's guards at the door. From inside came the rare sound of water splashing, mixed with a wheezing, off-key caterwauling. Mother Corey was apparently making good on his promise to take a bath. As they reached the hall, one of Trench's lieutenants came through the entrance, waving his badge at the protesting man outside.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_50": "\" When Nuzhat al-Zaman heard this, she broke out into excessive weeping and sobbing, and said to the Eunuch, \"Ask him if he have parted from one he loveth even as his mother or father.\" The Castrato asked as she bade him, and Zau al-Makan replied, \"Yes, I have parted from every one I loved: but the dearest of all to me was my sister, from whom Fate hath separated me.\" When Nuzhat al- Zaman heard this, she exclaimed, <|Q|>\"Allah Almighty reunite him with what he loveth!\"<|Q|> \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-fifth Night,", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_35": "The old man lay on the bed, and this time there was no question of concussion. The woman nodded. \"Yes. Pappa is dead, God forbid it. He would try to vote. I told him and told him -- and then ... With my own hands, I carried him here.\"\n\nGordon felt sick. He started to turn, but she shook her head quickly. <|Q|>\"No. Pappa is dead. He needs no beds now, and your friend is suffering; put him here.\"<|Q|>\n\nShe lifted the frail body of the old man and lowered him onto the floor with a strength that seemed impossible. Then her hands were gentle as she helped lower Murdoch where the corpse had been. \"I'll get alcohol from below -- and bandages and hot water.\"", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_26": "Some time after this, as I was at work, and very melancholy, she begins to ask me what the matter was, as she was used to do. I told her my heart was heavy; I had little work, and nothing to live on, and knew not what course to take. She laughed, and told me I must go out again and try my fortune; it might be that I might meet with another piece of plate. \u201cO mother!\u201d says I, \u201cthat is a trade I have no skill in, and if I should be taken I am undone at once.\u201d Says she, <|Q|>\u201cI could help you to a schoolmistress that shall make you as dexterous as herself.\u201d<|Q|> I trembled at that proposal, for hitherto I had had no confederates, nor any acquaintance among that tribe. But she conquered all my modesty, and all my fears; and in a little time, by the help of this confederate, I grew as impudent a thief, and as dexterous as ever Moll Cutpurse was, though, if fame does not belie her, not half so handsome.\n\nThe comrade she helped me to dealt in three sorts of craft, viz. shoplifting, stealing of shop-books and pocket-books, and taking off gold watches from the ladies\u2019 sides; and this last she did so dexterously that no woman ever arrived to the performance of that art so as to do it like her. I liked the first and the last of these things very well, and I attended her some time in the practice, just as a deputy attends a midwife, without any pay.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_34": "\"Ach, Gott,\" she breathed. Her hands trembled as she relocked the seal. Then she brushed the thin hair off her face, and pointed. Gordon followed her up the stairs, carrying Murdoch on his back. She opened a door, passed through a tiny kitchen, and threw open another door to a bedroom.\n\nThe old man lay on the bed, and this time there was no question of concussion. The woman nodded. <|Q|>\"Yes. Pappa is dead, God forbid it. He would try to vote. I told him and told him -- and then ... With my own hands, I carried him here.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon felt sick. He started to turn, but she shook her head quickly. \"No. Pappa is dead. He needs no beds now, and your friend is suffering; put him here.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_36": "Gordon felt sick. He started to turn, but she shook her head quickly. \"No. Pappa is dead. He needs no beds now, and your friend is suffering; put him here.\"\n\nShe lifted the frail body of the old man and lowered him onto the floor with a strength that seemed impossible. Then her hands were gentle as she helped lower Murdoch where the corpse had been. <|Q|>\"I'll get alcohol from below -- and bandages and hot water.\"<|Q|>\n\nAsa Murdoch opened his eyes, breathing stertoriously. His face was blanched, his clothes a mess. But he protested as Gordon tried to strip them. \"Let them go, kid. There's no way to save me now. And listen!\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_11": "\" \"By Allah,\" replied the Fireman, \"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him!\" Quoth the Eunuch, \"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand.\" Said the Fireman, <|Q|>\"Go thou back and I will bring him to thee.\"<|Q|> So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her, \"None knoweth who it was; it must have been some passer by, some wayfarer.\" And she was silent. Meanwhile, Zau al-Makan came to himself and saw that the moon had reached the middle Heavens; the breath of the dawn breeze[FN#310] breathed upon him and his heart was moved to longing and sadness; so he cleared his throat and was about to recite verses, when the Fire man asked him,", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_40": "She went back to trying to bandage the bleeding bluish hole in his chest. Murdoch nodded faintly.\n\n<|Q|>\"Probably what happened to a lot -- men like Trench, supposed to build an organization, just leaving the loose ends hanging.\"<|Q|> He groaned; sweat popped out on his forehead, but his eyes never left Gordon's. \"Hell's going to pop. The government's just waiting to step in; Earth wants to take over.\"\n\n\"It should,\" Gordon said.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_11": "\"He's been dead for ten years. I know him. He's my uncle.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"There's a Mike Thaler registered, and this guy says he's Thaler,\"<|Q|> the Wayne man said decisively. \"He votes.\"\n\nOne of the Planters passed his gun to the inspector for the Wayne side. The Nolan man gulped, and nodded. \"Heh-heh, yes, just a mix-up. He's registered, so he votes.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_13": "One of the Planters passed his gun to the inspector for the Wayne side. The Nolan man gulped, and nodded. \"Heh-heh, yes, just a mix-up. He's registered, so he votes.\"\n\nThe next man Gordon recognized as being from one of the small shops on his beat. The fellow's eyes were desperate, but he was forcing himself to go through with it. \"Murtagh,\" he said, and his voice broke on the second syllable. <|Q|>\"Owen Murtagh.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Murtang.... No registration!\" The Wayne checker shrugged. \"Next!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_14": "The next man Gordon recognized as being from one of the small shops on his beat. The fellow's eyes were desperate, but he was forcing himself to go through with it. \"Murtagh,\" he said, and his voice broke on the second syllable. \"Owen Murtagh.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Murtang.... No registration!\"<|Q|> The Wayne checker shrugged. \"Next!\"\n\n\"It's Murtagh. M-U-R-T-A-G-H. Owen Murtagh, of 738 Morrisy -- \"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_16": "\"Protest!\" The Wayne man cut off the frantic wriggling of the Nolan checker's finger toward the line in the book. \"When a man can't get the name straight the first time, it's suspicious.\"\n\nThe supposedly neutral checker nodded. <|Q|>\"Better check the name off, unless the real Murtagh shows up. Any objections, Yeoman?\"<|Q|>\n\nThe Nolan man had no objections -- outwardly. He was sweating, and the surprise in his eyes indicated that this was all new to him.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_46": "\"So Security wants me to contact the others in the book and organize things?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Murdoch swallowed. <|Q|>\"Not a good chance, then -- but a chance. Still time -- I think. Gordon?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"What else can I do?\" Bruce Gordon asked.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_9": "When the act was over Alexander and Mainhall strolled out into the corridor. They met a good many acquaintances; Mainhall, indeed, knew almost every one, and he babbled on incontinently, screwing his small head about over his high collar. Presently he hailed a tall, bearded man, grim-browed and rather battered-looking, who had his opera cloak on his arm and his hat in his hand, and who seemed to be on the point of leaving the theatre.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMacConnell, let me introduce Mr. Bartley Alexander. I say! It\u2019s going famously to-night, Mac. And what an audience! You\u2019ll never do anything like this again, mark me. A man writes to the top of his bent only once.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe playwright gave Mainhall a curious look out of his deep-set faded eyes and made a wry face. \u201cAnd have I done anything so fool as that, now?\u201d he asked.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_18": "The procedure was the same at the next booth, though they had more trouble. The Nolan man there was a fool -- neither green nor agreeable. He protested vigorously, in spite of a suspicious bruise along his temple, and finally made some of the protests stick.\n\nGordon began to wonder how it could be anything but a clear unanimous vote, at that rate. Izzy shook his head. <|Q|>\"Wayne'll win, but not that easy. The sticks don't have strong mobs, and they'll pile up a heavy Nolan vote. And you'll see things hum soon!\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon had voted three times under the \"honor system,\" before he saw. They were just nearing a polling place when a heavy truck came careening around a corner. Men began piling out of the back before it stopped -- men armed with clubs and stones. They were in the middle of the Planters at once, striking without science, but with ferocity. The line waiting to vote broke up, but the citizens had apparently organized with care. A good number of the men in the line were with the attackers.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_48": "He watched her go, sick inside, and the last he saw was the hand she held up, waving the little black book at him!\n\nHe turned back into the liquor shop; the woman seemed to read his face. <|Q|>\"I should have watched her. It is a bad day for me, young man. I failed Pappa; I failed the poor man who died -- and now I have failed you. It is better...\"<|Q|>\n\nHe caught her as she fell toward him. She relaxed after a second. \"Upstairs, please,\" she whispered, \"beside Pappa. There was nothing else. And these Martian poisons -- they are so sure, they don't hurt. Five minutes more, I think. Stay with me, I'll tell you how Pappa and I got married. I want somebody should know how it was with us once, together.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_20": "But the trick worked. In no time, men in crude masks were clearing out the booth, driving the last struggling citizens away, and getting ready for business as usual.\n\nMurdoch turned on his heel. <|Q|>\"I've had enough. I've made up my mind,\"<|Q|> he said. \"The cable offices must be open for the doctored reports on the election to Earth. Where's the nearest?\"\n\nIzzy frowned, but supplied the information. Bruce Gordon pulled Murdoch aside. \"Come off the head-cop role; it won't work. They must have had reports on elections before this.\"", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_0": "CHAPTER XVII. PLAYING GRANDMOTHER\n\nI THINK Tom had the hardest time of all, for besides the family troubles, he had many of his own to perplex and harass him. College scrapes were soon forgotten in greater afflictions; but there were plenty of tongues to blame <|Q|>\u201cthat extravagant dog,\u201d<|Q|> and plenty of heads to wag ominously over prophecies of the good time Tom Shaw would now make on the road to ruin. As reporters flourish in this country, of course Tom soon heard all the friendly criticisms passed upon him and his career, and he suffered more than anybody guessed; for the truth that was at the bottom of the gossip filled him with the sharp regret and impotent wrath against himself as well as others, which drives many a proud fellow, so placed, to destruction, or the effort that redeems boyish folly, and makes a man of him.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_21": "But the trick worked. In no time, men in crude masks were clearing out the booth, driving the last struggling citizens away, and getting ready for business as usual.\n\nMurdoch turned on his heel. \"I've had enough. I've made up my mind,\" he said. <|Q|>\"The cable offices must be open for the doctored reports on the election to Earth. Where's the nearest?\"<|Q|>\n\nIzzy frowned, but supplied the information. Bruce Gordon pulled Murdoch aside. \"Come off the head-cop role; it won't work. They must have had reports on elections before this.\"", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_3": "Tom, who stood by her, idly spinning the curtain tassel, followed the familiar figure with his eye, and seeing how gray the hair had grown, how careworn the florid face, and how like a weary old man his once strong, handsome father walked, he was smitten by a new pang of self-reproach, and with his usual impetuosity set about repairing the omission as soon as he discovered it.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI'll see to your sweetbread, mum. Good-by, back to dinner,\u201d<|Q|> and with a hasty kiss, Tom was off.\n\nHe did n't know exactly what he meant to do, but it had suddenly come over him, that he was hiding from the storm, and letting his father meet it alone; for the old man went to his office every day with the regularity of a machine, that would go its usual round until it stopped, while the young man stayed at home with the women, and let his mother comfort him.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_24": "\"Okay,\" Gordon said bitterly. He'd liked Asa Murdoch, had begun to respect him. It hurt to see that what he'd considered hardheadedness was just another case of a fool fighting dragons with a paper sword.\n\n\"Okay, it's your death certificate,\" he said, and turned back toward Izzy. <|Q|>\"Go send your sob stories, Murdoch.\"<|Q|>\n\nThey taught a bunch of pretty maxims in school -- even slum kids learned that honesty was the best policy, while their honest parents rotted in unheated holes, and the racketeers rode around in fancy cars. It had got him once. He'd refused to take a dive as a boxer; he'd tried to play honest cards; he'd tried honesty on his beat back on Earth. He'd tried to help the suckers in his column, and here he was.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_26": "Izzy shook his head. \"It ain't right, gov'nor.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Let him do what he damn pleases,\"<|Q|> Gordon told him.\n\nIzzy's small face puckered up in lines of worry. \"No, I don't mean him. I mean this business of using ammonia. I know some of the gees trying to vote. They been paying me off -- and that's a retainer, you might say. Now this gang tries to poison them. I'm still running an honest beat, and I bloody well can't vote for that! Uniform or no uniform, I'm walking beat today. And the first gee that gives trouble to the men who pay me gets a knife where he eats. When I get paid for a job, I do the job.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_25": "\"Come on, Izzy,\" he said. \"Let's vote!\"\n\nIzzy shook his head. <|Q|>\"It ain't right, gov'nor.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Let him do what he damn pleases,\" Gordon told him.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_21": "\u201cAy, if you are minded to be sent to Newgate for stealing it.\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201cthey can\u2019t be so base to stop me, when I carry it to them again?\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t know those sort of people, child,\u201d says she; \u201cthey\u2019ll not only carry you to Newgate, but hang you too, without any regard to the honesty of returning it; or bring in an account of all the other tankards they have lost, for you to pay for.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cWhat must I do, then?\u201d<|Q|> says I. \u201cNay,\u201d says she, \u201cas you have played the cunning part and stole it, you must e\u2019en keep it; there\u2019s no going back now. Besides, child,\u201d says she, \u201cdon\u2019t you want it more than they do? I wish you could light of such a bargain once a week.\u201d\n\nThis gave me a new notion of my governess, and that since she was turned pawnbroker, she had a sort of people about her that were none of the honest ones that I had met with there before.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_28": "He went down the row, voting regularly. The Planters had things in order. The mess had already been cleaned up when he arrived at the cheaper end of the beat. It was the last place where he'd be expected to do his duty by Wayne's administration; he waited in line.\n\nThen a voice hit at his ears, and he looked up to see Sheila Corey only two places in front of him. <|Q|>\"Mrs. Mary Edelstein,\"<|Q|> she was saying. The Wayne man nodded, and there was no protest. She picked up a Wayne ballot, and dropped it in the box.\n\nThen her eyes fell on Gordon. She hesitated for a second, bit her lips, and finally moved out into the crowd.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_12": "\u201cGracious me, Tom, don't come now; we are awful busy! Men don't belong in kitchens,\u201d cried Maud, as her brother appeared in the doorway.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCould n't think what you were about. Mum is asleep, and Fan out, so I loafed down to see if there was any fun afoot,\u201d<|Q|> said Tom, lingering, as if the prospect was agreeable. He was a social fellow, and very grateful just then to any one who helped him to forget his worries for a time. Polly knew this, felt that his society would not be a great affliction to herself at least, and whispering to Maud, \u201cHe won't know,\u201d she added, aloud, \u201cCome in if you like, and stir this cake for me; it needs a strong hand, and mine are tired. There, put on that apron to keep you tidy, sit here, and take it easy.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_32": "\"Come on,\" he said finally. \"Or should I carry you?\"\n\nMurdoch shook his head. <|Q|>\"I'll walk. Get me to a place where we can talk -- and be damned to this. Gordon, I've got to talk -- but I don't have to live. I mean that!\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon started off, disregarding the words; a place of safety had to come first. He picked his way down alleys and small streets. The older man kept trying to stop to speak, but Gordon gave him no opportunity. There was one chance....", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_2": "\"I picked up some special permits,\" he said. \"I knew you had this cannon, gov'nor, and I figured it'd come in handy. Wouldn't be caught dead with one myself. Knives, that's my specialty. Come on, Cap'n, we gotta get out the vote.\"\n\nMurdoch shook his head. <|Q|>\"In the first place, I'm not registered.\"<|Q|>\n\nIzzy grinned. \"Every cop's registered in his own precinct; Wayne got the honor system fixed for us. Show your papers and go into any booth in your territory. That's all. And you'd better be seen voting often, too, Cap'n. What's your precinct?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_33": "He began banging again. Finally, a feeble voice sounded from inside. \"Who is it?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"A man in distress!\"<|Q|> he yelled back. There was no way to identify himself; he could only hope she would look.\n\nThe entrance seal opened briefly; then it flashed open all the way. He motioned to Murdoch, and jumped to help the failing man to the entrance. The old lady looked, then moved quickly to the other side.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_8": "He handed out gaudy arm bands, and the three fastened them in place. Nearly everyone else already had them showing. The Planters were moving efficiently. They were grouped around the booths, and they had begun to line up their men, putting them in position to begin voting at once.\n\nThen the siren hooted again, a long, steady blast. The bunting in front of the booths was pulled off, and the lines began to move. Izzy led the way to the one at the rich end of their beat, and moved toward the head of the line. \"Cops,\" he said to the six mobsters who surrounded the booth. <|Q|>\"We got territory to cover.\"<|Q|>\n\nA thumb indicated that they could go in. Murdoch remained outside, and one of the thugs reached for him. Izzy cut him off. \"Just a friend on the way to his own route. Eleventh Precinct.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_7": "In the Ninth Precinct, the Planters were the biggest gang, and all the others were temporarily enrolled under them. Here, there were less signs of trouble. The joints had been better barricaded, and the looting had been kept to a minimum.\n\nThe three got off. A scooter pulled up alongside them almost at once, with a gun-carrying mobster riding it. <|Q|>\"You mugs get the hell out of -- Oh, cops! Okay, better pin these on.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe handed out gaudy arm bands, and the three fastened them in place. Nearly everyone else already had them showing. The Planters were moving efficiently. They were grouped around the booths, and they had begun to line up their men, putting them in position to begin voting at once.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_37": "She lifted the frail body of the old man and lowered him onto the floor with a strength that seemed impossible. Then her hands were gentle as she helped lower Murdoch where the corpse had been. \"I'll get alcohol from below -- and bandages and hot water.\"\n\nAsa Murdoch opened his eyes, breathing stertoriously. His face was blanched, his clothes a mess. But he protested as Gordon tried to strip them. <|Q|>\"Let them go, kid. There's no way to save me now. And listen!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I'm listening!\"", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_17": "\u201cBecause a good beating makes them better. I doubt that myself, though,\u201d answered Tom, nearly knocking the bottom of the bowl out with his energetic demonstrations, for it really was a relief to do something.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBright boy! here's a plum for you,\u201d<|Q|> and Polly threw a plump raisin into his mouth.\n\n\u201cPut in lots, won't you? I'm rather fond of plum-cake,\u201d observed Tom, likening himself to Hercules with the distaff, and finding his employment pleasant, if not classical.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_38": "\"With your mind, Gordon, not your ears. You've heard a lot about Security. Well, I'm Security. Top level -- policy for Mars. We never got a top man here without his being discovered and killed -- That's why we've had to work under all the cover -- and against our own government. Nobody knew I was here -- Trench was our man -- Sold us out! We've got junior men -- down to your level, clerks, such things. We've got a dozen plans. But we're not ready for an emergency, and it's here -- now!\n\n<|Q|>\"Gordon, you're a self-made louse, but you're a man underneath it somewhere. That's why we rate you higher than you think you are. That's why I'm going to trust you -- because I have to.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe swallowed, and the thin hand of the woman lifted brandy to his lips. \"Pappa,\" she said slowly. \"He was a clerk once for Security. But nobody came, nobody called....\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_39": "\"Gordon, you're a self-made louse, but you're a man underneath it somewhere. That's why we rate you higher than you think you are. That's why I'm going to trust you -- because I have to.\"\n\nHe swallowed, and the thin hand of the woman lifted brandy to his lips. \"Pappa,\" she said slowly. <|Q|>\"He was a clerk once for Security. But nobody came, nobody called....\"<|Q|>\n\nShe went back to trying to bandage the bleeding bluish hole in his chest. Murdoch nodded faintly.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_41": "She went back to trying to bandage the bleeding bluish hole in his chest. Murdoch nodded faintly.\n\n\"Probably what happened to a lot -- men like Trench, supposed to build an organization, just leaving the loose ends hanging.\" He groaned; sweat popped out on his forehead, but his eyes never left Gordon's. <|Q|>\"Hell's going to pop. The government's just waiting to step in; Earth wants to take over.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"It should,\" Gordon said.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_43": "He slumped back. Gordon frowned, then found the book and pulled it out as gently as he could. It was a small black memo book, covered with pages of shorthand. The back was an address book, filled with names -- many crossed out. A sheet of paper in normal writing fell out.\n\n\"The message ...\" Murdoch took another swallow of brandy. <|Q|>\"Take it. You're head of Security on Mars now. It's all authorized in the plans there. You'll need the brains and knowledge of the others -- but they can't act. You can -- we know about you.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe old woman sighed. She put down the hot water and picked up the bottle of brandy, starting down the stairs.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_12": "\"There's a Mike Thaler registered, and this guy says he's Thaler,\" the Wayne man said decisively. \"He votes.\"\n\nOne of the Planters passed his gun to the inspector for the Wayne side. The Nolan man gulped, and nodded. <|Q|>\"Heh-heh, yes, just a mix-up. He's registered, so he votes.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe next man Gordon recognized as being from one of the small shops on his beat. The fellow's eyes were desperate, but he was forcing himself to go through with it. \"Murtagh,\" he said, and his voice broke on the second syllable. \"Owen Murtagh.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_45": "Gordon picked the girl up roughly. That capped it, he thought. There was no way of knowing how much she'd heard, or whether she'd tipped others off. He dropped her near the bed, and went over to Murdoch. The man was dying now.\n\n<|Q|>\"So Security wants me to contact the others in the book and organize things?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes.\" Murdoch swallowed. \"Not a good chance, then -- but a chance. Still time -- I think. Gordon?\"", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_26": "\u201cIn some the plums are all on the top, and we eat them gayly, till we suddenly find they are gone. In others the plums sink to the bottom, and we look for them in vain as we go on, and often come to them when it is too late to enjoy them. But in the well-made cake, the plums are wisely scattered all through, and every mouthful is a pleasure. We make our own cakes, in a great measure, therefore let us look to it, my brethren, that they are mixed according to the best receipt, baked in a well regulated oven, and gratefully eaten with a temperate appetite.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGood! good!\u201d<|Q|> cried Tom, applauding with the wooden spoon. \u201cThat's a model sermon, Polly, short, sweet, sensible, and not a bit sleepy. I'm one of your parish, and will see that you get your'celery punctooal,' as old Deacon Morse used to say.\u201d\n\n\u201c'Thank you, brother, my wants is few, and ravens scurser than they used to be,' as dear old Parson Miller used to answer. Now, Maud, bring on the citron", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_19": "A whistle had been shrilling for minutes. Now another group came onto the scene, and the Planters' men began getting out rapidly. Some of the citizens looked up and yelled, but it was too late. From the approaching cars, pipes projected forward. Streams of liquid jetted out, and their agonized cries followed.\n\nEven where he stood, Gordon could smell the fumes of ammonia. Izzy's face tensed, and he swore. <|Q|>\"Inside the dome! They're poisoning the air.\"<|Q|>\n\nBut the trick worked. In no time, men in crude masks were clearing out the booth, driving the last struggling citizens away, and getting ready for business as usual.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_27": "\u201cIn some the plums are all on the top, and we eat them gayly, till we suddenly find they are gone. In others the plums sink to the bottom, and we look for them in vain as we go on, and often come to them when it is too late to enjoy them. But in the well-made cake, the plums are wisely scattered all through, and every mouthful is a pleasure. We make our own cakes, in a great measure, therefore let us look to it, my brethren, that they are mixed according to the best receipt, baked in a well regulated oven, and gratefully eaten with a temperate appetite.\u201d\n\n\u201cGood! good!\u201d cried Tom, applauding with the wooden spoon. <|Q|>\u201cThat's a model sermon, Polly, short, sweet, sensible, and not a bit sleepy. I'm one of your parish, and will see that you get your'celery punctooal,' as old Deacon Morse used to say.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201c'Thank you, brother, my wants is few, and ravens scurser than they used to be,' as dear old Parson Miller used to answer. Now, Maud, bring on the citron;\u201d and Polly began to put the cake together in what seemed a most careless and chaotic manner, while Tom and Maud watched with absorbing interest till it was safely in the oven.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_23": "\"Okay,\" Gordon said bitterly. He'd liked Asa Murdoch, had begun to respect him. It hurt to see that what he'd considered hardheadedness was just another case of a fool fighting dragons with a paper sword.\n\n<|Q|>\"Okay, it's your death certificate,\"<|Q|> he said, and turned back toward Izzy. \"Go send your sob stories, Murdoch.\"\n\nThey taught a bunch of pretty maxims in school -- even slum kids learned that honesty was the best policy, while their honest parents rotted in unheated holes, and the racketeers rode around in fancy cars. It had got him once. He'd refused to take a dive as a boxer; he'd tried to play honest cards; he'd tried honesty on his beat back on Earth. He'd tried to help the suckers in his column, and here he was.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_47": "He knew it was no answer, but Asa Murdoch apparently accepted it as a promise. The gray-speckled head relaxed and rolled sideways on the bloody pillow.\n\n\"Dead,\" Gordon said to the woman, as she came up with the twine. <|Q|>\"Dead, fighting wind-mills. And maybe winning. I don't know.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe turned toward Sheila -- a split second too late. The girl came up from the floor with a single push of her arm. She pivoted on her heel, hit the door, and her heels were clattering on the stairs. Before Gordon could reach the entrance, she was whipping around into an alley.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_32": "\u201cFirst-rate; hand'em along,\u201d and Tom smoothed his apron with a cheerful air. \u201cBy the way, Syd's got back. I met him yesterday, and he treated me like a man and a brother,\u201d he added, as if anxious to contribute to the pleasures of the hour.\n\n\u201cI'm so glad!\u201d cried Polly, clapping her hands, regardless of the egg she held, which dropped and smashed on the floor at her feet. <|Q|>\u201cCareless thing! Pick it up, Maud, I'll get some more;\u201d<|Q|> and Polly whisked out of the room, glad of an excuse to run and tell Fan, who had just come in, lest, hearing the news in public, she might be startled out of the well-bred composure with which young ladies are expected to receive tidings, even of the most vital importance.\n\n\u201cYou know all about history, don't you?\u201d asked Maud, suddenly.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_4": "He did n't know exactly what he meant to do, but it had suddenly come over him, that he was hiding from the storm, and letting his father meet it alone; for the old man went to his office every day with the regularity of a machine, that would go its usual round until it stopped, while the young man stayed at home with the women, and let his mother comfort him.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe has a right to be ashamed of me, but I act as if I was ashamed of him; dare say people think so. I'll show them that I ain't; yes, by the powers, I will!\u201d<|Q|> and Tom drew on his gloves with the air of a man about to meet and conquer an enemy.\n\n\u201cHave an arm, sir? If you don't mind I'll walk down with you. Little commission for mother, nice day, is n't it?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_35": "\u201cI just want to know if there really was a man named Sir Philip, in the time of Queen Elizabeth.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou mean Sir Philip Sidney? Yes, he lived then and a fine old fellow he was too.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThere; I knew the girls did n't mean him,\u201d cried Maud, with a chop that sent the citron flying.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_33": "\u201cI'm so glad!\u201d cried Polly, clapping her hands, regardless of the egg she held, which dropped and smashed on the floor at her feet. \u201cCareless thing! Pick it up, Maud, I'll get some more;\u201d and Polly whisked out of the room, glad of an excuse to run and tell Fan, who had just come in, lest, hearing the news in public, she might be startled out of the well-bred composure with which young ladies are expected to receive tidings, even of the most vital importance.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou know all about history, don't you?\u201d<|Q|> asked Maud, suddenly.\n\n\u201cNot quite,\u201d modestly answered Tom.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_34": "\u201cNot quite,\u201d modestly answered Tom.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI just want to know if there really was a man named Sir Philip, in the time of Queen Elizabeth.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou mean Sir Philip Sidney? Yes, he lived then and a fine old fellow he was too.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_37": "\u201cThere; I knew the girls did n't mean him,\u201d cried Maud, with a chop that sent the citron flying.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat mischief are you up to now, you little magpie?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI shan't tell you what they said, because I don't remember much of it; but I heard Polly and Fan talking about some one dreadful mysterious, and when I asked who it was, Fan said, 'Sir Philip.' Ho! she need n't think I believe it! I saw'em laugh, and blush, and poke one another, and I knew it was n't about any old Queen Elizabeth man,\u201d cried Maud, turning up her nose as far as that somewhat limited feature would go.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_39": "\u201cI shan't tell you what they said, because I don't remember much of it; but I heard Polly and Fan talking about some one dreadful mysterious, and when I asked who it was, Fan said, 'Sir Philip.' Ho! she need n't think I believe it! I saw'em laugh, and blush, and poke one another, and I knew it was n't about any old Queen Elizabeth man,\u201d cried Maud, turning up her nose as far as that somewhat limited feature would go.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cLook here, you are letting cats out of the bag. Never mind, I thought so. They don't tell us their secrets, but we are so sharp, we can't help finding them out, can we?\u201d<|Q|> said Tom, looking so much interested, that Maud could n't resist airing her knowledge a little.\n\n\u201cWell, I dare say, it is n't proper for you to know, but I am old enough now to be told anything, and those girls better mind what they say, for I'm not a stupid chit, like Blanche. I just wish you could have heard them go on. I'm sure there's something very nice about Mr. Sydney, they looked so pleased when they whispered and giggled on the bed, and thought I was ripping bonnets, and did n't hear a word.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_36": "\u201cYou mean Sir Philip Sidney? Yes, he lived then and a fine old fellow he was too.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere; I knew the girls did n't mean him,\u201d<|Q|> cried Maud, with a chop that sent the citron flying.\n\n\u201cWhat mischief are you up to now, you little magpie?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_9": "Then they began to talk business with all their might, as if they feared that some trace of sentiment might disgrace their masculine dignity. But it made no difference whether they discussed lawsuits or love, mortgages or mothers, the feeling was all right and they knew it, so Mr. Shaw walked straighter than usual, and Tom felt that he was in his proper place again. The walk was not without its trials, however; for while it did Tom's heart good to see the cordial respect paid to his father, it tried his patience sorely to see also inquisitive or disapproving glances fixed upon himself when hats were lifted to his father, and to hear the hearty \u201cGood day, Mr. Shaw,\u201d drop into a cool or careless, \u201cThat's the son; it's hard on him. Wild fellow, do him good.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGranted; but you need n't hit a man when he's down,\u201d<|Q|> muttered Tom to himself, feeling every moment a stronger desire to do something that should silence everybody. \u201cI'd cut away to Australia if it was n't for mother; anything, anywhere to get out of the way of people who know me. I never can right myself here, with all the fellows watching, and laying wagers whether I sink or swim. Hang Greek and Latin! wish I'd learned a trade, and had something to fall back upon. Have n't a blessed thing now, but decent French and my fists. Wonder if old Bell don't want a clerk for the Paris branch of the business? That would n't be bad; faith, I'll try it.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_11": "As he roamed about the house that afternoon, trying to calculate how much an Australian outfit would cost, the sound of lively voices and clattering spoons attracted him to the kitchen. There he found Polly giving Maud lessons in cookery; for the \u201cnew help\u201d not being a high-priced article, could not be depended on for desserts, and Mrs. Shaw would have felt as if the wolf was at the door if there was not \u201ca sweet dish\u201d at dinner. Maud had a genius for cooking, and Fanny hated it, so that little person was in her glory, studying receipt books, and taking lessons whenever Polly could give them.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGracious me, Tom, don't come now; we are awful busy! Men don't belong in kitchens,\u201d<|Q|> cried Maud, as her brother appeared in the doorway.\n\n\u201cCould n't think what you were about. Mum is asleep, and Fan out, so I loafed down to see if there was any fun afoot,\u201d said Tom, lingering, as if the prospect was agreeable. He was a social fellow, and very grateful just then to any one who helped him to forget his worries for a time. Polly knew this, felt that his society would not be a great affliction to herself at least, and whispering to Maud, \u201cHe won't know,\u201d she added, aloud,", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_30": "He looked back, just as bullets began to land against the metal of the car. Murdoch held up one finger and put himself into a position to make a run for it. Then he brought the finger down sharply, and the two leaped out.\n\nTrench's ex-Marine bellow carried over the fighting. <|Q|>\"Get the old man!\"<|Q|>\n\nBruce Gordon had no time to look back. He hit the alley in five heart-ripping leaps and was around the bend. Then he swung, just as Murdoch made it. Bullets spatted against the walls, and he saw blood pumping from under Murdoch's right shoulder.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_16": "\u201cYou do it beautifully, Tom. I'll give you a conundrum to lighten your labor: Why are bad boys like cake?\u201d asked Polly, anxious to cheer him up.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBecause a good beating makes them better. I doubt that myself, though,\u201d<|Q|> answered Tom, nearly knocking the bottom of the bowl out with his energetic demonstrations, for it really was a relief to do something.\n\n\u201cBright boy! here's a plum for you,\u201d and Polly threw a plump raisin into his mouth.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_48": "\u201d and sternly resolved to be an honor to his family, or perish in the attempt. Evening brought Polly to what she called a \u201cfestive tea,\u201d and when they gathered round the table, another gift appeared, which, though not of a sentimental nature, touched Tom more than all the rest. It was a most delectable cake, with a nosegay atop, and round it on the snowy frosting there ran a pink inscription, just as it had been every year since Tom could remember.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cName, age, and date, like a nice white tombstone,\u201d<|Q|> observed Maud, complacently, at which funereal remark, Mrs. Shaw, who was down in honor of the day, dropped her napkin, and demanded her salts.\n\n\u201cWhose doing is that?\u201d asked Tom, surveying the gift with satisfaction; for it recalled the happier birthdays, which seemed very far away now.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_15": "\u201cI used to help grandma bat up cake, and rather liked it, if I remember right,\u201d said Tom, letting Polly tie a checked apron on him, put a big bowl into his hands, and settle him near the table, where Maud was picking raisins, and she herself stirring busily about among spice-boxes, rolling-pins, and butter-pots.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou do it beautifully, Tom. I'll give you a conundrum to lighten your labor: Why are bad boys like cake?\u201d<|Q|> asked Polly, anxious to cheer him up.\n\n\u201cBecause a good beating makes them better. I doubt that myself, though,\u201d answered Tom, nearly knocking the bottom of the bowl out with his energetic demonstrations, for it really was a relief to do something.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_18": "\u201cBright boy! here's a plum for you,\u201d and Polly threw a plump raisin into his mouth.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPut in lots, won't you? I'm rather fond of plum-cake,\u201d<|Q|> observed Tom, likening himself to Hercules with the distaff, and finding his employment pleasant, if not classical.\n\n\u201cI always do, if I can; there's nothing I like better than to shovel in sugar and spice, and make nice, plummy cake for people. It's one of the few things I have a gift for.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_49": "\u201cName, age, and date, like a nice white tombstone,\u201d observed Maud, complacently, at which funereal remark, Mrs. Shaw, who was down in honor of the day, dropped her napkin, and demanded her salts.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhose doing is that?\u201d<|Q|> asked Tom, surveying the gift with satisfaction; for it recalled the happier birthdays, which seemed very far away now.\n\n\u201cI did n't know what to give you, for you've got everything a man wants, and I was in despair till I remembered that dear grandma always made you a little cake like that, and that you once said it would n't be a happy birthday without it. So I tried to make it just like hers, and I do hope it will prove a good, sweet, plummy one.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_19": "\u201cPut in lots, won't you? I'm rather fond of plum-cake,\u201d observed Tom, likening himself to Hercules with the distaff, and finding his employment pleasant, if not classical.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI always do, if I can; there's nothing I like better than to shovel in sugar and spice, and make nice, plummy cake for people. It's one of the few things I have a gift for.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou've hit it this time, Polly; you certainly have a gift for putting a good deal of both articles into your own and other people's lives, which is lucky, as, we all have to eat that sort of cake, whether we like it or not,\u201d observed Tom, so soberly that Polly opened her eyes, and Maud exclaimed, \u201cI do believe he's preaching.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_13": "\u201cCould n't think what you were about. Mum is asleep, and Fan out, so I loafed down to see if there was any fun afoot,\u201d said Tom, lingering, as if the prospect was agreeable. He was a social fellow, and very grateful just then to any one who helped him to forget his worries for a time. Polly knew this, felt that his society would not be a great affliction to herself at least, and whispering to Maud, \u201cHe won't know,\u201d she added, aloud, <|Q|>\u201cCome in if you like, and stir this cake for me; it needs a strong hand, and mine are tired. There, put on that apron to keep you tidy, sit here, and take it easy.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI used to help grandma bat up cake, and rather liked it, if I remember right,\u201d said Tom, letting Polly tie a checked apron on him, put a big bowl into his hands, and settle him near the table, where Maud was picking raisins, and she herself stirring busily about among spice-boxes, rolling-pins, and butter-pots.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_50": "\u201cWhose doing is that?\u201d asked Tom, surveying the gift with satisfaction; for it recalled the happier birthdays, which seemed very far away now.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI did n't know what to give you, for you've got everything a man wants, and I was in despair till I remembered that dear grandma always made you a little cake like that, and that you once said it would n't be a happy birthday without it. So I tried to make it just like hers, and I do hope it will prove a good, sweet, plummy one.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThank you,\u201d was all Tom said, as he smiled at the giver, but Polly knew that her present had pleased him more than the most elegant trifle she could have made.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_21": "\u201cI always do, if I can; there's nothing I like better than to shovel in sugar and spice, and make nice, plummy cake for people. It's one of the few things I have a gift for.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou've hit it this time, Polly; you certainly have a gift for putting a good deal of both articles into your own and other people's lives, which is lucky, as, we all have to eat that sort of cake, whether we like it or not,\u201d observed Tom, so soberly that Polly opened her eyes, and Maud exclaimed, <|Q|>\u201cI do believe he's preaching.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFeel as if I could sometimes,\u201d continued Tom; then his eye fell upon the dimples in Polly's elbows, and he added, with a laugh, \u201cThat's more in your line, ma'am; can't you give us a sermon?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_23": "\u201cYou've hit it this time, Polly; you certainly have a gift for putting a good deal of both articles into your own and other people's lives, which is lucky, as, we all have to eat that sort of cake, whether we like it or not,\u201d observed Tom, so soberly that Polly opened her eyes, and Maud exclaimed, \u201cI do believe he's preaching.\u201d\n\n\u201cFeel as if I could sometimes,\u201d continued Tom; then his eye fell upon the dimples in Polly's elbows, and he added, with a laugh, <|Q|>\u201cThat's more in your line, ma'am; can't you give us a sermon?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cA short one. Life, my brethren, is like plum-cake,\u201d began Polly, impressively folding her floury hands. \u201cIn some the plums are all on the top, and we eat them gayly, till we suddenly find they are gone. In others the plums sink to the bottom, and we look for them in vain as we go on, and often come to them when it is too late to enjoy them. But in the well-made cake, the plums are wisely scattered all through, and every mouthful is a pleasure. We make our own cakes, in a great measure, therefore let us look to it, my brethren, that they are mixed according to the best receipt, baked in a well regulated oven, and gratefully eaten with a temperate appetite.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_22": "\u201cYou've hit it this time, Polly; you certainly have a gift for putting a good deal of both articles into your own and other people's lives, which is lucky, as, we all have to eat that sort of cake, whether we like it or not,\u201d observed Tom, so soberly that Polly opened her eyes, and Maud exclaimed, \u201cI do believe he's preaching.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFeel as if I could sometimes,\u201d<|Q|> continued Tom; then his eye fell upon the dimples in Polly's elbows, and he added, with a laugh, \u201cThat's more in your line, ma'am; can't you give us a sermon?\u201d\n\n\u201cA short one. Life, my brethren, is like plum-cake,\u201d began Polly, impressively folding her floury hands. \u201cIn some the plums are all on the top, and we eat them gayly, till we suddenly find they are gone. In others the plums sink to the bottom, and we look for them in vain as we go on, and often come to them when it is too late to enjoy them. But in the well-made cake, the plums are wisely scattered all through, and every mouthful is a pleasure. We make our own cakes, in a great measure, therefore let us look to it, my brethren, that they are mixed according to the best receipt, baked in a well regulated oven, and gratefully eaten with a temperate appetite.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_55": "\u201cI hope the plums won't all be at the bottom,\u201d said Polly, as she rose to do the honors of the cake, by universal appointment.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI've had a good many at the top already, you know,\u201d<|Q|> answered Tom, watching the operation with as much interest as if he had faith in the omen.\n\nCutting carefully, slice after slice fell apart; each firm and dark, spicy and rich, under the frosty rime above; and laying a specially large piece in one of grandma's quaint little china plates, Polly added the flowers and handed it to Tom, with a look that said a good deal, for, seeing that he remembered her sermon, she was glad to find that her allegory held good, in one sense at least. Tom's face brightened as he took it, and after an inspection which amused the others very much he looked up, saying, with an air of relief,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_54": "\u201cVery stupid of me; but I forgot all about to-day. Suppose we cut it; I don't seem to care for anything else,\u201d said Tom, feeling no appetite, but bound to do justice to that cake, if he fell a victim to his gratitude.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI hope the plums won't all be at the bottom,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly, as she rose to do the honors of the cake, by universal appointment.\n\n\u201cI've had a good many at the top already, you know,\u201d answered Tom, watching the operation with as much interest as if he had faith in the omen.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_28": "\u201cGood! good!\u201d cried Tom, applauding with the wooden spoon. \u201cThat's a model sermon, Polly, short, sweet, sensible, and not a bit sleepy. I'm one of your parish, and will see that you get your'celery punctooal,' as old Deacon Morse used to say.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201c'Thank you, brother, my wants is few, and ravens scurser than they used to be,' as dear old Parson Miller used to answer. Now, Maud, bring on the citron;\u201d<|Q|> and Polly began to put the cake together in what seemed a most careless and chaotic manner, while Tom and Maud watched with absorbing interest till it was safely in the oven.\n\n\u201cNow make your custards, dear; Tom may like to beat the eggs for you; it seems to have a good effect upon his constitution.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_57": "One half an hour and then another elapsed, and Tom did not return. Mr. Shaw went out, Mrs. Shaw retired to her room escorted by Maud, and the two girls sat together wondering if anything dreadful had happened. All of a sudden a voice called, \u201cPolly!\u201d and that young lady started out of her chair, as if the sound had been a thunder-clap.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo run! I'm perfectly fainting to know what the matter is,\u201d<|Q|> said Fan.\n\n\u201cYou'd better go,\u201d began Polly, wishing to obey, yet feeling a little shy.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_59": "Polly went without another word, but she wore a curiously anxious look, and stopped on the threshold of the den, as if a little afraid of its occupant. Tom was sitting in his favorite attitude, astride of a chair, with his arms folded and his chin on the top rail; not an elegant posture, but the only one in which, he said, he could think well.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDid you want me, Tom?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes. Come in, please, and don't look scared; I only want to show you a present I've had, and ask your advice about accepting it.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_30": "\u201cNow make your custards, dear; Tom may like to beat the eggs for you; it seems to have a good effect upon his constitution.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFirst-rate; hand'em along,\u201d<|Q|> and Tom smoothed his apron with a cheerful air. \u201cBy the way, Syd's got back. I met him yesterday, and he treated me like a man and a brother,\u201d he added, as if anxious to contribute to the pleasures of the hour.\n\n\u201cI'm so glad!\u201d cried Polly, clapping her hands, regardless of the egg she held, which dropped and smashed on the floor at her feet. \u201cCareless thing! Pick it up, Maud, I'll get some more", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_61": "\u201cYes. Come in, please, and don't look scared; I only want to show you a present I've had, and ask your advice about accepting it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, Tom, you look as if you had been knocked down!\u201d<|Q|> exclaimed Polly, forgetting all about herself, as she saw his face when he rose and turned to meet her.\n\n\u201cI have; regularly floored; but I'm up again, and steadier than ever. Just you read that, and tell me what you think of it.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_60": "\u201cDid you want me, Tom?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes. Come in, please, and don't look scared; I only want to show you a present I've had, and ask your advice about accepting it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, Tom, you look as if you had been knocked down!\u201d exclaimed Polly, forgetting all about herself, as she saw his face when he rose and turned to meet her.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_63": "Tom snatched a letter off the table, put it into her hands, and began to walk up and down the little room, like a veritable bear in its cage. As Polly read that short note, all the color went out of her face, and her eyes began to kindle. When she came to the end, she stood a minute, as if too indignant to speak, then gave the paper a nervous sort of crumple and dropped it on the floor, saying, all in one breath, <|Q|>\u201cI think she is a mercenary, heartless, ungrateful girl! That's what I think.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, the deuce! I did n't mean to show that one; it's the other.\u201d And Tom took up a second paper, looking half angry, half ashamed at his own mistake. \u201cI don't care, though; every one will know to-morrow; and perhaps you'll be good enough to keep the girls from bothering me with questions and gabble,\u201d he added, as if, on second thoughts, he was relieved to have the communication made to Polly first.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_6": "Tom rather broke down at the end of his speech, for the look of pleased surprise with which his father greeted him, the alacrity with which he accepted and leaned on the strong arm offered him, proved that the daily walks had been solitary and doubtless sad ones. I think Mr. Shaw understood the real meaning of that little act of respect, and felt better for the hopeful change it seemed to foretell. But he took it quietly, and leaving his face to speak for him, merely said, <|Q|>\u201cThanky, Tom; yes, mother will enjoy her dinner twice as much if you order it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThen they began to talk business with all their might, as if they feared that some trace of sentiment might disgrace their masculine dignity. But it made no difference whether they discussed lawsuits or love, mortgages or mothers, the feeling was all right and they knew it, so Mr. Shaw walked straighter than usual, and Tom felt that he was in his proper place again. The walk was not without its trials, however; for while it did Tom's heart good to see the cordial respect paid to his father, it tried his patience sorely to see also inquisitive or disapproving glances fixed upon himself when hats were lifted to his father, and to hear the hearty", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_2": "Now that he had lost his heritage, Tom seemed to see for the first time how goodly it had been, how rich in power, pleasure, and gracious opportunities. He felt its worth even while he acknowledged, with the sense of justice that is strong in manly men, how little he deserved a gift which he had so misused. He brooded over this a good deal, for, like the bat in the fable, he did n't seem to find any place in the new life which had begun for all. Knowing nothing of business, he was not of much use to his father, though he tried to be, and generally ended by feeling that he was a hindrance, not a help. Domestic affairs were equally out of his line, and the girls, more frank than their father, did not hesitate to tell him he was in the way when he offered to lend a hand anywhere. After the first excitement was over, and he had time to think, heart and energy seemed to die out, remorse got hold of him, and, as generous, thoughtless natures are apt to do when suddenly confronted with conscience, he exaggerated his faults and follies into sins of the deepest dye, and fancied he was regarded by others as a villain and an outcast. Pride and penitence made him shrink out of sight as much as possible, for he could not bear pity, even when silently expressed by a friendly hand or a kindly eye. He stayed at home a good deal, and loafed about with a melancholy and neglected air, vanished when anyone came, talked very little, and was either pathetically humble or tragically cross. He wanted to do something, but nothing seemed to appear; and while he waited to get his poise after the downfall, he was so very miserable that I'm afraid, if it had not been for one thing, my poor Tom would have got desperate, and been a failure. But when he seemed most useless, outcast, and forlorn, he discovered that one person needed him, one person never found him in the way, one person always welcomed and clung to him with the strongest affection of a very feeble nature. This dependence of his mother's was Tom's salvation at that crisis of his life; and the gossips, who said softly to one another over their muffins and tea. \u201cIt really would be a relief to that whole family if poor, dear Mrs. Shaw could be ahem! mercifully removed,\u201d did not know that the invalid's weak, idle hands were unconsciously keeping the son safe in that quiet room, where she gave him all that she had to give, mother-love, till he took heart again, and faced the world ready to fight his battles manfully.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDear, dear! how old and bent poor father does look. I hope he won't forget to order my sweetbread,\u201d<|Q|> sighed Mrs. Shaw one day, as she watched her husband slowly going down the street.\n\nTom, who stood by her, idly spinning the curtain tassel, followed the familiar figure with his eye, and seeing how gray the hair had grown, how careworn the florid face, and how like a weary old man his once strong, handsome father walked, he was smitten by a new pang of self-reproach, and with his usual impetuosity set about repairing the omission as soon as he discovered it.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_8": "Then they began to talk business with all their might, as if they feared that some trace of sentiment might disgrace their masculine dignity. But it made no difference whether they discussed lawsuits or love, mortgages or mothers, the feeling was all right and they knew it, so Mr. Shaw walked straighter than usual, and Tom felt that he was in his proper place again. The walk was not without its trials, however; for while it did Tom's heart good to see the cordial respect paid to his father, it tried his patience sorely to see also inquisitive or disapproving glances fixed upon himself when hats were lifted to his father, and to hear the hearty \u201cGood day, Mr. Shaw,\u201d drop into a cool or careless, <|Q|>\u201cThat's the son; it's hard on him. Wild fellow, do him good.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cGranted; but you need n't hit a man when he's down,\u201d muttered Tom to himself, feeling every moment a stronger desire to do something that should silence everybody. \u201cI'd cut away to Australia if it was n't for mother; anything, anywhere to get out of the way of people who know me. I never can right myself here, with all the fellows watching, and laying wagers whether I sink or swim. Hang Greek and Latin! wish I'd learned a trade, and had something to fall back upon. Have n't a blessed thing now, but decent French and my fists. Wonder if old Bell don't want a clerk for the Paris branch of the business? That would n't be bad; faith, I'll try it.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_7": "Then they began to talk business with all their might, as if they feared that some trace of sentiment might disgrace their masculine dignity. But it made no difference whether they discussed lawsuits or love, mortgages or mothers, the feeling was all right and they knew it, so Mr. Shaw walked straighter than usual, and Tom felt that he was in his proper place again. The walk was not without its trials, however; for while it did Tom's heart good to see the cordial respect paid to his father, it tried his patience sorely to see also inquisitive or disapproving glances fixed upon himself when hats were lifted to his father, and to hear the hearty <|Q|>\u201cGood day, Mr. Shaw,\u201d<|Q|> drop into a cool or careless, \u201cThat's the son; it's hard on him. Wild fellow, do him good.\u201d\n\n\u201cGranted; but you need n't hit a man when he's down,\u201d muttered Tom to himself, feeling every moment a stronger desire to do something that should silence everybody. \u201cI'd cut away to Australia if it was n't for mother; anything, anywhere to get out of the way of people who know me. I never can right myself here, with all the fellows watching, and laying wagers whether I sink or swim. Hang Greek and Latin! wish I'd learned a trade, and had something to fall back upon. Have n't a blessed thing now, but decent French and my fists. Wonder if old Bell don't want a clerk for the Paris branch of the business? That would n't be bad; faith, I'll try it.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_41": "\u201cWell, I dare say, it is n't proper for you to know, but I am old enough now to be told anything, and those girls better mind what they say, for I'm not a stupid chit, like Blanche. I just wish you could have heard them go on. I'm sure there's something very nice about Mr. Sydney, they looked so pleased when they whispered and giggled on the bed, and thought I was ripping bonnets, and did n't hear a word.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhich looked most pleased?\u201d<|Q|> asked Tom, investigating the kitchen boiler with deep interest.\n\n\u201cWell, 'pears to me Polly did; she talked most, and looked funny and very happy all the time. Fan laughed a good deal, but I guess Polly is the loveress,\u201d replied Maud, after a moment's reflection.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_42": "\u201cWhich looked most pleased?\u201d asked Tom, investigating the kitchen boiler with deep interest.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, 'pears to me Polly did; she talked most, and looked funny and very happy all the time. Fan laughed a good deal, but I guess Polly is the loveress,\u201d<|Q|> replied Maud, after a moment's reflection.\n\n\u201cHold your tongue; she's coming!\u201d and Tom began to pump as if the house was on fire.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_74": "\u201cSo he is! I don't know another man living, except father, who would have done such a thing, or who I could bring myself to take it from. Do you see, he's not only paid the confounded debts, but has done it in my name, to spare me all he could?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI see, it's like him; and I think he must be very happy to be able to do such a thing.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt is an immense weight off my shoulders, for some of those men could n't afford to wait till I'd begged, borrowed, or earned the money. Sydney can wait, but he won't long, if I know myself.\u201d \u201cYou won't take it as a gift, then?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_43": "\u201cWell, 'pears to me Polly did; she talked most, and looked funny and very happy all the time. Fan laughed a good deal, but I guess Polly is the loveress,\u201d replied Maud, after a moment's reflection.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHold your tongue; she's coming!\u201d<|Q|> and Tom began to pump as if the house was on fire.\n\nDown came Polly, with heightened color, bright eyes, and not a single egg. Tom took a quick look at her over his shoulder, and paused as if the fire was suddenly extinguished. Something in his face made Polly feel a little guilty, so she fell to grating nutmeg, with a vigor which made red cheeks the most natural thing in life. Maud, the traitor, sat demurely at work, looking very like what Tom had called her, a magpie with mischief in its head. Polly felt a change in the atmosphere, but merely thought Tom was tired, so she graciously dismissed him with a stick of cinnamon, as she had nothing else just then to lay upon the shrine.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_44": "Down came Polly, with heightened color, bright eyes, and not a single egg. Tom took a quick look at her over his shoulder, and paused as if the fire was suddenly extinguished. Something in his face made Polly feel a little guilty, so she fell to grating nutmeg, with a vigor which made red cheeks the most natural thing in life. Maud, the traitor, sat demurely at work, looking very like what Tom had called her, a magpie with mischief in its head. Polly felt a change in the atmosphere, but merely thought Tom was tired, so she graciously dismissed him with a stick of cinnamon, as she had nothing else just then to lay upon the shrine. <|Q|>\u201cFan's got the books and maps you wanted. Go and rest now. I'm much obliged; here's your wages, Bridget.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cGood luck to your messes,\u201d answered Tom, as he walked away meditatively crunching his cinnamon, and looking as if he did not find it as spicy as usual. He got his books, but did not read them; for, shutting himself up in the little room called \u201cTom's den,\u201d he just sat down and brooded.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_5": "\u201cHe has a right to be ashamed of me, but I act as if I was ashamed of him; dare say people think so. I'll show them that I ain't; yes, by the powers, I will!\u201d and Tom drew on his gloves with the air of a man about to meet and conquer an enemy.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHave an arm, sir? If you don't mind I'll walk down with you. Little commission for mother, nice day, is n't it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nTom rather broke down at the end of his speech, for the look of pleased surprise with which his father greeted him, the alacrity with which he accepted and leaned on the strong arm offered him, proved that the daily walks had been solitary and doubtless sad ones. I think Mr. Shaw understood the real meaning of that little act of respect, and felt better for the hopeful change it seemed to foretell. But he took it quietly, and leaving his face to speak for him, merely said,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_45": "Down came Polly, with heightened color, bright eyes, and not a single egg. Tom took a quick look at her over his shoulder, and paused as if the fire was suddenly extinguished. Something in his face made Polly feel a little guilty, so she fell to grating nutmeg, with a vigor which made red cheeks the most natural thing in life. Maud, the traitor, sat demurely at work, looking very like what Tom had called her, a magpie with mischief in its head. Polly felt a change in the atmosphere, but merely thought Tom was tired, so she graciously dismissed him with a stick of cinnamon, as she had nothing else just then to lay upon the shrine. \u201cFan's got the books and maps you wanted. Go and rest now. I'm much obliged; here's your wages, Bridget.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGood luck to your messes,\u201d<|Q|> answered Tom, as he walked away meditatively crunching his cinnamon, and looking as if he did not find it as spicy as usual. He got his books, but did not read them; for, shutting himself up in the little room called \u201cTom's den,\u201d he just sat down and brooded.\n\nWhen he came down to breakfast the next morning, he was greeted with a general \u201cHappy birthday, Tom!\u201d and at his place lay gifts from every member of the family; not as costly as formerly, perhaps, but infinitely dearer, as tokens of the love that had outlived the change, and only grown the warmer for the test of misfortune. In his present state of mind, Tom felt as if he did not deserve a blessed thing; so when every one exerted themselves to make it a happy day for him, he understood what it means", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_47": "When he came down to breakfast the next morning, he was greeted with a general \u201cHappy birthday, Tom!\u201d and at his place lay gifts from every member of the family; not as costly as formerly, perhaps, but infinitely dearer, as tokens of the love that had outlived the change, and only grown the warmer for the test of misfortune. In his present state of mind, Tom felt as if he did not deserve a blessed thing; so when every one exerted themselves to make it a happy day for him, he understood what it means <|Q|>\u201cto be nearly killed with kindness,\u201d<|Q|> and sternly resolved to be an honor to his family, or perish in the attempt. Evening brought Polly to what she called a \u201cfestive tea,\u201d and when they gathered round the table, another gift appeared, which, though not of a sentimental nature, touched Tom more than all the rest. It was a most delectable cake, with a nosegay atop, and round it on the snowy frosting there ran a pink inscription, just as it had been every year since Tom could remember.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_14": "\u201d said Tom, lingering, as if the prospect was agreeable. He was a social fellow, and very grateful just then to any one who helped him to forget his worries for a time. Polly knew this, felt that his society would not be a great affliction to herself at least, and whispering to Maud, \u201cHe won't know,\u201d she added, aloud, \u201cCome in if you like, and stir this cake for me; it needs a strong hand, and mine are tired. There, put on that apron to keep you tidy, sit here, and take it easy.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI used to help grandma bat up cake, and rather liked it, if I remember right,\u201d<|Q|> said Tom, letting Polly tie a checked apron on him, put a big bowl into his hands, and settle him near the table, where Maud was picking raisins, and she herself stirring busily about among spice-boxes, rolling-pins, and butter-pots.\n\n\u201cYou do it beautifully, Tom. I'll give you a conundrum to lighten your labor: Why are bad boys like cake?\u201d asked Polly, anxious to cheer him up.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_9": "Then the siren hooted again, a long, steady blast. The bunting in front of the booths was pulled off, and the lines began to move. Izzy led the way to the one at the rich end of their beat, and moved toward the head of the line. \"Cops,\" he said to the six mobsters who surrounded the booth. \"We got territory to cover.\"\n\nA thumb indicated that they could go in. Murdoch remained outside, and one of the thugs reached for him. Izzy cut him off. <|Q|>\"Just a friend on the way to his own route. Eleventh Precinct.\"<|Q|>\n\nThere were scowls, but they let it go. Then Gordon was in the little booth. It seemed to be in order. There were the books of registration, with a checker for Wayne, one for Nolan, and a third, supposedly neutral, behind the plank that served as a desk. The Nolan man was protesting.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_80": "\u201cWhat will you do, Tom?\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll tell you; may I sit here?\u201d And Tom took the low footstool that always stood near grandma's old chair. <|Q|>\u201cI've had so many plans in my head lately, that sometimes it seems as if it would split,\u201d<|Q|> continued the poor fellow, rubbing his tired forehead, as if to polish up his wits. \u201cI've thought seriously of going to California, Australia, or some out-of-the-way place, where men get rich in a hurry.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, no!\u201d cried Polly, putting out her hand as it to keep him, and then snatching it back again before he could turn round.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_52": "\u201cThank you,\u201d was all Tom said, as he smiled at the giver, but Polly knew that her present had pleased him more than the most elegant trifle she could have made.\n\n\u201cIt ought to be good, for you beat it up yourself, Tom,\u201d cried, Maud. <|Q|>\u201cIt was so funny to see you working away, and never guessing who the cake was for. I perfectly trembled every time you opened your mouth, for fear you'd ask some question about it. That was the reason Polly preached and I kept talking when she was gone.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cVery stupid of me; but I forgot all about to-day. Suppose we cut it; I don't seem to care for anything else,\u201d said Tom, feeling no appetite, but bound to do justice to that cake, if he fell a victim to his gratitude.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_51": "\u201cThank you,\u201d was all Tom said, as he smiled at the giver, but Polly knew that her present had pleased him more than the most elegant trifle she could have made.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt ought to be good, for you beat it up yourself, Tom,\u201d<|Q|> cried, Maud. \u201cIt was so funny to see you working away, and never guessing who the cake was for. I perfectly trembled every time you opened your mouth, for fear you'd ask some question about it. That was the reason Polly preached and I kept talking when she was gone.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery stupid of me; but I forgot all about to-day. Suppose we cut it; I don't seem to care for anything else,\u201d said Tom, feeling no appetite, but bound to do justice to that cake, if he fell a victim to his gratitude.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_53": "\u201cIt ought to be good, for you beat it up yourself, Tom,\u201d cried, Maud. \u201cIt was so funny to see you working away, and never guessing who the cake was for. I perfectly trembled every time you opened your mouth, for fear you'd ask some question about it. That was the reason Polly preached and I kept talking when she was gone.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cVery stupid of me; but I forgot all about to-day. Suppose we cut it; I don't seem to care for anything else,\u201d<|Q|> said Tom, feeling no appetite, but bound to do justice to that cake, if he fell a victim to his gratitude.\n\n\u201cI hope the plums won't all be at the bottom,\u201d said Polly, as she rose to do the honors of the cake, by universal appointment.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_24": "\u201cFeel as if I could sometimes,\u201d continued Tom; then his eye fell upon the dimples in Polly's elbows, and he added, with a laugh, \u201cThat's more in your line, ma'am; can't you give us a sermon?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cA short one. Life, my brethren, is like plum-cake,\u201d<|Q|> began Polly, impressively folding her floury hands. \u201cIn some the plums are all on the top, and we eat them gayly, till we suddenly find they are gone. In others the plums sink to the bottom, and we look for them in vain as we go on, and often come to them when it is too late to enjoy them. But in the well-made cake, the plums are wisely scattered all through, and every mouthful is a pleasure. We make our own cakes, in a great measure, therefore let us look to it, my brethren, that they are mixed according to the best receipt, baked in a well regulated oven, and gratefully eaten with a temperate appetite.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_56": "Cutting carefully, slice after slice fell apart; each firm and dark, spicy and rich, under the frosty rime above; and laying a specially large piece in one of grandma's quaint little china plates, Polly added the flowers and handed it to Tom, with a look that said a good deal, for, seeing that he remembered her sermon, she was glad to find that her allegory held good, in one sense at least. Tom's face brightened as he took it, and after an inspection which amused the others very much he looked up, saying, with an air of relief, <|Q|>\u201cPlums all through; I'm glad I had a hand in it, but Polly deserves the credit, and must wear the posy,\u201d<|Q|> and turning to her, he put the rose into her hair with more gallantry than taste, for a thorn pricked her head, the leaves tickled her ear, and the flower was upside down.\n\nFanny laughed at his want of skill, but Polly would n't have it altered, and everybody fell to eating cake, as if indigestion was one of the lost arts. They had a lively tea, and were getting on famously afterward, when two letters were brought for Tom, who glanced at one, and retired rather precipitately to his den, leaving Maud consumed with curiosity, and the older girls slightly excited, for Fan thought she recognized the handwriting on one, and Polly, on the other.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_08_delray_64kb_49": "He turned back into the liquor shop; the woman seemed to read his face. \"I should have watched her. It is a bad day for me, young man. I failed Pappa; I failed the poor man who died -- and now I have failed you. It is better...\"\n\nHe caught her as she fell toward him. She relaxed after a second. <|Q|>\"Upstairs, please,\"<|Q|> she whispered, \"beside Pappa. There was nothing else. And these Martian poisons -- they are so sure, they don't hurt. Five minutes more, I think. Stay with me, I'll tell you how Pappa and I got married. I want somebody should know how it was with us once, together.\"\n\nHe stayed, then picked the two bodies up and moved them from the floor onto the bed where he had first seen the old man. He moved Murdoch's body aside, and covered the two gently. Finally, he went down the stairs, carrying Murdoch with him. The man's weight was a stiff load, even on Mars; but, somehow, he couldn't leave his body with the old couple.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_88": "\u201cIf you really mean work, I know you could,\u201d answered Polly, quickly, as all sorts of plans and projects went sweeping through her mind. \u201cI wish you could be with Ned; you'd get on together, I'm sure; and he'd be so glad to do anything he could. I'll write and ask, straight away, if you want me to.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSuppose you do; just for information, you know, then I shall have something to go upon. I want to have a feasible plan all ready, before I speak to father. There's nothing so convincing to business men as facts, you know.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nPolly could not help smiling at Tom's new tone, it seemed so strange to hear him talking about anything but horses and tailors, dancing and girls. She liked it, however, as much as she did the sober expression of his face, and the way he had lately of swinging his arms about, as if he wanted to do something energetic with them.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_29": "\u201c'Thank you, brother, my wants is few, and ravens scurser than they used to be,' as dear old Parson Miller used to answer. Now, Maud, bring on the citron;\u201d and Polly began to put the cake together in what seemed a most careless and chaotic manner, while Tom and Maud watched with absorbing interest till it was safely in the oven.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNow make your custards, dear; Tom may like to beat the eggs for you; it seems to have a good effect upon his constitution.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFirst-rate; hand'em along,\u201d and Tom smoothed his apron with a cheerful air. \u201cBy the way, Syd's got back. I met him yesterday, and he treated me like a man and a brother,\u201d he added, as if anxious to contribute to the pleasures of the hour.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_0": "On the night of his arrival in London, Alexander went immediately to the hotel on the Embankment at which he always stopped, and in the lobby he was accosted by an old acquaintance, Maurice Mainhall, who fell upon him with effusive cordiality and indicated a willingness to dine with him. Bartley never dined alone if he could help it, and Mainhall was a good gossip who always knew what had been going on in town; especially, he knew everything that was not printed in the newspapers. The nephew of one of the standard Victorian novelists, Mainhall bobbed about among the various literary cliques of London and its outlying suburbs, careful to lose touch with none of them. He had written a number of books himself; among them a \u201cHistory of Dancing,\u201d a \u201cHistory of Costume,\u201d a \u201cKey to Shakespeare\u2019s Sonnets,\u201d a study of \u201cThe Poetry of Ernest Dowson,\u201d etc. Although Mainhall\u2019s enthusiasm was often tiresome, and although he was often unable to distinguish between facts and vivid figments of his imagination, his imperturbable good nature overcame even the people whom he bored most, so that they ended by becoming, in a reluctant manner, his friends. In appearance, Mainhall was astonishingly like the conventional stage-Englishman of American drama: tall and thin, with high, hitching shoulders and a small head glistening with closely brushed yellow hair. He spoke with an extreme Oxford accent, and when he was talking well, his face sometimes wore the rapt expression of a very emotional man listening to music. Mainhall liked Alexander because he was an engineer. He had preconceived ideas about everything, and his idea about Americans was that they should be engineers or mechanics. He hated them when they presumed to be anything else.\n\nWhile they sat at dinner Mainhall acquainted Bartley with the fortunes of his old friends in London, and as they left the table he proposed that they should go to see Hugh MacConnell\u2019s new comedy, <|Q|>\u201cBog Lights.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s really quite the best thing MacConnell\u2019s done,\u201d he explained as they got into a hansom. \u201cIt\u2019s tremendously well put on, too. Florence Merrill and Cyril Henderson. But Hilda Burgoyne\u2019s the hit of the piece. Hugh\u2019s written a delightful part for her, and she\u2019s quite inexpressible. It\u2019s been on only two weeks, and I\u2019ve been half a dozen times already. I happen to have MacConnell\u2019s box for tonight or there\u2019d be no chance of our getting places. There\u2019s everything in seeing Hilda while she\u2019s fresh in a part. She\u2019s apt to grow a bit stale after a time. The ones who have any imagination do.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_31": "\u201cNow make your custards, dear; Tom may like to beat the eggs for you; it seems to have a good effect upon his constitution.\u201d\n\n\u201cFirst-rate; hand'em along,\u201d and Tom smoothed his apron with a cheerful air. <|Q|>\u201cBy the way, Syd's got back. I met him yesterday, and he treated me like a man and a brother,\u201d<|Q|> he added, as if anxious to contribute to the pleasures of the hour.\n\n\u201cI'm so glad!\u201d cried Polly, clapping her hands, regardless of the egg she held, which dropped and smashed on the floor at her feet. \u201cCareless thing! Pick it up, Maud, I'll get some more;\u201d and Polly whisked out of the room, glad of an excuse to run and tell Fan, who had just come in, lest, hearing the news in public, she might be startled out of the well-bred composure with which young ladies are expected to receive tidings, even of the most vital importance.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_15_defoe_64kb_15": "I came home to my governess, and now I thought it was a time to try her, that if I might be put to the necessity of being exposed, she might offer me some assistance. When I had been at home some time, and had an opportunity of talking to her, I told her I had a secret of the greatest consequence in the world to commit to her, if she had respect enough for me to keep it a secret. She told me she had kept one of my secrets faithfully; why should I doubt her keeping another? I told her the strangest thing in the world had befallen me, and that it had made a thief of me, even without any design, and so told her the whole story of the tankard. \u201cAnd have you brought it away with you, my dear?\u201d says she. \u201cTo be sure I have,\u201d says I, and showed it her. \u201cBut what shall I do now,\u201d says I; <|Q|>\u201cmust not carry it again?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCarry it again!\u201d says she. \u201cAy, if you are minded to be sent to Newgate for stealing it.\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201cthey can\u2019t be so base to stop me, when I carry it to them again?\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t know those sort of people, child,\u201d says she; \u201cthey\u2019ll not only carry you to Newgate, but hang you too, without any regard to the honesty of returning it; or bring in an account of all the other tankards they have lost, for you to pay for", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_62": "\u201cWhy, Tom, you look as if you had been knocked down!\u201d exclaimed Polly, forgetting all about herself, as she saw his face when he rose and turned to meet her.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have; regularly floored; but I'm up again, and steadier than ever. Just you read that, and tell me what you think of it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nTom snatched a letter off the table, put it into her hands, and began to walk up and down the little room, like a veritable bear in its cage. As Polly read that short note, all the color went out of her face, and her eyes began to kindle. When she came to the end, she stood a minute, as if too indignant to speak, then gave the paper a nervous sort of crumple and dropped it on the floor, saying, all in one breath,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_1": "Now that he had lost his heritage, Tom seemed to see for the first time how goodly it had been, how rich in power, pleasure, and gracious opportunities. He felt its worth even while he acknowledged, with the sense of justice that is strong in manly men, how little he deserved a gift which he had so misused. He brooded over this a good deal, for, like the bat in the fable, he did n't seem to find any place in the new life which had begun for all. Knowing nothing of business, he was not of much use to his father, though he tried to be, and generally ended by feeling that he was a hindrance, not a help. Domestic affairs were equally out of his line, and the girls, more frank than their father, did not hesitate to tell him he was in the way when he offered to lend a hand anywhere. After the first excitement was over, and he had time to think, heart and energy seemed to die out, remorse got hold of him, and, as generous, thoughtless natures are apt to do when suddenly confronted with conscience, he exaggerated his faults and follies into sins of the deepest dye, and fancied he was regarded by others as a villain and an outcast. Pride and penitence made him shrink out of sight as much as possible, for he could not bear pity, even when silently expressed by a friendly hand or a kindly eye. He stayed at home a good deal, and loafed about with a melancholy and neglected air, vanished when anyone came, talked very little, and was either pathetically humble or tragically cross. He wanted to do something, but nothing seemed to appear; and while he waited to get his poise after the downfall, he was so very miserable that I'm afraid, if it had not been for one thing, my poor Tom would have got desperate, and been a failure. But when he seemed most useless, outcast, and forlorn, he discovered that one person needed him, one person never found him in the way, one person always welcomed and clung to him with the strongest affection of a very feeble nature. This dependence of his mother's was Tom's salvation at that crisis of his life; and the gossips, who said softly to one another over their muffins and tea. <|Q|>\u201cIt really would be a relief to that whole family if poor, dear Mrs. Shaw could be ahem! mercifully removed,\u201d<|Q|> did not know that the invalid's weak, idle hands were unconsciously keeping the son safe in that quiet room, where she gave him all that she had to give, mother-love, till he took heart again, and faced the world ready to fight his battles manfully.\n\n\u201cDear, dear! how old and bent poor father does look. I hope he won't forget to order my sweetbread,\u201d sighed Mrs. Shaw one day, as she watched her husband slowly going down the street.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_65": "Tom snatched a letter off the table, put it into her hands, and began to walk up and down the little room, like a veritable bear in its cage. As Polly read that short note, all the color went out of her face, and her eyes began to kindle. When she came to the end, she stood a minute, as if too indignant to speak, then gave the paper a nervous sort of crumple and dropped it on the floor, saying, all in one breath, \u201cI think she is a mercenary, heartless, ungrateful girl! That's what I think.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, the deuce! I did n't mean to show that one; it's the other.\u201d And Tom took up a second paper, looking half angry, half ashamed at his own mistake. <|Q|>\u201cI don't care, though; every one will know to-morrow; and perhaps you'll be good enough to keep the girls from bothering me with questions and gabble,\u201d<|Q|> he added, as if, on second thoughts, he was relieved to have the communication made to Polly first.\n\n\u201cI don't wonder you looked upset. If the other letter is as bad, I'd better have a chair before I read it,\u201d said Polly, feeling that she began to tremble with excitement.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_64": "Tom snatched a letter off the table, put it into her hands, and began to walk up and down the little room, like a veritable bear in its cage. As Polly read that short note, all the color went out of her face, and her eyes began to kindle. When she came to the end, she stood a minute, as if too indignant to speak, then gave the paper a nervous sort of crumple and dropped it on the floor, saying, all in one breath, \u201cI think she is a mercenary, heartless, ungrateful girl! That's what I think.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, the deuce! I did n't mean to show that one; it's the other.\u201d<|Q|> And Tom took up a second paper, looking half angry, half ashamed at his own mistake. \u201cI don't care, though; every one will know to-morrow; and perhaps you'll be good enough to keep the girls from bothering me with questions and gabble,\u201d he added, as if, on second thoughts, he was relieved to have the communication made to Polly first.\n\n\u201cI don't wonder you looked upset. If the other letter is as bad, I'd better have a chair before I read it", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_100": "\u201cThat surprised me,\u201d said Polly.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo it did me, for Fan always insisted it was the money and not the man she cared for. Her first answer pleased me very much, for I did not expect it, and nothing touches a fellow more than to have a woman stand by him through thick and thin.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cShe don't seem to have done it.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_66": "\u201cOh, the deuce! I did n't mean to show that one; it's the other.\u201d And Tom took up a second paper, looking half angry, half ashamed at his own mistake. \u201cI don't care, though; every one will know to-morrow; and perhaps you'll be good enough to keep the girls from bothering me with questions and gabble,\u201d he added, as if, on second thoughts, he was relieved to have the communication made to Polly first.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don't wonder you looked upset. If the other letter is as bad, I'd better have a chair before I read it,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly, feeling that she began to tremble with excitement.\n\n\u201cIt's a million times better, but it knocked me worse than the other; kindness always does.\u201d Tom stopped short there, and stood a minute turning the letter about in his hand as if it contained a sweet which neutralized the bitter in that smaller note, and touched him very much. Then he drew up an arm-chair, and beckoning Polly to take it, said in a sober, steady tone, that surprised her greatly,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_68": "\u201d said Polly, feeling that she began to tremble with excitement.\n\n\u201cIt's a million times better, but it knocked me worse than the other; kindness always does.\u201d Tom stopped short there, and stood a minute turning the letter about in his hand as if it contained a sweet which neutralized the bitter in that smaller note, and touched him very much. Then he drew up an arm-chair, and beckoning Polly to take it, said in a sober, steady tone, that surprised her greatly, <|Q|>\u201cWhenever I was in a quandary, I used to go and consult grandma, and she always had something sensible or comfortable to say to me. She's gone now, but somehow, Polly, you seem to take her place. Would you mind sitting in her chair, and letting me tell you two or three things, as Will does?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMind it? Polly felt that Tom had paid her the highest and most beautiful compliment he could have devised. She had often longed to do it, for, being brought up in the most affectionate and frank relations with her brothers, she had early learned what it takes most women some time to discover, that sex does not make nearly as much difference in hearts and souls as we fancy. Joy and sorrow, love and fear, life and death bring so many of the same needs to all, that the wonder is we do not understand each other better, but wait till times of tribulation teach us that human nature is very much the same in men and women. Thanks to this knowledge, Polly understood Tom in a way that surprised and won him. She knew that he wanted womanly sympathy, and that she could give it to him, because she was not afraid to stretch her hand across the barrier which our artificial education puts between boys and girls, and to say to him in all good faith,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_69": "Mind it? Polly felt that Tom had paid her the highest and most beautiful compliment he could have devised. She had often longed to do it, for, being brought up in the most affectionate and frank relations with her brothers, she had early learned what it takes most women some time to discover, that sex does not make nearly as much difference in hearts and souls as we fancy. Joy and sorrow, love and fear, life and death bring so many of the same needs to all, that the wonder is we do not understand each other better, but wait till times of tribulation teach us that human nature is very much the same in men and women. Thanks to this knowledge, Polly understood Tom in a way that surprised and won him. She knew that he wanted womanly sympathy, and that she could give it to him, because she was not afraid to stretch her hand across the barrier which our artificial education puts between boys and girls, and to say to him in all good faith, <|Q|>\u201cIf I can help you, let me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nTen minutes sooner Polly could have done this almost as easily to Tom as to Will, but in that ten minutes something had happened which made this difficult. Reading that Trix had given Tom back his freedom changed many things to Polly, and caused her to shrink from his confidence, because she felt as if it would be harder now to keep self out of sight; for, spite of maiden modesty, love and hope would wake and sing at the good news. Slowly she sat down, and hesitatingly she said, with her eyes on the ground, and a very humble voice,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_70": "Ten minutes sooner Polly could have done this almost as easily to Tom as to Will, but in that ten minutes something had happened which made this difficult. Reading that Trix had given Tom back his freedom changed many things to Polly, and caused her to shrink from his confidence, because she felt as if it would be harder now to keep self out of sight; for, spite of maiden modesty, love and hope would wake and sing at the good news. Slowly she sat down, and hesitatingly she said, with her eyes on the ground, and a very humble voice, <|Q|>\u201cI'll do my best, but I can't fill grandma's place, or give you any wise, good advice. I wish I could!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou'll do it better than any one else. Talk troubles mother, father has enough to think of without any of my worries. Fan is a good soul, but she is n't practical, and we always get into a snarl if we try to work together, so who have I but my other sister, Polly? The pleasure that letter will give you may make up for my boring you.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_73": "\u201cOh, Tom, that's a birthday present worth having, for it's so beautifully given I don't see how you can refuse it. Arthur Sydney is a real nobleman!\u201d cried Polly, looking up at last, with her fact glowing, and her eyes full of delight.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo he is! I don't know another man living, except father, who would have done such a thing, or who I could bring myself to take it from. Do you see, he's not only paid the confounded debts, but has done it in my name, to spare me all he could?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI see, it's like him; and I think he must be very happy to be able to do such a thing.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_72": "As he spoke, Tom laid the other paper in her lap, and went off to the window, as if to leave her free to enjoy it unseen; but he could not help a glance now and then, and as Polly's face brightened, his own fell.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, Tom, that's a birthday present worth having, for it's so beautifully given I don't see how you can refuse it. Arthur Sydney is a real nobleman!\u201d<|Q|> cried Polly, looking up at last, with her fact glowing, and her eyes full of delight.\n\n\u201cSo he is! I don't know another man living, except father, who would have done such a thing, or who I could bring myself to take it from. Do you see, he's not only paid the confounded debts, but has done it in my name, to spare me all he could?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_46": "\u201cGood luck to your messes,\u201d answered Tom, as he walked away meditatively crunching his cinnamon, and looking as if he did not find it as spicy as usual. He got his books, but did not read them; for, shutting himself up in the little room called \u201cTom's den,\u201d he just sat down and brooded.\n\nWhen he came down to breakfast the next morning, he was greeted with a general <|Q|>\u201cHappy birthday, Tom!\u201d<|Q|> and at his place lay gifts from every member of the family; not as costly as formerly, perhaps, but infinitely dearer, as tokens of the love that had outlived the change, and only grown the warmer for the test of misfortune. In his present state of mind, Tom felt as if he did not deserve a blessed thing; so when every one exerted themselves to make it a happy day for him, he understood what it means \u201cto be nearly killed with kindness,\u201d and sternly resolved to be an honor to his family, or perish in the attempt. Evening brought Polly to what she called a \u201cfestive tea,\u201d and when they gathered round the table, another gift appeared, which, though not of a sentimental nature, touched Tom more than all the rest. It was a most delectable cake, with a nosegay atop, and round it on the snowy frosting there ran a pink inscription, just as it had been every year since Tom could remember.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_77": "\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThen don't think I will. I'm a pretty poor affair, Polly, but I'm not mean enough to do that, while I've got a conscience and a pair of hands.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nA rough speech, but it pleased Polly better than the smoothest Tom had ever made in her hearing, for something in his face and voice told her that the friendly act had roused a nobler sentiment than gratitude, making the cancelled obligations of the boy, debts of honor to the man.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_75": "\u201cI see, it's like him; and I think he must be very happy to be able to do such a thing.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is an immense weight off my shoulders, for some of those men could n't afford to wait till I'd begged, borrowed, or earned the money. Sydney can wait, but he won't long, if I know myself.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cYou won't take it as a gift, then?\u201d\n\n\u201cWould you?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_110": "\u201cI hope so,\u201d murmured Polly, wondering what was coming next.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe deserves the very best of everything, and I pray the Lord he may get it,\u201d<|Q|> added Tom, poking the fire in a destructive manner.\n\nPolly made no answer, fearing to pay too much, for she knew Fan had made no confidant of Tom, and she guarded her friend's secret as jealously as her own. \u201cYou'll write to Ned to-morrow, will you? I'll take anything he's got, for I want to be off,\u201d said Tom, casting down the poker, and turning round with a resolute air which was lost on Polly, who sat twirling the rose that had fallen into her lap.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_109": "\u201cThat's very good of you, quite Sydneyesque, and noble,\u201d said Polly, feeling rather ill at ease, and wishing she could hide herself behind a cap and spectacles, if she was to play Grandma to this confiding youth.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt will be all plain sailing for Syd, I fancy,\u201d<|Q|> observed Tom, getting up as if the little cricket suddenly ceased to be comfortable.\n\n\u201cI hope so,\u201d murmured Polly, wondering what was coming next.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_79": "\u201cWhat will you do, Tom?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI'll tell you; may I sit here?\u201d<|Q|> And Tom took the low footstool that always stood near grandma's old chair. \u201cI've had so many plans in my head lately, that sometimes it seems as if it would split,\u201d continued the poor fellow, rubbing his tired forehead, as if to polish up his wits. \u201cI've thought seriously of going to California, Australia, or some out-of-the-way place, where men get rich in a hurry.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, no!\u201d cried Polly, putting out her hand as it to keep him, and then snatching it back again before he could turn round.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_113": "\u201cI'll write to-night. Would you like me to tell the girls about Trix and Sydney?\u201d she asked as she rose, feeling that the council was over.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI wish you would. I don't know how to thank you for all you've done for me; I wish to heaven I did,\u201d<|Q|> said Tom, holding out his hand with a look that Polly thought a great deal too grateful for the little she had done.\n\nAs she gave him her hand, and looked up at him with those confiding eyes of hers, Tom's gratitude seemed to fly to his head, for, without the slightest warning, he stooped down and kissed her, a proceeding which startled Polly so that he recovered himself at once, and retreated into his den with the incoherent apology, \u201cI beg pardon could n't help it grandma always let me on my birthday.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_114": "\u201cI wish you would. I don't know how to thank you for all you've done for me; I wish to heaven I did,\u201d said Tom, holding out his hand with a look that Polly thought a great deal too grateful for the little she had done.\n\nAs she gave him her hand, and looked up at him with those confiding eyes of hers, Tom's gratitude seemed to fly to his head, for, without the slightest warning, he stooped down and kissed her, a proceeding which startled Polly so that he recovered himself at once, and retreated into his den with the incoherent apology, <|Q|>\u201cI beg pardon could n't help it grandma always let me on my birthday.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWhile Polly took refuge up stairs, forgetting all about Fan, as she sat in the dark with her face hidden, wondering why she was n't very angry, and resolving never again to indulge in the delightful but dangerous pastime of playing grandmother.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_84": "\u201cWell, you see I don't seem to find anything to do unless I turn clerk, and I don't think that would suit. The fact is, I could n't stand it here, where I'm known. It would be easier to scratch gravel on a railroad, with a gang of Paddies, than to sell pins to my friends and neighbors. False pride, I dare say, but it's the truth, and there's no use in dodging.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot a bit, and I quite agree with you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat's comfortable. Now I'm coming to the point where I specially want your advice, Polly. Yesterday I heard you telling Fan about your brother Ned; how well he got on; how he liked his business, and wanted Will to come and take some place near him. You thought I was reading, but I heard; and it struck me that perhaps I could get a chance out West somewhere. What do you think?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_111": "\u201cHe deserves the very best of everything, and I pray the Lord he may get it,\u201d added Tom, poking the fire in a destructive manner.\n\nPolly made no answer, fearing to pay too much, for she knew Fan had made no confidant of Tom, and she guarded her friend's secret as jealously as her own. <|Q|>\u201cYou'll write to Ned to-morrow, will you? I'll take anything he's got, for I want to be off,\u201d<|Q|> said Tom, casting down the poker, and turning round with a resolute air which was lost on Polly, who sat twirling the rose that had fallen into her lap.\n\n\u201cI'll write to-night. Would you like me to tell the girls about Trix and Sydney?\u201d she asked as she rose, feeling that the council was over.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_78": "A rough speech, but it pleased Polly better than the smoothest Tom had ever made in her hearing, for something in his face and voice told her that the friendly act had roused a nobler sentiment than gratitude, making the cancelled obligations of the boy, debts of honor to the man.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat will you do, Tom?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI'll tell you; may I sit here?\u201d And Tom took the low footstool that always stood near grandma's old chair. \u201cI've had so many plans in my head lately, that sometimes it seems as if it would split,\u201d continued the poor fellow, rubbing his tired forehead, as if to polish up his wits. \u201cI've thought seriously of going to California, Australia, or some out-of-the-way place, where men get rich in a hurry.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_5": "Going up to the Captain's cabin, he took advantage of a moment when Mr. Finney and Amos were outside to ask Captain Blizzard if he might speak with him alone.\n\n<|Q|>\"Certainly my boy,\"<|Q|> boomed out the Captain, his blue eyes abruptly keen and penetrating. \"Mr. Finney will be some time on deck. We cannot be overheard in here.\"\n\nHe motioned to a stool as he let himself fall heavily into a teakwood armchair made especially for his bulk. But Chris was too excited to sit down, and delivered his message standing.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_6": "Going up to the Captain's cabin, he took advantage of a moment when Mr. Finney and Amos were outside to ask Captain Blizzard if he might speak with him alone.\n\n\"Certainly my boy,\" boomed out the Captain, his blue eyes abruptly keen and penetrating. <|Q|>\"Mr. Finney will be some time on deck. We cannot be overheard in here.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe motioned to a stool as he let himself fall heavily into a teakwood armchair made especially for his bulk. But Chris was too excited to sit down, and delivered his message standing.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_81": "\u201cWhat will you do, Tom?\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll tell you; may I sit here?\u201d And Tom took the low footstool that always stood near grandma's old chair. \u201cI've had so many plans in my head lately, that sometimes it seems as if it would split,\u201d continued the poor fellow, rubbing his tired forehead, as if to polish up his wits. <|Q|>\u201cI've thought seriously of going to California, Australia, or some out-of-the-way place, where men get rich in a hurry.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, no!\u201d cried Polly, putting out her hand as it to keep him, and then snatching it back again before he could turn round.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_89": "Polly could not help smiling at Tom's new tone, it seemed so strange to hear him talking about anything but horses and tailors, dancing and girls. She liked it, however, as much as she did the sober expression of his face, and the way he had lately of swinging his arms about, as if he wanted to do something energetic with them.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat will be wise. Do you think your father will like this plan?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cPretty sure he will. Yesterday, when I told him I must go at something right off, he said, 'Anything honest, Tom, and don't forget that your father began the world as a shop-boy.' You knew that, did n't you?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_91": "\u201cPretty sure he will. Yesterday, when I told him I must go at something right off, he said, 'Anything honest, Tom, and don't forget that your father began the world as a shop-boy.' You knew that, did n't you?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, he told me the story once, and I always liked to hear it, because it was pleasant to see how well he had succeeded.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI never did like the story, a little bit ashamed, I'm afraid; but when we talked it over last night, it struck me in a new light, and I understood why father took the failure so well, and seems so contented with this poorish place. It is only beginning again, he says; and having worked his way up once, he feels as if he could again. I declare to you, Polly, that sort of confidence in himself, and energy and courage in a man of his years, makes me love and respect the dear old gentleman as I never did before.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_93": "\u201cI never did like the story, a little bit ashamed, I'm afraid; but when we talked it over last night, it struck me in a new light, and I understood why father took the failure so well, and seems so contented with this poorish place. It is only beginning again, he says; and having worked his way up once, he feels as if he could again. I declare to you, Polly, that sort of confidence in himself, and energy and courage in a man of his years, makes me love and respect the dear old gentleman as I never did before.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI'm so glad to hear you say that, Tom! I've sometimes thought you did n't quite appreciate your father, any more than he knew how much of a man you were.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNever was till to-day, you know,\u201d said Tom, laughing, yet looking as if he felt the dignity of his one and twenty years. \u201cOdd, is n't it, how people live together ever so long, and don't seem to find one another out, till something comes to do it for them. Perhaps this smash-up was sent to introduce me to my own father.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_94": "\u201cI'm so glad to hear you say that, Tom! I've sometimes thought you did n't quite appreciate your father, any more than he knew how much of a man you were.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNever was till to-day, you know,\u201d<|Q|> said Tom, laughing, yet looking as if he felt the dignity of his one and twenty years. \u201cOdd, is n't it, how people live together ever so long, and don't seem to find one another out, till something comes to do it for them. Perhaps this smash-up was sent to introduce me to my own father.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere's philosophy for you,\u201d said Polly, smiling, even while she felt as if adversity was going to do more for Tom than years of prosperity.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_10": "This was a question Chris was unprepared for, but he took a long breath which gave him a moment of extra time, and then replied.\n\n\"I -- I see uncommonly well by night, Captain sir,\" he said, <|Q|>\"and I'm a very strong swimmer.\"<|Q|>\n\nHis face froze with nervousness that this might not do as an answer, and he stood stiff and still before Captain Blizzard. The Captain sat forward in his chair looking at him for a long moment, considering. Then he said: \"Well, I do not care for it, I cannot say I do. This ship is more to me than wife or mother or family. She's all I have, young man, and you can understand that to trust her to so young a lad, clever though you may be, to go safely past jagged coral reefs into a cove I never even guessed at, wel", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_96": "\u201cNever was till to-day, you know,\u201d said Tom, laughing, yet looking as if he felt the dignity of his one and twenty years. \u201cOdd, is n't it, how people live together ever so long, and don't seem to find one another out, till something comes to do it for them. Perhaps this smash-up was sent to introduce me to my own father.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere's philosophy for you,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly, smiling, even while she felt as if adversity was going to do more for Tom than years of prosperity.\n\nThey both sat quiet for a minute, Polly in the big chair looking at him with a new respect in her eyes, Tom on the stool near by slowly tearing up a folded paper he had absently taken from the floor while he talked.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_95": "\u201cI'm so glad to hear you say that, Tom! I've sometimes thought you did n't quite appreciate your father, any more than he knew how much of a man you were.\u201d\n\n\u201cNever was till to-day, you know,\u201d said Tom, laughing, yet looking as if he felt the dignity of his one and twenty years. <|Q|>\u201cOdd, is n't it, how people live together ever so long, and don't seem to find one another out, till something comes to do it for them. Perhaps this smash-up was sent to introduce me to my own father.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThere's philosophy for you,\u201d said Polly, smiling, even while she felt as if adversity was going to do more for Tom than years of prosperity.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_98": "\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, it did me; for you know as soon as we came to grief I offered to release Trix from the engagement, and she would n't let me,\u201d<|Q|> continued Tom, as if, having begun the subject, he wished to explain it thoroughly.\n\n\u201cThat surprised me,\u201d said Polly.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_13": "\"Well, I do not care for it, I cannot say I do. This ship is more to me than wife or mother or family. She's all I have, young man, and you can understand that to trust her to so young a lad, clever though you may be, to go safely past jagged coral reefs into a cove I never even guessed at, well\" -- he threw out a hand and then rubbed his chin with it -- \"You can understand I do not fancy it. However,\" and he leaned back in his chair again, <|Q|>\"I take orders from Mr. Wicker, the owner of the Mirabelle, and since he says so, this is how it must be.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe paused, fingering his lower lip and looking sideways in a reflective fashion at Chris standing before him.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_99": "\u201cWell, it did me; for you know as soon as we came to grief I offered to release Trix from the engagement, and she would n't let me,\u201d continued Tom, as if, having begun the subject, he wished to explain it thoroughly.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat surprised me,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly.\n\n\u201cSo it did me, for Fan always insisted it was the money and not the man she cared for. Her first answer pleased me very much, for I did not expect it, and nothing touches a fellow more than to have a woman stand by him through thick and thin.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_103": "\u201cFan was right. Trix only waited to see how bad things really were, or rather her mother did. She's as cool, hard, and worldly minded an old soul as I ever saw, and Trix is bound to obey. She gets round it very neatly in her note, 'I won't be a burden, ' 'will sacrifice her hopes,' 'and always remain my warm friend,' but the truth is, Tom Shaw rich was worth making much of, but Tom Shaw poor is in the way, and may go to the devil as fast as he likes.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, he is n't going!\u201d<|Q|> cried Polly, defiantly, for her wrath burned hotly against Trix, though she blessed her for setting the bondman free.\n\n\u201cCame within an ace of it,\u201d muttered Tom to himself; adding aloud, in a tone of calm resignation that assured Polly his heart would not be broken though his engagement was, \u201cIt never rains but it pours, 'specially in hard times, but when a man is down, a rap or two more don't matter much, I suppose. It's the first blow that hurts most.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_101": "\u201cSo it did me, for Fan always insisted it was the money and not the man she cared for. Her first answer pleased me very much, for I did not expect it, and nothing touches a fellow more than to have a woman stand by him through thick and thin.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShe don't seem to have done it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFan was right. Trix only waited to see how bad things really were, or rather her mother did. She's as cool, hard, and worldly minded an old soul as I ever saw, and Trix is bound to obey. She gets round it very neatly in her note, 'I won't be a burden, ' 'will sacrifice her hopes,' 'and always remain my warm friend,' but the truth is, Tom Shaw rich was worth making much of, but Tom Shaw poor is in the way, and may go to the devil as fast as he likes.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_104": "\u201cWell, he is n't going!\u201d cried Polly, defiantly, for her wrath burned hotly against Trix, though she blessed her for setting the bondman free.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCame within an ace of it,\u201d<|Q|> muttered Tom to himself; adding aloud, in a tone of calm resignation that assured Polly his heart would not be broken though his engagement was, \u201cIt never rains but it pours, 'specially in hard times, but when a man is down, a rap or two more don't matter much, I suppose. It's the first blow that hurts most.\u201d\n\n\u201cGlad to see you take the last blow so well.\u201d There was an ironical little twang to that speech, and Polly could n't help it. Tom colored up and looked hurt for a minute, then seemed to right himself with a shrug, and said, in his outspoken way,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_105": "\u201cWell, he is n't going!\u201d cried Polly, defiantly, for her wrath burned hotly against Trix, though she blessed her for setting the bondman free.\n\n\u201cCame within an ace of it,\u201d muttered Tom to himself; adding aloud, in a tone of calm resignation that assured Polly his heart would not be broken though his engagement was, <|Q|>\u201cIt never rains but it pours, 'specially in hard times, but when a man is down, a rap or two more don't matter much, I suppose. It's the first blow that hurts most.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cGlad to see you take the last blow so well.\u201d There was an ironical little twang to that speech, and Polly could n't help it. Tom colored up and looked hurt for a minute, then seemed to right himself with a shrug, and said, in his outspoken way, \u201cTo tell the honest truth, Polly, it was not a very hard one. I've had a feeling for some time that Trix and I were not suited to one another, and it might be wiser to stop short. But she did not or would not see it; and I was not going to back out, and leave her to wear any more willows, so here we are. I don't bear malice, but hope she'll do better, and not be disappointed again, upon my word I do.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_106": "\u201cCame within an ace of it,\u201d muttered Tom to himself; adding aloud, in a tone of calm resignation that assured Polly his heart would not be broken though his engagement was, \u201cIt never rains but it pours, 'specially in hard times, but when a man is down, a rap or two more don't matter much, I suppose. It's the first blow that hurts most.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGlad to see you take the last blow so well.\u201d<|Q|> There was an ironical little twang to that speech, and Polly could n't help it. Tom colored up and looked hurt for a minute, then seemed to right himself with a shrug, and said, in his outspoken way, \u201cTo tell the honest truth, Polly, it was not a very hard one. I've had a feeling for some time that Trix and I were not suited to one another, and it might be wiser to stop short. But she did not or would not see it; and I was not going to back out, and leave her to wear any more willows, so here we are. I don't bear malice, but hope she'll do better, and not be disappointed again, upon my word I do.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_108": "\u201cTo tell the honest truth, Polly, it was not a very hard one. I've had a feeling for some time that Trix and I were not suited to one another, and it might be wiser to stop short. But she did not or would not see it; and I was not going to back out, and leave her to wear any more willows, so here we are. I don't bear malice, but hope she'll do better, and not be disappointed again, upon my word I do.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat's very good of you, quite Sydneyesque, and noble,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly, feeling rather ill at ease, and wishing she could hide herself behind a cap and spectacles, if she was to play Grandma to this confiding youth.\n\n\u201cIt will be all plain sailing for Syd, I fancy,\u201d observed Tom, getting up as if the little cricket suddenly ceased to be comfortable.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_76": "\u201cI see, it's like him; and I think he must be very happy to be able to do such a thing.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is an immense weight off my shoulders, for some of those men could n't afford to wait till I'd begged, borrowed, or earned the money. Sydney can wait, but he won't long, if I know myself.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cYou won't take it as a gift, then?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWould you?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_25": "Their conversation had taken some little while. As they went over for the last time all the details of what lay ahead of them in the next few hours, Chris, glancing out the windows of the Captain's cabin, saw the splendors of a tropical sunset streaking the sky.\n\n\"Oh sir!\" he cried, <|Q|>\"Mr. Wicker said we'd know the reason why we must take shelter tomorrow at sundown today. And now it is sundown!\"<|Q|>\n\nWith quite surprising silence and agility for so large a man, Captain Blizzard was out of his chair and half-way to the door of his cabin before Chris had much more than finished speaking. Over his shoulder, continuing with rapid quiet steps to the bridge of the Mirabelle, he said: \"Run down to your cabin and fetch up that good spyglass of yours, my boy. We shall have a good look, for as you know, night falls in a few moments after sundown in these waters.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_0": "The Mirabelle was nearing Tahiti. The air was balmy, and already a different fragrance pervaded it, together with a softer quality which Chris now knew meant land.\n\nAt noon one day Captain Blizzard announced to Chris and Amos: <|Q|>\"Should the wind keep up as it is now, by nightfall or by dawn at the latest, we should sight Tahiti. We've water and fresh stores to take on there.\"<|Q|> He beamed over his many chins at the two boys. \"'Tis a fair place, is Tahiti, and one you lads will have an interest and a pleasure in seeing.\"\n\nChris lost no time, as soon as he could do it without being noticed, in hurrying down to his cabin. Locking the door, he took the conch shell from his sea chest and held it to his ear. The voice of his friend -- so far distant now! -- came to his ear and Chris smiled with the pleasure this brief link with home gave him.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_0": "It was late when Wilson reached Hilda\u2019s apartment on this particular December afternoon, and he found her alone. She sent for fresh tea and made him comfortable, as she had such a knack of making people comfortable.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow good you were to come back before Christmas! I quite dreaded the Holidays without you. You\u2019ve helped me over a good many Christmases.\u201d<|Q|> She smiled at him gayly.\n\n\u201cAs if you needed me for that! But, at any rate, I needed you. How well you are looking, my dear, and how rested.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_112": "Polly made no answer, fearing to pay too much, for she knew Fan had made no confidant of Tom, and she guarded her friend's secret as jealously as her own. \u201cYou'll write to Ned to-morrow, will you? I'll take anything he's got, for I want to be off,\u201d said Tom, casting down the poker, and turning round with a resolute air which was lost on Polly, who sat twirling the rose that had fallen into her lap.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI'll write to-night. Would you like me to tell the girls about Trix and Sydney?\u201d<|Q|> she asked as she rose, feeling that the council was over.\n\n\u201cI wish you would. I don't know how to thank you for all you've done for me; I wish to heaven I did,\u201d said Tom, holding out his hand with a look that Polly thought a great deal too grateful for the little she had done.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_82": "\u201cOh, no!\u201d cried Polly, putting out her hand as it to keep him, and then snatching it back again before he could turn round.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt would be hard on mother and the girls, I suppose; besides, I don't quite like it myself; looks as if I shirked and ran away.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSo it does,\u201d said Polly, decidedly.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_86": "\u201cThat's comfortable. Now I'm coming to the point where I specially want your advice, Polly. Yesterday I heard you telling Fan about your brother Ned; how well he got on; how he liked his business, and wanted Will to come and take some place near him. You thought I was reading, but I heard; and it struck me that perhaps I could get a chance out West somewhere. What do you think?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIf you really mean work, I know you could,\u201d<|Q|> answered Polly, quickly, as all sorts of plans and projects went sweeping through her mind. \u201cI wish you could be with Ned; you'd get on together, I'm sure; and he'd be so glad to do anything he could. I'll write and ask, straight away, if you want me to.\u201d\n\n\u201cSuppose you do; just for information, you know, then I shall have something to go upon. I want to have a feasible plan all ready, before I speak to father. There's nothing so convincing to business men as facts, you know.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_5": "\u201cAh, no need to remind a man of seventy, who has just been home to find that he has survived all his contemporaries. I was most gently treated \u2014 as a sort of precious relic. But, do you know, it made me feel awkward to be hanging about still.\u201d\n\n\u201cSeventy? Never mention it to me.\u201d Hilda looked appreciatively at the Professor\u2019s alert face, with so many kindly lines about the mouth and so many quizzical ones about the eyes. <|Q|>\u201cYou\u2019ve got to hang about for me, you know. I can\u2019t even let you go home again. You must stay put, now that I have you back. You\u2019re the realest thing I have.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWilson chuckled. \u201cDear me, am I? Out of so many conquests and the spoils of conquered cities! You\u2019ve really missed me? Well, then, I shall hang. Even if you have at last to put ME in the mummy-room with the others. You\u2019ll visit me often, won\u2019t you?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_4": "\"Let the men rest, but by midafternoon have them hide along the shore facing the sea, for they shall all be witnesses to what is to transpire. Then you must do your part, for you must board Claggett Chew's ship and see to it that his vessel does not gain many days' advantage over the Mirabelle. By daylight the Mirabelle will find her way safely to sea again, and you will rejoin her with the aid of the rope.\" The voice paused and then enquired, <|Q|>\"Is all this clear?\"<|Q|>\n\nChris tapped three times, his heart thumping with excitement at the prospect of the imminent action.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_6": "\u201cSeventy? Never mention it to me.\u201d Hilda looked appreciatively at the Professor\u2019s alert face, with so many kindly lines about the mouth and so many quizzical ones about the eyes. \u201cYou\u2019ve got to hang about for me, you know. I can\u2019t even let you go home again. You must stay put, now that I have you back. You\u2019re the realest thing I have.\u201d\n\nWilson chuckled. <|Q|>\u201cDear me, am I? Out of so many conquests and the spoils of conquered cities! You\u2019ve really missed me? Well, then, I shall hang. Even if you have at last to put ME in the mummy-room with the others. You\u2019ll visit me often, won\u2019t you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cEvery day in the calendar. Here, your cigarettes are in this drawer, where you left them.\u201d She struck a match and lit one for him. \u201cBut you did, after all, enjoy being at home again?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_87": "\u201cThat's comfortable. Now I'm coming to the point where I specially want your advice, Polly. Yesterday I heard you telling Fan about your brother Ned; how well he got on; how he liked his business, and wanted Will to come and take some place near him. You thought I was reading, but I heard; and it struck me that perhaps I could get a chance out West somewhere. What do you think?\u201d\n\n\u201cIf you really mean work, I know you could,\u201d answered Polly, quickly, as all sorts of plans and projects went sweeping through her mind. <|Q|>\u201cI wish you could be with Ned; you'd get on together, I'm sure; and he'd be so glad to do anything he could. I'll write and ask, straight away, if you want me to.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSuppose you do; just for information, you know, then I shall have something to go upon. I want to have a feasible plan all ready, before I speak to father. There's nothing so convincing to business men as facts, you know.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_8": "Wilson chuckled. \u201cDear me, am I? Out of so many conquests and the spoils of conquered cities! You\u2019ve really missed me? Well, then, I shall hang. Even if you have at last to put ME in the mummy-room with the others. You\u2019ll visit me often, won\u2019t you?\u201d\n\n\u201cEvery day in the calendar. Here, your cigarettes are in this drawer, where you left them.\u201d She struck a match and lit one for him. <|Q|>\u201cBut you did, after all, enjoy being at home again?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, yes. I found the long railway journeys trying. People live a thousand miles apart. But I did it thoroughly; I was all over the place. It was in Boston I lingered longest.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_9": "This was a question Chris was unprepared for, but he took a long breath which gave him a moment of extra time, and then replied.\n\n<|Q|>\"I -- I see uncommonly well by night, Captain sir,\"<|Q|> he said, \"and I'm a very strong swimmer.\"\n\nHis face froze with nervousness that this might not do as an answer, and he stood stiff and still before Captain Blizzard. The Captain sat forward in his chair looking at him for a long moment, considering. Then he said: \"Well, I do not care for it, I cannot say I do. This ship is more to me than wife or mother or family. She's all I have, young man, and you can understand that to trust her to so young a lad, clever though you may be, to go safely past jagged coral reefs into a cove I never even guessed at, wel", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_8": "When he described how in the night -- that very night, he realized with a jumping pulse -- he was to go over the side of the Mirabelle and find out the channel, the Captain looked at him piercingly.\n\n\"How now, lad,\" he said in his deep voice, <|Q|>\"how are you to find the channel in the dark?\"<|Q|>\n\nThis was a question Chris was unprepared for, but he took a long breath which gave him a moment of extra time, and then replied.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_7": "When he described how in the night -- that very night, he realized with a jumping pulse -- he was to go over the side of the Mirabelle and find out the channel, the Captain looked at him piercingly.\n\n<|Q|>\"How now, lad,\"<|Q|> he said in his deep voice, \"how are you to find the channel in the dark?\"\n\nThis was a question Chris was unprepared for, but he took a long breath which gave him a moment of extra time, and then replied.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_97": "They both sat quiet for a minute, Polly in the big chair looking at him with a new respect in her eyes, Tom on the stool near by slowly tearing up a folded paper he had absently taken from the floor while he talked.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDid this surprise you?\u201d<|Q|> he asked, as a little white shower fluttered from his hands.\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_12": "His face froze with nervousness that this might not do as an answer, and he stood stiff and still before Captain Blizzard. The Captain sat forward in his chair looking at him for a long moment, considering. Then he said: \"Well, I do not care for it, I cannot say I do. This ship is more to me than wife or mother or family. She's all I have, young man, and you can understand that to trust her to so young a lad, clever though you may be, to go safely past jagged coral reefs into a cove I never even guessed at, well\" -- he threw out a hand and then rubbed his chin with it -- <|Q|>\"You can understand I do not fancy it. However,\"<|Q|> and he leaned back in his chair again, \"I take orders from Mr. Wicker, the owner of the Mirabelle, and since he says so, this is how it must be.\"\n\nHe paused, fingering his lower lip and looking sideways in a reflective fashion at Chris standing before him.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_67": "\u201cI don't wonder you looked upset. If the other letter is as bad, I'd better have a chair before I read it,\u201d said Polly, feeling that she began to tremble with excitement.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt's a million times better, but it knocked me worse than the other; kindness always does.\u201d<|Q|> Tom stopped short there, and stood a minute turning the letter about in his hand as if it contained a sweet which neutralized the bitter in that smaller note, and touched him very much. Then he drew up an arm-chair, and beckoning Polly to take it, said in a sober, steady tone, that surprised her greatly, \u201cWhenever I was in a quandary, I used to go and consult grandma, and she always had something sensible or comfortable to say to me. She's gone now, but somehow, Polly, you seem to take her place. Would you mind sitting in her chair, and letting me tell you two or three things, as Will does?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_14": "Wilson was a little startled by her tone, and he turned his head so quickly that his cuff-link caught the string of his nose-glasses and pulled them awry. \u201cWhy? Why, dear me, I don\u2019t know. She probably never thought of it.\u201d\n\nHilda bit her lip. <|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t know what made me say that. I didn\u2019t mean to interrupt. Go on please, and tell me how it was.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, it was like that. Almost as if he were there. In a way, he really is there. She never lets him go. It\u2019s the most beautiful and dignified sorrow I\u2019ve ever known. It\u2019s so beautiful that it has its compensations, I should think. Its very completeness is a compensation. It gives her a fixed star to steer by. She doesn\u2019t drift. We sat there evening after evening in the quiet of that magically haunted room, and watched the sunset burn on the river, and felt him. Felt him with a difference, of course.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_18": "Wilson\u2019s brow wrinkled. \u201cSomething like that, yes. Of course, as time goes on, to her he becomes more and more their simple personal relation.\u201d\n\nHilda studied the droop of the Professor\u2019s head intently. <|Q|>\u201cYou didn\u2019t altogether like that? You felt it wasn\u2019t wholly fair to him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWilson shook himself and readjusted his glasses. \u201cOh, fair enough. More than fair. Of course, I always felt that my image of him was just a little different from hers. No relation is so complete that it can hold absolutely all of a person. And I liked him just as he was; his deviations, too; the places where he didn\u2019t square.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_19": "Hilda studied the droop of the Professor\u2019s head intently. \u201cYou didn\u2019t altogether like that? You felt it wasn\u2019t wholly fair to him?\u201d\n\nWilson shook himself and readjusted his glasses. <|Q|>\u201cOh, fair enough. More than fair. Of course, I always felt that my image of him was just a little different from hers. No relation is so complete that it can hold absolutely all of a person. And I liked him just as he was; his deviations, too; the places where he didn\u2019t square.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda considered vaguely. \u201cHas she grown much older?\u201d she asked at last.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_18": "He then went on to describe what else was to follow -- the covering of the ship with leaves to make it blend with its surroundings. Camouflage was not a word the Captain, or anyone else of his time, yet understood.\n\n\"After we see -- whatever we are to see,\" Chris ended, <|Q|>\"I'll be absent for a while. What can be said during that time, sir?\"<|Q|> Chris thought to ask. Captain Blizzard pondered for some minutes, and Chris was grateful that he asked no questions. At last he answered.\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_14": "He paused, fingering his lower lip and looking sideways in a reflective fashion at Chris standing before him.\n\n<|Q|>\"He told me you would have information from him for me, from time to time. We shall say no more, but I trust you understand the responsibility you have? This ship, its cargo, and its men will be in your hands.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris felt cold for a moment, chilled as he had never been before, but he spoke up firmly. \"Yes sir. I think I can do it safely, or I should not try, sir.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_22": "\u201cYes, and no. In a tragic way she is even handsomer. But colder. Cold for everything but him. \u2018Forget thyself to marble\u2019; I kept thinking of that. Her happiness was a happiness \u00e0 deux, not apart from the world, but actually against it. And now her grief is like that. She saves herself for it and doesn\u2019t even go through the form of seeing people much. I\u2019m sorry. It would be better for her, and might be so good for them, if she could let other people in.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPerhaps she\u2019s afraid of letting him out a little, of sharing him with somebody.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWilson put down his cup and looked up with vague alarm. \u201cDear me, it takes a woman to think of that, now! I don\u2019t, you know, think we ought to be hard on her. More, even, than the rest of us she didn\u2019t choose her destiny. She underwent it. And it has left her chilled. As to her not wishing to take the world into her confidence \u2014 well, it is a pretty brutal and stupid world, after all, you know.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_20": "Wilson shook himself and readjusted his glasses. \u201cOh, fair enough. More than fair. Of course, I always felt that my image of him was just a little different from hers. No relation is so complete that it can hold absolutely all of a person. And I liked him just as he was; his deviations, too; the places where he didn\u2019t square.\u201d\n\nHilda considered vaguely. <|Q|>\u201cHas she grown much older?\u201d<|Q|> she asked at last.\n\n\u201cYes, and no. In a tragic way she is even handsomer. But colder. Cold for everything but him. \u2018Forget thyself to marble\u2019; I kept thinking of that. Her happiness was a happiness \u00e0 deux, not apart from the world, but actually against it. And now her grief is like that. She saves herself for it and doesn\u2019t even go through the form of seeing people much. I\u2019m sorry. It would be better for her, and might be so good for them, if she could let other people in.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_20": "[Illustration]\n\n\"I shall say you have a tropical fever, Christopher,\" he said. <|Q|>\"I am somewhat skilled in medicaments -- I have to be, as captain of a ship, and the crew know it. I shall say that you are in my own cabin so that I can care for you. I shall allow no one to enter it but myself. It will be a most contagious fever for a time,\"<|Q|> he added with his eyes twinkling. \"I shall bring you food with my own hands. Nothing much -- broth and gruel, and I daresay I can eat it myself if I cannot throw it out the porthole!\" He winked at Chris. \"Have no fear on that score, Christopher.\" He looked steadily at the boy in front of him. \"You have your part to carry out, I have mine.\"\n\nNot since he had left Mr. Wicker had Chris felt such confidence as he did in the words and actions of Captain Blizzard. He knew now that his absence, for as long as he had to be away, would be covered up and satisfactorily accounted for.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_0": "\u201cNo! Where?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIn that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here. When we was at dinner, didn\u2019t you see a nigger man go in there with some vittles?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_22": "\"I am somewhat skilled in medicaments -- I have to be, as captain of a ship, and the crew know it. I shall say that you are in my own cabin so that I can care for you. I shall allow no one to enter it but myself. It will be a most contagious fever for a time,\" he added with his eyes twinkling. \"I shall bring you food with my own hands. Nothing much -- broth and gruel, and I daresay I can eat it myself if I cannot throw it out the porthole!\" He winked at Chris. <|Q|>\"Have no fear on that score, Christopher.\"<|Q|> He looked steadily at the boy in front of him. \"You have your part to carry out, I have mine.\"\n\nNot since he had left Mr. Wicker had Chris felt such confidence as he did in the words and actions of Captain Blizzard. He knew now that his absence, for as long as he had to be away, would be covered up and satisfactorily accounted for.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_23": "\"I am somewhat skilled in medicaments -- I have to be, as captain of a ship, and the crew know it. I shall say that you are in my own cabin so that I can care for you. I shall allow no one to enter it but myself. It will be a most contagious fever for a time,\" he added with his eyes twinkling. \"I shall bring you food with my own hands. Nothing much -- broth and gruel, and I daresay I can eat it myself if I cannot throw it out the porthole!\" He winked at Chris. \"Have no fear on that score, Christopher.\" He looked steadily at the boy in front of him. <|Q|>\"You have your part to carry out, I have mine.\"<|Q|>\n\nNot since he had left Mr. Wicker had Chris felt such confidence as he did in the words and actions of Captain Blizzard. He knew now that his absence, for as long as he had to be away, would be covered up and satisfactorily accounted for.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_20": "\u201cI always do, if I can; there's nothing I like better than to shovel in sugar and spice, and make nice, plummy cake for people. It's one of the few things I have a gift for.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou've hit it this time, Polly; you certainly have a gift for putting a good deal of both articles into your own and other people's lives, which is lucky, as, we all have to eat that sort of cake, whether we like it or not,\u201d<|Q|> observed Tom, so soberly that Polly opened her eyes, and Maud exclaimed, \u201cI do believe he's preaching.\u201d\n\n\u201cFeel as if I could sometimes,\u201d continued Tom; then his eye fell upon the dimples in Polly's elbows, and he added, with a laugh, \u201cThat's more in your line, ma'am; can't you give us a sermon?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_1": "\u201cIn that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here. When we was at dinner, didn\u2019t you see a nigger man go in there with some vittles?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat did you think the vittles was for?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_2": "\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat did you think the vittles was for?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFor a dog.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_2": "He peered up at her from his low chair, balancing the tips of his long fingers together in a judicial manner which had grown on him with years.\n\nHilda laughed as she carefully poured his cream. <|Q|>\u201cThat means that I was looking very seedy at the end of the season, doesn\u2019t it? Well, we must show wear at last, you know.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWilson took the cup gratefully. \u201cAh, no need to remind a man of seventy, who has just been home to find that he has survived all his contemporaries. I was most gently treated \u2014 as a sort of precious relic. But, do you know, it made me feel awkward to be hanging about still.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_1": "\u201cHow good you were to come back before Christmas! I quite dreaded the Holidays without you. You\u2019ve helped me over a good many Christmases.\u201d She smiled at him gayly.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAs if you needed me for that! But, at any rate, I needed you. How well you are looking, my dear, and how rested.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe peered up at her from his low chair, balancing the tips of his long fingers together in a judicial manner which had grown on him with years.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_6": "\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBecause part of it was watermelon.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSo it was \u2014 I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I never thought about a dog not eating watermelon. It shows how a body can see and don\u2019t see at the same time.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_2": "Chris lost no time, as soon as he could do it without being noticed, in hurrying down to his cabin. Locking the door, he took the conch shell from his sea chest and held it to his ear. The voice of his friend -- so far distant now! -- came to his ear and Chris smiled with the pleasure this brief link with home gave him.\n\n<|Q|>\"Nearly to Tahiti, eh, my lad?\"<|Q|> came Mr. Wicker's voice. \"Then listen carefully. Ask for a private interview with the Captain, and when you are alone with him, tell him that these are my orders: He is to sail on past his usual anchorage, making all speed. You will know the reason for it at sundown today. Tell Captain Blizzard to go around the point -- he will know -- and continue for twelve leagues farther on. This must be done by night, for he must not slacken. Then he will see by moonlight a reef. The water is phosphorescent, and when it breaks over the reef it will shine in the night. Then must he heave to, and you will go over the side, and as a fish, find out the channel, for the coral is dangerous and the way into the cove almost impossible to find even by day.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_4": "Wilson took the cup gratefully. \u201cAh, no need to remind a man of seventy, who has just been home to find that he has survived all his contemporaries. I was most gently treated \u2014 as a sort of precious relic. But, do you know, it made me feel awkward to be hanging about still.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSeventy? Never mention it to me.\u201d<|Q|> Hilda looked appreciatively at the Professor\u2019s alert face, with so many kindly lines about the mouth and so many quizzical ones about the eyes. \u201cYou\u2019ve got to hang about for me, you know. I can\u2019t even let you go home again. You must stay put, now that I have you back. You\u2019re the realest thing I have.\u201d\n\nWilson chuckled. \u201cDear me, am I? Out of so many conquests and the spoils of conquered cities! You\u2019ve really missed me? Well, then, I shall hang. Even if you have at last to put ME in the mummy-room with the others. You\u2019ll visit me often, won\u2019t you?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_10": "\u201cAll right \u2014 bring it out.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy plan is this,\u201d<|Q|> I says. \u201cWe can easy find out if it\u2019s Jim in there. Then get up my canoe to-morrow night, and fetch my raft over from the island. Then the first dark night that comes steal the key out of the old man\u2019s britches after he goes to bed, and shove off down the river on the raft with Jim, hiding daytimes and running nights, the way me and Jim used to do before. Wouldn\u2019t that plan work?\u201d\n\n\u201cWork? Why, cert\u2019nly it would work, like rats a-fighting. But it\u2019s too blame\u2019 simple; there ain\u2019t nothing to it. What\u2019s the good of a plan that ain\u2019t no more trouble than that? It\u2019s as mild as goose-milk. Why, Huck, it wouldn\u2019t make no more talk than breaking into a soap factory.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_12": "\u201cMy plan is this,\u201d I says. \u201cWe can easy find out if it\u2019s Jim in there. Then get up my canoe to-morrow night, and fetch my raft over from the island. Then the first dark night that comes steal the key out of the old man\u2019s britches after he goes to bed, and shove off down the river on the raft with Jim, hiding daytimes and running nights, the way me and Jim used to do before. Wouldn\u2019t that plan work?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWork? Why, cert\u2019nly it would work, like rats a-fighting. But it\u2019s too blame\u2019 simple; there ain\u2019t nothing to it. What\u2019s the good of a plan that ain\u2019t no more trouble than that? It\u2019s as mild as goose-milk. Why, Huck, it wouldn\u2019t make no more talk than breaking into a soap factory.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_13": "Well, one thing was dead sure, and that was that Tom Sawyer was in earnest, and was actuly going to help steal that nigger out of slavery. That was the thing that was too many for me. Here was a boy that was respectable and well brung up; and had a character to lose; and folks at home that had characters; and he was bright and not leather-headed; and knowing and not ignorant; and not mean, but kind; and yet here he was, without any more pride, or rightness, or feeling, than to stoop to this business, and make himself a shame, and his family a shame, before everybody. I couldn\u2019t understand it no way at all. It was outrageous, and I knowed I ought to just up and tell him so; and so be his true friend, and let him quit the thing right where he was and save himself. And I did start to tell him; but he shut me up, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t you reckon I know what I\u2019m about? Don\u2019t I generly know what I\u2019m about?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_90": "\u201cThat will be wise. Do you think your father will like this plan?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPretty sure he will. Yesterday, when I told him I must go at something right off, he said, 'Anything honest, Tom, and don't forget that your father began the world as a shop-boy.' You knew that, did n't you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, he told me the story once, and I always liked to hear it, because it was pleasant to see how well he had succeeded.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_16": "When we got home the house was all dark and still; so we went on down to the hut by the ash-hopper for to examine it. We went through the yard so as to see what the hounds would do. They knowed us, and didn\u2019t make no more noise than country dogs is always doing when anything comes by in the night. When we got to the cabin we took a look at the front and the two sides; and on the side I warn\u2019t acquainted with \u2014 which was the north side \u2014 we found a square window-hole, up tolerable high, with just one stout board nailed across it. I says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHere\u2019s the ticket. This hole\u2019s big enough for Jim to get through if we wrench off the board.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nTom says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_17": "Tom says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s as simple as tit-tat-toe, three-in-a-row, and as easy as playing hooky. I should hope we can find a way that\u2019s a little more complicated than that, Huck Finn.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, then,\u201d I says, \u201chow\u2019ll it do to saw him out, the way I done before I was murdered that time?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_13": "\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\nWilson was a little startled by her tone, and he turned his head so quickly that his cuff-link caught the string of his nose-glasses and pulled them awry. <|Q|>\u201cWhy? Why, dear me, I don\u2019t know. She probably never thought of it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda bit her lip. \u201cI don\u2019t know what made me say that. I didn\u2019t mean to interrupt. Go on please, and tell me how it was.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_16": "\u201cWell, it was like that. Almost as if he were there. In a way, he really is there. She never lets him go. It\u2019s the most beautiful and dignified sorrow I\u2019ve ever known. It\u2019s so beautiful that it has its compensations, I should think. Its very completeness is a compensation. It gives her a fixed star to steer by. She doesn\u2019t drift. We sat there evening after evening in the quiet of that magically haunted room, and watched the sunset burn on the river, and felt him. Felt him with a difference, of course.\u201d\n\nHilda leaned forward, her elbow on her knee, her chin on her hand. <|Q|>\u201cWith a difference? Because of her, you mean?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWilson\u2019s brow wrinkled. \u201cSomething like that, yes. Of course, as time goes on, to her he becomes more and more their simple personal relation.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_22": "Betwixt the hut and the fence, on the back side, was a lean-to that joined the hut at the eaves, and was made out of plank. It was as long as the hut, but narrow \u2014 only about six foot wide. The door to it was at the south end, and was padlocked. Tom he went to the soap-kettle and searched around, and fetched back the iron thing they lift the lid with; so he took it and prized out one of the staples. The chain fell down, and we opened the door and went in, and shut it, and struck a match, and see the shed was only built against a cabin and hadn\u2019t no connection with it; and there warn\u2019t no floor to the shed, nor nothing in it but some old rusty played-out hoes and spades and picks and a crippled plow. The match went out, and so did we, and shoved in the staple again, and the door was locked as good as ever. Tom was joyful. He says;\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNow we\u2019re all right. We\u2019ll dig him out. It\u2019ll take about a week!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThen we started for the house, and I went in the back door \u2014 you only have to pull a buckskin latch-string, they don\u2019t fasten the doors \u2014 but that warn\u2019t romantical enough for Tom Sawyer; no way would do him but he must climb up the lightning-rod. But after he got up half way about three times, and missed fire and fell every time, and the last time most busted his brains out, he thought he\u2019d got to give it up; but after he was rested he allowed he would give her one more turn for luck, and this time he made the trip.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_21": "\u201cWell, then,\u201d I says, \u201chow\u2019ll it do to saw him out, the way I done before I was murdered that time?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s more like,\u201d he says. \u201cIt\u2019s real mysterious, and troublesome, and good,\u201d he says; <|Q|>\u201cbut I bet we can find a way that\u2019s twice as long. There ain\u2019t no hurry; le\u2019s keep on looking around.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBetwixt the hut and the fence, on the back side, was a lean-to that joined the hut at the eaves, and was made out of plank. It was as long as the hut, but narrow \u2014 only about six foot wide. The door to it was at the south end, and was padlocked. Tom he went to the soap-kettle and searched around, and fetched back the iron thing they lift the lid with; so he took it and prized out one of the staples. The chain fell down, and we opened the door and went in, and shut it, and struck a match, and see the shed was only built against a cabin and hadn\u2019t no connection with it; and there warn\u2019t no floor to the shed, nor nothing in it but some old rusty played-out hoes and spades and picks and a crippled plow. The match went out, and so did we, and shoved in the staple again, and the door was locked as good as ever. Tom was joyful. He says;", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_15": "\"He told me you would have information from him for me, from time to time. We shall say no more, but I trust you understand the responsibility you have? This ship, its cargo, and its men will be in your hands.\"\n\nChris felt cold for a moment, chilled as he had never been before, but he spoke up firmly. <|Q|>\"Yes sir. I think I can do it safely, or I should not try, sir.\"<|Q|>\n\nCaptain Blizzard's round pink face creased in his winning smile. \"Aye, aye. No doubt. Just bear it in mind at the time, eh lad?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_17": "He then went on to describe what else was to follow -- the covering of the ship with leaves to make it blend with its surroundings. Camouflage was not a word the Captain, or anyone else of his time, yet understood.\n\n<|Q|>\"After we see -- whatever we are to see,\"<|Q|> Chris ended, \"I'll be absent for a while. What can be said during that time, sir?\" Chris thought to ask. Captain Blizzard pondered for some minutes, and Chris was grateful that he asked no questions. At last he answered.\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_24": "Wilson put down his cup and looked up with vague alarm. \u201cDear me, it takes a woman to think of that, now! I don\u2019t, you know, think we ought to be hard on her. More, even, than the rest of us she didn\u2019t choose her destiny. She underwent it. And it has left her chilled. As to her not wishing to take the world into her confidence \u2014 well, it is a pretty brutal and stupid world, after all, you know.\u201d\n\nHilda leaned forward. <|Q|>\u201cYes, I know, I know. Only I can\u2019t help being glad that there was something for him even in stupid and vulgar people. My little Marie worshiped him. When she is dusting I always know when she has come to his picture.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWilson nodded. \u201cOh, yes! He left an echo. The ripples go on in all of us. He belonged to the people who make the play, and most of us are only onlookers at the best. We shouldn\u2019t wonder too much at Mrs. Alexander. She must feel how useless it would be to stir about, that she may as well sit still; that nothing can happen to her after Bartley.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_26": "\u201cYou going, right here in the daybreak? That warn\u2019t the plan.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, it warn\u2019t; but it\u2019s the plan now.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSo, drat him, we went along, but I didn\u2019t like it much. When we got in we couldn\u2019t hardly see anything, it was so dark; but Jim was there, sure enough, and could see us; and he sings out:", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_21": "[Illustration]\n\n\"I shall say you have a tropical fever, Christopher,\" he said. \"I am somewhat skilled in medicaments -- I have to be, as captain of a ship, and the crew know it. I shall say that you are in my own cabin so that I can care for you. I shall allow no one to enter it but myself. It will be a most contagious fever for a time,\" he added with his eyes twinkling. <|Q|>\"I shall bring you food with my own hands. Nothing much -- broth and gruel, and I daresay I can eat it myself if I cannot throw it out the porthole!\"<|Q|> He winked at Chris. \"Have no fear on that score, Christopher.\" He looked steadily at the boy in front of him. \"You have your part to carry out, I have mine.\"\n\nNot since he had left Mr. Wicker had Chris felt such confidence as he did in the words and actions of Captain Blizzard. He knew now that his absence, for as long as he had to be away, would be covered up and satisfactorily accounted for.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_27": "So, drat him, we went along, but I didn\u2019t like it much. When we got in we couldn\u2019t hardly see anything, it was so dark; but Jim was there, sure enough, and could see us; and he sings out:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, Huck! En good lan\u2019! ain\u2019 dat Misto Tom?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI just knowed how it would be; I just expected it. I didn\u2019t know nothing to do; and if I had I couldn\u2019t a done it, because that nigger busted in and says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_30": "\u201cDoes who know us?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, dis-yer runaway nigger.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t reckon he does; but what put that into your head?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_3": "\u201cWhat did you think the vittles was for?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFor a dog.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSo\u2019d I. Well, it wasn\u2019t for a dog.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_26": "\"Oh sir!\" he cried, \"Mr. Wicker said we'd know the reason why we must take shelter tomorrow at sundown today. And now it is sundown!\"\n\nWith quite surprising silence and agility for so large a man, Captain Blizzard was out of his chair and half-way to the door of his cabin before Chris had much more than finished speaking. Over his shoulder, continuing with rapid quiet steps to the bridge of the Mirabelle, he said: <|Q|>\"Run down to your cabin and fetch up that good spyglass of yours, my boy. We shall have a good look, for as you know, night falls in a few moments after sundown in these waters.\"<|Q|>\n\nRacing to his cabin and back, even in those few seconds Chris could see a change in the sky. The brilliance of the colors, their extravagant and awe-inspiring cloud effects, had taken on an intensity of light which meant they were at their peak.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_1": "The Mirabelle was nearing Tahiti. The air was balmy, and already a different fragrance pervaded it, together with a softer quality which Chris now knew meant land.\n\nAt noon one day Captain Blizzard announced to Chris and Amos: \"Should the wind keep up as it is now, by nightfall or by dawn at the latest, we should sight Tahiti. We've water and fresh stores to take on there.\" He beamed over his many chins at the two boys. <|Q|>\"'Tis a fair place, is Tahiti, and one you lads will have an interest and a pleasure in seeing.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris lost no time, as soon as he could do it without being noticed, in hurrying down to his cabin. Locking the door, he took the conch shell from his sea chest and held it to his ear. The voice of his friend -- so far distant now! -- came to his ear and Chris smiled with the pleasure this brief link with home gave him.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_4": "\u201cFor a dog.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo\u2019d I. Well, it wasn\u2019t for a dog.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_5": "\u201cSo\u2019d I. Well, it wasn\u2019t for a dog.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBecause part of it was watermelon.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_3": "Hilda laughed as she carefully poured his cream. \u201cThat means that I was looking very seedy at the end of the season, doesn\u2019t it? Well, we must show wear at last, you know.\u201d\n\nWilson took the cup gratefully. <|Q|>\u201cAh, no need to remind a man of seventy, who has just been home to find that he has survived all his contemporaries. I was most gently treated \u2014 as a sort of precious relic. But, do you know, it made me feel awkward to be hanging about still.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSeventy? Never mention it to me.\u201d Hilda looked appreciatively at the Professor\u2019s alert face, with so many kindly lines about the mouth and so many quizzical ones about the eyes. \u201cYou\u2019ve got to hang about for me, you know. I can\u2019t even let you go home again. You must stay put, now that I have you back. You\u2019re the realest thing I have.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_9": "\u201cYes,\u201d I says.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAll right \u2014 bring it out.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMy plan is this,\u201d I says. \u201cWe can easy find out if it\u2019s Jim in there. Then get up my canoe to-morrow night, and fetch my raft over from the island. Then the first dark night that comes steal the key out of the old man\u2019s britches after he goes to bed, and shove off down the river on the raft with Jim, hiding daytimes and running nights, the way me and Jim used to do before. Wouldn\u2019t that plan work?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_38": "\u201cNot a word?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, sah, I hain\u2019t said a word.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDid you ever see us before?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_37": "\u201cDid you sing out?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sah,\u201d says Jim; <|Q|>\u201cI hain\u2019t said nothing, sah.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNot a word?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_39": "\u201cNo, sah, I hain\u2019t said a word.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDid you ever see us before?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, sah; not as I knows on.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_7": "Wilson chuckled. \u201cDear me, am I? Out of so many conquests and the spoils of conquered cities! You\u2019ve really missed me? Well, then, I shall hang. Even if you have at last to put ME in the mummy-room with the others. You\u2019ll visit me often, won\u2019t you?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cEvery day in the calendar. Here, your cigarettes are in this drawer, where you left them.\u201d<|Q|> She struck a match and lit one for him. \u201cBut you did, after all, enjoy being at home again?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, yes. I found the long railway journeys trying. People live a thousand miles apart. But I did it thoroughly; I was all over the place. It was in Boston I lingered longest.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_10": "\u201cOh, yes. I found the long railway journeys trying. People live a thousand miles apart. But I did it thoroughly; I was all over the place. It was in Boston I lingered longest.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh, you saw Mrs. Alexander?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOften. I dined with her, and had tea there a dozen different times, I should think. Indeed, it was to see her that I lingered on and on. I found that I still loved to go to the house. It always seemed as if Bartley were there, somehow, and that at any moment one might hear his heavy tramp on the stairs. Do you know, I kept feeling that he must be up in his study.\u201d The Professor looked reflectively into the grate.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_15": "\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDidn\u2019t I say I was going to help steal the nigger?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_9": "\u201cEvery day in the calendar. Here, your cigarettes are in this drawer, where you left them.\u201d She struck a match and lit one for him. \u201cBut you did, after all, enjoy being at home again?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, yes. I found the long railway journeys trying. People live a thousand miles apart. But I did it thoroughly; I was all over the place. It was in Boston I lingered longest.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh, you saw Mrs. Alexander?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_12": "\u201cOften. I dined with her, and had tea there a dozen different times, I should think. Indeed, it was to see her that I lingered on and on. I found that I still loved to go to the house. It always seemed as if Bartley were there, somehow, and that at any moment one might hear his heavy tramp on the stairs. Do you know, I kept feeling that he must be up in his study.\u201d The Professor looked reflectively into the grate. <|Q|>\u201cI should really have liked to go up there. That was where I had my last long talk with him. But Mrs. Alexander never suggested it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_19": "\u201cWell, then,\u201d I says, \u201chow\u2019ll it do to saw him out, the way I done before I was murdered that time?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat\u2019s more like,\u201d<|Q|> he says. \u201cIt\u2019s real mysterious, and troublesome, and good,\u201d he says; \u201cbut I bet we can find a way that\u2019s twice as long. There ain\u2019t no hurry; le\u2019s keep on looking around.\u201d\n\nBetwixt the hut and the fence, on the back side, was a lean-to that joined the hut at the eaves, and was made out of plank. It was as long as the hut, but narrow \u2014 only about six foot wide. The door to it was at the south end, and was padlocked. Tom he went to the soap-kettle and searched around, and fetched back the iron thing they lift the lid with; so he took it and prized out one of the staples. The chain fell down, and we opened the door and went in, and shut it, and struck a match, and see the shed was only built against a cabin and hadn\u2019t no connection with it; and there warn\u2019t no floor to the shed, nor nothing in it but some old rusty played-out hoes and spades and picks and a crippled plow. The match went out, and so did we, and shoved in the staple again, and the door was locked as good as ever. Tom was joyful. He says;", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_18": "\u201cIt\u2019s as simple as tit-tat-toe, three-in-a-row, and as easy as playing hooky. I should hope we can find a way that\u2019s a little more complicated than that, Huck Finn.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, then,\u201d I says, <|Q|>\u201chow\u2019ll it do to saw him out, the way I done before I was murdered that time?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s more like,\u201d he says. \u201cIt\u2019s real mysterious, and troublesome, and good,\u201d he says; \u201cbut I bet we can find a way that\u2019s twice as long. There ain\u2019t no hurry; le\u2019s keep on looking around.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_8": "As I look back upon it now, it seems simply extraordinary that I should have been so easily satisfied, have taken so little pains to find out the exact position in which I was placing myself; but, with the ingenuous confidence of youth, I fell an easy victim, as I was to realise later with terrible enlightenment.\n\n'Say nothing of this to Chlorine,' said Sir Paul, as I handed him the document signed, <|Q|>'until the final arrangements are made; it will only distress her unnecessarily.'<|Q|>\n\nI wondered why at the time, but I promised to obey, supposing that he knew best, and for some days after that I made no mention to Chlorine of the approaching day which was to witness our union.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_20": "\u201cWell, then,\u201d I says, \u201chow\u2019ll it do to saw him out, the way I done before I was murdered that time?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s more like,\u201d he says. <|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s real mysterious, and troublesome, and good,\u201d<|Q|> he says; \u201cbut I bet we can find a way that\u2019s twice as long. There ain\u2019t no hurry; le\u2019s keep on looking around.\u201d\n\nBetwixt the hut and the fence, on the back side, was a lean-to that joined the hut at the eaves, and was made out of plank. It was as long as the hut, but narrow \u2014 only about six foot wide. The door to it was at the south end, and was padlocked. Tom he went to the soap-kettle and searched around, and fetched back the iron thing they lift the lid with; so he took it and prized out one of the staples. The chain fell down, and we opened the door and went in, and shut it, and struck a match, and see the shed was only built against a cabin and hadn\u2019t no connection with it; and there warn\u2019t no floor to the shed, nor nothing in it but some old rusty played-out hoes and spades and picks and a crippled plow. The match went out, and so did we, and shoved in the staple again, and the door was locked as good as ever. Tom was joyful. He says;", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_9": "As we were continually together, I began to regard her with an esteem which I had not thought possible at first. Her looks improved considerably under the influence of happiness, and I found she could converse intelligently enough upon several topics, and did not bore me nearly as much as I was fully prepared for.\n\nAnd so the time passed less heavily, until one afternoon the baronet took me aside mysteriously. <|Q|>'Prepare yourself, Augustus'<|Q|> (they had all learned to call me Augustus), he said; 'all is arranged. The event upon which our dearest hopes depend is fixed for to-morrow -- in the Grey Chamber of course, and at midnight.'\n\nI thought this a curious time and place for the ceremony, but I had divined his eccentric passion for privacy and retirement, and only imagined that he had procured some very special form of licence.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_16": "Chris felt cold for a moment, chilled as he had never been before, but he spoke up firmly. \"Yes sir. I think I can do it safely, or I should not try, sir.\"\n\nCaptain Blizzard's round pink face creased in his winning smile. <|Q|>\"Aye, aye. No doubt. Just bear it in mind at the time, eh lad?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I shall sir,\" Chris replied.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_17": "Hilda leaned forward, her elbow on her knee, her chin on her hand. \u201cWith a difference? Because of her, you mean?\u201d\n\nWilson\u2019s brow wrinkled. <|Q|>\u201cSomething like that, yes. Of course, as time goes on, to her he becomes more and more their simple personal relation.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda studied the droop of the Professor\u2019s head intently. \u201cYou didn\u2019t altogether like that? You felt it wasn\u2019t wholly fair to him?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_12": "I thought this a curious time and place for the ceremony, but I had divined his eccentric passion for privacy and retirement, and only imagined that he had procured some very special form of licence.\n\n'But you do not know the Grey Chamber,' he added. <|Q|>'Come with me, and I will show you where it is.'<|Q|> And he led me up the broad staircase, and, stopping at the end of a passage before an immense door covered with black baize and studded with brass nails, which gave it a hideous resemblance to a gigantic coffin lid, he pressed a spring, and it fell slowly back.\n\nI saw a long dim gallery, whose very existence nothing in the external appearance of the mansion had led me to suspect; it led to a heavy oaken door with cumbrous plates and fastenings of metal.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_19": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"I shall say you have a tropical fever, Christopher,\"<|Q|> he said. \"I am somewhat skilled in medicaments -- I have to be, as captain of a ship, and the crew know it. I shall say that you are in my own cabin so that I can care for you. I shall allow no one to enter it but myself. It will be a most contagious fever for a time,\" he added with his eyes twinkling. \"I shall bring you food with my own hands. Nothing much -- broth and gruel, and I daresay I can eat it myself if I cannot throw it out the porthole", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_26": "Wilson nodded. \u201cOh, yes! He left an echo. The ripples go on in all of us. He belonged to the people who make the play, and most of us are only onlookers at the best. We shouldn\u2019t wonder too much at Mrs. Alexander. She must feel how useless it would be to stir about, that she may as well sit still; that nothing can happen to her after Bartley.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said Hilda softly, <|Q|>\u201cnothing can happen to one after Bartley.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThey both sat looking into the fire.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_24": "The nigger kind of smiled around gradually over his face, like when you heave a brickbat in a mud-puddle, and he says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, Mars Sid, a dog. Cur\u2019us dog, too. Does you want to go en look at \u2019im?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_29": "We could see pretty well now. Tom he looked at the nigger, steady and kind of wondering, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDoes who know us?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, dis-yer runaway nigger.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_24": "Their conversation had taken some little while. As they went over for the last time all the details of what lay ahead of them in the next few hours, Chris, glancing out the windows of the Captain's cabin, saw the splendors of a tropical sunset streaking the sky.\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh sir!\"<|Q|> he cried, \"Mr. Wicker said we'd know the reason why we must take shelter tomorrow at sundown today. And now it is sundown!\"\n\nWith quite surprising silence and agility for so large a man, Captain Blizzard was out of his chair and half-way to the door of his cabin before Chris had much more than finished speaking. Over his shoulder, continuing with rapid quiet steps to the bridge of the Mirabelle, he said: \"Run down to your cabin and fetch up that good spyglass of yours, my boy. We shall have a good look, for as you know, night falls in a few moments after sundown in these waters.\"", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_31": "\u201cWhy, dis-yer runaway nigger.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t reckon he does; but what put that into your head?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat put it dar? Didn\u2019 he jis\u2019 dis minute sing out like he knowed you?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_33": "Tom says, in a puzzled-up kind of way:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, that\u2019s mighty curious. Who sung out? When did he sing out? what did he sing out?\u201d<|Q|> And turns to me, perfectly ca\u2019m, and says, \u201cDid you hear anybody sing out?\u201d\n\nOf course there warn\u2019t nothing to be said but the one thing; so I says:", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_18": "'Augustus,' she said, 'you must not think I doubt you; and yet -- and yet -- the ordeal will be a severe one for you.'\n\n<|Q|>'I will steel my nerves,'<|Q|> I said grimly (for I was annoyed with her); 'and, after all, Chlorine, the ceremony is not invariably fatal; I have heard of the victim surviving it -- occasionally.'\n\n'How brave you are!' she said earnestly. 'I will imitate you, Augustus; I too will hope.'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_32": "\u201cI don\u2019t reckon he does; but what put that into your head?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat put it dar? Didn\u2019 he jis\u2019 dis minute sing out like he knowed you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nTom says, in a puzzled-up kind of way:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_35": "Of course there warn\u2019t nothing to be said but the one thing; so I says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo; I ain\u2019t heard nobody say nothing.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThen he turns to Jim, and looks him over like he never see him before, and says:", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_15": "I was surprised at his choosing such a place for the ceremony; it would have been more cheerful in the long drawing room; but it was evidently a whim of his, and I was too happy to think of opposing it. I hastened at once to Chlorine, with her father's sanction, and told her that the crowning moment of both our lives was fixed at last.\n\nThe effect of my announcement was astonishing: she fainted, for which I remonstrated with her as soon as she came to herself. <|Q|>'Such extreme sensitiveness, my love,'<|Q|> I could not help saying, 'may be highly creditable to your sense of maidenly propriety, but allow me to say that I can scarcely regard it as a compliment.'\n\n'Augustus,' she said, 'you must not think I doubt you; and yet -- and yet -- the ordeal will be a severe one for you.'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_34": "Tom says, in a puzzled-up kind of way:\n\n\u201cWell, that\u2019s mighty curious. Who sung out? When did he sing out? what did he sing out?\u201d And turns to me, perfectly ca\u2019m, and says, <|Q|>\u201cDid you hear anybody sing out?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nOf course there warn\u2019t nothing to be said but the one thing; so I says:", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_17_alcott_64kb_58": "\u201cYou'd better go,\u201d began Polly, wishing to obey, yet feeling a little shy.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe don't want me; besides, I could n't say a word for myself if that letter was from Sydney,\u201d<|Q|> cried Fanny, hustling her friend towards the door, in a great flutter.\n\nPolly went without another word, but she wore a curiously anxious look, and stopped on the threshold of the den, as if a little afraid of its occupant. Tom was sitting in his favorite attitude, astride of a chair, with his arms folded and his chin on the top rail; not an elegant posture, but the only one in which, he said, he could think well.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_14": "\u201cDon\u2019t you reckon I know what I\u2019m about? Don\u2019t I generly know what I\u2019m about?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDidn\u2019t I say I was going to help steal the nigger?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_41": "So Tom turns to the nigger, which was looking wild and distressed, and says, kind of severe:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat do you reckon\u2019s the matter with you, anyway? What made you think somebody sung out?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, it\u2019s de dad-blame\u2019 witches, sah, en I wisht I was dead, I do. Dey\u2019s awluz at it, sah, en dey do mos\u2019 kill me, dey sk\u2019yers me so. Please to don\u2019t tell nobody \u2019bout it sah, er ole Mars Silas he\u2019ll scole me; \u2019kase he say dey ain\u2019t no witches. I jis\u2019 wish to goodness he was heah now \u2014 den what would he say! I jis\u2019 bet he couldn\u2019 fine no way to git aroun\u2019 it dis time. But it\u2019s awluz jis\u2019 so; people dat\u2019s sot, stays sot; dey won\u2019t look into noth\u2019n\u2019en fine it out f\u2019r deyselves, en when you fine it out en tell um \u2019bout it, dey doan\u2019 b\u2019lieve you.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_43": "Tom give him a dime, and said we wouldn\u2019t tell nobody; and told him to buy some more thread to tie up his wool with; and then looks at Jim, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI wonder if Uncle Silas is going to hang this nigger. If I was to catch a nigger that was ungrateful enough to run away, I wouldn\u2019t give him up, I\u2019d hang him.\u201d<|Q|> And whilst the nigger stepped to the door to look at the dime and bite it to see if it was good, he whispers to Jim and says:\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t ever let on to know us. And if you hear any digging going on nights, it\u2019s us; we\u2019re going to set you free.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_27": "'You will not think us unfeeling,' she replied, 'but dear papa considered that such anxiety as ours would be scarcely endurable did we not seek some distraction from it; and so, as a special favour, he has procured evening orders for Sir John Soane's Museum in Lincoln's Inn Fields, where we shall drive immediately after dinner.'\n\nI knew that the proper way to treat the insane was by reasoning with them gently, so as to place their own absurdity clearly before them. <|Q|>'If you are forgetting your anxiety in Sir John Soane's Museum, while I cool my heels in the Grey Chamber,'<|Q|> I said, 'is it probable that any clergyman will be induced to perform the marriage ceremony? Did you really think two people can be united separately?'\n\nShe was astonished this time. 'You are joking!' she cried; 'you cannot really believe that we are to be married in -- in the Grey Chamber?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_26": "This confirmed my worst fears. No wonder her parents felt grateful to me for relieving them of such a responsibility! 'May I ask where you intend to be at the time?' I inquired very quietly.\n\n'You will not think us unfeeling,' she replied, <|Q|>'but dear papa considered that such anxiety as ours would be scarcely endurable did we not seek some distraction from it; and so, as a special favour, he has procured evening orders for Sir John Soane's Museum in Lincoln's Inn Fields, where we shall drive immediately after dinner.'<|Q|>\n\nI knew that the proper way to treat the insane was by reasoning with them gently, so as to place their own absurdity clearly before them. 'If you are forgetting your anxiety in Sir John Soane's Museum, while I cool my heels in the Grey Chamber,' I said, 'is it probable that any clergyman will be induced to perform the marriage ceremony? Did you really think two people can be united separately?'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_40": "\u201cDid you ever see us before?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, sah; not as I knows on.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSo Tom turns to the nigger, which was looking wild and distressed, and says, kind of severe:", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_2": "But it cost her a great effort, and I believe she even swooned immediately afterwards; but this is only conjecture, as I lost no time in seeking Sir Paul and clenching the matter before Chlorine had time to retract.\n\nHe heard what I had to tell him with a strange light of triumph and relief in his weary eyes. <|Q|>'You have made an old man very happy and hopeful,'<|Q|> he said. 'I ought, even now to deter you, but I am too selfish for that. And you are young and brave and ardent; why need we despair? I suppose,' he added, looking keenly at me, 'you would prefer as little delay as possible?'\n\n'I should indeed,' I replied. I was pleased, for I had not expected to find him so sensible as that.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_4": "But it cost her a great effort, and I believe she even swooned immediately afterwards; but this is only conjecture, as I lost no time in seeking Sir Paul and clenching the matter before Chlorine had time to retract.\n\nHe heard what I had to tell him with a strange light of triumph and relief in his weary eyes. 'You have made an old man very happy and hopeful,' he said. 'I ought, even now to deter you, but I am too selfish for that. And you are young and brave and ardent; why need we despair? I suppose,' he added, looking keenly at me, <|Q|>'you would prefer as little delay as possible?'<|Q|>\n\n'I should indeed,' I replied. I was pleased, for I had not expected to find him so sensible as that.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_3": "But it cost her a great effort, and I believe she even swooned immediately afterwards; but this is only conjecture, as I lost no time in seeking Sir Paul and clenching the matter before Chlorine had time to retract.\n\nHe heard what I had to tell him with a strange light of triumph and relief in his weary eyes. 'You have made an old man very happy and hopeful,' he said. <|Q|>'I ought, even now to deter you, but I am too selfish for that. And you are young and brave and ardent; why need we despair? I suppose,'<|Q|> he added, looking keenly at me, 'you would prefer as little delay as possible?'\n\n'I should indeed,' I replied. I was pleased, for I had not expected to find him so sensible as that.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_5": "He heard what I had to tell him with a strange light of triumph and relief in his weary eyes. 'You have made an old man very happy and hopeful,' he said. 'I ought, even now to deter you, but I am too selfish for that. And you are young and brave and ardent; why need we despair? I suppose,' he added, looking keenly at me, 'you would prefer as little delay as possible?'\n\n<|Q|>'I should indeed,'<|Q|> I replied. I was pleased, for I had not expected to find him so sensible as that.\n\n'Then leave all preliminaries to me; when the day and time have been settled, I will let you know. As you are aware, it will be necessary to have your signature to this document; and here, my boy, I must in conscience warn you solemnly that by signing you make your decision irrevocable -- irrevocable, you understand?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_1": "A tall and meagre old man, with a long white beard, and haggard, sunken black eyes, was seated at one side of the high chimney-piece, while opposite him sat a little limp old lady with a nervous expression, and dressed in trailing black robes relieved by a little yellow lace about the head and throat. As I saw them, I recognised at once that I was in the presence of Sir Paul Catafalque and his wife.\n\nThey both rose slowly, and advanced arm-in-arm in their old-fashioned way, and met me with a stately solemnity. 'You are indeed welcome,' they said in faint hollow voices. <|Q|>'We thank you for this proof of your chivalry and devotion. It cannot be but that such courage and such self-sacrifice will meet with their reward!'<|Q|>\n\nAnd although I did not quite understand how they could have discerned, as yet, that I was chivalrous and devoted, I was too glad to have made a good impression to do anything but beg them not to mention it.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_34": "Now, owing to McFadden's want of consideration, this was my one weak point -- I had not read it, and thus I felt myself upon delicate ground. The message evidently related to business of importance which was to be transacted in this Grey Chamber, and as the genuine McFadden clearly knew all about it, it would have been simply suicidal to confess my own ignorance.\n\n<|Q|>'Why of course, darling, of course,'<|Q|> I said hastily. 'You must think no more of my silly joke; there is something I have to arrange in the Grey Chamber before I can call you mine. But, tell me, why does it make you so uneasy?' I added, thinking it might be prudent to find out beforehand what formality was expected from me.\n\n'I cannot help it -- no, I cannot!' she cried, 'the test is so searching -- are you sure that you are prepared at all points? I overheard my father say that no precaution could safely be neglected. I have such a terrible foreboding that, after all, this may come between us.'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_23": "This nigger had a good-natured, chuckle-headed face, and his wool was all tied up in little bunches with thread. That was to keep witches off. He said the witches was pestering him awful these nights, and making him see all kinds of strange things, and hear all kinds of strange words and noises, and he didn\u2019t believe he was ever witched so long before in his life. He got so worked up, and got to running on so about his troubles, he forgot all about what he\u2019d been a-going to do. So Tom says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat\u2019s the vittles for? Going to feed the dogs?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe nigger kind of smiled around gradually over his face, like when you heave a brickbat in a mud-puddle, and he says:", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_11": "I thought this a curious time and place for the ceremony, but I had divined his eccentric passion for privacy and retirement, and only imagined that he had procured some very special form of licence.\n\n<|Q|>'But you do not know the Grey Chamber,'<|Q|> he added. 'Come with me, and I will show you where it is.' And he led me up the broad staircase, and, stopping at the end of a passage before an immense door covered with black baize and studded with brass nails, which gave it a hideous resemblance to a gigantic coffin lid, he pressed a spring, and it fell slowly back.\n\nI saw a long dim gallery, whose very existence nothing in the external appearance of the mansion had led me to suspect; it led to a heavy oaken door with cumbrous plates and fastenings of metal.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_39": "That he should seek to make this examination more impressive by appointing this ridiculous midnight interview for it, was only what might have been expected from an old man of his confirmed eccentricity.\n\nBut I knew I could easily contrive to satisfy the baronet, and with the idea of consoling Chlorine, I said as much. 'Why will you persist in treating me like a child, Augustus?' she broke out almost petulantly. <|Q|>'They have tried to hide it all from me, but do you suppose I do not know that in the Grey Chamber you will have to encounter one far more formidable, far more difficult to satisfy, than poor dear papa?'<|Q|>\n\n'I see you know more than I -- more than I thought you did,' I said. 'Let us understand one another, Chlorine -- tell me exactly how much you know.'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_28": "I just knowed how it would be; I just expected it. I didn\u2019t know nothing to do; and if I had I couldn\u2019t a done it, because that nigger busted in and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, de gracious sakes! do he know you genlmen?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWe could see pretty well now. Tom he looked at the nigger, steady and kind of wondering, and says:", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_25": "I hunched Tom, and whispers:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou going, right here in the daybreak? That warn\u2019t the plan.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, it warn\u2019t; but it\u2019s the plan now.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_42": "'I see you know more than I -- more than I thought you did,' I said. 'Let us understand one another, Chlorine -- tell me exactly how much you know.'\n\n<|Q|>'I have told you all I know,'<|Q|> she said; 'it is your turn to confide in me.'\n\n'Not even for your sweet sake, my dearest,' I was obliged to say, 'can I break the seal that is set upon my tongue. You must not press me. Come, let us talk of other things.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_13": "I saw a long dim gallery, whose very existence nothing in the external appearance of the mansion had led me to suspect; it led to a heavy oaken door with cumbrous plates and fastenings of metal.\n\n<|Q|>'To-morrow night is Christmas Eve, as you are doubtless aware,'<|Q|> he said in a hushed voice. 'At twelve, then, you will present yourself at yonder door -- the door of the Grey Chamber -- where you must fulfil the engagement you have made.'\n\nI was surprised at his choosing such a place for the ceremony; it would have been more cheerful in the long drawing room; but it was evidently a whim of his, and I was too happy to think of opposing it. I hastened at once to Chlorine, with her father's sanction, and told her that the crowning moment of both our lives was fixed at last.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_16": "I was surprised at his choosing such a place for the ceremony; it would have been more cheerful in the long drawing room; but it was evidently a whim of his, and I was too happy to think of opposing it. I hastened at once to Chlorine, with her father's sanction, and told her that the crowning moment of both our lives was fixed at last.\n\nThe effect of my announcement was astonishing: she fainted, for which I remonstrated with her as soon as she came to herself. 'Such extreme sensitiveness, my love,' I could not help saying, <|Q|>'may be highly creditable to your sense of maidenly propriety, but allow me to say that I can scarcely regard it as a compliment.'<|Q|>\n\n'Augustus,' she said, 'you must not think I doubt you; and yet -- and yet -- the ordeal will be a severe one for you.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_45": "'I have told you all I know,' she said; 'it is your turn to confide in me.'\n\n'Not even for your sweet sake, my dearest,' I was obliged to say, <|Q|>'can I break the seal that is set upon my tongue. You must not press me. Come, let us talk of other things.'<|Q|>\n\nBut I now saw that matters were worse than I had thought; instead of the feeble old baronet I should have to deal with a stranger, some exacting and officious friend or relation perhaps, or, more probably, a keen family solicitor who would put questions I should not care about answering, and even be capable of insisting upon strict settlements.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_19": "'Augustus,' she said, 'you must not think I doubt you; and yet -- and yet -- the ordeal will be a severe one for you.'\n\n'I will steel my nerves,' I said grimly (for I was annoyed with her); <|Q|>'and, after all, Chlorine, the ceremony is not invariably fatal; I have heard of the victim surviving it -- occasionally.'<|Q|>\n\n'How brave you are!' she said earnestly. 'I will imitate you, Augustus; I too will hope.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_20": "'I will steel my nerves,' I said grimly (for I was annoyed with her); 'and, after all, Chlorine, the ceremony is not invariably fatal; I have heard of the victim surviving it -- occasionally.'\n\n<|Q|>'How brave you are!'<|Q|> she said earnestly. 'I will imitate you, Augustus; I too will hope.'\n\nI really thought her insane, which alarmed me for the validity of the marriage. 'Yes, I am weak, foolish, I know,' she continued; 'but oh, I shudder so when I think of you, away in that gloomy Grey Chamber, going through it all alone!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_47": "It was that, of course; they would try to tie my hands by a strict settlement, with a brace of cautious trustees; unless I was very careful, all I should get by my marriage would be a paltry life-interest, contingent upon my surviving my wife.\n\nThis revolted me; it seems to me that when law comes in with its offensively suspicious restraints upon the husband and its indelicately premature provisions for the offspring, all the poetry of love is gone at once. By allowing the wife to receive the income 'for her separate use and free from the control of her husband,' as the phrase runs, you infallibly brush the bloom from the peach, and implant the <|Q|>'little speck within the fruit'<|Q|> which, as Tennyson beautifully says, will widen by-and-by and make the music mute.\n\nThis may be overstrained on my part, but it represents my honest conviction; I was determined to have nothing to do with law. If it was necessary, I felt quite sure enough of Chlorine to defy Sir Paul. I would refuse to meet a family solicitor anywhere, and I intended to say so plainly at the first convenient opportunity.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_21": "'I will steel my nerves,' I said grimly (for I was annoyed with her); 'and, after all, Chlorine, the ceremony is not invariably fatal; I have heard of the victim surviving it -- occasionally.'\n\n'How brave you are!' she said earnestly. <|Q|>'I will imitate you, Augustus; I too will hope.'<|Q|>\n\nI really thought her insane, which alarmed me for the validity of the marriage. 'Yes, I am weak, foolish, I know,' she continued; 'but oh, I shudder so when I think of you, away in that gloomy Grey Chamber, going through it all alone!'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_7": "\u201cBecause part of it was watermelon.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo it was \u2014 I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I never thought about a dog not eating watermelon. It shows how a body can see and don\u2019t see at the same time.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, the nigger unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he locked it again when he came out. He fetched uncle a key about the time we got up from table \u2014 same key, I bet. Watermelon shows man, lock shows prisoner; and it ain\u2019t likely there\u2019s two prisoners on such a little plantation, and where the people\u2019s all so kind and good. Jim\u2019s the prisoner. All right \u2014 I\u2019m glad we found it out detective fashion; I wouldn\u2019t give shucks for any other way. Now you work your mind, and study out a plan to steal Jim, and I will study out one, too; and we\u2019ll take the one we like the best.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_3": "Alexander leaned forward and warmed his hands before the blaze. Hilda watched him with perplexity.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere\u2019s something troubling you, Bartley. What is it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBartley bent lower over the fire. \u201cIt\u2019s the whole thing that troubles me, Hilda. You and I.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_23": "'How brave you are!' she said earnestly. 'I will imitate you, Augustus; I too will hope.'\n\nI really thought her insane, which alarmed me for the validity of the marriage. 'Yes, I am weak, foolish, I know,' she continued; <|Q|>'but oh, I shudder so when I think of you, away in that gloomy Grey Chamber, going through it all alone!'<|Q|>\n\nThis confirmed my worst fears. No wonder her parents felt grateful to me for relieving them of such a responsibility! 'May I ask where you intend to be at the time?' I inquired very quietly.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_24": "I really thought her insane, which alarmed me for the validity of the marriage. 'Yes, I am weak, foolish, I know,' she continued; 'but oh, I shudder so when I think of you, away in that gloomy Grey Chamber, going through it all alone!'\n\nThis confirmed my worst fears. No wonder her parents felt grateful to me for relieving them of such a responsibility! <|Q|>'May I ask where you intend to be at the time?'<|Q|> I inquired very quietly.\n\n'You will not think us unfeeling,' she replied, 'but dear papa considered that such anxiety as ours would be scarcely endurable did we not seek some distraction from it; and so, as a special favour, he has procured evening orders for Sir John Soane's Museum in Lincoln's Inn Fields, where we shall drive immediately after dinner.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_25": "This confirmed my worst fears. No wonder her parents felt grateful to me for relieving them of such a responsibility! 'May I ask where you intend to be at the time?' I inquired very quietly.\n\n<|Q|>'You will not think us unfeeling,'<|Q|> she replied, 'but dear papa considered that such anxiety as ours would be scarcely endurable did we not seek some distraction from it; and so, as a special favour, he has procured evening orders for Sir John Soane's Museum in Lincoln's Inn Fields, where we shall drive immediately after dinner.'\n\nI knew that the proper way to treat the insane was by reasoning with them gently, so as to place their own absurdity clearly before them. 'If you are forgetting your anxiety in Sir John Soane's Museum, while I cool my heels in the Grey Chamber", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_5": "Hilda took a quick, soft breath. She looked at his heavy shoulders and big, determined head, thrust forward like a catapult in leash.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat about us, Bartley?\u201d<|Q|> she asked in a thin voice.\n\nHe locked and unlocked his hands over the grate and spread his fingers close to the bluish flame, while the coals crackled and the clock ticked and a street vendor began to call under the window. At last Alexander brought out one word: \u2014 ", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_44": "\u201cI wonder if Uncle Silas is going to hang this nigger. If I was to catch a nigger that was ungrateful enough to run away, I wouldn\u2019t give him up, I\u2019d hang him.\u201d And whilst the nigger stepped to the door to look at the dime and bite it to see if it was good, he whispers to Jim and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t ever let on to know us. And if you hear any digging going on nights, it\u2019s us; we\u2019re going to set you free.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nJim only had time to grab us by the hand and squeeze it; then the nigger come back, and we said we\u2019d come again some time if the nigger wanted us to; and he said he would, more particular if it was dark, because the witches went for him mostly in the dark, and it was good to have folks around then.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_8": "\u201cI\u2019ll do anything you wish me to, Bartley,\u201d she said tremulously. \u201cI can\u2019t stand seeing you miserable.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI can\u2019t live with myself any longer,\u201d<|Q|> he answered roughly.\n\nHe rose and pushed the chair behind him and began to walk miserably about the room, seeming to find it too small for him. He pulled up a window as if the air were heavy.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_28": "'but dear papa considered that such anxiety as ours would be scarcely endurable did we not seek some distraction from it; and so, as a special favour, he has procured evening orders for Sir John Soane's Museum in Lincoln's Inn Fields, where we shall drive immediately after dinner.'\n\nI knew that the proper way to treat the insane was by reasoning with them gently, so as to place their own absurdity clearly before them. 'If you are forgetting your anxiety in Sir John Soane's Museum, while I cool my heels in the Grey Chamber,' I said, <|Q|>'is it probable that any clergyman will be induced to perform the marriage ceremony? Did you really think two people can be united separately?'<|Q|>\n\nShe was astonished this time. 'You are joking!' she cried; 'you cannot really believe that we are to be married in -- in the Grey Chamber?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_31": "She was astonished this time. 'You are joking!' she cried; 'you cannot really believe that we are to be married in -- in the Grey Chamber?'\n\n'Then will you tell me where we are to be married?' I asked. <|Q|>'I think I have the right to know -- it can hardly be at the Museum!'<|Q|>\n\nShe turned upon me with a sudden misgiving; 'I could almost fancy,' she said anxiously, 'that this is no feigned ignorance. Augustus, your aunt sent you a message -- tell me, have you read it?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_30": "She was astonished this time. 'You are joking!' she cried; 'you cannot really believe that we are to be married in -- in the Grey Chamber?'\n\n<|Q|>'Then will you tell me where we are to be married?'<|Q|> I asked. 'I think I have the right to know -- it can hardly be at the Museum!'\n\nShe turned upon me with a sudden misgiving; 'I could almost fancy,' she said anxiously, 'that this is no feigned ignorance. Augustus, your aunt sent you a message -- tell me, have you read it?'", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_14": "\u201cCould you \u2014 could you sit down and talk about it quietly, Bartley, as if I were a friend, and not some one who had to be defied?\u201d\n\nHe dropped back heavily into his chair by the fire. <|Q|>\u201cIt was myself I was defying, Hilda. I have thought about it until I am worn out.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe looked at her and his haggard face softened. He put out his hand toward her as he looked away again into the fire.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_13": "At that word \u201cdeception,\u201d spoken with such self-contempt, the color flashed back into Hilda\u2019s face as suddenly as if she had been struck by a whiplash. She bit her lip and looked down at her hands, which were clasped tightly in front of her.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCould you \u2014 could you sit down and talk about it quietly, Bartley, as if I were a friend, and not some one who had to be defied?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe dropped back heavily into his chair by the fire. \u201cIt was myself I was defying, Hilda. I have thought about it until I am worn out.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_7": "As I look back upon it now, it seems simply extraordinary that I should have been so easily satisfied, have taken so little pains to find out the exact position in which I was placing myself; but, with the ingenuous confidence of youth, I fell an easy victim, as I was to realise later with terrible enlightenment.\n\n<|Q|>'Say nothing of this to Chlorine,'<|Q|> said Sir Paul, as I handed him the document signed, 'until the final arrangements are made; it will only distress her unnecessarily.'\n\nI wondered why at the time, but I promised to obey, supposing that he knew best, and for some days after that I made no mention to Chlorine of the approaching day which was to witness our union.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_15": "He looked at her and his haggard face softened. He put out his hand toward her as he looked away again into the fire.\n\nShe crept across to him, drawing her stool after her. <|Q|>\u201cWhen did you first begin to feel like this, Bartley?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAfter the very first. The first was \u2014 sort of in play, wasn\u2019t it?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_36": "'Why of course, darling, of course,' I said hastily. 'You must think no more of my silly joke; there is something I have to arrange in the Grey Chamber before I can call you mine. But, tell me, why does it make you so uneasy?' I added, thinking it might be prudent to find out beforehand what formality was expected from me.\n\n<|Q|>'I cannot help it -- no, I cannot!'<|Q|> she cried, 'the test is so searching -- are you sure that you are prepared at all points? I overheard my father say that no precaution could safely be neglected. I have such a terrible foreboding that, after all, this may come between us.'\n\nIt was clear enough to me now; the baronet was by no means so simple and confiding in his choice of a son-in-law as I had imagined, and had no intention, after all, of accepting me without some inquiry into my past life, my habits, and my prospects.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_17": "\u201cAfter the very first. The first was \u2014 sort of in play, wasn\u2019t it?\u201d\n\nHilda\u2019s face quivered, but she whispered: <|Q|>\u201cYes, I think it must have been. But why didn\u2019t you tell me when you were here in the summer?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander groaned. \u201cI meant to, but somehow I couldn\u2019t. We had only a few days, and your new play was just on, and you were so happy.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_38": "That he should seek to make this examination more impressive by appointing this ridiculous midnight interview for it, was only what might have been expected from an old man of his confirmed eccentricity.\n\nBut I knew I could easily contrive to satisfy the baronet, and with the idea of consoling Chlorine, I said as much. <|Q|>'Why will you persist in treating me like a child, Augustus?'<|Q|> she broke out almost petulantly. 'They have tried to hide it all from me, but do you suppose I do not know that in the Grey Chamber you will have to encounter one far more formidable, far more difficult to satisfy, than poor dear papa?'\n\n'I see you know more than I -- more than I thought you did,' I said. 'Let us understand one another, Chlorine -- tell me exactly how much you know.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_10": "As we were continually together, I began to regard her with an esteem which I had not thought possible at first. Her looks improved considerably under the influence of happiness, and I found she could converse intelligently enough upon several topics, and did not bore me nearly as much as I was fully prepared for.\n\nAnd so the time passed less heavily, until one afternoon the baronet took me aside mysteriously. 'Prepare yourself, Augustus' (they had all learned to call me Augustus), he said; <|Q|>'all is arranged. The event upon which our dearest hopes depend is fixed for to-morrow -- in the Grey Chamber of course, and at midnight.'<|Q|>\n\nI thought this a curious time and place for the ceremony, but I had divined his eccentric passion for privacy and retirement, and only imagined that he had procured some very special form of licence.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_40": "But I knew I could easily contrive to satisfy the baronet, and with the idea of consoling Chlorine, I said as much. 'Why will you persist in treating me like a child, Augustus?' she broke out almost petulantly. 'They have tried to hide it all from me, but do you suppose I do not know that in the Grey Chamber you will have to encounter one far more formidable, far more difficult to satisfy, than poor dear papa?'\n\n<|Q|>'I see you know more than I -- more than I thought you did,'<|Q|> I said. 'Let us understand one another, Chlorine -- tell me exactly how much you know.'\n\n'I have told you all I know,' she said; 'it is your turn to confide in me.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_14": "I saw a long dim gallery, whose very existence nothing in the external appearance of the mansion had led me to suspect; it led to a heavy oaken door with cumbrous plates and fastenings of metal.\n\n'To-morrow night is Christmas Eve, as you are doubtless aware,' he said in a hushed voice. <|Q|>'At twelve, then, you will present yourself at yonder door -- the door of the Grey Chamber -- where you must fulfil the engagement you have made.'<|Q|>\n\nI was surprised at his choosing such a place for the ceremony; it would have been more cheerful in the long drawing room; but it was evidently a whim of his, and I was too happy to think of opposing it. I hastened at once to Chlorine, with her father's sanction, and told her that the crowning moment of both our lives was fixed at last.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_41": "But I knew I could easily contrive to satisfy the baronet, and with the idea of consoling Chlorine, I said as much. 'Why will you persist in treating me like a child, Augustus?' she broke out almost petulantly. 'They have tried to hide it all from me, but do you suppose I do not know that in the Grey Chamber you will have to encounter one far more formidable, far more difficult to satisfy, than poor dear papa?'\n\n'I see you know more than I -- more than I thought you did,' I said. <|Q|>'Let us understand one another, Chlorine -- tell me exactly how much you know.'<|Q|>\n\n'I have told you all I know,' she said; 'it is your turn to confide in me.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_43": "'I see you know more than I -- more than I thought you did,' I said. 'Let us understand one another, Chlorine -- tell me exactly how much you know.'\n\n'I have told you all I know,' she said; <|Q|>'it is your turn to confide in me.'<|Q|>\n\n'Not even for your sweet sake, my dearest,' I was obliged to say, 'can I break the seal that is set upon my tongue. You must not press me. Come, let us talk of other things.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_44": "'I have told you all I know,' she said; 'it is your turn to confide in me.'\n\n<|Q|>'Not even for your sweet sake, my dearest,'<|Q|> I was obliged to say, 'can I break the seal that is set upon my tongue. You must not press me. Come, let us talk of other things.'\n\nBut I now saw that matters were worse than I had thought; instead of the feeble old baronet I should have to deal with a stranger, some exacting and officious friend or relation perhaps, or, more probably, a keen family solicitor who would put questions I should not care about answering, and even be capable of insisting upon strict settlements.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_17": "The effect of my announcement was astonishing: she fainted, for which I remonstrated with her as soon as she came to herself. 'Such extreme sensitiveness, my love,' I could not help saying, 'may be highly creditable to your sense of maidenly propriety, but allow me to say that I can scarcely regard it as a compliment.'\n\n'Augustus,' she said, <|Q|>'you must not think I doubt you; and yet -- and yet -- the ordeal will be a severe one for you.'<|Q|>\n\n'I will steel my nerves,' I said grimly (for I was annoyed with her); 'and, after all, Chlorine, the ceremony is not invariably fatal; I have heard of the victim surviving it -- occasionally.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_22": "'How brave you are!' she said earnestly. 'I will imitate you, Augustus; I too will hope.'\n\nI really thought her insane, which alarmed me for the validity of the marriage. <|Q|>'Yes, I am weak, foolish, I know,'<|Q|> she continued; 'but oh, I shudder so when I think of you, away in that gloomy Grey Chamber, going through it all alone!'\n\nThis confirmed my worst fears. No wonder her parents felt grateful to me for relieving them of such a responsibility! 'May I ask where you intend to be at the time?' I inquired very quietly.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_0": "Emerging at Euston at half-past three o\u2019clock in the afternoon, Alexander had his luggage sent to the Savoy and drove at once to Bedford Square. When Marie met him at the door, even her strong sense of the proprieties could not restrain her surprise and delight. She blushed and smiled and fumbled his card in her confusion before she ran upstairs. Alexander paced up and down the hallway, buttoning and unbuttoning his overcoat, until she returned and took him up to Hilda\u2019s living-room. The room was empty when he entered. A coal fire was crackling in the grate and the lamps were lit, for it was already beginning to grow dark outside. Alexander did not sit down. He stood his ground over by the windows until Hilda came in. She called his name on the threshold, but in her swift flight across the room she felt a change in him and caught herself up so deftly that he could not tell just when she did it. She merely brushed his cheek with her lips and put a hand lightly and joyously on either shoulder. <|Q|>\u201cOh, what a grand thing to happen on a raw day! I felt it in my bones when I woke this morning that something splendid was going to turn up. I thought it might be Sister Kate or Cousin Mike would be happening along. I never dreamed it would be you, Bartley. But why do you let me chatter on like this? Come over to the fire; you\u2019re chilled through.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe pushed him toward the big chair by the fire, and sat down on a stool at the opposite side of the hearth, her knees drawn up to her chin, laughing like a happy little girl.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_27": "Bartley gave a bitter little laugh, and Hilda looked up and read in the deepening lines of his face that youth and Bartley would not much longer struggle together.\n\n\u201cI understand, Bartley. I was wrong. But I didn\u2019t know. You\u2019ve only to tell me now. What must I do that I\u2019ve not done, or what must I not do?\u201d She listened intently, but she heard nothing but the creaking of his chair. \u201cYou want me to say it?\u201d she whispered. <|Q|>\u201cYou want to tell me that you can only see me like this, as old friends do, or out in the world among people? I can do that.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d he said heavily.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_30": "\u201cIt\u2019s too late to ask that. Do you hear me, Bartley? It\u2019s too late. I won\u2019t promise. It\u2019s abominable of you to ask me. Keep away if you wish; when have I ever followed you? But, if you come to me, I\u2019ll do as I see fit. The shamefulness of your asking me to do that! If you come to me, I\u2019ll do as I see fit. Do you understand? Bartley, you\u2019re cowardly!\u201d\n\nAlexander rose and shook himself angrily. <|Q|>\u201cYes, I know I\u2019m cowardly. I\u2019m afraid of myself. I don\u2019t trust myself any more. I carried it all lightly enough at first, but now I don\u2019t dare trifle with it. It\u2019s getting the better of me. It\u2019s different now. I\u2019m growing older, and you\u2019ve got my young self here with you. It\u2019s through him that I\u2019ve come to wish for you all and all the time.\u201d<|Q|> He took her roughly in his arms. \u201cDo you know what I mean?\u201d\n\nHilda held her face back from him and began to cry bitterly. \u201cOh, Bartley, what am I to do? Why didn\u2019t you let me be angry with you? You ask me to stay away from you because you want me! And I\u2019ve got nobody but you. I will do anything you say \u2014 but that! I will ask the least imaginable, but I must have something!\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_31": "Alexander rose and shook himself angrily. \u201cYes, I know I\u2019m cowardly. I\u2019m afraid of myself. I don\u2019t trust myself any more. I carried it all lightly enough at first, but now I don\u2019t dare trifle with it. It\u2019s getting the better of me. It\u2019s different now. I\u2019m growing older, and you\u2019ve got my young self here with you. It\u2019s through him that I\u2019ve come to wish for you all and all the time.\u201d He took her roughly in his arms. <|Q|>\u201cDo you know what I mean?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda held her face back from him and began to cry bitterly. \u201cOh, Bartley, what am I to do? Why didn\u2019t you let me be angry with you? You ask me to stay away from you because you want me! And I\u2019ve got nobody but you. I will do anything you say \u2014 but that! I will ask the least imaginable, but I must have something!\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_36": "Then he turns to Jim, and looks him over like he never see him before, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDid you sing out?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, sah,\u201d says Jim; \u201cI hain\u2019t said nothing, sah.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_4": "\u201cThere\u2019s something troubling you, Bartley. What is it?\u201d\n\nBartley bent lower over the fire. <|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s the whole thing that troubles me, Hilda. You and I.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda took a quick, soft breath. She looked at his heavy shoulders and big, determined head, thrust forward like a catapult in leash.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_37": "\u201cDon\u2019t cry, don\u2019t cry,\u201d he whispered. \u201cWe\u2019ve tortured each other enough for tonight. Forget everything except that I am here.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI think I have forgotten everything but that already,\u201d<|Q|> she murmured. \u201cAh, your dear arms!\u201d\n\nCHAPTER VII", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_7": "Hilda was pale by this time, and her eyes were wide with fright. She looked about desperately from Bartley to the door, then to the windows, and back again to Bartley. She rose uncertainly, touched his hair with her hand, then sank back upon her stool.\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll do anything you wish me to, Bartley,\u201d she said tremulously. <|Q|>\u201cI can\u2019t stand seeing you miserable.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t live with myself any longer,\u201d he answered roughly.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_0": "A tall and meagre old man, with a long white beard, and haggard, sunken black eyes, was seated at one side of the high chimney-piece, while opposite him sat a little limp old lady with a nervous expression, and dressed in trailing black robes relieved by a little yellow lace about the head and throat. As I saw them, I recognised at once that I was in the presence of Sir Paul Catafalque and his wife.\n\nThey both rose slowly, and advanced arm-in-arm in their old-fashioned way, and met me with a stately solemnity. <|Q|>'You are indeed welcome,'<|Q|> they said in faint hollow voices. 'We thank you for this proof of your chivalry and devotion. It cannot be but that such courage and such self-sacrifice will meet with their reward!'\n\nAnd although I did not quite understand how they could have discerned, as yet, that I was chivalrous and devoted, I was too glad to have made a good impression to do anything but beg them not to mention it.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_29": "I knew that the proper way to treat the insane was by reasoning with them gently, so as to place their own absurdity clearly before them. 'If you are forgetting your anxiety in Sir John Soane's Museum, while I cool my heels in the Grey Chamber,' I said, 'is it probable that any clergyman will be induced to perform the marriage ceremony? Did you really think two people can be united separately?'\n\nShe was astonished this time. 'You are joking!' she cried; <|Q|>'you cannot really believe that we are to be married in -- in the Grey Chamber?'<|Q|>\n\n'Then will you tell me where we are to be married?' I asked. 'I think I have the right to know -- it can hardly be at the Museum!'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_2": "\u201cHe was looking for someone else, you say \u2014 someone who was not you?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe was looking for little Miles.\u201d A portentous clearness now possessed me. <|Q|>\u201cThat\u2019s whom he was looking for.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut how do you know?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_12": "\u201cBut why now?\u201d she asked piteously, wringing her hands.\n\nHe ignored her question. \u201cI am not a man who can live two lives,\u201d he went on feverishly. <|Q|>\u201cEach life spoils the other. I get nothing but misery out of either. The world is all there, just as it used to be, but I can\u2019t get at it any more. There is this deception between me and everything.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAt that word \u201cdeception,\u201d spoken with such self-contempt, the color flashed back into Hilda\u2019s face as suddenly as if she had been struck by a whiplash. She bit her lip and looked down at her hands, which were clasped tightly in front of her.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_5": "\u201cBut how do you know?\u201d\n\n\u201cI know, I know, I know!\u201d My exaltation grew. <|Q|>\u201cAnd you know, my dear!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe didn\u2019t deny this, but I required, I felt, not even so much telling as that. She resumed in a moment, at any rate: \u201cWhat if he should see him?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_9": "Hilda watched him from her corner, trembling and scarcely breathing, dark shadows growing about her eyes.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt . . . it hasn\u2019t always made you miserable, has it?\u201d<|Q|> Her eyelids fell and her lips quivered.\n\n\u201cAlways. But it\u2019s worse now. It\u2019s unbearable. It tortures me every minute.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_6": "\u201cI know, I know, I know!\u201d My exaltation grew. \u201cAnd you know, my dear!\u201d\n\nShe didn\u2019t deny this, but I required, I felt, not even so much telling as that. She resumed in a moment, at any rate: <|Q|>\u201cWhat if he should see him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cLittle Miles? That\u2019s what he wants!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_7": "She didn\u2019t deny this, but I required, I felt, not even so much telling as that. She resumed in a moment, at any rate: \u201cWhat if he should see him?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cLittle Miles? That\u2019s what he wants!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe looked immensely scared again. \u201cThe child?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_32": "'Then will you tell me where we are to be married?' I asked. 'I think I have the right to know -- it can hardly be at the Museum!'\n\nShe turned upon me with a sudden misgiving; <|Q|>'I could almost fancy,'<|Q|> she said anxiously, 'that this is no feigned ignorance. Augustus, your aunt sent you a message -- tell me, have you read it?'\n\nNow, owing to McFadden's want of consideration, this was my one weak point -- I had not read it, and thus I felt myself upon delicate ground. The message evidently related to business of importance which was to be transacted in this Grey Chamber, and as the genuine McFadden clearly knew all about it, it would have been simply suicidal to confess my own ignorance.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_35": "Now, owing to McFadden's want of consideration, this was my one weak point -- I had not read it, and thus I felt myself upon delicate ground. The message evidently related to business of importance which was to be transacted in this Grey Chamber, and as the genuine McFadden clearly knew all about it, it would have been simply suicidal to confess my own ignorance.\n\n'Why of course, darling, of course,' I said hastily. <|Q|>'You must think no more of my silly joke; there is something I have to arrange in the Grey Chamber before I can call you mine. But, tell me, why does it make you so uneasy?'<|Q|> I added, thinking it might be prudent to find out beforehand what formality was expected from me.\n\n'I cannot help it -- no, I cannot!' she cried, 'the test is so searching -- are you sure that you are prepared at all points? I overheard my father say that no precaution could safely be neglected. I have such a terrible foreboding that, after all, this may come between us.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_37": "'Why of course, darling, of course,' I said hastily. 'You must think no more of my silly joke; there is something I have to arrange in the Grey Chamber before I can call you mine. But, tell me, why does it make you so uneasy?' I added, thinking it might be prudent to find out beforehand what formality was expected from me.\n\n'I cannot help it -- no, I cannot!' she cried, <|Q|>'the test is so searching -- are you sure that you are prepared at all points? I overheard my father say that no precaution could safely be neglected. I have such a terrible foreboding that, after all, this may come between us.'<|Q|>\n\nIt was clear enough to me now; the baronet was by no means so simple and confiding in his choice of a son-in-law as I had imagined, and had no intention, after all, of accepting me without some inquiry into my past life, my habits, and my prospects.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_19": "Alexander groaned. \u201cI meant to, but somehow I couldn\u2019t. We had only a few days, and your new play was just on, and you were so happy.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, I was happy, wasn\u2019t I?\u201d<|Q|> She pressed his hand gently in gratitude. \u201cWeren\u2019t you happy then, at all?\u201d\n\nShe closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if to draw in again the fragrance of those days. Something of their troubling sweetness came back to Alexander, too. He moved uneasily and his chair creaked.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_18": "Hilda\u2019s face quivered, but she whispered: \u201cYes, I think it must have been. But why didn\u2019t you tell me when you were here in the summer?\u201d\n\nAlexander groaned. <|Q|>\u201cI meant to, but somehow I couldn\u2019t. We had only a few days, and your new play was just on, and you were so happy.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, I was happy, wasn\u2019t I?\u201d She pressed his hand gently in gratitude. \u201cWeren\u2019t you happy then, at all?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_21": "She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if to draw in again the fragrance of those days. Something of their troubling sweetness came back to Alexander, too. He moved uneasily and his chair creaked.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, I was then. You know. But afterward. . .\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, yes,\u201d she hurried, pulling her hand gently away from him. Presently it stole back to his coat sleeve. \u201cPlease tell me one thing, Bartley. At least, tell me that you believe I thought I was making you happy.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_20": "Alexander groaned. \u201cI meant to, but somehow I couldn\u2019t. We had only a few days, and your new play was just on, and you were so happy.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, I was happy, wasn\u2019t I?\u201d She pressed his hand gently in gratitude. <|Q|>\u201cWeren\u2019t you happy then, at all?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if to draw in again the fragrance of those days. Something of their troubling sweetness came back to Alexander, too. He moved uneasily and his chair creaked.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_25": "Bartley gave a bitter little laugh, and Hilda looked up and read in the deepening lines of his face that youth and Bartley would not much longer struggle together.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI understand, Bartley. I was wrong. But I didn\u2019t know. You\u2019ve only to tell me now. What must I do that I\u2019ve not done, or what must I not do?\u201d<|Q|> She listened intently, but she heard nothing but the creaking of his chair. \u201cYou want me to say it?\u201d she whispered. \u201cYou want to tell me that you can only see me like this, as old friends do, or out in the world among people? I can do that.\u201d\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d he said heavily.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_22": "\u201cYes, I was then. You know. But afterward. . .\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, yes,\u201d she hurried, pulling her hand gently away from him. Presently it stole back to his coat sleeve. <|Q|>\u201cPlease tell me one thing, Bartley. At least, tell me that you believe I thought I was making you happy.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHis hand shut down quickly over the questioning fingers on his sleeves. \u201cYes, Hilda; I know that,\u201d he said simply.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_23": "\u201cYes, yes,\u201d she hurried, pulling her hand gently away from him. Presently it stole back to his coat sleeve. \u201cPlease tell me one thing, Bartley. At least, tell me that you believe I thought I was making you happy.\u201d\n\nHis hand shut down quickly over the questioning fingers on his sleeves. <|Q|>\u201cYes, Hilda; I know that,\u201d<|Q|> he said simply.\n\nShe leaned her head against his arm and spoke softly: \u2014 ", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_46": "It was that, of course; they would try to tie my hands by a strict settlement, with a brace of cautious trustees; unless I was very careful, all I should get by my marriage would be a paltry life-interest, contingent upon my surviving my wife.\n\nThis revolted me; it seems to me that when law comes in with its offensively suspicious restraints upon the husband and its indelicately premature provisions for the offspring, all the poetry of love is gone at once. By allowing the wife to receive the income <|Q|>'for her separate use and free from the control of her husband,'<|Q|> as the phrase runs, you infallibly brush the bloom from the peach, and implant the 'little speck within the fruit' which, as Tennyson beautifully says, will widen by-and-by and make the music mute.\n\nThis may be overstrained on my part, but it represents my honest conviction; I was determined to have nothing to do with law. If it was necessary, I felt quite sure enough of Chlorine to defy Sir Paul. I would refuse to meet a family solicitor anywhere, and I intended to say so plainly at the first convenient opportunity.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_19": "\u201cThat he has never spoken of him?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNever by the least allusion. And you tell me they were \u2018great friends\u2019?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, it wasn\u2019t him!\u201d Mrs. Grose with emphasis declared. \u201cIt was Quint\u2019s own fancy. To play with him, I mean \u2014 to spoil him.\u201d She paused a moment; then she added: \u201cQuint was much too free.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_2": "\u201cWhen did you come, Bartley, and how did it happen? You haven\u2019t spoken a word.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI got in about ten minutes ago. I landed at Liverpool this morning and came down on the boat train.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander leaned forward and warmed his hands before the blaze. Hilda watched him with perplexity.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_32": "\u201cYes, I know I\u2019m cowardly. I\u2019m afraid of myself. I don\u2019t trust myself any more. I carried it all lightly enough at first, but now I don\u2019t dare trifle with it. It\u2019s getting the better of me. It\u2019s different now. I\u2019m growing older, and you\u2019ve got my young self here with you. It\u2019s through him that I\u2019ve come to wish for you all and all the time.\u201d He took her roughly in his arms. \u201cDo you know what I mean?\u201d\n\nHilda held her face back from him and began to cry bitterly. <|Q|>\u201cOh, Bartley, what am I to do? Why didn\u2019t you let me be angry with you? You ask me to stay away from you because you want me! And I\u2019ve got nobody but you. I will do anything you say \u2014 but that! I will ask the least imaginable, but I must have something!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBartley turned away and sank down in his chair again. Hilda sat on the arm of it and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_22": "\u201cNever by the least allusion. And you tell me they were \u2018great friends\u2019?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, it wasn\u2019t him!\u201d Mrs. Grose with emphasis declared. \u201cIt was Quint\u2019s own fancy. To play with him, I mean \u2014 to spoil him.\u201d She paused a moment; then she added: <|Q|>\u201cQuint was much too free.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThis gave me, straight from my vision of his face \u2014 such a face! \u2014 a sudden sickness of disgust. \u201cToo free with my boy?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_36": "She slid to the floor beside him, as if she were too tired to sit up any longer. Bartley bent over and took her in his arms, kissing her mouth and her wet, tired eyes.\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t cry, don\u2019t cry,\u201d he whispered. <|Q|>\u201cWe\u2019ve tortured each other enough for tonight. Forget everything except that I am here.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI think I have forgotten everything but that already,\u201d she murmured. \u201cAh, your dear arms!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_24": "This gave me, straight from my vision of his face \u2014 such a face! \u2014 a sudden sickness of disgust. \u201cToo free with my boy?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cToo free with everyone!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI forbore, for the moment, to analyze this description further than by the reflection that a part of it applied to several of the members of the household, of the half-dozen maids and men who were still of our small colony. But there was everything, for our apprehension, in the lucky fact that no discomfortable legend, no perturbation of scullions, had ever, within anyone\u2019s memory attached to the kind old place. It had neither bad name nor ill fame, and Mrs. Grose, most apparently, only desired to cling to me and to quake in silence. I even put her, the very last thing of all, to the test. It was when, at midnight, she had her hand on the schoolroom door to take leave.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_35": "She slid to the floor beside him, as if she were too tired to sit up any longer. Bartley bent over and took her in his arms, kissing her mouth and her wet, tired eyes.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t cry, don\u2019t cry,\u201d<|Q|> he whispered. \u201cWe\u2019ve tortured each other enough for tonight. Forget everything except that I am here.\u201d\n\n\u201cI think I have forgotten everything but that already,\u201d she murmured. \u201cAh, your dear arms!\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_26": "Bartley gave a bitter little laugh, and Hilda looked up and read in the deepening lines of his face that youth and Bartley would not much longer struggle together.\n\n\u201cI understand, Bartley. I was wrong. But I didn\u2019t know. You\u2019ve only to tell me now. What must I do that I\u2019ve not done, or what must I not do?\u201d She listened intently, but she heard nothing but the creaking of his chair. <|Q|>\u201cYou want me to say it?\u201d<|Q|> she whispered. \u201cYou want to tell me that you can only see me like this, as old friends do, or out in the world among people? I can do that.\u201d\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d he said heavily.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_6": "Hilda was pale by this time, and her eyes were wide with fright. She looked about desperately from Bartley to the door, then to the windows, and back again to Bartley. She rose uncertainly, touched his hair with her hand, then sank back upon her stool.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ll do anything you wish me to, Bartley,\u201d<|Q|> she said tremulously. \u201cI can\u2019t stand seeing you miserable.\u201d\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t live with myself any longer,\u201d he answered roughly.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_0": "What was settled between us, accordingly, that night, was that we thought we might bear things together; and I was not even sure that, in spite of her exemption, it was she who had the best of the burden. I knew at this hour, I think, as well as I knew later, what I was capable of meeting to shelter my pupils; but it took me some time to be wholly sure of what my honest ally was prepared for to keep terms with so compromising a contract. I was queer company enough \u2014 quite as queer as the company I received; but as I trace over what we went through I see how much common ground we must have found in the one idea that, by good fortune, could steady us. It was the idea, the second movement, that led me straight out, as I may say, of the inner chamber of my dread. I could take the air in the court, at least, and there Mrs. Grose could join me. Perfectly can I recall now the particular way strength came to me before we separated for the night. We had gone over and over every feature of what I had seen.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe was looking for someone else, you say \u2014 someone who was not you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHe was looking for little Miles.\u201d A portentous clearness now possessed me. \u201cThat\u2019s whom he was looking for.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_10": "\u201cIt . . . it hasn\u2019t always made you miserable, has it?\u201d Her eyelids fell and her lips quivered.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAlways. But it\u2019s worse now. It\u2019s unbearable. It tortures me every minute.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut why now?\u201d she asked piteously, wringing her hands.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_1": "\u201cHe was looking for someone else, you say \u2014 someone who was not you?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe was looking for little Miles.\u201d<|Q|> A portentous clearness now possessed me. \u201cThat\u2019s whom he was looking for.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut how do you know?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_3": "\u201cHe was looking for little Miles.\u201d A portentous clearness now possessed me. \u201cThat\u2019s whom he was looking for.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut how do you know?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI know, I know, I know!\u201d My exaltation grew. \u201cAnd you know, my dear!\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_11": "\u201cBut why now?\u201d she asked piteously, wringing her hands.\n\nHe ignored her question. <|Q|>\u201cI am not a man who can live two lives,\u201d<|Q|> he went on feverishly. \u201cEach life spoils the other. I get nothing but misery out of either. The world is all there, just as it used to be, but I can\u2019t get at it any more. There is this deception between me and everything.\u201d\n\nAt that word \u201cdeception,\u201d spoken with such self-contempt, the color flashed back into Hilda\u2019s face as suddenly as if she had been struck by a whiplash. She bit her lip and looked down at her hands, which were clasped tightly in front of her.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_32": "\u201cAfraid of what?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOf things that man could do. Quint was so clever \u2014 he was so deep.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI took this in still more than, probably, I showed. \u201cYou weren\u2019t afraid of anything else? Not of his effect \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_33": "\u201cOf things that man could do. Quint was so clever \u2014 he was so deep.\u201d\n\nI took this in still more than, probably, I showed. <|Q|>\u201cYou weren\u2019t afraid of anything else? Not of his effect \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHis effect?\u201d she repeated with a face of anguish and waiting while I faltered.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_8": "\u201cLittle Miles? That\u2019s what he wants!\u201d\n\nShe looked immensely scared again. <|Q|>\u201cThe child?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHeaven forbid! The man. He wants to appear to them.\u201d That he might was an awful conception, and yet, somehow, I could keep it at bay; which, moreover, as we lingered there, was what I succeeded in practically proving. I had an absolute certainty that I should see again what I had already seen, but something within me said that by offering myself bravely as the sole subject of such experience, by accepting, by inviting, by surmounting it all, I should serve as an expiatory victim and guard the tranquility of my companions. The children, in especial, I should thus fence about and absolutely save. I recall one of the last things I said that night to Mrs. Grose.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_16": "She crept across to him, drawing her stool after her. \u201cWhen did you first begin to feel like this, Bartley?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAfter the very first. The first was \u2014 sort of in play, wasn\u2019t it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda\u2019s face quivered, but she whispered: \u201cYes, I think it must have been. But why didn\u2019t you tell me when you were here in the summer?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_10": "\u201cIt does strike me that my pupils have never mentioned \u2014 \u201d\n\nShe looked at me hard as I musingly pulled up. <|Q|>\u201cHis having been here and the time they were with him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThe time they were with him, and his name, his presence, his history, in any way.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_37": "\u201cOn innocent little precious lives. They were in your charge.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, they were not in mine!\u201d she roundly and distressfully returned. <|Q|>\u201cThe master believed in him and placed him here because he was supposed not to be well and the country air so good for him. So he had everything to say. Yes\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 she let me have it \u2014 \u201ceven about them.\u201d\n\n\u201cThem \u2014 that creature?\u201d I had to smother a kind of howl. \u201cAnd you could bear it!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_38": "\u201cOn innocent little precious lives. They were in your charge.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, they were not in mine!\u201d she roundly and distressfully returned. \u201cThe master believed in him and placed him here because he was supposed not to be well and the country air so good for him. So he had everything to say. Yes\u201d \u2014 she let me have it \u2014 <|Q|>\u201ceven about them.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThem \u2014 that creature?\u201d I had to smother a kind of howl. \u201cAnd you could bear it!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_12": "\u201cThe time they were with him, and his name, his presence, his history, in any way.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, the little lady doesn\u2019t remember. She never heard or knew.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThe circumstances of his death?\u201d I thought with some intensity. \u201cPerhaps not. But Miles would remember \u2014 Miles would know.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_11": "She looked at me hard as I musingly pulled up. \u201cHis having been here and the time they were with him?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe time they were with him, and his name, his presence, his history, in any way.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, the little lady doesn\u2019t remember. She never heard or knew.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_13": "\u201cOh, the little lady doesn\u2019t remember. She never heard or knew.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe circumstances of his death?\u201d<|Q|> I thought with some intensity. \u201cPerhaps not. But Miles would remember \u2014 Miles would know.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, don\u2019t try him!\u201d broke from Mrs. Grose.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_3": "\"Two years,\" Gordon admitted.\n\n<|Q|>\"Then you should be ashamed to be in this mess. But whatever your reasons, you'll be useful. Take those two and give them some lessons, while I do the same with these.\"<|Q|>\n\nFor a second, Gordon cursed himself. Murdoch had fixed it so he'd be a squad leader, and that meant he'd be unable to step out of line. At double standard pay, with normal Mars expenses, he might be able to pay for passage back to Earth in three years -- if Security let him. Otherwise, it would take thirty.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_16": "\u201cAh, don\u2019t try him!\u201d broke from Mrs. Grose.\n\nI returned her the look she had given me. <|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t be afraid.\u201d<|Q|> I continued to think. \u201cIt is rather odd.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat he has never spoken of him?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_4": "There was a crude lighting system here, put up by the citizens. At the front of each building, a dim phosphor bulb glowed; when darkness fell, they would have nothing else to see by.\n\nMurdoch bunched them together. <|Q|>\"A good clubbing beats hanging,\"<|Q|> he told them. \"But it has to be good. Go in for business, and don't stop just because the other guy quits. Give them hell!\"\n\nMoving in two groups of threes, at opposite sides of the street, they began their beat. They were covering an area of six blocks one way, and two the other.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_18": "I returned her the look she had given me. \u201cDon\u2019t be afraid.\u201d I continued to think. \u201cIt is rather odd.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat he has never spoken of him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNever by the least allusion. And you tell me they were \u2018great friends\u2019?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_1": "She pushed him toward the big chair by the fire, and sat down on a stool at the opposite side of the hearth, her knees drawn up to her chin, laughing like a happy little girl.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhen did you come, Bartley, and how did it happen? You haven\u2019t spoken a word.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI got in about ten minutes ago. I landed at Liverpool this morning and came down on the boat train.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_20": "\u201cNever by the least allusion. And you tell me they were \u2018great friends\u2019?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, it wasn\u2019t him!\u201d<|Q|> Mrs. Grose with emphasis declared. \u201cIt was Quint\u2019s own fancy. To play with him, I mean \u2014 to spoil him.\u201d She paused a moment; then she added: \u201cQuint was much too free.\u201d\n\nThis gave me, straight from my vision of his face \u2014 such a face! \u2014 a sudden sickness of disgust. \u201cToo free with my boy?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_14": "\u201cOh, the little lady doesn\u2019t remember. She never heard or knew.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe circumstances of his death?\u201d I thought with some intensity. <|Q|>\u201cPerhaps not. But Miles would remember \u2014 Miles would know.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh, don\u2019t try him!\u201d broke from Mrs. Grose.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_5": "There was a crude lighting system here, put up by the citizens. At the front of each building, a dim phosphor bulb glowed; when darkness fell, they would have nothing else to see by.\n\nMurdoch bunched them together. \"A good clubbing beats hanging,\" he told them. <|Q|>\"But it has to be good. Go in for business, and don't stop just because the other guy quits. Give them hell!\"<|Q|>\n\nMoving in two groups of threes, at opposite sides of the street, they began their beat. They were covering an area of six blocks one way, and two the other.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_9": "It was soon over. They rounded up the men of the gang, and one of the cops started off. Murdoch called, \"Where are you going?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"To find a phone and call the wagon.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"We're not using wagons,\" Murdoch told him. \"Line them up.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_33": "Bartley turned away and sank down in his chair again. Hilda sat on the arm of it and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cJust something Bartley. I must have you to think of through the months and months of loneliness. I must see you. I must know about you. The sight of you, Bartley, to see you living and happy and successful \u2014 can I never make you understand what that means to me?\u201d<|Q|> She pressed his shoulders gently. \u201cYou see, loving some one as I love you makes the whole world different. If I\u2019d met you later, if I hadn\u2019t loved you so well \u2014 but that\u2019s all over, long ago. Then came all those years without you, lonely and hurt and discouraged; those decent young fellows and poor Mac, and me never heeding \u2014 hard as a steel spring. And then you came back, not caring very much, but it made no difference.\u201d\n\nShe slid to the floor beside him, as if she were too tired to sit up any longer. Bartley bent over and took her in his arms, kissing her mouth and her wet, tired eyes.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_10": "\"To find a phone and call the wagon.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"We're not using wagons,\"<|Q|> Murdoch told him. \"Line them up.\"\n\nWhen the hoods came to, they found themselves helpless, and facing police with clubs. If they tried to run, they were hit from behind; if they stood still, they were clubbed carefully. If they fought back, the pugnaciousness was knocked out of them at once.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_12": "Murdoch indicated one who stood with his shoulders shaking and tears running down his cheeks. The captain's face was as sick as Gordon felt. \"Take him aside. Names.\"\n\nGordon found a section away from the others. <|Q|>\"I want the name of every man in the gang you can remember,\"<|Q|> he told the man.\n\nHorror shot over the other's bruised features. \"Colonel, they'd kill me! I don't know.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_26": "I forbore, for the moment, to analyze this description further than by the reflection that a part of it applied to several of the members of the household, of the half-dozen maids and men who were still of our small colony. But there was everything, for our apprehension, in the lucky fact that no discomfortable legend, no perturbation of scullions, had ever, within anyone\u2019s memory attached to the kind old place. It had neither bad name nor ill fame, and Mrs. Grose, most apparently, only desired to cling to me and to quake in silence. I even put her, the very last thing of all, to the test. It was when, at midnight, she had her hand on the schoolroom door to take leave. \u201cI have it from you then \u2014 for it\u2019s of great importance \u2014 that he was definitely and admittedly bad?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, not admittedly. I knew it \u2014 but the master didn\u2019t.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd you never told him?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_14": "His screams were almost worse than the beating but names began to come. Gordon took them down, and then returned with the man to the others.\n\nMurdoch took his nod as evidence enough, and turned to the wretched toughs. \"He squealed,\" he announced. <|Q|>\"If he should turn up dead, I'll know you boys are responsible, and I'll find you. Now get out of this district, or get honest jobs! Because every time one of my men sees one of you, this will happen again. And you can pass the word along that the Stonewall gang is dead!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe turned and moved off down the street, the others at his side. Gordon nodded. \"I've heard the theory, but never saw it in practice. Suppose the whole gang jumps us at once?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_15": "Murdoch took his nod as evidence enough, and turned to the wretched toughs. \"He squealed,\" he announced. \"If he should turn up dead, I'll know you boys are responsible, and I'll find you. Now get out of this district, or get honest jobs! Because every time one of my men sees one of you, this will happen again. And you can pass the word along that the Stonewall gang is dead!\"\n\nHe turned and moved off down the street, the others at his side. Gordon nodded. <|Q|>\"I've heard the theory, but never saw it in practice. Suppose the whole gang jumps us at once?\"<|Q|>\n\nMurdoch shrugged. \"Then we're taken. The old book I got the idea from didn't mention that.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_29": "\u201cWell, he didn\u2019t like tale-bearing \u2014 he hated complaints. He was terribly short with anything of that kind, and if people were all right to him \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t be bothered with more?\u201d This squared well enough with my impressions of him: he was not a trouble-loving gentleman, nor so very particular perhaps about some of the company he kept. All the same, I pressed my interlocutress. <|Q|>\u201cI promise you I would have told!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe felt my discrimination. \u201cI daresay I was wrong. But, really, I was afraid.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_30": "\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t be bothered with more?\u201d This squared well enough with my impressions of him: he was not a trouble-loving gentleman, nor so very particular perhaps about some of the company he kept. All the same, I pressed my interlocutress. \u201cI promise you I would have told!\u201d\n\nShe felt my discrimination. <|Q|>\u201cI daresay I was wrong. But, really, I was afraid.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAfraid of what?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_20": "The one good thing about the captain, Gordon decided, was that he believed in doing his own dirtiest work. When he was finished, he turned to two of the other captives.\n\n\"Get a stretcher, and take him wherever he belongs,\" he ordered. <|Q|>\"I'm leaving you two able to walk for that. But if you get caught again, you'll get still worse.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe squad went in, tired and sore; all had taken a severe beating in the brawls. But there was little grumbling. Gordon saw grudging admiration in their eyes for Murdoch, who had taken more punishment than they had.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_4": "\u201cBut how do you know?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI know, I know, I know!\u201d<|Q|> My exaltation grew. \u201cAnd you know, my dear!\u201d\n\nShe didn\u2019t deny this, but I required, I felt, not even so much telling as that. She resumed in a moment, at any rate: \u201cWhat if he should see him?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_15_anstey_64kb_33": "'Then will you tell me where we are to be married?' I asked. 'I think I have the right to know -- it can hardly be at the Museum!'\n\nShe turned upon me with a sudden misgiving; 'I could almost fancy,' she said anxiously, <|Q|>'that this is no feigned ignorance. Augustus, your aunt sent you a message -- tell me, have you read it?'<|Q|>\n\nNow, owing to McFadden's want of consideration, this was my one weak point -- I had not read it, and thus I felt myself upon delicate ground. The message evidently related to business of importance which was to be transacted in this Grey Chamber, and as the genuine McFadden clearly knew all about it, it would have been simply suicidal to confess my own ignorance.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_21": "The squad went in, tired and sore; all had taken a severe beating in the brawls. But there was little grumbling. Gordon saw grudging admiration in their eyes for Murdoch, who had taken more punishment than they had.\n\nGordon rode back in the official car with Murdoch and both were silent most of the way. But the captain stirred finally, sighing. <|Q|>\"Poor devils!\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon jerked up in surprise. \"The gang?\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_36": "\u201cOn innocent little precious lives. They were in your charge.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, they were not in mine!\u201d<|Q|> she roundly and distressfully returned. \u201cThe master believed in him and placed him here because he was supposed not to be well and the country air so good for him. So he had everything to say. Yes\u201d \u2014 she let me have it \u2014 \u201ceven about them.\u201d\n\n\u201cThem \u2014 that creature?\u201d I had to smother a kind of howl. \u201cAnd you could bear it!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_9": "She looked immensely scared again. \u201cThe child?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHeaven forbid! The man. He wants to appear to them.\u201d<|Q|> That he might was an awful conception, and yet, somehow, I could keep it at bay; which, moreover, as we lingered there, was what I succeeded in practically proving. I had an absolute certainty that I should see again what I had already seen, but something within me said that by offering myself bravely as the sole subject of such experience, by accepting, by inviting, by surmounting it all, I should serve as an expiatory victim and guard the tranquility of my companions. The children, in especial, I should thus fence about and absolutely save. I recall one of the last things I said that night to Mrs. Grose.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_39": "\u201cNo, they were not in mine!\u201d she roundly and distressfully returned. \u201cThe master believed in him and placed him here because he was supposed not to be well and the country air so good for him. So he had everything to say. Yes\u201d \u2014 she let me have it \u2014 \u201ceven about them.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThem \u2014 that creature?\u201d<|Q|> I had to smother a kind of howl. \u201cAnd you could bear it!\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. I couldn\u2019t \u2014 and I can\u2019t now!\u201d And the poor woman burst into tears.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_40": "\u201cNo, they were not in mine!\u201d she roundly and distressfully returned. \u201cThe master believed in him and placed him here because he was supposed not to be well and the country air so good for him. So he had everything to say. Yes\u201d \u2014 she let me have it \u2014 \u201ceven about them.\u201d\n\n\u201cThem \u2014 that creature?\u201d I had to smother a kind of howl. <|Q|>\u201cAnd you could bear it!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo. I couldn\u2019t \u2014 and I can\u2019t now!\u201d And the poor woman burst into tears.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_29": "\"It didn't affect Honest Izzy,\" Gordon pointed out.\n\n<|Q|>\"Nope. Because Izzy is always honest, according to how he sees it. But you got Earth ideas of the stuff, like I had once. Too bad.\"<|Q|> He sighed ponderously.\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_0": "Gordon reported for work with a sense of the bottom falling out, mixed with a vague relief.\n\n<|Q|>\"You're going to be busy,\"<|Q|> Murdoch announced shortly in the dilapidated building that had been hastily converted to a precinct house. \"Damn it, you're men, not sharks. I've got a free hand, and we're going to run this the way we would on Earth. Your job is to protect the citizens here -- and that means everyone not breaking the laws -- whether you feel like it or not. No graft. The first man making a shakedown will get the same treatment we're going to use on the Stonewall boys. You'll get double pay here, and you can live on it!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_0": "\"All police and officers who remain loyal to the legal government will be accepted at their present grade or higher. To those who now leave the illegal Municipal Force and accept their duty with the Legal Force, there will be no question of past conduct. Nor will they suffer financially from the change!\n\n<|Q|>\"Banks will be reopened as rapidly as the Legal Government can extend its control, and all deposits previously made will be honored in full.\"<|Q|>\n\nThat brought a cheer from the crowd, as the sound truck moved on. Gordon saw two of the police officers nearby fingering their badges thoughtfully.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_17": "\u201cAh, don\u2019t try him!\u201d broke from Mrs. Grose.\n\nI returned her the look she had given me. \u201cDon\u2019t be afraid.\u201d I continued to think. <|Q|>\u201cIt is rather odd.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat he has never spoken of him?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_41": "\u201cThem \u2014 that creature?\u201d I had to smother a kind of howl. \u201cAnd you could bear it!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo. I couldn\u2019t \u2014 and I can\u2019t now!\u201d<|Q|> And the poor woman burst into tears.\n\nA rigid control, from the next day, was, as I have said, to follow them; yet how often and how passionately, for a week, we came back together to the subject! Much as we had discussed it that Sunday night, I was, in the immediate later hours in especial \u2014 for it may be imagined whether I slept \u2014 still haunted with the shadow of something she had not told me. I myself had kept back nothing, but there was a word Mrs. Grose had kept back. I was sure, moreover, by morning, that this was not from a failure of frankness, but because on every side there were fears. It seems to me indeed, in retrospect, that by the time the morrow\u2019s sun was high I had restlessly read into the fact before us almost all the meaning they were to receive from subsequent and more cruel occurrences. What they gave me above all was just the sinister figure of the living man \u2014 the dead one would keep awhile! \u2014 and of the months he had continuously passed at Bly, which, added up, made a formidable stretch. The limit of this evil time had arrived only when, on the dawn of a winter\u2019s morning, Peter Quint was found, by a laborer going to early work, stone dead on the road from the village: a catastrophe explained \u2014 superficially at least \u2014 by a visible wound to his head; such a wound as might have been produced \u2014 and as, on the final evidence, had been \u2014 by a fatal slip, in the dark and after leaving the public house, on the steepish icy slope, a wrong path altogether, at the bottom of which he lay. The icy slope, the turn mistaken at night and in liquor, accounted for much \u2014 practically, in the end and after the inquest and boundless chatter, for everything; but there had been matters in his life \u2014 strange passages and perils, secret disorders, vices more than suspected \u2014 that would have accounted for a good deal more.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_6": "He swallowed the sentiment; his own club was moving now. Standing beside Murdoch, they were moving forward. The other four cops had come in reluctantly.\n\n<|Q|>\"Knock them out and kick them down!\"<|Q|> Murdoch yelled. \"And don't let them get away!\"\n\nGordon was after a thug who was attempting to run away. He brought him to the ground with a single blow across the kidneys.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_7": "He swallowed the sentiment; his own club was moving now. Standing beside Murdoch, they were moving forward. The other four cops had come in reluctantly.\n\n\"Knock them out and kick them down!\" Murdoch yelled. <|Q|>\"And don't let them get away!\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon was after a thug who was attempting to run away. He brought him to the ground with a single blow across the kidneys.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_6": "\"There are heat tablets, and a skin tub.\" The salesgirl had explained how one gallon was enough in the plastic bag that served as a tub; he had his doubts. \"Detergent. The whole works.\"\n\nShe hauled the stuff in and started to close the panel. Then she hesitated. <|Q|>\"I suppose I should thank you, but I don't like to be told I stink so much you can't stand me in the next room!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Hell, I've gotten so I can stand your grandfather,\" he answered. \"It wasn't that.\" The panel slammed shut.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_8": "Gordon was after a thug who was attempting to run away. He brought him to the ground with a single blow across the kidneys.\n\nIt was soon over. They rounded up the men of the gang, and one of the cops started off. Murdoch called, <|Q|>\"Where are you going?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"To find a phone and call the wagon.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_8": "Under it lay a thin metal plate that glowed faintly even in the dim light of Izzy's room! Gordon nearly dropped it. He'd seen such an identification plate once before.\n\nThe printing on it leaped at him: <|Q|>\"This will identify the bearer, BRUCE IRVING GORDON, as a PRIME agent of the Office of Solar Security, empowered to make and execute any and all directives under the powers of this office.\"<|Q|> The printing in capitals was obviously done by hand, but with the same catalytic \"ink\" as the rest of the badge. Murdoch must have prepared it, hidden it in the notebook, then died before the secret could be revealed.\n\nA knock sounded from across the hall. Gordon thrust the damning badge as deep into his pouch as he could cram it and looked out. It was Mother Corey.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_28": "\u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d he said heavily.\n\nHilda shivered and sat still. Bartley leaned his head in his hands and spoke through his teeth. <|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s got to be a clean break, Hilda. I can\u2019t see you at all, anywhere. What I mean is that I want you to promise never to see me again, no matter how often I come, no matter how hard I beg.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda sprang up like a flame. She stood over him with her hands clenched at her side, her body rigid.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_11": "When the hoods came to, they found themselves helpless, and facing police with clubs. If they tried to run, they were hit from behind; if they stood still, they were clubbed carefully. If they fought back, the pugnaciousness was knocked out of them at once.\n\nMurdoch indicated one who stood with his shoulders shaking and tears running down his cheeks. The captain's face was as sick as Gordon felt. <|Q|>\"Take him aside. Names.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon found a section away from the others. \"I want the name of every man in the gang you can remember,\" he told the man.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_25": "I forbore, for the moment, to analyze this description further than by the reflection that a part of it applied to several of the members of the household, of the half-dozen maids and men who were still of our small colony. But there was everything, for our apprehension, in the lucky fact that no discomfortable legend, no perturbation of scullions, had ever, within anyone\u2019s memory attached to the kind old place. It had neither bad name nor ill fame, and Mrs. Grose, most apparently, only desired to cling to me and to quake in silence. I even put her, the very last thing of all, to the test. It was when, at midnight, she had her hand on the schoolroom door to take leave. <|Q|>\u201cI have it from you then \u2014 for it\u2019s of great importance \u2014 that he was definitely and admittedly bad?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, not admittedly. I knew it \u2014 but the master didn\u2019t.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_27": "\u201cOh, not admittedly. I knew it \u2014 but the master didn\u2019t.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd you never told him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, he didn\u2019t like tale-bearing \u2014 he hated complaints. He was terribly short with anything of that kind, and if people were all right to him \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_13": "Gordon found a section away from the others. \"I want the name of every man in the gang you can remember,\" he told the man.\n\nHorror shot over the other's bruised features. <|Q|>\"Colonel, they'd kill me! I don't know.\"<|Q|>\n\nHis screams were almost worse than the beating but names began to come. Gordon took them down, and then returned with the man to the others.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_14": "\"So?\" Gordon asked. He could have told Trench that the fund was good-enough reason for most police deserting.\n\nTrench put his coffee down and yelled for more. It was obvious he'd spent the night without sleep. <|Q|>\"So we're going to need men with guts. Gordon, you had training under Murdoch -- who knew his business. And you aren't a coward, as most of these fat fools are. I've got a proposition, straight from Wayne.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I'm listening.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_16": "He turned and moved off down the street, the others at his side. Gordon nodded. \"I've heard the theory, but never saw it in practice. Suppose the whole gang jumps us at once?\"\n\nMurdoch shrugged. <|Q|>\"Then we're taken. The old book I got the idea from didn't mention that.\"<|Q|>\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_19": "\"Then you'd better look again,\" Gordon told him. He'd gone to the door and was peering out. Up the narrow little street was rolling a group of about seventy Municipal police and half a dozen small trucks. The men were wearing guns. And up the street a man in bright green uniform was pounding his fist up and down in emphasis as he called in over the precinct box.\n\n\"The idiot!\" Trench grabbed Gordon and spun out, running toward the advancing men. <|Q|>\"We've got to stop this. Get my car -- up the street -- call Arliss on the phone -- under the dash. Or Wayne. I'll bring Hendrix.\"<|Q|>\n\nTrench's system made some sense, and this business of marching as to war made none at all. Gordon grabbed the phone from under the dash. A sleepy voice answered to say that Commissioner Arliss and Mayor Wayne were sleeping. They'd had a hard night, and...", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_31": "She felt my discrimination. \u201cI daresay I was wrong. But, really, I was afraid.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAfraid of what?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOf things that man could do. Quint was so clever \u2014 he was so deep.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_19": "The one good thing about the captain, Gordon decided, was that he believed in doing his own dirtiest work. When he was finished, he turned to two of the other captives.\n\n<|Q|>\"Get a stretcher, and take him wherever he belongs,\"<|Q|> he ordered. \"I'm leaving you two able to walk for that. But if you get caught again, you'll get still worse.\"\n\nThe squad went in, tired and sore; all had taken a severe beating in the brawls. But there was little grumbling. Gordon saw grudging admiration in their eyes for Murdoch, who had taken more punishment than they had.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_20": "Trench's system made some sense, and this business of marching as to war made none at all. Gordon grabbed the phone from under the dash. A sleepy voice answered to say that Commissioner Arliss and Mayor Wayne were sleeping. They'd had a hard night, and...\n\n<|Q|>\"Damn it, there's a rebellion going on!\"<|Q|> Gordon told the man. Rebellion, rebellion! He'd meant to say revolution, but...\n\nTrench was arguing frantically with the pompous figure of Captain Hendrix. From the other end of the street, a group of small cars appeared; and men began piling out, all in shiny green.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_34": "I took this in still more than, probably, I showed. \u201cYou weren\u2019t afraid of anything else? Not of his effect \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHis effect?\u201d<|Q|> she repeated with a face of anguish and waiting while I faltered.\n\n\u201cOn innocent little precious lives. They were in your charge.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_0": "As for Cosette, she had not been initiated into any of these secrets; but it would be harsh to condemn her also.\n\nThere existed between Marius and her an all-powerful magnetism, which caused her to do, instinctively and almost mechanically, what Marius wished. She was conscious of Marius\u2019 will in the direction of <|Q|>\u201cMonsieur Jean,\u201d<|Q|> she conformed to it. Her husband had not been obliged to say anything to her; she yielded to the vague but clear pressure of his tacit intentions, and obeyed blindly. Her obedience in this instance consisted in not remembering what Marius forgot. She was not obliged to make any effort to accomplish this. Without her knowing why herself, and without his having any cause to accuse her of it, her soul had become so wholly her husband\u2019s that that which was shrouded in gloom in Marius\u2019 mind became overcast in hers.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_23": "\"No, the cops they're giving me. We're covered, Gordon. But the Stonewall gang is backing Wayne. He's let me come in because he figures it will get him more votes. But afterwards, he'll have me out; and then the boys with me will be marks for the gang when it comes back. Besides, it'll show on the books that they didn't kick into his fund. I can always go back to Earth, and I'll try to take you along. But it's going to be tough on them.\"\n\nBruce Gordon grimaced. <|Q|>\"I've got a yellow ticket, from Security.\"<|Q|>\n\nMurdoch blinked. He dropped his eyes slowly. \"So you're that Gordon? But you're still a good cop.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_35": "\u201cHis effect?\u201d she repeated with a face of anguish and waiting while I faltered.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOn innocent little precious lives. They were in your charge.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, they were not in mine!\u201d she roundly and distressfully returned. \u201cThe master believed in him and placed him here because he was supposed not to be well and the country air so good for him. So he had everything to say. Yes\u201d \u2014 she let me have it \u2014 \u201ceven about them.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_2": "Let us not go too far, however; in what concerns Jean Valjean, this forgetfulness and obliteration were merely superficial. She was rather heedless than forgetful. At bottom, she was sincerely attached to the man whom she had so long called her father; but she loved her husband still more dearly. This was what had somewhat disturbed the balance of her heart, which leaned to one side only.\n\nIt sometimes happened that Cosette spoke of Jean Valjean and expressed her surprise. Then Marius calmed her: \u201cHe is absent, I think. Did not he say that he was setting out on a journey?\u201d \u2014 \u201cThat is true,\u201d thought Cosette. <|Q|>\u201cHe had a habit of disappearing in this fashion. But not for so long.\u201d<|Q|> Two or three times she despatched Nicolette to inquire in the Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9 whether M. Jean had returned from his journey. Jean Valjean caused the answer \u201cno\u201d to be given.\n\nCosette asked nothing more, since she had but one need on earth, Marius.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_4": "His portress, who prepared his scanty repasts, a few cabbages or potatoes with bacon, glanced at the brown earthenware plate and exclaimed:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut you ate nothing yesterday, poor, dear man!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCertainly I did,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_26": "\"What makes you think Wayne will be re-elected? Nobody wants him, except a gang of crooks and those in power.\"\n\nMurdoch grinned bitterly. <|Q|>\"Ever see a Martian election? No, you're a firster. He can't lose! And then hell is going to pop, and this whole planet may be blown wide open!\"<|Q|>\n\nIt fitted with the dire predictions of Security, and with the spying Gordon was going to do -- according to them.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_5": "\u201cBut you ate nothing yesterday, poor, dear man!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCertainly I did,\u201d<|Q|> replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThe plate is quite full.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_1": "\"Let them open their banks -- our banks -- again. And when they have established your accounts, go in and collect the money! If they give it to you, Mars is that much richer. If they don't, you'll know they're lying.\n\n<|Q|>\"Let them bribe us if they like. We're going to win this war.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon felt the crowd's reaction twist again, and he had to admit that Wayne had played his cards well.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_15": "\u201cThe circumstances of his death?\u201d I thought with some intensity. \u201cPerhaps not. But Miles would remember \u2014 Miles would know.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh, don\u2019t try him!\u201d<|Q|> broke from Mrs. Grose.\n\nI returned her the look she had given me. \u201cDon\u2019t be afraid.\u201d I continued to think. \u201cIt is rather odd.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_2": "He picked up the stuff from his bed and started to sweep it aside before he lay down. Then he remembered at last; he knocked on the panel, until it finally opened a crack.\n\n\"Here,\" he told her. <|Q|>\"Food, and some other stuff. There are some refuse bags, too. Yell when you want them removed.\"<|Q|>\n\nShe took the bundles woodenly until she came to a plastic can. Then she gasped. \"Water! Two gallons!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_3": "\"Here,\" he told her. \"Food, and some other stuff. There are some refuse bags, too. Yell when you want them removed.\"\n\nShe took the bundles woodenly until she came to a plastic can. Then she gasped. <|Q|>\"Water! Two gallons!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"There are heat tablets, and a skin tub.\" The salesgirl had explained how one gallon was enough in the plastic bag that served as a tub; he had his doubts. \"Detergent. The whole works.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_4": "She took the bundles woodenly until she came to a plastic can. Then she gasped. \"Water! Two gallons!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"There are heat tablets, and a skin tub.\"<|Q|> The salesgirl had explained how one gallon was enough in the plastic bag that served as a tub; he had his doubts. \"Detergent. The whole works.\"\n\nShe hauled the stuff in and started to close the panel. Then she hesitated. \"I suppose I should thank you, but I don't like to be told I stink so much you can't stand me in the next room!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_5": "She took the bundles woodenly until she came to a plastic can. Then she gasped. \"Water! Two gallons!\"\n\n\"There are heat tablets, and a skin tub.\" The salesgirl had explained how one gallon was enough in the plastic bag that served as a tub; he had his doubts. <|Q|>\"Detergent. The whole works.\"<|Q|>\n\nShe hauled the stuff in and started to close the panel. Then she hesitated. \"I suppose I should thank you, but I don't like to be told I stink so much you can't stand me in the next room!\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_21": "\u201cNever by the least allusion. And you tell me they were \u2018great friends\u2019?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, it wasn\u2019t him!\u201d Mrs. Grose with emphasis declared. <|Q|>\u201cIt was Quint\u2019s own fancy. To play with him, I mean \u2014 to spoil him.\u201d<|Q|> She paused a moment; then she added: \u201cQuint was much too free.\u201d\n\nThis gave me, straight from my vision of his face \u2014 such a face! \u2014 a sudden sickness of disgust. \u201cToo free with my boy?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_14": "\u201cI promise you that I will eat them,\u201d he said, in his benevolent voice.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI am not pleased with you,\u201d<|Q|> replied the portress.\n\nJean Valjean saw no other human creature than this good woman. There are streets in Paris through which no one ever passes, and houses to which no one ever comes. He was in one of those streets and one of those houses.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_7": "She hauled the stuff in and started to close the panel. Then she hesitated. \"I suppose I should thank you, but I don't like to be told I stink so much you can't stand me in the next room!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Hell, I've gotten so I can stand your grandfather,\"<|Q|> he answered. \"It wasn't that.\" The panel slammed shut.\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_9": "A knock sounded from across the hall. Gordon thrust the damning badge as deep into his pouch as he could cram it and looked out. It was Mother Corey.\n\n<|Q|>\"You've got a visitor -- outside,\"<|Q|> he announced. \"Trench. And I don't like the stench of that kind of cop in my place. Get him away, cobber, get him away!\"\n\nGordon found Trench pacing up and down in front of the house, scowling up at it. But the ex-Marine smiled as he saw Bruce Gordon in uniform. \"Good. At least some men are loyal. Had breakfast, Gordon?\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_18": "The portress set to scraping away the grass from what she called her pavement, with an old knife, and, as she tore out the blades, she grumbled:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s a shame. Such a neat old man! He\u2019s as white as a chicken.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe caught sight of the doctor of the quarter as he passed the end of the street; she took it upon herself to request him to come upstairs.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_10": "A knock sounded from across the hall. Gordon thrust the damning badge as deep into his pouch as he could cram it and looked out. It was Mother Corey.\n\n\"You've got a visitor -- outside,\" he announced. <|Q|>\"Trench. And I don't like the stench of that kind of cop in my place. Get him away, cobber, get him away!\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon found Trench pacing up and down in front of the house, scowling up at it. But the ex-Marine smiled as he saw Bruce Gordon in uniform. \"Good. At least some men are loyal. Had breakfast, Gordon?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_12": "Gordon found Trench pacing up and down in front of the house, scowling up at it. But the ex-Marine smiled as he saw Bruce Gordon in uniform. \"Good. At least some men are loyal. Had breakfast, Gordon?\"\n\nGordon shook his head, and realized suddenly that the decision seemed to have been taken out of his hands. They crossed the street and went down half a block. \"All right,\" he said, when the coffee began waking him. <|Q|>\"What's the angle?\"<|Q|>\n\nTrench dropped the eyes that had been boring into him. \"I'll have to trust you, Gordon. I've never been sure. But either you're loyal now or I can't depend on anyone being loyal.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_19": "She caught sight of the doctor of the quarter as he passed the end of the street; she took it upon herself to request him to come upstairs.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s on the second floor,\u201d<|Q|> said she. \u201cYou have only to enter. As the good man no longer stirs from his bed, the door is always unlocked.\u201d\n\nThe doctor saw Jean Valjean and spoke with him.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_13": "Gordon shook his head, and realized suddenly that the decision seemed to have been taken out of his hands. They crossed the street and went down half a block. \"All right,\" he said, when the coffee began waking him. \"What's the angle?\"\n\nTrench dropped the eyes that had been boring into him. <|Q|>\"I'll have to trust you, Gordon. I've never been sure. But either you're loyal now or I can't depend on anyone being loyal.\"<|Q|>\n\nDuring the night, it seemed, the Legal Force had been recruiting. Wayne, Arliss, and the rest of the administration had counted on self-interest holding most of the cops loyal to them. They'd been wrong. Legal forces already controlled about half the city.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_20": "She caught sight of the doctor of the quarter as he passed the end of the street; she took it upon herself to request him to come upstairs.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s on the second floor,\u201d said she. <|Q|>\u201cYou have only to enter. As the good man no longer stirs from his bed, the door is always unlocked.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe doctor saw Jean Valjean and spoke with him.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_23": "\u201cWhat is the matter with him?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cEverything and nothing. He is a man who, to all appearances, has lost some person who is dear to him. People die of that.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat did he say to you?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_18": "A hubbub sounded outside, and Trench grimaced as a police whistle sounded, and a Municipal cop ran by. \"We're in enemy territory,\" he said. \"The Legals got this precinct last night. Captain Hendrix and some of his men wanted to come back with full battle equipment and chase them out. I had a hell of a time getting them to take it easy. I suppose that was some damned fool who tried to go back to his beat.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Then you'd better look again,\"<|Q|> Gordon told him. He'd gone to the door and was peering out. Up the narrow little street was rolling a group of about seventy Municipal police and half a dozen small trucks. The men were wearing guns. And up the street a man in bright green uniform was pounding his fist up and down in emphasis as he called in over the precinct box.\n\n\"The idiot!\" Trench grabbed Gordon and spun out, running toward the advancing men. \"We've got to stop this. Get my car -- up the street -- call Arliss on the phone -- under the dash. Or Wayne. I'll bring Hendrix.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_17": "Trouble began brewing shortly after, though. Men stood outside, studying the cops on their beat. Murdoch sent one of the men to pick up a second squad of six, and then a third. After that, the watchers began to melt away.\n\n<|Q|>\"We'd better shift to another territory,\"<|Q|> Murdoch decided. Gordon realized that the gang had figured that concentrating the police here meant other territories would be safe.\n\nTwo more groups were given the treatment. In the third one, Bruce Gordon spotted one of the men who'd been beaten before. He was a sick-looking spectacle.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_18": "Two more groups were given the treatment. In the third one, Bruce Gordon spotted one of the men who'd been beaten before. He was a sick-looking spectacle.\n\nMurdoch nodded. <|Q|>\"Object lesson!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe one good thing about the captain, Gordon decided, was that he believed in doing his own dirtiest work. When he was finished, he turned to two of the other captives.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_21": "Trench was arguing frantically with the pompous figure of Captain Hendrix. From the other end of the street, a group of small cars appeared; and men began piling out, all in shiny green.\n\n\"Who's this?\" the phone asked. When Gordon identified himself, there was a snort of disgust. <|Q|>\"Yes, yes, congratulations. Trench was quite right; you're fully authorized. Did you call me out of bed just to check on that, young man?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No, I -- \" Then he hung up. Hendrix had dropped to his knees and fired before Trench could knock the gun from his hands.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_0": "I had so perfectly expected that the return of my pupils would be marked by a demonstration that I was freshly upset at having to take into account that they were dumb about my absence. Instead of gaily denouncing and caressing me, they made no allusion to my having failed them, and I was left, for the time, on perceiving that she too said nothing, to study Mrs. Grose\u2019s odd face. I did this to such purpose that I made sure they had in some way bribed her to silence; a silence that, however, I would engage to break down on the first private opportunity. This opportunity came before tea: I secured five minutes with her in the housekeeper\u2019s room, where, in the twilight, amid a smell of lately baked bread, but with the place all swept and garnished, I found her sitting in pained placidity before the fire. So I see her still, so I see her best: facing the flame from her straight chair in the dusky, shining room, a large clean image of the \u201cput away\u201d \u2014 of drawers closed and locked and rest without a remedy.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, yes, they asked me to say nothing; and to please them \u2014 so long as they were there \u2014 of course I promised. But what had happened to you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI only went with you for the walk,\u201d I said. \u201cI had then to come back to meet a friend.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_25": "They rode on further in silence, until Gordon broke the ice to ease the tension. He found himself liking the other.\n\n<|Q|>\"What makes you think Wayne will be re-elected? Nobody wants him, except a gang of crooks and those in power.\"<|Q|>\n\nMurdoch grinned bitterly. \"Ever see a Martian election? No, you're a firster. He can't lose! And then hell is going to pop, and this whole planet may be blown wide open!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_28": "\"And you'll turn honest all over, now you're in uniform. Take me, cobber. I figured on laying low for a while, then opening up a few rooms for a good pusher or two, maybe a high-class duchess. Cost 'em more, but they'd be respectable. Only now I'm respectable myself, they don't look so good. But this honesty stuff, it's like dope. You start out on a little, and you have to go all the way.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"It didn't affect Honest Izzy,\"<|Q|> Gordon pointed out.\n\n\"Nope. Because Izzy is always honest, according to how he sees it. But you got Earth ideas of the stuff, like I had once. Too bad.\" He sighed ponderously.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_3": "Marius gradually won Cosette away from Jean Valjean. Cosette allowed it.\n\nMoreover that which is called, far too harshly in certain cases, the ingratitude of children, is not always a thing so deserving of reproach as it is supposed. It is the ingratitude of nature. Nature, as we have elsewhere said, <|Q|>\u201clooks before her.\u201d<|Q|> Nature divides living beings into those who are arriving and those who are departing. Those who are departing are turned towards the shadows, those who are arriving towards the light. Hence a gulf which is fatal on the part of the old, and involuntary on the part of the young. This breach, at first insensible, increases slowly, like all separations of branches. The boughs, without becoming detached from the trunk, grow away from it. It is no fault of theirs. Youth goes where there is joy, festivals, vivid lights, love. Old age goes towards the end. They do not lose sight of each other, but there is no longer a close connection. Young people feel the cooling off of life; old people, that of the tomb. Let us not blame these poor children.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_1": "Let us not go too far, however; in what concerns Jean Valjean, this forgetfulness and obliteration were merely superficial. She was rather heedless than forgetful. At bottom, she was sincerely attached to the man whom she had so long called her father; but she loved her husband still more dearly. This was what had somewhat disturbed the balance of her heart, which leaned to one side only.\n\nIt sometimes happened that Cosette spoke of Jean Valjean and expressed her surprise. Then Marius calmed her: <|Q|>\u201cHe is absent, I think. Did not he say that he was setting out on a journey?\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 \u201cThat is true,\u201d thought Cosette. \u201cHe had a habit of disappearing in this fashion. But not for so long.\u201d Two or three times she despatched Nicolette to inquire in the Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9 whether M. Jean had returned from his journey. Jean Valjean caused the answer \u201cno\u201d to be given.\n\nCosette asked nothing more, since she had but one need on earth, Marius.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_2": "He opened up a box on his desk and pulled out six heavy wooden sticks, each thirty inches long and nearly two inches in diameter. There was a shaped grip on each, with a thong of leather to hold it over the wrist.\n\nHe picked out five of the men, including Gordon <|Q|>\"You five will come with me. I'm going to show how we operate. The rest of you can team up any way you want tonight, pick any route that's open. Okay, men, let's go.\"<|Q|>\n\nBruce Gordon grinned slowly as he swung the stick, and Murdoch's eyes fell on him. \"Earth cop!\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_6": "\u201cCertainly I did,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe plate is quite full.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cLook at the water jug. It is empty.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_7": "\u201cFor not alluding to your leaving us? Yes; they said you would like it better. Do you like it better?\u201d\n\nMy face had made her rueful. <|Q|>\u201cNo, I like it worse!\u201d<|Q|> But after an instant I added: \u201cDid they say why I should like it better?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; Master Miles only said, \u2018We must do nothing but what she likes!\u2019\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_8": "\u201cLook at the water jug. It is empty.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat proves that you have drunk; it does not prove that you have eaten.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cwhat if I felt hungry only for water?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_9": "\u201cThat proves that you have drunk; it does not prove that you have eaten.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said Jean Valjean, <|Q|>\u201cwhat if I felt hungry only for water?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat is called thirst, and, when one does not eat at the same time, it is called fever.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_10": "\u201cWell,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cwhat if I felt hungry only for water?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat is called thirst, and, when one does not eat at the same time, it is called fever.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI will eat to-morrow.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_11": "\u201cThat is called thirst, and, when one does not eat at the same time, it is called fever.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI will eat to-morrow.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOr at Trinity day. Why not to-day? Is it the thing to say: \u2018I will eat to-morrow\u2019? The idea of leaving my platter without even touching it! My lady-finger potatoes were so good!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_11": "\u201cI wish indeed he would. And what did Flora say?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMiss Flora was too sweet. She said, \u2018Oh, of course, of course!\u2019 \u2014 and I said the same.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI thought a moment. \u201cYou were too sweet, too \u2014 I can hear you all. But nonetheless, between Miles and me, it\u2019s now all out.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_13": "Jean Valjean took the old woman\u2019s hand:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI promise you that I will eat them,\u201d<|Q|> he said, in his benevolent voice.\n\n\u201cI am not pleased with you,\u201d replied the portress.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_23": "\u201cOh, it wasn\u2019t him!\u201d Mrs. Grose with emphasis declared. \u201cIt was Quint\u2019s own fancy. To play with him, I mean \u2014 to spoil him.\u201d She paused a moment; then she added: \u201cQuint was much too free.\u201d\n\nThis gave me, straight from my vision of his face \u2014 such a face! \u2014 a sudden sickness of disgust. <|Q|>\u201cToo free with my boy?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cToo free with everyone!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_15": "\u201cAll out?\u201d My companion stared. \u201cBut what, miss?\u201d\n\n\u201cEverything. It doesn\u2019t matter. I\u2019ve made up my mind. I came home, my dear,\u201d I went on, <|Q|>\u201cfor a talk with Miss Jessel.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI had by this time formed the habit of having Mrs. Grose literally well in hand in advance of my sounding that note; so that even now, as she bravely blinked under the signal of my word, I could keep her comparatively firm. \u201cA talk! Do you mean she spoke?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_15": "While he still went out, he had purchased of a coppersmith, for a few sous, a little copper crucifix which he had hung up on a nail opposite his bed. That gibbet is always good to look at.\n\nA week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He still remained in bed. The portress said to her husband: \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cThe good man upstairs yonder does not get up, he no longer eats, he will not last long. That man has his sorrows, that he has. You won\u2019t get it out of my head that his daughter has made a bad marriage.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe porter replied, with the tone of marital sovereignty:", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_16": "\u201cEverything. It doesn\u2019t matter. I\u2019ve made up my mind. I came home, my dear,\u201d I went on, \u201cfor a talk with Miss Jessel.\u201d\n\nI had by this time formed the habit of having Mrs. Grose literally well in hand in advance of my sounding that note; so that even now, as she bravely blinked under the signal of my word, I could keep her comparatively firm. <|Q|>\u201cA talk! Do you mean she spoke?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt came to that. I found her, on my return, in the schoolroom.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_18": "\u201cIt came to that. I found her, on my return, in the schoolroom.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd what did she say?\u201d<|Q|> I can hear the good woman still, and the candor of her stupefaction.\n\n\u201cThat she suffers the torments \u2014 !\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_19": "\u201cAnd what did she say?\u201d I can hear the good woman still, and the candor of her stupefaction.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat she suffers the torments \u2014 !\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt was this, of a truth, that made her, as she filled out my picture, gape. \u201cDo you mean,\u201d she faltered, \u201c \u2014 of the lost?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_06_james_64kb_28": "\u201cWell, he didn\u2019t like tale-bearing \u2014 he hated complaints. He was terribly short with anything of that kind, and if people were all right to him \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t be bothered with more?\u201d<|Q|> This squared well enough with my impressions of him: he was not a trouble-loving gentleman, nor so very particular perhaps about some of the company he kept. All the same, I pressed my interlocutress. \u201cI promise you I would have told!\u201d\n\nShe felt my discrimination. \u201cI daresay I was wrong. But, really, I was afraid.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_20": "\u201cOf the lost. Of the damned. And that\u2019s why, to share them \u2014 \u201d I faltered myself with the horror of it.\n\nBut my companion, with less imagination, kept me up. <|Q|>\u201cTo share them \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cShe wants Flora.\u201d Mrs. Grose might, as I gave it to her, fairly have fallen away from me had I not been prepared. I still held her there, to show I was. \u201cAs I\u2019ve told you, however, it doesn\u2019t matter.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_22": "\u201cYour sick man is very ill indeed.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat is the matter with him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cEverything and nothing. He is a man who, to all appearances, has lost some person who is dear to him. People die of that.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_22": "But my companion, with less imagination, kept me up. \u201cTo share them \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n\u201cShe wants Flora.\u201d Mrs. Grose might, as I gave it to her, fairly have fallen away from me had I not been prepared. I still held her there, to show I was. <|Q|>\u201cAs I\u2019ve told you, however, it doesn\u2019t matter.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBecause you\u2019ve made up your mind? But to what?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_21": "But my companion, with less imagination, kept me up. \u201cTo share them \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShe wants Flora.\u201d<|Q|> Mrs. Grose might, as I gave it to her, fairly have fallen away from me had I not been prepared. I still held her there, to show I was. \u201cAs I\u2019ve told you, however, it doesn\u2019t matter.\u201d\n\n\u201cBecause you\u2019ve made up your mind? But to what?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_26": "\u201cHe told me that he was in good health.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShall you come again, doctor?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d replied the doctor. \u201cBut some one else besides must come.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_25": "\u201cTo everything.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd what do you call \u2018everything\u2019?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, sending for their uncle.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_25": "\u201cWhat did he say to you?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe told me that he was in good health.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cShall you come again, doctor?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_24": "Bruce Gordon grimaced. \"I've got a yellow ticket, from Security.\"\n\nMurdoch blinked. He dropped his eyes slowly. <|Q|>\"So you're that Gordon? But you're still a good cop.\"<|Q|>\n\nThey rode on further in silence, until Gordon broke the ice to ease the tension. He found himself liking the other.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_28": "\u201cYes, miss \u2014 \u201d my companion pressed me.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, there\u2019s that awful reason.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThere were now clearly so many of these for my poor colleague that she was excusable for being vague. \u201cBut \u2014 a \u2014 which?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_1": "\u201cOh, yes, they asked me to say nothing; and to please them \u2014 so long as they were there \u2014 of course I promised. But what had happened to you?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI only went with you for the walk,\u201d<|Q|> I said. \u201cI had then to come back to meet a friend.\u201d\n\nShe showed her surprise. \u201cA friend \u2014 you?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_4": "She showed her surprise. \u201cA friend \u2014 you?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, yes, I have a couple!\u201d<|Q|> I laughed. \u201cBut did the children give you a reason?\u201d\n\n\u201cFor not alluding to your leaving us? Yes; they said you would like it better. Do you like it better?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_32": "\u201cYou\u2019ll show it to the master?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI ought to have done so on the instant.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, no!\u201d said Mrs. Grose with decision.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_5": "She showed her surprise. \u201cA friend \u2014 you?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, yes, I have a couple!\u201d I laughed. <|Q|>\u201cBut did the children give you a reason?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFor not alluding to your leaving us? Yes; they said you would like it better. Do you like it better?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_6": "\u201cOh, yes, I have a couple!\u201d I laughed. \u201cBut did the children give you a reason?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFor not alluding to your leaving us? Yes; they said you would like it better. Do you like it better?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy face had made her rueful. \u201cNo, I like it worse!\u201d But after an instant I added: \u201cDid they say why I should like it better?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_35": "\u201cI\u2019ll put it before him,\u201d I went on inexorably, \u201cthat I can\u2019t undertake to work the question on behalf of a child who has been expelled \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFor we\u2019ve never in the least known what!\u201d<|Q|> Mrs. Grose declared.\n\n\u201cFor wickedness. For what else \u2014 when he\u2019s so clever and beautiful and perfect? Is he stupid? Is he untidy? Is he infirm? Is he ill-natured? He\u2019s exquisite \u2014 so it can be only that; and that would open up the whole thing. After all,\u201d I said, \u201cit\u2019s their uncle\u2019s fault. If he left here such people \u2014 !\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_37": "\u201cFor we\u2019ve never in the least known what!\u201d Mrs. Grose declared.\n\n\u201cFor wickedness. For what else \u2014 when he\u2019s so clever and beautiful and perfect? Is he stupid? Is he untidy? Is he infirm? Is he ill-natured? He\u2019s exquisite \u2014 so it can be only that; and that would open up the whole thing. After all,\u201d I said, <|Q|>\u201cit\u2019s their uncle\u2019s fault. If he left here such people \u2014 !\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHe didn\u2019t really in the least know them. The fault\u2019s mine.\u201d She had turned quite pale.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_10": "\u201cNo; Master Miles only said, \u2018We must do nothing but what she likes!\u2019\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI wish indeed he would. And what did Flora say?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMiss Flora was too sweet. She said, \u2018Oh, of course, of course!\u2019 \u2014 and I said the same.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_38": "\u201cFor wickedness. For what else \u2014 when he\u2019s so clever and beautiful and perfect? Is he stupid? Is he untidy? Is he infirm? Is he ill-natured? He\u2019s exquisite \u2014 so it can be only that; and that would open up the whole thing. After all,\u201d I said, \u201cit\u2019s their uncle\u2019s fault. If he left here such people \u2014 !\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe didn\u2019t really in the least know them. The fault\u2019s mine.\u201d<|Q|> She had turned quite pale.\n\n\u201cWell, you shan\u2019t suffer,\u201d I answered.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_40": "\u201cWell, you shan\u2019t suffer,\u201d I answered.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe children shan\u2019t!\u201d<|Q|> she emphatically returned.\n\nI was silent awhile; we looked at each other. \u201cThen what am I to tell him?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_39": "\u201cHe didn\u2019t really in the least know them. The fault\u2019s mine.\u201d She had turned quite pale.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, you shan\u2019t suffer,\u201d<|Q|> I answered.\n\n\u201cThe children shan\u2019t!\u201d she emphatically returned.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_13": "I thought a moment. \u201cYou were too sweet, too \u2014 I can hear you all. But nonetheless, between Miles and me, it\u2019s now all out.\u201d\n\n\u201cAll out?\u201d My companion stared. <|Q|>\u201cBut what, miss?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cEverything. It doesn\u2019t matter. I\u2019ve made up my mind. I came home, my dear,\u201d I went on, \u201cfor a talk with Miss Jessel.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_14": "\u201cAll out?\u201d My companion stared. \u201cBut what, miss?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cEverything. It doesn\u2019t matter. I\u2019ve made up my mind. I came home, my dear,\u201d<|Q|> I went on, \u201cfor a talk with Miss Jessel.\u201d\n\nI had by this time formed the habit of having Mrs. Grose literally well in hand in advance of my sounding that note; so that even now, as she bravely blinked under the signal of my word, I could keep her comparatively firm. \u201cA talk! Do you mean she spoke?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_17": "\u201cIf he\u2019s rich, let him have a doctor. If he is not rich, let him go without. If he has no doctor he will die.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd if he has one?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHe will die,\u201d said the porter.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_11": "\"You've got a visitor -- outside,\" he announced. \"Trench. And I don't like the stench of that kind of cop in my place. Get him away, cobber, get him away!\"\n\nGordon found Trench pacing up and down in front of the house, scowling up at it. But the ex-Marine smiled as he saw Bruce Gordon in uniform. <|Q|>\"Good. At least some men are loyal. Had breakfast, Gordon?\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon shook his head, and realized suddenly that the decision seemed to have been taken out of his hands. They crossed the street and went down half a block. \"All right,\" he said, when the coffee began waking him. \"What's the angle?\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_17": "I had by this time formed the habit of having Mrs. Grose literally well in hand in advance of my sounding that note; so that even now, as she bravely blinked under the signal of my word, I could keep her comparatively firm. \u201cA talk! Do you mean she spoke?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt came to that. I found her, on my return, in the schoolroom.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd what did she say?\u201d I can hear the good woman still, and the candor of her stupefaction.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_16": "The porter replied, with the tone of marital sovereignty:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIf he\u2019s rich, let him have a doctor. If he is not rich, let him go without. If he has no doctor he will die.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd if he has one?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_48": "My question had a sarcastic force that I had not fully intended, and it made her, after a moment, inconsequently break down. The tears were again in her eyes. \u201cAh, miss, you write!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell \u2014 tonight,\u201d<|Q|> I at last answered; and on this we separated.\n\nXVII", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_17": "Comes the revolution and we'll all eat strawberries and scream!\n\nA hubbub sounded outside, and Trench grimaced as a police whistle sounded, and a Municipal cop ran by. \"We're in enemy territory,\" he said. <|Q|>\"The Legals got this precinct last night. Captain Hendrix and some of his men wanted to come back with full battle equipment and chase them out. I had a hell of a time getting them to take it easy. I suppose that was some damned fool who tried to go back to his beat.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Then you'd better look again,\" Gordon told him. He'd gone to the door and was peering out. Up the narrow little street was rolling a group of about seventy Municipal police and half a dozen small trucks. The men were wearing guns. And up the street a man in bright green uniform was pounding his fist up and down in emphasis as he called in over the precinct box.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_23": "\u201cShe wants Flora.\u201d Mrs. Grose might, as I gave it to her, fairly have fallen away from me had I not been prepared. I still held her there, to show I was. \u201cAs I\u2019ve told you, however, it doesn\u2019t matter.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBecause you\u2019ve made up your mind? But to what?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTo everything.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_11_delray_64kb_16": "Comes the revolution and we'll all eat strawberries and scream!\n\nA hubbub sounded outside, and Trench grimaced as a police whistle sounded, and a Municipal cop ran by. <|Q|>\"We're in enemy territory,\"<|Q|> he said. \"The Legals got this precinct last night. Captain Hendrix and some of his men wanted to come back with full battle equipment and chase them out. I had a hell of a time getting them to take it easy. I suppose that was some damned fool who tried to go back to his beat.\"\n\n\"Then you'd better look again,\" Gordon told him. He'd gone to the door and was peering out. Up the narrow little street was rolling a group of about seventy Municipal police and half a dozen small trucks. The men were wearing guns. And up the street a man in bright green uniform was pounding his fist up and down in emphasis as he called in over the precinct box.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_24": "\u201cEverything and nothing. He is a man who, to all appearances, has lost some person who is dear to him. People die of that.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat did he say to you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHe told me that he was in good health.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_24": "\u201cBecause you\u2019ve made up your mind? But to what?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo everything.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd what do you call \u2018everything\u2019?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_5": "He neither blanched nor winked. The whole thing was virtually out between us. \u201cAh, of course, she\u2019s a jolly, \u2018perfect\u2019 lady; but, after all, I\u2019m a fellow, don\u2019t you see? that\u2019s \u2014 well, getting on.\u201d\n\nI lingered there with him an instant ever so kindly. <|Q|>\u201cYes, you\u2019re getting on.\u201d<|Q|> Oh, but I felt helpless!\n\nI have kept to this day the heartbreaking little idea of how he seemed to know that and to play with it. \u201cAnd you can\u2019t say I\u2019ve not been awfully good, can you?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_27": "\u201cShall you come again, doctor?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d replied the doctor. <|Q|>\u201cBut some one else besides must come.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nCHAPTER III \u2014 A PEN IS HEAVY TO THE MAN WHO LIFTED THE FAUCHELEVENT\u2019S CART", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_26": "\u201cAnd what do you call \u2018everything\u2019?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, sending for their uncle.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, miss, in pity do,\u201d my friend broke out. \u201cah, but I will, I will! I see it\u2019s the only way. What\u2019s \u2018out,\u2019 as I told you, with Miles is that if he thinks I\u2019m afraid to \u2014 and has ideas of what he gains by that \u2014 he shall see he\u2019s mistaken. Yes, yes; his uncle shall have it here from me on the spot (and before the boy himself, if necessary) that if I\u2019m to be reproached with having done nothing again about more school \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_2": "\u201cOh, yes, they asked me to say nothing; and to please them \u2014 so long as they were there \u2014 of course I promised. But what had happened to you?\u201d\n\n\u201cI only went with you for the walk,\u201d I said. <|Q|>\u201cI had then to come back to meet a friend.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe showed her surprise. \u201cA friend \u2014 you?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_29": "\u201cWell, there\u2019s that awful reason.\u201d\n\nThere were now clearly so many of these for my poor colleague that she was excusable for being vague. <|Q|>\u201cBut \u2014 a \u2014 which?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, the letter from his old place.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_30": "There were now clearly so many of these for my poor colleague that she was excusable for being vague. \u201cBut \u2014 a \u2014 which?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, the letter from his old place.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou\u2019ll show it to the master?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_11": "\u201cWhy, when I went down \u2014 went out of the house.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, yes. But I forget what you did it for.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou forget?\u201d \u2014 he spoke with the sweet extravagance of childish reproach. \u201cWhy, it was to show you I could!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_13": "\u201cOh, yes. But I forget what you did it for.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou forget?\u201d \u2014 he spoke with the sweet extravagance of childish reproach. <|Q|>\u201cWhy, it was to show you I could!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, yes, you could.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_33": "\u201cI ought to have done so on the instant.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, no!\u201d<|Q|> said Mrs. Grose with decision.\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll put it before him,\u201d I went on inexorably, \u201cthat I can\u2019t undertake to work the question on behalf of a child who has been expelled \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_34": "\u201cOh, no!\u201d said Mrs. Grose with decision.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ll put it before him,\u201d<|Q|> I went on inexorably, \u201cthat I can\u2019t undertake to work the question on behalf of a child who has been expelled \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cFor we\u2019ve never in the least known what!\u201d Mrs. Grose declared.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_16": "\u201cAnd I can again.\u201d\n\nI felt that I might, perhaps, after all, succeed in keeping my wits about me. <|Q|>\u201cCertainly. But you won\u2019t.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, not that again. It was nothing.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_8": "\u201cFor not alluding to your leaving us? Yes; they said you would like it better. Do you like it better?\u201d\n\nMy face had made her rueful. \u201cNo, I like it worse!\u201d But after an instant I added: <|Q|>\u201cDid they say why I should like it better?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo; Master Miles only said, \u2018We must do nothing but what she likes!\u2019\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_9": "My face had made her rueful. \u201cNo, I like it worse!\u201d But after an instant I added: \u201cDid they say why I should like it better?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo; Master Miles only said, \u2018We must do nothing but what she likes!\u2019\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI wish indeed he would. And what did Flora say?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_12": "\u201cMiss Flora was too sweet. She said, \u2018Oh, of course, of course!\u2019 \u2014 and I said the same.\u201d\n\nI thought a moment. <|Q|>\u201cYou were too sweet, too \u2014 I can hear you all. But nonetheless, between Miles and me, it\u2019s now all out.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAll out?\u201d My companion stared. \u201cBut what, miss?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_19": "\u201cNo, not that again. It was nothing.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt was nothing,\u201d I said. <|Q|>\u201cBut we must go on.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe resumed our walk with me, passing his hand into my arm. \u201cThen when am I going back?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_18": "\u201cNo, not that again. It was nothing.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt was nothing,\u201d<|Q|> I said. \u201cBut we must go on.\u201d\n\nHe resumed our walk with me, passing his hand into my arm. \u201cThen when am I going back?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_43": "\u201cYou needn\u2019t tell him anything. I\u2019ll tell him.\u201d\n\nI measured this. <|Q|>\u201cDo you mean you\u2019ll write \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|> Remembering she couldn\u2019t, I caught myself up. \u201cHow do you communicate?\u201d\n\n\u201cI tell the bailiff. He writes.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_42": "I was silent awhile; we looked at each other. \u201cThen what am I to tell him?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou needn\u2019t tell him anything. I\u2019ll tell him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI measured this. \u201cDo you mean you\u2019ll write \u2014 ?\u201d Remembering she couldn\u2019t, I caught myself up. \u201cHow do you communicate?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_44": "\u201cYou needn\u2019t tell him anything. I\u2019ll tell him.\u201d\n\nI measured this. \u201cDo you mean you\u2019ll write \u2014 ?\u201d Remembering she couldn\u2019t, I caught myself up. <|Q|>\u201cHow do you communicate?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI tell the bailiff. He writes.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_45": "I measured this. \u201cDo you mean you\u2019ll write \u2014 ?\u201d Remembering she couldn\u2019t, I caught myself up. \u201cHow do you communicate?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI tell the bailiff. He writes.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd should you like him to write our story?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_46": "\u201cI tell the bailiff. He writes.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd should you like him to write our story?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy question had a sarcastic force that I had not fully intended, and it made her, after a moment, inconsequently break down. The tears were again in her eyes. \u201cAh, miss, you write!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_27": "\u201cNot half I want to!\u201d Miles honestly professed. \u201cBut it isn\u2019t so much that.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat is it, then?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell \u2014 I want to see more life.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_26": "\u201cBut you hint that you know almost as much?\u201d I risked as he paused.\n\n\u201cNot half I want to!\u201d Miles honestly professed. <|Q|>\u201cBut it isn\u2019t so much that.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat is it, then?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_0": "Walking to church a certain Sunday morning, I had little Miles at my side and his sister, in advance of us and at Mrs. Grose\u2019s, well in sight. It was a crisp, clear day, the first of its order for some time; the night had brought a touch of frost, and the autumn air, bright and sharp, made the church bells almost gay. It was an odd accident of thought that I should have happened at such a moment to be particularly and very gratefully struck with the obedience of my little charges. Why did they never resent my inexorable, my perpetual society? Something or other had brought nearer home to me that I had all but pinned the boy to my shawl and that, in the way our companions were marshaled before me, I might have appeared to provide against some danger of rebellion. I was like a gaoler with an eye to possible surprises and escapes. But all this belonged \u2014 I mean their magnificent little surrender \u2014 just to the special array of the facts that were most abysmal. Turned out for Sunday by his uncle\u2019s tailor, who had had a free hand and a notion of pretty waistcoats and of his grand little air, Miles\u2019s whole title to independence, the rights of his sex and situation, were so stamped upon him that if he had suddenly struck for freedom I should have had nothing to say. I was by the strangest of chances wondering how I should meet him when the revolution unmistakably occurred. I call it a revolution because I now see how, with the word he spoke, the curtain rose on the last act of my dreadful drama, and the catastrophe was precipitated. <|Q|>\u201cLook here, my dear, you know,\u201d<|Q|> he charmingly said, \u201cwhen in the world, please, am I going back to school?\u201d\n\nTranscribed here the speech sounds harmless enough, particularly as uttered in the sweet, high, casual pipe with which, at all interlocutors, but above all at his eternal governess, he threw off intonations as if he were tossing roses. There was something in them that always made one \u201ccatch,\u201d and I caught, at any rate, now so effectually that I stopped as short as if one of the trees of the park had fallen across the road. There was something new, on the spot, between us, and he was perfectly aware that I recognized it, though, to enable me to do so, he had no need to look a whit less candid and charming than usual. I could feel in him how he already, from my at first finding nothing to reply, perceived the advantage he had gained. I was so slow to find anything that he had plenty of time, after a minute, to continue with his suggestive but inconclusive smile:", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_1": "Walking to church a certain Sunday morning, I had little Miles at my side and his sister, in advance of us and at Mrs. Grose\u2019s, well in sight. It was a crisp, clear day, the first of its order for some time; the night had brought a touch of frost, and the autumn air, bright and sharp, made the church bells almost gay. It was an odd accident of thought that I should have happened at such a moment to be particularly and very gratefully struck with the obedience of my little charges. Why did they never resent my inexorable, my perpetual society? Something or other had brought nearer home to me that I had all but pinned the boy to my shawl and that, in the way our companions were marshaled before me, I might have appeared to provide against some danger of rebellion. I was like a gaoler with an eye to possible surprises and escapes. But all this belonged \u2014 I mean their magnificent little surrender \u2014 just to the special array of the facts that were most abysmal. Turned out for Sunday by his uncle\u2019s tailor, who had had a free hand and a notion of pretty waistcoats and of his grand little air, Miles\u2019s whole title to independence, the rights of his sex and situation, were so stamped upon him that if he had suddenly struck for freedom I should have had nothing to say. I was by the strangest of chances wondering how I should meet him when the revolution unmistakably occurred. I call it a revolution because I now see how, with the word he spoke, the curtain rose on the last act of my dreadful drama, and the catastrophe was precipitated. \u201cLook here, my dear, you know,\u201d he charmingly said, <|Q|>\u201cwhen in the world, please, am I going back to school?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nTranscribed here the speech sounds harmless enough, particularly as uttered in the sweet, high, casual pipe with which, at all interlocutors, but above all at his eternal governess, he threw off intonations as if he were tossing roses. There was something in them that always made one \u201ccatch,\u201d and I caught, at any rate, now so effectually that I stopped as short as if one of the trees of the park had fallen across the road. There was something new, on the spot, between us, and he was perfectly aware that I recognized it, though, to enable me to do so, he had no need to look a whit less candid and charming than usual. I could feel in him how he already, from my at first finding nothing to reply, perceived the advantage he had gained. I was so slow to find anything that he had plenty of time, after a minute, to continue with his suggestive but inconclusive smile:", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_2": "Transcribed here the speech sounds harmless enough, particularly as uttered in the sweet, high, casual pipe with which, at all interlocutors, but above all at his eternal governess, he threw off intonations as if he were tossing roses. There was something in them that always made one \u201ccatch,\u201d and I caught, at any rate, now so effectually that I stopped as short as if one of the trees of the park had fallen across the road. There was something new, on the spot, between us, and he was perfectly aware that I recognized it, though, to enable me to do so, he had no need to look a whit less candid and charming than usual. I could feel in him how he already, from my at first finding nothing to reply, perceived the advantage he had gained. I was so slow to find anything that he had plenty of time, after a minute, to continue with his suggestive but inconclusive smile: <|Q|>\u201cYou know, my dear, that for a fellow to be with a lady always \u2014 !\u201d<|Q|> His \u201cmy dear\u201d was constantly on his lips for me, and nothing could have expressed more the exact shade of the sentiment with which I desired to inspire my pupils than its fond familiarity. It was so respectfully easy.\n\nBut, oh, how I felt that at present I must pick my own phrases! I remember that, to gain time, I tried to laugh, and I seemed to see in the beautiful face with which he watched me how ugly and queer I looked. \u201cAnd always with the same lady", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_3": "\u201cYou know, my dear, that for a fellow to be with a lady always \u2014 !\u201d His \u201cmy dear\u201d was constantly on his lips for me, and nothing could have expressed more the exact shade of the sentiment with which I desired to inspire my pupils than its fond familiarity. It was so respectfully easy.\n\nBut, oh, how I felt that at present I must pick my own phrases! I remember that, to gain time, I tried to laugh, and I seemed to see in the beautiful face with which he watched me how ugly and queer I looked. <|Q|>\u201cAnd always with the same lady?\u201d<|Q|> I returned.\n\nHe neither blanched nor winked. The whole thing was virtually out between us. \u201cAh, of course, she\u2019s a jolly, \u2018perfect\u2019 lady; but, after all, I\u2019m a fellow, don\u2019t you see? that\u2019s \u2014 well, getting on.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_4": "But, oh, how I felt that at present I must pick my own phrases! I remember that, to gain time, I tried to laugh, and I seemed to see in the beautiful face with which he watched me how ugly and queer I looked. \u201cAnd always with the same lady?\u201d I returned.\n\nHe neither blanched nor winked. The whole thing was virtually out between us. <|Q|>\u201cAh, of course, she\u2019s a jolly, \u2018perfect\u2019 lady; but, after all, I\u2019m a fellow, don\u2019t you see? that\u2019s \u2014 well, getting on.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI lingered there with him an instant ever so kindly. \u201cYes, you\u2019re getting on.\u201d Oh, but I felt helpless!", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_27": "\u201cWhy, sending for their uncle.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, miss, in pity do,\u201d<|Q|> my friend broke out. \u201cah, but I will, I will! I see it\u2019s the only way. What\u2019s \u2018out,\u2019 as I told you, with Miles is that if he thinks I\u2019m afraid to \u2014 and has ideas of what he gains by that \u2014 he shall see he\u2019s mistaken. Yes, yes; his uncle shall have it here from me on the spot (and before the boy himself, if necessary) that if I\u2019m to be reproached with having done nothing again about more school \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_6": "I lingered there with him an instant ever so kindly. \u201cYes, you\u2019re getting on.\u201d Oh, but I felt helpless!\n\nI have kept to this day the heartbreaking little idea of how he seemed to know that and to play with it. <|Q|>\u201cAnd you can\u2019t say I\u2019ve not been awfully good, can you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI laid my hand on his shoulder, for, though I felt how much better it would have been to walk on, I was not yet quite able. \u201cNo, I can\u2019t say that, Miles.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_35": "This found me singularly weak. \u201cDon\u2019t you, then, love our sweet Flora?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIf I didn\u2019t \u2014 and you, too; if I didn\u2019t \u2014 !\u201d<|Q|> he repeated as if retreating for a jump, yet leaving his thought so unfinished that, after we had come into the gate, another stop, which he imposed on me by the pressure of his arm, had become inevitable. Mrs. Grose and Flora had passed into the church, the other worshippers had followed, and we were, for the minute, alone among the old, thick graves. We had paused, on the path from the gate, by a low, oblong, tablelike tomb.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_9": "\u201cExcept just that one night, you know \u2014 !\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat one night?\u201d<|Q|> I couldn\u2019t look as straight as he.\n\n\u201cWhy, when I went down \u2014 went out of the house.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_36": "\u201d he repeated as if retreating for a jump, yet leaving his thought so unfinished that, after we had come into the gate, another stop, which he imposed on me by the pressure of his arm, had become inevitable. Mrs. Grose and Flora had passed into the church, the other worshippers had followed, and we were, for the minute, alone among the old, thick graves. We had paused, on the path from the gate, by a low, oblong, tablelike tomb.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, if you didn\u2019t \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe looked, while I waited, at the graves. \u201cWell, you know what!\u201d But he didn\u2019t move, and he presently produced something that made me drop straight down on the stone slab, as if suddenly to rest. \u201cDoes my uncle think what you think?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_10": "\u201cThat one night?\u201d I couldn\u2019t look as straight as he.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, when I went down \u2014 went out of the house.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, yes. But I forget what you did it for.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_12": "\u201cOh, yes. But I forget what you did it for.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou forget?\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 he spoke with the sweet extravagance of childish reproach. \u201cWhy, it was to show you I could!\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, yes, you could.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_3": "\u201cI only went with you for the walk,\u201d I said. \u201cI had then to come back to meet a friend.\u201d\n\nShe showed her surprise. <|Q|>\u201cA friend \u2014 you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, yes, I have a couple!\u201d I laughed. \u201cBut did the children give you a reason?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_31": "\u201cWhy, the letter from his old place.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou\u2019ll show it to the master?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI ought to have done so on the instant.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_15": "\u201cOh, yes, you could.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd I can again.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI felt that I might, perhaps, after all, succeed in keeping my wits about me. \u201cCertainly. But you won\u2019t.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_14": "\u201cYou forget?\u201d \u2014 he spoke with the sweet extravagance of childish reproach. \u201cWhy, it was to show you I could!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, yes, you could.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd I can again.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_7": "\u201cThe plate is quite full.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cLook at the water jug. It is empty.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat proves that you have drunk; it does not prove that you have eaten.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_17": "I felt that I might, perhaps, after all, succeed in keeping my wits about me. \u201cCertainly. But you won\u2019t.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, not that again. It was nothing.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt was nothing,\u201d I said. \u201cBut we must go on.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_46": "\u201cIn what way?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, by his coming down.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut who\u2019ll get him to come down?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_41": "\u201cThe children shan\u2019t!\u201d she emphatically returned.\n\nI was silent awhile; we looked at each other. <|Q|>\u201cThen what am I to tell him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou needn\u2019t tell him anything. I\u2019ll tell him.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_21": "He resumed our walk with me, passing his hand into my arm. \u201cThen when am I going back?\u201d\n\nI wore, in turning it over, my most responsible air. <|Q|>\u201cWere you very happy at school?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe just considered. \u201cOh, I\u2019m happy enough anywhere!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_20": "\u201cIt was nothing,\u201d I said. \u201cBut we must go on.\u201d\n\nHe resumed our walk with me, passing his hand into my arm. <|Q|>\u201cThen when am I going back?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI wore, in turning it over, my most responsible air. \u201cWere you very happy at school?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_22": "I wore, in turning it over, my most responsible air. \u201cWere you very happy at school?\u201d\n\nHe just considered. <|Q|>\u201cOh, I\u2019m happy enough anywhere!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, then,\u201d I quavered, \u201cif you\u2019re just as happy here \u2014 !\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_23": "He just considered. \u201cOh, I\u2019m happy enough anywhere!\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, then,\u201d I quavered, <|Q|>\u201cif you\u2019re just as happy here \u2014 !\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh, but that isn\u2019t everything! Of course you know a lot \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_24": "\u201cAh, but that isn\u2019t everything! Of course you know a lot \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut you hint that you know almost as much?\u201d<|Q|> I risked as he paused.\n\n\u201cNot half I want to!\u201d Miles honestly professed. \u201cBut it isn\u2019t so much that.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_25": "\u201cBut you hint that you know almost as much?\u201d I risked as he paused.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot half I want to!\u201d<|Q|> Miles honestly professed. \u201cBut it isn\u2019t so much that.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat is it, then?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_6": "\u201cI'm all right enough, as you'll see when I'm in order. I'm proper glad to find you looking so well and happy. Does all go smoothly, Fan?\u201d asked Polly, beginning to brush her hair industriously.\n\n\u201cAnswer me one question first,\u201d said Fanny, looking as if a sudden fear had come over her. <|Q|>\u201cTell me, truly, have you never repented of your hint to Sydney?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNever!\u201d cried Polly, throwing back the brown veil behind which she had half hidden her face at first.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_5": "\u201cI'm all right enough, as you'll see when I'm in order. I'm proper glad to find you looking so well and happy. Does all go smoothly, Fan?\u201d asked Polly, beginning to brush her hair industriously.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnswer me one question first,\u201d<|Q|> said Fanny, looking as if a sudden fear had come over her. \u201cTell me, truly, have you never repented of your hint to Sydney?\u201d\n\n\u201cNever!\u201d cried Polly, throwing back the brown veil behind which she had half hidden her face at first.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_3": "\u201cNo, I'm only tired, had a good deal to do lately, and the dull weather makes me just a trifle blue. I shall soon brighten up when I get to my work again,\u201d answered Polly, bustling about to put away her things.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou don't look a bit natural. What have you been doing to your precious little self?\u201d<|Q|> persisted Fanny, troubled by the change, yet finding it hard to say wherein it lay.\n\nPolly did not look sick, though her cheeks were thinner and her color paler than formerly, but she seemed spiritless, and there was a tired look in her eyes that went to Fanny's heart.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_8": "\u201cOn your honor, as an honest girl?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOn my honor, as anything you please. Why do you suspect me of it?\u201d<|Q|> demanded Polly, almost angrily.\n\n\u201cBecause something is wrong with you. It's no use to deny it, for you 've got the look I used to see in that very glass on my own face when I thought he cared for you. Forgive me, Polly, but I can't help saying it, for it is there, and I want to be as true to you as you were to me if I can.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_10": "\u201cBecause something is wrong with you. It's no use to deny it, for you 've got the look I used to see in that very glass on my own face when I thought he cared for you. Forgive me, Polly, but I can't help saying it, for it is there, and I want to be as true to you as you were to me if I can.\u201d\n\nFanny's face was full of agitation, and she spoke fast and frankly, for she was trying to be generous and found it very hard. Polly understood now and put her fear at rest by saying almost passionately, <|Q|>\u201cI tell you I don't love him! If he was the only man in the world, I would n't marry him, because I don't want to.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe last three words were added in a different tone, for Polly had checked herself there with a half-frightened look and turned away to hide her face behind her hair again.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_29": "\u201cWell \u2014 I want to see more life.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI see; I see.\u201d<|Q|> We had arrived within sight of the church and of various persons, including several of the household of Bly, on their way to it and clustered about the door to see us go in. I quickened our step; I wanted to get there before the question between us opened up much further; I reflected hungrily that, for more than an hour, he would have to be silent; and I thought with envy of the comparative dusk of the pew and of the almost spiritual help of the hassock on which I might bend my knees. I seemed literally to be running a race with some confusion to which he was about to reduce me, but I felt that he had got in first when, before we had even entered the churchyard, he threw out \u2014 ", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_32": "\u201cI want my own sort!\u201d\n\nIt literally made me bound forward. \u201cThere are not many of your own sort, Miles!\u201d I laughed. <|Q|>\u201cUnless perhaps dear little Flora!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou really compare me to a baby girl?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_33": "It literally made me bound forward. \u201cThere are not many of your own sort, Miles!\u201d I laughed. \u201cUnless perhaps dear little Flora!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou really compare me to a baby girl?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThis found me singularly weak. \u201cDon\u2019t you, then, love our sweet Flora?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_34": "\u201cYou really compare me to a baby girl?\u201d\n\nThis found me singularly weak. <|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t you, then, love our sweet Flora?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIf I didn\u2019t \u2014 and you, too; if I didn\u2019t \u2014 !\u201d he repeated as if retreating for a jump, yet leaving his thought so unfinished that, after we had come into the gate, another stop, which he imposed on me by the pressure of his arm, had become inevitable. Mrs. Grose and Flora had passed into the church, the other worshippers had followed, and we were, for the minute, alone among the old, thick graves. We had paused, on the path from the gate, by a low, oblong, tablelike tomb.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_7": "I have kept to this day the heartbreaking little idea of how he seemed to know that and to play with it. \u201cAnd you can\u2019t say I\u2019ve not been awfully good, can you?\u201d\n\nI laid my hand on his shoulder, for, though I felt how much better it would have been to walk on, I was not yet quite able. <|Q|>\u201cNo, I can\u2019t say that, Miles.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cExcept just that one night, you know \u2014 !\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_37": "\u201cYes, if you didn\u2019t \u2014 ?\u201d\n\nHe looked, while I waited, at the graves. <|Q|>\u201cWell, you know what!\u201d<|Q|> But he didn\u2019t move, and he presently produced something that made me drop straight down on the stone slab, as if suddenly to rest. \u201cDoes my uncle think what you think?\u201d\n\nI markedly rested. \u201cHow do you know what I think?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_8": "I laid my hand on his shoulder, for, though I felt how much better it would have been to walk on, I was not yet quite able. \u201cNo, I can\u2019t say that, Miles.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cExcept just that one night, you know \u2014 !\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat one night?\u201d I couldn\u2019t look as straight as he.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_20": "\u201cI won't, but now I'm not afraid to tell you that I think, I hope, I do believe that Sydney cares a little for me. He's been very kind to us all, and lately he has seemed to like to see me always when he comes and miss me if I'm gone. I did n't dare to hope anything, till Papa observed something in his manner, and teased me about it. I try not to deceive myself, but it does seem as if there was a chance of happiness for me.\u201d\n\n\u201cThank heaven for that!\u201d cried Polly, with the heartiest satisfaction in her voice. <|Q|>\u201cNow come and tell me all about it,\u201d<|Q|> she added, sitting down on the couch with the air of one who has escaped a great peril.\n\n\u201cI've got some notes and things I want to ask your opinion about, if they really mean anything, you know,\u201d said Fanny, getting out a bundle of papers from the inmost recesses of her desk. \u201cThere's a photograph of Tom, came in his last letter. Good, is n't it? He looks older, but that's the beard and the rough coat, I suppose. Dear old fellow, he is doing so well I really begin to feel quite proud of him.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_39": "He looked, while I waited, at the graves. \u201cWell, you know what!\u201d But he didn\u2019t move, and he presently produced something that made me drop straight down on the stone slab, as if suddenly to rest. \u201cDoes my uncle think what you think?\u201d\n\nI markedly rested. <|Q|>\u201cHow do you know what I think?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh, well, of course I don\u2019t; for it strikes me you never tell me. But I mean does he know?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_40": "I markedly rested. \u201cHow do you know what I think?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh, well, of course I don\u2019t; for it strikes me you never tell me. But I mean does he know?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cKnow what, Miles?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_41": "\u201cAh, well, of course I don\u2019t; for it strikes me you never tell me. But I mean does he know?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cKnow what, Miles?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, the way I\u2019m going on.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_43": "\u201cWhy, the way I\u2019m going on.\u201d\n\nI perceived quickly enough that I could make, to this inquiry, no answer that would not involve something of a sacrifice of my employer. Yet it appeared to me that we were all, at Bly, sufficiently sacrificed to make that venial. <|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t think your uncle much cares.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMiles, on this, stood looking at me. \u201cThen don\u2019t you think he can be made to?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_42": "\u201cKnow what, Miles?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, the way I\u2019m going on.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI perceived quickly enough that I could make, to this inquiry, no answer that would not involve something of a sacrifice of my employer. Yet it appeared to me that we were all, at Bly, sufficiently sacrificed to make that venial. \u201cI don\u2019t think your uncle much cares.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_44": "I perceived quickly enough that I could make, to this inquiry, no answer that would not involve something of a sacrifice of my employer. Yet it appeared to me that we were all, at Bly, sufficiently sacrificed to make that venial. \u201cI don\u2019t think your uncle much cares.\u201d\n\nMiles, on this, stood looking at me. <|Q|>\u201cThen don\u2019t you think he can be made to?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIn what way?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_12": "\u201cI will eat to-morrow.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOr at Trinity day. Why not to-day? Is it the thing to say: \u2018I will eat to-morrow\u2019? The idea of leaving my platter without even touching it! My lady-finger potatoes were so good!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nJean Valjean took the old woman\u2019s hand:", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_45": "Miles, on this, stood looking at me. \u201cThen don\u2019t you think he can be made to?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIn what way?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, by his coming down.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_28": "The last words, and the appealing hand outstretched to her, told Fanny the secret of her friend's tender sympathy for her own love troubles, and seemed so pathetic, that she took Polly in her arms, and cried over her, in the fond, foolish way girls have of doing when their hearts are full, and tears can say more than tongues. The silence never lasts long, however, for the feminine desire to \u201ctalk it over\u201d usually gets the better of the deepest emotion. So presently the girls were hard at it, Polly very humble and downcast, Fanny excited and overflowing with curiosity and delight.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cReally my sister! You dear thing, how heavenly that will be,\u201d<|Q|> she cried.\n\n\u201cIt never will be,\u201d answered Polly in a tone of calm despair.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_2": "Polly had a quiet summer at home, resting and getting ready in mind and body for another winter's work, for in the autumn she tried her plan again, to the satisfaction of her pupils and the great joy of her friends. She never said much of herself in her letters, and Fanny's first exclamation when they met again, was an anxious \u201cWhy, Polly, dear! Have you been sick and never told me?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, I'm only tired, had a good deal to do lately, and the dull weather makes me just a trifle blue. I shall soon brighten up when I get to my work again,\u201d<|Q|> answered Polly, bustling about to put away her things.\n\n\u201cYou don't look a bit natural. What have you been doing to your precious little self?\u201d persisted Fanny, troubled by the change, yet finding it hard to say wherein it lay.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_1": "Tom was off to the West; Polly went home for the summer; Maud was taken to the seaside with Belle; and Fanny left alone to wrestle with housekeeping, \u201chelp,\u201d and heartache. If it had not been for two things, I fear she never would have stood a summer in town, but Sydney often called, till his vacation came, and a voluminous correspondence with Polly beguiled the long days. Tom wrote once a week to his mother, but the letters were short and not very satisfactory, for men never do tell the interesting little things that women best like to hear. Fanny forwarded her bits of news to Polly. Polly sent back all the extracts from Ned's letters concerning Tom, and by putting the two reports together, they gained the comfortable assurance that Tom was well, in good spirits, hard at work, and intent on coming out strong in spite of all obstacles.\n\nPolly had a quiet summer at home, resting and getting ready in mind and body for another winter's work, for in the autumn she tried her plan again, to the satisfaction of her pupils and the great joy of her friends. She never said much of herself in her letters, and Fanny's first exclamation when they met again, was an anxious <|Q|>\u201cWhy, Polly, dear! Have you been sick and never told me?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, I'm only tired, had a good deal to do lately, and the dull weather makes me just a trifle blue. I shall soon brighten up when I get to my work again,\u201d answered Polly, bustling about to put away her things.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_31": "\u201cWhat will prevent it?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMaria Bailey,\u201d<|Q|> was the tragic reply.\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean? Is she the Western girl? She shan't have Tom; I'll kill her first!\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_32": "\u201cMaria Bailey,\u201d was the tragic reply.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat do you mean? Is she the Western girl? She shan't have Tom; I'll kill her first!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cToo late, let me tell you is that door shut, and Maud safe?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_33": "\u201cWhat do you mean? Is she the Western girl? She shan't have Tom; I'll kill her first!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cToo late, let me tell you is that door shut, and Maud safe?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nFanny reconnoitered, and returning, listened breathlessly, while Polly poured into her ear the bitter secret which was preying on her soul.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_7": "\u201cNever!\u201d cried Polly, throwing back the brown veil behind which she had half hidden her face at first.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOn your honor, as an honest girl?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOn my honor, as anything you please. Why do you suspect me of it?\u201d demanded Polly, almost angrily.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_21": "\u201cWell, doctor?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYour sick man is very ill indeed.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat is the matter with him?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_35": "\u201cHas n't he mentioned Maria in his letters?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOnce or twice, but sort of jokingly, and I thought it was only some little flirtation. He can't have time for much of that fun, he's so busy.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNed writes good, gossipy letters I taught him how and he tells me all that's going on. When he'd spoken of this girl several times (they board with her mother, you know), I asked about her, quite carelessly, and he told me she was pretty, good, and well educated, and he thought Tom was rather smitten. That was a blow, for you see, Fan, since Trix broke the engagement, and it was n't wrong to think of Tom, I let myself hope, just a little, and was so happy! Now I must give it up, and now I see how much I hoped, and what a dreadful loss it's going to be.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_38": "\u201cHe does n't,\u201d sighed Polly.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, he ought; and if I could get hold of him, he should!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nPolly clutched Fan at that, and held her tight, saying sternly, \u201cIf you ever breathe a word, drop a hint, look a look that will tell him or any one else about me, I'll yes, as sure as my name is Mary Milton I'll proclaim from the housetops that you like Ar\u201d Polly got no further, for Fan's hand was on her mouth, and Fan's alarmed voice vehemently protested, \u201cI won't! I promise solemnly I'll never say a word to a mortal creature. Don't be so fierce, Polly; you quite frighten me.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_9": "\u201cOn my honor, as anything you please. Why do you suspect me of it?\u201d demanded Polly, almost angrily.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBecause something is wrong with you. It's no use to deny it, for you 've got the look I used to see in that very glass on my own face when I thought he cared for you. Forgive me, Polly, but I can't help saying it, for it is there, and I want to be as true to you as you were to me if I can.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nFanny's face was full of agitation, and she spoke fast and frankly, for she was trying to be generous and found it very hard. Polly understood now and put her fear at rest by saying almost passionately, \u201cI tell you I don't love him! If he was the only man in the world, I would n't marry him, because I don't want to.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_31": "\u201cI want my own sort!\u201d\n\nIt literally made me bound forward. <|Q|>\u201cThere are not many of your own sort, Miles!\u201d<|Q|> I laughed. \u201cUnless perhaps dear little Flora!\u201d\n\n\u201cYou really compare me to a baby girl?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_44": "If Tom could only have seen Polly's face when she said that! It was so tender, earnest, and defiant, that Fanny forgot the defence of her own lover in admiration of Polly's loyalty to hers; for this faithful, all absorbing love was a new revelation to Fanny, who was used to hearing her friends boast of two or three lovers a year, and calculate their respective values, with almost as much coolness as the young men discussed the fortunes of the girls they wished for, but <|Q|>\u201ccould not afford to marry.\u201d<|Q|> She had thought her love for Sydney very romantic, because she did not really care whether he was rich or poor, though she never dared to say so, even to Polly, for fear of being laughed at. She began to see now what true love was, and to feel that the sentiment which she could not conquer was a treasure to be accepted with reverence, and cherished with devotion.\n\n\u201cI don't know when I began to love Tom, but I found out that I did last winter, and was as much surprised as you are", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_13": "\u201cYou have seen him.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd is he very wise, good, and splendid, dear?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_47": "\u201cThat's true!\u201d cried Fan, as Polly paused to look at the picture, which appeared to regard her with a grave, steady look, which seemed rather to belie her assertions.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don't mean that he's weak or bad. If he was, I should hate him; but he does need some one to love him very much, and make him happy, as a good woman best knows how,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly, as if answering the mute language of Tom's face.\n\n\u201cI hope Maria Bailey is all he thinks her,\u201d she added, softly, \u201cfor I could n't bear to have him disappointed again.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_14": "\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe ought to be if you love him. I hope he is n't bad?\u201d<|Q|> cried Fan, anxiously, still holding Polly, who kept her head obstinately turned.\n\n\u201cI'm suited, that's enough.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_16": "\u201cI'm suited, that's enough.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, please just tell me one thing more. Don't he love back again?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo. Now don't say another word, I can't bear it!\u201d and Polly drew herself away, as she spoke in a desperate sort of tone.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_15": "\u201cHe ought to be if you love him. I hope he is n't bad?\u201d cried Fan, anxiously, still holding Polly, who kept her head obstinately turned.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI'm suited, that's enough.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, please just tell me one thing more. Don't he love back again?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_17": "\u201cOh, please just tell me one thing more. Don't he love back again?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo. Now don't say another word, I can't bear it!\u201d<|Q|> and Polly drew herself away, as she spoke in a desperate sort of tone.\n\n\u201cI won't, but now I'm not afraid to tell you that I think, I hope, I do believe that Sydney cares a little for me. He's been very kind to us all, and lately he has seemed to like to see me always when he comes and miss me if I'm gone. I did n't dare to hope anything, till Papa observed something in his manner, and teased me about it. I try not to deceive myself, but it does seem as if there was a chance of happiness for me.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_52": "Polly repeated it, and added, \u201cI asked him in another letter if he did n't admire Miss B. as much as Tom, and he wrote back that she was'a nice girl,' but he had no time for nonsense, and I need n't get my white kids ready for some years yet, unless to dance at Tom's wedding. Since then he has n't mentioned Maria, so I was sure there was something serious going on, and being in Tom's confidence, he kept quiet.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt does look bad. Suppose I say a word to Tom, just inquire after his heart in a general way, you know, and give him a chance to tell me, if there is anything to tell.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cI'm willing, but you must let me see the letter. I can't trust you not to hint or say too much.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou shall. I'll keep my promise in spite of everything, but it will be hard to see things going wrong when a word would set it right.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_38": "\u201cYes, if you didn\u2019t \u2014 ?\u201d\n\nHe looked, while I waited, at the graves. \u201cWell, you know what!\u201d But he didn\u2019t move, and he presently produced something that made me drop straight down on the stone slab, as if suddenly to rest. <|Q|>\u201cDoes my uncle think what you think?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI markedly rested. \u201cHow do you know what I think?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_21": "\u201cThank heaven for that!\u201d cried Polly, with the heartiest satisfaction in her voice. \u201cNow come and tell me all about it,\u201d she added, sitting down on the couch with the air of one who has escaped a great peril.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI've got some notes and things I want to ask your opinion about, if they really mean anything, you know,\u201d<|Q|> said Fanny, getting out a bundle of papers from the inmost recesses of her desk. \u201cThere's a photograph of Tom, came in his last letter. Good, is n't it? He looks older, but that's the beard and the rough coat, I suppose. Dear old fellow, he is doing so well I really begin to feel quite proud of him.\u201d\n\nFan tossed her the photograph, and went on rummaging for a certain note. She did not see Polly catch up the picture and look at it with hungry eyes, but she did hear something in the low tone in which Polly said,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_22": "\u201cThank heaven for that!\u201d cried Polly, with the heartiest satisfaction in her voice. \u201cNow come and tell me all about it,\u201d she added, sitting down on the couch with the air of one who has escaped a great peril.\n\n\u201cI've got some notes and things I want to ask your opinion about, if they really mean anything, you know,\u201d said Fanny, getting out a bundle of papers from the inmost recesses of her desk. <|Q|>\u201cThere's a photograph of Tom, came in his last letter. Good, is n't it? He looks older, but that's the beard and the rough coat, I suppose. Dear old fellow, he is doing so well I really begin to feel quite proud of him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nFan tossed her the photograph, and went on rummaging for a certain note. She did not see Polly catch up the picture and look at it with hungry eyes, but she did hear something in the low tone in which Polly said, \u201cIt don't do him justice,\u201d and glancing over her shoulder, Fan's quick eye caught a glimpse of the truth, though Polly was half turned away from her. Without stopping to think, Fan dropped her letters, took Polly by the shoulders, and cried in a tone full of astonishment,", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_23": "\u201cThere's a photograph of Tom, came in his last letter. Good, is n't it? He looks older, but that's the beard and the rough coat, I suppose. Dear old fellow, he is doing so well I really begin to feel quite proud of him.\u201d\n\nFan tossed her the photograph, and went on rummaging for a certain note. She did not see Polly catch up the picture and look at it with hungry eyes, but she did hear something in the low tone in which Polly said, <|Q|>\u201cIt don't do him justice,\u201d<|Q|> and glancing over her shoulder, Fan's quick eye caught a glimpse of the truth, though Polly was half turned away from her. Without stopping to think, Fan dropped her letters, took Polly by the shoulders, and cried in a tone full of astonishment, \u201cPolly, is it Tom?\u201d\n\nPoor Polly was so taken by surprise, that she had not a word to say. None were needed; her telltale face answered for her, as well as the impulse which made her hide her head in the sofa cushion, like a foolish ostrich when the hunters are after it.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_25": "Poor Polly was so taken by surprise, that she had not a word to say. None were needed; her telltale face answered for her, as well as the impulse which made her hide her head in the sofa cushion, like a foolish ostrich when the hunters are after it.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, Polly, I am so glad! I never thought of it you are so good, and he 's such a wild boy, I can't believe it but it is so dear of you to care for him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCould n't help it tried not to but it was so hard you know, Fan, you know,\u201d said a stifled voice from the depths of the very fuzzy cushion which Tom had once condemned.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_24": "Fan tossed her the photograph, and went on rummaging for a certain note. She did not see Polly catch up the picture and look at it with hungry eyes, but she did hear something in the low tone in which Polly said, \u201cIt don't do him justice,\u201d and glancing over her shoulder, Fan's quick eye caught a glimpse of the truth, though Polly was half turned away from her. Without stopping to think, Fan dropped her letters, took Polly by the shoulders, and cried in a tone full of astonishment, <|Q|>\u201cPolly, is it Tom?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nPoor Polly was so taken by surprise, that she had not a word to say. None were needed; her telltale face answered for her, as well as the impulse which made her hide her head in the sofa cushion, like a foolish ostrich when the hunters are after it.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_26": "\u201cOh, Polly, I am so glad! I never thought of it you are so good, and he 's such a wild boy, I can't believe it but it is so dear of you to care for him.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCould n't help it tried not to but it was so hard you know, Fan, you know,\u201d<|Q|> said a stifled voice from the depths of the very fuzzy cushion which Tom had once condemned.\n\nThe last words, and the appealing hand outstretched to her, told Fanny the secret of her friend's tender sympathy for her own love troubles, and seemed so pathetic, that she took Polly in her arms, and cried over her, in the fond, foolish way girls have of doing when their hearts are full, and tears can say more than tongues. The silence never lasts long, however, for the feminine desire to", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_47": "\u201cWhy, by his coming down.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut who\u2019ll get him to come down?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI will!\u201d the boy said with extraordinary brightness and emphasis. He gave me another look charged with that expression and then marched off alone into church.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_27": "\u201d said a stifled voice from the depths of the very fuzzy cushion which Tom had once condemned.\n\nThe last words, and the appealing hand outstretched to her, told Fanny the secret of her friend's tender sympathy for her own love troubles, and seemed so pathetic, that she took Polly in her arms, and cried over her, in the fond, foolish way girls have of doing when their hearts are full, and tears can say more than tongues. The silence never lasts long, however, for the feminine desire to <|Q|>\u201ctalk it over\u201d<|Q|> usually gets the better of the deepest emotion. So presently the girls were hard at it, Polly very humble and downcast, Fanny excited and overflowing with curiosity and delight.\n\n\u201cReally my sister! You dear thing, how heavenly that will be,\u201d she cried.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_29": "\u201cReally my sister! You dear thing, how heavenly that will be,\u201d she cried.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt never will be,\u201d<|Q|> answered Polly in a tone of calm despair.\n\n\u201cWhat will prevent it?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_30": "\u201cIt never will be,\u201d answered Polly in a tone of calm despair.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat will prevent it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMaria Bailey,\u201d was the tragic reply.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_64": "May came at last, and with it a burst of sunshine which cheered even poor Polly's much-enduring heart. Fanny came walking in upon her one day, looking as if she brought tidings of such great joy that she hardly knew how to tell them.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPrepare yourself somebody is engaged!\u201d<|Q|> she said, in a solemn tone, that made Polly put up her hand as if to ward off an expected blow. \u201cNo, don't look like that, my poor dear; it is n't Tom, it's I!\u201d\n\nOf course there was a rapture, followed by one of the deliciously confidential talks which bosom friends enjoy, interspersed with tears and kisses, smiles and sighs.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_4": "Polly did not look sick, though her cheeks were thinner and her color paler than formerly, but she seemed spiritless, and there was a tired look in her eyes that went to Fanny's heart.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI'm all right enough, as you'll see when I'm in order. I'm proper glad to find you looking so well and happy. Does all go smoothly, Fan?\u201d<|Q|> asked Polly, beginning to brush her hair industriously.\n\n\u201cAnswer me one question first,\u201d said Fanny, looking as if a sudden fear had come over her. \u201cTell me, truly, have you never repented of your hint to Sydney?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_65": "May came at last, and with it a burst of sunshine which cheered even poor Polly's much-enduring heart. Fanny came walking in upon her one day, looking as if she brought tidings of such great joy that she hardly knew how to tell them.\n\n\u201cPrepare yourself somebody is engaged!\u201d she said, in a solemn tone, that made Polly put up her hand as if to ward off an expected blow. <|Q|>\u201cNo, don't look like that, my poor dear; it is n't Tom, it's I!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nOf course there was a rapture, followed by one of the deliciously confidential talks which bosom friends enjoy, interspersed with tears and kisses, smiles and sighs.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_34": "Fanny reconnoitered, and returning, listened breathlessly, while Polly poured into her ear the bitter secret which was preying on her soul.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHas n't he mentioned Maria in his letters?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOnce or twice, but sort of jokingly, and I thought it was only some little flirtation. He can't have time for much of that fun, he's so busy.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_28": "\u201cWhat is it, then?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell \u2014 I want to see more life.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI see; I see.\u201d We had arrived within sight of the church and of various persons, including several of the household of Bly, on their way to it and clustered about the door to see us go in. I quickened our step; I wanted to get there before the question between us opened up much further; I reflected hungrily that, for more than an hour, he would have to be silent; and I thought with envy of the comparative dusk of the pew and of the almost spiritual help of the hassock on which I might bend my knees. I seemed literally to be running a race with some confusion to which he was about to reduce me, but I felt that he had got in first when, before we had even entered the churchyard, he threw out \u2014 ", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_30": "\u201d We had arrived within sight of the church and of various persons, including several of the household of Bly, on their way to it and clustered about the door to see us go in. I quickened our step; I wanted to get there before the question between us opened up much further; I reflected hungrily that, for more than an hour, he would have to be silent; and I thought with envy of the comparative dusk of the pew and of the almost spiritual help of the hassock on which I might bend my knees. I seemed literally to be running a race with some confusion to which he was about to reduce me, but I felt that he had got in first when, before we had even entered the churchyard, he threw out \u2014 \n\n<|Q|>\u201cI want my own sort!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt literally made me bound forward. \u201cThere are not many of your own sort, Miles!\u201d I laughed. \u201cUnless perhaps dear little Flora!\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_39": "\u201cWell, he ought; and if I could get hold of him, he should!\u201d\n\nPolly clutched Fan at that, and held her tight, saying sternly, <|Q|>\u201cIf you ever breathe a word, drop a hint, look a look that will tell him or any one else about me, I'll yes, as sure as my name is Mary Milton I'll proclaim from the housetops that you like Ar\u201d<|Q|> Polly got no further, for Fan's hand was on her mouth, and Fan's alarmed voice vehemently protested, \u201cI won't! I promise solemnly I'll never say a word to a mortal creature. Don't be so fierce, Polly; you quite frighten me.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt's bad enough to love some one who don't love you, but to have them told of it is perfectly awful. It makes me wild just to think of it. Oh, Fan, I'm getting so ill-tempered and envious and wicked, I don't know what will happen to me.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_40": "\u201cWell, he ought; and if I could get hold of him, he should!\u201d\n\nPolly clutched Fan at that, and held her tight, saying sternly, \u201cIf you ever breathe a word, drop a hint, look a look that will tell him or any one else about me, I'll yes, as sure as my name is Mary Milton I'll proclaim from the housetops that you like Ar\u201d Polly got no further, for Fan's hand was on her mouth, and Fan's alarmed voice vehemently protested, <|Q|>\u201cI won't! I promise solemnly I'll never say a word to a mortal creature. Don't be so fierce, Polly; you quite frighten me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt's bad enough to love some one who don't love you, but to have them told of it is perfectly awful. It makes me wild just to think of it. Oh, Fan, I'm getting so ill-tempered and envious and wicked, I don't know what will happen to me.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_41": "\u201cIf you ever breathe a word, drop a hint, look a look that will tell him or any one else about me, I'll yes, as sure as my name is Mary Milton I'll proclaim from the housetops that you like Ar\u201d Polly got no further, for Fan's hand was on her mouth, and Fan's alarmed voice vehemently protested, \u201cI won't! I promise solemnly I'll never say a word to a mortal creature. Don't be so fierce, Polly; you quite frighten me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt's bad enough to love some one who don't love you, but to have them told of it is perfectly awful. It makes me wild just to think of it. Oh, Fan, I'm getting so ill-tempered and envious and wicked, I don't know what will happen to me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI'm not afraid for you, my dear, and I do believe things will go right, because you are so good to every one. How Tom could help adoring you I don't see. I know he would if he had stayed at home longer after he got rid of Trix. It would be the making of him; but though he is my brother, I don't think he's good enough for you, Polly, and I don't quite see how you can care for him so much, when you might have had a person so infinitely superior.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_45": "If Tom could only have seen Polly's face when she said that! It was so tender, earnest, and defiant, that Fanny forgot the defence of her own lover in admiration of Polly's loyalty to hers; for this faithful, all absorbing love was a new revelation to Fanny, who was used to hearing her friends boast of two or three lovers a year, and calculate their respective values, with almost as much coolness as the young men discussed the fortunes of the girls they wished for, but \u201ccould not afford to marry.\u201d She had thought her love for Sydney very romantic, because she did not really care whether he was rich or poor, though she never dared to say so, even to Polly, for fear of being laughed at. She began to see now what true love was, and to feel that the sentiment which she could not conquer was a treasure to be accepted with reverence, and cherished with devotion.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don't know when I began to love Tom, but I found out that I did last winter, and was as much surprised as you are,\u201d<|Q|> continued Polly, as if glad to unburden her heart. \u201cI did n't approve of him at all. I thought he was extravagant, reckless, and dandified. I was very much disappointed when he chose Trix, and the more I thought and saw of it, the worse I felt, for Tom was too good for her, and I hated to see her do so little for him, when she might have done so much; because he is one of the men who can be led by their affections, and the woman he marries can make or mar him.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_11": "The last three words were added in a different tone, for Polly had checked herself there with a half-frightened look and turned away to hide her face behind her hair again.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThen if it's not him, it's some one else. You've got a secret, Polly, and I should think you might tell it, as you know mine,\u201d<|Q|> said Fanny, unable to rest till everything was told, for Polly's manner troubled her.\n\nThere was no answer to her question, but she was satisfied and putting her arm round her friend, she said, in her most persuasive tone, \u201cMy precious Polly, do I know him?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_12": "\u201cThen if it's not him, it's some one else. You've got a secret, Polly, and I should think you might tell it, as you know mine,\u201d said Fanny, unable to rest till everything was told, for Polly's manner troubled her.\n\nThere was no answer to her question, but she was satisfied and putting her arm round her friend, she said, in her most persuasive tone, <|Q|>\u201cMy precious Polly, do I know him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou have seen him.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_49": "\u201cI don't mean that he's weak or bad. If he was, I should hate him; but he does need some one to love him very much, and make him happy, as a good woman best knows how,\u201d said Polly, as if answering the mute language of Tom's face.\n\n\u201cI hope Maria Bailey is all he thinks her,\u201d she added, softly, <|Q|>\u201cfor I could n't bear to have him disappointed again.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI dare say he don't care a fig for her, and you are only borrowing trouble. What do you say Ned answered when you asked about this inconvenient girl?\u201d said Fanny turning hopeful all at once.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_50": "\u201cI hope Maria Bailey is all he thinks her,\u201d she added, softly, \u201cfor I could n't bear to have him disappointed again.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI dare say he don't care a fig for her, and you are only borrowing trouble. What do you say Ned answered when you asked about this inconvenient girl?\u201d<|Q|> said Fanny turning hopeful all at once.\n\nPolly repeated it, and added, \u201cI asked him in another letter if he did n't admire Miss B. as much as Tom, and he wrote back that she was'a nice girl,' but he had no time for nonsense, and I need n't get my white kids ready for some years yet, unless to dance at Tom's wedding. Since then he has n't mentioned Maria, so I was sure there was something serious going on, and being in Tom's confidence, he kept quiet.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_19": "\u201cI won't, but now I'm not afraid to tell you that I think, I hope, I do believe that Sydney cares a little for me. He's been very kind to us all, and lately he has seemed to like to see me always when he comes and miss me if I'm gone. I did n't dare to hope anything, till Papa observed something in his manner, and teased me about it. I try not to deceive myself, but it does seem as if there was a chance of happiness for me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThank heaven for that!\u201d<|Q|> cried Polly, with the heartiest satisfaction in her voice. \u201cNow come and tell me all about it,\u201d she added, sitting down on the couch with the air of one who has escaped a great peril.\n\n\u201cI've got some notes and things I want to ask your opinion about, if they really mean anything, you know,\u201d said Fanny, getting out a bundle of papers from the inmost recesses of her desk. \u201cThere's a photograph of Tom, came in his last letter. Good, is n't it? He looks older, but that's the beard and the rough coat, I suppose. Dear old fellow, he is doing so well I really begin to feel quite proud of him.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_53": "\u201cI asked him in another letter if he did n't admire Miss B. as much as Tom, and he wrote back that she was'a nice girl,' but he had no time for nonsense, and I need n't get my white kids ready for some years yet, unless to dance at Tom's wedding. Since then he has n't mentioned Maria, so I was sure there was something serious going on, and being in Tom's confidence, he kept quiet.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt does look bad. Suppose I say a word to Tom, just inquire after his heart in a general way, you know, and give him a chance to tell me, if there is anything to tell.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cI'm willing, but you must let me see the letter. I can't trust you not to hint or say too much.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou shall. I'll keep my promise in spite of everything, but it will be hard to see things going wrong when a word would set it right.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_48": "\u201cI don't mean that he's weak or bad. If he was, I should hate him; but he does need some one to love him very much, and make him happy, as a good woman best knows how,\u201d said Polly, as if answering the mute language of Tom's face.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI hope Maria Bailey is all he thinks her,\u201d<|Q|> she added, softly, \u201cfor I could n't bear to have him disappointed again.\u201d\n\n\u201cI dare say he don't care a fig for her, and you are only borrowing trouble. What do you say Ned answered when you asked about this inconvenient girl?\u201d said Fanny turning hopeful all at once.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_55": "\u201cYou shall. I'll keep my promise in spite of everything, but it will be hard to see things going wrong when a word would set it right.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou know what will happen if you do,\u201d<|Q|> and Polly looked so threatening that Fan trembled before her, discovering that the gentlest girls when roused are more impressive than any shrew; for even turtle doves peck gallantly to defend their nests.\n\n\u201cIf it is true about Maria, what shall we do?\u201d said Fanny after a pause.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_54": "\u201cIt does look bad. Suppose I say a word to Tom, just inquire after his heart in a general way, you know, and give him a chance to tell me, if there is anything to tell.\u201d \u201cI'm willing, but you must let me see the letter. I can't trust you not to hint or say too much.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou shall. I'll keep my promise in spite of everything, but it will be hard to see things going wrong when a word would set it right.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou know what will happen if you do,\u201d and Polly looked so threatening that Fan trembled before her, discovering that the gentlest girls when roused are more impressive than any shrew; for even turtle doves peck gallantly to defend their nests.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_56": "\u201cYou know what will happen if you do,\u201d and Polly looked so threatening that Fan trembled before her, discovering that the gentlest girls when roused are more impressive than any shrew; for even turtle doves peck gallantly to defend their nests.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIf it is true about Maria, what shall we do?\u201d<|Q|> said Fanny after a pause.\n\n\u201cBear it; People always do bear things, somehow,\u201d answered Polly, looking as if sentence had been passed upon her.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_11": "\u201cBurned it?\u201d It was now or never. \u201cIs that what you did at school?\u201d\n\nOh, what this brought up! <|Q|>\u201cAt school?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDid you take letters? \u2014 or other things?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_57": "\u201cIf it is true about Maria, what shall we do?\u201d said Fanny after a pause.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBear it; People always do bear things, somehow,\u201d<|Q|> answered Polly, looking as if sentence had been passed upon her.\n\n\u201cBut if it is n't?\u201d cried Fan, unable to endure the sight.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_59": "Fanny seemed glad of this, and Polly soon set her heart at rest by proving that she had no wish to try her power. She kept much at home when the day's work was done, finding it pleasanter to sit dreaming over book or sewing alone, than to exert herself even to go to the Shaws'.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFan don't need me, and Sydney don't care whether I come or not, so I 'll keep out of the way,\u201d<|Q|> she would say, as if to excuse her seeming indolence.\n\nPolly was not at all like herself that winter, and those nearest to her saw and wondered at it most. Will got very anxious, she was so quiet, pale and spiritless, and distracted poor Polly by his affectionate stupidity, till she completed his bewilderment by getting cross and scolding him. So he consoled himself with Maud, who, now being in her teens, assumed dignified airs, and ordered him about in a style that afforded him continued amusement and employment.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_60": "Polly was not at all like herself that winter, and those nearest to her saw and wondered at it most. Will got very anxious, she was so quiet, pale and spiritless, and distracted poor Polly by his affectionate stupidity, till she completed his bewilderment by getting cross and scolding him. So he consoled himself with Maud, who, now being in her teens, assumed dignified airs, and ordered him about in a style that afforded him continued amusement and employment.\n\nWestern news continued vague, for Fan's general inquiries produced only provokingly unsatisfactory replies from Tom, who sang the praises of <|Q|>\u201cthe beautiful Miss Bailey,\u201d<|Q|> and professed to be consumed by a hopeless passion for somebody, in such half-comic, half-tragic terms, that the girls could not decide whether it was \u201call that boy's mischief,\u201d or only a cloak to hide the dreadful truth.\n\n\u201cWe'll have it out of him when he comes home in the spring,\u201d said Fanny to Polly, as they compared the letters of their brothers, and agreed that \u201cmen were the most uncommunicative and provoking animals under the sun.\u201d For Ned was so absorbed in business that he ignored the whole Bailey question and left them in utter darkness.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_15": "\u201cOther things?\u201d He appeared now to be thinking of something far off and that reached him only through the pressure of his anxiety. Yet it did reach him. \u201cDid I steal?\u201d\n\nI felt myself redden to the roots of my hair as well as wonder if it were more strange to put to a gentleman such a question or to see him take it with allowances that gave the very distance of his fall in the world. <|Q|>\u201cWas it for that you mightn\u2019t go back?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe only thing he felt was rather a dreary little surprise. \u201cDid you know I mightn\u2019t go back?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_62": "Western news continued vague, for Fan's general inquiries produced only provokingly unsatisfactory replies from Tom, who sang the praises of \u201cthe beautiful Miss Bailey,\u201d and professed to be consumed by a hopeless passion for somebody, in such half-comic, half-tragic terms, that the girls could not decide whether it was \u201call that boy's mischief,\u201d or only a cloak to hide the dreadful truth.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWe'll have it out of him when he comes home in the spring,\u201d<|Q|> said Fanny to Polly, as they compared the letters of their brothers, and agreed that \u201cmen were the most uncommunicative and provoking animals under the sun.\u201d For Ned was so absorbed in business that he ignored the whole Bailey question and left them in utter darkness.\n\nHunger of any sort is a hard thing to bear, especially when the sufferer has a youthful appetite, and Polly was kept on such a short allowance of happiness for six months, that she got quite thin and interesting; and often, when she saw how big her eyes were getting, and how plainly the veins on her temples showed, indulged the pensive thought that perhaps spring dandelions might blossom o'er her grave. She had no intention of dying till Tom's visit was over, however, and as the time drew near, she went through such alternations of hope and fear, and lived in such a state of feverish excitement, that spirits and color came back, and she saw that the interesting pallor she had counted on would be an entire failure.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_16": "I felt myself redden to the roots of my hair as well as wonder if it were more strange to put to a gentleman such a question or to see him take it with allowances that gave the very distance of his fall in the world. \u201cWas it for that you mightn\u2019t go back?\u201d\n\nThe only thing he felt was rather a dreary little surprise. <|Q|>\u201cDid you know I mightn\u2019t go back?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI know everything.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_0": "POLLY wrote enthusiastically, Ned answered satisfactorily, and after much corresponding, talking, and planning, it was decided that Tom should go West. Never mind what the business was; it suffices to say that it was a good beginning for a young man like Tom, who, having been born and bred in the most conservative class of the most conceited city in New England, needed just the healthy, hearty, social influences of the West to widen his views and make a man of him.\n\nOf course there was much lamentation among the women, but every one felt it was the best thing for him; so while they sighed they sewed, packed visions of a brilliant future away with his new pocket handkerchiefs, and rejoiced that the way was open before him even in the act of bedewing his boots with tears. Sydney stood by him to the last, <|Q|>\u201clike a man and a brother\u201d<|Q|> (which expression of Tom's gave Fanny infinite satisfaction), and Will felt entirely consoled for Ned's disappointment at his refusal to go and join him, since Tom was to take the place Ned had kept for him.\n\nFortunately every one was so busy with the necessary preparations that there was no time for romance of any sort, and the four young people worked together as soberly and sensibly as if all sorts of emotions were not bottled up in their respective hearts. But in spite of the silence, the work, and the hurry, I think they came to know one another better in that busy little space of time than in all the years that had gone before, for the best and bravest in each was up and stirring, and the small house was as full of the magnetism of love and friendship, self-sacrifice and enthusiasm, as the world outside was full of spring sunshine and enchantment. Pity that the end should come so soon, but the hour did its work and went its way, leaving a clearer atmosphere behind, though the young folks did not see it then, for their eyes were dim because of the partings that must be.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_16_james_64kb_47": "\u201cAnd should you like him to write our story?\u201d\n\nMy question had a sarcastic force that I had not fully intended, and it made her, after a moment, inconsequently break down. The tears were again in her eyes. <|Q|>\u201cAh, miss, you write!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell \u2014 tonight,\u201d I at last answered; and on this we separated.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_66": "Of course there was a rapture, followed by one of the deliciously confidential talks which bosom friends enjoy, interspersed with tears and kisses, smiles and sighs.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, Polly, though I've waited and hoped so long I could n't believe it when it came, and don't deserve it; but I will! for the knowledge that he loves me seems to make everything possible,\u201d<|Q|> said Fanny, with an expression which made her really beautiful, for the first time in her life.\n\n\u201cYou happy girl!\u201d sighed Polly, then smiled and added, \u201cI think you deserve all that's come to you, for you have truly tried to be worthy of it, and whether it ever came or not that would have been a thing to be proud of.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_67": "\u201cOh, Polly, though I've waited and hoped so long I could n't believe it when it came, and don't deserve it; but I will! for the knowledge that he loves me seems to make everything possible,\u201d said Fanny, with an expression which made her really beautiful, for the first time in her life.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou happy girl!\u201d<|Q|> sighed Polly, then smiled and added, \u201cI think you deserve all that's come to you, for you have truly tried to be worthy of it, and whether it ever came or not that would have been a thing to be proud of.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe says that is what made him love me,\u201d answered Fanny, never calling her lover by his name, but making the little personal pronoun a very sweet word by the tone in which she uttered it. \u201cHe was disappointed in me last year, he told me, but you said good things about me and though he did n't care much then, yet when he lost you, and came back to me, he found that you were not altogether mistaken, and he has watched me all this winter, learning to respect and love me better every day. Oh, Polly, when he said that, I could n't bear it, because in spite of all my trying, I'm still so weak and poor and silly.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_68": "\u201cOh, Polly, though I've waited and hoped so long I could n't believe it when it came, and don't deserve it; but I will! for the knowledge that he loves me seems to make everything possible,\u201d said Fanny, with an expression which made her really beautiful, for the first time in her life.\n\n\u201cYou happy girl!\u201d sighed Polly, then smiled and added, <|Q|>\u201cI think you deserve all that's come to you, for you have truly tried to be worthy of it, and whether it ever came or not that would have been a thing to be proud of.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHe says that is what made him love me,\u201d answered Fanny, never calling her lover by his name, but making the little personal pronoun a very sweet word by the tone in which she uttered it. \u201cHe was disappointed in me last year, he told me, but you said good things about me and though he did n't care much then, yet when he lost you, and came back to me, he found that you were not altogether mistaken, and he has watched me all this winter, learning to respect and love me better every day. Oh, Polly, when he said that, I could n't bear it, because in spite of all my trying, I'm still so weak and poor and silly.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_22": "\u201cOnly that?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThey thought it was enough!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTo turn you out for?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_71": "\u201cHe was disappointed in me last year, he told me, but you said good things about me and though he did n't care much then, yet when he lost you, and came back to me, he found that you were not altogether mistaken, and he has watched me all this winter, learning to respect and love me better every day. Oh, Polly, when he said that, I could n't bear it, because in spite of all my trying, I'm still so weak and poor and silly.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWe don't think so; and I know you'll be all he hopes to find you, for he's just the husband you ought to have.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThank you all the more, then, for not keeping him yourself,\u201d said Fanny, laughing the old blithe laugh again.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_72": "\u201cWe don't think so; and I know you'll be all he hopes to find you, for he's just the husband you ought to have.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThank you all the more, then, for not keeping him yourself,\u201d<|Q|> said Fanny, laughing the old blithe laugh again.\n\n\u201cThat was only a slight aberration of his; he knew better all the time. It was your white cloak and my idiotic behavior the night we went to the opera that put the idea into his head,\u201d said Polly, feeling as if the events of that evening had happened some twenty years ago, when she was a giddy young thing, fond of gay bonnets and girlish pranks.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_73": "\u201cThank you all the more, then, for not keeping him yourself,\u201d said Fanny, laughing the old blithe laugh again.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat was only a slight aberration of his; he knew better all the time. It was your white cloak and my idiotic behavior the night we went to the opera that put the idea into his head,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly, feeling as if the events of that evening had happened some twenty years ago, when she was a giddy young thing, fond of gay bonnets and girlish pranks.\n\n\u201cI'm not going to tell Tom a word about it, but keep it for a surprise till he comes. He will be here next week, and then we'll have a grand clearing up of mysteries,\u201d said Fan, evidently feeling that the millennium was at hand.", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_74": "\u201cThat was only a slight aberration of his; he knew better all the time. It was your white cloak and my idiotic behavior the night we went to the opera that put the idea into his head,\u201d said Polly, feeling as if the events of that evening had happened some twenty years ago, when she was a giddy young thing, fond of gay bonnets and girlish pranks.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI'm not going to tell Tom a word about it, but keep it for a surprise till he comes. He will be here next week, and then we'll have a grand clearing up of mysteries,\u201d<|Q|> said Fan, evidently feeling that the millennium was at hand.\n\n\u201cPerhaps,\u201d said Polly, as her heart fluttered and then sunk, for this was a case where she could do nothing but hope, and keep her hands busy with Will's new set of shirts.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_27": "\u201cBut to whom did you say them?\u201d\n\nHe evidently tried to remember, but it dropped \u2014 he had lost it. <|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t know!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe almost smiled at me in the desolation of his surrender, which was indeed practically, by this time, so complete that I ought to have left it there. But I was infatuated \u2014 I was blind with victory, though even then the very effect that was to have brought him so much nearer was already that of added separation. \u201cWas it to everyone?\u201d I asked.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_0": "My sense of how he received this suffered for a minute from something that I can describe only as a fierce split of my attention \u2014 a stroke that at first, as I sprang straight up, reduced me to the mere blind movement of getting hold of him, drawing him close, and, while I just fell for support against the nearest piece of furniture, instinctively keeping him with his back to the window. The appearance was full upon us that I had already had to deal with here: Peter Quint had come into view like a sentinel before a prison. The next thing I saw was that, from outside, he had reached the window, and then I knew that, close to the glass and glaring in through it, he offered once more to the room his white face of damnation. It represents but grossly what took place within me at the sight to say that on the second my decision was made; yet I believe that no woman so overwhelmed ever in so short a time recovered her grasp of the act. It came to me in the very horror of the immediate presence that the act would be, seeing and facing what I saw and faced, to keep the boy himself unaware. The inspiration \u2014 I can call it by no other name \u2014 was that I felt how voluntarily, how transcendently, I might. It was like fighting with a demon for a human soul, and when I had fairly so appraised it I saw how the human soul \u2014 held out, in the tremor of my hands, at arm\u2019s length \u2014 had a perfect dew of sweat on a lovely childish forehead. The face that was close to mine was as white as the face against the glass, and out of it presently came a sound, not low nor weak, but as if from much further away, that I drank like a waft of fragrance.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes \u2014 I took it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAt this, with a moan of joy, I enfolded, I drew him close; and while I held him to my breast, where I could feel in the sudden fever of his little body the tremendous pulse of his little heart, I kept my eyes on the thing at the window and saw it move and shift its posture. I have likened it to a sentinel, but its slow wheel, for a moment, was rather the prowl of a baffled beast. My present quickened courage, however, was such that, not too much to let it through, I had to shade, as it were, my flame. Meanwhile the glare of the face was again at the window, the scoundrel fixed as if to watch and wait. It was the very confidence that I might now defy him, as well as the positive certitude, by this time, of the child\u2019s unconsciousness, that made me go on.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_1": "At this, with a moan of joy, I enfolded, I drew him close; and while I held him to my breast, where I could feel in the sudden fever of his little body the tremendous pulse of his little heart, I kept my eyes on the thing at the window and saw it move and shift its posture. I have likened it to a sentinel, but its slow wheel, for a moment, was rather the prowl of a baffled beast. My present quickened courage, however, was such that, not too much to let it through, I had to shade, as it were, my flame. Meanwhile the glare of the face was again at the window, the scoundrel fixed as if to watch and wait. It was the very confidence that I might now defy him, as well as the positive certitude, by this time, of the child\u2019s unconsciousness, that made me go on. <|Q|>\u201cWhat did you take it for?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTo see what you said about me.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_2": "At this, with a moan of joy, I enfolded, I drew him close; and while I held him to my breast, where I could feel in the sudden fever of his little body the tremendous pulse of his little heart, I kept my eyes on the thing at the window and saw it move and shift its posture. I have likened it to a sentinel, but its slow wheel, for a moment, was rather the prowl of a baffled beast. My present quickened courage, however, was such that, not too much to let it through, I had to shade, as it were, my flame. Meanwhile the glare of the face was again at the window, the scoundrel fixed as if to watch and wait. It was the very confidence that I might now defy him, as well as the positive certitude, by this time, of the child\u2019s unconsciousness, that made me go on. \u201cWhat did you take it for?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo see what you said about me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou opened the letter?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_3": "\u201cTo see what you said about me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou opened the letter?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI opened it.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_6": "He gave the most mournful, thoughtful little headshake. \u201cNothing.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNothing, nothing!\u201d<|Q|> I almost shouted in my joy.\n\n\u201cNothing, nothing,\u201d he sadly repeated.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_4": "\u201cYou opened the letter?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI opened it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy eyes were now, as I held him off a little again, on Miles\u2019s own face, in which the collapse of mockery showed me how complete was the ravage of uneasiness. What was prodigious was that at last, by my success, his sense was sealed and his communication stopped: he knew that he was in presence, but knew not of what, and knew still less that I also was and that I did know. And what did this strain of trouble matter when my eyes went back to the window only to see that the air was clear again and \u2014 by my personal triumph \u2014 the influence quenched? There was nothing there. I felt that the cause was mine and that I should surely get all.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_5": "My eyes were now, as I held him off a little again, on Miles\u2019s own face, in which the collapse of mockery showed me how complete was the ravage of uneasiness. What was prodigious was that at last, by my success, his sense was sealed and his communication stopped: he knew that he was in presence, but knew not of what, and knew still less that I also was and that I did know. And what did this strain of trouble matter when my eyes went back to the window only to see that the air was clear again and \u2014 by my personal triumph \u2014 the influence quenched? There was nothing there. I felt that the cause was mine and that I should surely get all. <|Q|>\u201cAnd you found nothing!\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 I let my elation out.\n\nHe gave the most mournful, thoughtful little headshake. \u201cNothing.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_36": "There was, somehow, less of it than I had expected; but I turned it over. \u201cAnd these things came round \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n\u201cTo the masters? Oh, yes!\u201d he answered very simply. <|Q|>\u201cBut I didn\u2019t know they\u2019d tell.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThe masters? They didn\u2019t \u2014 they\u2019ve never told. That\u2019s why I ask you.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_34": "He was soon at some distance from me, still breathing hard and again with the air, though now without anger for it, of being confined against his will. Once more, as he had done before, he looked up at the dim day as if, of what had hitherto sustained him, nothing was left but an unspeakable anxiety. \u201cOh, yes,\u201d he nevertheless replied \u2014 \u201cthey must have repeated them. To those they liked,\u201d he added.\n\nThere was, somehow, less of it than I had expected; but I turned it over. <|Q|>\u201cAnd these things came round \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTo the masters? Oh, yes!\u201d he answered very simply. \u201cBut I didn\u2019t know they\u2019d tell.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_9": "I kissed his forehead; it was drenched. \u201cSo what have you done with it?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ve burned it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBurned it?\u201d It was now or never. \u201cIs that what you did at school?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_37": "\u201cTo the masters? Oh, yes!\u201d he answered very simply. \u201cBut I didn\u2019t know they\u2019d tell.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe masters? They didn\u2019t \u2014 they\u2019ve never told. That\u2019s why I ask you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe turned to me again his little beautiful fevered face. \u201cYes, it was too bad.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_39": "He turned to me again his little beautiful fevered face. \u201cYes, it was too bad.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cToo bad?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat I suppose I sometimes said. To write home.\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_58": "\u201cBear it; People always do bear things, somehow,\u201d answered Polly, looking as if sentence had been passed upon her.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut if it is n't?\u201d<|Q|> cried Fan, unable to endure the sight.\n\n\u201cThen I shall wait.\u201d And Polly's face changed so beautifully that Fan hugged her on the spot, fervently wishing that Maria Bailey never had been born.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_42": "\u201cWhat I suppose I sometimes said. To write home.\u201d\n\nI can\u2019t name the exquisite pathos of the contradiction given to such a speech by such a speaker; I only know that the next instant I heard myself throw off with homely force: \u201cStuff and nonsense!\u201d But the next after that I must have sounded stern enough. <|Q|>\u201cWhat were these things?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy sternness was all for his judge, his executioner; yet it made him avert himself again, and that movement made me, with a single bound and an irrepressible cry, spring straight upon him. For there again, against the glass, as if to blight his confession and stay his answer, was the hideous author of our woe \u2014 the white face of damnation. I felt a sick swim at the drop of my victory and all the return of my battle, so that the wildness of my veritable leap only served as a great betrayal. I saw him, from the midst of my act, meet it with a divination, and on the perception that even now he only guessed, and that the window was still to his own eyes free, I let the impulse flame up to convert the climax of his dismay into the very proof of his liberation.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_14": "\u201cDid you take letters? \u2014 or other things?\u201d\n\n\u201cOther things?\u201d He appeared now to be thinking of something far off and that reached him only through the pressure of his anxiety. Yet it did reach him. <|Q|>\u201cDid I steal?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI felt myself redden to the roots of my hair as well as wonder if it were more strange to put to a gentleman such a question or to see him take it with allowances that gave the very distance of his fall in the world. \u201cWas it for that you mightn\u2019t go back?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_44": "My sternness was all for his judge, his executioner; yet it made him avert himself again, and that movement made me, with a single bound and an irrepressible cry, spring straight upon him. For there again, against the glass, as if to blight his confession and stay his answer, was the hideous author of our woe \u2014 the white face of damnation. I felt a sick swim at the drop of my victory and all the return of my battle, so that the wildness of my veritable leap only served as a great betrayal. I saw him, from the midst of my act, meet it with a divination, and on the perception that even now he only guessed, and that the window was still to his own eyes free, I let the impulse flame up to convert the climax of his dismay into the very proof of his liberation. \u201cNo more, no more, no more!\u201d I shrieked, as I tried to press him against me, to my visitant.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIs she here?\u201d<|Q|> Miles panted as he caught with his sealed eyes the direction of my words. Then as his strange \u201cshe\u201d staggered me and, with a gasp, I echoed it, \u201cMiss Jessel, Miss Jessel!\u201d he with a sudden fury gave me back.\n\nI seized, stupefied, his supposition \u2014 some sequel to what we had done to Flora, but this made me only want to show him that it was better still than that. \u201cIt\u2019s not Miss Jessel! But it\u2019s at the window \u2014 straight before us. It\u2019s there \u2014 the coward horror, there for the last time!\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_61": "Polly was not at all like herself that winter, and those nearest to her saw and wondered at it most. Will got very anxious, she was so quiet, pale and spiritless, and distracted poor Polly by his affectionate stupidity, till she completed his bewilderment by getting cross and scolding him. So he consoled himself with Maud, who, now being in her teens, assumed dignified airs, and ordered him about in a style that afforded him continued amusement and employment.\n\nWestern news continued vague, for Fan's general inquiries produced only provokingly unsatisfactory replies from Tom, who sang the praises of \u201cthe beautiful Miss Bailey,\u201d and professed to be consumed by a hopeless passion for somebody, in such half-comic, half-tragic terms, that the girls could not decide whether it was <|Q|>\u201call that boy's mischief,\u201d<|Q|> or only a cloak to hide the dreadful truth.\n\n\u201cWe'll have it out of him when he comes home in the spring,\u201d said Fanny to Polly, as they compared the letters of their brothers, and agreed that \u201cmen were the most uncommunicative and provoking animals under the sun.\u201d For Ned was so absorbed in business that he ignored the whole Bailey question and left them in utter darkness.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_18": "He gave me at this the longest and strangest look. \u201cEverything?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cEverything. Therefore did you \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|> But I couldn\u2019t say it again.\n\nMiles could, very simply. \u201cNo. I didn\u2019t steal.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_20": "Miles could, very simply. \u201cNo. I didn\u2019t steal.\u201d\n\nMy face must have shown him I believed him utterly; yet my hands \u2014 but it was for pure tenderness \u2014 shook him as if to ask him why, if it was all for nothing, he had condemned me to months of torment. <|Q|>\u201cWhat then did you do?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe looked in vague pain all round the top of the room and drew his breath, two or three times over, as if with difficulty. He might have been standing at the bottom of the sea and raising his eyes to some faint green twilight. \u201cWell \u2014 I said things.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_19": "\u201cEverything. Therefore did you \u2014 ?\u201d But I couldn\u2019t say it again.\n\nMiles could, very simply. <|Q|>\u201cNo. I didn\u2019t steal.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy face must have shown him I believed him utterly; yet my hands \u2014 but it was for pure tenderness \u2014 shook him as if to ask him why, if it was all for nothing, he had condemned me to months of torment. \u201cWhat then did you do?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_17": "The only thing he felt was rather a dreary little surprise. \u201cDid you know I mightn\u2019t go back?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI know everything.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe gave me at this the longest and strangest look. \u201cEverything?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_21": "My face must have shown him I believed him utterly; yet my hands \u2014 but it was for pure tenderness \u2014 shook him as if to ask him why, if it was all for nothing, he had condemned me to months of torment. \u201cWhat then did you do?\u201d\n\nHe looked in vague pain all round the top of the room and drew his breath, two or three times over, as if with difficulty. He might have been standing at the bottom of the sea and raising his eyes to some faint green twilight. <|Q|>\u201cWell \u2014 I said things.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOnly that?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_69": "\u201cYou happy girl!\u201d sighed Polly, then smiled and added, \u201cI think you deserve all that's come to you, for you have truly tried to be worthy of it, and whether it ever came or not that would have been a thing to be proud of.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe says that is what made him love me,\u201d<|Q|> answered Fanny, never calling her lover by his name, but making the little personal pronoun a very sweet word by the tone in which she uttered it. \u201cHe was disappointed in me last year, he told me, but you said good things about me and though he did n't care much then, yet when he lost you, and came back to me, he found that you were not altogether mistaken, and he has watched me all this winter, learning to respect and love me better every day. Oh, Polly, when he said that, I could n't bear it, because in spite of all my trying, I'm still so weak and poor and silly.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_23": "\u201cThey thought it was enough!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo turn you out for?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nNever, truly, had a person \u201cturned out\u201d shown so little to explain it as this little person! He appeared to weigh my question, but in a manner quite detached and almost helpless. \u201cWell, I suppose I oughtn\u2019t.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_0": "He almost thought he would, he said; fighting for ten long years without intermission was a dusty, tiring occupation, and he was accordingly about to enter, when his eye fell on the awnings and flags and the red stair carpet, which had been prepared for the betrothal festivities, and he frowned.\n\n<|Q|>'Now, my dear, this sort of thing is all very well, no doubt; but I don't care about it. I'<|Q|>m a plain, honest ruler of men, and I hate flummery and flattery -- particularly when it all comes out of my pocket! Why, you've laid down the drugget from the Throne-Room over all this gravel. Take it up directly; I decline to walk over it. Do you hear? This wasteful extravagance is positively sinful. Take it up!'\n\nClytemnestra assured him earnestly that they had had no intention of annoying him with it -- which was literally true; and suggested meekly that for the King to stay out in the court-yard until all the decorations were removed might be a tedious and even a ridiculous proceeding. 'If,' she added,", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_26": "Never, truly, had a person \u201cturned out\u201d shown so little to explain it as this little person! He appeared to weigh my question, but in a manner quite detached and almost helpless. \u201cWell, I suppose I oughtn\u2019t.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut to whom did you say them?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe evidently tried to remember, but it dropped \u2014 he had lost it. \u201cI don\u2019t know!\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_1": "m a plain, honest ruler of men, and I hate flummery and flattery -- particularly when it all comes out of my pocket! Why, you've laid down the drugget from the Throne-Room over all this gravel. Take it up directly; I decline to walk over it. Do you hear? This wasteful extravagance is positively sinful. Take it up!'\n\nClytemnestra assured him earnestly that they had had no intention of annoying him with it -- which was literally true; and suggested meekly that for the King to stay out in the court-yard until all the decorations were removed might be a tedious and even a ridiculous proceeding. 'If,' she added, <|Q|>'he was merely unwilling to spoil the drugget, he might easily remove his boots, which were extremely muddy -- for a monarch's.'<|Q|>\n\n'Well, well, my dear, be it so,' said the King; 'I did not intend to chide you. It is only that I have grown so accustomed to the frugal, hardy life of a camp, that I have imbibed a soldier's contempt for luxury.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_3": "Clytemnestra assured him earnestly that they had had no intention of annoying him with it -- which was literally true; and suggested meekly that for the King to stay out in the court-yard until all the decorations were removed might be a tedious and even a ridiculous proceeding. 'If,' she added, 'he was merely unwilling to spoil the drugget, he might easily remove his boots, which were extremely muddy -- for a monarch's.'\n\n'Well, well, my dear, be it so,' said the King; <|Q|>'I did not intend to chide you. It is only that I have grown so accustomed to the frugal, hardy life of a camp, that I have imbibed a soldier's contempt for luxury.'<|Q|>\n\nAnd, removing his boots, he followed the Queen into the Palace, as she led the way with a baleful expression upon her dark and inscrutable face.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_2": "Clytemnestra assured him earnestly that they had had no intention of annoying him with it -- which was literally true; and suggested meekly that for the King to stay out in the court-yard until all the decorations were removed might be a tedious and even a ridiculous proceeding. 'If,' she added, 'he was merely unwilling to spoil the drugget, he might easily remove his boots, which were extremely muddy -- for a monarch's.'\n\n<|Q|>'Well, well, my dear, be it so,'<|Q|> said the King; 'I did not intend to chide you. It is only that I have grown so accustomed to the frugal, hardy life of a camp, that I have imbibed a soldier's contempt for luxury.'\n\nAnd, removing his boots, he followed the Queen into the Palace, as she led the way with a baleful expression upon her dark and inscrutable face.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_30": "\u201cNo; it was only to \u2014 \u201d But he gave a sick little headshake. \u201cI don\u2019t remember their names.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWere they then so many?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo \u2014 only a few. Those I liked.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_31": "\u201cWere they then so many?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo \u2014 only a few. Those I liked.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThose he liked? I seemed to float not into clearness, but into a darker obscure, and within a minute there had come to me out of my very pity the appalling alarm of his being perhaps innocent. It was for the instant confounding and bottomless, for if he were innocent, what then on earth was I? Paralyzed, while it lasted, by the mere brush of the question, I let him go a little, so that, with a deep-drawn sigh, he turned away from me again; which, as he faced toward the clear window, I suffered, feeling that I had nothing now there to keep him from.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_7": "But, upon being pressed, she gave way at last, after declaring with a little giggle that she was perfectly certain nobody would believe a single word she said.\n\n'I see before me,' she began, in a weird, sepulchral tone which she found it impossible to keep up for many sentences, <|Q|>'a proud and stately pile -- but enter not. See ye yon ghoul among the chimney-pots, yon amphisboena in the back garden? And the scent of gore pervades it!'<|Q|>\n\n'It is no happy home that is thus described!' the Chorus threw in profesionally.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_28": "He evidently tried to remember, but it dropped \u2014 he had lost it. \u201cI don\u2019t know!\u201d\n\nHe almost smiled at me in the desolation of his surrender, which was indeed practically, by this time, so complete that I ought to have left it there. But I was infatuated \u2014 I was blind with victory, though even then the very effect that was to have brought him so much nearer was already that of added separation. <|Q|>\u201cWas it to everyone?\u201d<|Q|> I asked.\n\n\u201cNo; it was only to \u2014 \u201d But he gave a sick little headshake. \u201cI don\u2019t remember their names.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_33": "Those he liked? I seemed to float not into clearness, but into a darker obscure, and within a minute there had come to me out of my very pity the appalling alarm of his being perhaps innocent. It was for the instant confounding and bottomless, for if he were innocent, what then on earth was I? Paralyzed, while it lasted, by the mere brush of the question, I let him go a little, so that, with a deep-drawn sigh, he turned away from me again; which, as he faced toward the clear window, I suffered, feeling that I had nothing now there to keep him from. \u201cAnd did they repeat what you said?\u201d I went on after a moment.\n\nHe was soon at some distance from me, still breathing hard and again with the air, though now without anger for it, of being confined against his will. Once more, as he had done before, he looked up at the dim day as if, of what had hitherto sustained him, nothing was left but an unspeakable anxiety. \u201cOh, yes,\u201d he nevertheless replied \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cthey must have repeated them. To those they liked,\u201d<|Q|> he added.\n\nThere was, somehow, less of it than I had expected; but I turned it over. \u201cAnd these things came round \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_35": "There was, somehow, less of it than I had expected; but I turned it over. \u201cAnd these things came round \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo the masters? Oh, yes!\u201d<|Q|> he answered very simply. \u201cBut I didn\u2019t know they\u2019d tell.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe masters? They didn\u2019t \u2014 they\u2019ve never told. That\u2019s why I ask you.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_10": "\u201cI\u2019ve burned it.\u201d\n\n\u201cBurned it?\u201d It was now or never. <|Q|>\u201cIs that what you did at school?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nOh, what this brought up! \u201cAt school?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_12": "The Chorus were not unimpressed, for they had never seen a prediction and its literal fulfilment in quite such close conjunction before, and their own attempts always came wrong; but although they were agreed that the prophecy was charming as far as it went, they began to feel slightly afraid of the prophetess, and were secretly relieved when \u00c6gisthus happened to come up shortly afterwards with an offer to show her such places of interest as Argos boasted.\n\nBut they were great authorities upon all points of etiquette and morality, and they all remarked (when she had gone) that she displayed an unbecoming readiness in accepting the escort of a courtier who had not been formally introduced to her. <|Q|>'That may be the custom in Troy,'<|Q|> they said, wagging their beards, 'but if she means to behave like that here -- well!'\n\nAnd now the last gleam of the sunset had faded, and the stars straggled out in the pale green sky, whilst the Chorus walked up and down to keep warm, for the evening was growing chilly.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_12": "Oh, what this brought up! \u201cAt school?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDid you take letters? \u2014 or other things?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOther things?\u201d He appeared now to be thinking of something far off and that reached him only through the pressure of his anxiety. Yet it did reach him. \u201cDid I steal?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_14": "Suddenly a loud cry broke the silence -- a scream as of a strong man in mortal agony! It struck all of them that the voice was uncommonly like Agamemnon's, but none liked to say so, and they only observed with a forced composure that really the cats were becoming quite a nuisance.\n\nThe cry came again, louder this time, and more distinct; it seemed to come from the direction of the royal bath-room. <|Q|>'Hi, here, somebody -- help! They've turned on the hot water, and I can't turn it off again!'<|Q|>\n\nAfter this there could be no possible doubt that there was something the matter far more serious than cats. Agamemnon, the king of men, was apparently in difficulties, and it was only too probable that this was Clytemnestra's fell work.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_13": "The Chorus were not unimpressed, for they had never seen a prediction and its literal fulfilment in quite such close conjunction before, and their own attempts always came wrong; but although they were agreed that the prophecy was charming as far as it went, they began to feel slightly afraid of the prophetess, and were secretly relieved when \u00c6gisthus happened to come up shortly afterwards with an offer to show her such places of interest as Argos boasted.\n\nBut they were great authorities upon all points of etiquette and morality, and they all remarked (when she had gone) that she displayed an unbecoming readiness in accepting the escort of a courtier who had not been formally introduced to her. 'That may be the custom in Troy,' they said, wagging their beards, <|Q|>'but if she means to behave like that here -- well!'<|Q|>\n\nAnd now the last gleam of the sunset had faded, and the stars straggled out in the pale green sky, whilst the Chorus walked up and down to keep warm, for the evening was growing chilly.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_41": "\u201cWhat I suppose I sometimes said. To write home.\u201d\n\nI can\u2019t name the exquisite pathos of the contradiction given to such a speech by such a speaker; I only know that the next instant I heard myself throw off with homely force: <|Q|>\u201cStuff and nonsense!\u201d<|Q|> But the next after that I must have sounded stern enough. \u201cWhat were these things?\u201d\n\nMy sternness was all for his judge, his executioner; yet it made him avert himself again, and that movement made me, with a single bound and an irrepressible cry, spring straight upon him. For there again, against the glass, as if to blight his confession and stay his answer, was the hideous author of our woe \u2014 the white face of damnation. I felt a sick swim at the drop of my victory and all the return of my battle, so that the wildness of my veritable leap only served as a great betrayal. I saw him, from the midst of my act, meet it with a divination, and on the perception that even now he only guessed, and that the window was still to his own eyes free, I let the impulse flame up to convert the climax of his dismay into the very proof of his liberation.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_40": "\u201cToo bad?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat I suppose I sometimes said. To write home.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI can\u2019t name the exquisite pathos of the contradiction given to such a speech by such a speaker; I only know that the next instant I heard myself throw off with homely force: \u201cStuff and nonsense!\u201d But the next after that I must have sounded stern enough. \u201cWhat were these things?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_19": "Now the Chorus were distinctly disgusted at her want of tact and reserve, and would have greatly preferred not to be admitted into confidences of so purely domestic a description, but they were not the men to flinch from their duty.\n\n'In our opinion, O Queen,' they replied coldly, <|Q|>'the deed was a hasty one, and accomplished without sufficient consideration.'<|Q|>\n\n'Ha!' she exclaimed angrily, 'so ye would rate me like a girl! Am I not your sovereign mistress? Guard, seize these insolents!'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_13": "\u201cDid you take letters? \u2014 or other things?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOther things?\u201d<|Q|> He appeared now to be thinking of something far off and that reached him only through the pressure of his anxiety. Yet it did reach him. \u201cDid I steal?\u201d\n\nI felt myself redden to the roots of my hair as well as wonder if it were more strange to put to a gentleman such a question or to see him take it with allowances that gave the very distance of his fall in the world. \u201cWas it for that you mightn\u2019t go back?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_47": "At this, after a second in which his head made the movement of a baffled dog\u2019s on a scent and then gave a frantic little shake for air and light, he was at me in a white rage, bewildered, glaring vainly over the place and missing wholly, though it now, to my sense, filled the room like the taste of poison, the wide, overwhelming presence. \u201cIt\u2019s he?\u201d\n\nI was so determined to have all my proof that I flashed into ice to challenge him. <|Q|>\u201cWhom do you mean by \u2018he\u2019?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cPeter Quint \u2014 you devil!\u201d His face gave again, round the room, its convulsed supplication. \u201cWhere?\u201d", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_63": "Western news continued vague, for Fan's general inquiries produced only provokingly unsatisfactory replies from Tom, who sang the praises of \u201cthe beautiful Miss Bailey,\u201d and professed to be consumed by a hopeless passion for somebody, in such half-comic, half-tragic terms, that the girls could not decide whether it was \u201call that boy's mischief,\u201d or only a cloak to hide the dreadful truth.\n\n\u201cWe'll have it out of him when he comes home in the spring,\u201d said Fanny to Polly, as they compared the letters of their brothers, and agreed that <|Q|>\u201cmen were the most uncommunicative and provoking animals under the sun.\u201d<|Q|> For Ned was so absorbed in business that he ignored the whole Bailey question and left them in utter darkness.\n\nHunger of any sort is a hard thing to bear, especially when the sufferer has a youthful appetite, and Polly was kept on such a short allowance of happiness for six months, that she got quite thin and interesting; and often, when she saw how big her eyes were getting, and how plainly the veins on her temples showed, indulged the pensive thought that perhaps spring dandelions might blossom o'er her grave. She had no intention of dying till Tom's visit was over, however, and as the time drew near, she went through such alternations of hope and fear, and lived in such a state of feverish excitement, that spirits and color came back, and she saw that the interesting pallor she had counted on would be an entire failure.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_46": "\u201cIs she here?\u201d Miles panted as he caught with his sealed eyes the direction of my words. Then as his strange \u201cshe\u201d staggered me and, with a gasp, I echoed it, \u201cMiss Jessel, Miss Jessel!\u201d he with a sudden fury gave me back.\n\nI seized, stupefied, his supposition \u2014 some sequel to what we had done to Flora, but this made me only want to show him that it was better still than that. <|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s not Miss Jessel! But it\u2019s at the window \u2014 straight before us. It\u2019s there \u2014 the coward horror, there for the last time!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAt this, after a second in which his head made the movement of a baffled dog\u2019s on a scent and then gave a frantic little shake for air and light, he was at me in a white rage, bewildered, glaring vainly over the place and missing wholly, though it now, to my sense, filled the room like the taste of poison, the wide, overwhelming presence. \u201cIt\u2019s he?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_26": "'So this,' he said, 'was to have been my fate? I was to return, a war-worn warrior, to the hearth and home from which I had been absent so long -- so long -- to be ruthlessly parboiled the very moment after my arrival, by the partner of my throne! Was this kind -- was this wifely, Clytemnestra?'\n\n<|Q|>'That comes so well from you, does it not?'<|Q|> she retorted.\n\n'Why -- why -- what do you mean?' he stammered.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_48": "I was so determined to have all my proof that I flashed into ice to challenge him. \u201cWhom do you mean by \u2018he\u2019?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPeter Quint \u2014 you devil!\u201d<|Q|> His face gave again, round the room, its convulsed supplication. \u201cWhere?\u201d\n\nThey are in my ears still, his supreme surrender of the name and his tribute to my devotion. \u201cWhat does he matter now, my own? \u2014 what will he ever matter? I have you,\u201d I launched at the beast, \u201cbut he has lost you forever!\u201d Then, for the demonstration of my work, \u201cThere, there!\u201d I said to Miles.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_28": "'Why -- why -- what do you mean?' he stammered.\n\n<|Q|>'You know very well what I mean,'<|Q|> she said. 'Bah! why play the hypocrite with me?'\n\n'Is it possible,' he cried, 'that you can suspect me of not having been near Troy all this time -- tell me, Clytemnestra -- is this monstrous thing possible?'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_50": "\u201cPeter Quint \u2014 you devil!\u201d His face gave again, round the room, its convulsed supplication. \u201cWhere?\u201d\n\nThey are in my ears still, his supreme surrender of the name and his tribute to my devotion. \u201cWhat does he matter now, my own? \u2014 what will he ever matter? I have you,\u201d I launched at the beast, <|Q|>\u201cbut he has lost you forever!\u201d<|Q|> Then, for the demonstration of my work, \u201cThere, there!\u201d I said to Miles.\n\nBut he had already jerked straight round, stared, glared again, and seen but the quiet day. With the stroke of the loss I was so proud of he uttered the cry of a creature hurled over an abyss, and the grasp with which I recovered him might have been that of catching him in his fall. I caught him, yes, I held him \u2014 it may be imagined with what a passion; but at the end of a minute I began to feel what it truly was that I held. We were alone with the quiet day, and his little heart, dispossessed, had stopped", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_51": "\u201cPeter Quint \u2014 you devil!\u201d His face gave again, round the room, its convulsed supplication. \u201cWhere?\u201d\n\nThey are in my ears still, his supreme surrender of the name and his tribute to my devotion. \u201cWhat does he matter now, my own? \u2014 what will he ever matter? I have you,\u201d I launched at the beast, \u201cbut he has lost you forever!\u201d Then, for the demonstration of my work, <|Q|>\u201cThere, there!\u201d<|Q|> I said to Miles.\n\nBut he had already jerked straight round, stared, glared again, and seen but the quiet day. With the stroke of the loss I was so proud of he uttered the cry of a creature hurled over an abyss, and the grasp with which I recovered him might have been that of catching him in his fall. I caught him, yes, I held him \u2014 it may be imagined with what a passion; but at the end of a minute I began to feel what it truly was that I held. We were alone with the quiet day, and his little heart, dispossessed, had stopped", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_24": "\u201cTo turn you out for?\u201d\n\nNever, truly, had a person <|Q|>\u201cturned out\u201d<|Q|> shown so little to explain it as this little person! He appeared to weigh my question, but in a manner quite detached and almost helpless. \u201cWell, I suppose I oughtn\u2019t.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut to whom did you say them?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_30": "'You know very well what I mean,' she said. 'Bah! why play the hypocrite with me?'\n\n<|Q|>'Is it possible,'<|Q|> he cried, 'that you can suspect me of not having been near Troy all this time -- tell me, Clytemnestra -- is this monstrous thing possible?'\n\n'Quite,' she replied; 'I know you haven't!'", "Solo.2163.3331.oldfashionedgirl_18_alcott_64kb_75": "\u201cPerhaps,\u201d said Polly, as her heart fluttered and then sunk, for this was a case where she could do nothing but hope, and keep her hands busy with Will's new set of shirts.\n\nThere is a good deal more of this sort of silent suffering than the world suspects, for the <|Q|>\u201cwomen who dare\u201d<|Q|> are few, the women who \u201cstand and wait\u201d are many. But if work-baskets were gifted with powers of speech, they could tell stories more true and tender than any we read. For women often sew the tragedy or comedy of life into their work as they sit apparently safe and serene at home, yet are thinking deeply, living whole heart-histories, and praying fervent prayers while they embroider pretty trifles or do the weekly mending.\n\nCHAPTER XIX. TOM'S SUCCESS", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_29": "He almost smiled at me in the desolation of his surrender, which was indeed practically, by this time, so complete that I ought to have left it there. But I was infatuated \u2014 I was blind with victory, though even then the very effect that was to have brought him so much nearer was already that of added separation. \u201cWas it to everyone?\u201d I asked.\n\n\u201cNo; it was only to \u2014 \u201d But he gave a sick little headshake. <|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t remember their names.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWere they then so many?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_4": "\u00c6gisthus had strolled away under the colonnade, and Cassandra was left alone with the Chorus. She stood apart, mystic, moody, and impenetrable, letting down her flowing back hair.\n\n<|Q|>'You prophesy, do you not?'<|Q|> said the kind old men at length, wishing to make her feel at home; 'might we beg you to favour us with a prediction -- just a little one?'\n\nCassandra made excuses at first, as was proper; she had a cold, and was feeling the effects of the journey. She was really not inspired just then, she protested, and besides, she had not touched a tripod for ages.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_6": "But, upon being pressed, she gave way at last, after declaring with a little giggle that she was perfectly certain nobody would believe a single word she said.\n\n<|Q|>'I see before me,'<|Q|> she began, in a weird, sepulchral tone which she found it impossible to keep up for many sentences, 'a proud and stately pile -- but enter not. See ye yon ghoul among the chimney-pots, yon amphisboena in the back garden? And the scent of gore pervades it!'\n\n'It is no happy home that is thus described!' the Chorus threw in profesionally.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_5": "\u00c6gisthus had strolled away under the colonnade, and Cassandra was left alone with the Chorus. She stood apart, mystic, moody, and impenetrable, letting down her flowing back hair.\n\n'You prophesy, do you not?' said the kind old men at length, wishing to make her feel at home; <|Q|>'might we beg you to favour us with a prediction -- just a little one?'<|Q|>\n\nCassandra made excuses at first, as was proper; she had a cold, and was feeling the effects of the journey. She was really not inspired just then, she protested, and besides, she had not touched a tripod for ages.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_8": "'I see before me,' she began, in a weird, sepulchral tone which she found it impossible to keep up for many sentences, 'a proud and stately pile -- but enter not. See ye yon ghoul among the chimney-pots, yon amphisboena in the back garden? And the scent of gore pervades it!'\n\n<|Q|>'It is no happy home that is thus described!'<|Q|> the Chorus threw in profesionally.\n\n'But the Finger of Fate is slowly unwound, and the Hand of Destiny steps in to pace the marble halls with heavy tramp. And know, old men, that the Inevitable is not wholly unconnected with the Probable!'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_32": "Those he liked? I seemed to float not into clearness, but into a darker obscure, and within a minute there had come to me out of my very pity the appalling alarm of his being perhaps innocent. It was for the instant confounding and bottomless, for if he were innocent, what then on earth was I? Paralyzed, while it lasted, by the mere brush of the question, I let him go a little, so that, with a deep-drawn sigh, he turned away from me again; which, as he faced toward the clear window, I suffered, feeling that I had nothing now there to keep him from. <|Q|>\u201cAnd did they repeat what you said?\u201d<|Q|> I went on after a moment.\n\nHe was soon at some distance from me, still breathing hard and again with the air, though now without anger for it, of being confined against his will. Once more, as he had done before, he looked up at the dim day as if, of what had hitherto sustained him, nothing was left but an unspeakable anxiety. \u201cOh, yes,\u201d he nevertheless replied \u2014 \u201cthey must have repeated them. To those they liked,\u201d he added.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_10": "At this even their politeness could not restrain a gesture of incredulity, but she heeded it not, and continued:\n\n<|Q|>'Who is this that I see next -- this regal warrior bounding over the blazing battlements in brazen panoply?'<|Q|>\n\n('That must be Agamemnon,' cried the Chorus; 'the despatches mentioned him bounding like that. Wonderful!')", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_42": "'Well,' she said, 'if there is, you never went near it!'\n\n<|Q|>'Send those people away,'<|Q|> he said, 'and I will tell you all!'\n\nAnd when they had gone, he confessed everything, explaining that he really had meant to go to Troy at first, and how, as he got nearer, he found himself less and less inclined for fighting -- until at last he determined to travel about and see life instead, and, as he expressed it, 'pick up a little character.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_43": "'Well,' she said, 'if there is, you never went near it!'\n\n'Send those people away,' he said, <|Q|>'and I will tell you all!'<|Q|>\n\nAnd when they had gone, he confessed everything, explaining that he really had meant to go to Troy at first, and how, as he got nearer, he found himself less and less inclined for fighting -- until at last he determined to travel about and see life instead, and, as he expressed it, 'pick up a little character.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_11": "'Who is this that I see next -- this regal warrior bounding over the blazing battlements in brazen panoply?'\n\n(<|Q|>'That must be Agamemnon,'<|Q|> cried the Chorus; 'the despatches mentioned him bounding like that. Wonderful!')\n\n'I see him,' she resumed, 'pale and prostrate -- a prey to the pangs within him, scanning the billows from his storm-tossed ship. Now he has reached his native city. Hark! how they greet him! And, behold, a stately matron meets him with a honeyed smile, inviting him to enter. He yields. And then -- -- '", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_45": "And when they had gone, he confessed everything, explaining that he really had meant to go to Troy at first, and how, as he got nearer, he found himself less and less inclined for fighting -- until at last he determined to travel about and see life instead, and, as he expressed it, 'pick up a little character.'\n\n'Well,' said Clytemnestra, <|Q|>'I will have no little characters in my palace, Agamemnon.'<|Q|>\n\nBut he protested that she had not understood him. 'And if I have erred, my love,' he suggested humbly, 'excuse me, but I cannot help thinking that the means devised for my correction were unnecessarily severe!'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_8": "\u201cNothing, nothing,\u201d he sadly repeated.\n\nI kissed his forehead; it was drenched. <|Q|>\u201cSo what have you done with it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI\u2019ve burned it.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_7": "\u201cNothing, nothing!\u201d I almost shouted in my joy.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNothing, nothing,\u201d<|Q|> he sadly repeated.\n\nI kissed his forehead; it was drenched. \u201cSo what have you done with it?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_16": "'What a beautiful evening!' said the Chorus in unison, for they considered it better taste not to appear to have noticed anything at all unusual.\n\n<|Q|>'Agamemnon is with his ancestors,'<|Q|> she replied in a fierce whisper; 'I sewed up the sleeves of his bathing-gown and I drugged his coffee, and then from afar I turned on the hot water. And he is boiled, and it serves him right, and I'm glad of it -- so now! But tell me, ye aged ones,' she added with one of her quick transitions, 'have I done well?'\n\nNow the Chorus were distinctly disgusted at her want of tact and reserve, and would have greatly preferred not to be admitted into confidences of so purely domestic a description, but they were not the men to flinch from their duty.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_18": "Now the Chorus were distinctly disgusted at her want of tact and reserve, and would have greatly preferred not to be admitted into confidences of so purely domestic a description, but they were not the men to flinch from their duty.\n\n<|Q|>'In our opinion, O Queen,'<|Q|> they replied coldly, 'the deed was a hasty one, and accomplished without sufficient consideration.'\n\n'Ha!' she exclaimed angrily, 'so ye would rate me like a girl! Am I not your sovereign mistress? Guard, seize these insolents!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_17": "'What a beautiful evening!' said the Chorus in unison, for they considered it better taste not to appear to have noticed anything at all unusual.\n\n'Agamemnon is with his ancestors,' she replied in a fierce whisper; <|Q|>'I sewed up the sleeves of his bathing-gown and I drugged his coffee, and then from afar I turned on the hot water. And he is boiled, and it serves him right, and I'<|Q|>m glad of it -- so now! But tell me, ye aged ones,' she added with one of her quick transitions, 'have I done well?'\n\nNow the Chorus were distinctly disgusted at her want of tact and reserve, and would have greatly preferred not to be admitted into confidences of so purely domestic a description, but they were not the men to flinch from their duty.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_48": "But he protested that she had not understood him. 'And if I have erred, my love,' he suggested humbly, 'excuse me, but I cannot help thinking that the means devised for my correction were unnecessarily severe!'\n\n<|Q|>'They were nothing of the sort,'<|Q|> she said; 'you deserved it all -- and worse!'\n\nUpon this Agamemnon made haste to assure her that she had shown a very proper spirit, and he respected her the more for it. 'And now,' he put it to her, 'why not let bygones be bygones?' But Clytemnestra's reply was that she would be quite willing to permit this when they were bygones, which, at present, she added, they were very far from being.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_43": "My sternness was all for his judge, his executioner; yet it made him avert himself again, and that movement made me, with a single bound and an irrepressible cry, spring straight upon him. For there again, against the glass, as if to blight his confession and stay his answer, was the hideous author of our woe \u2014 the white face of damnation. I felt a sick swim at the drop of my victory and all the return of my battle, so that the wildness of my veritable leap only served as a great betrayal. I saw him, from the midst of my act, meet it with a divination, and on the perception that even now he only guessed, and that the window was still to his own eyes free, I let the impulse flame up to convert the climax of his dismay into the very proof of his liberation. <|Q|>\u201cNo more, no more, no more!\u201d<|Q|> I shrieked, as I tried to press him against me, to my visitant.\n\n\u201cIs she here?\u201d Miles panted as he caught with his sealed eyes the direction of my words. Then as his strange \u201cshe\u201d staggered me and, with a gasp, I echoed it, \u201cMiss Jessel, Miss Jessel!\u201d he with a sudden fury gave me back.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_50": "'They were nothing of the sort,' she said; 'you deserved it all -- and worse!'\n\nUpon this Agamemnon made haste to assure her that she had shown a very proper spirit, and he respected her the more for it. 'And now,' he put it to her, <|Q|>'why not let bygones be bygones?'<|Q|> But Clytemnestra's reply was that she would be quite willing to permit this when they were bygones, which, at present, she added, they were very far from being.\n\nThe King was in despair, until beneficent nature came to his assistance; a faint chirrup was heard from a neighbouring bush, a circumstance which he turned to admirable account.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_20": "'In our opinion, O Queen,' they replied coldly, 'the deed was a hasty one, and accomplished without sufficient consideration.'\n\n'Ha!' she exclaimed angrily, <|Q|>'so ye would rate me like a girl! Am I not your sovereign mistress? Guard, seize these insolents!'<|Q|>\n\nAnd the superannuated old sentinel left his box and tottered up to seize as many of them as he could lay hold of at once, telling the remainder to consider themselves under arrest, which they did directly.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_4": "\"I have no son; but, of course, the fees and revenues will be yours. If, for a whim, you beggar yourself, I cannot stay you. But take it whilst I live; and wear Montfichet's shield in the days when my eyes can be rejoiced by so brave a sight, for you will ne'er disgrace our 'scutcheon, I warrant me. Perchance 'tis Geoffrey's sole chance that you should wear the badge of Gamewell. I might choose to bequeath it elsewhere.\"\n\nThe lad had checked him then. \"Never that, sir,\" he had said. <|Q|>\"Let Gamewell land be ruled, for ever, by Gamewell's proper lord. I pray you to let me take counsel with my mother ere I answer you.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"It is what I would suggest myself. Go to her.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_23": "Clytemnestra shrieked as she turned slowly, and confronted him in silence for some moments; the situation was intensely dramatic, and the Argives, a simple and affectionate people, fully appreciated this, and never once regretted the fireworks they had abandoned.\n\nThe Queen was the first to speak: 'So,' she said, pale and panting, <|Q|>'you -- you've -- had your bath?'<|Q|>\n\n'Well -- no,' said Agamemnon mildly; 'I happened to observe that someone had thoughtfully sewn up the armholes of my dressing-gown, and that the coffee had a particularly nasty smell in it, and so, somehow, I thought I would rather wait. And then the boiling water came rushing in, and I saw there had been a little mistake somewhere. So it occurred to me that I too would dissemble and see what came of it, and I shouted for help. I think I see it all now.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_27": "'That comes so well from you, does it not?' she retorted.\n\n<|Q|>'Why -- why -- what do you mean?'<|Q|> he stammered.\n\n'You know very well what I mean,' she said. 'Bah! why play the hypocrite with me?'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_49": "\u201cPeter Quint \u2014 you devil!\u201d His face gave again, round the room, its convulsed supplication. \u201cWhere?\u201d\n\nThey are in my ears still, his supreme surrender of the name and his tribute to my devotion. <|Q|>\u201cWhat does he matter now, my own? \u2014 what will he ever matter? I have you,\u201d<|Q|> I launched at the beast, \u201cbut he has lost you forever!\u201d Then, for the demonstration of my work, \u201cThere, there!\u201d I said to Miles.\n\nBut he had already jerked straight round, stared, glared again, and seen but the quiet day. With the stroke of the loss I was so proud of he uttered the cry of a creature hurled over an abyss, and the grasp with which I recovered him might have been that of catching him in his fall. I caught him, yes, I held him \u2014 it may be imagined with what a passion; but at the end of a minute I began to feel what it truly was that I held. We were alone with the quiet day, and his little heart, dispossessed, had stopped", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_29": "'Why -- why -- what do you mean?' he stammered.\n\n'You know very well what I mean,' she said. <|Q|>'Bah! why play the hypocrite with me?'<|Q|>\n\n'Is it possible,' he cried, 'that you can suspect me of not having been near Troy all this time -- tell me, Clytemnestra -- is this monstrous thing possible?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_31": "'You know very well what I mean,' she said. 'Bah! why play the hypocrite with me?'\n\n'Is it possible,' he cried, <|Q|>'that you can suspect me of not having been near Troy all this time -- tell me, Clytemnestra -- is this monstrous thing possible?'<|Q|>\n\n'Quite,' she replied; 'I know you haven't!'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_25": "\u201cTo turn you out for?\u201d\n\nNever, truly, had a person \u201cturned out\u201d shown so little to explain it as this little person! He appeared to weigh my question, but in a manner quite detached and almost helpless. <|Q|>\u201cWell, I suppose I oughtn\u2019t.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut to whom did you say them?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_32": "'Is it possible,' he cried, 'that you can suspect me of not having been near Troy all this time -- tell me, Clytemnestra -- is this monstrous thing possible?'\n\n'Quite,' she replied; <|Q|>'I know you haven't!'<|Q|>\n\n'What -- when I tell you that there is a poet, a fellow called Homer or something, who has got a sort of reputation already by putting the campaign into verses, rather long, but quite readable (you must order them); well, there's a lot about me in them.'", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_6": "He went down to discuss with Warrenton and Stuteley the means by which they best could bring the horse and arms to Geoffrey, and it soon became evident that no one other than Warrenton dare attempt it, for fear of betraying the son to his still angry father.\n\n<|Q|>\"Are you sure, Warrenton, that you will perform this business right carefully?\"<|Q|> Robin asked, over and over again, until the old servant became vexed.\n\n\"I am part of the house of Montfichet, lording,\" snapped Warrenton, at last, \"and it is not reasonable to think that I will turn against myself, as it were. Be sure that the horse and his trappings will be safely carried to my second master, Geoffrey, at the hour given. Do you keep the Squire employed in talk; and find excuse to lie in the little room next to his own that you may hear him if he moves.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_34": "'What -- when I tell you that there is a poet, a fellow called Homer or something, who has got a sort of reputation already by putting the campaign into verses, rather long, but quite readable (you must order them); well, there's a lot about me in them.'\n\n<|Q|>'Did Homer see you there?'<|Q|>\n\n'Now that's a most ridiculous question,' he protested, with a feeling that she was coming round, and that he should convince her directly; 'the poet's blind, Clytemnestra, quite blind. But I will not argue -- you must be content with a warrior's assurance.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_33": "'Quite,' she replied; 'I know you haven't!'\n\n<|Q|>'What -- when I tell you that there is a poet, a fellow called Homer or something, who has got a sort of reputation already by putting the campaign into verses, rather long, but quite readable (you must order them); well, there's a lot about me in them.'<|Q|>\n\n'Did Homer see you there?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_36": "'Did Homer see you there?'\n\n'Now that's a most ridiculous question,' he protested, with a feeling that she was coming round, and that he should convince her directly; <|Q|>'the poet's blind, Clytemnestra, quite blind. But I will not argue -- you must be content with a warrior's assurance.'<|Q|>\n\nShe laughed. 'I'm afraid,' she said, 'that even a warrior's assurance will find it difficult to account satisfactorily for this -- and this -- and these!' And as she spoke, she handed him a variety of articles: a folding hat, a guide to Corinth, a conversation manual, several unused tourist tickets, one or two theatre programmes, a green veil, some supper bills, a correct card for the Olympian races, with the names of probable starters, and three little jointed wooden dolls.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_37": "She laughed. 'I'm afraid,' she said, 'that even a warrior's assurance will find it difficult to account satisfactorily for this -- and this -- and these!' And as she spoke, she handed him a variety of articles: a folding hat, a guide to Corinth, a conversation manual, several unused tourist tickets, one or two theatre programmes, a green veil, some supper bills, a correct card for the Olympian races, with the names of probable starters, and three little jointed wooden dolls.\n\nAgamemnon took them all helplessly; all his virtuous indignation had evaporated, and he looked very red and foolish as he said with a kind of nervous laugh, <|Q|>'You've been looking in my pockets!'<|Q|>\n\n'I have,' she said, 'and now what have you to say for yourself? I don't believe there is any such place as Troy.'", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_15": "\"Will,\" cried he, softly; and Stuteley, who had chosen his couch across the door of his young master's chamber, sprang up at once in answer.\n\n<|Q|>\"Do you hold yourself ready, Will, so soon as the house is asleep. We will go out together to the bower; there is a way down to the court from my window. Rest and be still until I warn you.\"<|Q|>\n\nStuteley replied in a word to him; and, blowing out his taper, Robin returned to his bed and flung himself upon it in patient expectation.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_39": "'I have,' she said, 'and now what have you to say for yourself? I don't believe there is any such place as Troy.'\n\n<|Q|>'There is indeed,'<|Q|> he pleaded; 'I can show it to you on the map!'\n\n'Well,' she said, 'if there is, you never went near it!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_40": "'I have,' she said, 'and now what have you to say for yourself? I don't believe there is any such place as Troy.'\n\n'There is indeed,' he pleaded; <|Q|>'I can show it to you on the map!'<|Q|>\n\n'Well,' she said, 'if there is, you never went near it!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_41": "'There is indeed,' he pleaded; 'I can show it to you on the map!'\n\n'Well,' she said, <|Q|>'if there is, you never went near it!'<|Q|>\n\n'Send those people away,' he said, 'and I will tell you all!'", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_17": "A draught of chill air puffed in their faces as they entered; and a great owl blundered screamingly out into the night, the rush and noise of it startling Will to a cold ecstasy of terror. He would have plunged madly back to the hall had not Robin held firmly to him.\n\n<|Q|>\"Be not so foolish, friend,\"<|Q|> said Fitzooth, crossly. His voice took his father's tone, as always happened when he was angered.\n\nThey moved thereafter cautiously about the hut, groping before and about them to find something to show that Warrenton had fulfilled his mission. Presently Will stumbled and fell, pulling down Robin atop of him.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_9": "'It is no happy home that is thus described!' the Chorus threw in profesionally.\n\n<|Q|>'But the Finger of Fate is slowly unwound, and the Hand of Destiny steps in to pace the marble halls with heavy tramp. And know, old men, that the Inevitable is not wholly unconnected with the Probable!'<|Q|>\n\nAt this even their politeness could not restrain a gesture of incredulity, but she heeded it not, and continued:", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_21": "\"Did you indeed bring horse and arms down this ladder, Warrenton?\" enquired Robin, with his suspicions still upon him. \"Truly such a horse should be worth much in Nottingham Fair! I would dearly have loved to see so brave a business -- -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"Nay, nay, lording,\"<|Q|> answered Warrenton, with a half-laugh. \"See\" -- and again he waved his light, showing them where the underground passage, for such it was, sloped upward to another and larger trap, now closed. \"This way is one of the many secret ones about Gamewell, master: but do you keep the knowledge of it to yourselves, I beg, unless you would wish hurt to our future lord of Gamewell.\"\n\nWarrenton spoke thus with significance, to show Robin that he was not to think Geoffrey's claims to the estate would be passed by. Robin Fitzooth saw that his doubts of Warrenton had been unfair: and he became ashamed of himself for harboring them.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_44": "'Send those people away,' he said, 'and I will tell you all!'\n\nAnd when they had gone, he confessed everything, explaining that he really had meant to go to Troy at first, and how, as he got nearer, he found himself less and less inclined for fighting -- until at last he determined to travel about and see life instead, and, as he expressed it, <|Q|>'pick up a little character.'<|Q|>\n\n'Well,' said Clytemnestra, 'I will have no little characters in my palace, Agamemnon.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_46": "'Well,' said Clytemnestra, 'I will have no little characters in my palace, Agamemnon.'\n\nBut he protested that she had not understood him. <|Q|>'And if I have erred, my love,'<|Q|> he suggested humbly, 'excuse me, but I cannot help thinking that the means devised for my correction were unnecessarily severe!'\n\n'They were nothing of the sort,' she said; 'you deserved it all -- and worse!'", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_22": "\"Did you indeed bring horse and arms down this ladder, Warrenton?\" enquired Robin, with his suspicions still upon him. \"Truly such a horse should be worth much in Nottingham Fair! I would dearly have loved to see so brave a business -- -- \"\n\n\"Nay, nay, lording,\" answered Warrenton, with a half-laugh. \"See\" -- and again he waved his light, showing them where the underground passage, for such it was, sloped upward to another and larger trap, now closed. <|Q|>\"This way is one of the many secret ones about Gamewell, master: but do you keep the knowledge of it to yourselves, I beg, unless you would wish hurt to our future lord of Gamewell.\"<|Q|>\n\nWarrenton spoke thus with significance, to show Robin that he was not to think Geoffrey's claims to the estate would be passed by. Robin Fitzooth saw that his doubts of Warrenton had been unfair: and he became ashamed of himself for harboring them.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_24": "Warrenton spoke thus with significance, to show Robin that he was not to think Geoffrey's claims to the estate would be passed by. Robin Fitzooth saw that his doubts of Warrenton had been unfair: and he became ashamed of himself for harboring them.\n\n\"Give me your hand, Warrenton, and help me to climb these steps,\" said he, openly. <|Q|>\"'Tis dark, for all your lamp; and I fain would feel friendly assistance, such as you can give.\"<|Q|>\n\nHis tones rang pleasantly on Warrenton's ears, and forthwith a good-fellowship was heralded between them. This was to mean much to the young hero of Locksley in the time to come; for Warrenton's help and tuition were to make Robin Fitzooth something far better than the clever bowman he was already. This night, in a way, saw the beginning of Robin's fortunes and strange, adventurous after-life.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_23": "Warrenton spoke thus with significance, to show Robin that he was not to think Geoffrey's claims to the estate would be passed by. Robin Fitzooth saw that his doubts of Warrenton had been unfair: and he became ashamed of himself for harboring them.\n\n<|Q|>\"Give me your hand, Warrenton, and help me to climb these steps,\"<|Q|> said he, openly. \"'Tis dark, for all your lamp; and I fain would feel friendly assistance, such as you can give.\"\n\nHis tones rang pleasantly on Warrenton's ears, and forthwith a good-fellowship was heralded between them. This was to mean much to the young hero of Locksley in the time to come; for Warrenton's help and tuition were to make Robin Fitzooth something far better than the clever bowman he was already. This night, in a way, saw the beginning of Robin's fortunes and strange, adventurous after-life.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_51": "'You hear it?' he asked tenderly, 'the dulcet strain? Know ye the note? Ah, Clytemnestra, 'tis the owl -- the blithe and tuneful owl! Owls sang on our bridal night -- can you hear their melody now and be unmoved? No, I did but wrong ye ... a tear trembles on that eyelash, a smile flickers upon that lip! I am pardoned. Clytemnestra -- wife, embrace me ... we both have much to forgive!'\n\nThis speech (which was not unlike some he had heard in thrilling dramas at the <|Q|>'H\u00e6mabronteion,'<|Q|> Corinth, where the prophetess Cassandra had been greatly admired in her impersonations of persecuted and distracted heroines) touched Clytemnestra's heart, in which, hard as it was, there was a strain of sentiment -- and she fell sobbing into her husband's arms.\n\nAnd so all was forgotten and forgiven in the most satisfactory manner, the Chorus (who had been considering themselves arrested until the intellectual strain had proved almost too much for them) were released, while it was found on inquiry that both \u00c6gisthus and Cassandra were missing, and no trace of either of them was ever found again; but it was generally understood that, with a delicate unselfishness, they had been unwilling to remain where their presence would lead to inevitable complications.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_2": "I saw that I was wrong again, and could only stammer something to the effect that a remark of Chlorine's had given me this impression.\n\n<|Q|>'What she could have said to convey such an idea passes my comprehension,'<|Q|> he said gravely; 'but she knows nothing -- she's a mere child. I have felt from the first, my boy, that your aunt's intention was to benefit you quite as much as my own daughter. Believe me, I shall not attempt to restrict you in any way; I shall be too rejoiced to see you come forth in safety from the Grey Chamber.'\n\nAll the relief I had begun to feel respecting the settlements was poisoned by these last words. Why did he talk of that confounded Grey Chamber as if it were a fiery furnace, or a cage of lions? What mystery was there concealed beneath all this, and how, since I was obviously supposed to be thoroughly acquainted with it, could I manage to penetrate the secret of this perplexing appointment?", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_0": "Young Fitzooth had been commanded to his mother's chamber so soon as he had come out from his converse with the Squire. There befell an anxious interview, Mistress Fitzooth arguing for and against the Squire's project in a breath. Robin was perplexed indeed: his ambition was fired by the Squire's rosy pictures of what he, as a true Montfichet, must adhere to without fail upon assuming the name and mantle of Gamewell.\n\nMost of all Robin thought of his father. What would he counsel? <|Q|>\"Remain Fitzooth, and fight your own way in the world, boy.\"<|Q|> That is what he might say. In the end Robin decided to sleep upon the matter. In any case he would not consent to rob Geoffrey of his inheritance; and he told old Gamewell this to his face. \"When I am gone you can do what you will with the place, boy,\" the old man had answered. \"I have no son; but, of course, the fees and revenues will be yours. If, for a whim, you beggar yourself, I cannot stay you. But take it whilst I live; and wear Montfichet's shield in the days when my eyes can be rejoiced by so brave a sight, for you will ne'er disgrace our 'scutcheon, I warrant me. Perchance 'tis Geoffrey's sole chance that you should wear the badge of Gamewell. I might choose to bequeath it elsewhere.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_1": "Young Fitzooth had been commanded to his mother's chamber so soon as he had come out from his converse with the Squire. There befell an anxious interview, Mistress Fitzooth arguing for and against the Squire's project in a breath. Robin was perplexed indeed: his ambition was fired by the Squire's rosy pictures of what he, as a true Montfichet, must adhere to without fail upon assuming the name and mantle of Gamewell.\n\nMost of all Robin thought of his father. What would he counsel? \"Remain Fitzooth, and fight your own way in the world, boy.\" That is what he might say. In the end Robin decided to sleep upon the matter. In any case he would not consent to rob Geoffrey of his inheritance; and he told old Gamewell this to his face. <|Q|>\"When I am gone you can do what you will with the place, boy,\"<|Q|> the old man had answered. \"I have no son; but, of course, the fees and revenues will be yours. If, for a whim, you beggar yourself, I cannot stay you. But take it whilst I live; and wear Montfichet's shield in the days when my eyes can be rejoiced by so brave a sight, for you will ne'er disgrace our 'scutcheon, I warrant me. Perchance 'tis Geoffrey's sole chance that you should wear the badge of Gamewell. I might choose to bequeath it elsewhere.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_3": "\"I have no son; but, of course, the fees and revenues will be yours. If, for a whim, you beggar yourself, I cannot stay you. But take it whilst I live; and wear Montfichet's shield in the days when my eyes can be rejoiced by so brave a sight, for you will ne'er disgrace our 'scutcheon, I warrant me. Perchance 'tis Geoffrey's sole chance that you should wear the badge of Gamewell. I might choose to bequeath it elsewhere.\"\n\nThe lad had checked him then. <|Q|>\"Never that, sir,\"<|Q|> he had said. \"Let Gamewell land be ruled, for ever, by Gamewell's proper lord. I pray you to let me take counsel with my mother ere I answer you.\"\n\n\"It is what I would suggest myself. Go to her.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_45": "My sternness was all for his judge, his executioner; yet it made him avert himself again, and that movement made me, with a single bound and an irrepressible cry, spring straight upon him. For there again, against the glass, as if to blight his confession and stay his answer, was the hideous author of our woe \u2014 the white face of damnation. I felt a sick swim at the drop of my victory and all the return of my battle, so that the wildness of my veritable leap only served as a great betrayal. I saw him, from the midst of my act, meet it with a divination, and on the perception that even now he only guessed, and that the window was still to his own eyes free, I let the impulse flame up to convert the climax of his dismay into the very proof of his liberation. \u201cNo more, no more, no more!\u201d I shrieked, as I tried to press him against me, to my visitant.\n\n\u201cIs she here?\u201d Miles panted as he caught with his sealed eyes the direction of my words. Then as his strange \u201cshe\u201d staggered me and, with a gasp, I echoed it, <|Q|>\u201cMiss Jessel, Miss Jessel!\u201d<|Q|> he with a sudden fury gave me back.\n\nI seized, stupefied, his supposition \u2014 some sequel to what we had done to Flora, but this made me only want to show him that it was better still than that. \u201cIt\u2019s not Miss Jessel! But it\u2019s at the window \u2014 straight before us. It\u2019s there \u2014 the coward horror, there for the last time!\u201d", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_5": "The lad had checked him then. \"Never that, sir,\" he had said. \"Let Gamewell land be ruled, for ever, by Gamewell's proper lord. I pray you to let me take counsel with my mother ere I answer you.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"It is what I would suggest myself. Go to her.\"<|Q|>\n\nThen had come the argument with his mother, which had unsettled him more than before.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_7": "\"Are you sure, Warrenton, that you will perform this business right carefully?\" Robin asked, over and over again, until the old servant became vexed.\n\n<|Q|>\"I am part of the house of Montfichet, lording,\"<|Q|> snapped Warrenton, at last, \"and it is not reasonable to think that I will turn against myself, as it were. Be sure that the horse and his trappings will be safely carried to my second master, Geoffrey, at the hour given. Do you keep the Squire employed in talk; and find excuse to lie in the little room next to his own that you may hear him if he moves.\"\n\nSo Robin and Will went back to the hall, and presently the Squire's voice was heard through the arras which covered the north entrance to the apartment. He was in deep converse with the clerk, and entered the hall holding him by the arm. For a moment Robin and Will were unperceived; then the Squire's bright, keen eyes discovered them.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_11": "'I -- I agree with you,' I replied faintly; 'she ought to be told.'\n\n'Precisely!' he said. <|Q|>'Break to her, then, the nature of the ordeal which lies before you.'<|Q|>\n\nIt was the very thing which I wanted to be broken to me! I would have given the world to know all about it myself, and so I stared at his gloomy old face with eyes that must have betrayed my helpless dismay. At last I saved myself by suggesting that such a story would come less harshly from a parent's lips.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_8": "\"Are you sure, Warrenton, that you will perform this business right carefully?\" Robin asked, over and over again, until the old servant became vexed.\n\n\"I am part of the house of Montfichet, lording,\" snapped Warrenton, at last, <|Q|>\"and it is not reasonable to think that I will turn against myself, as it were. Be sure that the horse and his trappings will be safely carried to my second master, Geoffrey, at the hour given. Do you keep the Squire employed in talk; and find excuse to lie in the little room next to his own that you may hear him if he moves.\"<|Q|>\n\nSo Robin and Will went back to the hall, and presently the Squire's voice was heard through the arras which covered the north entrance to the apartment. He was in deep converse with the clerk, and entered the hall holding him by the arm. For a moment Robin and Will were unperceived; then the Squire's bright, keen eyes discovered them.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_9": "So Robin and Will went back to the hall, and presently the Squire's voice was heard through the arras which covered the north entrance to the apartment. He was in deep converse with the clerk, and entered the hall holding him by the arm. For a moment Robin and Will were unperceived; then the Squire's bright, keen eyes discovered them.\n\n<|Q|>\"Now to bed, boy!\"<|Q|> cried he, dropping his detaining hold of the priest. \"'Tis late; and I go myself within a short space. Dismiss your squire, Robin, and bid me good e'en. An early sleeper maketh a sound man.\"\n\n\"Did I see you with Warrenton, Robin Fitzooth?\" put in the clerk, curiously. \"I would fain have some talk with him on the matter of archery. I am told that this old man can draw as pretty a bow as any in Nottingham.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_10": "'Poor girl,' said Sir Paul at last, 'it was for your own good that the whole truth has been thus concealed from you; but now, perhaps, the time has come when the truest kindness will be to reveal all. What do you say, Augustus?'\n\n'I -- I agree with you,' I replied faintly; <|Q|>'she ought to be told.'<|Q|>\n\n'Precisely!' he said. 'Break to her, then, the nature of the ordeal which lies before you.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_12": "It was the very thing which I wanted to be broken to me! I would have given the world to know all about it myself, and so I stared at his gloomy old face with eyes that must have betrayed my helpless dismay. At last I saved myself by suggesting that such a story would come less harshly from a parent's lips.\n\n<|Q|>'Well, so be it,'<|Q|> he said. 'Chlorine, compose yourself, dearest one; sit down there, and summon up all your fortitude to hear what I am about to tell you. You must know, then -- I think you had better let your mother give you a cup of tea before I begin; it will steady your nerves.'\n\nDuring the delay which followed -- for Sir Paul did not consider his daughter sufficiently fortified until she had taken at least three cups -- I suffered tortures of suspense, which I dared not betray.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_35": "'Did Homer see you there?'\n\n<|Q|>'Now that's a most ridiculous question,'<|Q|> he protested, with a feeling that she was coming round, and that he should convince her directly; 'the poet's blind, Clytemnestra, quite blind. But I will not argue -- you must be content with a warrior's assurance.'\n\nShe laughed. 'I'm afraid,' she said, 'that even a warrior's assurance will find it difficult to account satisfactorily for this -- and this -- and these!' And as she spoke, she handed him a variety of articles: a folding hat, a guide to Corinth, a conversation manual, several unused tourist tickets, one or two theatre programmes, a green veil, some supper bills, a correct card for the Olympian races, with the names of probable starters, and three little jointed wooden dolls.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_13": "It was the very thing which I wanted to be broken to me! I would have given the world to know all about it myself, and so I stared at his gloomy old face with eyes that must have betrayed my helpless dismay. At last I saved myself by suggesting that such a story would come less harshly from a parent's lips.\n\n'Well, so be it,' he said. <|Q|>'Chlorine, compose yourself, dearest one; sit down there, and summon up all your fortitude to hear what I am about to tell you. You must know, then -- I think you had better let your mother give you a cup of tea before I begin; it will steady your nerves.'<|Q|>\n\nDuring the delay which followed -- for Sir Paul did not consider his daughter sufficiently fortified until she had taken at least three cups -- I suffered tortures of suspense, which I dared not betray.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_14": "\"Did I see you with Warrenton, Robin Fitzooth?\" put in the clerk, curiously. \"I would fain have some talk with him on the matter of archery. I am told that this old man can draw as pretty a bow as any in Nottingham.\"\n\n\"As any in England, I would say,\" said Gamewell, proudly. <|Q|>\"That is, in his day. Now that age is upon Warrenton and his master, cunning in such matters is to seek. Yet he will teach you a few tricks when morning is come. Now kiss me, boy, and keep clear head and ready hand for the joustings and games to-morrow. Good night; God keep thee, Robin.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe seemed to take it for granted that Robin would, in the end, consent to become of the house of Gamewell. Already Squire George looked upon him as heir to the hall and its acres; even as slowly did Warrenton, the shrewd and faithful man-at-arms. Truth to tell, the old servant did not regard the prospect with too kind an eye.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_38": "Agamemnon took them all helplessly; all his virtuous indignation had evaporated, and he looked very red and foolish as he said with a kind of nervous laugh, 'You've been looking in my pockets!'\n\n'I have,' she said, <|Q|>'and now what have you to say for yourself? I don't believe there is any such place as Troy.'<|Q|>\n\n'There is indeed,' he pleaded; 'I can show it to you on the map!'", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_16": "At last all was quiet and black in the courtyard of Gamewell.\n\n\"Will,\" whispered Robin, opening his door as he spoke, <|Q|>\"are you ready?\"<|Q|>\n\nStuteley nodded as he entered on pointed toes.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_20": "'Sir Paul, you -- you mustn't stop there, or you'll alarm Chlorine more than there's any need to do. She -- ha, ha! -- don't you see, she has got some idea into her head that I have to go through much the same sort of thing. Just explain that to her. I'm not a Catafalque, Chlorine, so it -- it can't interfere with me. That is so, isn't it, Sir Paul? Good heavens, sir, don't torture her like this!' I cried, as he was silent. 'Speak out!'\n\n<|Q|>'You mean well, Augustus,'<|Q|> he said, 'but the time for deceiving her has gone by; she must know the worst. Yes, my poor child,' he continued to Chlorine, whose eyes were wide with terror -- though I fancy mine were even wider -- 'unhappily, though our beloved Augustus is not a Catafalque himself, he has of his own free will brought himself within the influence of the Curse, and he, too, at the appointed hour, must keep the awful assignation, and brave all that the most fiendish malevolence can do to shake his resolution.'", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_19": "The darkness of the pit was suddenly illumined, and the lads found themselves suddenly faced by the beams of a lanthorn suspended at about a man's height in the air. From the blackness behind the light they heard a voice -- Warrenton's!\n\n\"Save me, masters, but you startled me rarely!\" cried he, waving the lanthorn before him to make sure that these were no ghosts in front of him. <|Q|>\"I have but this minute left Master Montfichet, having carried his horse to him in safety. He rides into Nottingham to-morrow, unattended. I would that I might be squire to him!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Did you indeed bring horse and arms down this ladder, Warrenton?\" enquired Robin, with his suspicions still upon him. \"Truly such a horse should be worth much in Nottingham Fair! I would dearly have loved to see so brave a business -- -- \"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_20": "\"Save me, masters, but you startled me rarely!\" cried he, waving the lanthorn before him to make sure that these were no ghosts in front of him. \"I have but this minute left Master Montfichet, having carried his horse to him in safety. He rides into Nottingham to-morrow, unattended. I would that I might be squire to him!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Did you indeed bring horse and arms down this ladder, Warrenton?\"<|Q|> enquired Robin, with his suspicions still upon him. \"Truly such a horse should be worth much in Nottingham Fair! I would dearly have loved to see so brave a business -- -- \"\n\n\"Nay, nay, lording,\" answered Warrenton, with a half-laugh. \"See\" -- and again he waved his light, showing them where the underground passage, for such it was, sloped upward to another and larger trap, now closed. \"This way is one of the many secret ones about Gamewell, master: but do you keep the knowledge of it to yourselves, I beg, unless you would wish hurt to our future lord of Gamewell.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_24_james_64kb_38": "\u201cThe masters? They didn\u2019t \u2014 they\u2019ve never told. That\u2019s why I ask you.\u201d\n\nHe turned to me again his little beautiful fevered face. <|Q|>\u201cYes, it was too bad.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cToo bad?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_15": "At this point the Queen appeared at the head of the marble steps, down which she glided cautiously and came towards them, evidently in a condition of suppressed excitement.\n\n<|Q|>'What a beautiful evening!'<|Q|> said the Chorus in unison, for they considered it better taste not to appear to have noticed anything at all unusual.\n\n'Agamemnon is with his ancestors,' she replied in a fierce whisper; 'I sewed up the sleeves of his bathing-gown and I drugged his coffee, and then from afar I turned on the hot water. And he is boiled, and it serves him right, and I'm glad of it -- so now! But tell me, ye aged ones,' she added with one of her quick transitions, 'have I done well?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_27": "I was on the verge of gibbering then; I dared not trust myself to speak.\n\n<|Q|>'Nay, Chlorine,'<|Q|> said Sir Paul more cheerfully, 'there is no cause for alarm; all has been made smooth for Augustus.' (I began to brighten a little at this.) 'His Aunt Petronia had made a special study of the old-world science of incantation, and had undoubtedly succeeded at last in discovering the master-word which, employed according to her directions, would almost certainly break the unhallowed spell. In her compassionate attachment to us, she formed the design of persuading a youth of blameless life and antecedents to present himself as our champion, and the reports she had been given of our dear Augustu", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_49": "But he protested that she had not understood him. 'And if I have erred, my love,' he suggested humbly, 'excuse me, but I cannot help thinking that the means devised for my correction were unnecessarily severe!'\n\n'They were nothing of the sort,' she said; <|Q|>'you deserved it all -- and worse!'<|Q|>\n\nUpon this Agamemnon made haste to assure her that she had shown a very proper spirit, and he respected her the more for it. 'And now,' he put it to her, 'why not let bygones be bygones?' But Clytemnestra's reply was that she would be quite willing to permit this when they were bygones, which, at present, she added, they were very far from being.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_21": "'Summon the populace,' Clytemnestra next commanded, and the Argives left the fireworks obediently and assembled before the steps.\n\n<|Q|>'Citizens! Argives!'<|Q|> she cried in a loud clear voice, 'I am sure you will all be very sorry and disappointed to hear that your beloved sovereign, so lately restored to us' (here she broke down with the naturalness of a great artist) -- 'that our beloved sovereign is -- by a most deplorable and unaccountable lack of precaution -- -- '\n\n'Alive!' interrupted a voice from behind the Queen, and someone pushed aside the hangings before the door of the Palace, and began to descend the steps. It was Agamemnon himself.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_0": "Drawing a chair up to Sir Paul's, I began to broach the subject calmly and temperately. 'I find,' I said, 'that we have not quite understood one another over this affair in the Grey Chamber. When I agreed to an appointment there, I thought -- well, it doesn't matter what I thought, I was a little too premature. What I want to say now is, that while I have no objection to you, as Chlorine's father, asking me any questions (in reason) about myself, I feel a delicacy in discussing my private affairs with a perfect stranger.'\n\nHis burning eyes looked me through and through; <|Q|>'I don't understand,'<|Q|> he said. 'Tell me what you are talking about.'\n\nI began all over again, telling him exactly what I felt about solicitors and settlements. 'Are you well?' he asked sternly. 'What have I ever said about settlements or solicitors?", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_25": "His tones rang pleasantly on Warrenton's ears, and forthwith a good-fellowship was heralded between them. This was to mean much to the young hero of Locksley in the time to come; for Warrenton's help and tuition were to make Robin Fitzooth something far better than the clever bowman he was already. This night, in a way, saw the beginning of Robin's fortunes and strange, adventurous after-life.\n\nThe old servant told him quietly as they crept back to Gamewell that this passage-way led from the hut in the pleasance to Sherwood; and that Geoffrey for the time was hiding with the outlaws in the forest. <|Q|>\"Our master is to be recognized by us as the Scarlet Knight at Nottingham Fair should one ask of us, lording,\"<|Q|> Warrenton told him. \"He implores us to be discreet as the grave in this matter, for in sooth his life is in the hollow of our hands.\"\n\nThe old servant spoke no more. In silence he led them back into Gamewell by the private door through the stables by which he had himself emerged.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_1": "Drawing a chair up to Sir Paul's, I began to broach the subject calmly and temperately. 'I find,' I said, 'that we have not quite understood one another over this affair in the Grey Chamber. When I agreed to an appointment there, I thought -- well, it doesn't matter what I thought, I was a little too premature. What I want to say now is, that while I have no objection to you, as Chlorine's father, asking me any questions (in reason) about myself, I feel a delicacy in discussing my private affairs with a perfect stranger.'\n\nHis burning eyes looked me through and through; 'I don't understand,' he said. <|Q|>'Tell me what you are talking about.'<|Q|>\n\nI began all over again, telling him exactly what I felt about solicitors and settlements. 'Are you well?' he asked sternly. 'What have I ever said about settlements or solicitors?", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_26": "His tones rang pleasantly on Warrenton's ears, and forthwith a good-fellowship was heralded between them. This was to mean much to the young hero of Locksley in the time to come; for Warrenton's help and tuition were to make Robin Fitzooth something far better than the clever bowman he was already. This night, in a way, saw the beginning of Robin's fortunes and strange, adventurous after-life.\n\nThe old servant told him quietly as they crept back to Gamewell that this passage-way led from the hut in the pleasance to Sherwood; and that Geoffrey for the time was hiding with the outlaws in the forest. \"Our master is to be recognized by us as the Scarlet Knight at Nottingham Fair should one ask of us, lording,\" Warrenton told him. <|Q|>\"He implores us to be discreet as the grave in this matter, for in sooth his life is in the hollow of our hands.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe old servant spoke no more. In silence he led them back into Gamewell by the private door through the stables by which he had himself emerged.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_22": "'Summon the populace,' Clytemnestra next commanded, and the Argives left the fireworks obediently and assembled before the steps.\n\n'Citizens! Argives!' she cried in a loud clear voice, <|Q|>'I am sure you will all be very sorry and disappointed to hear that your beloved sovereign, so lately restored to us'<|Q|> (here she broke down with the naturalness of a great artist) -- 'that our beloved sovereign is -- by a most deplorable and unaccountable lack of precaution -- -- '\n\n'Alive!' interrupted a voice from behind the Queen, and someone pushed aside the hangings before the door of the Palace, and began to descend the steps. It was Agamemnon himself.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_36": "'Not go near it!' they all cried aghast.\n\n<|Q|>'Not on any account,'<|Q|> I said, for I felt firmer and easier now that I had taken up this position. 'If the Curse has any business with me, let it come down and settle it here before you all in a plain straightforward manner. Let us go about it in a business-like way. On second thoughts,' I added, fearing lest they should find means of carrying out this suggestion. 'I won't meet it anywhere!'\n\n'And why -- why won't you meet it?' they asked breathlessly.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_37": "'Not go near it!' they all cried aghast.\n\n'Not on any account,' I said, for I felt firmer and easier now that I had taken up this position. <|Q|>'If the Curse has any business with me, let it come down and settle it here before you all in a plain straightforward manner. Let us go about it in a business-like way. On second thoughts,'<|Q|> I added, fearing lest they should find means of carrying out this suggestion. 'I won't meet it anywhere!'\n\n'And why -- why won't you meet it?' they asked breathlessly.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_5": "While he had been speaking, the faint, mournful music died away, and, looking up, I saw Chlorine, a pale, slight form, standing framed in the archway which connected the two rooms.\n\n'Go back to your piano, my child,' said the baronet; <|Q|>'Augustus and I have much to talk about which is not for your ears.'<|Q|>\n\n'But why not?' she said; 'oh, why not? Papa! dearest mother! Augustus! I can bear it no longer! I have often felt of late that we are living this strange life under the shadow of some fearful Thing, which would chase all cheerfulness from any home. More than this I did not seek to know; I dared not ask. But now, when I know that Augustus, whom I love with my whole heart, must shortly face this ghastly presence, you cannot wonder if I seek to learn the real extent of the danger that awaits him! Tell me all. I can bear the worst -- for it cannot be more horrible than my own fears!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_8": "Lady Catafalque had roused herself and was wringing her long mittened hands and moaning feebly. 'Paul,' she said, 'you must not tell her; it will kill her; she is not strong!' Her husband seemed undecided, and I myself began to feel exquisitely uncomfortable. Chlorine's words pointed to something infinitely more terrible than a mere solicitor.\n\n'Poor girl,' said Sir Paul at last, <|Q|>'it was for your own good that the whole truth has been thus concealed from you; but now, perhaps, the time has come when the truest kindness will be to reveal all. What do you say, Augustus?'<|Q|>\n\n'I -- I agree with you,' I replied faintly; 'she ought to be told.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_42": "'Because,' I explained desperately, 'because I'm -- I'm a materialist.' (I had not been previously aware that I had any decided opinions on the question, but I could not stay then to consider the point.) 'How can I have any dealings with a preposterous supernatural something which my reason forbids me to believe in? You see my difficulty? It would be inconsistent, to begin with, and -- and extremely painful to both sides.'\n\n<|Q|>'No more of this ribaldry,'<|Q|> said Sir Paul sternly. 'It may be terribly remembered against you when the hour comes. Keep a guard over your tongue, for all our sakes, and more especially your own. Recollect that the Curse knows all that passes beneath this roof. And do not forget, too, that you are pledged -- irrevocably pledged. You must confront the Curse!'\n\nOnly a short hour ago, and I had counted Chlorine's fortune and Chlorine as virtually mine; and now I saw my golden dreams roughly shattered for ever! And, oh, what a wrench it was to tear myself from them! what it cost me to speak the words that barred my Paradise to me for ever!", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_7": "'oh, why not? Papa! dearest mother! Augustus! I can bear it no longer! I have often felt of late that we are living this strange life under the shadow of some fearful Thing, which would chase all cheerfulness from any home. More than this I did not seek to know; I dared not ask. But now, when I know that Augustus, whom I love with my whole heart, must shortly face this ghastly presence, you cannot wonder if I seek to learn the real extent of the danger that awaits him! Tell me all. I can bear the worst -- for it cannot be more horrible than my own fears!'\n\nLady Catafalque had roused herself and was wringing her long mittened hands and moaning feebly. 'Paul,' she said, <|Q|>'you must not tell her; it will kill her; she is not strong!'<|Q|> Her husband seemed undecided, and I myself began to feel exquisitely uncomfortable. Chlorine's words pointed to something infinitely more terrible than a mere solicitor.\n\n'Poor girl,' said Sir Paul at last, 'it was for your own good that the whole truth has been thus concealed from you; but now, perhaps, the time has come when the truest kindness will be to reveal all. What do you say, Augustus?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_9": "'Poor girl,' said Sir Paul at last, 'it was for your own good that the whole truth has been thus concealed from you; but now, perhaps, the time has come when the truest kindness will be to reveal all. What do you say, Augustus?'\n\n<|Q|>'I -- I agree with you,'<|Q|> I replied faintly; 'she ought to be told.'\n\n'Precisely!' he said. 'Break to her, then, the nature of the ordeal which lies before you.'", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_11": "\"Now to bed, boy!\" cried he, dropping his detaining hold of the priest. \"'Tis late; and I go myself within a short space. Dismiss your squire, Robin, and bid me good e'en. An early sleeper maketh a sound man.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Did I see you with Warrenton, Robin Fitzooth?\"<|Q|> put in the clerk, curiously. \"I would fain have some talk with him on the matter of archery. I am told that this old man can draw as pretty a bow as any in Nottingham.\"\n\n\"As any in England, I would say,\" said Gamewell, proudly. \"That is, in his day. Now that age is upon Warrenton and his master, cunning in such matters is to seek. Yet he will teach you a few tricks when morning is come. Now kiss me, boy, and keep clear head and ready hand for the joustings and games to-morrow. Good night; God keep thee, Robin.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_12": "\"Now to bed, boy!\" cried he, dropping his detaining hold of the priest. \"'Tis late; and I go myself within a short space. Dismiss your squire, Robin, and bid me good e'en. An early sleeper maketh a sound man.\"\n\n\"Did I see you with Warrenton, Robin Fitzooth?\" put in the clerk, curiously. <|Q|>\"I would fain have some talk with him on the matter of archery. I am told that this old man can draw as pretty a bow as any in Nottingham.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"As any in England, I would say,\" said Gamewell, proudly. \"That is, in his day. Now that age is upon Warrenton and his master, cunning in such matters is to seek. Yet he will teach you a few tricks when morning is come. Now kiss me, boy, and keep clear head and ready hand for the joustings and games to-morrow. Good night; God keep thee, Robin.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_13": "\"Did I see you with Warrenton, Robin Fitzooth?\" put in the clerk, curiously. \"I would fain have some talk with him on the matter of archery. I am told that this old man can draw as pretty a bow as any in Nottingham.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"As any in England, I would say,\"<|Q|> said Gamewell, proudly. \"That is, in his day. Now that age is upon Warrenton and his master, cunning in such matters is to seek. Yet he will teach you a few tricks when morning is come. Now kiss me, boy, and keep clear head and ready hand for the joustings and games to-morrow. Good night; God keep thee, Robin.\"\n\nHe seemed to take it for granted that Robin would, in the end, consent to become of the house of Gamewell. Already Squire George looked upon him as heir to the hall and its acres; even as slowly did Warrenton, the shrewd and faithful man-at-arms. Truth to tell, the old servant did not regard the prospect with too kind an eye.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_14": "At last the baronet was satisfied, and not without a sort of gloomy enjoyment and a proud relish of the distinction implied in his exceptional affliction, he began his weird and almost incredible tale.\n\n<|Q|>'It is now,'<|Q|> said he, 'some centuries since our ill-fated house was first afflicted with the family curse which still attends it. A certain Humfrey de Catafalque, by his acquaintance with the black art, as it was said, had procured the services of a species of familiar, a dread and supernatural being. For some reason he had conceived a bitter enmity towards his nearest relations, whom he hated with a virulence that not even death could soften. For, by a refinement of malice, he bequeathed this baleful thing to his descendants for ever, as an inalienable heirloom! And to this day it follows the title -- and the head of the family for the time being is bound to provide it with a secret apartment under his own roof. But that is not the worst: as each member of our house succeeds to the ancestral rank and honours, he must seek an interview with 'The Curse,' as it has been styled for generations. And, in that interview, it is decided whether the spell is to be broken and the Curse depart from us for ever -- or whether it is to continue its blighting influence, and hold yet another life in miserable thraldom.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_18": "Never, in my wildest imaginings, had I anticipated anything one quarter so dreadful as this; but still I clung to the hope that it was impossible to bring me into the affair.\n\n<|Q|>'But, Sir Paul,'<|Q|> I said -- 'Sir Paul, you -- you mustn't stop there, or you'll alarm Chlorine more than there's any need to do. She -- ha, ha! -- don't you see, she has got some idea into her head that I have to go through much the same sort of thing. Just explain that to her. I'm not a Catafalque, Chlorine, so it -- it can't interfere with me. That is so, isn't it, Sir Paul? Good heavens, sir, don't torture her like this!' I cried, as he was silent. 'Speak out!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_15": "' said he, 'some centuries since our ill-fated house was first afflicted with the family curse which still attends it. A certain Humfrey de Catafalque, by his acquaintance with the black art, as it was said, had procured the services of a species of familiar, a dread and supernatural being. For some reason he had conceived a bitter enmity towards his nearest relations, whom he hated with a virulence that not even death could soften. For, by a refinement of malice, he bequeathed this baleful thing to his descendants for ever, as an inalienable heirloom! And to this day it follows the title -- and the head of the family for the time being is bound to provide it with a secret apartment under his own roof. But that is not the worst: as each member of our house succeeds to the ancestral rank and honours, he must seek an interview with 'The Curse,' as it has been styled for generations. And, in that interview, it is decided whether the spell is to be broken and the Curse depart from us for ever -- or whether it is to continue its blighting influence, and hold yet another life in miserable thraldom.'\n\n<|Q|>'And are you one of its thralls then, papa?'<|Q|> faltered Chlorine.\n\n'I am, indeed,' he said. 'I failed to quell it, as every Catafalque, however brave and resolute, has failed yet. It checks all my accounts, and woe to me if that cold, withering eye discovers the slightest error -- even in the pence column! I could not describe the extent of my bondage to you, my daughter, or the humiliation of having to go and tremble monthly before that awful presence. Not even yet, old as I am, have I grown quite accustomed to it!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_19": "Never, in my wildest imaginings, had I anticipated anything one quarter so dreadful as this; but still I clung to the hope that it was impossible to bring me into the affair.\n\n'But, Sir Paul,' I said -- <|Q|>'Sir Paul, you -- you mustn't stop there, or you'll alarm Chlorine more than there's any need to do. She -- ha, ha! -- don't you see, she has got some idea into her head that I have to go through much the same sort of thing. Just explain that to her. I'<|Q|>m not a Catafalque, Chlorine, so it -- it can't interfere with me. That is so, isn't it, Sir Paul? Good heavens, sir, don't torture her like this!' I cried, as he was silent. 'Speak out!'\n\n'You mean well, Augustus,' he said, 'but the time for deceiving her has gone by; she must know the worst. Yes, my poor child,' he continued to Chlorine, whose eyes were wide with terror -- though I fancy mine were even wider --", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_16": "'And are you one of its thralls then, papa?' faltered Chlorine.\n\n<|Q|>'I am, indeed,'<|Q|> he said. 'I failed to quell it, as every Catafalque, however brave and resolute, has failed yet. It checks all my accounts, and woe to me if that cold, withering eye discovers the slightest error -- even in the pence column! I could not describe the extent of my bondage to you, my daughter, or the humiliation of having to go and tremble monthly before that awful presence. Not even yet, old as I am, have I grown quite accustomed to it!'", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_18": "The darkness of the pit was suddenly illumined, and the lads found themselves suddenly faced by the beams of a lanthorn suspended at about a man's height in the air. From the blackness behind the light they heard a voice -- Warrenton's!\n\n<|Q|>\"Save me, masters, but you startled me rarely!\"<|Q|> cried he, waving the lanthorn before him to make sure that these were no ghosts in front of him. \"I have but this minute left Master Montfichet, having carried his horse to him in safety. He rides into Nottingham to-morrow, unattended. I would that I might be squire to him!\"\n\n\"Did you indeed bring horse and arms down this ladder, Warrenton?\" enquired Robin, with his suspicions still upon him. \"Truly such a horse should be worth much in Nottingham Fair! I would dearly have loved to see so brave a business -- -- \"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_21": "'Sir Paul, you -- you mustn't stop there, or you'll alarm Chlorine more than there's any need to do. She -- ha, ha! -- don't you see, she has got some idea into her head that I have to go through much the same sort of thing. Just explain that to her. I'm not a Catafalque, Chlorine, so it -- it can't interfere with me. That is so, isn't it, Sir Paul? Good heavens, sir, don't torture her like this!' I cried, as he was silent. 'Speak out!'\n\n'You mean well, Augustus,' he said, <|Q|>'but the time for deceiving her has gone by; she must know the worst. Yes, my poor child,'<|Q|> he continued to Chlorine, whose eyes were wide with terror -- though I fancy mine were even wider -- 'unhappily, though our beloved Augustus is not a Catafalque himself, he has of his own free will brought himself within the influence of the Curse, and he, too, at the appointed hour, must keep the awful assignation, and brave all that the most fiendish malevolence can do to shake his resolution.'\n\nI could not say a single word; the horror of the idea was altogether too much for me, and I fell back on my chair in a state of speechless collapse.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_2": "\"And I suppose that would have meant you'd have shipped in all the food we needed free?\" Gordon asked.\n\nThe other stopped to think it over. Then he laughed roughly. <|Q|>\"Nope. You're right. The growers would starve next year if they gave it all away now. Well, we'll get in enough food this way to keep you going for a while -- couple of weeks, at least.\"<|Q|>\n\nIt sounded good, and might have worked if there had been the normal food reserve, or if the other three quadrants had been willing to do as much. But while the immediate pressure of starvation was lifted, Gordon's own stomach told him that it wasn't an adequate diet. Signs of scurvy and pellagra were increasing.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_22": "m not a Catafalque, Chlorine, so it -- it can't interfere with me. That is so, isn't it, Sir Paul? Good heavens, sir, don't torture her like this!' I cried, as he was silent. 'Speak out!'\n\n'You mean well, Augustus,' he said, 'but the time for deceiving her has gone by; she must know the worst. Yes, my poor child,' he continued to Chlorine, whose eyes were wide with terror -- though I fancy mine were even wider -- <|Q|>'unhappily, though our beloved Augustus is not a Catafalque himself, he has of his own free will brought himself within the influence of the Curse, and he, too, at the appointed hour, must keep the awful assignation, and brave all that the most fiendish malevolence can do to shake his resolution.'<|Q|>\n\nI could not say a single word; the horror of the idea was altogether too much for me, and I fell back on my chair in a state of speechless collapse.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_6": "Mother Corey met him, dragging him back to a small room where he dug up an impossibly precious bottle of brandy. \"Drink it all, cobber. So one of your Security badges had the wrong man attached to it, and word got back. Couldn't be helped. You just ran into the sacred law of Marsport -- the one they teach kids. Be bad, and the dome'll collapse. The dome made Marsport, and it's taboo!\"\n\nGordon nodded. Maybe the old man was right. <|Q|>\"If the dome gives them a perfect cover, why let me make a jackass of myself, Mother?\"<|Q|> he asked numbly.\n\nCorey shook his head, setting the heavy folds of flesh to bouncing. \"Gave them something to live for here, cobber. And when you get over this, you're gonna announce new plans to try again. Yes, you are! But right now, you get yourself drunk!\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_26": "'it is not only all new baronets, but every one who would seek an alliance with the females of our race, who must, by the terms of that strange bequest, also undergo this trial. It may be in some degree owing to this necessity that, ever since Humfrey de Catafalque's diabolical testament first took effect, every maiden of our House has died a spinster.' (Here Chlorine hid her face with a low wail.) 'In 1770, it is true, one solitary suitor was emboldened by love and daring to face the ordeal. He went calmly and resolutely to the chamber where the Curse was then lodged, and the next morning they found him outside the door -- a gibbering maniac!'\n\nI writhed on my chair. 'Augustus!' cried Chlorine wildly, <|Q|>'promise me you will not permit the Curse to turn you into a gibbering maniac. I think if I saw you gibber I should die!'<|Q|>\n\nI was on the verge of gibbering then; I dared not trust myself to speak.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_07_anstey_64kb_47": "'Well,' said Clytemnestra, 'I will have no little characters in my palace, Agamemnon.'\n\nBut he protested that she had not understood him. 'And if I have erred, my love,' he suggested humbly, <|Q|>'excuse me, but I cannot help thinking that the means devised for my correction were unnecessarily severe!'<|Q|>\n\n'They were nothing of the sort,' she said; 'you deserved it all -- and worse!'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_8": "He left Gordon and the bottle. After a while, the bottle was gone. He felt number, but no better, by the time Izzy came in.\n\n<|Q|>\"Trench is outside in a heavy-armored car, Bruce. Says he wants to see you. Something to discuss -- a proposition!\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon stood up, wobbling a little, trying to think. Then he swore, and headed for his room. \"Tell him to go to hell!\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_30": "I saw very little ground for expecting to emerge as anything of the kind, or for that matter to emerge at all, except in instalments, -- for the master-word which was to abash the demon was probably inside the packet of instructions, and that was certainly somewhere at the bottom of the sea, outside Melbourne, fathoms below the surface.\n\nI could bear no more. <|Q|>'It's simply astonishing to me,'<|Q|> I said, 'that in the nineteenth century, hardly six miles from Charing Cross, you can calmly allow this hideous \"Curse,\" or whatever you call it, to have things all its own way like this.'\n\n'What can I do, Augustus?' he asked helplessly.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_11": "\"What did Trench want?\" he asked thickly.\n\n<|Q|>\"He wanted to show you a badge -- a Security badge made out for him,\"<|Q|> she answered. \"At least he said he wanted to show you something, and it was about that size. He wouldn't talk with us much. But I remember his name in the book -- \"\n\nGordon shook his head and sat up. The book, he thought, trying to focus his thoughts. The book with all the names...", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_12": "Gordon shook his head and sat up. The book, he thought, trying to focus his thoughts. The book with all the names...\n\n<|Q|>\"All right, Cuddles,\"<|Q|> he said finally. \"You got your meal ticket, and you've outgrown it in this mess. Now I want that damned book! I've been operating in the dark. It's time I found out how to get in touch with some of those people. Where is it?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"It isn't. Bruce -- I don't have it. That time I gave you the note, you didn't come when I said, and I thought you wouldn't. Then Jurgens' men broke in, and I thought they'd get it, so -- so I burned it. I lied to you about using it to make you keep me.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_35": "'Take it out for an airing (it must want an airing by this time); take it out -- and lose it! Or get both the archbishops to step in and lay it for you. Sell the house, and make the purchaser take it at a valuation, with the other fixtures. I certainly would not live under the same roof with it. And I want you to understand one thing -- I was never told all this; I have been kept in the dark about it. Of course I knew there was some kind of a curse in the family -- but I never dreamed of anything so bad as this, and I never had any intention of being boxed up alone with it either. I shall not go near the Grey Chamber!'\n\n<|Q|>'Not go near it!'<|Q|> they all cried aghast.\n\n'Not on any account,' I said, for I felt firmer and easier now that I had taken up this position. 'If the Curse has any business with me, let it come down and settle it here before you all in a plain straightforward manner. Let us go about it in a business-like way. On second thoughts,' I added, fearing lest they should find means of carrying out this suggestion. 'I won't meet it anywhere!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_3": "I saw that I was wrong again, and could only stammer something to the effect that a remark of Chlorine's had given me this impression.\n\n'What she could have said to convey such an idea passes my comprehension,' he said gravely; <|Q|>'but she knows nothing -- she's a mere child. I have felt from the first, my boy, that your aunt's intention was to benefit you quite as much as my own daughter. Believe me, I shall not attempt to restrict you in any way; I shall be too rejoiced to see you come forth in safety from the Grey Chamber.'<|Q|>\n\nAll the relief I had begun to feel respecting the settlements was poisoned by these last words. Why did he talk of that confounded Grey Chamber as if it were a fiery furnace, or a cage of lions? What mystery was there concealed beneath all this, and how, since I was obviously supposed to be thoroughly acquainted with it, could I manage to penetrate the secret of this perplexing appointment?", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_38": "'Not go near it!' they all cried aghast.\n\n'Not on any account,' I said, for I felt firmer and easier now that I had taken up this position. 'If the Curse has any business with me, let it come down and settle it here before you all in a plain straightforward manner. Let us go about it in a business-like way. On second thoughts,' I added, fearing lest they should find means of carrying out this suggestion. <|Q|>'I won't meet it anywhere!'<|Q|>\n\n'And why -- why won't you meet it?' they asked breathlessly.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_4": "While he had been speaking, the faint, mournful music died away, and, looking up, I saw Chlorine, a pale, slight form, standing framed in the archway which connected the two rooms.\n\n<|Q|>'Go back to your piano, my child,'<|Q|> said the baronet; 'Augustus and I have much to talk about which is not for your ears.'\n\n'But why not?' she said; 'oh, why not? Papa! dearest mother! Augustus! I can bear it no longer! I have often felt of late that we are living this strange life under the shadow of some fearful Thing, which would chase all cheerfulness from any home. More than this I did not seek to know; I dared not ask. But now, when I know that Augustus, whom I love with my whole heart, must shortly face this ghastly presence, you cannot wonder if I seek to learn the real extent of the danger that awaits him! Tell me all. I can bear the worst -- for it cannot be more horrible than my own fears!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_33": "'What can I do, Augustus?' he asked helplessly.\n\n<|Q|>'Do? Anything!'<|Q|> I retorted wildly (for I scarcely knew what I said). 'Take it out for an airing (it must want an airing by this time); take it out -- and lose it! Or get both the archbishops to step in and lay it for you. Sell the house, and make the purchaser take it at a valuation, with the other fixtures. I certainly would not live under the same roof with it. And I want you to understand one thing -- I was never told all this; I have been kept in the dark about it. Of course I knew there was some kind of a curse in the family -- but I never dreamed of anything so bad as this, and I never had any intention of being boxed up alone with it either. I shall not go near the Grey Chamber!'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_17": "She turned toward the door as he pushed up from the bed, but his arm caught her wrist, dragging her back. She whimpered once, then shrieked faintly as his hand caught the buttons on the dress, jerking them off. Then suddenly she was a writhing, biting, scratching fury. He tightened his hand and lifted her to the bed, dropping a knee onto her throat and beginning to squeeze, while he jerked the dress and thin slip off.\n\nShe sat up as he released his knee, her hoarse voice squeezed from between her writhing lips. <|Q|>\"Are you satisfied now, you mechanical beast! Do you still think I have it on me?\"<|Q|>\n\nHe grinned, twisting the corners of his mouth. \"You don't. Don't you know a wife shouldn't keep secrets from her husband? A warm-blooded, affectionate husband, to boot.\" He bent down, knocking aside her flailing arms, and pulled her closer to him. \"Better tell your husband where the book is, Cuddles!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_19": "She sat up as he released his knee, her hoarse voice squeezed from between her writhing lips. \"Are you satisfied now, you mechanical beast! Do you still think I have it on me?\"\n\nHe grinned, twisting the corners of his mouth. \"You don't. Don't you know a wife shouldn't keep secrets from her husband? A warm-blooded, affectionate husband, to boot.\" He bent down, knocking aside her flailing arms, and pulled her closer to him. <|Q|>\"Better tell your husband where the book is, Cuddles!\"<|Q|>\n\nShe cursed and he drew her closer. He bent down, forcing her head back and setting his lips on hers.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_39": "'Not on any account,' I said, for I felt firmer and easier now that I had taken up this position. 'If the Curse has any business with me, let it come down and settle it here before you all in a plain straightforward manner. Let us go about it in a business-like way. On second thoughts,' I added, fearing lest they should find means of carrying out this suggestion. 'I won't meet it anywhere!'\n\n<|Q|>'And why -- why won't you meet it?'<|Q|> they asked breathlessly.\n\n'Because,' I explained desperately, 'because I'm -- I'm a materialist.' (I had not been previously aware that I had any decided opinions on the question, but I could not stay then to consider the point.) 'How can I have any dealings with a preposterous supernatural something which my reason forbids me to believe in? You see my difficulty? It would be inconsistent, to begin with, and -- and extremely painful to both sides.'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_20": "From somewhere, wetness touched his cheek; he lifted his head and looked down. The wetness came from tears that spilled out of her eyes and ran off onto the mattress. She was making no sound, and there was no resistance, but the tears ran out, one drop seeming to trip over another.\n\n\"All right, Sheila,\" he said. His voice was cracked in his ears. <|Q|>\"Another week of being a failure on this planet of failures, and I might. Go ahead and tell me I'm the same as your first husband. If I can't even keep my word to you, I can at least get out and stay out.\"<|Q|> He shook his head, waiting for her denunciation. \"For your amusement, I'm going to miss having you around!\"\n\nHe stood up. Something touched his hand, and he looked down to see her fingers.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_06_creswick_64kb_10": "So Robin and Will went back to the hall, and presently the Squire's voice was heard through the arras which covered the north entrance to the apartment. He was in deep converse with the clerk, and entered the hall holding him by the arm. For a moment Robin and Will were unperceived; then the Squire's bright, keen eyes discovered them.\n\n\"Now to bed, boy!\" cried he, dropping his detaining hold of the priest. <|Q|>\"'Tis late; and I go myself within a short space. Dismiss your squire, Robin, and bid me good e'en. An early sleeper maketh a sound man.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Did I see you with Warrenton, Robin Fitzooth?\" put in the clerk, curiously. \"I would fain have some talk with him on the matter of archery. I am told that this old man can draw as pretty a bow as any in Nottingham.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_21": "From somewhere, wetness touched his cheek; he lifted his head and looked down. The wetness came from tears that spilled out of her eyes and ran off onto the mattress. She was making no sound, and there was no resistance, but the tears ran out, one drop seeming to trip over another.\n\n\"All right, Sheila,\" he said. His voice was cracked in his ears. \"Another week of being a failure on this planet of failures, and I might. Go ahead and tell me I'm the same as your first husband. If I can't even keep my word to you, I can at least get out and stay out.\" He shook his head, waiting for her denunciation. <|Q|>\"For your amusement, I'm going to miss having you around!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe stood up. Something touched his hand, and he looked down to see her fingers.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_43": "'Because,' I explained desperately, 'because I'm -- I'm a materialist.' (I had not been previously aware that I had any decided opinions on the question, but I could not stay then to consider the point.) 'How can I have any dealings with a preposterous supernatural something which my reason forbids me to believe in? You see my difficulty? It would be inconsistent, to begin with, and -- and extremely painful to both sides.'\n\n'No more of this ribaldry,' said Sir Paul sternly. <|Q|>'It may be terribly remembered against you when the hour comes. Keep a guard over your tongue, for all our sakes, and more especially your own. Recollect that the Curse knows all that passes beneath this roof. And do not forget, too, that you are pledged -- irrevocably pledged. You must confront the Curse!'<|Q|>\n\nOnly a short hour ago, and I had counted Chlorine's fortune and Chlorine as virtually mine; and now I saw my golden dreams roughly shattered for ever! And, oh, what a wrench it was to tear myself from them! what it cost me to speak the words that barred my Paradise to me for ever!", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_45": "Only a short hour ago, and I had counted Chlorine's fortune and Chlorine as virtually mine; and now I saw my golden dreams roughly shattered for ever! And, oh, what a wrench it was to tear myself from them! what it cost me to speak the words that barred my Paradise to me for ever!\n\nBut if I wished to avoid confronting the Curse -- and I did wish this very much -- I had no other course. 'I had no right to pledge myself,' I said, with quivering lips, <|Q|>'under all the circumstances.'<|Q|>\n\n'Why not,' they demanded again; 'what circumstances?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_46": "But if I wished to avoid confronting the Curse -- and I did wish this very much -- I had no other course. 'I had no right to pledge myself,' I said, with quivering lips, 'under all the circumstances.'\n\n'Why not,' they demanded again; <|Q|>'what circumstances?'<|Q|>\n\n'Well, in the first place,' I assured them earnestly, 'I'm a base impostor. I am indeed. I'm not Augustus McFadden at all. My real name is of no consequence -- but it's a prettier one than that. As for McFadden, he, I regret to say, is now no more.'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_22": "He stood up. Something touched his hand, and he looked down to see her fingers.\n\n\"Bruce,\" she said faintly, <|Q|>\"you meant it! You don't hate me any more.\"<|Q|> She rubbed her wrist across her eyes, and the ghost of a smile touched her lips. \"I don't think you're a failure. And maybe -- maybe I'm not. Maybe I don't have to be a failure as a woman -- a wife, Bruce. I don't want you to go!\"\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_48": "'Why not,' they demanded again; 'what circumstances?'\n\n'Well, in the first place,' I assured them earnestly, 'I'm a base impostor. I am indeed. I<|Q|>'m not Augustus McFadden at all. My real name is of no consequence -- but it's a prettier one than that. As for McFadden, he, I regret to say, is now no more.'<|Q|>\n\nWhy on earth I could not have told the plain truth here has always been a mystery to me. I suppose I had been lying so long that it was difficult to break myself of this occasionally inconvenient trick at so short a notice, but I certainly mixed things up to a hopeless extent.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_51": "Of course in bringing the shark in at all I was acting directly contrary to my instructions, but I quite forgot them in my anxiety to escape the acquaintance of the Curse of the Catafalques.\n\n'If this is true, sir,' said the baronet haughtily when I had finished, <|Q|>'you have indeed deceived us basely.'<|Q|>\n\n'That,' I replied, 'is what I was endeavouring to bring out. You see, it puts it quite out of my power to meet your family Curse. I should not feel justified in intruding upon it. So, if you will kindly let some one fetch a fly or a cab in half an hour -- -- '", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_53": "'Augustus, as I will call you still, you must not go like this. If you have stooped to deceit, it was for love of me, and -- and Mr. McFadden is dead. If he had been alive, I should have felt it my duty to allow him an opportunity of winning my affection, but he is lying in his silent tomb, and -- and I have learnt to love you. Stay, then; stay and brave the Curse; we may yet be happy!'\n\nI saw how foolish I had been not to tell the truth at first, and I hastened to repair this error. <|Q|>'When I described McFadden as dead,'<|Q|> I said hoarsely, 'it was a loose way of putting the facts -- because, to be quite accurate, he isn't dead. We found out afterwards that it was another fellow the shark had swallowed, and, in fact, another shark altogether. So he is alive and well now, at Melbourne, but when he came to know about the Curse, he was too much frightened to come across, and he asked me to call and make his excuses. I have now done so, and will trespass no further on your kindness -- if you will tell somebody to bring a vehicle of any sort in a quarter of an hour.'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_0": "To Gordon's surprise, the publicity Randolph wrote about his being a Security Prime seemed to bring the other sections of Outer Marsport under the volunteer police control even faster. But he was too busy to worry about it. He left general co-ordination in the hands of Mother Corey, while Izzy and Schulberg ran the expanding of the police force.\n\nPraeger arrived with the first load of food, and came storming up to him. <|Q|>\"Why didn't you tell me you were a Security Prime! I'm grade three myself.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"And I suppose that would have meant you'd have shipped in all the food we needed free?\" Gordon asked.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_29": "Under it, and anchoring it, was a concrete wall all around the city.\n\nIzzy came back from a careful exploration. \"We can work enough powder under those webbing supports, and lay the fuse wire beside the plastic ring that keeps it airtight,\" he reported. <|Q|>\"But God help us, gov'nor, if any gee spots us.\"<|Q|>\n\nThey worked through the night, while Rusty went back to requisition more explosives from the dwindling supply, and while the Kid and Izzy took time off to break into a closed converter plant and find wire enough to connect the charges. But dawn caught them with less done than they had hoped. Gordon went to connect a wire and switch from the battery and coil they had installed, but jerked backwards as he saw a suspicious guard staring at him.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_31": "\"Let him think we're just scouting,\" Randolph advised.\n\nThere were suspicious looks as the group came back to the Coop, but Mother Corey waddled over to meet them. <|Q|>\"Did you find them, cobber?\"<|Q|> he asked quickly, and one of his eyelids flickered.\n\nIzzy answered before Gordon could rise to it. \"Not yet, Mother. May have to go back tonight.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_33": "He awoke to find Izzy shaking his shoulder. He looked down for Sheila, but she was gone. Izzy followed his eyes, and shook his head.\n\n<|Q|>\"The princess took off in a car three hours ago,\"<|Q|> he said. \"She said it was something that had to be done, gov'nor, so I figured you'd know about it.\"\n\nGordon shrugged, and let it pass. He found the rest of the group ready, with Mother Corey wishing them better luck tonight. The Mother obviously knew something; but he kept his suspicions to himself, and gave them a cover from the others.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_4": "Gordon got out of the car the Kid was driving and started toward the entrance, just as the moaning wail of the crowd behind him built up.\n\n\"You fools!\" he yelled. <|Q|>\"They're bluffing. They wouldn't dare destroy the dome! Come on!\"<|Q|>\n\nBut already the men were evaporating. He stared at the rout, and suddenly stopped fighting the hands holding him. Beside him, the Kid was crying, making horrible sounds of it. He turned slowly back to the car, and felt it get under way. His final sight was that of the Legals and Municipals wildly scrambling for cover from each other.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_25": "' Sir Paul went on explaining, 'it is not only all new baronets, but every one who would seek an alliance with the females of our race, who must, by the terms of that strange bequest, also undergo this trial. It may be in some degree owing to this necessity that, ever since Humfrey de Catafalque's diabolical testament first took effect, every maiden of our House has died a spinster.' (Here Chlorine hid her face with a low wail.) <|Q|>'In 1770, it is true, one solitary suitor was emboldened by love and daring to face the ordeal. He went calmly and resolutely to the chamber where the Curse was then lodged, and the next morning they found him outside the door -- a gibbering maniac!'<|Q|>\n\nI writhed on my chair. 'Augustus!' cried Chlorine wildly, 'promise me you will not permit the Curse to turn you into a gibbering maniac. I think if I saw you gibber I should die!'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_36": "It made no sense; there was no reason for the sudden vigilance inside the dome.\n\n<|Q|>\"We might be able to run the wire in,\"<|Q|> Izzy said doubtfully.\n\nGordon grunted. \"And tip them off to where it is, probably. No, we'll have to do it under some kind of covering, the way I had it planned in the first place, only with one more damned complication. We'll pull another false raid on the dome. As soon as we get chased off, I'll manage to set it off while they're relaxing and laughing at us.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_28": "I was on the verge of gibbering then; I dared not trust myself to speak.\n\n'Nay, Chlorine,' said Sir Paul more cheerfully, <|Q|>'there is no cause for alarm; all has been made smooth for Augustus.'<|Q|> (I began to brighten a little at this.) 'His Aunt Petronia had made a special study of the old-world science of incantation, and had undoubtedly succeeded at last in discovering the master-word which, employed according to her directions, would almost certainly break the unhallowed spell. In her compassionate attachment to us, she formed the design of persuading a youth of blameless life and antecedents to present himself as our champion, and the reports she had been given of our dear Augustu", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_10": "Sheila was standing over him when he finally woke. She dumped a headache powder into her palm and held it out, handing him a small glass of water. He swallowed the fast-acting drug, and sat up, trying to remember. Then he wished he couldn't.\n\n<|Q|>\"What did Trench want?\"<|Q|> he asked thickly.\n\n\"He wanted to show you a badge -- a Security badge made out for him,\" she answered. \"At least he said he wanted to show you something, and it was about that size. He wouldn't talk with us much. But I remember his name in the book -- \"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_40": "Standing next to the dome was Trench, talking to one of the guards. And beside him stood Sheila, with one hand resting on the man's elbow!\n\nHe could feel the thickness of the silence and misery in the truck, but he pushed it away, with all the other things. \"Get us back, Izzy,\" he ordered. <|Q|>\"We've got to round up whatever group we can and get them back here on the double. They must be counting on our original time, so they're in no hurry to remove the powder and wiring. But we can't count on any more time.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You're going through with it?\" Randolph asked doubtfully.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_9": "\"Trench is outside in a heavy-armored car, Bruce. Says he wants to see you. Something to discuss -- a proposition!\"\n\nGordon stood up, wobbling a little, trying to think. Then he swore, and headed for his room. <|Q|>\"Tell him to go to hell!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe saw Izzy and Sheila leave, wondering vaguely where she had been. Through the opening in the seal, he spotted them moving toward the big car outside. Then he shrugged. He finally made the stairs and reached his bed before he passed out.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_14": "\"All right, Cuddles,\" he said finally. \"You got your meal ticket, and you've outgrown it in this mess. Now I want that damned book! I've been operating in the dark. It's time I found out how to get in touch with some of those people. Where is it?\"\n\nShe shook her head. <|Q|>\"It isn't. Bruce -- I don't have it. That time I gave you the note, you didn't come when I said, and I thought you wouldn't. Then Jurgens' men broke in, and I thought they'd get it, so -- so I burned it. I lied to you about using it to make you keep me.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You burned it!\" He turned it over, staring at her. \"Okay, Cuddles, you burned it. You were trying to kill me then, so you burned it to keep Jurgens from getting it and putting the finger on me! Where is it, Sheila? On you?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_42": "\"You're going through with it?\" Randolph asked doubtfully.\n\n<|Q|>\"In one hour. And you might pass the word along that we're doing it to save the dome. Tell the men we just found out that Trench is losing and intends to blow it up instead of letting the Legals win.\"<|Q|>\n\nRumor would travel fast enough, he hoped. And it should give him a few extra seconds before his forces cracked.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_31": "I saw very little ground for expecting to emerge as anything of the kind, or for that matter to emerge at all, except in instalments, -- for the master-word which was to abash the demon was probably inside the packet of instructions, and that was certainly somewhere at the bottom of the sea, outside Melbourne, fathoms below the surface.\n\nI could bear no more. 'It's simply astonishing to me,' I said, <|Q|>'that in the nineteenth century, hardly six miles from Charing Cross, you can calmly allow this hideous \"Curse,\" or whatever you call it, to have things all its own way like this.'<|Q|>\n\n'What can I do, Augustus?' he asked helplessly.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_15": "She shook her head. \"It isn't. Bruce -- I don't have it. That time I gave you the note, you didn't come when I said, and I thought you wouldn't. Then Jurgens' men broke in, and I thought they'd get it, so -- so I burned it. I lied to you about using it to make you keep me.\"\n\n\"You burned it!\" He turned it over, staring at her. <|Q|>\"Okay, Cuddles, you burned it. You were trying to kill me then, so you burned it to keep Jurgens from getting it and putting the finger on me! Where is it, Sheila? On you?\"<|Q|>\n\nShe backed away, biting her lips. \"No, Bruce. I burned it. I don't know why. I just did! No!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_16": "\"You burned it!\" He turned it over, staring at her. \"Okay, Cuddles, you burned it. You were trying to kill me then, so you burned it to keep Jurgens from getting it and putting the finger on me! Where is it, Sheila? On you?\"\n\nShe backed away, biting her lips. <|Q|>\"No, Bruce. I burned it. I don't know why. I just did! No!\"<|Q|>\n\nShe turned toward the door as he pushed up from the bed, but his arm caught her wrist, dragging her back. She whimpered once, then shrieked faintly as his hand caught the buttons on the dress, jerking them off. Then suddenly she was a writhing, biting, scratching fury. He tightened his hand and lifted her to the bed, dropping a knee onto her throat and beginning to squeeze, while he jerked the dress and thin slip off.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_18": "She sat up as he released his knee, her hoarse voice squeezed from between her writhing lips. \"Are you satisfied now, you mechanical beast! Do you still think I have it on me?\"\n\nHe grinned, twisting the corners of his mouth. <|Q|>\"You don't. Don't you know a wife shouldn't keep secrets from her husband? A warm-blooded, affectionate husband, to boot.\"<|Q|> He bent down, knocking aside her flailing arms, and pulled her closer to him. \"Better tell your husband where the book is, Cuddles!\"\n\nShe cursed and he drew her closer. He bent down, forcing her head back and setting his lips on hers.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_49": "\"I was railroaded here by Security, told to be good and they'd let me go home. A lot of men got that treatment. So when Wayne was still talking about building a perfect Marsport, I joined up. He treated me right, and I took orders. But a man gets sick of working with punks and cheap hoods; he gets sicker of killing off a planet he's learned to like. I learned to take orders, though -- and I took them until Wayne tried to put a bullet through me. That ended that, and I came out to join up with you. You were soused, I hear -- but your wife guessed enough to take the chance of coming to me, when she thought you were going to get yourself killed. Well, I guess you get out here.\"\n\nHe indicated the Coop. Gordon got down, followed by Sheila as Trench took the wheel. \"What happens to you now?\" Gordon asked. <|Q|>\"They'll be blaming you for the end of the dome.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Let them. I planned on that. Too bad Trench got torn to bits by the mob, isn't it? And it's a good thing I've always kept myself a place under a safe incognito out in the sticks. Got a wife and two kids out there that even Wayne didn't know about.\" He stuck out a hand. \"You're like Security, Gordon. You do all the wrong things, but you get the right results. Goodbye!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_50": "He indicated the Coop. Gordon got down, followed by Sheila as Trench took the wheel. \"What happens to you now?\" Gordon asked. \"They'll be blaming you for the end of the dome.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Let them. I planned on that. Too bad Trench got torn to bits by the mob, isn't it? And it's a good thing I've always kept myself a place under a safe incognito out in the sticks. Got a wife and two kids out there that even Wayne didn't know about.\"<|Q|> He stuck out a hand. \"You're like Security, Gordon. You do all the wrong things, but you get the right results. Goodbye!\"\n\nSheila watched him go, shaking her head. \"He likes you, Bruce. But he can't say it. Men!\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_44": "Only a short hour ago, and I had counted Chlorine's fortune and Chlorine as virtually mine; and now I saw my golden dreams roughly shattered for ever! And, oh, what a wrench it was to tear myself from them! what it cost me to speak the words that barred my Paradise to me for ever!\n\nBut if I wished to avoid confronting the Curse -- and I did wish this very much -- I had no other course. <|Q|>'I had no right to pledge myself,'<|Q|> I said, with quivering lips, 'under all the circumstances.'\n\n'Why not,' they demanded again; 'what circumstances?'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_23": "He stood up. Something touched his hand, and he looked down to see her fingers.\n\n\"Bruce,\" she said faintly, \"you meant it! You don't hate me any more.\" She rubbed her wrist across her eyes, and the ghost of a smile touched her lips. <|Q|>\"I don't think you're a failure. And maybe -- maybe I'm not. Maybe I don't have to be a failure as a woman -- a wife, Bruce. I don't want you to go!\"<|Q|>\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_47": "'Why not,' they demanded again; 'what circumstances?'\n\n<|Q|>'Well, in the first place,'<|Q|> I assured them earnestly, 'I'm a base impostor. I am indeed. I'm not Augustus McFadden at all. My real name is of no consequence -- but it's a prettier one than that. As for McFadden, he, I regret to say, is now no more.'\n\nWhy on earth I could not have told the plain truth here has always been a mystery to me. I suppose I had been lying so long that it was difficult to break myself of this occasionally inconvenient trick at so short a notice, but I certainly mixed things up to a hopeless extent.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_50": "Of course in bringing the shark in at all I was acting directly contrary to my instructions, but I quite forgot them in my anxiety to escape the acquaintance of the Curse of the Catafalques.\n\n<|Q|>'If this is true, sir,'<|Q|> said the baronet haughtily when I had finished, 'you have indeed deceived us basely.'\n\n'That,' I replied, 'is what I was endeavouring to bring out. You see, it puts it quite out of my power to meet your family Curse. I should not feel justified in intruding upon it. So, if you will kindly let some one fetch a fly or a cab in half an hour -- -- '", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_25": "She blinked and then frowned. \"Bruce -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"I'm all right! I'm just half sane instead of all insane for a change.\"<|Q|> He got up, pacing the floor as he talked.\n\n\"Look, most of the people here are Martians. They've left Earth behind, and they're meeting this planet on its own terms. And they're adapting. Third-generation children -- not all, but a lot of them -- are breathing the air we'd die on, and they're doing fine at it. Probably second-generation ones can keep going after we'd pass out. It's just as true out here as it is on the frontier. But Marsport has that sacred dome over it. It's still trying to be Earth. And it can't do it. It's never had a chance to adjust here, and it's afraid to try.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_27": "\"Look, most of the people here are Martians. They've left Earth behind, and they're meeting this planet on its own terms. And they're adapting. Third-generation children -- not all, but a lot of them -- are breathing the air we'd die on, and they're doing fine at it. Probably second-generation ones can keep going after we'd pass out. It's just as true out here as it is on the frontier. But Marsport has that sacred dome over it. It's still trying to be Earth. And it can't do it. It's never had a chance to adjust here, and it's afraid to try.\"\n\n\"Maybe,\" she agreed doubtfully. <|Q|>\"But what about this part of Marsport?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Obvious. Here, they grow up under the shadow of it. They live in a half-world, and they have to live on the crumbs the dome tosses them. Sheila, if something happened to that dome -- \"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_24": "Two worlds. One huddled under its dome, forever afraid of losing that protection and having to face the life the other led; and yet driven to work together or to perish together. The sacred dome!\n\nAnd suddenly he was shaking her. <|Q|>\"The dome! It has to be the answer! Cuddles, you broke the chain enough for me to think again! We've been blind -- the whole damned planet has been blind.\"<|Q|>\n\nShe blinked and then frowned. \"Bruce -- \"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_30": "They worked through the night, while Rusty went back to requisition more explosives from the dwindling supply, and while the Kid and Izzy took time off to break into a closed converter plant and find wire enough to connect the charges. But dawn caught them with less done than they had hoped. Gordon went to connect a wire and switch from the battery and coil they had installed, but jerked backwards as he saw a suspicious guard staring at him.\n\n<|Q|>\"Let him think we're just scouting,\"<|Q|> Randolph advised.\n\nThere were suspicious looks as the group came back to the Coop, but Mother Corey waddled over to meet them. \"Did you find them, cobber?\" he asked quickly, and one of his eyelids flickered.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_1": "Praeger arrived with the first load of food, and came storming up to him. \"Why didn't you tell me you were a Security Prime! I'm grade three myself.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"And I suppose that would have meant you'd have shipped in all the food we needed free?\"<|Q|> Gordon asked.\n\nThe other stopped to think it over. Then he laughed roughly. \"Nope. You're right. The growers would starve next year if they gave it all away now. Well, we'll get in enough food this way to keep you going for a while -- couple of weeks, at least.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_4": "\"Yes, sir; determined on it.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Humph! Time we had some news of him, eh?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes, sir; but he may turn up on the cliff at any moment.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_3": "Stretching north from the gate were the Municipals with members of some of the gangs; the other gangmen were with the Legals to the south. And they stood within inches of the dome, holding axes and knives.\n\nA big Marspeaker ran out from the gate, and the voice of Gannett came over it. <|Q|>\"Go back! If just one of you gets within ten feet of the dome or entrance, we're going to rip the dome! We'll destroy Marsport before we'll give in to a doped-up crowd of riffraff! You've got five minutes to get out of sight, before we come out with rifles and knock you off! Now beat it!\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon got out of the car the Kid was driving and started toward the entrance, just as the moaning wail of the crowd behind him built up.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_32": "There were suspicious looks as the group came back to the Coop, but Mother Corey waddled over to meet them. \"Did you find them, cobber?\" he asked quickly, and one of his eyelids flickered.\n\nIzzy answered before Gordon could rise to it. <|Q|>\"Not yet, Mother. May have to go back tonight.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon left them discussing the mythical search for certain supplies that Mother Corey had apparently used as an alibi for their absence from the building. Sheila started to make coffee, but he shook his head and headed for the bed. She yawned and nodded, fingering the stitches that still ran down the blanket to divide it. Then she grimaced faintly and dropped down beside him on top of the blanket. Her head hit his arm, and she seemed to be asleep almost at once.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_23": "I could not say a single word; the horror of the idea was altogether too much for me, and I fell back on my chair in a state of speechless collapse.\n\n<|Q|>'You see,'<|Q|> Sir Paul went on explaining, 'it is not only all new baronets, but every one who would seek an alliance with the females of our race, who must, by the terms of that strange bequest, also undergo this trial. It may be in some degree owing to this necessity that, ever since Humfrey de Catafalque's diabolical testament first took effect, every maiden of our House has died a spinster.' (Here Chlorine hid her face with a low wail.)", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_34": "He awoke to find Izzy shaking his shoulder. He looked down for Sheila, but she was gone. Izzy followed his eyes, and shook his head.\n\n\"The princess took off in a car three hours ago,\" he said. <|Q|>\"She said it was something that had to be done, gov'nor, so I figured you'd know about it.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon shrugged, and let it pass. He found the rest of the group ready, with Mother Corey wishing them better luck tonight. The Mother obviously knew something; but he kept his suspicions to himself, and gave them a cover from the others.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_35": "The Kid ducked down and out of the car, worming his way around the building that concealed them. He waited for the guard to vanish, and then went crawling forward. Gordon swore, but there was no sense in two of them risking themselves, only to attract more attention. And at last the Kid came back. He ducked into the truck, nodding.\n\n<|Q|>\"Wire and explosive still there?\"<|Q|> Gordon asked.\n\nThe Kid made the sound he used for assent.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_38": "Gordon grunted. \"And tip them off to where it is, probably. No, we'll have to do it under some kind of covering, the way I had it planned in the first place, only with one more damned complication. We'll pull another false raid on the dome. As soon as we get chased off, I'll manage to set it off while they're relaxing and laughing at us.\"\n\n\"It smells!\" Izzy told him. <|Q|>\"Who elected you chief martyr around here? You'll be blown up, gov'nor -- and if you ain't, they'll rip you to ribbons for knocking off the dome.\"<|Q|>\n\nThen he stopped suddenly, staring. Bruce Gordon leaned forward, with Izzy's hands grabbing for him. But he'd seen it, too.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_7": "Gordon nodded. Maybe the old man was right. \"If the dome gives them a perfect cover, why let me make a jackass of myself, Mother?\" he asked numbly.\n\nCorey shook his head, setting the heavy folds of flesh to bouncing. <|Q|>\"Gave them something to live for here, cobber. And when you get over this, you're gonna announce new plans to try again. Yes, you are! But right now, you get yourself drunk!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe left Gordon and the bottle. After a while, the bottle was gone. He felt number, but no better, by the time Izzy came in.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_15": "\"Dear me! Dear me!\" said the little lieutenant after a few more turns up and down. \"I don't like this at all I don't think I ought to have let a boy like that go alone. You don't think, Mr Gurr, that they would dare to injure him if he was so unlucky as to be caught?\"\n\n\"Well, sir,\" said the master, hesitating, <|Q|>\"smugglers are smugglers.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Mr Gurr,\" said the little lieutenant, raising himself up on his toes, so as to be as high as possible, \"will you have the goodness to talk sense?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_41": "He could feel the thickness of the silence and misery in the truck, but he pushed it away, with all the other things. \"Get us back, Izzy,\" he ordered. \"We've got to round up whatever group we can and get them back here on the double. They must be counting on our original time, so they're in no hurry to remove the powder and wiring. But we can't count on any more time.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You're going through with it?\"<|Q|> Randolph asked doubtfully.\n\n\"In one hour. And you might pass the word along that we're doing it to save the dome. Tell the men we just found out that Trench is losing and intends to blow it up instead of letting the Legals win.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_13": "Gordon shook his head and sat up. The book, he thought, trying to focus his thoughts. The book with all the names...\n\n\"All right, Cuddles,\" he said finally. <|Q|>\"You got your meal ticket, and you've outgrown it in this mess. Now I want that damned book! I've been operating in the dark. It's time I found out how to get in touch with some of those people. Where is it?\"<|Q|>\n\nShe shook her head. \"It isn't. Bruce -- I don't have it. That time I gave you the note, you didn't come when I said, and I thought you wouldn't. Then Jurgens' men broke in, and I thought they'd get it, so -- so I burned it. I lied to you about using it to make you keep me.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_43": "It made no sense to him, and he didn't care. He marched his men up, with the thin wailing of a banshee in his ears.\n\n\"Dome warning!\" Izzy shouted in his ear. <|Q|>\"Hear that siren, gov'nor? Means they're scared we may do it. Give me that damned switch!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe grabbed for it, but Gordon held firmly to the copper strap. And now the men inside caught sight of the approaching force. For a second, consternation seemed to reign.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_44": "Then a huge truck with a speaker on top drove into the struggling group, and the thin whisper of unintelligible words reached Gordon. The whole development made no more sense than any part of it to him, but he saw the Municipals and Legals suddenly begin to turn as a single man to face the outside menace that had crept up on them while they were boiling into a fight.\n\nAnd suddenly the Marspeaker over the entrance blasted into life. <|Q|>\"Get back! The dome is mined! Any man comes near it, it'll blow! Get back! The dome is mined!\"<|Q|>\n\nBy Gordon's side, a sudden gargling sound came from the Kid. His hand snaked out, caught the strap from Gordon's hand, and jerked it free. Then he was running frantically forward.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_20": "\"Start at once, sir?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No, wait another half-hour. Very ill-advised thing to do. I cannot think what you were doing, Mr Gurr, to advise me to do such a thing.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Me, sir?\" said the master, looking astonished.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_46": "Then a small truck drew up, and an arm went out to draw him inside the cab. He stared into the face of Isaiah Trench. And driving the truck was Sheila.\n\n\"Your wife took a helluva chance, Gordon,\" Trench said heavily. <|Q|>\"And I took quite a chance, too, to set this up so nobody could ever believe you were behind it. Getting that fight started in time, after you first showed up -- oh, sure, we spotted you -- was the toughest job I ever did! But I guess Sheila had the roughest end, not even knowing for sure where I stood.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon stared at them slowly, not quite believing it, even though it was no crazier than anything else during the past few hours.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_21": "\"Me, sir?\" said the master, looking astonished.\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes. A great pity. I ought not to have listened to you; but in my anxiety to leave no stone unturned to capture some of these scoundrels, I was ready to do anything.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Very true, sir.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_45": "Then a small truck drew up, and an arm went out to draw him inside the cab. He stared into the face of Isaiah Trench. And driving the truck was Sheila.\n\n<|Q|>\"Your wife took a helluva chance, Gordon,\"<|Q|> Trench said heavily. \"And I took quite a chance, too, to set this up so nobody could ever believe you were behind it. Getting that fight started in time, after you first showed up -- oh, sure, we spotted you -- was the toughest job I ever did! But I guess Sheila had the roughest end, not even knowing for sure where I stood.\"\n\nGordon stared at them slowly, not quite believing it, even though it was no crazier than anything else during the past few hours.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_41": "'And why -- why won't you meet it?' they asked breathlessly.\n\n'Because,' I explained desperately, 'because I'm -- I'm a materialist.' (I had not been previously aware that I had any decided opinions on the question, but I could not stay then to consider the point.) <|Q|>'How can I have any dealings with a preposterous supernatural something which my reason forbids me to believe in? You see my difficulty? It would be inconsistent, to begin with, and -- and extremely painful to both sides.'<|Q|>\n\n'No more of this ribaldry,' said Sir Paul sternly. 'It may be terribly remembered against you when the hour comes. Keep a guard over your tongue, for all our sakes, and more especially your own. Recollect that the Curse knows all that passes beneath this roof. And do not forget, too, that you are pledged -- irrevocably pledged. You must confront the Curse!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_40": "'And why -- why won't you meet it?' they asked breathlessly.\n\n'Because,' I explained desperately, 'because I'm -- I<|Q|>'m a materialist.'<|Q|> (I had not been previously aware that I had any decided opinions on the question, but I could not stay then to consider the point.) 'How can I have any dealings with a preposterous supernatural something which my reason forbids me to believe in? You see my difficulty? It would be inconsistent, to begin with, and -- and extremely painful to both sides.'\n\n'No more of this ribaldry,' said Sir Paul sternly. 'It may be terribly remembered against you when the hour comes. Keep a guard over your tongue, for all our sakes, and more especially your own. Recollect that the Curse knows all that passes beneath this roof. And do not forget, too, that you are pledged -- irrevocably pledged. You must confront the Curse!'", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_0": "Suddenly he stopped short by the master, who had also been using a glass, and was evidently waiting to be spoken to.\n\n<|Q|>\"Seemed in good spirits last night, Mr Gurr, eh?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Mr Raystoke, sir? Oh yes.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_52": "\"Let them. I planned on that. Too bad Trench got torn to bits by the mob, isn't it? And it's a good thing I've always kept myself a place under a safe incognito out in the sticks. Got a wife and two kids out there that even Wayne didn't know about.\" He stuck out a hand. \"You're like Security, Gordon. You do all the wrong things, but you get the right results. Goodbye!\"\n\nSheila watched him go, shaking her head. <|Q|>\"He likes you, Bruce. But he can't say it. Men!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Women!\" Gordon answered.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_28": "\"Yes, sir; of course.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You do not understand the drift of my remarks.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"'Fraid not, sir,\" said the master, smiling; \"understand drift of the tide much better.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_1": "\"Seemed in good spirits last night, Mr Gurr, eh?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Mr Raystoke, sir? Oh yes.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I mean liked his job?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_3": "\"I mean liked his job?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, sir; determined on it.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Humph! Time we had some news of him, eh?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_2": "\"Mr Raystoke, sir? Oh yes.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I mean liked his job?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes, sir; determined on it.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_5": "\"Humph! Time we had some news of him, eh?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, sir; but he may turn up on the cliff at any moment.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes. Men quite ready?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_6": "\"Yes, sir; but he may turn up on the cliff at any moment.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes. Men quite ready?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_7": "\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"That's right. Of course, well-armed?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes, sir; you did tell me. Soon as the signal comes, we shall push off. Awkward bit o' country, sir; six miles' row before you can find a place to land.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_8": "\"That's right. Of course, well-armed?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, sir; you did tell me. Soon as the signal comes, we shall push off. Awkward bit o' country, sir; six miles' row before you can find a place to land.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Very awkward, but they have to find a place to land their spirits, Mr Gurr, and if we don't soon have something to show we shall be called to account.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_28": "Under it, and anchoring it, was a concrete wall all around the city.\n\nIzzy came back from a careful exploration. <|Q|>\"We can work enough powder under those webbing supports, and lay the fuse wire beside the plastic ring that keeps it airtight,\"<|Q|> he reported. \"But God help us, gov'nor, if any gee spots us.\"\n\nThey worked through the night, while Rusty went back to requisition more explosives from the dwindling supply, and while the Kid and Izzy took time off to break into a closed converter plant and find wire enough to connect the charges. But dawn caught them with less done than they had hoped. Gordon went to connect a wire and switch from the battery and coil they had installed, but jerked backwards as he saw a suspicious guard staring at him.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_9": "\"Yes, sir; you did tell me. Soon as the signal comes, we shall push off. Awkward bit o' country, sir; six miles' row before you can find a place to land.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Very awkward, but they have to find a place to land their spirits, Mr Gurr, and if we don't soon have something to show we shall be called to account.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Very unlucky, sir. Seems to me like going eel-fishing with your bare hand.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_10": "\"Very awkward, but they have to find a place to land their spirits, Mr Gurr, and if we don't soon have something to show we shall be called to account.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Very unlucky, sir. Seems to me like going eel-fishing with your bare hand.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Worse. You might catch one by accident.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_11": "\"Very unlucky, sir. Seems to me like going eel-fishing with your bare hand.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Worse. You might catch one by accident.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"So shall we yet, sir. These fellows are very cunning, but we shall be too many for them one of these days.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_40": "\"Well, you're going soon as the skipper orders.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I mean all alone by myself, sir.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"What for? There aren't a public-house for ten miles.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_12": "\"Worse. You might catch one by accident.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"So shall we yet, sir. These fellows are very cunning, but we shall be too many for them one of these days.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Dear me! Dear me!\" said the little lieutenant after a few more turns up and down. \"I don't like this at all I don't think I ought to have let a boy like that go alone. You don't think, Mr Gurr, that they would dare to injure him if he was so unlucky as to be caught?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_14": "\"So shall we yet, sir. These fellows are very cunning, but we shall be too many for them one of these days.\"\n\n\"Dear me! Dear me!\" said the little lieutenant after a few more turns up and down. <|Q|>\"I don't like this at all I don't think I ought to have let a boy like that go alone. You don't think, Mr Gurr, that they would dare to injure him if he was so unlucky as to be caught?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Well, sir,\" said the master, hesitating, \"smugglers are smugglers.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_39": "Standing next to the dome was Trench, talking to one of the guards. And beside him stood Sheila, with one hand resting on the man's elbow!\n\nHe could feel the thickness of the silence and misery in the truck, but he pushed it away, with all the other things. <|Q|>\"Get us back, Izzy,\"<|Q|> he ordered. \"We've got to round up whatever group we can and get them back here on the double. They must be counting on our original time, so they're in no hurry to remove the powder and wiring. But we can't count on any more time.\"\n\n\"You're going through with it?\" Randolph asked doubtfully.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_43": "\"No, sir.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Hopping about like a cat on hot bricks. Now, then, why do you want to go ashore?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Try and find Mr Raystoke, sir. Beginning to feel scarred about him.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_16": "\"Well, sir,\" said the master, hesitating, \"smugglers are smugglers.\"\n\n\"Mr Gurr,\" said the little lieutenant, raising himself up on his toes, so as to be as high as possible, <|Q|>\"will you have the goodness to talk sense?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Certainly, sir.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_18": "\"Smugglers are smugglers, indeed. What did you suppose I thought they were? Oysters?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Beg pardon, sir; didn't mean any harm.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Getting very late!\" said the little officer after another sweep of the top of the cliff, especially above where the French lugger landed the goods. \"I shall be obliged to send you on shore, Mr Gurr. You must go and find him. I'm getting very anxious about Mr Raystoke.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_45": "\"What's that?\" said the lieutenant, who had come back from abaft unheard. \"Scared about whom?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Beg pardon, didn't mean nowt, sir,\"<|Q|> said the sailor touching his forelock.\n\n\"Yes, you did, sir. Now look here,\" cried the lieutenant, shaking his glass at the man, \"don't you try to deceive me. You meant that you were getting uneasy about Mr Raystoke's prolonged absence.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_16_anstey_64kb_32": "I could bear no more. 'It's simply astonishing to me,' I said, 'that in the nineteenth century, hardly six miles from Charing Cross, you can calmly allow this hideous \"Curse,\" or whatever you call it, to have things all its own way like this.'\n\n<|Q|>'What can I do, Augustus?'<|Q|> he asked helplessly.\n\n'Do? Anything!' I retorted wildly (for I scarcely knew what I said). 'Take it out for an airing (it must want an airing by this time); take it out -- and lose it! Or get both the archbishops to step in and lay it for you. Sell the house, and make the purchaser take it at a valuation, with the other fixtures. I certainly would not live under the same roof with it. And I want you to understand one thing -- I was never told all this; I have been kept in the dark about it. Of course I knew there was some kind of a curse in the family -- but I never dreamed of anything so bad as this, and I never had any intention of being boxed up alone with it either. I shall not go near the Grey Chamber!'", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_49": "\"Do you hear me, sir?\" cried the lieutenant.\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" said the man humbly. <|Q|>\"Shall I go at once sir?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No. Wait. Keep a sharp look-out on the cliff to see if Mr Raystoke is making signals for a boat. I daresay he has been there all the time, only you took up my attention with your chatter.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_50": "\"Yes, sir,\" said the man humbly. \"Shall I go at once sir?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No. Wait. Keep a sharp look-out on the cliff to see if Mr Raystoke is making signals for a boat. I daresay he has been there all the time, only you took up my attention with your chatter.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe swung round, walked aft and began sweeping the shore again with his glass, while the master and Dick exchanged glances which meant a great deal.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_24": "\"It was only an observation, sir.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Then I must request that you will not make it again. `Very true?' Of course, what I say is very true. Do you think I should say a thing that was false?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Beg pardon, sir. 'Fraid I picked up some awk'ard expressions aboard the old frigate.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_23": "\"Now, my good fellow, what do you mean by that?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"It was only an observation, sir.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Then I must request that you will not make it again. `Very true?' Of course, what I say is very true. Do you think I should say a thing that was false?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_25": "\"Then I must request that you will not make it again. `Very true?' Of course, what I say is very true. Do you think I should say a thing that was false?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Beg pardon, sir. 'Fraid I picked up some awk'ard expressions aboard the old frigate.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Awk-ward, Mr Gurr, awkward.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_26": "\"Beg pardon, sir. 'Fraid I picked up some awk'ard expressions aboard the old frigate.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Awk-ward, Mr Gurr, awkward.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes, sir; of course.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_55": "\"I say, sir, I have only one order to give you. Get ashore as soon as you can, and find and bring back Mr Raystoke.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" cried the master, and he walked over the side, glad to get into the boat and push off, muttering the while, <|Q|>\"and I always thought him such a quiet, amiable little chap. He's a Tartar; that's what he is. Making all this fuss about a boy who, as like as not, is having a game with us. Don't see me getting out o' temper with everybody, and spitting and swearing like a mad Tom-cat. Hang the boy! He's on'y a middy. -- Now, my lads, -- now, my lads, put your backs into it, will you?\"<|Q|>\n\nThe boat was already surging through the water faster than it had ever gone before, but the men bent lower and the longer, and the blades of the oars made the water flash and foam as they dipped and rose with the greatest of regularity.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_51": "He indicated the Coop. Gordon got down, followed by Sheila as Trench took the wheel. \"What happens to you now?\" Gordon asked. \"They'll be blaming you for the end of the dome.\"\n\n\"Let them. I planned on that. Too bad Trench got torn to bits by the mob, isn't it? And it's a good thing I've always kept myself a place under a safe incognito out in the sticks. Got a wife and two kids out there that even Wayne didn't know about.\" He stuck out a hand. <|Q|>\"You're like Security, Gordon. You do all the wrong things, but you get the right results. Goodbye!\"<|Q|>\n\nSheila watched him go, shaking her head. \"He likes you, Bruce. But he can't say it. Men!\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_29": "\"You do not understand the drift of my remarks.\"\n\n\"'Fraid not, sir,\" said the master, smiling; <|Q|>\"understand drift of the tide much better.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Mr Gurr!\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_30": "\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I was trying to teach you to pronounce the king's English correctly, and you turn it off with a ribald remark.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Beg pardon, sir. 'Nother o' my frigate bad habits.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_31": "\"I was trying to teach you to pronounce the king's English correctly, and you turn it off with a ribald remark.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Beg pardon, sir. 'Nother o' my frigate bad habits.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"It is a great privilege, Mr Gurr, to be one of those who speak the English tongue, so do not abuse it. Say awk-ward in future, not awk'ard.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_0": "I.\n\nUnless I am very much mistaken, until the time when I was subjected to the strange and exceptional experience which I now propose to relate, I had never been brought into close contact with anything of a supernatural description. At least if I ever was, the circumstance can have made no lasting impression upon me, as I am quite unable to recall it. But in the <|Q|>'Curse of the Catafalques'<|Q|> I was confronted with a horror so weird and so altogether unusual, that I doubt whether I shall ever succeed in wholly forgetting it -- and I know that I have never felt really well since.\n\nIt is difficult for me to tell my story intelligibly without some account of my previous history by way of introduction, although I will to make it as little diffuse as I may.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_32": "\"Beg pardon, sir. 'Nother o' my frigate bad habits.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"It is a great privilege, Mr Gurr, to be one of those who speak the English tongue, so do not abuse it. Say awk-ward in future, not awk'ard.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Certainly, sir, I'll try,\" said the master; and then to himself, \"Starboard, larboard, for'ard, back'ard, awk'ard. Why, what does he mean?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_33": "\"It is a great privilege, Mr Gurr, to be one of those who speak the English tongue, so do not abuse it. Say awk-ward in future, not awk'ard.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Certainly, sir, I'll try,\"<|Q|> said the master; and then to himself, \"Starboard, larboard, for'ard, back'ard, awk'ard. Why, what does he mean?\"\n\nBy this time the little lieutenant was scanning the cliffs again, and the master took off his hat and wiped his forehead.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_1": "He was a tall cadaverous young man of about my own age, and my first view of him was not encouraging, for when I came in, I found him rolling restlessly on the cabin floor, and uttering hollow groans.\n\n<|Q|>'This will never do,'<|Q|> I said, after I had introduced myself; 'if you're like this now, my good sir, what will you be when we're fairly out at sea? You must husband your resources for that. And why trouble to roll? The ship will do all that for you, if you will only have patience.'\n\nHe explained, somewhat brusquely, that he was suffering from mental agony, not sea-sickness; and by a little pertinacious questioning (for I would not allow myself to be rebuffed) I was soon in possession of the secret which was troubling my companion, whose name, as I also learned, was Augustus McFadden.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_36": "By this time the little lieutenant was scanning the cliffs again, and the master took off his hat and wiped his forehead.\n\n\"Talk about thistles and stinging nettles,\" he muttered, <|Q|>\"why there's no bearing him to-day, and all on account of a scamp of a middy such as there's a hundred times too many on in the R'yal Navy. Dunno though; bit cocky and nose in air when he's in full uniform, and don't know which is head and which is his heels, but he aren't such a very bad sort o' boy. Well, what's the matter with you?\"<|Q|>\n\nDirty Dick screwed up his mouth as if to speak, but only stared.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_37": "Dirty Dick screwed up his mouth as if to speak, but only stared.\n\n<|Q|>\"Don't turn yourself into a figurehead of an old wreck sir. What do you want?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Leave to go ashore, sir.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_7": "'You think so,' he rejoined,'but you do not know all! The very day after I had despatched my fatal letter, my aunt's explanatory packet arrived. I tell you that when I read the hideous revelations it contained, and knew to what horrors I had innocently pledged myself, my hair stood on end, and I believe it has remained on end ever since. But it was too late. Here I am, engaged to carry out a task from which my inmost soul recoils. Ah, if I dared but retract!'\n\n<|Q|>'Then why in the name of common sense, don't you retract?'<|Q|> I asked. 'Write and say that you much regret that a previous engagement, which you had unfortunately overlooked, deprives you of the pleasure of accepting.'\n\n'Impossible,' he said; 'it would be agony to me to feel that I had incurred Chlorine's contempt, even though I only know her through a photograph at present. If I were to back out of it now, she would have reason to despise me, would she not?'", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_39": "\"Leave to go ashore, sir.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Well, you're going soon as the skipper orders.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I mean all alone by myself, sir.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_13": "\"So shall we yet, sir. These fellows are very cunning, but we shall be too many for them one of these days.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Dear me! Dear me!\"<|Q|> said the little lieutenant after a few more turns up and down. \"I don't like this at all I don't think I ought to have let a boy like that go alone. You don't think, Mr Gurr, that they would dare to injure him if he was so unlucky as to be caught?\"\n\n\"Well, sir,\" said the master, hesitating, \"smugglers are smugglers.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_12": "'You see my dilemma -- I cannot retract; on the other hand, I dare not go on. The only thing, as I have thought lately, which could save me and my honour at the same time would be my death on the voyage out, for then my cowardice would remain undiscovered.'\n\n'Well,' I said, <|Q|>'you can die on the voyage out if you want to -- there need be no difficulty about that. All you have to do is just to slip over the side some dark night when no one is looking. I tell you what,'<|Q|> I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature): 'if you don't find your nerves equal to it when it comes to the point, I don't mind giving you a leg over myself.'\n\n'I never intended to go as far as that,' he said, rather pettishly, and without any sign of gratitude for my offer; 'I don't care about actually dying, if she could only be made to believe I had died that would be quite enough for me. I could live on here, happy in the thought that I was saved from her scorn. But how can she be made to believe it? -- that's the point.'", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_42": "\"Didn't mean that.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Then what did you mean? Speak out, and don't do the double shuffle all over my clean deck.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No, sir.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_44": "\"Hopping about like a cat on hot bricks. Now, then, why do you want to go ashore?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Try and find Mr Raystoke, sir. Beginning to feel scarred about him.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"What's that?\" said the lieutenant, who had come back from abaft unheard. \"Scared about whom?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_17": "\"Certainly, sir.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Smugglers are smugglers, indeed. What did you suppose I thought they were? Oysters?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Beg pardon, sir; didn't mean any harm.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_19": "\"Beg pardon, sir; didn't mean any harm.\"\n\n\"Getting very late!\" said the little officer after another sweep of the top of the cliff, especially above where the French lugger landed the goods. <|Q|>\"I shall be obliged to send you on shore, Mr Gurr. You must go and find him. I'm getting very anxious about Mr Raystoke.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Start at once, sir?\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_17": "'Precisely,' I said. 'You can hardly write yourself and inform her that you died on the voyage. You might do this, though: sail to England as you propose, and go to see her under another name, and break the sad intelligence to her.'\n\n<|Q|>'Why, to be sure, I might do that!'<|Q|> he said, with some animation; 'I should certainly not be recognised -- she can have no photograph of me, for I have never been photographed. And yet -- no,' he added, with a shudder, 'it is useless. I can't do it; I dare not trust myself under that roof! I must find some other way. You have given me an idea. Listen,' he said, after a short pause: 'you seem to take an interest in me; you are going to London; the Catafalques live there, or near it, at some place called Parson's Green. Can I ask a great favour of you -- would you very much mind seeking them out yourself as a fellow-voyager of mine? I could not expect you to tell a positive untruth on my account -- but if, in the course of an interview with Chlorine, you could contrive to convey the impression that I died on my way to her side, you would be doing me a service I can never repay!'", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_47": "\"Beg pardon, didn't mean nowt, sir,\" said the sailor touching his forelock.\n\n\"Yes, you did, sir. Now look here,\" cried the lieutenant, shaking his glass at the man, <|Q|>\"don't you try to deceive me. You meant that you were getting uneasy about Mr Raystoke's prolonged absence.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes sir, that's it,\" said Dick eagerly.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_18": "'Precisely,' I said. 'You can hardly write yourself and inform her that you died on the voyage. You might do this, though: sail to England as you propose, and go to see her under another name, and break the sad intelligence to her.'\n\n'Why, to be sure, I might do that!' he said, with some animation; <|Q|>'I should certainly not be recognised -- she can have no photograph of me, for I have never been photographed. And yet -- no,'<|Q|> he added, with a shudder, 'it is useless. I can't do it; I dare not trust myself under that roof! I must find some other way. You have given me an idea. Listen,' he said, after a short pause: 'you seem to take an interest in me; you are going to London; the Catafalques live there, or near it, at some place called Parson's Green. Can I ask a great favour of you -- would you very much mind seeking them out yourself as a fellow-voyager of mine? I could not expect you to tell a positive untruth on my account -- but if, in the course of an interview with Chlorine, you could contrive to convey the impression that I died on my way to her side, you would be doing me a service I can never repay!'", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_22": "\"Very true, sir.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Now, my good fellow, what do you mean by that?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"It was only an observation, sir.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_23": "'I should very much prefer to do you a service that you could repay,' was my very natural rejoinder.\n\n'She will not require strict proof,' he continued eagerly; <|Q|>'I could give you enough papers and things to convince her that you come from me. Say you will do me this kindness!'<|Q|>\n\nI hesitated for some time longer, not so much, perhaps, from scruples of a conscientious kind as from a disinclination to undertake a troublesome commission for an entire stranger -- gratuitously. But McFadden pressed me hard, and at length he made an appeal to springs in my nature which are never touched in vain, and I yielded.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_22": "'I should very much prefer to do you a service that you could repay,' was my very natural rejoinder.\n\n<|Q|>'She will not require strict proof,'<|Q|> he continued eagerly; 'I could give you enough papers and things to convince her that you come from me. Say you will do me this kindness!'\n\nI hesitated for some time longer, not so much, perhaps, from scruples of a conscientious kind as from a disinclination to undertake a troublesome commission for an entire stranger -- gratuitously. But McFadden pressed me hard, and at length he made an appeal to springs in my nature which are never touched in vain, and I yielded.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_27": "'I can see from her face that Chlorine is a girl of a delicate sensibility, and would be disgusted by the idea of any suitor of hers spending his last cohesive moments inside such a beastly repulsive thing as a shark. I don't want to be associated in her mind with anything so unpleasant. No, sir; I will die -- if you will oblige me by remembering it -- of a low fever, of a non-infectious type, at sunset, gazing at her portrait with my fading eyesight and gasping her name with my last breath. She will cry more over that!'\n\n<|Q|>'I might work it up into something effective, certainly,'<|Q|> I admitted; 'and, by the way, if you are going to expire in my state-room, I ought to know a little more about you than I do. There is time still before the tender goes; you might do worse than spend it in coaching me in your life's history.'\n\nHe gave me a few leading facts, and supplied me with several documents for study on the voyage; he even abandoned to me the whole of his travelling arrangements, which proved far more complete and serviceable than my own.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_52": "At last the little lieutenant could bear the anxiety no longer.\n\n\"Pipe away the men to that boat there,\" he said; and as the crew sprang in. \"Now, Mr Gurr,\" he said, <|Q|>\"I'm only going to say one thing to you in the way of instructions.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_54": "\"Beg pardon, sir,\" said the master deprecatingly.\n\n<|Q|>\"I say, sir, I have only one order to give you. Get ashore as soon as you can, and find and bring back Mr Raystoke.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" cried the master, and he walked over the side, glad to get into the boat and push off, muttering the while, \"and I always thought him such a quiet, amiable little chap. He's a Tartar; that's what he is. Making all this fuss about a boy who, as like as not, is having a game with us. Don't see me getting out o' temper with everybody, and spitting and swearing like a mad Tom-cat. Hang the boy! He's on'y a middy. -- Now, my lads, -- now, my lads, put your backs into it, will you?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_27": "\"Awk-ward, Mr Gurr, awkward.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, sir; of course.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You do not understand the drift of my remarks.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_29": "He gave me a few leading facts, and supplied me with several documents for study on the voyage; he even abandoned to me the whole of his travelling arrangements, which proved far more complete and serviceable than my own.\n\nAnd then the 'All-ashore' bell rang, and McFadden, as he bade me farewell, took from his pocket a bulky packet. <|Q|>'You have saved me,'<|Q|> he said. 'Now I can banish every recollection of this miserable episode. I need no longer preserve my poor aunt's directions; let them go, then.'\n\nBefore I could say anything, he had fastened something heavy to the parcel and dropped it through the cabin-light into the sea, after which he went ashore, and I have never seen nor heard of him since.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_57": "For the lieutenant's anxiety about the young officer of the White Hawk was growing more and more contagious, and the men gave a cheer as they span the boat along, every smart sailor on board thinking about the frank, straightforward lad who had so bravely gone on the risky expedition.\n\n\"Look ye here, Jemmy,\" said one of the men to his nearest mate, <|Q|>\"talk about 'tacking the enemy, if wrong's happened to our young gentleman, all I can say is, as I hopes it's orders to land every night to burn willages and sack everything we can.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"And so says all of us,\" came in a chorus from the rest of the crew.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_58": "\"And so says all of us,\" came in a chorus from the rest of the crew.\n\n<|Q|>\"Steady! My lads, steady!\"<|Q|> cried the master -- \"keep stroke;\" and then he began to make plans as to his first proceedings on getting ashore.\n\nHe wasn't long in making these plans, and when the cove was reached, the two fishing luggers and another boat or two lying there were carefully overhauled, Gurr gazing at the men on board like a fierce dog, and literally worrying the different fishermen as cleverly as a cross-examining counsel would a witness ashore.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_2": "He was a tall cadaverous young man of about my own age, and my first view of him was not encouraging, for when I came in, I found him rolling restlessly on the cabin floor, and uttering hollow groans.\n\n'This will never do,' I said, after I had introduced myself; 'if you're like this now, my good sir, what will you be when we<|Q|>'re fairly out at sea? You must husband your resources for that. And why trouble to roll? The ship will do all that for you, if you will only have patience.'<|Q|>\n\nHe explained, somewhat brusquely, that he was suffering from mental agony, not sea-sickness; and by a little pertinacious questioning (for I would not allow myself to be rebuffed) I was soon in possession of the secret which was troubling my companion, whose name, as I also learned, was Augustus McFadden.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_34": "\"It is a great privilege, Mr Gurr, to be one of those who speak the English tongue, so do not abuse it. Say awk-ward in future, not awk'ard.\"\n\n\"Certainly, sir, I'll try,\" said the master; and then to himself, <|Q|>\"Starboard, larboard, for'ard, back'ard, awk'ard. Why, what does he mean?\"<|Q|>\n\nBy this time the little lieutenant was scanning the cliffs again, and the master took off his hat and wiped his forehead.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_1": "All those things represented themselves to my view, and that is the blackest and most frightful form: and as I was very free with my governess, whom I had now learned to call mother, I represented to her all the dark thoughts which I had upon me about it, and told her what distress I was in. She seemed graver by much at this part than at the other; but as she was hardened in these things beyond all possibility of being touched with the religious part, and the scruples about the murder, so she was equally impenetrable in that part which related to affection. She asked me if she had not been careful and tender to me in my lying in, as if I had been her own child. I told her I owned she had. \u201cWell, my dear,\u201d says she, \u201cand when you are gone, what are you to me? And what would it be to me if you were to be hanged? Do you think there are not women who, as it is their trade and they get their bread by it, value themselves upon their being as careful of children as their own mothers can be, and understand it rather better? Yes, yes, child,\u201d says she, <|Q|>\u201cfear it not; how were we nursed ourselves? Are you sure you was nursed up by your own mother? and yet you look fat and fair, child,\u201d<|Q|> says the old beldam; and with that she stroked me over the face. \u201cNever be concerned, child,\u201d says she, going on in her drolling way; \u201cI have no murderers about me; I employ the best and the honestest nurses that can be had, and have as few children miscarry under their hands as there would if they were all nursed by mothers; we want neither care nor skill.\u201d\n\nShe touched me to the quick when she asked if I was sure that I was nursed by my own mother; on the contrary I was sure I was not; and I trembled, and looked pale at the very expression. \u201cSure,\u201d said I to myself,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_3": "She left McFadden himself nothing, having given by her will the bulk of her property to the only daughter of a baronet of ancient family, in whom she took a strong interest. But the will was not without its effect upon her existence, for it expressly mentioned the desire of the testatrix that the baronet should receive her nephew Augustus if he presented himself within a certain time, and should afford him every facility for proving his fitness for acceptance as a suitor. The alliance was merely recommended, however, not enjoined, and the gift was unfettered by any conditions.\n\n<|Q|>'I heard of it first,'<|Q|> said McFadden, 'from Chlorine's father (Chlorine is her name, you know). Sir Paul Catafalque wrote to me, informing me of the mention of my name in my aunt's will, enclosing his daughter's photograph, and formally inviting me to come over and do my best, if my affections were not pre-engaged, to carry out the last wishes of the departed. He added that I might expect to receive shortly a packet from my aunt's executors which would explain matters fully, and in which I should find certain directions for my guidance. The photograph decided me; it was so eminently pleasing that I felt at once that my poor aunt's wishes must be sacred to me. I could not wait for the packet to arrive, and so I wrote at once to Sir Paul accepting the invitation. Yes", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_5": "'from Chlorine's father (Chlorine is her name, you know). Sir Paul Catafalque wrote to me, informing me of the mention of my name in my aunt's will, enclosing his daughter's photograph, and formally inviting me to come over and do my best, if my affections were not pre-engaged, to carry out the last wishes of the departed. He added that I might expect to receive shortly a packet from my aunt's executors which would explain matters fully, and in which I should find certain directions for my guidance. The photograph decided me; it was so eminently pleasing that I felt at once that my poor aunt's wishes must be sacred to me. I could not wait for the packet to arrive, and so I wrote at once to Sir Paul accepting the invitation. Yes,' he added, with another of the hollow groans, <|Q|>'miserable wretch that I am, I pledged my honour to present myself as a suitor, and now -- now -- here I am, actually embarked upon the desperate errand!'<|Q|>\n\nHe seemed inclined to begin to roll again here, but I stopped him. 'Really,' I said, 'I think in your place, with an excellent chance -- for I presume the lady's heart is also disengaged -- with an excellent chance of winning a baronet's daughter with a considerable fortune and a pleasing appearance, I should bear up better.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_6": "'from Chlorine's father (Chlorine is her name, you know). Sir Paul Catafalque wrote to me, informing me of the mention of my name in my aunt's will, enclosing his daughter's photograph, and formally inviting me to come over and do my best, if my affections were not pre-engaged, to carry out the last wishes of the departed. He added that I might expect to receive shortly a packet from my aunt's executors which would explain matters fully, and in which I should find certain directions for my guidance. The photograph decided me; it was so eminently pleasing that I felt at once that my poor aunt's wishes must be sacred to me. I could not wait for the packet to arrive, and so I wrote at once to Sir Paul accepting the invitation. Yes,' he added, with another of the hollow groans, 'miserable wretch that I am, I pledged my honour to present myself as a suitor, and now -- now -- here I am, actually embarked upon the desperate errand!'\n\nHe seemed inclined to begin to roll again here, but I stopped him. 'Really,' I said, <|Q|>'I think in your place, with an excellent chance -- for I presume the lady's heart is also disengaged -- with an excellent chance of winning a baronet's daughter with a considerable fortune and a pleasing appearance, I should bear up better.'<|Q|>\n\n'You think so,' he rejoined,'but you do not know all! The very day after I had despatched my fatal letter, my aunt's explanatory packet arrived. I tell you that when I read the hideous revelations it contained, and knew to what horrors I had innocently pledged myself, my hair stood on end, and I believe it has remained on end ever since. But it was too late. Here I am, engaged to carry out a task from which my inmost soul recoils. Ah, if I dared but retract!'", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_38": "\"Don't turn yourself into a figurehead of an old wreck sir. What do you want?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Leave to go ashore, sir.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Well, you're going soon as the skipper orders.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_8": "'You think so,' he rejoined,'but you do not know all! The very day after I had despatched my fatal letter, my aunt's explanatory packet arrived. I tell you that when I read the hideous revelations it contained, and knew to what horrors I had innocently pledged myself, my hair stood on end, and I believe it has remained on end ever since. But it was too late. Here I am, engaged to carry out a task from which my inmost soul recoils. Ah, if I dared but retract!'\n\n'Then why in the name of common sense, don't you retract?' I asked. <|Q|>'Write and say that you much regret that a previous engagement, which you had unfortunately overlooked, deprives you of the pleasure of accepting.'<|Q|>\n\n'Impossible,' he said; 'it would be agony to me to feel that I had incurred Chlorine's contempt, even though I only know her through a photograph at present. If I were to back out of it now, she would have reason to despise me, would she not?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_9": "'Then why in the name of common sense, don't you retract?' I asked. 'Write and say that you much regret that a previous engagement, which you had unfortunately overlooked, deprives you of the pleasure of accepting.'\n\n'Impossible,' he said; <|Q|>'it would be agony to me to feel that I had incurred Chlorine's contempt, even though I only know her through a photograph at present. If I were to back out of it now, she would have reason to despise me, would she not?'<|Q|>\n\n'Perhaps she would,' I said.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_11": "'Perhaps she would,' I said.\n\n<|Q|>'You see my dilemma -- I cannot retract; on the other hand, I dare not go on. The only thing, as I have thought lately, which could save me and my honour at the same time would be my death on the voyage out, for then my cowardice would remain undiscovered.'<|Q|>\n\n'Well,' I said, 'you can die on the voyage out if you want to -- there need be no difficulty about that. All you have to do is just to slip over the side some dark night when no one is looking. I tell you what,' I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature): 'if you don't find your nerves equal to it when it comes to the point, I don't mind giving you a leg over myself.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_10": "'Impossible,' he said; 'it would be agony to me to feel that I had incurred Chlorine's contempt, even though I only know her through a photograph at present. If I were to back out of it now, she would have reason to despise me, would she not?'\n\n<|Q|>'Perhaps she would,'<|Q|> I said.\n\n'You see my dilemma -- I cannot retract; on the other hand, I dare not go on. The only thing, as I have thought lately, which could save me and my honour at the same time would be my death on the voyage out, for then my cowardice would remain undiscovered.'", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_41": "\"I mean all alone by myself, sir.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"What for? There aren't a public-house for ten miles.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Didn't mean that.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_13": "'You see my dilemma -- I cannot retract; on the other hand, I dare not go on. The only thing, as I have thought lately, which could save me and my honour at the same time would be my death on the voyage out, for then my cowardice would remain undiscovered.'\n\n'Well,' I said, 'you can die on the voyage out if you want to -- there need be no difficulty about that. All you have to do is just to slip over the side some dark night when no one is looking. I tell you what,' I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature): <|Q|>'if you don't find your nerves equal to it when it comes to the point, I don't mind giving you a leg over myself.'<|Q|>\n\n'I never intended to go as far as that,' he said, rather pettishly, and without any sign of gratitude for my offer; 'I don't care about actually dying, if she could only be made to believe I had died that would be quite enough for me. I could live on here, happy in the thought that I was saved from her scorn. But how can she be made to believe it? -- that's the point.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_15": "'you can die on the voyage out if you want to -- there need be no difficulty about that. All you have to do is just to slip over the side some dark night when no one is looking. I tell you what,' I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature): 'if you don't find your nerves equal to it when it comes to the point, I don't mind giving you a leg over myself.'\n\n'I never intended to go as far as that,' he said, rather pettishly, and without any sign of gratitude for my offer; <|Q|>'I don't care about actually dying, if she could only be made to believe I had died that would be quite enough for me. I could live on here, happy in the thought that I was saved from her scorn. But how can she be made to believe it? -- that's the point.'<|Q|>\n\n'Precisely,' I said. 'You can hardly write yourself and inform her that you died on the voyage. You might do this, though: sail to England as you propose, and go to see her under another name, and break the sad intelligence to her.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_14": "'Well,' I said, 'you can die on the voyage out if you want to -- there need be no difficulty about that. All you have to do is just to slip over the side some dark night when no one is looking. I tell you what,' I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature): 'if you don't find your nerves equal to it when it comes to the point, I don't mind giving you a leg over myself.'\n\n<|Q|>'I never intended to go as far as that,'<|Q|> he said, rather pettishly, and without any sign of gratitude for my offer; 'I don't care about actually dying, if she could only be made to believe I had died that would be quite enough for me. I could live on here, happy in the thought that I was saved from her scorn. But how can she be made to believe it? -- that's the point.'\n\n'Precisely,' I said. 'You can hardly write yourself and inform her that you died on the voyage. You might do this, though: sail to England as you propose, and go to see her under another name, and break the sad intelligence to her.'", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_48": "\"Yes sir, that's it,\" said Dick eagerly.\n\n<|Q|>\"Then how dare you have the effrontery to tell me that you did not mean `nowt' as you have the confounded north country insolence to call it? For two pins, sir, -- women's pins, sir, not belaying pins, -- I'd have you put ashore, with orders not to show your dirty face again till you had found Mr Raystoke.\"<|Q|>\n\nDirty Dick passed his hand over his face carefully, and then looked at the palm to see if any of the swarthy tan had come off.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_16": "'I never intended to go as far as that,' he said, rather pettishly, and without any sign of gratitude for my offer; 'I don't care about actually dying, if she could only be made to believe I had died that would be quite enough for me. I could live on here, happy in the thought that I was saved from her scorn. But how can she be made to believe it? -- that's the point.'\n\n'Precisely,' I said. <|Q|>'You can hardly write yourself and inform her that you died on the voyage. You might do this, though: sail to England as you propose, and go to see her under another name, and break the sad intelligence to her.'<|Q|>\n\n'Why, to be sure, I might do that!' he said, with some animation; 'I should certainly not be recognised -- she can have no photograph of me, for I have never been photographed. And yet -- no,' he added, with a shudder, 'it is useless. I can't do it; I dare not trust myself under that roof! I must find some other way. You have given me an idea. Listen,' he said, after a short pause: 'you seem to take an interest in me; you are going to London; the Catafalques live there, or near it, at some place called Parson's Green. Can I ask a great favour of you -- would you very much mind seeking them out yourself as a fellow-voyager of mine? I could not expect you to tell a positive untruth on my account -- but if, in the course of an interview with Chlorine, you could contrive to convey the impression that I died on my way to her side, you would be doing me a service I can never repay!'", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_46": "\"Beg pardon, didn't mean nowt, sir,\" said the sailor touching his forelock.\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, you did, sir. Now look here,\"<|Q|> cried the lieutenant, shaking his glass at the man, \"don't you try to deceive me. You meant that you were getting uneasy about Mr Raystoke's prolonged absence.\"\n\n\"Yes sir, that's it,\" said Dick eagerly.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_21": "'you seem to take an interest in me; you are going to London; the Catafalques live there, or near it, at some place called Parson's Green. Can I ask a great favour of you -- would you very much mind seeking them out yourself as a fellow-voyager of mine? I could not expect you to tell a positive untruth on my account -- but if, in the course of an interview with Chlorine, you could contrive to convey the impression that I died on my way to her side, you would be doing me a service I can never repay!'\n\n<|Q|>'I should very much prefer to do you a service that you could repay,'<|Q|> was my very natural rejoinder.\n\n'She will not require strict proof,' he continued eagerly; 'I could give you enough papers and things to convince her that you come from me. Say you will do me this kindness!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_19": "'You can hardly write yourself and inform her that you died on the voyage. You might do this, though: sail to England as you propose, and go to see her under another name, and break the sad intelligence to her.'\n\n'Why, to be sure, I might do that!' he said, with some animation; 'I should certainly not be recognised -- she can have no photograph of me, for I have never been photographed. And yet -- no,' he added, with a shudder, <|Q|>'it is useless. I can't do it; I dare not trust myself under that roof! I must find some other way. You have given me an idea. Listen,'<|Q|> he said, after a short pause: 'you seem to take an interest in me; you are going to London; the Catafalques live there, or near it, at some place called Parson's Green. Can I ask a great favour of you -- would you very much mind seeking them out yourself as a fellow-voyager of mine? I could not expect you to tell a positive untruth on my account -- but if, in the course of an interview with Chlorine, you could contrive to convey the impression that I died on my way to her side, you would be doing me a service I can never repay!'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_16_delray_64kb_48": "\"I was railroaded here by Security, told to be good and they'd let me go home. A lot of men got that treatment. So when Wayne was still talking about building a perfect Marsport, I joined up. He treated me right, and I took orders. But a man gets sick of working with punks and cheap hoods; he gets sicker of killing off a planet he's learned to like. I learned to take orders, though -- and I took them until Wayne tried to put a bullet through me. That ended that, and I came out to join up with you. You were soused, I hear -- but your wife guessed enough to take the chance of coming to me, when she thought you were going to get yourself killed. Well, I guess you get out here.\"\n\nHe indicated the Coop. Gordon got down, followed by Sheila as Trench took the wheel. <|Q|>\"What happens to you now?\"<|Q|> Gordon asked. \"They'll be blaming you for the end of the dome.\"\n\n\"Let them. I planned on that. Too bad Trench got torn to bits by the mob, isn't it? And it's a good thing I've always kept myself a place under a safe incognito out in the sticks. Got a wife and two kids out there that even Wayne didn't know about.\" He stuck out a hand. \"You're like Security, Gordon. You do all the wrong things, but you get the right results. Goodbye!\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_51": "At last the little lieutenant could bear the anxiety no longer.\n\n<|Q|>\"Pipe away the men to that boat there,\"<|Q|> he said; and as the crew sprang in. \"Now, Mr Gurr,\" he said, \"I'm only going to say one thing to you in the way of instructions.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_24": "I hesitated for some time longer, not so much, perhaps, from scruples of a conscientious kind as from a disinclination to undertake a troublesome commission for an entire stranger -- gratuitously. But McFadden pressed me hard, and at length he made an appeal to springs in my nature which are never touched in vain, and I yielded.\n\nWhen we had settled the question in its financial aspect, I said to McFadden, <|Q|>'The only thing now is -- how would you prefer to pass away? Shall I make you fall over and be devoured by a shark? That would be a picturesque end -- and I could do myself justice over the shark? I should make the young lady weep considerably.'<|Q|>\n\n'That won't do at all!' he said irritably; 'I can see from her face that Chlorine is a girl of a delicate sensibility, and would be disgusted by the idea of any suitor of hers spending his last cohesive moments inside such a beastly repulsive thing as a shark. I don't want to be associated in her mind with anything so unpleasant. No, sir; I will die -- if you will oblige me by remembering it -- of a low fever, of a non-infectious type, at sunset, gazing at her portrait with my fading eyesight and gasping her name with my last breath. She will cry more over that!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_25": "When we had settled the question in its financial aspect, I said to McFadden, 'The only thing now is -- how would you prefer to pass away? Shall I make you fall over and be devoured by a shark? That would be a picturesque end -- and I could do myself justice over the shark? I should make the young lady weep considerably.'\n\n<|Q|>'That won't do at all!'<|Q|> he said irritably; 'I can see from her face that Chlorine is a girl of a delicate sensibility, and would be disgusted by the idea of any suitor of hers spending his last cohesive moments inside such a beastly repulsive thing as a shark. I don't want to be associated in her mind with anything so unpleasant. No, sir; I will die -- if you will oblige me by remembering it -- of a low fever, of a non-infectious type, at sunset, gazing at her portrait with my fading eyesight and gasping her name with my last breath. She will cry more over that!'", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_53": "\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Will you have the goodness to wait till I have done speaking, Mr Gurr, and not compel me to say all I wish over again?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Beg pardon, sir,\" said the master deprecatingly.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_28": "'I can see from her face that Chlorine is a girl of a delicate sensibility, and would be disgusted by the idea of any suitor of hers spending his last cohesive moments inside such a beastly repulsive thing as a shark. I don't want to be associated in her mind with anything so unpleasant. No, sir; I will die -- if you will oblige me by remembering it -- of a low fever, of a non-infectious type, at sunset, gazing at her portrait with my fading eyesight and gasping her name with my last breath. She will cry more over that!'\n\n'I might work it up into something effective, certainly,' I admitted; <|Q|>'and, by the way, if you are going to expire in my state-room, I ought to know a little more about you than I do. There is time still before the tender goes; you might do worse than spend it in coaching me in your life's history.'<|Q|>\n\nHe gave me a few leading facts, and supplied me with several documents for study on the voyage; he even abandoned to me the whole of his travelling arrangements, which proved far more complete and serviceable than my own.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_56": "For the lieutenant's anxiety about the young officer of the White Hawk was growing more and more contagious, and the men gave a cheer as they span the boat along, every smart sailor on board thinking about the frank, straightforward lad who had so bravely gone on the risky expedition.\n\n<|Q|>\"Look ye here, Jemmy,\"<|Q|> said one of the men to his nearest mate, \"talk about 'tacking the enemy, if wrong's happened to our young gentleman, all I can say is, as I hopes it's orders to land every night to burn willages and sack everything we can.\"\n\n\"And so says all of us,\" came in a chorus from the rest of the crew.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_30": "He gave me a few leading facts, and supplied me with several documents for study on the voyage; he even abandoned to me the whole of his travelling arrangements, which proved far more complete and serviceable than my own.\n\nAnd then the 'All-ashore' bell rang, and McFadden, as he bade me farewell, took from his pocket a bulky packet. 'You have saved me,' he said. <|Q|>'Now I can banish every recollection of this miserable episode. I need no longer preserve my poor aunt's directions; let them go, then.'<|Q|>\n\nBefore I could say anything, he had fastened something heavy to the parcel and dropped it through the cabin-light into the sea, after which he went ashore, and I have never seen nor heard of him since.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_2": "\u201cand when you are gone, what are you to me? And what would it be to me if you were to be hanged? Do you think there are not women who, as it is their trade and they get their bread by it, value themselves upon their being as careful of children as their own mothers can be, and understand it rather better? Yes, yes, child,\u201d says she, \u201cfear it not; how were we nursed ourselves? Are you sure you was nursed up by your own mother? and yet you look fat and fair, child,\u201d says the old beldam; and with that she stroked me over the face. <|Q|>\u201cNever be concerned, child,\u201d<|Q|> says she, going on in her drolling way; \u201cI have no murderers about me; I employ the best and the honestest nurses that can be had, and have as few children miscarry under their hands as there would if they were all nursed by mothers; we want neither care nor skill.\u201d\n\nShe touched me to the quick when she asked if I was sure that I was nursed by my own mother; on the contrary I was sure I was not; and I trembled, and looked pale at the very expression. \u201cSure,\u201d said I to myself,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_3": "\u201cand when you are gone, what are you to me? And what would it be to me if you were to be hanged? Do you think there are not women who, as it is their trade and they get their bread by it, value themselves upon their being as careful of children as their own mothers can be, and understand it rather better? Yes, yes, child,\u201d says she, \u201cfear it not; how were we nursed ourselves? Are you sure you was nursed up by your own mother? and yet you look fat and fair, child,\u201d says the old beldam; and with that she stroked me over the face. \u201cNever be concerned, child,\u201d says she, going on in her drolling way; <|Q|>\u201cI have no murderers about me; I employ the best and the honestest nurses that can be had, and have as few children miscarry under their hands as there would if they were all nursed by mothers; we want neither care nor skill.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe touched me to the quick when she asked if I was sure that I was nursed by my own mother; on the contrary I was sure I was not; and I trembled, and looked pale at the very expression. \u201cSure,\u201d said I to myself, \u201cthis creature cannot be a witch, or have any conversation with a spirit, that can inform her what was done with me before I was able to know it myself\u201d; and I looked at her as if I had been frightened; but reflecting that it could not be possible for her to know anything about me, that disorder went off, and I began to be easy, but it was not presently.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_4": "\u201cI have no murderers about me; I employ the best and the honestest nurses that can be had, and have as few children miscarry under their hands as there would if they were all nursed by mothers; we want neither care nor skill.\u201d\n\nShe touched me to the quick when she asked if I was sure that I was nursed by my own mother; on the contrary I was sure I was not; and I trembled, and looked pale at the very expression. \u201cSure,\u201d said I to myself, <|Q|>\u201cthis creature cannot be a witch, or have any conversation with a spirit, that can inform her what was done with me before I was able to know it myself\u201d<|Q|>; and I looked at her as if I had been frightened; but reflecting that it could not be possible for her to know anything about me, that disorder went off, and I began to be easy, but it was not presently.\n\nShe perceived the disorder I was in, but did not know the meaning of it; so she ran on in her wild talk upon the weakness of my supposing that children were murdered because they were not all nursed by the mother, and to persuade me that the children she disposed of were as well used as if the mothers had the nursing of them themselves.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_15_fenn_64kb_35": "By this time the little lieutenant was scanning the cliffs again, and the master took off his hat and wiped his forehead.\n\n<|Q|>\"Talk about thistles and stinging nettles,\"<|Q|> he muttered, \"why there's no bearing him to-day, and all on account of a scamp of a middy such as there's a hundred times too many on in the R'yal Navy. Dunno though; bit cocky and nose in air when he's in full uniform, and don't know which is head and which is his heels, but he aren't such a very bad sort o' boy. Well, what's the matter with you?\"\n\nDirty Dick screwed up his mouth as if to speak, but only stared.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_6": "She perceived the disorder I was in, but did not know the meaning of it; so she ran on in her wild talk upon the weakness of my supposing that children were murdered because they were not all nursed by the mother, and to persuade me that the children she disposed of were as well used as if the mothers had the nursing of them themselves.\n\n\u201cIt may be true, mother,\u201d says I, <|Q|>\u201cfor aught I know, but my doubts are very strongly grounded indeed.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cCome, then,\u201d says she, \u201clet\u2019s hear some of them.\u201d \u201cWhy, first,\u201d says I, \u201cyou give a piece of money to these people to take the child off the parent\u2019s hands, and to take care of it as long as it lives. Now we know, mother,\u201d said I, \u201cthat those are poor people, and their gain consists in being quit of the charge as soon as they can; how can I doubt but that, as it is best for them to have the child die, they are not over solicitous about life?\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_7": "She perceived the disorder I was in, but did not know the meaning of it; so she ran on in her wild talk upon the weakness of my supposing that children were murdered because they were not all nursed by the mother, and to persuade me that the children she disposed of were as well used as if the mothers had the nursing of them themselves.\n\n\u201cIt may be true, mother,\u201d says I, \u201cfor aught I know, but my doubts are very strongly grounded indeed.\u201d \u201cCome, then,\u201d says she, <|Q|>\u201clet\u2019s hear some of them.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cWhy, first,\u201d says I, \u201cyou give a piece of money to these people to take the child off the parent\u2019s hands, and to take care of it as long as it lives. Now we know, mother,\u201d said I, \u201cthat those are poor people, and their gain consists in being quit of the charge as soon as they can; how can I doubt but that, as it is best for them to have the child die, they are not over solicitous about life?\u201d\n\n\u201cThis is all vapours and fancy", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_8": "She perceived the disorder I was in, but did not know the meaning of it; so she ran on in her wild talk upon the weakness of my supposing that children were murdered because they were not all nursed by the mother, and to persuade me that the children she disposed of were as well used as if the mothers had the nursing of them themselves.\n\n\u201cIt may be true, mother,\u201d says I, \u201cfor aught I know, but my doubts are very strongly grounded indeed.\u201d \u201cCome, then,\u201d says she, \u201clet\u2019s hear some of them.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cWhy, first,\u201d<|Q|> says I, \u201cyou give a piece of money to these people to take the child off the parent\u2019s hands, and to take care of it as long as it lives. Now we know, mother,\u201d said I, \u201cthat those are poor people, and their gain consists in being quit of the charge as soon as they can; how can I doubt but that, as it is best for them to have the child die, they are not over solicitous about life?\u201d\n\n\u201cThis is all vapours and fancy", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_5": "She perceived the disorder I was in, but did not know the meaning of it; so she ran on in her wild talk upon the weakness of my supposing that children were murdered because they were not all nursed by the mother, and to persuade me that the children she disposed of were as well used as if the mothers had the nursing of them themselves.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt may be true, mother,\u201d<|Q|> says I, \u201cfor aught I know, but my doubts are very strongly grounded indeed.\u201d \u201cCome, then,\u201d says she, \u201clet\u2019s hear some of them.\u201d \u201cWhy, first,\u201d says I, \u201cyou give a piece of money to these people to take the child off the parent\u2019s hands, and to take care of it as long as it lives. Now we know, mother,\u201d said I, \u201cthat those are poor people, and their gain consists in being quit of the charge as soon as they can; how can I doubt but that, as it is best for them to have the child die, they are not over solicitous about life?\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_9": "She perceived the disorder I was in, but did not know the meaning of it; so she ran on in her wild talk upon the weakness of my supposing that children were murdered because they were not all nursed by the mother, and to persuade me that the children she disposed of were as well used as if the mothers had the nursing of them themselves.\n\n\u201cIt may be true, mother,\u201d says I, \u201cfor aught I know, but my doubts are very strongly grounded indeed.\u201d \u201cCome, then,\u201d says she, \u201clet\u2019s hear some of them.\u201d \u201cWhy, first,\u201d says I, <|Q|>\u201cyou give a piece of money to these people to take the child off the parent\u2019s hands, and to take care of it as long as it lives. Now we know, mother,\u201d<|Q|> said I, \u201cthat those are poor people, and their gain consists in being quit of the charge as soon as they can; how can I doubt but that, as it is best for them to have the child die, they are not over solicitous about life?\u201d\n\n\u201cThis is all vapours and fancy,\u201d says the old woman; \u201cI tell you their credit depends upon the child\u2019s life, and they are as careful as any mother of you all.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_10": "She perceived the disorder I was in, but did not know the meaning of it; so she ran on in her wild talk upon the weakness of my supposing that children were murdered because they were not all nursed by the mother, and to persuade me that the children she disposed of were as well used as if the mothers had the nursing of them themselves.\n\n\u201cIt may be true, mother,\u201d says I, \u201cfor aught I know, but my doubts are very strongly grounded indeed.\u201d \u201cCome, then,\u201d says she, \u201clet\u2019s hear some of them.\u201d \u201cWhy, first,\u201d says I, \u201cyou give a piece of money to these people to take the child off the parent\u2019s hands, and to take care of it as long as it lives. Now we know, mother,\u201d said I, <|Q|>\u201cthat those are poor people, and their gain consists in being quit of the charge as soon as they can; how can I doubt but that, as it is best for them to have the child die, they are not over solicitous about life?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThis is all vapours and fancy,\u201d says the old woman; \u201cI tell you their credit depends upon the child\u2019s life, and they are as careful as any mother of you all.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_11": "\u201d \u201cWhy, first,\u201d says I, \u201cyou give a piece of money to these people to take the child off the parent\u2019s hands, and to take care of it as long as it lives. Now we know, mother,\u201d said I, \u201cthat those are poor people, and their gain consists in being quit of the charge as soon as they can; how can I doubt but that, as it is best for them to have the child die, they are not over solicitous about life?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThis is all vapours and fancy,\u201d<|Q|> says the old woman; \u201cI tell you their credit depends upon the child\u2019s life, and they are as careful as any mother of you all.\u201d\n\n\u201cO mother,\u201d says I, \u201cif I was but sure my little baby would be carefully looked to, and have justice done it, I should be happy indeed; but it is impossible I can be satisfied in that point unless I saw it, and to see it would be ruin and destruction to me, as now my case stands; so what to do I know not.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_42": "\u201d; so he unrolls them and takes out a little shagreen case, and gives me out of it a very fine diamond ring. I could not refuse it, if I had a mind to do so, for he put it upon my finger; so I made him a curtsy and accepted it. Then he takes out another ring: \u201cAnd this,\u201d says he, \u201cis for another occasion,\u201d so he puts that in his pocket. \u201cWell, but let me see it, though,\u201d says I, and smiled; \u201cI guess what it is; I think you are mad.\u201d \u201cI should have been mad if I had done less,\u201d says he, and still he did not show me, and I had a great mind to see it; so I says, \u201cWell, but let me see it.\u201d \u201cHold,\u201d says he, <|Q|>\u201cfirst look here\u201d<|Q|>; then he took up the roll again and read it, and behold! it was a licence for us to be married. \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201care you distracted? Why, you were fully satisfied that I would comply and yield at first word, or resolved to take no denial.\u201d \u201cThe last is certainly the case,\u201d said he. \u201cBut you may be mistaken,\u201d said I. \u201cNo, no,\u201d says he, \u201chow can you think so? I must not be denied, I can\u2019t be denie", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_15": "\u201cO mother,\u201d says I, \u201cif I was but sure my little baby would be carefully looked to, and have justice done it, I should be happy indeed; but it is impossible I can be satisfied in that point unless I saw it, and to see it would be ruin and destruction to me, as now my case stands; so what to do I know not.\u201d\n\n\u201cA fine story!\u201d says the governess. <|Q|>\u201cYou would see the child, and you would not see the child; you would be concealed and discovered both together. These are things impossible, my dear; so you must e\u2019en do as other conscientious mothers have done before you, and be contented with things as they must be, though they are not as you wish them to be.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI understood what she meant by conscientious mothers; she would have said conscientious whores, but she was not willing to disoblige me, for really in this case I was not a whore, because legally married, the force of former marriage excepted.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_14": "\u201cO mother,\u201d says I, \u201cif I was but sure my little baby would be carefully looked to, and have justice done it, I should be happy indeed; but it is impossible I can be satisfied in that point unless I saw it, and to see it would be ruin and destruction to me, as now my case stands; so what to do I know not.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cA fine story!\u201d<|Q|> says the governess. \u201cYou would see the child, and you would not see the child; you would be concealed and discovered both together. These are things impossible, my dear; so you must e\u2019en do as other conscientious mothers have done before you, and be contented with things as they must be, though they are not as you wish them to be.\u201d\n\nI understood what she meant by conscientious mothers; she would have said conscientious whores, but she was not willing to disoblige me, for really in this case I was not a whore, because legally married, the force of former marriage excepted.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_45": "\u201d says he, and still he did not show me, and I had a great mind to see it; so I says, \u201cWell, but let me see it.\u201d \u201cHold,\u201d says he, \u201cfirst look here\u201d; then he took up the roll again and read it, and behold! it was a licence for us to be married. \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201care you distracted? Why, you were fully satisfied that I would comply and yield at first word, or resolved to take no denial.\u201d \u201cThe last is certainly the case,\u201d said he. <|Q|>\u201cBut you may be mistaken,\u201d<|Q|> said I. \u201cNo, no,\u201d says he, \u201chow can you think so? I must not be denied, I can\u2019t be denied\u201d; and with that he fell to kissing me so violently, I could not get rid of him.\n\nThere was a bed in the room, and we were walking to and again, eager in the discourse; at last he takes me by surprise in his arms, and threw me on the bed and himself with me, and holding me fast in his arms, but without the least offer of any indecency, courted me to consent with such repeated entreaties and arguments, protesting his affection, and vowing he would not let me go till I had promised him, that at last I said,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_18": "At last my old governess came to me, with her usual assurance. \u201cCome, my dear,\u201d says she, \u201cI have found out a way how you shall be at a certainty that your child shall be used well, and yet the people that take care of it shall never know you, or who the mother of the child is.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh mother,\u201d says I, <|Q|>\u201cif you can do so, you will engage me to you for ever.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cWell,\u201d says she, \u201care you willing to be a some small annual expense, more than what we usually give to the people we contract with?\u201d \u201cAy,\u201d says I, \u201cwith all my heart, provided I may be concealed.\u201d \u201cAs to that,\u201d says the governess, \u201cyou shall be secure, for the nurse shall never so much as dare to inquire about you, and you shall once or twice a year go with me and see your child, and see how \u2019tis used, and be satisfied that it is in good hands, nobody knowing who you are.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_17": "However, let me be what I would, I was not come up to that pitch of hardness common to the profession; I mean, to be unnatural, and regardless of the safety of my child; and I preserved this honest affection so long, that I was upon the point of giving up my friend at the bank, who lay so hard at me to come to him and marry him, that, in short, there was hardly any room to deny him.\n\nAt last my old governess came to me, with her usual assurance. \u201cCome, my dear,\u201d says she, <|Q|>\u201cI have found out a way how you shall be at a certainty that your child shall be used well, and yet the people that take care of it shall never know you, or who the mother of the child is.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh mother,\u201d says I, \u201cif you can do so, you will engage me to you for ever.\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d says she, \u201care you willing to be a some small annual expense, more than what we usually give to the people we contract with?\u201d \u201cAy,\u201d says I, \u201cwith all my heart, provided I may be concealed.\u201d \u201cAs to that,\u201d says the governess, \u201cyou shall be secure, for the nurse shall never so much as dare to inquire about you, and you shall once or twice a year go with me and see your child, and see how \u2019tis used, and be satisfied that it is in good hands, nobody knowing who you are.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_48": "There was a bed in the room, and we were walking to and again, eager in the discourse; at last he takes me by surprise in his arms, and threw me on the bed and himself with me, and holding me fast in his arms, but without the least offer of any indecency, courted me to consent with such repeated entreaties and arguments, protesting his affection, and vowing he would not let me go till I had promised him, that at last I said, \u201cWhy, you resolve not to be denied, indeed, I can\u2019t be denied.\u201d \u201cWell, well,\u201d said I, and giving him a slight kiss, <|Q|>\u201cthen you shan\u2019t be denied,\u201d<|Q|> said I; \u201clet me get up.\u201d\n\nHe was so transported with my consent, and the kind manner of it, that I began to think once he took it for a marriage, and would not stay for the form; but I wronged him, for he gave over kissing me, and then giving me two or three kisses again, thanked me for my kind yielding to him; and was so overcome with the satisfaction and joy of it, that I saw tears stand in his eyes.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_21": "\u201cI have found out a way how you shall be at a certainty that your child shall be used well, and yet the people that take care of it shall never know you, or who the mother of the child is.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh mother,\u201d says I, \u201cif you can do so, you will engage me to you for ever.\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d says she, \u201care you willing to be a some small annual expense, more than what we usually give to the people we contract with?\u201d \u201cAy,\u201d says I, \u201cwith all my heart, provided I may be concealed.\u201d \u201cAs to that,\u201d says the governess, <|Q|>\u201cyou shall be secure, for the nurse shall never so much as dare to inquire about you, and you shall once or twice a year go with me and see your child, and see how \u2019tis used, and be satisfied that it is in good hands, nobody knowing who you are.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy,\u201d said I, \u201cdo you think, mother, that when I come to see my child, I shall be able to conceal my being the mother of it? Do you think that possible?\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_53": "My landlord, an officious though well-meaning fellow, had sent away for the neighbouring clergyman; and when my gentleman began to speak of it to him, and talk of sending for him, \u201cSir,\u201d says he to him, \u201cmy friend is in the house\u201d; so without any more words he brought them together. When he came to the minister, he asked him if he would venture to marry a couple of strangers that were both willing. The parson said that Mr. \u2014 \u2014 had said something to him of it; that he hoped it was no clandestine business; that he seemed to be a grave gentleman, and he supposed madam was not a girl, so that the consent of friends should be wanted. <|Q|>\u201cTo put you out of doubt of that,\u201d<|Q|> says my gentleman, \u201cread this paper\u201d; and out he pulls the license. \u201cI am satisfied,\u201d says the minister; \u201cwhere is the lady?\u201d \u201cYou shall see her presently,\u201d says my gentleman.\n\nWhen he had said thus he comes upstairs, and I was by that time come out of my room; so he tells me the minister was below, and that he had talked with him, and that upon showing him the license, he was free to marry us with all his heart, \u201cbut he asks to see yo", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_22": "\u201care you willing to be a some small annual expense, more than what we usually give to the people we contract with?\u201d \u201cAy,\u201d says I, \u201cwith all my heart, provided I may be concealed.\u201d \u201cAs to that,\u201d says the governess, \u201cyou shall be secure, for the nurse shall never so much as dare to inquire about you, and you shall once or twice a year go with me and see your child, and see how \u2019tis used, and be satisfied that it is in good hands, nobody knowing who you are.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy,\u201d said I, <|Q|>\u201cdo you think, mother, that when I come to see my child, I shall be able to conceal my being the mother of it? Do you think that possible?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, well,\u201d says my governess, \u201cif you discover it, the nurse shall be never the wiser; for she shall be forbid to ask any questions about you, or to take any notice. If she offers it, she shall lose the money which you are suppose to give her, and the child shall be taken from her too.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_24": "After dinner we walked to see the town, to see the church, and to view the fields, and the country, as is usual for strangers to do; and our landlord was our guide in going to see the church. I observed my gentleman inquired pretty much about the parson, and I took the hint immediately that he certainly would propose to be married; and though it was a sudden thought, it followed presently, that, in short, I would not refuse him; for, to be plain, with my circumstances I was in no condition now to say No; I had no reason now to run any more such hazards.\n\nBut while these thoughts ran round in my head, which was the work but of a few moments, I observed my landlord took him aside and whispered to him, though not very softly neither, for so much I overheard: \u201cSir, if you shall have occasion \u2014 \u2014 \u201d the rest I could not hear, but it seems it was to this purpose: <|Q|>\u201cSir, if you shall have occasion for a minister, I have a friend a little way off that will serve you, and be as private as you please.\u201d<|Q|> My gentleman answered loud enough for me to hear, \u201cVery well, I believe I shall.\u201d\n\nI was no sooner come back to the inn but he fell upon me with irresistible words, that since he had had the good fortune to meet me, and everything concurred, it would be hastening his felicity if I would put an end to the matter just there. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d says I, colouring a little. \u201cWhat, in an inn, and upon the road! Bless us all", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_23": "\u201cWhy,\u201d said I, \u201cdo you think, mother, that when I come to see my child, I shall be able to conceal my being the mother of it? Do you think that possible?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, well,\u201d says my governess, <|Q|>\u201cif you discover it, the nurse shall be never the wiser; for she shall be forbid to ask any questions about you, or to take any notice. If she offers it, she shall lose the money which you are suppose to give her, and the child shall be taken from her too.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI was very well pleased with this. So the next week a countrywoman was brought from Hertford, or thereabouts, who was to take the child off our hands entirely for \u00a310 in money. But if I would allow \u00a35 a year more of her, she would be obliged to bring the child to my governess\u2019s house as often as we desired, or we should come down and look at it, and see how well she used it.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_25": "But while these thoughts ran round in my head, which was the work but of a few moments, I observed my landlord took him aside and whispered to him, though not very softly neither, for so much I overheard: \u201cSir, if you shall have occasion \u2014 \u2014 \u201d the rest I could not hear, but it seems it was to this purpose: \u201cSir, if you shall have occasion for a minister, I have a friend a little way off that will serve you, and be as private as you please.\u201d My gentleman answered loud enough for me to hear, <|Q|>\u201cVery well, I believe I shall.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI was no sooner come back to the inn but he fell upon me with irresistible words, that since he had had the good fortune to meet me, and everything concurred, it would be hastening his felicity if I would put an end to the matter just there. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d says I, colouring a little. \u201cWhat, in an inn, and upon the road! Bless us all,\u201d said I, as if I had been surprised, \u201chow can you talk so", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_26": "\u201cSir, if you shall have occasion for a minister, I have a friend a little way off that will serve you, and be as private as you please.\u201d My gentleman answered loud enough for me to hear, \u201cVery well, I believe I shall.\u201d\n\nI was no sooner come back to the inn but he fell upon me with irresistible words, that since he had had the good fortune to meet me, and everything concurred, it would be hastening his felicity if I would put an end to the matter just there. <|Q|>\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<|Q|> says I, colouring a little. \u201cWhat, in an inn, and upon the road! Bless us all,\u201d said I, as if I had been surprised, \u201chow can you talk so?\u201d \u201cOh, I can talk so very well,\u201d says he, \u201cI came a-purpose to talk so, and I\u2019ll show you that I did\u201d; and with that he pulls out a great bundle of papers. \u201cYou fright me,\u201d said I; \u201cwhat are all these?\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t be frighted, my dear", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_27": "\u201cSir, if you shall have occasion for a minister, I have a friend a little way off that will serve you, and be as private as you please.\u201d My gentleman answered loud enough for me to hear, \u201cVery well, I believe I shall.\u201d\n\nI was no sooner come back to the inn but he fell upon me with irresistible words, that since he had had the good fortune to meet me, and everything concurred, it would be hastening his felicity if I would put an end to the matter just there. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d says I, colouring a little. <|Q|>\u201cWhat, in an inn, and upon the road! Bless us all,\u201d<|Q|> said I, as if I had been surprised, \u201chow can you talk so?\u201d \u201cOh, I can talk so very well,\u201d says he, \u201cI came a-purpose to talk so, and I\u2019ll show you that I did\u201d; and with that he pulls out a great bundle of papers. \u201cYou fright me,\u201d said I; \u201cwhat are all these?\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t be frighted, my dear,\u201d said he, and kissed me. This was the first time that he had been so free to call me \u201cmy dear\u201d; then he repeated it,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_59": "When he had said thus he comes upstairs, and I was by that time come out of my room; so he tells me the minister was below, and that he had talked with him, and that upon showing him the license, he was free to marry us with all his heart, \u201cbut he asks to see you\u201d; so he asked if I would let him come up.\n\n<|Q|>\u201c\u2019Tis time enough,\u201d<|Q|> said I, \u201cin the morning, is it not?\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d said he, \u201cmy dear, he seemed to scruple whether it was not some young girl stolen from her parents, and I assured him we were both of age to command our own consent; and that made him ask to see you.\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d said I, \u201cdo as you please\u201d; so up they brings the parson, and a merry, good sort of gentleman he was. He had been told, it seems, that we had met there by accident, that I came in the Chester coach, and my gentleman in his own coach to meet me; that we were to have met last night at Stony-Stratford, but that he could not reach so far.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_60": "When he had said thus he comes upstairs, and I was by that time come out of my room; so he tells me the minister was below, and that he had talked with him, and that upon showing him the license, he was free to marry us with all his heart, \u201cbut he asks to see you\u201d; so he asked if I would let him come up.\n\n\u201c\u2019Tis time enough,\u201d said I, <|Q|>\u201cin the morning, is it not?\u201d<|Q|> \u201cWhy,\u201d said he, \u201cmy dear, he seemed to scruple whether it was not some young girl stolen from her parents, and I assured him we were both of age to command our own consent; and that made him ask to see you.\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d said I, \u201cdo as you please\u201d; so up they brings the parson, and a merry, good sort of gentleman he was. He had been told, it seems, that we had met there by accident, that I came in the Chester coach, and my gentleman in his own coach to meet me; that we were to have met last night at Stony-Stratford, but that he could not reach so far.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_61": "When he had said thus he comes upstairs, and I was by that time come out of my room; so he tells me the minister was below, and that he had talked with him, and that upon showing him the license, he was free to marry us with all his heart, \u201cbut he asks to see you\u201d; so he asked if I would let him come up.\n\n\u201c\u2019Tis time enough,\u201d said I, \u201cin the morning, is it not?\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d said he, <|Q|>\u201cmy dear, he seemed to scruple whether it was not some young girl stolen from her parents, and I assured him we were both of age to command our own consent; and that made him ask to see you.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cWell,\u201d said I, \u201cdo as you please\u201d; so up they brings the parson, and a merry, good sort of gentleman he was. He had been told, it seems, that we had met there by accident, that I came in the Chester coach, and my gentleman in his own coach to meet me; that we were to have met last night at Stony-Stratford, but that he could not reach so far. \u201cWell, sir,\u201d says the parson,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_31": "I was no sooner come back to the inn but he fell upon me with irresistible words, that since he had had the good fortune to meet me, and everything concurred, it would be hastening his felicity if I would put an end to the matter just there. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d says I, colouring a little. \u201cWhat, in an inn, and upon the road! Bless us all,\u201d said I, as if I had been surprised, \u201chow can you talk so?\u201d \u201cOh, I can talk so very well,\u201d says he, \u201cI came a-purpose to talk so, and I\u2019ll show you that I did\u201d; and with that he pulls out a great bundle of papers. <|Q|>\u201cYou fright me,\u201d<|Q|> said I; \u201cwhat are all these?\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t be frighted, my dear,\u201d said he, and kissed me. This was the first time that he had been so free to call me \u201cmy dear\u201d; then he repeated it, \u201cDon\u2019t be frighted; you shall see what it is all\u201d; then he laid them all abroad. There was first the deed or sentence of divorce from his wife, and the full evidence of her playing the whore; then there were the certificates of the minister and churchwardens of the parish where she lived, proving that she was buried, and intimating the manner of her death; the copy of the coroner\u2019s warrant for a jury to sit upon her, and the verdict of the jury, who brought it in Non compos mentis. All this was indeed to the purpose, and to give me satisfaction, though, by the way, I was not so scrupulous, had he known all, but that I might have taken him without it. However, I looked them all over as well as I could, and told him that this was all very clear indeed, but that he need not have given himself the trouble to have brought them out with him, for it was time enough. Well, he said, it might be time enough for me, but no time but the present time was time enough for him.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_33": "\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d says I, colouring a little. \u201cWhat, in an inn, and upon the road! Bless us all,\u201d said I, as if I had been surprised, \u201chow can you talk so?\u201d \u201cOh, I can talk so very well,\u201d says he, \u201cI came a-purpose to talk so, and I\u2019ll show you that I did\u201d; and with that he pulls out a great bundle of papers. \u201cYou fright me,\u201d said I; \u201cwhat are all these?\u201d <|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t be frighted, my dear,\u201d<|Q|> said he, and kissed me. This was the first time that he had been so free to call me \u201cmy dear\u201d; then he repeated it, \u201cDon\u2019t be frighted; you shall see what it is all\u201d; then he laid them all abroad. There was first the deed or sentence of divorce from his wife, and the full evidence of her playing the whore; then there were the certificates of the minister and churchwardens of the parish where she lived, proving that she was buried, and intimating the manner of her death; the copy of the coroner\u2019s warrant for a jury to sit upon her, and the verdict of the jury, who brought it in Non compos mentis. All this was indeed to the purpose, and to give me satisfaction, though, by the way, I was not so scrupulous, had he known all, but that I might have taken him without it. However, I looked them all over as well as I could, and told him that this was all very clear indeed, but that he need not have given himself the trouble to have brought them out with him, for it was time enough. Well, he said, it might be time enough for me, but no time but the present time was time enough for him.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_65": "\u201d; so up they brings the parson, and a merry, good sort of gentleman he was. He had been told, it seems, that we had met there by accident, that I came in the Chester coach, and my gentleman in his own coach to meet me; that we were to have met last night at Stony-Stratford, but that he could not reach so far. \u201cWell, sir,\u201d says the parson, \u201cevery ill turn has some good in it. The disappointment, sir,\u201d says he to my gentleman, <|Q|>\u201cwas yours, and the good turn is mine, for if you had met at Stony-Stratford I had not had the honour to marry you. Landlord, have you a Common Prayer Book?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI started as if I had been frightened. \u201cLord, sir,\u201d says I, \u201cwhat do you mean? What, to marry in an inn, and at night too?\u201d \u201cMadam,\u201d says the minister, \u201cif you will have it be in the church, you shall; but I assure you your marriage will be as firm here as in the church; we are not tied by the canons to marry nowhere but in the church; and if you will have it in the church, it will be a public as a county fair; and as for the time of day, it does not at all weigh in this case; our princes are married in their chambers, and at eight or ten o\u2019clock at night.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_32": "I was no sooner come back to the inn but he fell upon me with irresistible words, that since he had had the good fortune to meet me, and everything concurred, it would be hastening his felicity if I would put an end to the matter just there. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d says I, colouring a little. \u201cWhat, in an inn, and upon the road! Bless us all,\u201d said I, as if I had been surprised, \u201chow can you talk so?\u201d \u201cOh, I can talk so very well,\u201d says he, \u201cI came a-purpose to talk so, and I\u2019ll show you that I did\u201d; and with that he pulls out a great bundle of papers. \u201cYou fright me,\u201d said I; <|Q|>\u201cwhat are all these?\u201d<|Q|> \u201cDon\u2019t be frighted, my dear,\u201d said he, and kissed me. This was the first time that he had been so free to call me \u201cmy dear\u201d; then he repeated it, \u201cDon\u2019t be frighted; you shall see what it is all\u201d; then he laid them all abroad. There was first the deed or sentence of divorce from his wife, and the full evidence of her playing the whore; then there were the certificates of the minister and churchwardens of the parish where she lived, proving that she was buried, and intimating the manner of her death; the copy of the coroner\u2019s warrant for a jury to sit upon her, and the verdict of the jury, who brought it in Non compos mentis. All this was indeed to the purpose, and to give me satisfaction, though, by the way, I was not so scrupulous, had he known all, but that I might have taken him without it. However, I looked them all over as well as I could, and told him that this was all very clear indeed, but that he need not have given himself the trouble to have brought them out with him, for it was time enough. Well, he said, it might be time enough for me, but no time but the present time was time enough for him.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_35": "\u201d; then he laid them all abroad. There was first the deed or sentence of divorce from his wife, and the full evidence of her playing the whore; then there were the certificates of the minister and churchwardens of the parish where she lived, proving that she was buried, and intimating the manner of her death; the copy of the coroner\u2019s warrant for a jury to sit upon her, and the verdict of the jury, who brought it in Non compos mentis. All this was indeed to the purpose, and to give me satisfaction, though, by the way, I was not so scrupulous, had he known all, but that I might have taken him without it. However, I looked them all over as well as I could, and told him that this was all very clear indeed, but that he need not have given himself the trouble to have brought them out with him, for it was time enough. Well, he said, it might be time enough for me, but no time but the present time was time enough for him.\n\nThere were other papers rolled up, and I asked him what they were. <|Q|>\u201cWhy, ay,\u201d<|Q|> says he, \u201cthat\u2019s the question I wanted to have you ask me\u201d; so he unrolls them and takes out a little shagreen case, and gives me out of it a very fine diamond ring. I could not refuse it, if I had a mind to do so, for he put it upon my finger; so I made him a curtsy and accepted it. Then he takes out another ring: \u201cAnd this,\u201d says he, \u201cis for another occasion,\u201d so he puts that in his pocket.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_36": "\u201d; then he laid them all abroad. There was first the deed or sentence of divorce from his wife, and the full evidence of her playing the whore; then there were the certificates of the minister and churchwardens of the parish where she lived, proving that she was buried, and intimating the manner of her death; the copy of the coroner\u2019s warrant for a jury to sit upon her, and the verdict of the jury, who brought it in Non compos mentis. All this was indeed to the purpose, and to give me satisfaction, though, by the way, I was not so scrupulous, had he known all, but that I might have taken him without it. However, I looked them all over as well as I could, and told him that this was all very clear indeed, but that he need not have given himself the trouble to have brought them out with him, for it was time enough. Well, he said, it might be time enough for me, but no time but the present time was time enough for him.\n\nThere were other papers rolled up, and I asked him what they were. \u201cWhy, ay,\u201d says he, <|Q|>\u201cthat\u2019s the question I wanted to have you ask me\u201d<|Q|>; so he unrolls them and takes out a little shagreen case, and gives me out of it a very fine diamond ring. I could not refuse it, if I had a mind to do so, for he put it upon my finger; so I made him a curtsy and accepted it. Then he takes out another ring: \u201cAnd this,\u201d says he, \u201cis for another occasion,\u201d so he puts that in his pocket. \u201cWell, but let me see it, though", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_37": "There were other papers rolled up, and I asked him what they were. \u201cWhy, ay,\u201d says he, \u201cthat\u2019s the question I wanted to have you ask me\u201d; so he unrolls them and takes out a little shagreen case, and gives me out of it a very fine diamond ring. I could not refuse it, if I had a mind to do so, for he put it upon my finger; so I made him a curtsy and accepted it. Then he takes out another ring: \u201cAnd this,\u201d says he, <|Q|>\u201cis for another occasion,\u201d<|Q|> so he puts that in his pocket. \u201cWell, but let me see it, though,\u201d says I, and smiled; \u201cI guess what it is; I think you are mad.\u201d \u201cI should have been mad if I had done less,\u201d says he, and still he did not show me, and I had a great mind to see it; so I says, \u201cWell, but let me see it.\u201d \u201cHold,\u201d says he, \u201cfirst look here\u201d; then he took up the roll again and read it, and behold! it was a licence for us to be married. \u201cWhy,\u201d says I,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_38": "\u201cthat\u2019s the question I wanted to have you ask me\u201d; so he unrolls them and takes out a little shagreen case, and gives me out of it a very fine diamond ring. I could not refuse it, if I had a mind to do so, for he put it upon my finger; so I made him a curtsy and accepted it. Then he takes out another ring: \u201cAnd this,\u201d says he, \u201cis for another occasion,\u201d so he puts that in his pocket. <|Q|>\u201cWell, but let me see it, though,\u201d<|Q|> says I, and smiled; \u201cI guess what it is; I think you are mad.\u201d \u201cI should have been mad if I had done less,\u201d says he, and still he did not show me, and I had a great mind to see it; so I says, \u201cWell, but let me see it.\u201d \u201cHold,\u201d says he, \u201cfirst look here\u201d; then he took up the roll again and read it, and behold! it was a licence for us to be married. \u201cWhy,\u201d says I,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_39": "\u201d; so he unrolls them and takes out a little shagreen case, and gives me out of it a very fine diamond ring. I could not refuse it, if I had a mind to do so, for he put it upon my finger; so I made him a curtsy and accepted it. Then he takes out another ring: \u201cAnd this,\u201d says he, \u201cis for another occasion,\u201d so he puts that in his pocket. \u201cWell, but let me see it, though,\u201d says I, and smiled; <|Q|>\u201cI guess what it is; I think you are mad.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cI should have been mad if I had done less,\u201d says he, and still he did not show me, and I had a great mind to see it; so I says, \u201cWell, but let me see it.\u201d \u201cHold,\u201d says he, \u201cfirst look here\u201d; then he took up the roll again and read it, and behold! it was a licence for us to be married. \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201care you distracted? Why, you were fully satisfied that I would comply and yield at first word, or resolved to take no denial", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_40": "\u201d; so he unrolls them and takes out a little shagreen case, and gives me out of it a very fine diamond ring. I could not refuse it, if I had a mind to do so, for he put it upon my finger; so I made him a curtsy and accepted it. Then he takes out another ring: \u201cAnd this,\u201d says he, \u201cis for another occasion,\u201d so he puts that in his pocket. \u201cWell, but let me see it, though,\u201d says I, and smiled; \u201cI guess what it is; I think you are mad.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cI should have been mad if I had done less,\u201d<|Q|> says he, and still he did not show me, and I had a great mind to see it; so I says, \u201cWell, but let me see it.\u201d \u201cHold,\u201d says he, \u201cfirst look here\u201d; then he took up the roll again and read it, and behold! it was a licence for us to be married. \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201care you distracted? Why, you were fully satisfied that I would comply and yield at first word, or resolved to take no denial", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_41": "\u201d; so he unrolls them and takes out a little shagreen case, and gives me out of it a very fine diamond ring. I could not refuse it, if I had a mind to do so, for he put it upon my finger; so I made him a curtsy and accepted it. Then he takes out another ring: \u201cAnd this,\u201d says he, \u201cis for another occasion,\u201d so he puts that in his pocket. \u201cWell, but let me see it, though,\u201d says I, and smiled; \u201cI guess what it is; I think you are mad.\u201d \u201cI should have been mad if I had done less,\u201d says he, and still he did not show me, and I had a great mind to see it; so I says, <|Q|>\u201cWell, but let me see it.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cHold,\u201d says he, \u201cfirst look here\u201d; then he took up the roll again and read it, and behold! it was a licence for us to be married. \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201care you distracted? Why, you were fully satisfied that I would comply and yield at first word, or resolved to take no denial.\u201d \u201cThe last is certainly the case,\u201d said he. \u201cBut you may be mistaken,\u201d said I. \u201cNo, no,\u201d says he, \u201chow can you think so? I must not be denied, I can\u2019t be denie", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_12": "\u201cyou give a piece of money to these people to take the child off the parent\u2019s hands, and to take care of it as long as it lives. Now we know, mother,\u201d said I, \u201cthat those are poor people, and their gain consists in being quit of the charge as soon as they can; how can I doubt but that, as it is best for them to have the child die, they are not over solicitous about life?\u201d\n\n\u201cThis is all vapours and fancy,\u201d says the old woman; <|Q|>\u201cI tell you their credit depends upon the child\u2019s life, and they are as careful as any mother of you all.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cO mother,\u201d says I, \u201cif I was but sure my little baby would be carefully looked to, and have justice done it, I should be happy indeed; but it is impossible I can be satisfied in that point unless I saw it, and to see it would be ruin and destruction to me, as now my case stands; so what to do I know not.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_3": "\u201cI don\u2019t change \u2014 I simply make it out. The four, depend upon it, perpetually meet. If on either of these last nights you had been with either child, you would clearly have understood. The more I\u2019ve watched and waited the more I\u2019ve felt that if there were nothing else to make it sure it would be made so by the systematic silence of each. Never, by a slip of the tongue, have they so much as alluded to either of their old friends, any more than Miles has alluded to his expulsion. Oh, yes, we may sit here and look at them, and they may show off to us there to their fill; but even while they pretend to be lost in their fairytale they\u2019re steeped in their vision of the dead restored. He\u2019s not reading to her,\u201d I declared; <|Q|>\u201cthey\u2019re talking of them \u2014 they\u2019re talking horrors! I go on, I know, as if I were crazy; and it\u2019s a wonder I\u2019m not. What I\u2019ve seen would have made you so; but it has only made me more lucid, made me get hold of still other things.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy lucidity must have seemed awful, but the charming creatures who were victims of it, passing and repassing in their interlocked sweetness, gave my colleague something to hold on by; and I felt how tight she held as, without stirring in the breath of my passion, she covered them still with her eyes. \u201cOf what other things have you got hold?\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_44": "\u201d says he, and still he did not show me, and I had a great mind to see it; so I says, \u201cWell, but let me see it.\u201d \u201cHold,\u201d says he, \u201cfirst look here\u201d; then he took up the roll again and read it, and behold! it was a licence for us to be married. \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201care you distracted? Why, you were fully satisfied that I would comply and yield at first word, or resolved to take no denial.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cThe last is certainly the case,\u201d<|Q|> said he. \u201cBut you may be mistaken,\u201d said I. \u201cNo, no,\u201d says he, \u201chow can you think so? I must not be denied, I can\u2019t be denied\u201d; and with that he fell to kissing me so violently, I could not get rid of him.\n\nThere was a bed in the room, and we were walking to and again, eager in the discourse; at last he takes me by surprise in his arms, and threw me on the bed and himself with me, and holding me fast in his arms, but without the least offer of any indecency, courted me to consent with such repeated entreaties and arguments, protesting his affection, and vowing he would not let me go till I had promised him, that at last I said,", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_10": "\u201cAs yet mere lovely babies? Yes, mad as that seems!\u201d The very act of bringing it out really helped me to trace it \u2014 follow it all up and piece it all together. \u201cThey haven\u2019t been good \u2014 they\u2019ve only been absent. It has been easy to live with them, because they\u2019re simply leading a life of their own. They\u2019re not mine \u2014 they\u2019re not ours. They\u2019re his and they\u2019re hers!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cQuint\u2019s and that woman\u2019s?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cQuint\u2019s and that woman\u2019s. They want to get to them.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_46": "\u201cWell, but let me see it.\u201d \u201cHold,\u201d says he, \u201cfirst look here\u201d; then he took up the roll again and read it, and behold! it was a licence for us to be married. \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, \u201care you distracted? Why, you were fully satisfied that I would comply and yield at first word, or resolved to take no denial.\u201d \u201cThe last is certainly the case,\u201d said he. \u201cBut you may be mistaken,\u201d said I. \u201cNo, no,\u201d says he, <|Q|>\u201chow can you think so? I must not be denied, I can\u2019t be denied\u201d<|Q|>; and with that he fell to kissing me so violently, I could not get rid of him.\n\nThere was a bed in the room, and we were walking to and again, eager in the discourse; at last he takes me by surprise in his arms, and threw me on the bed and himself with me, and holding me fast in his arms, but without the least offer of any indecency, courted me to consent with such repeated entreaties and arguments, protesting his affection, and vowing he would not let me go till I had promised him, that at last I said,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_47": "There was a bed in the room, and we were walking to and again, eager in the discourse; at last he takes me by surprise in his arms, and threw me on the bed and himself with me, and holding me fast in his arms, but without the least offer of any indecency, courted me to consent with such repeated entreaties and arguments, protesting his affection, and vowing he would not let me go till I had promised him, that at last I said, <|Q|>\u201cWhy, you resolve not to be denied, indeed, I can\u2019t be denied.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cWell, well,\u201d said I, and giving him a slight kiss, \u201cthen you shan\u2019t be denied,\u201d said I; \u201clet me get up.\u201d\n\nHe was so transported with my consent, and the kind manner of it, that I began to think once he took it for a marriage, and would not stay for the form; but I wronged him, for he gave over kissing me, and then giving me two or three kisses again, thanked me for my kind yielding to him; and was so overcome with the satisfaction and joy of it, that I saw tears stand in his eyes.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_19": "At last my old governess came to me, with her usual assurance. \u201cCome, my dear,\u201d says she, \u201cI have found out a way how you shall be at a certainty that your child shall be used well, and yet the people that take care of it shall never know you, or who the mother of the child is.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh mother,\u201d says I, \u201cif you can do so, you will engage me to you for ever.\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d says she, <|Q|>\u201care you willing to be a some small annual expense, more than what we usually give to the people we contract with?\u201d<|Q|> \u201cAy,\u201d says I, \u201cwith all my heart, provided I may be concealed.\u201d \u201cAs to that,\u201d says the governess, \u201cyou shall be secure, for the nurse shall never so much as dare to inquire about you, and you shall once or twice a year go with me and see your child, and see how \u2019tis used, and be satisfied that it is in good hands, nobody knowing who you are.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy,\u201d said I, \u201cdo you think, mother, that when I come to see my child, I shall be able to conceal my being the mother of it? Do you think that possible?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_13": "Oh, how, at this, poor Mrs. Grose appeared to study them! \u201cBut for what?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFor the love of all the evil that, in those dreadful days, the pair put into them. And to ply them with that evil still, to keep up the work of demons, is what brings the others back.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cLaws!\u201d said my friend under her breath. The exclamation was homely, but it revealed a real acceptance of my further proof of what, in the bad time \u2014 for there had been a worse even than this! \u2014 must have occurred. There could have been no such justification for me as the plain assent of her experience to whatever depth of depravity I found credible in our brace of scoundrels. It was in obvious submission of memory that she brought out after a moment:", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_52": "He was impatient for my coming out of my chamber, but finding me long, he went downstairs and talked with my landlord about the parson.\n\nMy landlord, an officious though well-meaning fellow, had sent away for the neighbouring clergyman; and when my gentleman began to speak of it to him, and talk of sending for him, \u201cSir,\u201d says he to him, <|Q|>\u201cmy friend is in the house\u201d<|Q|>; so without any more words he brought them together. When he came to the minister, he asked him if he would venture to marry a couple of strangers that were both willing. The parson said that Mr. \u2014 \u2014 had said something to him of it; that he hoped it was no clandestine business; that he seemed to be a grave gentleman, and he supposed madam was not a girl, so that the consent of friends should be wanted. \u201cTo put you out of doubt of that", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_54": "\u201d; so without any more words he brought them together. When he came to the minister, he asked him if he would venture to marry a couple of strangers that were both willing. The parson said that Mr. \u2014 \u2014 had said something to him of it; that he hoped it was no clandestine business; that he seemed to be a grave gentleman, and he supposed madam was not a girl, so that the consent of friends should be wanted. \u201cTo put you out of doubt of that,\u201d says my gentleman, <|Q|>\u201cread this paper\u201d<|Q|>; and out he pulls the license. \u201cI am satisfied,\u201d says the minister; \u201cwhere is the lady?\u201d \u201cYou shall see her presently,\u201d says my gentleman.\n\nWhen he had said thus he comes upstairs, and I was by that time come out of my room; so he tells me the minister was below, and that he had talked with him, and that upon showing him the license, he was free to marry us with all his heart, \u201cbut he asks to see you\u201d; so he asked if I would let him come up.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_19": "\u201cFor the children to come?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd perish in the attempt!\u201d<|Q|> Mrs. Grose slowly got up, and I scrupulously added: \u201cUnless, of course, we can prevent!\u201d\n\nStanding there before me while I kept my seat, she visibly turned things over. \u201cTheir uncle must do the preventing. He must take them away.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_55": "\u201d; so without any more words he brought them together. When he came to the minister, he asked him if he would venture to marry a couple of strangers that were both willing. The parson said that Mr. \u2014 \u2014 had said something to him of it; that he hoped it was no clandestine business; that he seemed to be a grave gentleman, and he supposed madam was not a girl, so that the consent of friends should be wanted. \u201cTo put you out of doubt of that,\u201d says my gentleman, \u201cread this paper\u201d; and out he pulls the license. <|Q|>\u201cI am satisfied,\u201d<|Q|> says the minister; \u201cwhere is the lady?\u201d \u201cYou shall see her presently,\u201d says my gentleman.\n\nWhen he had said thus he comes upstairs, and I was by that time come out of my room; so he tells me the minister was below, and that he had talked with him, and that upon showing him the license, he was free to marry us with all his heart, \u201cbut he asks to see you\u201d; so he asked if I would let him come up.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_18": "\u201cThey don\u2019t know, as yet, quite how \u2014 but they\u2019re trying hard. They\u2019re seen only across, as it were, and beyond \u2014 in strange places and on high places, the top of towers, the roof of houses, the outside of windows, the further edge of pools; but there\u2019s a deep design, on either side, to shorten the distance and overcome the obstacle; and the success of the tempters is only a question of time. They\u2019ve only to keep to their suggestions of danger.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFor the children to come?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd perish in the attempt!\u201d Mrs. Grose slowly got up, and I scrupulously added: \u201cUnless, of course, we can prevent!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_20": "\u201cFor the children to come?\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd perish in the attempt!\u201d Mrs. Grose slowly got up, and I scrupulously added: <|Q|>\u201cUnless, of course, we can prevent!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nStanding there before me while I kept my seat, she visibly turned things over. \u201cTheir uncle must do the preventing. He must take them away.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_58": "\u201d says my gentleman, \u201cread this paper\u201d; and out he pulls the license. \u201cI am satisfied,\u201d says the minister; \u201cwhere is the lady?\u201d \u201cYou shall see her presently,\u201d says my gentleman.\n\nWhen he had said thus he comes upstairs, and I was by that time come out of my room; so he tells me the minister was below, and that he had talked with him, and that upon showing him the license, he was free to marry us with all his heart, <|Q|>\u201cbut he asks to see you\u201d<|Q|>; so he asked if I would let him come up.\n\n\u201c\u2019Tis time enough,\u201d said I, \u201cin the morning, is it not?\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d said he, \u201cmy dear, he seemed to scruple whether it was not some young girl stolen from her parents, and I assured him we were both of age to command our own consent; and that made him ask to see you.\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d said I, \u201cdo as you please\u201d; so up they brings the parson, and a merry, good sort of gentleman he was. He had been told, it seems, that we had met there by accident, that I came in the Chester coach, and my gentleman in his own coach to meet me; that we were to have met last night at Stony-Stratford, but that he could not reach so far.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_23": "\u201cAnd who\u2019s to make him?\u201d\n\nShe had been scanning the distance, but she now dropped on me a foolish face. <|Q|>\u201cYou, miss.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBy writing to him that his house is poisoned and his little nephew and niece mad?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_22": "Standing there before me while I kept my seat, she visibly turned things over. \u201cTheir uncle must do the preventing. He must take them away.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd who\u2019s to make him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe had been scanning the distance, but she now dropped on me a foolish face. \u201cYou, miss.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_29": "I was no sooner come back to the inn but he fell upon me with irresistible words, that since he had had the good fortune to meet me, and everything concurred, it would be hastening his felicity if I would put an end to the matter just there. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d says I, colouring a little. \u201cWhat, in an inn, and upon the road! Bless us all,\u201d said I, as if I had been surprised, \u201chow can you talk so?\u201d <|Q|>\u201cOh, I can talk so very well,\u201d<|Q|> says he, \u201cI came a-purpose to talk so, and I\u2019ll show you that I did\u201d; and with that he pulls out a great bundle of papers. \u201cYou fright me,\u201d said I; \u201cwhat are all these?\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t be frighted, my dear,\u201d said he, and kissed me. This was the first time that he had been so free to call me \u201cmy dear\u201d; then he repeated it, \u201cDon\u2019t be frighted; you shall see what it is al", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_62": "When he had said thus he comes upstairs, and I was by that time come out of my room; so he tells me the minister was below, and that he had talked with him, and that upon showing him the license, he was free to marry us with all his heart, \u201cbut he asks to see you\u201d; so he asked if I would let him come up.\n\n\u201c\u2019Tis time enough,\u201d said I, \u201cin the morning, is it not?\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d said he, \u201cmy dear, he seemed to scruple whether it was not some young girl stolen from her parents, and I assured him we were both of age to command our own consent; and that made him ask to see you.\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d said I, <|Q|>\u201cdo as you please\u201d<|Q|>; so up they brings the parson, and a merry, good sort of gentleman he was. He had been told, it seems, that we had met there by accident, that I came in the Chester coach, and my gentleman in his own coach to meet me; that we were to have met last night at Stony-Stratford, but that he could not reach so far. \u201cWell, sir,\u201d says the parson, \u201cevery ill turn has some good in it. The disappointment, sir", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_25": "\u201cBy writing to him that his house is poisoned and his little nephew and niece mad?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut if they are, miss?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd if I am myself, you mean? That\u2019s charming news to be sent him by a governess whose prime undertaking was to give him no worry.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_26": "\u201cBut if they are, miss?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd if I am myself, you mean? That\u2019s charming news to be sent him by a governess whose prime undertaking was to give him no worry.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose considered, following the children again. \u201cYes, he do hate worry. That was the great reason \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_24": "She had been scanning the distance, but she now dropped on me a foolish face. \u201cYou, miss.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBy writing to him that his house is poisoned and his little nephew and niece mad?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut if they are, miss?\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_67": "\u201d; so up they brings the parson, and a merry, good sort of gentleman he was. He had been told, it seems, that we had met there by accident, that I came in the Chester coach, and my gentleman in his own coach to meet me; that we were to have met last night at Stony-Stratford, but that he could not reach so far. \u201cWell, sir,\u201d says the parson, \u201cevery ill turn has some good in it. The disappointment, sir,\u201d says he to my gentleman, \u201cwas yours, and the good turn is mine, for if you had met at Stony-Stratford I had not had the honour to marry you. Landlord, have you a Common Prayer Book?\u201d\n\nI started as if I had been frightened. \u201cLord, sir,\u201d says I, <|Q|>\u201cwhat do you mean? What, to marry in an inn, and at night too?\u201d<|Q|> \u201cMadam,\u201d says the minister, \u201cif you will have it be in the church, you shall; but I assure you your marriage will be as firm here as in the church; we are not tied by the canons to marry nowhere but in the church; and if you will have it in the church, it will be a public as a county fair; and as for the time of day, it does not at all weigh in this case; our princes are married in their chambers, and at eight or ten o\u2019clock at night.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_27": "Mrs. Grose considered, following the children again. \u201cYes, he do hate worry. That was the great reason \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy those fiends took him in so long? No doubt, though his indifference must have been awful. As I\u2019m not a fiend, at any rate, I shouldn\u2019t take him in.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy companion, after an instant and for all answer, sat down again and grasped my arm. \u201cMake him at any rate come to you.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_29": "I stared. \u201cTo me?\u201d I had a sudden fear of what she might do. \u201c\u2018Him\u2019?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe ought to be here \u2014 he ought to help.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI quickly rose, and I think I must have shown her a queerer face than ever yet. \u201cYou see me asking him for a visit?\u201d No, with her eyes on my face she evidently couldn\u2019t. Instead of it even \u2014 as a woman reads another \u2014 she could see what I myself saw: his derision, his amusement, his contempt for the breakdown of my resignation at being left alone and for the fine machinery I had set in motion to attract his attention to my slighted charms. She didn\u2019t know \u2014 no one knew \u2014 how proud I had been to serve him and to stick to our terms; yet she nonetheless took the measure, I think, of the warning I now gave her. \u201cIf you should so lose your head as to appeal to him for me \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_0": "XII\n\nThe particular impression I had received proved in the morning light, I repeat, not quite successfully presentable to Mrs. Grose, though I reinforced it with the mention of still another remark that he had made before we separated. <|Q|>\u201cIt all lies in half a dozen words,\u201d<|Q|> I said to her, \u201cwords that really settle the matter. \u2018Think, you know, what I might do!\u2019 He threw that off to show me how good he is. He knows down to the ground what he \u2018might\u2019 do. That\u2019s what he gave them a taste of at school.\u201d\n\n\u201cLord, you do change!\u201d cried my friend.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_28": "\u201cWhy those fiends took him in so long? No doubt, though his indifference must have been awful. As I\u2019m not a fiend, at any rate, I shouldn\u2019t take him in.\u201d\n\nMy companion, after an instant and for all answer, sat down again and grasped my arm. <|Q|>\u201cMake him at any rate come to you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI stared. \u201cTo me?\u201d I had a sudden fear of what she might do. \u201c\u2018Him\u2019?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_2": "The particular impression I had received proved in the morning light, I repeat, not quite successfully presentable to Mrs. Grose, though I reinforced it with the mention of still another remark that he had made before we separated. \u201cIt all lies in half a dozen words,\u201d I said to her, \u201cwords that really settle the matter. \u2018Think, you know, what I might do!\u2019 He threw that off to show me how good he is. He knows down to the ground what he \u2018might\u2019 do. That\u2019s what he gave them a taste of at school.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cLord, you do change!\u201d<|Q|> cried my friend.\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t change \u2014 I simply make it out. The four, depend upon it, perpetually meet. If on either of these last nights you had been with either child, you would clearly have understood. The more I\u2019ve watched and waited the more I\u2019ve felt that if there were nothing else to make it sure it would be made so by the systematic silence of each. Never, by a slip of the tongue, have they so much as alluded to either of their old friends, any more than Miles has alluded to his expulsion. Oh, yes, we may sit here and look at them, and they may show off to us there to their fill; but even while they pretend to be lost in their fairytale they\u2019re steeped in their vision of the dead restored. He\u2019s not reading to her,\u201d I declared;", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_30": "\u201cHe ought to be here \u2014 he ought to help.\u201d\n\nI quickly rose, and I think I must have shown her a queerer face than ever yet. <|Q|>\u201cYou see me asking him for a visit?\u201d<|Q|> No, with her eyes on my face she evidently couldn\u2019t. Instead of it even \u2014 as a woman reads another \u2014 she could see what I myself saw: his derision, his amusement, his contempt for the breakdown of my resignation at being left alone and for the fine machinery I had set in motion to attract his attention to my slighted charms. She didn\u2019t know \u2014 no one knew \u2014 how proud I had been to serve him and to stick to our terms; yet she nonetheless took the measure, I think, of the warning I now gave her. \u201cIf you should so lose your head as to appeal to him for me \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_7": "\u201cWhy, of the very things that have delighted, fascinated, and yet, at bottom, as I now so strangely see, mystified and troubled me. Their more than earthly beauty, their absolutely unnatural goodness. It\u2019s a game,\u201d I went on; \u201cit\u2019s a policy and a fraud!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOn the part of little darlings \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAs yet mere lovely babies? Yes, mad as that seems!\u201d The very act of bringing it out really helped me to trace it \u2014 follow it all up and piece it all together. \u201cThey haven\u2019t been good \u2014 they\u2019ve only been absent. It has been easy to live with them, because they\u2019re simply leading a life of their own. They\u2019re not mine \u2014 they\u2019re not ours. They\u2019re his and they\u2019re hers!\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_1": "And so it happened to the other five, but when the youngest became king, and he also proclaimed a hunt in the mountain, a loud lament was raised in the city.\n\n'Who will reign over us when you are dead? For dead you surely will be,' cried they. <|Q|>'Stay with us, and we will make you happy.'<|Q|> And for a while he listened to their prayers, and the land grew rich and prosperous under his rule. But in a few years the restless fit again took possession of him, and this time he would hear nothing. Hunt in that forest he would, and calling his friends and attendants round him, he set out one morning across the desert.\n\nThey were riding through a rocky valley, when a deer sprang up in front of them and bounded away. The king instantly gave chase, followed by his attendants; but the animal ran so swiftly that they never could get up to it, and at length it vanished in the depths of the forest.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_3": "By-and-by, however, it began to grow dark, and he thought that the moment had arrived for them to start for the palace. So, leaving the forest with a sigh, he made his way down to the tents, but what was his horror to find his men lying about, some dead, some dying. These were past speech, but speech was needless. It was as clear as day that the wine they had drunk contained deadly poison.\n\n'I am too late to help you, my poor friends,' he said, gazing at them sadly; <|Q|>'but at least I can avenge you! Those that have set the snare will certainly return to see to its working. I will hide myself somewhere, and discover who they are!'<|Q|>\n\nNear the spot where he stood he noticed a large walnut tree, and into this he climbed. Night soon fell, and nothing broke the stillness of the place; but with the earliest glimpse of dawn a noise of galloping hoofs was heard.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_9": "\u201cOn the part of little darlings \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n\u201cAs yet mere lovely babies? Yes, mad as that seems!\u201d The very act of bringing it out really helped me to trace it \u2014 follow it all up and piece it all together. <|Q|>\u201cThey haven\u2019t been good \u2014 they\u2019ve only been absent. It has been easy to live with them, because they\u2019re simply leading a life of their own. They\u2019re not mine \u2014 they\u2019re not ours. They\u2019re his and they\u2019re hers!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cQuint\u2019s and that woman\u2019s?\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_16": "However, let me be what I would, I was not come up to that pitch of hardness common to the profession; I mean, to be unnatural, and regardless of the safety of my child; and I preserved this honest affection so long, that I was upon the point of giving up my friend at the bank, who lay so hard at me to come to him and marry him, that, in short, there was hardly any room to deny him.\n\nAt last my old governess came to me, with her usual assurance. <|Q|>\u201cCome, my dear,\u201d<|Q|> says she, \u201cI have found out a way how you shall be at a certainty that your child shall be used well, and yet the people that take care of it shall never know you, or who the mother of the child is.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh mother,\u201d says I, \u201cif you can do so, you will engage me to you for ever.\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d says she, \u201care you willing to be a some small annual expense, more than what we usually give to the people we contract with", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_11": "\u201cQuint\u2019s and that woman\u2019s?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cQuint\u2019s and that woman\u2019s. They want to get to them.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nOh, how, at this, poor Mrs. Grose appeared to study them! \u201cBut for what?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_12": "\u201cQuint\u2019s and that woman\u2019s. They want to get to them.\u201d\n\nOh, how, at this, poor Mrs. Grose appeared to study them! <|Q|>\u201cBut for what?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFor the love of all the evil that, in those dreadful days, the pair put into them. And to ply them with that evil still, to keep up the work of demons, is what brings the others back.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_9": "The poor king was by this time so tired and hungry that he could hardly speak, but when he had drunk some milk, and rested a little, he was able to reply to the questions they eagerly put to him.\n\n<|Q|>'I am going to seek Zoulvisia,'<|Q|> said he, 'she has slain my brothers and many of my subjects, and I mean to avenge them.'\n\nHe had only spoken to the inhabitants of one house, but from all three came an answering murmur.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_50": "\u201cWhat an abominable creature am I! and how is this innocent gentleman going to be abused by me! How little does he think, that having divorced a whore, he is throwing himself into the arms of another! that he is going to marry one that has lain with two brothers, and has had three children by her own brother! one that was born in Newgate, whose mother was a whore, and is now a transported thief! one that has lain with thirteen men, and has had a child since he saw me! Poor gentleman!\u201d said I, <|Q|>\u201cwhat is he going to do?\u201d<|Q|> After this reproaching myself was over, it following thus: \u201cWell, if I must be his wife, if it please God to give me grace, I\u2019ll be a true wife to him, and love him suitably to the strange excess of his passion for me; I will make him amends if possible, by what he shall see, for the cheats and abuses I put upon him, which he does not see.\u201d\n\nHe was impatient for my coming out of my chamber, but finding me long, he went downstairs and talked with my landlord about the parson.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_16": "\u201cLaws!\u201d said my friend under her breath. The exclamation was homely, but it revealed a real acceptance of my further proof of what, in the bad time \u2014 for there had been a worse even than this! \u2014 must have occurred. There could have been no such justification for me as the plain assent of her experience to whatever depth of depravity I found credible in our brace of scoundrels. It was in obvious submission of memory that she brought out after a moment: \u201cThey were rascals! But what can they now do?\u201d she pursued.\n\n\u201cDo?\u201d I echoed so loud that Miles and Flora, as they passed at their distance, paused an instant in their walk and looked at us. \u201cDon\u2019t they do enough?\u201d I demanded in a lower tone, while the children, having smiled and nodded and kissed hands to us, resumed their exhibition. We were held by it a minute; then I answered: <|Q|>\u201cThey can destroy them!\u201d<|Q|> At this my companion did turn, but the inquiry she launched was a silent one, the effect of which was to make me more explicit. \u201cThey don\u2019t know, as yet, quite how \u2014 but they\u2019re trying hard. They\u2019re seen only across, as it were, and beyond \u2014 in strange places and on high places, the top of towers, the roof of houses, the outside of windows, the further edge of pools; but there\u2019s a deep design, on either side, to shorten the distance and overcome the obstacle; and the success of the tempters is only a question of time. They\u2019ve only to keep to their suggestions of danger.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_14": "\u201cLaws!\u201d said my friend under her breath. The exclamation was homely, but it revealed a real acceptance of my further proof of what, in the bad time \u2014 for there had been a worse even than this! \u2014 must have occurred. There could have been no such justification for me as the plain assent of her experience to whatever depth of depravity I found credible in our brace of scoundrels. It was in obvious submission of memory that she brought out after a moment: <|Q|>\u201cThey were rascals! But what can they now do?\u201d<|Q|> she pursued.\n\n\u201cDo?\u201d I echoed so loud that Miles and Flora, as they passed at their distance, paused an instant in their walk and looked at us. \u201cDon\u2019t they do enough?\u201d I demanded in a lower tone, while the children, having smiled and nodded and kissed hands to us, resumed their exhibition. We were held by it a minute; then I answered: \u201cThey can destroy them!\u201d At this my companion did turn, but the inquiry she launched was a silent one, the effect of which was to make me more explicit.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_14": "Drawing from his pocket a pair of scissors, a razor and a mirror, he gave one to each of the old fairies, saying:\n\n<|Q|>'Though I may not give up my vengeance I accept your friendship, and therefore leave you these three tokens. If blood should appear on the face of either know that my life is in danger, and, in memory of our sworn brotherhood, come to my aid.'<|Q|>\n\n'We will come,' they answered. And the king mounted his horse and set out along the road they showed him.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_20": "\u201cI have found out a way how you shall be at a certainty that your child shall be used well, and yet the people that take care of it shall never know you, or who the mother of the child is.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh mother,\u201d says I, \u201cif you can do so, you will engage me to you for ever.\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d says she, \u201care you willing to be a some small annual expense, more than what we usually give to the people we contract with?\u201d \u201cAy,\u201d says I, <|Q|>\u201cwith all my heart, provided I may be concealed.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cAs to that,\u201d says the governess, \u201cyou shall be secure, for the nurse shall never so much as dare to inquire about you, and you shall once or twice a year go with me and see your child, and see how \u2019tis used, and be satisfied that it is in good hands, nobody knowing who you are.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy,\u201d said I, \u201cdo you think, mother, that when I come to see my child, I shall be able to conceal my being the mother of it? Do you think that possible?\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_56": "\u201d; so without any more words he brought them together. When he came to the minister, he asked him if he would venture to marry a couple of strangers that were both willing. The parson said that Mr. \u2014 \u2014 had said something to him of it; that he hoped it was no clandestine business; that he seemed to be a grave gentleman, and he supposed madam was not a girl, so that the consent of friends should be wanted. \u201cTo put you out of doubt of that,\u201d says my gentleman, \u201cread this paper\u201d; and out he pulls the license. \u201cI am satisfied,\u201d says the minister; <|Q|>\u201cwhere is the lady?\u201d<|Q|> \u201cYou shall see her presently,\u201d says my gentleman.\n\nWhen he had said thus he comes upstairs, and I was by that time come out of my room; so he tells me the minister was below, and that he had talked with him, and that upon showing him the license, he was free to marry us with all his heart, \u201cbut he asks to see you\u201d; so he asked if I would let him come up.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_17": "'Are you a bird or a snake that you can enter here?' asked the old man, awakening with a start. But the king answered that he was a mere mortal, and that he sought Zoulvisia.\n\n<|Q|>'Zoulvisia? The world's curse?'<|Q|> replied he, gnashing his teeth. 'Out of all the thousands she has slain I am the only one who has escaped, though why she spared me only to condemn me to this living death I cannot guess.'\n\n'Help me if you can,' said the king. And he told the old man his story, to which he listened intently.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_28": "\u201cVery well, I believe I shall.\u201d\n\nI was no sooner come back to the inn but he fell upon me with irresistible words, that since he had had the good fortune to meet me, and everything concurred, it would be hastening his felicity if I would put an end to the matter just there. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d says I, colouring a little. \u201cWhat, in an inn, and upon the road! Bless us all,\u201d said I, as if I had been surprised, <|Q|>\u201chow can you talk so?\u201d<|Q|> \u201cOh, I can talk so very well,\u201d says he, \u201cI came a-purpose to talk so, and I\u2019ll show you that I did\u201d; and with that he pulls out a great bundle of papers. \u201cYou fright me,\u201d said I; \u201cwhat are all these?\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t be frighted, my dear,\u201d said he, and kissed me. This was the first time that he had been so free to call me \u201cmy dear\u201d; then he repeated it, \u201cDon\u2019t be frighted; you shall see what it is al", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_30": "I was no sooner come back to the inn but he fell upon me with irresistible words, that since he had had the good fortune to meet me, and everything concurred, it would be hastening his felicity if I would put an end to the matter just there. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d says I, colouring a little. \u201cWhat, in an inn, and upon the road! Bless us all,\u201d said I, as if I had been surprised, \u201chow can you talk so?\u201d \u201cOh, I can talk so very well,\u201d says he, <|Q|>\u201cI came a-purpose to talk so, and I\u2019ll show you that I did\u201d<|Q|>; and with that he pulls out a great bundle of papers. \u201cYou fright me,\u201d said I; \u201cwhat are all these?\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t be frighted, my dear,\u201d said he, and kissed me. This was the first time that he had been so free to call me \u201cmy dear\u201d; then he repeated it, \u201cDon\u2019t be frighted; you shall see what it is all\u201d; then he laid them all abroad. There was first the deed or sentence of divorce from his wife, and the full evidence of her playing the whore; then there were the certificates of the minister and churchwardens of the parish where she lived, proving that she was buried, and intimating the manner of her death; the copy of the coroner\u2019s warrant for a jury to sit upon her, and the verdict of the jury, who brought it in Non compos mentis. All this was indeed to the purpose, and to give me satisfaction, though, by the way, I was not so scrupulous, had he known all, but that I might have taken him without it. However, I looked them all over as well as I could, and told him that this was all very clear indeed, but that he need not have given himself the trouble to have brought them out with him, for it was time enough. Well, he said, it might be time enough for me, but no time but the present time was time enough for him.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_63": "\u201cmy dear, he seemed to scruple whether it was not some young girl stolen from her parents, and I assured him we were both of age to command our own consent; and that made him ask to see you.\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d said I, \u201cdo as you please\u201d; so up they brings the parson, and a merry, good sort of gentleman he was. He had been told, it seems, that we had met there by accident, that I came in the Chester coach, and my gentleman in his own coach to meet me; that we were to have met last night at Stony-Stratford, but that he could not reach so far. <|Q|>\u201cWell, sir,\u201d<|Q|> says the parson, \u201cevery ill turn has some good in it. The disappointment, sir,\u201d says he to my gentleman, \u201cwas yours, and the good turn is mine, for if you had met at Stony-Stratford I had not had the honour to marry you. Landlord, have you a Common Prayer Book?\u201d\n\nI started as if I had been frightened. \u201cLord, sir,\u201d says I, \u201cwhat do you mean? What, to marry in an inn, and at night too", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_64": "\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d said I, \u201cdo as you please\u201d; so up they brings the parson, and a merry, good sort of gentleman he was. He had been told, it seems, that we had met there by accident, that I came in the Chester coach, and my gentleman in his own coach to meet me; that we were to have met last night at Stony-Stratford, but that he could not reach so far. \u201cWell, sir,\u201d says the parson, <|Q|>\u201cevery ill turn has some good in it. The disappointment, sir,\u201d<|Q|> says he to my gentleman, \u201cwas yours, and the good turn is mine, for if you had met at Stony-Stratford I had not had the honour to marry you. Landlord, have you a Common Prayer Book?\u201d\n\nI started as if I had been frightened. \u201cLord, sir,\u201d says I, \u201cwhat do you mean? What, to marry in an inn, and at night too?\u201d \u201cMadam,\u201d says the minister, \u201cif you will have it be in the church, you shall; but I assure you your marriage will be as firm here as in the church; we are not tied by the canons to marry nowhere but in the church; and if you will have it in the church, it will be a public as a county fair; and as for the time of day, it does not at all weigh in this case; our princes are married in their chambers, and at eight or ten o\u2019clock at night.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_25": "* * * * *\n\n<|Q|>'I have finished with hunting, and with riding about my lands,'<|Q|> said Zoulvisia, the day that they were married. 'The care of providing for us all belongs henceforth to you.' And turning to her attendants, she bade them bring the horse of fire before her.\n\n'This is your master, O my steed of flame,' cried she; 'and you will serve him as you have served me.' And kissing him between his eyes, she placed the bridle in the hand of her husband.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_66": "\u201d; so up they brings the parson, and a merry, good sort of gentleman he was. He had been told, it seems, that we had met there by accident, that I came in the Chester coach, and my gentleman in his own coach to meet me; that we were to have met last night at Stony-Stratford, but that he could not reach so far. \u201cWell, sir,\u201d says the parson, \u201cevery ill turn has some good in it. The disappointment, sir,\u201d says he to my gentleman, \u201cwas yours, and the good turn is mine, for if you had met at Stony-Stratford I had not had the honour to marry you. Landlord, have you a Common Prayer Book?\u201d\n\nI started as if I had been frightened. <|Q|>\u201cLord, sir,\u201d<|Q|> says I, \u201cwhat do you mean? What, to marry in an inn, and at night too?\u201d \u201cMadam,\u201d says the minister, \u201cif you will have it be in the church, you shall; but I assure you your marriage will be as firm here as in the church; we are not tied by the canons to marry nowhere but in the church; and if you will have it in the church, it will be a public as a county fair; and as for the time of day, it does not at all weigh in this case; our princes are married in their chambers, and at eight or ten o\u2019clock at night.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_26": "* * * * *\n\n'I have finished with hunting, and with riding about my lands,' said Zoulvisia, the day that they were married. <|Q|>'The care of providing for us all belongs henceforth to you.'<|Q|> And turning to her attendants, she bade them bring the horse of fire before her.\n\n'This is your master, O my steed of flame,' cried she; 'and you will serve him as you have served me.' And kissing him between his eyes, she placed the bridle in the hand of her husband.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_4": "\u201cthey\u2019re talking of them \u2014 they\u2019re talking horrors! I go on, I know, as if I were crazy; and it\u2019s a wonder I\u2019m not. What I\u2019ve seen would have made you so; but it has only made me more lucid, made me get hold of still other things.\u201d\n\nMy lucidity must have seemed awful, but the charming creatures who were victims of it, passing and repassing in their interlocked sweetness, gave my colleague something to hold on by; and I felt how tight she held as, without stirring in the breath of my passion, she covered them still with her eyes. <|Q|>\u201cOf what other things have you got hold?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, of the very things that have delighted, fascinated, and yet, at bottom, as I now so strangely see, mystified and troubled me. Their more than earthly beauty, their absolutely unnatural goodness. It\u2019s a game,\u201d I went on; \u201cit\u2019s a policy and a fraud!\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_0": "And so it happened to the other five, but when the youngest became king, and he also proclaimed a hunt in the mountain, a loud lament was raised in the city.\n\n<|Q|>'Who will reign over us when you are dead? For dead you surely will be,'<|Q|> cried they. 'Stay with us, and we will make you happy.' And for a while he listened to their prayers, and the land grew rich and prosperous under his rule. But in a few years the restless fit again took possession of him, and this time he would hear nothing. Hunt in that forest he would, and calling his friends and attendants round him, he set out one morning across the desert.\n\nThey were riding through a rocky valley, when a deer sprang up in front of them and bounded away. The king instantly gave chase, followed by his attendants; but the animal ran so swiftly that they never could get up to it, and at length it vanished in the depths of the forest.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_43": "\u201cI guess what it is; I think you are mad.\u201d \u201cI should have been mad if I had done less,\u201d says he, and still he did not show me, and I had a great mind to see it; so I says, \u201cWell, but let me see it.\u201d \u201cHold,\u201d says he, \u201cfirst look here\u201d; then he took up the roll again and read it, and behold! it was a licence for us to be married. \u201cWhy,\u201d says I, <|Q|>\u201care you distracted? Why, you were fully satisfied that I would comply and yield at first word, or resolved to take no denial.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cThe last is certainly the case,\u201d said he. \u201cBut you may be mistaken,\u201d said I. \u201cNo, no,\u201d says he, \u201chow can you think so? I must not be denied, I can\u2019t be denied\u201d; and with that he fell to kissing me so violently, I could not get rid of him.\n\nThere was a bed in the room, and we were walking to and again, eager in the discourse; at last he takes me by surprise in his arms, and threw me on the bed and himself with me, and holding me fast in his arms, but without the least offer of any indecency, courted me to consent with such repeated entreaties and arguments, protesting his affection, and vowing he would not let me go till I had promised him, that at last I said,", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_2": "By-and-by, however, it began to grow dark, and he thought that the moment had arrived for them to start for the palace. So, leaving the forest with a sigh, he made his way down to the tents, but what was his horror to find his men lying about, some dead, some dying. These were past speech, but speech was needless. It was as clear as day that the wine they had drunk contained deadly poison.\n\n<|Q|>'I am too late to help you, my poor friends,'<|Q|> he said, gazing at them sadly; 'but at least I can avenge you! Those that have set the snare will certainly return to see to its working. I will hide myself somewhere, and discover who they are!'\n\nNear the spot where he stood he noticed a large walnut tree, and into this he climbed. Night soon fell, and nothing broke the stillness of the place; but with the earliest glimpse of dawn a noise of galloping hoofs was heard.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_30": "All that day she floated, and all the next night, and towards sunset the following evening she found herself close to Zoulvisia's garden, just at the moment that the king, on the horse of flame, was returning from hunting.\n\n'Who are you?' he asked in surprise; for old women travelling on rafts were not common in that country. <|Q|>'Who are you, and why have you come here?'<|Q|>\n\n'I am a poor pilgrim, my son,' answered she, 'and having missed the caravan, I have wandered foodless for many days through the desert, till at length I reached the river. There I found this tiny raft, and to it I committed myself, not knowing if I should live or die. But since you have found me, give me, I pray you, bread to eat, and let me lie this night by the dog who guards your door!'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_31": "'Who are you?' he asked in surprise; for old women travelling on rafts were not common in that country. 'Who are you, and why have you come here?'\n\n<|Q|>'I am a poor pilgrim, my son,'<|Q|> answered she, 'and having missed the caravan, I have wandered foodless for many days through the desert, till at length I reached the river. There I found this tiny raft, and to it I committed myself, not knowing if I should live or die. But since you have found me, give me, I pray you, bread to eat, and let me lie this night by the dog who guards your door!'\n\nThis piteous tale touched the heart of the young man, and he promised that he would bring her food, and that she should pass the night in his palace.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_34": "This piteous tale touched the heart of the young man, and he promised that he would bring her food, and that she should pass the night in his palace.\n\n'But mount behind me, good woman,' cried he, <|Q|>'for you have walked far, and it is still a long way to the palace.'<|Q|> And as he spoke he bent down to help her, but the horse swerved on one side.\n\nAnd so it happened twice and thrice, and the old witch guessed the reason, though the king did not.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_4": "Having made these arrangements he strolled slowly through the forest, but great was his surprise to come upon a beautiful horse hidden in the depths of a thicket.\n\n<|Q|>'There was a horse for every dead man,'<|Q|> he said to himself. 'Then whose is this?'\n\n'Mine!' answered a voice from a walnut tree close by. 'Who are you that lure men into your power and then poison them? But you shall do so no longer. Return to your house, wherever it may be, and we will fight before it!'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_6": "'There was a horse for every dead man,' he said to himself. 'Then whose is this?'\n\n'Mine!' answered a voice from a walnut tree close by. <|Q|>'Who are you that lure men into your power and then poison them? But you shall do so no longer. Return to your house, wherever it may be, and we will fight before it!'<|Q|>\n\nThe cavalier remained speechless with anger at these words; then with a great effort he replied:", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_38": "Now the old woman was very cunning, and kept the maidens awake half the night with all kinds of strange stories. Indeed, the next morning, while they were dressing their mistress, one of them suddenly broke into a laugh, in which the others joined her.\n\n<|Q|>'What is the matter with you?'<|Q|> asked Zoulvisia. And the maid answered that she was thinking of a droll adventure told them the evening before by the new-comer.\n\n'And, oh, madam!' cried the girl, 'it may be that she is a witch, as they say; but I am sure she never would work a spell to harm a fly! And as for her tales, they would pass many a dull hour for you, when my lord was absent!'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_7": "The cavalier remained speechless with anger at these words; then with a great effort he replied:\n\n<|Q|>'I accept your challenge. Mount and follow me. I am Zoulvisia.'<|Q|> And, springing on his horse, he was out of sight so quickly that the king had only time to notice that light seemed to flow from himself and his steed, and that the hair under his helmet was like liquid gold.\n\nClearly, the cavalier was a woman. But who could she be? Was she queen of all the queens? Or was she chief of a band of robbers? She was neither: only a beautiful maiden.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_39": "'What is the matter with you?' asked Zoulvisia. And the maid answered that she was thinking of a droll adventure told them the evening before by the new-comer.\n\n<|Q|>'And, oh, madam!'<|Q|> cried the girl, 'it may be that she is a witch, as they say; but I am sure she never would work a spell to harm a fly! And as for her tales, they would pass many a dull hour for you, when my lord was absent!'\n\nSo, in an evil hour, Zoulvisia consented that the crone should be brought to her, and from that moment the two were hardly ever apart.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_41": "One day the witch began to talk about the young king, and to declare that in all the lands she had visited she had seen none like him.\n\n<|Q|>'It was so clever of him to guess your secret so as to win your heart,'<|Q|> said she. 'And of course he told you his, in return?'\n\n'No, I don't think he has got any,' returned Zoulvisia.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_11": "He had only spoken to the inhabitants of one house, but from all three came an answering murmur.\n\n<|Q|>'What a pity we did not know! Twice this day has she passed our door, and we might have kept her prisoner.'<|Q|>\n\nBut though their words were brave their hearts were not, for the mere thought of Zoulvisia made them tremble.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_13": "But though their words were brave their hearts were not, for the mere thought of Zoulvisia made them tremble.\n\n'Forget Zoulvisia, and stay with us,' they all said, holding out their hands; <|Q|>'you shall be our big brother, and we will be your little brothers.'<|Q|> But the king would not.\n\nDrawing from his pocket a pair of scissors, a razor and a mirror, he gave one to each of the old fairies, saying:", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_44": "'No, I don't think he has got any,' returned Zoulvisia.\n\n<|Q|>'Not got any secrets?'<|Q|> cried the old woman scornfully. 'That is nonsense! Every man has a secret, which he always tells to the woman he loves. And if he has not told it to you, it is that he does not love you!'\n\n[Illustration: THE WITCH AND HER SNAKES]", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_12": "But though their words were brave their hearts were not, for the mere thought of Zoulvisia made them tremble.\n\n<|Q|>'Forget Zoulvisia, and stay with us,'<|Q|> they all said, holding out their hands; 'you shall be our big brother, and we will be your little brothers.' But the king would not.\n\nDrawing from his pocket a pair of scissors, a razor and a mirror, he gave one to each of the old fairies, saying:", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_45": "'No, I don't think he has got any,' returned Zoulvisia.\n\n'Not got any secrets?' cried the old woman scornfully. <|Q|>'That is nonsense! Every man has a secret, which he always tells to the woman he loves. And if he has not told it to you, it is that he does not love you!'<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration: THE WITCH AND HER SNAKES]", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_21": "\u201cAnd perish in the attempt!\u201d Mrs. Grose slowly got up, and I scrupulously added: \u201cUnless, of course, we can prevent!\u201d\n\nStanding there before me while I kept my seat, she visibly turned things over. <|Q|>\u201cTheir uncle must do the preventing. He must take them away.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd who\u2019s to make him?\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_16": "'Perhaps he may be able to give me some counsel,' thought the king; and, with some difficulty, he scrambled into the pit and laid his hand on the shoulder of the sleeper.\n\n<|Q|>'Are you a bird or a snake that you can enter here?'<|Q|> asked the old man, awakening with a start. But the king answered that he was a mere mortal, and that he sought Zoulvisia.\n\n'Zoulvisia? The world's curse?' replied he, gnashing his teeth. 'Out of all the thousands she has slain I am the only one who has escaped, though why she spared me only to condemn me to this living death I cannot guess.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_18": "'Are you a bird or a snake that you can enter here?' asked the old man, awakening with a start. But the king answered that he was a mere mortal, and that he sought Zoulvisia.\n\n'Zoulvisia? The world's curse?' replied he, gnashing his teeth. <|Q|>'Out of all the thousands she has slain I am the only one who has escaped, though why she spared me only to condemn me to this living death I cannot guess.'<|Q|>\n\n'Help me if you can,' said the king. And he told the old man his story, to which he listened intently.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_22": "Word for word the king did as the old man had bidden him, and when he stepped forth from the cave, their eyes met.\n\n<|Q|>'You have conquered me,'<|Q|> said Zoulvisia, 'and are worthy to be my husband, for you are the first man who has not died at the sound of my voice!' And letting down her golden hair, she drew up the king to the summit of the tower as with a rope. Then she led him into the hall of audience, and presented him to her household.\n\n'Ask of me what you will, and I will grant it to you,' whispered Zoulvisia with a smile, as they sat together on a mossy bank by the stream. And the king prayed her to set free the old man to whom he owed his life, and to send him back to his own country.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_50": "The servants greeted them eagerly, ready to pour forth all they knew, but that was not much; only that the sabre had vanished, none knew where. The new-comers passed the whole of the day in searching for it, but it could not be found, and when night closed in, they were very tired and hungry. But how were they to get food? The king had not hunted that day, and there was nothing for them to eat. The little men were in despair, when a ray of the moon suddenly lit up the river beneath the walls.\n\n<|Q|>'How stupid! Of course there are fish to catch,'<|Q|> cried they; and running down to the bank they soon succeeded in landing some fine fish, which they cooked on the spot. Then they felt better, and began to look about them.\n\nFurther out, in the middle of the stream, there was a strange splashing, and by-and-by the body of a huge fish appeared, turning and twisting as if in pain. The eyes of all the brothers were fixed on the spot, when the fish leapt in the air, and a bright gleam flashed through the night. 'The sabre!' they shouted, and plunged into the stream, and with a sharp tug, pulled out the sword, while the fish lay on the water, exhausted by its struggles. Swimming back with the sabre to land, they carefully dried it in their coats, and then carried it to the palace and placed it on the king's pillow. In an instant colour came back to the waxen face, and the hollow cheeks filled out. The king sat up, and opening his eyes he said:", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_53": "'Where is Zoulvisia?'\n\n'That is what we do not know,' answered the little men; <|Q|>'but now that you are saved you will soon find out.'<|Q|> And they told him what had happened since Zoulvisia had betrayed his secret to the witch.\n\n'Let me go to my horse,' was all he said. But when he entered the stable he could have wept at the sight of his favourite steed, which was nearly in as sad a plight as his master had been. Languidly he turned his head as the door swung back on its hinges, but when he beheld the king he rose up, and rubbed his head against him.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_23": "Word for word the king did as the old man had bidden him, and when he stepped forth from the cave, their eyes met.\n\n'You have conquered me,' said Zoulvisia, <|Q|>'and are worthy to be my husband, for you are the first man who has not died at the sound of my voice!'<|Q|> And letting down her golden hair, she drew up the king to the summit of the tower as with a rope. Then she led him into the hall of audience, and presented him to her household.\n\n'Ask of me what you will, and I will grant it to you,' whispered Zoulvisia with a smile, as they sat together on a mossy bank by the stream. And the king prayed her to set free the old man to whom he owed his life, and to send him back to his own country.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_24": "'You have conquered me,' said Zoulvisia, 'and are worthy to be my husband, for you are the first man who has not died at the sound of my voice!' And letting down her golden hair, she drew up the king to the summit of the tower as with a rope. Then she led him into the hall of audience, and presented him to her household.\n\n<|Q|>'Ask of me what you will, and I will grant it to you,'<|Q|> whispered Zoulvisia with a smile, as they sat together on a mossy bank by the stream. And the king prayed her to set free the old man to whom he owed his life, and to send him back to his own country.\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_34": "\u201chow can you talk so?\u201d \u201cOh, I can talk so very well,\u201d says he, \u201cI came a-purpose to talk so, and I\u2019ll show you that I did\u201d; and with that he pulls out a great bundle of papers. \u201cYou fright me,\u201d said I; \u201cwhat are all these?\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t be frighted, my dear,\u201d said he, and kissed me. This was the first time that he had been so free to call me \u201cmy dear\u201d; then he repeated it, <|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t be frighted; you shall see what it is all\u201d<|Q|>; then he laid them all abroad. There was first the deed or sentence of divorce from his wife, and the full evidence of her playing the whore; then there were the certificates of the minister and churchwardens of the parish where she lived, proving that she was buried, and intimating the manner of her death; the copy of the coroner\u2019s warrant for a jury to sit upon her, and the verdict of the jury, who brought it in Non compos mentis. All this was indeed to the purpose, and to give me satisfaction, though, by the way, I was not so scrupulous, had he known all, but that I might have taken him without it. However, I looked them all over as well as I could, and told him that this was all very clear indeed, but that he need not have given himself the trouble to have brought them out with him, for it was time enough. Well, he said, it might be time enough for me, but no time but the present time was time enough for him.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_56": "He drank it eagerly, for he was very thirsty, and then laying down the bowl, began to talk to the woman, who was delighted to have someone to listen to her conversation.\n\n<|Q|>'You are in luck to have passed this way just now,'<|Q|> said she, 'for in five days the king holds his wedding banquet. Ah! but the bride is unwilling, for all her blue eyes and her golden hair! And she keeps by her side a cup of poison, and declares that she will swallow it rather than become his wife. Yet he is a handsome man too, and a proper husband for her -- more than she could have looked for, having come no one knows whither, and bought from a witch -- -- '\n\nThe king started. Had he found her after all? His heart beat violently, as if it would choke him; but he gasped out:", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_28": "'I have finished with hunting, and with riding about my lands,' said Zoulvisia, the day that they were married. 'The care of providing for us all belongs henceforth to you.' And turning to her attendants, she bade them bring the horse of fire before her.\n\n'This is your master, O my steed of flame,' cried she; <|Q|>'and you will serve him as you have served me.'<|Q|> And kissing him between his eyes, she placed the bridle in the hand of her husband.\n\nThe horse looked for a moment at the young man, and then bent his head, while the king patted his neck and smoothed his tail, till they felt themselves old friends. After this he mounted to do Zoulvisia's bidding, but before he started she gave him a case of pearls containing one of her hairs, which he tucked into the breast of his coat.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_27": "'I have finished with hunting, and with riding about my lands,' said Zoulvisia, the day that they were married. 'The care of providing for us all belongs henceforth to you.' And turning to her attendants, she bade them bring the horse of fire before her.\n\n<|Q|>'This is your master, O my steed of flame,'<|Q|> cried she; 'and you will serve him as you have served me.' And kissing him between his eyes, she placed the bridle in the hand of her husband.\n\nThe horse looked for a moment at the young man, and then bent his head, while the king patted his neck and smoothed his tail, till they felt themselves old friends. After this he mounted to do Zoulvisia's bidding, but before he started she gave him a case of pearls containing one of her hairs, which he tucked into the breast of his coat.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_58": "'Is her name Zoulvisia?'\n\n<|Q|>'Ay, so she says, though the old witch -- -- But what ails you?'<|Q|> she broke off, as the young man sprang to his feet and seized her wrists.\n\n'Listen to me,' he said. 'Can you keep a secret?'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_6": "My lucidity must have seemed awful, but the charming creatures who were victims of it, passing and repassing in their interlocked sweetness, gave my colleague something to hold on by; and I felt how tight she held as, without stirring in the breath of my passion, she covered them still with her eyes. \u201cOf what other things have you got hold?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, of the very things that have delighted, fascinated, and yet, at bottom, as I now so strangely see, mystified and troubled me. Their more than earthly beauty, their absolutely unnatural goodness. It\u2019s a game,\u201d I went on; <|Q|>\u201cit\u2019s a policy and a fraud!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOn the part of little darlings \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_62": "'Oh, you shall be paid, never fear -- as much as your heart can desire! Here is a handful of gold: you shall have as much again if you will do my bidding.' The old crone nodded her head.\n\n<|Q|>'Then go and buy a dress such as ladies wear at court, and manage to get admitted into the palace, and into the presence of Zoulvisia. When there, show her this ring, and after that she will tell you what to do.'<|Q|>\n\nSo the old woman set off, and clothed herself in a garment of yellow silk, and wrapped a veil closely round her head. In this dress she walked boldly up the palace steps behind some merchants whom the king had sent for to bring presents for Zoulvisia.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_33": "This piteous tale touched the heart of the young man, and he promised that he would bring her food, and that she should pass the night in his palace.\n\n<|Q|>'But mount behind me, good woman,'<|Q|> cried he, 'for you have walked far, and it is still a long way to the palace.' And as he spoke he bent down to help her, but the horse swerved on one side.\n\nAnd so it happened twice and thrice, and the old witch guessed the reason, though the king did not.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_5": "Having made these arrangements he strolled slowly through the forest, but great was his surprise to come upon a beautiful horse hidden in the depths of a thicket.\n\n'There was a horse for every dead man,' he said to himself. <|Q|>'Then whose is this?'<|Q|>\n\n'Mine!' answered a voice from a walnut tree close by. 'Who are you that lure men into your power and then poison them? But you shall do so no longer. Return to your house, wherever it may be, and we will fight before it!'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_35": "And so it happened twice and thrice, and the old witch guessed the reason, though the king did not.\n\n<|Q|>'I fear to fall off,'<|Q|> said she; 'but as your kind heart pities my sorrows, ride slowly, and lame as I am, I think I can manage to keep up.'\n\nAt the door he bade the witch to rest herself, and he would fetch her all she needed. But Zoulvisia his wife grew pale when she heard whom he had brought, and besought him to feed the old woman and send her away, as she would cause mischief to befall them.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_36": "And so it happened twice and thrice, and the old witch guessed the reason, though the king did not.\n\n'I fear to fall off,' said she; <|Q|>'but as your kind heart pities my sorrows, ride slowly, and lame as I am, I think I can manage to keep up.'<|Q|>\n\nAt the door he bade the witch to rest herself, and he would fetch her all she needed. But Zoulvisia his wife grew pale when she heard whom he had brought, and besought him to feed the old woman and send her away, as she would cause mischief to befall them.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_64": "'Grandmother,' asked Zoulvisia, as soon as the door was safely shut, 'where is the owner of this ring?'\n\n<|Q|>'In my cottage,'<|Q|> answered the old woman, 'waiting for orders from you.'\n\n'Tell him to remain there for three days; and now go to the king of this country, and say that you have succeeded in bringing me to reason. Then he will let me alone and will cease to watch me. On the third day from this I shall be wandering about the garden near the river, and there your guest will find me. The rest concerns myself only.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_8": "Clearly, the cavalier was a woman. But who could she be? Was she queen of all the queens? Or was she chief of a band of robbers? She was neither: only a beautiful maiden.\n\n[Illustration: <|Q|>'I ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE. MOUNT AND FOLLOW ME. I AM ZOULVISIA.'<|Q|>]\n\nWrapped in these reflections, he remained standing beneath the walnut tree, long after horse and rider had vanished from sight. Then he awoke with a start, to remember that he must find the way to the house of his enemy, though where it was he had no notion. However, he took the path down which the rider had come, and walked along it for many hours till he came to three huts side by side, in each of which lived an old fairy and her sons.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_15": "\u201cLaws!\u201d said my friend under her breath. The exclamation was homely, but it revealed a real acceptance of my further proof of what, in the bad time \u2014 for there had been a worse even than this! \u2014 must have occurred. There could have been no such justification for me as the plain assent of her experience to whatever depth of depravity I found credible in our brace of scoundrels. It was in obvious submission of memory that she brought out after a moment: \u201cThey were rascals! But what can they now do?\u201d she pursued.\n\n\u201cDo?\u201d I echoed so loud that Miles and Flora, as they passed at their distance, paused an instant in their walk and looked at us. <|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t they do enough?\u201d<|Q|> I demanded in a lower tone, while the children, having smiled and nodded and kissed hands to us, resumed their exhibition. We were held by it a minute; then I answered: \u201cThey can destroy them!\u201d At this my companion did turn, but the inquiry she launched was a silent one, the effect of which was to make me more explicit. \u201cThey don\u2019t know, as yet, quite how \u2014 but they\u2019re trying hard. They\u2019re seen only across, as it were, and beyond \u2014 in strange places and on high places, the top of towers, the roof of houses, the outside of windows, the further edge of pools; but there\u2019s a deep design, on either side, to shorten the distance and overcome the obstacle; and the success of the tempters is only a question of time. They\u2019ve only to keep to their suggestions of danger.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_10": "The poor king was by this time so tired and hungry that he could hardly speak, but when he had drunk some milk, and rested a little, he was able to reply to the questions they eagerly put to him.\n\n'I am going to seek Zoulvisia,' said he, <|Q|>'she has slain my brothers and many of my subjects, and I mean to avenge them.'<|Q|>\n\nHe had only spoken to the inhabitants of one house, but from all three came an answering murmur.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_40": "'What is the matter with you?' asked Zoulvisia. And the maid answered that she was thinking of a droll adventure told them the evening before by the new-comer.\n\n'And, oh, madam!' cried the girl, <|Q|>'it may be that she is a witch, as they say; but I am sure she never would work a spell to harm a fly! And as for her tales, they would pass many a dull hour for you, when my lord was absent!'<|Q|>\n\nSo, in an evil hour, Zoulvisia consented that the crone should be brought to her, and from that moment the two were hardly ever apart.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_43": "'It was so clever of him to guess your secret so as to win your heart,' said she. 'And of course he told you his, in return?'\n\n<|Q|>'No, I don't think he has got any,'<|Q|> returned Zoulvisia.\n\n'Not got any secrets?' cried the old woman scornfully. 'That is nonsense! Every man has a secret, which he always tells to the woman he loves. And if he has not told it to you, it is that he does not love you!'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_42": "One day the witch began to talk about the young king, and to declare that in all the lands she had visited she had seen none like him.\n\n'It was so clever of him to guess your secret so as to win your heart,' said she. <|Q|>'And of course he told you his, in return?'<|Q|>\n\n'No, I don't think he has got any,' returned Zoulvisia.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_15": "By the light of the moon he presently perceived a splendid palace, but, though he rode twice round it, he could find no door. He was considering what he should do next, when he heard the sound of loud snoring, which seemed to come from his feet. Looking down, he beheld an old man lying at the bottom of a deep pit, just outside the walls, with a lantern by his side.\n\n<|Q|>'Perhaps he may be able to give me some counsel,'<|Q|> thought the king; and, with some difficulty, he scrambled into the pit and laid his hand on the shoulder of the sleeper.\n\n'Are you a bird or a snake that you can enter here?' asked the old man, awakening with a start. But the king answered that he was a mere mortal, and that he sought Zoulvisia.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_14_defoe_64kb_57": "\u201d; so without any more words he brought them together. When he came to the minister, he asked him if he would venture to marry a couple of strangers that were both willing. The parson said that Mr. \u2014 \u2014 had said something to him of it; that he hoped it was no clandestine business; that he seemed to be a grave gentleman, and he supposed madam was not a girl, so that the consent of friends should be wanted. \u201cTo put you out of doubt of that,\u201d says my gentleman, \u201cread this paper\u201d; and out he pulls the license. \u201cI am satisfied,\u201d says the minister; \u201cwhere is the lady?\u201d <|Q|>\u201cYou shall see her presently,\u201d<|Q|> says my gentleman.\n\nWhen he had said thus he comes upstairs, and I was by that time come out of my room; so he tells me the minister was below, and that he had talked with him, and that upon showing him the license, he was free to marry us with all his heart, \u201cbut he asks to see you\u201d; so he asked if I would let him come up.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_47": "Suddenly a shriek broke from those who stood hindmost, and in strode the witch, with serpents round her neck and arms and hair. At a sign from her they flung themselves with a hiss upon the maidens, whose flesh was pierced with their poisonous fangs. Then turning to Zoulvisia, she said:\n\n<|Q|>'I give you your choice -- will you come with me, or shall the serpents slay you also?'<|Q|> And as the terrified girl stared at her, unable to utter one word, she seized her by the arm and led her to the place where the raft was hidden among the rushes. When they were both on board she took the oars, and they floated down the stream till they had reached the neighbouring country, where Zoulvisia was sold for a sack of gold to the king.\n\nNow, since the young man had entered the three huts on his way through the forest, not a morning had passed without the sons of the three fairies examining the scissors, the razor and the mirror, which the young king had left them. Hitherto the surfaces of all three things had been bright and undimmed, but on this particular morning, when they took them out as usual, drops of blood stood on the razor and the scissors, while the little mirror was clouded over.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_46": "These words troubled Zoulvisia mightily, though she would not confess it to the witch. But the next time she found herself alone with her husband, she began to coax him to tell her in what lay the secret of his strength. For a long while he put her off with caresses, but when she would be no longer denied, he answered:\n\n<|Q|>'It is my sabre that gives me strength, and day and night it lies by my side. But now that I have told you, swear upon this ring, that I will give you in exchange for yours, that you will reveal it to nobody.'<|Q|> And Zoulvisia swore; and instantly hastened to betray the great news to the old woman.\n\nFour nights later, when all the world was asleep, the witch softly crept into the king's chamber and took the sabre from his side as he lay sleeping. Then, opening her lattice, she flew on to the terrace and dropped the sword into the river.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_48": "Now, since the young man had entered the three huts on his way through the forest, not a morning had passed without the sons of the three fairies examining the scissors, the razor and the mirror, which the young king had left them. Hitherto the surfaces of all three things had been bright and undimmed, but on this particular morning, when they took them out as usual, drops of blood stood on the razor and the scissors, while the little mirror was clouded over.\n\n<|Q|>'Something terrible must have happened to our little brother,'<|Q|> they whispered to each other, with awestruck faces; 'we must hasten to his rescue ere it be too late.' And putting on their magic slippers they started for the palace.\n\nThe servants greeted them eagerly, ready to pour forth all they knew, but that was not much; only that the sabre had vanished, none knew where. The new-comers passed the whole of the day in searching for it, but it could not be found, and when night closed in, they were very tired and hungry. But how were they to get food? The king had not hunted that day, and there was nothing for them to eat. The little men were in despair, when a ray of the moon suddenly lit up the river beneath the walls.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_49": "Now, since the young man had entered the three huts on his way through the forest, not a morning had passed without the sons of the three fairies examining the scissors, the razor and the mirror, which the young king had left them. Hitherto the surfaces of all three things had been bright and undimmed, but on this particular morning, when they took them out as usual, drops of blood stood on the razor and the scissors, while the little mirror was clouded over.\n\n'Something terrible must have happened to our little brother,' they whispered to each other, with awestruck faces; <|Q|>'we must hasten to his rescue ere it be too late.'<|Q|> And putting on their magic slippers they started for the palace.\n\nThe servants greeted them eagerly, ready to pour forth all they knew, but that was not much; only that the sabre had vanished, none knew where. The new-comers passed the whole of the day in searching for it, but it could not be found, and when night closed in, they were very tired and hungry. But how were they to get food? The king had not hunted that day, and there was nothing for them to eat. The little men were in despair, when a ray of the moon suddenly lit up the river beneath the walls.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_19": "'Zoulvisia? The world's curse?' replied he, gnashing his teeth. 'Out of all the thousands she has slain I am the only one who has escaped, though why she spared me only to condemn me to this living death I cannot guess.'\n\n<|Q|>'Help me if you can,'<|Q|> said the king. And he told the old man his story, to which he listened intently.\n\n'Take heed then to my counsel,' answered the old man. 'Know that every day at sunrise Zoulvisia dresses herself in her jacket of pearls, and mounts the steps of her crystal watch-tower. From there she can see all over her lands, and behold the entrance of either man or demon. If so much as one is detected she utters such fearful cries that those who hear her die of fright. But hide yourself in a cave that lies near the foot of the tower, and plant a forked stick in front of it; then, when she has uttered her third cry, go forth boldly, and look up at the tower. And go without fear, for you will have broken her power.'", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_16": "\u201cYou have been busy. Bartley, if I\u2019d had my choice of all possible places in which to spend Christmas, your house would certainly be the place I\u2019d have chosen. Happy people do a great deal for their friends. A house like this throws its warmth out. I felt it distinctly as I was coming through the Berkshires. I could scarcely believe that I was to see Mrs. Bartley again so soon.\u201d\n\n\u201cThank you, Wilson. She\u2019ll be as glad to see you. Shall we have tea now? I\u2019ll ring for Thomas to clear away this litter. Winifred says I always wreck the house when I try to do anything. Do you know, I am quite tired. Looks as if I were not used to work, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d Alexander laughed and dropped into a chair. <|Q|>\u201cYou know, I\u2019m sailing the day after New Year\u2019s.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAgain? Why, you\u2019ve been over twice since I was here in the spring, haven\u2019t you?\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_52": "'Where is Zoulvisia?'\n\n<|Q|>'That is what we do not know,'<|Q|> answered the little men; 'but now that you are saved you will soon find out.' And they told him what had happened since Zoulvisia had betrayed his secret to the witch.\n\n'Let me go to my horse,' was all he said. But when he entered the stable he could have wept at the sight of his favourite steed, which was nearly in as sad a plight as his master had been. Languidly he turned his head as the door swung back on its hinges, but when he beheld the king he rose up, and rubbed his head against him.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_20": "'Help me if you can,' said the king. And he told the old man his story, to which he listened intently.\n\n<|Q|>'Take heed then to my counsel,'<|Q|> answered the old man. 'Know that every day at sunrise Zoulvisia dresses herself in her jacket of pearls, and mounts the steps of her crystal watch-tower. From there she can see all over her lands, and behold the entrance of either man or demon. If so much as one is detected she utters such fearful cries that those who hear her die of fright. But hide yourself in a cave that lies near the foot of the tower, and plant a forked stick in front of it; then, when she has uttered her third cry, go forth boldly, and look up at the tower. And go without fear, for you will have broken her power.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_54": "'That is what we do not know,' answered the little men; 'but now that you are saved you will soon find out.' And they told him what had happened since Zoulvisia had betrayed his secret to the witch.\n\n<|Q|>'Let me go to my horse,'<|Q|> was all he said. But when he entered the stable he could have wept at the sight of his favourite steed, which was nearly in as sad a plight as his master had been. Languidly he turned his head as the door swung back on its hinges, but when he beheld the king he rose up, and rubbed his head against him.\n\n'Oh, my poor horse! How much cleverer were you than I! If I had acted like you I should never have lost Zoulvisia; but we will seek her together, you and I.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_55": "'Let me go to my horse,' was all he said. But when he entered the stable he could have wept at the sight of his favourite steed, which was nearly in as sad a plight as his master had been. Languidly he turned his head as the door swung back on its hinges, but when he beheld the king he rose up, and rubbed his head against him.\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, my poor horse! How much cleverer were you than I! If I had acted like you I should never have lost Zoulvisia; but we will seek her together, you and I.'<|Q|>\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_1": "XII\n\nThe particular impression I had received proved in the morning light, I repeat, not quite successfully presentable to Mrs. Grose, though I reinforced it with the mention of still another remark that he had made before we separated. \u201cIt all lies in half a dozen words,\u201d I said to her, <|Q|>\u201cwords that really settle the matter. \u2018Think, you know, what I might do!\u2019 He threw that off to show me how good he is. He knows down to the ground what he \u2018might\u2019 do. That\u2019s what he gave them a taste of at school.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cLord, you do change!\u201d cried my friend.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_57": "The king started. Had he found her after all? His heart beat violently, as if it would choke him; but he gasped out:\n\n<|Q|>'Is her name Zoulvisia?'<|Q|>\n\n'Ay, so she says, though the old witch -- -- But what ails you?' she broke off, as the young man sprang to his feet and seized her wrists.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_29": "Of course the chamberlain gladly gave her what she asked, and in return she informed him that the case and the hair belonged to Zoulvisia.\n\n<|Q|>'Bring her hither, old crone, and you shall have gold enough to stand up in,'<|Q|> said the chamberlain. And the old woman answered that she would try what she could do.\n\nShe went back to her hut in the middle of the forest, and standing in the doorway, whistled softly. Soon the dead leaves on the ground began to move and to rustle, and from underneath them there came a long train of serpents. They wriggled to the feet of the witch, who stooped down and patted their heads, and gave each one some milk in a red earthen basin. When they had all finished, she whistled again, and bade two or three coil themselves round her arms and neck, while she turned one into a cane and another into a whip. Then she took a stick, and on the river bank changed it into a raft, and seating herself comfortably, she pushed off into the centre of the stream.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_24": "\u201cThese pink roses just came from Mrs. Hastings,\u201d she said, smiling, \u201cand I am sure she meant them for you.\u201d\n\nBartley looked about with an air of satisfaction at the greens and the wreaths in the windows. \u201cHave you a moment, Winifred? I have just now been thinking that this is our twelfth Christmas. Can you realize it?\u201d He went up to the table and took her hands away from the flowers, drying them with his pocket handkerchief. <|Q|>\u201cThey\u2019ve been awfully happy ones, all of them, haven\u2019t they?\u201d<|Q|> He took her in his arms and bent back, lifting her a little and giving her a long kiss. \u201cYou are happy, aren\u2019t you Winifred? More than anything else in the world, I want you to be happy. Sometimes, of late, I\u2019ve thought you looked as if you were troubled.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; it\u2019s only when you are troubled and harassed that I feel worried, Bartley. I wish you always seemed as you do to-night. But you don\u2019t, always", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_59": "'Ay, so she says, though the old witch -- -- But what ails you?' she broke off, as the young man sprang to his feet and seized her wrists.\n\n'Listen to me,' he said. <|Q|>'Can you keep a secret?'<|Q|>\n\n'Ay,' answered the old woman again, 'if I am paid for it.'", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_25": "Bartley looked about with an air of satisfaction at the greens and the wreaths in the windows. \u201cHave you a moment, Winifred? I have just now been thinking that this is our twelfth Christmas. Can you realize it?\u201d He went up to the table and took her hands away from the flowers, drying them with his pocket handkerchief. \u201cThey\u2019ve been awfully happy ones, all of them, haven\u2019t they?\u201d He took her in his arms and bent back, lifting her a little and giving her a long kiss. <|Q|>\u201cYou are happy, aren\u2019t you Winifred? More than anything else in the world, I want you to be happy. Sometimes, of late, I\u2019ve thought you looked as if you were troubled.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo; it\u2019s only when you are troubled and harassed that I feel worried, Bartley. I wish you always seemed as you do to-night. But you don\u2019t, always.\u201d She looked earnestly and inquiringly into his eyes.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_61": "'Ay,' answered the old woman again, 'if I am paid for it.'\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, you shall be paid, never fear -- as much as your heart can desire! Here is a handful of gold: you shall have as much again if you will do my bidding.'<|Q|> The old crone nodded her head.\n\n'Then go and buy a dress such as ladies wear at court, and manage to get admitted into the palace, and into the presence of Zoulvisia. When there, show her this ring, and after that she will tell you what to do.'", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_12_james_64kb_8": "\u201cOn the part of little darlings \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAs yet mere lovely babies? Yes, mad as that seems!\u201d<|Q|> The very act of bringing it out really helped me to trace it \u2014 follow it all up and piece it all together. \u201cThey haven\u2019t been good \u2014 they\u2019ve only been absent. It has been easy to live with them, because they\u2019re simply leading a life of their own. They\u2019re not mine \u2014 they\u2019re not ours. They\u2019re his and they\u2019re hers!\u201d\n\n\u201cQuint\u2019s and that woman\u2019s?\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_65": "'Grandmother,' asked Zoulvisia, as soon as the door was safely shut, 'where is the owner of this ring?'\n\n'In my cottage,' answered the old woman, <|Q|>'waiting for orders from you.'<|Q|>\n\n'Tell him to remain there for three days; and now go to the king of this country, and say that you have succeeded in bringing me to reason. Then he will let me alone and will cease to watch me. On the third day from this I shall be wandering about the garden near the river, and there your guest will find me. The rest concerns myself only.'", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_29": "\u201cWhere did you ever find such gold work, Bartley?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s old Flemish. Isn\u2019t it fine?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThey are the most beautiful things, dear. But, you know, I never wear earrings.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_31": "\u201cThey are the most beautiful things, dear. But, you know, I never wear earrings.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, yes, I know. But I want you to wear them. I have always wanted you to. So few women can. There must be a good ear, to begin with, and a nose\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 he waved his hand \u2014 \u201cabove reproach. Most women look silly in them. They go only with faces like yours \u2014 very, very proud, and just a little hard.\u201d\n\nWinifred laughed as she went over to the mirror and fitted the delicate springs to the lobes of her ears. \u201cOh, Bartley, that old foolishness about my being hard. It really hurts my feelings. But I must go down now. People are beginning to come.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_1": "A little before three o\u2019clock Mrs. Alexander went into the library to see that everything was ready. She pulled the window shades high, for the weather was dark and stormy, and there was little light, even in the streets. A foot of snow had fallen during the morning, and the wide space over the river was thick with flying flakes that fell and wreathed the masses of floating ice. Winifred was standing by the window when she heard the front door open. She hurried to the hall as Alexander came stamping in, covered with snow. He kissed her joyfully and brushed away the snow that fell on her hair.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI wish I had asked you to meet me at the office and walk home with me, Winifred. The Common is beautiful. The boys have swept the snow off the pond and are skating furiously. Did the cyclamens come?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAn hour ago. What splendid ones! But aren\u2019t you frightfully extravagant?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_3": "\u201cAn hour ago. What splendid ones! But aren\u2019t you frightfully extravagant?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot for Christmas-time. I\u2019ll go upstairs and change my coat. I shall be down in a moment. Tell Thomas to get everything ready.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWhen Alexander reappeared, he took his wife\u2019s arm and went with her into the library. \u201cWhen did the azaleas get here? Thomas has got the white one in my room.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_4": "\u201cNot for Christmas-time. I\u2019ll go upstairs and change my coat. I shall be down in a moment. Tell Thomas to get everything ready.\u201d\n\nWhen Alexander reappeared, he took his wife\u2019s arm and went with her into the library. <|Q|>\u201cWhen did the azaleas get here? Thomas has got the white one in my room.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI told him to put it there.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_5": "When Alexander reappeared, he took his wife\u2019s arm and went with her into the library. \u201cWhen did the azaleas get here? Thomas has got the white one in my room.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI told him to put it there.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut, I say, it\u2019s much the finest of the lot!\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_6": "\u201cI told him to put it there.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut, I say, it\u2019s much the finest of the lot!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s why I had it put there. There is too much color in that room for a red one, you know.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_7": "\u201cBut, I say, it\u2019s much the finest of the lot!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat\u2019s why I had it put there. There is too much color in that room for a red one, you know.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBartley began to sort the greens. \u201cIt looks very splendid there, but I feel piggish to have it. However, we really spend more time there than anywhere else in the house. Will you hand me the holly?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_8": "\u201cThat\u2019s why I had it put there. There is too much color in that room for a red one, you know.\u201d\n\nBartley began to sort the greens. <|Q|>\u201cIt looks very splendid there, but I feel piggish to have it. However, we really spend more time there than anywhere else in the house. Will you hand me the holly?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe climbed up the stepladder, which creaked under his weight, and began to twist the tough stems of the holly into the frame-work of the chandelier.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_9": "He climbed up the stepladder, which creaked under his weight, and began to twist the tough stems of the holly into the frame-work of the chandelier.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI forgot to tell you that I had a letter from Wilson, this morning, explaining his telegram. He is coming on because an old uncle up in Vermont has conveniently died and left Wilson a little money \u2014 something like ten thousand. He\u2019s coming on to settle up the estate. Won\u2019t it be jolly to have him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd how fine that he\u2019s come into a little money. I can see him posting down State Street to the steamship offices. He will get a good many trips out of that ten thousand. What can have detained him? I expected him here for luncheon.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_10": "\u201cI forgot to tell you that I had a letter from Wilson, this morning, explaining his telegram. He is coming on because an old uncle up in Vermont has conveniently died and left Wilson a little money \u2014 something like ten thousand. He\u2019s coming on to settle up the estate. Won\u2019t it be jolly to have him?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd how fine that he\u2019s come into a little money. I can see him posting down State Street to the steamship offices. He will get a good many trips out of that ten thousand. What can have detained him? I expected him here for luncheon.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThose trains from Albany are always late. He\u2019ll be along sometime this afternoon. And now, don\u2019t you want to go upstairs and lie down for an hour? You\u2019ve had a busy morning and I don\u2019t want you to be tired to-night.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_36": "Left alone, he paced up and down his study. He was at home again, among all the dear familiar things that spoke to him of so many happy years. His house to-night would be full of charming people, who liked and admired him. Yet all the time, underneath his pleasure and hopefulness and satisfaction, he was conscious of the vibration of an unnatural excitement. Amid this light and warmth and friendliness, he sometimes started and shuddered, as if some one had stepped on his grave. Something had broken loose in him of which he knew nothing except that it was sullen and powerful, and that it wrung and tortured him. Sometimes it came upon him softly, in enervating reveries. Sometimes it battered him like the cannon rolling in the hold of the vessel. Always, now, it brought with it a sense of quickened life, of stimulating danger. To-night it came upon him suddenly, as he was walking the floor, after his wife left him. It seemed impossible; he could not believe it. He glanced entreatingly at the door, as if to call her back. He heard voices in the hall below, and knew that he must go down. Going over to the window, he looked out at the lights across the river. How could this happen here, in his own house, among the things he loved? What was it that reached in out of the darkness and thrilled him? As he stood there he had a feeling that he would never escape. He shut his eyes and pressed his forehead against the cold window glass, breathing in the chill that came through it. \u201cThat this,\u201d he groaned, <|Q|>\u201cthat this should have happened to me!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nOn New Year\u2019s day a thaw set in, and during the night torrents of rain fell. In the morning, the morning of Alexander\u2019s departure for England, the river was streaked with fog and the rain drove hard against the windows of the breakfast-room. Alexander had finished his coffee and was pacing up and down. His wife sat at the table, watching him. She was pale and unnaturally calm. When Thomas brought the letters, Bartley sank into his chair and ran them over rapidly.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_42": "Bartley began jingling some loose coins in his pocket. \u201cI wish things would let me rest. I\u2019m tired of work, tired of people, tired of trailing about.\u201d He looked out at the storm-beaten river.\n\nWinifred came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. <|Q|>\u201cThat\u2019s what you always say, poor Bartley! At bottom you really like all these things. Can\u2019t you remember that?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe put his arm about her. \u201cAll the same, life runs smoothly enough with some people, and with me it\u2019s always a messy sort of patchwork. It\u2019s like the song; peace is where I am not. How can you face it all with so much fortitude?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_43": "Winifred came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. \u201cThat\u2019s what you always say, poor Bartley! At bottom you really like all these things. Can\u2019t you remember that?\u201d\n\nHe put his arm about her. <|Q|>\u201cAll the same, life runs smoothly enough with some people, and with me it\u2019s always a messy sort of patchwork. It\u2019s like the song; peace is where I am not. How can you face it all with so much fortitude?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe looked at him with that clear gaze which Wilson had so much admired, which he had felt implied such high confidence and fearless pride. \u201cOh, I faced that long ago, when you were on your first bridge, up at old Allway. I knew then that your paths were not to be paths of peace, but I decided that I wanted to follow them.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_15": "\u201d Wilson stood before the fire with his hands behind him and looked about the room. \u201cYou have been busy. Bartley, if I\u2019d had my choice of all possible places in which to spend Christmas, your house would certainly be the place I\u2019d have chosen. Happy people do a great deal for their friends. A house like this throws its warmth out. I felt it distinctly as I was coming through the Berkshires. I could scarcely believe that I was to see Mrs. Bartley again so soon.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThank you, Wilson. She\u2019ll be as glad to see you. Shall we have tea now? I\u2019ll ring for Thomas to clear away this litter. Winifred says I always wreck the house when I try to do anything. Do you know, I am quite tired. Looks as if I were not used to work, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d<|Q|> Alexander laughed and dropped into a chair. \u201cYou know, I\u2019m sailing the day after New Year\u2019s.\u201d\n\n\u201cAgain? Why, you\u2019ve been over twice since I was here in the spring, haven\u2019t you?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_17": "\u201cThank you, Wilson. She\u2019ll be as glad to see you. Shall we have tea now? I\u2019ll ring for Thomas to clear away this litter. Winifred says I always wreck the house when I try to do anything. Do you know, I am quite tired. Looks as if I were not used to work, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d Alexander laughed and dropped into a chair. \u201cYou know, I\u2019m sailing the day after New Year\u2019s.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAgain? Why, you\u2019ve been over twice since I was here in the spring, haven\u2019t you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, I was in London about ten days in the summer. Went to escape the hot weather more than anything else. I shan\u2019t be gone more than a month this time. Winifred and I have been up in Canada for most of the autumn. That Moorlock Bridge is on my back all the time. I never had so much trouble with a job before.\u201d Alexander moved about restlessly and fell to poking the fire.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_51": "Further out, in the middle of the stream, there was a strange splashing, and by-and-by the body of a huge fish appeared, turning and twisting as if in pain. The eyes of all the brothers were fixed on the spot, when the fish leapt in the air, and a bright gleam flashed through the night. 'The sabre!' they shouted, and plunged into the stream, and with a sharp tug, pulled out the sword, while the fish lay on the water, exhausted by its struggles. Swimming back with the sabre to land, they carefully dried it in their coats, and then carried it to the palace and placed it on the king's pillow. In an instant colour came back to the waxen face, and the hollow cheeks filled out. The king sat up, and opening his eyes he said:\n\n<|Q|>'Where is Zoulvisia?'<|Q|>\n\n'That is what we do not know,' answered the little men; 'but now that you are saved you will soon find out.' And they told him what had happened since Zoulvisia had betrayed his secret to the witch.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_44": "He put his arm about her. \u201cAll the same, life runs smoothly enough with some people, and with me it\u2019s always a messy sort of patchwork. It\u2019s like the song; peace is where I am not. How can you face it all with so much fortitude?\u201d\n\nShe looked at him with that clear gaze which Wilson had so much admired, which he had felt implied such high confidence and fearless pride. <|Q|>\u201cOh, I faced that long ago, when you were on your first bridge, up at old Allway. I knew then that your paths were not to be paths of peace, but I decided that I wanted to follow them.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBartley and his wife stood silent for a long time; the fire crackled in the grate, the rain beat insistently upon the windows, and the sleepy Angora looked up at them curiously.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_18": "\u201cAgain? Why, you\u2019ve been over twice since I was here in the spring, haven\u2019t you?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, I was in London about ten days in the summer. Went to escape the hot weather more than anything else. I shan\u2019t be gone more than a month this time. Winifred and I have been up in Canada for most of the autumn. That Moorlock Bridge is on my back all the time. I never had so much trouble with a job before.\u201d<|Q|> Alexander moved about restlessly and fell to poking the fire.\n\n\u201cHaven\u2019t I seen in the papers that there is some trouble about a tidewater bridge of yours in New Jersey?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_21": "When Bartley had finished dressing for dinner he went into his study, where he found his wife arranging flowers on his writing-table.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThese pink roses just came from Mrs. Hastings,\u201d<|Q|> she said, smiling, \u201cand I am sure she meant them for you.\u201d\n\nBartley looked about with an air of satisfaction at the greens and the wreaths in the windows. \u201cHave you a moment, Winifred? I have just now been thinking that this is our twelfth Christmas. Can you realize it?\u201d He went up to the table and took her hands away from the flowers, drying them with his pocket handkerchief. \u201cThey\u2019ve been awfully happy ones, all of them, haven\u2019t they", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_49": "\u201cI\u2019ll work like the devil, Winifred, and be home again before you realize I\u2019ve gone.\u201d He kissed her quickly several times, hurried out of the front door into the rain, and waved to her from the carriage window as the driver was starting his melancholy, dripping black horses. Alexander sat with his hands clenched on his knees. As the carriage turned up the hill, he lifted one hand and brought it down violently. \u201cThis time\u201d \u2014 he spoke aloud and through his set teeth \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cthis time I\u2019m going to end it!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nOn the afternoon of the third day out, Alexander was sitting well to the stern, on the windward side where the chairs were few, his rugs over him and the collar of his fur-lined coat turned up about his ears. The weather had so far been dark and raw. For two hours he had been watching the low, dirty sky and the beating of the heavy rain upon the iron-colored sea. There was a long, oily swell that made exercise laborious. The decks smelled of damp woolens, and the air was so humid that drops of moisture kept gathering upon his hair and mustache. He seldom moved except to brush them away. The great open spaces made him passive and the restlessness of the water quieted him. He intended during the voyage to decide upon a course of action, but he held all this away from him for the present and lay in a blessed gray oblivion. Deep down in him somewhere his resolution was weakening and strengthening, ebbing and flowing. The thing that perturbed him went on as steadily as his pulse, but he was almost unconscious of it. He was submerged in the vast impersonal grayness about him, and at intervals the sidelong roll of the boat measured off time like the ticking of a clock. He felt released from everything that troubled and perplexed him. It was as if he had tricked and outwitted torturing memories, had actually managed to get on board without them. He thought of nothing at all. If his mind now and again picked a face out of the grayness, it was Lucius Wilson\u2019s, or the face of an old schoolmate, forgotten for years; or it was the slim outline of a favorite greyhound he used to hunt jack-rabbits with when he was a boy.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_23": "\u201cThese pink roses just came from Mrs. Hastings,\u201d she said, smiling, \u201cand I am sure she meant them for you.\u201d\n\nBartley looked about with an air of satisfaction at the greens and the wreaths in the windows. <|Q|>\u201cHave you a moment, Winifred? I have just now been thinking that this is our twelfth Christmas. Can you realize it?\u201d<|Q|> He went up to the table and took her hands away from the flowers, drying them with his pocket handkerchief. \u201cThey\u2019ve been awfully happy ones, all of them, haven\u2019t they?\u201d He took her in his arms and bent back, lifting her a little and giving her a long kiss. \u201cYou are happy, aren\u2019t you Winifred? More than anything else in the world, I want you to be happy. Sometimes, of late, I\u2019ve thought you looked as if you were troubled.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_60": "'Listen to me,' he said. 'Can you keep a secret?'\n\n'Ay,' answered the old woman again, <|Q|>'if I am paid for it.'<|Q|>\n\n'Oh, you shall be paid, never fear -- as much as your heart can desire! Here is a handful of gold: you shall have as much again if you will do my bidding.' The old crone nodded her head.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_4": "Osterbridge examined the little bird perched on his finger and his eyes were thoughtful. \"It is true, you have a tiny mark at the side of your jaw -- if parakeets have jaws, my friend. But there is no such thing as magic. Not the kind of magic whereby a human can be something else!\"\n\nHe broke into peals of high laughter. <|Q|>\"What a joke if it were possible! Now what could I be, eh?\"<|Q|>\n\nHe looked fondly at the bird and the bird looked back at him, daring to open its beak and emit a small but clear \"Haw!\"", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_37": "The king laughed at her fears, and answered lightly:\n\n<|Q|>'Why, one would think she was a witch to hear you talk! And even if she were, what harm could she do to us?'<|Q|> And calling to the maidens he bade them carry her food, and to let her sleep in their chamber.\n\nNow the old woman was very cunning, and kept the maidens awake half the night with all kinds of strange stories. Indeed, the next morning, while they were dressing their mistress, one of them suddenly broke into a laugh, in which the others joined her.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_27": "Alexander took her two hands from his shoulders and swung them back and forth in his own, laughing his big blond laugh.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019m growing older, my dear; that\u2019s what you feel. Now, may I show you something? I meant to save them until to-morrow, but I want you to wear them to-night.\u201d<|Q|> He took a little leather box out of his pocket and opened it. On the white velvet lay two long pendants of curiously worked gold, set with pearls. Winifred looked from the box to Bartley and exclaimed: \u2014 \n\n\u201cWhere did you ever find such gold work, Bartley?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_28": "\u201cI\u2019m growing older, my dear; that\u2019s what you feel. Now, may I show you something? I meant to save them until to-morrow, but I want you to wear them to-night.\u201d He took a little leather box out of his pocket and opened it. On the white velvet lay two long pendants of curiously worked gold, set with pearls. Winifred looked from the box to Bartley and exclaimed: \u2014 \n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhere did you ever find such gold work, Bartley?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s old Flemish. Isn\u2019t it fine?\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_19_lang_64kb_63": "At first the bride would have nothing to say to any of them; but on perceiving the ring, she suddenly grew as meek as a lamb. And thanking the merchants for their trouble, she sent them away, and remained alone with her visitor.\n\n'Grandmother,' asked Zoulvisia, as soon as the door was safely shut, <|Q|>'where is the owner of this ring?'<|Q|>\n\n'In my cottage,' answered the old woman, 'waiting for orders from you.'", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_2": "\u201cI wish I had asked you to meet me at the office and walk home with me, Winifred. The Common is beautiful. The boys have swept the snow off the pond and are skating furiously. Did the cyclamens come?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAn hour ago. What splendid ones! But aren\u2019t you frightfully extravagant?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNot for Christmas-time. I\u2019ll go upstairs and change my coat. I shall be down in a moment. Tell Thomas to get everything ready.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_30": "\u201cIt\u2019s old Flemish. Isn\u2019t it fine?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThey are the most beautiful things, dear. But, you know, I never wear earrings.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, yes, I know. But I want you to wear them. I have always wanted you to. So few women can. There must be a good ear, to begin with, and a nose\u201d \u2014 he waved his hand \u2014 \u201cabove reproach. Most women look silly in them. They go only with faces like yours \u2014 very, very proud, and just a little hard.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_32": "\u201cThey are the most beautiful things, dear. But, you know, I never wear earrings.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, yes, I know. But I want you to wear them. I have always wanted you to. So few women can. There must be a good ear, to begin with, and a nose\u201d \u2014 he waved his hand \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cabove reproach. Most women look silly in them. They go only with faces like yours \u2014 very, very proud, and just a little hard.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWinifred laughed as she went over to the mirror and fitted the delicate springs to the lobes of her ears. \u201cOh, Bartley, that old foolishness about my being hard. It really hurts my feelings. But I must go down now. People are beginning to come.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_33": "\u201cYes, yes, I know. But I want you to wear them. I have always wanted you to. So few women can. There must be a good ear, to begin with, and a nose\u201d \u2014 he waved his hand \u2014 \u201cabove reproach. Most women look silly in them. They go only with faces like yours \u2014 very, very proud, and just a little hard.\u201d\n\nWinifred laughed as she went over to the mirror and fitted the delicate springs to the lobes of her ears. <|Q|>\u201cOh, Bartley, that old foolishness about my being hard. It really hurts my feelings. But I must go down now. People are beginning to come.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBartley drew her arm about his neck and went to the door with her. \u201cNot hard to me, Winifred,\u201d he whispered. \u201cNever, never hard to me.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_34": "Winifred laughed as she went over to the mirror and fitted the delicate springs to the lobes of her ears. \u201cOh, Bartley, that old foolishness about my being hard. It really hurts my feelings. But I must go down now. People are beginning to come.\u201d\n\nBartley drew her arm about his neck and went to the door with her. <|Q|>\u201cNot hard to me, Winifred,\u201d<|Q|> he whispered. \u201cNever, never hard to me.\u201d\n\nLeft alone, he paced up and down his study. He was at home again, among all the dear familiar things that spoke to him of so many happy years. His house to-night would be full of charming people, who liked and admired him. Yet all the time, underneath his pleasure and hopefulness and satisfaction, he was conscious of the vibration of an unnatural excitement. Amid this light and warmth and friendliness, he sometimes started and shuddered, as if some one had stepped on his grave. Something had broken loose in him of which he knew nothing except that it was sullen and powerful, and that it wrung and tortured him. Sometimes it came upon him softly, in enervating reveries. Sometimes it battered him like the cannon rolling in the hold of the vessel. Always, now, it brought with it a sense of quickened life, of stimulating danger. To-night it came upon him suddenly, as he was walking the floor, after his wife left him. It seemed impossible; he could not believe it. He glanced entreatingly at the door, as if to call her back. He heard voices in the hall below, and knew that he must go down. Going over to the window, he looked out at the lights across the river. How could this happen here, in his own house, among the things he loved? What was it that reached in out of the darkness and thrilled him? As he stood there he had a feeling that he would never escape. He shut his eyes and pressed his forehead against the cold window glass, breathing in the chill that came through it. \u201cThat this,\u201d he groaned,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_14": "Osterbridge Hawsey rose with a slow grace from his chair, his hand curled gently but protectingly around his parakeet.\n\n<|Q|>\"Claggett,\"<|Q|> he said in his thin voice that cut now with the unexpected thinness of paper, \"I am sorry to say such a thing to you, but your fever during the weeks just past has undoubtedly altered your brain. You are a madman, Claggett.\" Osterbridge Hawsey removed himself with deliberation from the proximity of the doorway, placing himself on the other side of the cabin table over which hung the swinging lamp. He did not turn his back to Claggett Chew nor take his eyes from him.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_38": "On New Year\u2019s day a thaw set in, and during the night torrents of rain fell. In the morning, the morning of Alexander\u2019s departure for England, the river was streaked with fog and the rain drove hard against the windows of the breakfast-room. Alexander had finished his coffee and was pacing up and down. His wife sat at the table, watching him. She was pale and unnaturally calm. When Thomas brought the letters, Bartley sank into his chair and ran them over rapidly.\n\n\u201cHere\u2019s a note from old Wilson. He\u2019s safe back at his grind, and says he had a bully time. \u2018The memory of Mrs. Bartley will make my whole winter fragrant.\u2019 Just like him. He will go on getting measureless satisfaction out of you by his study fire. What a man he is for looking on at life!\u201d Bartley sighed, pushed the letters back impatiently, and went over to the window. <|Q|>\u201cThis is a nasty sort of day to sail. I\u2019ve a notion to call it off. Next week would be time enough.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat would only mean starting twice. It wouldn\u2019t really help you out at all,\u201d Mrs. Alexander spoke soothingly. \u201cAnd you\u2019d come back late for all your engagements.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_39": "\u201cHere\u2019s a note from old Wilson. He\u2019s safe back at his grind, and says he had a bully time. \u2018The memory of Mrs. Bartley will make my whole winter fragrant.\u2019 Just like him. He will go on getting measureless satisfaction out of you by his study fire. What a man he is for looking on at life!\u201d Bartley sighed, pushed the letters back impatiently, and went over to the window. \u201cThis is a nasty sort of day to sail. I\u2019ve a notion to call it off. Next week would be time enough.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat would only mean starting twice. It wouldn\u2019t really help you out at all,\u201d<|Q|> Mrs. Alexander spoke soothingly. \u201cAnd you\u2019d come back late for all your engagements.\u201d\n\nBartley began jingling some loose coins in his pocket. \u201cI wish things would let me rest. I\u2019m tired of work, tired of people, tired of trailing about.\u201d He looked out at the storm-beaten river.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_37": "On New Year\u2019s day a thaw set in, and during the night torrents of rain fell. In the morning, the morning of Alexander\u2019s departure for England, the river was streaked with fog and the rain drove hard against the windows of the breakfast-room. Alexander had finished his coffee and was pacing up and down. His wife sat at the table, watching him. She was pale and unnaturally calm. When Thomas brought the letters, Bartley sank into his chair and ran them over rapidly.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHere\u2019s a note from old Wilson. He\u2019s safe back at his grind, and says he had a bully time. \u2018The memory of Mrs. Bartley will make my whole winter fragrant.\u2019 Just like him. He will go on getting measureless satisfaction out of you by his study fire. What a man he is for looking on at life!\u201d<|Q|> Bartley sighed, pushed the letters back impatiently, and went over to the window. \u201cThis is a nasty sort of day to sail. I\u2019ve a notion to call it off. Next week would be time enough.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat would only mean starting twice. It wouldn\u2019t really help you out at all,\u201d Mrs. Alexander spoke soothingly. \u201cAnd you\u2019d come back late for all your engagements.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_40": "\u201cHere\u2019s a note from old Wilson. He\u2019s safe back at his grind, and says he had a bully time. \u2018The memory of Mrs. Bartley will make my whole winter fragrant.\u2019 Just like him. He will go on getting measureless satisfaction out of you by his study fire. What a man he is for looking on at life!\u201d Bartley sighed, pushed the letters back impatiently, and went over to the window. \u201cThis is a nasty sort of day to sail. I\u2019ve a notion to call it off. Next week would be time enough.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat would only mean starting twice. It wouldn\u2019t really help you out at all,\u201d Mrs. Alexander spoke soothingly. <|Q|>\u201cAnd you\u2019d come back late for all your engagements.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBartley began jingling some loose coins in his pocket. \u201cI wish things would let me rest. I\u2019m tired of work, tired of people, tired of trailing about.\u201d He looked out at the storm-beaten river.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_11": "\u201cAnd how fine that he\u2019s come into a little money. I can see him posting down State Street to the steamship offices. He will get a good many trips out of that ten thousand. What can have detained him? I expected him here for luncheon.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThose trains from Albany are always late. He\u2019ll be along sometime this afternoon. And now, don\u2019t you want to go upstairs and lie down for an hour? You\u2019ve had a busy morning and I don\u2019t want you to be tired to-night.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAfter his wife went upstairs Alexander worked energetically at the greens for a few moments. Then, as he was cutting off a length of string, he sighed suddenly and sat down, staring out of the window at the snow. The animation died out of his face, but in his eyes there was a restless light, a look of apprehension and suspense. He kept clasping and unclasping his big hands as if he were trying to realize something. The clock ticked through the minutes of a half-hour and the afternoon outside began to thicken and darken turbidly. Alexander, since he first sat down, had not changed his position. He leaned forward, his hands between his knees, scarcely breathing, as if he were holding himself away from his surroundings, from the room, and from the very chair in which he sat, from everything except the wild eddies of snow above the river on which his eyes were fixed with feverish intentness, as if he were trying to project himself thither. When at last Lucius Wilson was announced, Alexander sprang eagerly to his feet and hurried to meet his old instructor.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_41": "\u201cThat would only mean starting twice. It wouldn\u2019t really help you out at all,\u201d Mrs. Alexander spoke soothingly. \u201cAnd you\u2019d come back late for all your engagements.\u201d\n\nBartley began jingling some loose coins in his pocket. <|Q|>\u201cI wish things would let me rest. I\u2019m tired of work, tired of people, tired of trailing about.\u201d<|Q|> He looked out at the storm-beaten river.\n\nWinifred came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. \u201cThat\u2019s what you always say, poor Bartley! At bottom you really like all these things. Can\u2019t you remember that?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_13": "\u201cHello, Wilson. What luck! Come into the library. We are to have a lot of people to dinner to-night, and Winifred\u2019s lying down. You will excuse her, won\u2019t you? And now what about yourself? Sit down and tell me everything.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI think I\u2019d rather move about, if you don\u2019t mind. I\u2019ve been sitting in the train for a week, it seems to me.\u201d<|Q|> Wilson stood before the fire with his hands behind him and looked about the room. \u201cYou have been busy. Bartley, if I\u2019d had my choice of all possible places in which to spend Christmas, your house would certainly be the place I\u2019d have chosen. Happy people do a great deal for their friends. A house like this throws its warmth out. I felt it distinctly as I was coming through the Berkshires. I could scarcely believe that I was to see Mrs. Bartley again so soon.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_12": "After his wife went upstairs Alexander worked energetically at the greens for a few moments. Then, as he was cutting off a length of string, he sighed suddenly and sat down, staring out of the window at the snow. The animation died out of his face, but in his eyes there was a restless light, a look of apprehension and suspense. He kept clasping and unclasping his big hands as if he were trying to realize something. The clock ticked through the minutes of a half-hour and the afternoon outside began to thicken and darken turbidly. Alexander, since he first sat down, had not changed his position. He leaned forward, his hands between his knees, scarcely breathing, as if he were holding himself away from his surroundings, from the room, and from the very chair in which he sat, from everything except the wild eddies of snow above the river on which his eyes were fixed with feverish intentness, as if he were trying to project himself thither. When at last Lucius Wilson was announced, Alexander sprang eagerly to his feet and hurried to meet his old instructor.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHello, Wilson. What luck! Come into the library. We are to have a lot of people to dinner to-night, and Winifred\u2019s lying down. You will excuse her, won\u2019t you? And now what about yourself? Sit down and tell me everything.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI think I\u2019d rather move about, if you don\u2019t mind. I\u2019ve been sitting in the train for a week, it seems to me.\u201d Wilson stood before the fire with his hands behind him and looked about the room. \u201cYou have been busy. Bartley, if I\u2019d had my choice of all possible places in which to spend Christmas, your house would certainly be the place I\u2019d have chosen. Happy people do a great deal for their friends. A house like this throws its warmth out. I felt it distinctly as I was coming through the Berkshires. I could scarcely believe that I was to see Mrs. Bartley again so soon.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_45": "Bartley and his wife stood silent for a long time; the fire crackled in the grate, the rain beat insistently upon the windows, and the sleepy Angora looked up at them curiously.\n\nPresently Thomas made a discreet sound at the door. <|Q|>\u201cShall Edward bring down your trunks, sir?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes; they are ready. Tell him not to forget the big portfolio on the study table.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_46": "Presently Thomas made a discreet sound at the door. \u201cShall Edward bring down your trunks, sir?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes; they are ready. Tell him not to forget the big portfolio on the study table.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThomas withdrew, closing the door softly. Bartley turned away from his wife, still holding her hand. \u201cIt never gets any easier, Winifred.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_47": "\u201cYes; they are ready. Tell him not to forget the big portfolio on the study table.\u201d\n\nThomas withdrew, closing the door softly. Bartley turned away from his wife, still holding her hand. <|Q|>\u201cIt never gets any easier, Winifred.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThey both started at the sound of the carriage on the pavement outside. Alexander sat down and leaned his head on his hand. His wife bent over him. \u201cCourage,\u201d she said gayly. Bartley rose and rang the bell. Thomas brought him his hat and stick and ulster. At the sight of these, the supercilious Angora moved restlessly, quitted her red cushion by the fire, and came up, waving her tail in vexation at these ominous indications of change. Alexander stooped to stroke her, and then plunged into his coat and drew on his gloves. His wife held his stick, smiling. Bartley smiled too, and his eyes cleared.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_7": "\u201cAnd for another thing?\u201d I waited. \u201cHe repeated your words to Quint?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, not that. It\u2019s just what he wouldn\u2019t!\u201d she could still impress upon me. \u201cI was sure, at any rate,\u201d she added, <|Q|>\u201cthat he didn\u2019t. But he denied certain occasions.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat occasions?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_0": "The smoke of the guns of both ships so hung upon the air that Chris counted on its heavy curtain to screen him from his enemies. He swam to the far side of the attacking vessel and there forced his magic knife for the second time against the side of the Vulture.\n\nHe was treading water, holding to a rope that dangled over the side of the ship when, with no interior tremor of warning, a cut that he almost thought had penetrated to the bone lashed across his shoulders narrowly missing his left ear. Without stopping to think Chris took half a breath and submerged as deeply as he could go, hearing above him, even through the sounds of the battle and the wavering water, the <|Q|>\"fleck!\"<|Q|> of Claggett Chew's metal-tipped whip as it hit the water where he had been only a second before. Chris would have dived under the great barnacled hull of the Vulture then and there, to come up on the other side, but good swimmer though he was, he was unsure that he could hold even a full breath for so long a dive. Added to this, he had had no time to do more than gasp a momentary breath of air, and even as he rose to the surface with bursting lungs, he saw the figure of a man leap into the water from the side of the Vulture.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_22": "When Bartley had finished dressing for dinner he went into his study, where he found his wife arranging flowers on his writing-table.\n\n\u201cThese pink roses just came from Mrs. Hastings,\u201d she said, smiling, <|Q|>\u201cand I am sure she meant them for you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBartley looked about with an air of satisfaction at the greens and the wreaths in the windows. \u201cHave you a moment, Winifred? I have just now been thinking that this is our twelfth Christmas. Can you realize it?\u201d He went up to the table and took her hands away from the flowers, drying them with his pocket handkerchief. \u201cThey\u2019ve been awfully happy ones, all of them, haven\u2019t they?\u201d He took her in his arms and bent back, lifting her a little and giving her a long kiss.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_1": "The yellow-eyed cat made a dash with both clawing paws outstretched to fall upon the bird, but the parakeet fluttered into the air out of reach and came down higher up on Osterbridge Hawsey's knee. Osterbridge, startled from his daydream, shooed away the cat and got up precipitously enough to give it a kick which sent it miaowling from the cabin. Osterbridge, vastly pleased to see his green parakeet again, was wreathed in smiles.\n\n<|Q|>\"Ah, now!\"<|Q|> he exclaimed, holding out a condescending finger, \"Petit Monsieur back again! How too simply enchanting! Just when poor Osterbridge was so bored and had no one to talk to! Well, my pretty -- \" and both Osterbridge and the parakeet cocked their heads at one another -- \"and where have you been, I wonder?\"\n\nOsterbridge examined the little bird perched on his finger and his eyes were thoughtful. \"It is true, you have a tiny mark at the side of your jaw -- if parakeets have jaws, my friend. But there is no such thing as magic. Not the kind of magic whereby a human can be something else!\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_48": "They both started at the sound of the carriage on the pavement outside. Alexander sat down and leaned his head on his hand. His wife bent over him. \u201cCourage,\u201d she said gayly. Bartley rose and rang the bell. Thomas brought him his hat and stick and ulster. At the sight of these, the supercilious Angora moved restlessly, quitted her red cushion by the fire, and came up, waving her tail in vexation at these ominous indications of change. Alexander stooped to stroke her, and then plunged into his coat and drew on his gloves. His wife held his stick, smiling. Bartley smiled too, and his eyes cleared. <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ll work like the devil, Winifred, and be home again before you realize I\u2019ve gone.\u201d<|Q|> He kissed her quickly several times, hurried out of the front door into the rain, and waved to her from the carriage window as the driver was starting his melancholy, dripping black horses. Alexander sat with his hands clenched on his knees. As the carriage turned up the hill, he lifted one hand and brought it down violently. \u201cThis time\u201d \u2014 he spoke aloud and through his set teeth \u2014 \u201cthis time I\u2019m going to end it!\u201d\n\nOn the afternoon of the third day out, Alexander was sitting well to the stern, on the windward side where the chairs were few, his rugs over him and the collar of his fur-lined coat turned up about his ears. The weather had so far been dark and raw. For two hours he had been watching the low, dirty sky and the beating of the heavy rain upon the iron-colored sea. There was a long, oily swell that made exercise laborious. The decks smelled of damp woolens, and the air was so humid that drops of moisture kept gathering upon his hair and mustache. He seldom moved except to brush them away. The great open spaces made him passive and the restlessness of the water quieted him. He intended during the voyage to decide upon a course of action, but he held all this away from him for the present and lay in a blessed gray oblivion. Deep down in him somewhere his resolution was weakening and strengthening, ebbing and flowing. The thing that perturbed him went on as steadily as his pulse, but he was almost unconscious of it. He was submerged in the vast impersonal grayness about him, and at intervals the sidelong roll of the boat measured off time like the ticking of a clock. He felt released from everything that troubled and perplexed him. It was as if he had tricked and outwitted torturing memories, had actually managed to get on board without them. He thought of nothing at all. If his mind now and again picked a face out of the grayness, it was Lucius Wilson\u2019s, or the face of an old schoolmate, forgotten for years; or it was the slim outline of a favorite greyhound he used to hunt jack-rabbits with when he was a boy.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_2": "The yellow-eyed cat made a dash with both clawing paws outstretched to fall upon the bird, but the parakeet fluttered into the air out of reach and came down higher up on Osterbridge Hawsey's knee. Osterbridge, startled from his daydream, shooed away the cat and got up precipitously enough to give it a kick which sent it miaowling from the cabin. Osterbridge, vastly pleased to see his green parakeet again, was wreathed in smiles.\n\n\"Ah, now!\" he exclaimed, holding out a condescending finger, \"Petit Monsieur back again! How too simply enchanting! Just when poor Osterbridge was so bored and had no one to talk to! Well, my pretty -- \" and both Osterbridge and the parakeet cocked their heads at one another -- <|Q|>\"and where have you been, I wonder?\"<|Q|>\n\nOsterbridge examined the little bird perched on his finger and his eyes were thoughtful. \"It is true, you have a tiny mark at the side of your jaw -- if parakeets have jaws, my friend. But there is no such thing as magic. Not the kind of magic whereby a human can be something else!\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_16": "\u201cNever mentioned her in connection with Quint?\u201d\n\nShe saw, visibly flushing, where I was coming out. <|Q|>\u201cWell, he didn\u2019t show anything. He denied,\u201d<|Q|> she repeated; \u201che denied.\u201d\n\nLord, how I pressed her now! \u201cSo that you could see he knew what was between the two wretches?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_26": "\u201d He went up to the table and took her hands away from the flowers, drying them with his pocket handkerchief. \u201cThey\u2019ve been awfully happy ones, all of them, haven\u2019t they?\u201d He took her in his arms and bent back, lifting her a little and giving her a long kiss. \u201cYou are happy, aren\u2019t you Winifred? More than anything else in the world, I want you to be happy. Sometimes, of late, I\u2019ve thought you looked as if you were troubled.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo; it\u2019s only when you are troubled and harassed that I feel worried, Bartley. I wish you always seemed as you do to-night. But you don\u2019t, always.\u201d<|Q|> She looked earnestly and inquiringly into his eyes.\n\nAlexander took her two hands from his shoulders and swung them back and forth in his own, laughing his big blond laugh.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_7": "\"Haw yourself!\" returned Osterbridge in high good humor. He leaned back in his chair.\n\n\"Now, all this is a most engaging train of thought,\" he pursued. <|Q|>\"If I could change myself, what should I be?\"<|Q|>\n\nHe fell to musing, and as he did so the dreaded shadow Chris had anticipated fell across the doorway. A moment later Claggett Chew, limping from an old wound and a newly received bruise, stood in the entrance.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_5": "He looked fondly at the bird and the bird looked back at him, daring to open its beak and emit a small but clear \"Haw!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Haw yourself!\"<|Q|> returned Osterbridge in high good humor. He leaned back in his chair.\n\n\"Now, all this is a most engaging train of thought,\" he pursued. \"If I could change myself, what should I be?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_6": "\"Haw yourself!\" returned Osterbridge in high good humor. He leaned back in his chair.\n\n<|Q|>\"Now, all this is a most engaging train of thought,\"<|Q|> he pursued. \"If I could change myself, what should I be?\"\n\nHe fell to musing, and as he did so the dreaded shadow Chris had anticipated fell across the doorway. A moment later Claggett Chew, limping from an old wound and a newly received bruise, stood in the entrance.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_9": "He fell to musing, and as he did so the dreaded shadow Chris had anticipated fell across the doorway. A moment later Claggett Chew, limping from an old wound and a newly received bruise, stood in the entrance.\n\nOsterbridge Hawsey yawned. \"Ah -- there you are at last, Claggett,\" he said, <|Q|>\"Battle all over? It still sounds rather ferocious, to me. But of course I am no expert. Heaven forbid!\"<|Q|> Osterbridge ended, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling with his vague smile.\n\nAs Claggett Chew did not reply, Osterbridge looked back at him. The pirate's eyes were fixed on the parakeet, and his twitching fingers played with the steel-tipped whip. Claggett Chew's voice when it came was as sharp and as cold as a dagger in a dead man.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_20": "\u201cI don\u2019t know \u2014 I don\u2019t know!\u201d the poor woman groaned.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou do know, you dear thing,\u201d<|Q|> I replied; \u201conly you haven\u2019t my dreadful boldness of mind, and you keep back, out of timidity and modesty and delicacy, even the impression that, in the past, when you had, without my aid, to flounder about in silence, most of all made you miserable. But I shall get it out of you yet! There was something in the boy that suggested to you,\u201d I continued, \u201cthat he covered and concealed their relation.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, he couldn\u2019t prevent \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_10": "As Claggett Chew did not reply, Osterbridge looked back at him. The pirate's eyes were fixed on the parakeet, and his twitching fingers played with the steel-tipped whip. Claggett Chew's voice when it came was as sharp and as cold as a dagger in a dead man.\n\n<|Q|>\"I will have that bird, Osterbridge,\"<|Q|> he said.\n\nOsterbridge's expression did not change but his eyes did, and they became almost as icy as Claggett Chew's.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_22": "\u201d the poor woman groaned.\n\n\u201cYou do know, you dear thing,\u201d I replied; \u201conly you haven\u2019t my dreadful boldness of mind, and you keep back, out of timidity and modesty and delicacy, even the impression that, in the past, when you had, without my aid, to flounder about in silence, most of all made you miserable. But I shall get it out of you yet! There was something in the boy that suggested to you,\u201d I continued, <|Q|>\u201cthat he covered and concealed their relation.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, he couldn\u2019t prevent \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_12": "Osterbridge's expression did not change but his eyes did, and they became almost as icy as Claggett Chew's.\n\n\"Oh no, you will not, Claggett,\" he said, and his high-pitched voice managed to be saturated with sarcasm. <|Q|>\"This is the one thing that is keeping me from unutterable boredom, while you go into your interminable fight.\"<|Q|> He paused to give Claggett Chew a cutting look. \"You know how I feel about piracy -- too terribly degrading, though I can see it has its excitement and rewards. But it is unnecessary -- \"\n\nClaggett Chew's eyes had a way of not blinking. They held a crocodile fixity. His tone, when he spoke again, did not vary. \"I am not a trader, Osterbridge. Nor shall I bandy words with you on this subject. Give me that bird, or I shall take it from you!\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_24": "\u201cOh, he couldn\u2019t prevent \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cYour learning the truth? I daresay! But, heavens,\u201d I fell, with vehemence, athinking, <|Q|>\u201cwhat it shows that they must, to that extent, have succeeded in making of him!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh, nothing that\u2019s not nice now!\u201d Mrs. Grose lugubriously pleaded.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_23": "\u201cOh, he couldn\u2019t prevent \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYour learning the truth? I daresay! But, heavens,\u201d<|Q|> I fell, with vehemence, athinking, \u201cwhat it shows that they must, to that extent, have succeeded in making of him!\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, nothing that\u2019s not nice now!\u201d Mrs. Grose lugubriously pleaded.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_25": "\u201cYour learning the truth? I daresay! But, heavens,\u201d I fell, with vehemence, athinking, \u201cwhat it shows that they must, to that extent, have succeeded in making of him!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh, nothing that\u2019s not nice now!\u201d<|Q|> Mrs. Grose lugubriously pleaded.\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t wonder you looked queer,\u201d I persisted, \u201cwhen I mentioned to you the letter from his school!\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_16": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"Kindly leave the room, Claggett,\"<|Q|> he went on, in too quiet a voice to be otherwise than poisonous, \"until you are more yourself. Your conduct and tone are unbecoming to a gentleman,\" Osterbridge said, with his head held high in disdainful dignity.\n\nThey were an extraordinary sight. The shaven-headed, clay-faced pirate looming so high and so huge in the doorway that he filled it altogether, his clothes torn, filthy and stained from the battle and from careless weeks at sea. His companion was a travesty of his onetime elegance, dirty lace ruffles spotted by forgotten meals, his velvet coat marked by chairbacks and soiled from months of constant wear, his hair unwashed and sleazily caught back, no longer curled with a fine exactitude. Both men had been housed together for too long. Long ago they had exhausted all topics of conversation, their two difficult personalities had for months been festering, each at the sight of the other.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_15": "Osterbridge Hawsey rose with a slow grace from his chair, his hand curled gently but protectingly around his parakeet.\n\n\"Claggett,\" he said in his thin voice that cut now with the unexpected thinness of paper, <|Q|>\"I am sorry to say such a thing to you, but your fever during the weeks just past has undoubtedly altered your brain. You are a madman, Claggett.\"<|Q|> Osterbridge Hawsey removed himself with deliberation from the proximity of the doorway, placing himself on the other side of the cabin table over which hung the swinging lamp. He did not turn his back to Claggett Chew nor take his eyes from him.\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_1": "It was a dreadfully austere inquiry, but levity was not our note, and, at any rate, before the gray dawn admonished us to separate I had got my answer. What my friend had had in mind proved to be immensely to the purpose. It was neither more nor less than the circumstance that for a period of several months Quint and the boy had been perpetually together. It was in fact the very appropriate truth that she had ventured to criticize the propriety, to hint at the incongruity, of so close an alliance, and even to go so far on the subject as a frank overture to Miss Jessel. Miss Jessel had, with a most strange manner, requested her to mind her business, and the good woman had, on this, directly approached little Miles. What she had said to him, since I pressed, was that she liked to see young gentlemen not forget their station.\n\nI pressed again, of course, at this. <|Q|>\u201cYou reminded him that Quint was only a base menial?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAs you might say! And it was his answer, for one thing, that was bad.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_0": "Yet if I had not indulged, to prove there was nothing in it, in this review, I should have missed the two or three dim elements of comfort that still remained to me. I should not for instance have been able to asseverate to my friend that I was certain \u2014 which was so much to the good \u2014 that I at least had not betrayed myself. I should not have been prompted, by stress of need, by desperation of mind \u2014 I scarce know what to call it \u2014 to invoke such further aid to intelligence as might spring from pushing my colleague fairly to the wall. She had told me, bit by bit, under pressure, a great deal; but a small shifty spot on the wrong side of it all still sometimes brushed my brow like the wing of a bat; and I remember how on this occasion \u2014 for the sleeping house and the concentration alike of our danger and our watch seemed to help \u2014 I felt the importance of giving the last jerk to the curtain. <|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t believe anything so horrible,\u201d<|Q|> I recollect saying; \u201cno, let us put it definitely, my dear, that I don\u2019t. But if I did, you know, there\u2019s a thing I should require now, just without sparing you the least bit more \u2014 oh, not a scrap, come! \u2014 to get out of you. What was it you had in mind when, in our distress, before Miles came back, over the letter from his school, you said, under my insistence, that you didn\u2019t pretend for him that he had not literally ever been \u2018bad\u2019? He has not literally \u2018ever,\u2019 in these weeks that I myself have lived with him and so closely watched him; he has been an imperturbable little prodigy of delightful, lovable goodness. Therefore you might perfectly have made the claim for him if you had not, as it happened, seen an exception to take. What was your exception, and to what passage in your personal observation of him did you refer?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_2": "I pressed again, of course, at this. \u201cYou reminded him that Quint was only a base menial?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAs you might say! And it was his answer, for one thing, that was bad.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd for another thing?\u201d I waited. \u201cHe repeated your words to Quint?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_3": "\u201cAs you might say! And it was his answer, for one thing, that was bad.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd for another thing?\u201d<|Q|> I waited. \u201cHe repeated your words to Quint?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, not that. It\u2019s just what he wouldn\u2019t!\u201d she could still impress upon me. \u201cI was sure, at any rate,\u201d she added, \u201cthat he didn\u2019t. But he denied certain occasions.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_4": "\u201cAs you might say! And it was his answer, for one thing, that was bad.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd for another thing?\u201d I waited. <|Q|>\u201cHe repeated your words to Quint?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, not that. It\u2019s just what he wouldn\u2019t!\u201d she could still impress upon me. \u201cI was sure, at any rate,\u201d she added, \u201cthat he didn\u2019t. But he denied certain occasions.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_5": "\u201cAnd for another thing?\u201d I waited. \u201cHe repeated your words to Quint?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, not that. It\u2019s just what he wouldn\u2019t!\u201d<|Q|> she could still impress upon me. \u201cI was sure, at any rate,\u201d she added, \u201cthat he didn\u2019t. But he denied certain occasions.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat occasions?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_6": "\u201cAnd for another thing?\u201d I waited. \u201cHe repeated your words to Quint?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, not that. It\u2019s just what he wouldn\u2019t!\u201d she could still impress upon me. <|Q|>\u201cI was sure, at any rate,\u201d<|Q|> she added, \u201cthat he didn\u2019t. But he denied certain occasions.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat occasions?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_31": "\u201cI doubt if I looked as queer as you!\u201d she retorted with homely force. \u201cAnd if he was so bad then as that comes to, how is he such an angel now?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, indeed \u2014 and if he was a fiend at school! How, how, how? Well,\u201d I said in my torment, <|Q|>\u201cyou must put it to me again, but I shall not be able to tell you for some days. Only, put it to me again!\u201d<|Q|> I cried in a way that made my friend stare. \u201cThere are directions in which I must not for the present let myself go.\u201d Meanwhile I returned to her first example \u2014 the one to which she had just previously referred \u2014 of the boy\u2019s happy capacity for an occasional slip. \u201cIf Quint \u2014 on your remonstrance at the time you speak of \u2014 was a base menial, one of the things Miles said to you, I find myself guessing, was that you were another.\u201d Again her admission was so adequate that I continued:", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_8": "\u201cNo, not that. It\u2019s just what he wouldn\u2019t!\u201d she could still impress upon me. \u201cI was sure, at any rate,\u201d she added, \u201cthat he didn\u2019t. But he denied certain occasions.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat occasions?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhen they had been about together quite as if Quint were his tutor \u2014 and a very grand one \u2014 and Miss Jessel only for the little lady. When he had gone off with the fellow, I mean, and spent hours with him.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_9": "\u201cWhat occasions?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhen they had been about together quite as if Quint were his tutor \u2014 and a very grand one \u2014 and Miss Jessel only for the little lady. When he had gone off with the fellow, I mean, and spent hours with him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHe then prevaricated about it \u2014 he said he hadn\u2019t?\u201d Her assent was clear enough to cause me to add in a moment: \u201cI see. He lied.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_38": "\u201cMiss Flora was with the woman. It suited them all!\u201d\n\nIt suited me, too, I felt, only too well; by which I mean that it suited exactly the particularly deadly view I was in the very act of forbidding myself to entertain. But I so far succeeded in checking the expression of this view that I will throw, just here, no further light on it than may be offered by the mention of my final observation to Mrs. Grose. <|Q|>\u201cHis having lied and been impudent are, I confess, less engaging specimens than I had hoped to have from you of the outbreak in him of the little natural man. Still,\u201d<|Q|> I mused, \u201cThey must do, for they make me feel more than ever that I must watch.\u201d\n\nIt made me blush, the next minute, to see in my friend\u2019s face how much more unreservedly she had forgiven him than her anecdote struck me as presenting to my own tenderness an occasion for doing. This came out when, at the schoolroom door, she quitted me. \u201cSurely you don\u2019t accuse him \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_37": "\u201cOh, yes!\u201d And we exchanged there, in the stillness, a sound of the oddest amusement. Then I went on: \u201cAt all events, while he was with the man \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMiss Flora was with the woman. It suited them all!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt suited me, too, I felt, only too well; by which I mean that it suited exactly the particularly deadly view I was in the very act of forbidding myself to entertain. But I so far succeeded in checking the expression of this view that I will throw, just here, no further light on it than may be offered by the mention of my final observation to Mrs. Grose. \u201cHis having lied and been impudent are, I confess, less engaging specimens than I had hoped to have from you of the outbreak in him of the little natural man. Still", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_0": "Immediately after dinner that evening, Leslie ran up to her room to make preparations for her visit to East Hall.\n\n\u201cCome, Annie,\u201d she said to Miss Colchester, who was standing with her face to the window and her back to Leslie, <|Q|>\u201chad you not better wrap a shawl about you; it is time to be off.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI\u2019m not coming,\u201d said Annie.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_12": "\u201cHe then prevaricated about it \u2014 he said he hadn\u2019t?\u201d Her assent was clear enough to cause me to add in a moment: \u201cI see. He lied.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh!\u201d Mrs. Grose mumbled. This was a suggestion that it didn\u2019t matter; which indeed she backed up by a further remark. <|Q|>\u201cYou see, after all, Miss Jessel didn\u2019t mind. She didn\u2019t forbid him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI considered. \u201cDid he put that to you as a justification?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_14": "I considered. \u201cDid he put that to you as a justification?\u201d\n\nAt this she dropped again. <|Q|>\u201cNo, he never spoke of it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNever mentioned her in connection with Quint?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_3": "\"Ah, now!\" he exclaimed, holding out a condescending finger, \"Petit Monsieur back again! How too simply enchanting! Just when poor Osterbridge was so bored and had no one to talk to! Well, my pretty -- \" and both Osterbridge and the parakeet cocked their heads at one another -- \"and where have you been, I wonder?\"\n\nOsterbridge examined the little bird perched on his finger and his eyes were thoughtful. <|Q|>\"It is true, you have a tiny mark at the side of your jaw -- if parakeets have jaws, my friend. But there is no such thing as magic. Not the kind of magic whereby a human can be something else!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe broke into peals of high laughter. \"What a joke if it were possible! Now what could I be, eh?\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_15": "At this she dropped again. \u201cNo, he never spoke of it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNever mentioned her in connection with Quint?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe saw, visibly flushing, where I was coming out. \u201cWell, he didn\u2019t show anything. He denied,\u201d she repeated; \u201che denied.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_17": "\u201cNever mentioned her in connection with Quint?\u201d\n\nShe saw, visibly flushing, where I was coming out. \u201cWell, he didn\u2019t show anything. He denied,\u201d she repeated; <|Q|>\u201che denied.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nLord, how I pressed her now! \u201cSo that you could see he knew what was between the two wretches?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_7": "\u201cHow dare you interfere?\u201d she said, her eyes flashing. \u201cYou are to go, and say nothing about me. Because you happen to be my roomfellow, are you to control my actions? I am longing for you to leave the room. You don\u2019t know what a trial it is for me to have you here. Why will you keep on prying, and fussing, and interfering. I want to be alone \u2014 go!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI know you don\u2019t quite mean what you say,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie; \u201cbut of course if you really wish me \u2014 \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cBefore you came I had liberty,\u201d interrupted Annie. \u201cYou fret me beyond endurance. Since you came I feel myself tied and bound. Yes; you annoy me more than words can tell.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_18": "She saw, visibly flushing, where I was coming out. \u201cWell, he didn\u2019t show anything. He denied,\u201d she repeated; \u201che denied.\u201d\n\nLord, how I pressed her now! <|Q|>\u201cSo that you could see he knew what was between the two wretches?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know \u2014 I don\u2019t know!\u201d the poor woman groaned.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_8": "\u201cI know you don\u2019t quite mean what you say,\u201d said Leslie; \u201cbut of course if you really wish me \u2014 \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBefore you came I had liberty,\u201d<|Q|> interrupted Annie. \u201cYou fret me beyond endurance. Since you came I feel myself tied and bound. Yes; you annoy me more than words can tell.\u201d\n\nLeslie walked to her own side of the room. She had taken a deep interest in Annie; and Annie\u2019s words cut her to the heart.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_8": "He fell to musing, and as he did so the dreaded shadow Chris had anticipated fell across the doorway. A moment later Claggett Chew, limping from an old wound and a newly received bruise, stood in the entrance.\n\nOsterbridge Hawsey yawned. <|Q|>\"Ah -- there you are at last, Claggett,\"<|Q|> he said, \"Battle all over? It still sounds rather ferocious, to me. But of course I am no expert. Heaven forbid!\" Osterbridge ended, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling with his vague smile.\n\nAs Claggett Chew did not reply, Osterbridge looked back at him. The pirate's eyes were fixed on the parakeet, and his twitching fingers played with the steel-tipped whip. Claggett Chew's voice when it came was as sharp and as cold as a dagger in a dead man.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_11": "Leslie walked to her own side of the room. She had taken a deep interest in Annie; and Annie\u2019s words cut her to the heart.\n\n\u201cI am quite sure it is because she is so unhappy,\u201d she thought. <|Q|>\u201cShe does not know what she is saying. I ought not to mind her \u2014 I mean I ought not to be really hurt; but there is nothing for it but to leave her for the present.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWrapping a pretty blue shawl round her head and shoulders, she turned to Annie. \u201cGood-by,\u201d she said; \u201cis there not any message you would like me to take, Annie?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_10": "Leslie walked to her own side of the room. She had taken a deep interest in Annie; and Annie\u2019s words cut her to the heart.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI am quite sure it is because she is so unhappy,\u201d<|Q|> she thought. \u201cShe does not know what she is saying. I ought not to mind her \u2014 I mean I ought not to be really hurt; but there is nothing for it but to leave her for the present.\u201d\n\nWrapping a pretty blue shawl round her head and shoulders, she turned to Annie. \u201cGood-by,\u201d she said; \u201cis there not any message you would like me to take, Annie?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_26": "\u201cAh, nothing that\u2019s not nice now!\u201d Mrs. Grose lugubriously pleaded.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t wonder you looked queer,\u201d<|Q|> I persisted, \u201cwhen I mentioned to you the letter from his school!\u201d\n\n\u201cI doubt if I looked as queer as you!\u201d she retorted with homely force. \u201cAnd if he was so bad then as that comes to, how is he such an angel now?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_17": "[Illustration]\n\n\"Kindly leave the room, Claggett,\" he went on, in too quiet a voice to be otherwise than poisonous, <|Q|>\"until you are more yourself. Your conduct and tone are unbecoming to a gentleman,\"<|Q|> Osterbridge said, with his head held high in disdainful dignity.\n\nThey were an extraordinary sight. The shaven-headed, clay-faced pirate looming so high and so huge in the doorway that he filled it altogether, his clothes torn, filthy and stained from the battle and from careless weeks at sea. His companion was a travesty of his onetime elegance, dirty lace ruffles spotted by forgotten meals, his velvet coat marked by chairbacks and soiled from months of constant wear, his hair unwashed and sleazily caught back, no longer curled with a fine exactitude. Both men had been housed together for too long. Long ago they had exhausted all topics of conversation, their two difficult personalities had for months been festering, each at the sight of the other.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_28": "\u201cI don\u2019t wonder you looked queer,\u201d I persisted, \u201cwhen I mentioned to you the letter from his school!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI doubt if I looked as queer as you!\u201d<|Q|> she retorted with homely force. \u201cAnd if he was so bad then as that comes to, how is he such an angel now?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, indeed \u2014 and if he was a fiend at school! How, how, how? Well,\u201d I said in my torment, \u201cyou must put it to me again, but I shall not be able to tell you for some days. Only, put it to me again!\u201d I cried in a way that made my friend stare. \u201cThere are directions in which I must not for the present let myself go", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_27": "\u201cAh, nothing that\u2019s not nice now!\u201d Mrs. Grose lugubriously pleaded.\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t wonder you looked queer,\u201d I persisted, <|Q|>\u201cwhen I mentioned to you the letter from his school!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI doubt if I looked as queer as you!\u201d she retorted with homely force. \u201cAnd if he was so bad then as that comes to, how is he such an angel now?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_29": "\u201cI don\u2019t wonder you looked queer,\u201d I persisted, \u201cwhen I mentioned to you the letter from his school!\u201d\n\n\u201cI doubt if I looked as queer as you!\u201d she retorted with homely force. <|Q|>\u201cAnd if he was so bad then as that comes to, how is he such an angel now?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, indeed \u2014 and if he was a fiend at school! How, how, how? Well,\u201d I said in my torment, \u201cyou must put it to me again, but I shall not be able to tell you for some days. Only, put it to me again!\u201d I cried in a way that made my friend stare. \u201cThere are directions in which I must not for the present let myself go.\u201d Meanwhile I returned to her first example \u2014 the one to which she had just previously referred \u2014 of the boy\u2019s happy capacity for an occasional slip.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_18": "The unexpected words of spirit caused Annie to become a little less rude.\n\n\u201cOh, I won\u2019t lock you out,\u201d she said; <|Q|>\u201cbut I must have the key. Please find it before you go.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nJane Heriot\u2019s voice was heard in the passage.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_32": "\u201cI doubt if I looked as queer as you!\u201d she retorted with homely force. \u201cAnd if he was so bad then as that comes to, how is he such an angel now?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, indeed \u2014 and if he was a fiend at school! How, how, how? Well,\u201d I said in my torment, \u201cyou must put it to me again, but I shall not be able to tell you for some days. Only, put it to me again!\u201d I cried in a way that made my friend stare. <|Q|>\u201cThere are directions in which I must not for the present let myself go.\u201d<|Q|> Meanwhile I returned to her first example \u2014 the one to which she had just previously referred \u2014 of the boy\u2019s happy capacity for an occasional slip. \u201cIf Quint \u2014 on your remonstrance at the time you speak of \u2014 was a base menial, one of the things Miles said to you, I find myself guessing, was that you were another.\u201d Again her admission was so adequate that I continued: \u201cAnd you forgave him that?\u201d\n\n\u201cWouldn\u2019t you?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_35": "\u201cThere are directions in which I must not for the present let myself go.\u201d Meanwhile I returned to her first example \u2014 the one to which she had just previously referred \u2014 of the boy\u2019s happy capacity for an occasional slip. \u201cIf Quint \u2014 on your remonstrance at the time you speak of \u2014 was a base menial, one of the things Miles said to you, I find myself guessing, was that you were another.\u201d Again her admission was so adequate that I continued: \u201cAnd you forgave him that?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWouldn\u2019t you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, yes!\u201d And we exchanged there, in the stillness, a sound of the oddest amusement. Then I went on: \u201cAt all events, while he was with the man \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_36": "\u201cWouldn\u2019t you?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, yes!\u201d<|Q|> And we exchanged there, in the stillness, a sound of the oddest amusement. Then I went on: \u201cAt all events, while he was with the man \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cMiss Flora was with the woman. It suited them all!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_33": "\u201cYes, indeed \u2014 and if he was a fiend at school! How, how, how? Well,\u201d I said in my torment, \u201cyou must put it to me again, but I shall not be able to tell you for some days. Only, put it to me again!\u201d I cried in a way that made my friend stare. \u201cThere are directions in which I must not for the present let myself go.\u201d Meanwhile I returned to her first example \u2014 the one to which she had just previously referred \u2014 of the boy\u2019s happy capacity for an occasional slip. <|Q|>\u201cIf Quint \u2014 on your remonstrance at the time you speak of \u2014 was a base menial, one of the things Miles said to you, I find myself guessing, was that you were another.\u201d<|Q|> Again her admission was so adequate that I continued: \u201cAnd you forgave him that?\u201d\n\n\u201cWouldn\u2019t you?\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_23": "\u201cOh, I won\u2019t press you,\u201d replied Jane.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAfter all, perhaps you ought to know, Jane. I am unhappy about Annie Colchester.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, my dear,\u201d said Jane, \u201cif you begin to fret about the oddities of the college you will never know a moment\u2019s peace. I am told that that extraordinary and most unpleasant girl, Belle Acheson, has begun to take to you. Now don\u2019t, I beg of you, get into her set.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_19": "\u201cOh, I was in London about ten days in the summer. Went to escape the hot weather more than anything else. I shan\u2019t be gone more than a month this time. Winifred and I have been up in Canada for most of the autumn. That Moorlock Bridge is on my back all the time. I never had so much trouble with a job before.\u201d Alexander moved about restlessly and fell to poking the fire.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHaven\u2019t I seen in the papers that there is some trouble about a tidewater bridge of yours in New Jersey?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, that doesn\u2019t amount to anything. It\u2019s held up by a steel strike. A bother, of course, but the sort of thing one is always having to put up with. But the Moorlock Bridge is a continual anxiety. You see, the truth is, we are having to build pretty well to the strain limit up there. They\u2019ve crowded me too much on the cost. It\u2019s all very well if everything goes well, but these estimates have never been used for anything of such length before. However, there\u2019s nothing to be done. They hold me to the scale I\u2019ve used in shorter bridges. The last thing a bridge commission cares about is the kind of bridge you build.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_11": "\u201cWhen they had been about together quite as if Quint were his tutor \u2014 and a very grand one \u2014 and Miss Jessel only for the little lady. When he had gone off with the fellow, I mean, and spent hours with him.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe then prevaricated about it \u2014 he said he hadn\u2019t?\u201d Her assent was clear enough to cause me to add in a moment: <|Q|>\u201cI see. He lied.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh!\u201d Mrs. Grose mumbled. This was a suggestion that it didn\u2019t matter; which indeed she backed up by a further remark. \u201cYou see, after all, Miss Jessel didn\u2019t mind. She didn\u2019t forbid him.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_27": "\u201cOh, I shall never do that,\u201d replied Leslie. \u201cI don\u2019t want,\u201d she added, \u201cto get into any set: but I do wish to be kind to Belle, for I think she has good points in her. You see, all the girls except Eileen and Marjorie laugh at her, and that seems to me to make her worse.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t quite go the length of laughing at her,\u201d<|Q|> said Jane in a thoughtful voice. \u201cBut there, you are one of the \u2018unco good,\u2019 I am afraid.\u201d\n\n\u201cPlease don\u2019t call me that,\u201d said Leslie, tears now visiting her pretty eyes.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_10": "\u201cWhen they had been about together quite as if Quint were his tutor \u2014 and a very grand one \u2014 and Miss Jessel only for the little lady. When he had gone off with the fellow, I mean, and spent hours with him.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe then prevaricated about it \u2014 he said he hadn\u2019t?\u201d<|Q|> Her assent was clear enough to cause me to add in a moment: \u201cI see. He lied.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh!\u201d Mrs. Grose mumbled. This was a suggestion that it didn\u2019t matter; which indeed she backed up by a further remark. \u201cYou see, after all, Miss Jessel didn\u2019t mind. She didn\u2019t forbid him.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_2": "\u201cNot coming? But you must. You know it is not only a request; it is an order from Miss Lauderdale. Every student is to be in East Hall at half-past eight.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter,\u201d replied Annie, <|Q|>\u201cwhether it is an order or not; I\u2019m not coming. Say nothing about me, please. I shall stay at home to-night.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut why? You will only get yourself into trouble, and there is surely no use in that. Oh, Annie, I know you are dreadfully unhappy about something, and I wish I could comfort you. Do \u2014 do let me.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_13": "\u201cOh!\u201d Mrs. Grose mumbled. This was a suggestion that it didn\u2019t matter; which indeed she backed up by a further remark. \u201cYou see, after all, Miss Jessel didn\u2019t mind. She didn\u2019t forbid him.\u201d\n\nI considered. <|Q|>\u201cDid he put that to you as a justification?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAt this she dropped again. \u201cNo, he never spoke of it.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_29": "\u201cI don\u2019t quite go the length of laughing at her,\u201d said Jane in a thoughtful voice. \u201cBut there, you are one of the \u2018unco good,\u2019 I am afraid.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPlease don\u2019t call me that,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie, tears now visiting her pretty eyes.\n\n\u201cOh, I would not say a word to hurt you,\u201d replied Jane, penitent on the spot. \u201cYou are quite the sweetest girl in the college, and so we all say. Now, listen; I am going to make a confession. There are times when I am a little jealous of you, for, you know, you are so wonderfully pretty, and you are so kind to everyone. They say too that you are exceedingly clever, and yet you have no jealousies and no smallnesses in you. You are a universal favorite; I envy you your popularity.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_3": "\u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter,\u201d replied Annie, \u201cwhether it is an order or not; I\u2019m not coming. Say nothing about me, please. I shall stay at home to-night.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut why? You will only get yourself into trouble, and there is surely no use in that. Oh, Annie, I know you are dreadfully unhappy about something, and I wish I could comfort you. Do \u2014 do let me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnnie Colchester now turned slowly round; she looked fixedly at Leslie. There was a strained expression in her eyes, as if she did not quite know what she was looking at. Leslie approached her, and touched her hand. It burned as if with fever.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_5": "Leslie had scarcely finished her sentence before Annie pushed her away.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow dare you interfere?\u201d<|Q|> she said, her eyes flashing. \u201cYou are to go, and say nothing about me. Because you happen to be my roomfellow, are you to control my actions? I am longing for you to leave the room. You don\u2019t know what a trial it is for me to have you here. Why will you keep on prying, and fussing, and interfering. I want to be alone \u2014 go!\u201d\n\n\u201cI know you don\u2019t quite mean what you say,\u201d said Leslie; \u201cbut of course if you really wish me \u2014 \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_35": "\u201cI don\u2019t know that I am at all what you say; but any girl ought to be popular and good who was brought up by a mother like mine,\u201d said Leslie with enthusiasm. \u201cSome day, Jane, you must see her. If you are in London during the summer, you must come and pay us a visit, will you?\u201d\n\n\u201cI shall be only too delighted,\u201d cried Jane. <|Q|>\u201cBut now, Leslie, what is the trouble? that is, if you care to confide in me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI believe poor Annie is dreadfully unhappy.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_6": "Leslie had scarcely finished her sentence before Annie pushed her away.\n\n\u201cHow dare you interfere?\u201d she said, her eyes flashing. <|Q|>\u201cYou are to go, and say nothing about me. Because you happen to be my roomfellow, are you to control my actions? I am longing for you to leave the room. You don\u2019t know what a trial it is for me to have you here. Why will you keep on prying, and fussing, and interfering. I want to be alone \u2014 go!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI know you don\u2019t quite mean what you say,\u201d said Leslie; \u201cbut of course if you really wish me \u2014 \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_19": "Lord, how I pressed her now! \u201cSo that you could see he knew what was between the two wretches?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t know \u2014 I don\u2019t know!\u201d<|Q|> the poor woman groaned.\n\n\u201cYou do know, you dear thing,\u201d I replied; \u201conly you haven\u2019t my dreadful boldness of mind, and you keep back, out of timidity and modesty and delicacy, even the impression that, in the past, when you had, without my aid, to flounder about in silence, most of all made you miserable. But I shall get it out of you yet! There was something in the boy that suggested to you,\u201d I continued,", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_37": "\u201cI believe poor Annie is dreadfully unhappy.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPoor dear, perhaps she is; but she ought to be on her way to East Hall by now. Miss Lauderdale will be very angry with anyone who does not attend.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s just it, Jane; that is what frightens me. She refuses to come.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_13": "\"This is the one thing that is keeping me from unutterable boredom, while you go into your interminable fight.\" He paused to give Claggett Chew a cutting look. \"You know how I feel about piracy -- too terribly degrading, though I can see it has its excitement and rewards. But it is unnecessary -- \"\n\nClaggett Chew's eyes had a way of not blinking. They held a crocodile fixity. His tone, when he spoke again, did not vary. <|Q|>\"I am not a trader, Osterbridge. Nor shall I bandy words with you on this subject. Give me that bird, or I shall take it from you!\"<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_05_cather_64kb_35": "Winifred laughed as she went over to the mirror and fitted the delicate springs to the lobes of her ears. \u201cOh, Bartley, that old foolishness about my being hard. It really hurts my feelings. But I must go down now. People are beginning to come.\u201d\n\nBartley drew her arm about his neck and went to the door with her. \u201cNot hard to me, Winifred,\u201d he whispered. <|Q|>\u201cNever, never hard to me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nLeft alone, he paced up and down his study. He was at home again, among all the dear familiar things that spoke to him of so many happy years. His house to-night would be full of charming people, who liked and admired him. Yet all the time, underneath his pleasure and hopefulness and satisfaction, he was conscious of the vibration of an unnatural excitement. Amid this light and warmth and friendliness, he sometimes started and shuddered, as if some one had stepped on his grave. Something had broken loose in him of which he knew nothing except that it was sullen and powerful, and that it wrung and tortured him. Sometimes it came upon him softly, in enervating reveries. Sometimes it battered him like the cannon rolling in the hold of the vessel. Always, now, it brought with it a sense of quickened life, of stimulating danger. To-night it came upon him suddenly, as he was walking the floor, after his wife left him. It seemed impossible; he could not believe it. He glanced entreatingly at the door, as if to call her back. He heard voices in the hall below, and knew that he must go down. Going over to the window, he looked out at the lights across the river. How could this happen here, in his own house, among the things he loved? What was it that reached in out of the darkness and thrilled him? As he stood there he had a feeling that he would never escape. He shut his eyes and pressed his forehead against the cold window glass, breathing in the chill that came through it. \u201cThat this,\u201d he groaned,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_33_dawson_64kb_11": "Osterbridge's expression did not change but his eyes did, and they became almost as icy as Claggett Chew's.\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh no, you will not, Claggett,\"<|Q|> he said, and his high-pitched voice managed to be saturated with sarcasm. \"This is the one thing that is keeping me from unutterable boredom, while you go into your interminable fight.\" He paused to give Claggett Chew a cutting look. \"You know how I feel about piracy -- too terribly degrading, though I can see it has its excitement and rewards. But it is unnecessary -- \"\n\nClaggett Chew's eyes had a way of not blinking. They held a crocodile fixity. His tone, when he spoke again, did not vary.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_12": "\u201cI am quite sure it is because she is so unhappy,\u201d she thought. \u201cShe does not know what she is saying. I ought not to mind her \u2014 I mean I ought not to be really hurt; but there is nothing for it but to leave her for the present.\u201d\n\nWrapping a pretty blue shawl round her head and shoulders, she turned to Annie. \u201cGood-by,\u201d she said; <|Q|>\u201cis there not any message you would like me to take, Annie?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNone; only go!\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_13": "Wrapping a pretty blue shawl round her head and shoulders, she turned to Annie. \u201cGood-by,\u201d she said; \u201cis there not any message you would like me to take, Annie?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNone; only go!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnnie stamped with her foot.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_15": "\u201cI took it out,\u201d said Leslie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTook it out! And why, may I ask? Have the goodness to find it and put it back.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut don\u2019t lock me out, please, Annie. You know on occasions you are absent-minded, and one-half of this room is mine when all\u2019s said and done. I pay for it, and I have a right to it.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_45": "\u201cI\u2019ll wait for you here,\u201d said Leslie. \u201cI have had the misfortune to irritate her a good deal during the last day or two, and you probably would have better success than I.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI won\u2019t keep you a moment,\u201d<|Q|> answered Jane. She turned back, ran down the corridor, and knocked at Annie\u2019s door.\n\n\u201cLet me come in, Annie,\u201d she called out. \u201cI am Jane Heriot; I want to speak to you at once. Let me in.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_14": "Leslie was just closing the door behind her, when Annie called after her.\n\n\u201cBy the way,\u201d she said; <|Q|>\u201cthere is no key in this lock; do you know where it is?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI took it out,\u201d said Leslie.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_17": "The unexpected words of spirit caused Annie to become a little less rude.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, I won\u2019t lock you out,\u201d<|Q|> she said; \u201cbut I must have the key. Please find it before you go.\u201d\n\nJane Heriot\u2019s voice was heard in the passage.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_48": "Still there was no response. Jane stooped, and applied her eye to the keyhole, but she could see nothing within. In despair she came back and joined Leslie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShe seems to have turned both deaf and dumb, and I can do nothing with her,\u201d<|Q|> she answered. \u201cIt is just possible that she may have gone down the back-stairs, and be already in the hall.\u201d\n\n\u201cScarcely likely,\u201d replied Leslie; \u201cshe told me she was determined not to come to the meeting. By the way, we ought to meet Marjorie and Eileen in the center hall.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_47": "Jane rattled the handle impatiently. It wanted but two minutes to the half-hour; already she and Leslie would be late.\n\n\u201cAren\u2019t you coming, Annie?\u201d she called out; <|Q|>\u201caren\u2019t you coming to East Hall in response to Miss Lauderdale\u2019s orders? You will get into a most awful scrape if you don\u2019t. Do come, Annie; don\u2019t be such a goose. Why, they may rusticate you. Do come, Annie, do!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nStill there was no response. Jane stooped, and applied her eye to the keyhole, but she could see nothing within. In despair she came back and joined Leslie.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_30": "\u201cI doubt if I looked as queer as you!\u201d she retorted with homely force. \u201cAnd if he was so bad then as that comes to, how is he such an angel now?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, indeed \u2014 and if he was a fiend at school! How, how, how? Well,\u201d<|Q|> I said in my torment, \u201cyou must put it to me again, but I shall not be able to tell you for some days. Only, put it to me again!\u201d I cried in a way that made my friend stare. \u201cThere are directions in which I must not for the present let myself go.\u201d Meanwhile I returned to her first example \u2014 the one to which she had just previously referred \u2014 of the boy\u2019s happy capacity for an occasional slip. \u201cIf Quint \u2014 on your remonstrance at the time you speak of \u2014 was a base menial, one of the things Miles said to you, I find myself guessing, was that you were another", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_50": "\u201cShe seems to have turned both deaf and dumb, and I can do nothing with her,\u201d she answered. \u201cIt is just possible that she may have gone down the back-stairs, and be already in the hall.\u201d\n\n\u201cScarcely likely,\u201d replied Leslie; <|Q|>\u201cshe told me she was determined not to come to the meeting. By the way, we ought to meet Marjorie and Eileen in the center hall.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBut Marjorie and Eileen had already departed, and Leslie and Jane found themselves among the last students to arrive at the great East Hall.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_21": "\u201cWhat is it, Leslie?\u201d she said; \u201cyou look as if something was worrying you.\u201d\n\n\u201cSomething is,\u201d replied Leslie, <|Q|>\u201cbut I don\u2019t know that I ought to tell tales out of school.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, I won\u2019t press you,\u201d replied Jane.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_49": "Still there was no response. Jane stooped, and applied her eye to the keyhole, but she could see nothing within. In despair she came back and joined Leslie.\n\n\u201cShe seems to have turned both deaf and dumb, and I can do nothing with her,\u201d she answered. <|Q|>\u201cIt is just possible that she may have gone down the back-stairs, and be already in the hall.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cScarcely likely,\u201d replied Leslie; \u201cshe told me she was determined not to come to the meeting. By the way, we ought to meet Marjorie and Eileen in the center hall.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_51": "Miss Lauderdale was standing with the other tutors and principals of the different halls on a raised platform. One by one the many students filed in and took their places. Then a roll-call was gone through by one of the tutors; the only absentee was Annie Colchester. No notice was taken of this at the time, and the proceedings of the evening were immediately begun. Miss Lauderdale stepped forward, and began to address the students. She said that the object of this gathering was to propose the beginning of a new departure in their lives and work. They were all, she was glad to know, acquiring knowledge; they were also becoming strong in body.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe physical part of your training, and also the mental part, are abundantly supplied in this great house of learning,\u201d<|Q|> she continued; \u201cbut the spiritual part, it seems to me, ought now to be strengthened. I want your whole threefold nature to get the best possible training while you are under my care, and I think that you girls of St. Wode\u2019s ought to take steps to keep the souls which God has given you, the undying souls, strong and in health.\u201d\n\n\u201cHear, hear! and once again, hear!\u201d suddenly said the sharp voice of Belle Acheson. She uttered her strange remark standing up. Marjorie and Eileen were close to her.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_25": "\u201cOh, my dear,\u201d said Jane, \u201cif you begin to fret about the oddities of the college you will never know a moment\u2019s peace. I am told that that extraordinary and most unpleasant girl, Belle Acheson, has begun to take to you. Now don\u2019t, I beg of you, get into her set.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, I shall never do that,\u201d<|Q|> replied Leslie. \u201cI don\u2019t want,\u201d she added, \u201cto get into any set: but I do wish to be kind to Belle, for I think she has good points in her. You see, all the girls except Eileen and Marjorie laugh at her, and that seems to me to make her worse.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t quite go the length of laughing at her,\u201d said Jane in a thoughtful voice. \u201cBut there, you are one of the \u2018unco good,\u2019 I am afraid.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_54": "\u201cHear, hear! and once again, hear!\u201d suddenly said the sharp voice of Belle Acheson. She uttered her strange remark standing up. Marjorie and Eileen were close to her.\n\n\u201cHear, hear!\u201d she repeated, continuing rapidly: <|Q|>\u201cit was but to-day, Miss Lauderdale, I was speaking of the miserable dead souls which most of the students of St. Wode\u2019s carry within their breasts.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHush! no more speaking in hall,\u201d said the voice of the indignant chairwoman. Miss Lauderdale, after a pause, during which her kind eyes were fixed on Belle\u2019s excited face, spoke:", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_39": "It suited me, too, I felt, only too well; by which I mean that it suited exactly the particularly deadly view I was in the very act of forbidding myself to entertain. But I so far succeeded in checking the expression of this view that I will throw, just here, no further light on it than may be offered by the mention of my final observation to Mrs. Grose. \u201cHis having lied and been impudent are, I confess, less engaging specimens than I had hoped to have from you of the outbreak in him of the little natural man. Still,\u201d I mused, <|Q|>\u201cThey must do, for they make me feel more than ever that I must watch.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt made me blush, the next minute, to see in my friend\u2019s face how much more unreservedly she had forgiven him than her anecdote struck me as presenting to my own tenderness an occasion for doing. This came out when, at the schoolroom door, she quitted me. \u201cSurely you don\u2019t accuse him \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_55": "\u201cHear, hear!\u201d she repeated, continuing rapidly: \u201cit was but to-day, Miss Lauderdale, I was speaking of the miserable dead souls which most of the students of St. Wode\u2019s carry within their breasts.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHush! no more speaking in hall,\u201d<|Q|> said the voice of the indignant chairwoman. Miss Lauderdale, after a pause, during which her kind eyes were fixed on Belle\u2019s excited face, spoke:\n\n\u201cI will talk with you, Belle Acheson, presently,\u201d she said. \u201cNow, please, don\u2019t interrupt again while I continue my short address. \u2014 I propose that the girls of St. Wode\u2019s \u2014 that is, those who choose to do so \u2014 should take up an extensive district of the poor in this large town of Wingfield. I have spoken to our rector on the subject, and he thinks that they could carry on a thorough work of supervision and of interest in the poor without endangering their own health in the very least. All those who choose to become members of our new league, which is to be called the Guild of St. Elizabeth, can do so. The names of proposed members are to be submitted to me before this day week. I will then more fully declare my plans, and show the girls who wish to join our league a programme which I hope they will approve of.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_30": "\u201cPlease don\u2019t call me that,\u201d said Leslie, tears now visiting her pretty eyes.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, I would not say a word to hurt you,\u201d<|Q|> replied Jane, penitent on the spot. \u201cYou are quite the sweetest girl in the college, and so we all say. Now, listen; I am going to make a confession. There are times when I am a little jealous of you, for, you know, you are so wonderfully pretty, and you are so kind to everyone. They say too that you are exceedingly clever, and yet you have no jealousies and no smallnesses in you. You are a universal favorite; I envy you your popularity.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_28": "\u201cOh, I shall never do that,\u201d replied Leslie. \u201cI don\u2019t want,\u201d she added, \u201cto get into any set: but I do wish to be kind to Belle, for I think she has good points in her. You see, all the girls except Eileen and Marjorie laugh at her, and that seems to me to make her worse.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t quite go the length of laughing at her,\u201d said Jane in a thoughtful voice. <|Q|>\u201cBut there, you are one of the \u2018unco good,\u2019 I am afraid.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cPlease don\u2019t call me that,\u201d said Leslie, tears now visiting her pretty eyes.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_33": "\u201cYou are quite the sweetest girl in the college, and so we all say. Now, listen; I am going to make a confession. There are times when I am a little jealous of you, for, you know, you are so wonderfully pretty, and you are so kind to everyone. They say too that you are exceedingly clever, and yet you have no jealousies and no smallnesses in you. You are a universal favorite; I envy you your popularity.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know that I am at all what you say; but any girl ought to be popular and good who was brought up by a mother like mine,\u201d said Leslie with enthusiasm. <|Q|>\u201cSome day, Jane, you must see her. If you are in London during the summer, you must come and pay us a visit, will you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI shall be only too delighted,\u201d cried Jane. \u201cBut now, Leslie, what is the trouble? that is, if you care to confide in me.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_34": "\u201cI don\u2019t know that I am at all what you say; but any girl ought to be popular and good who was brought up by a mother like mine,\u201d said Leslie with enthusiasm. \u201cSome day, Jane, you must see her. If you are in London during the summer, you must come and pay us a visit, will you?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI shall be only too delighted,\u201d<|Q|> cried Jane. \u201cBut now, Leslie, what is the trouble? that is, if you care to confide in me.\u201d\n\n\u201cI believe poor Annie is dreadfully unhappy.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_63": "\u201cI don\u2019t think she is quite well,\u201d replied Leslie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI see by your face, Miss Gilroy, that you are distressed about something. Are you keeping anything back?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI am afraid I am,\u201d replied Leslie, distress now in her tone.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_4": "Annie Colchester now turned slowly round; she looked fixedly at Leslie. There was a strained expression in her eyes, as if she did not quite know what she was looking at. Leslie approached her, and touched her hand. It burned as if with fever.\n\n\u201cYou are ill,\u201d said Leslie. <|Q|>\u201cI ought not to leave you. You ought to lie down and see a doctor. Do let me go and tell Miss Frere. I know your being ill will make all the difference.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nLeslie had scarcely finished her sentence before Annie pushed her away.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_36": "\u201cI shall be only too delighted,\u201d cried Jane. \u201cBut now, Leslie, what is the trouble? that is, if you care to confide in me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI believe poor Annie is dreadfully unhappy.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cPoor dear, perhaps she is; but she ought to be on her way to East Hall by now. Miss Lauderdale will be very angry with anyone who does not attend.\u201d", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_0": "When it was the Fifty-second Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Princess Abrizah said to the black slave Al-Ghazban, <|Q|>\"It remaineth for me only that I yield me to negro slaves, after having refused Kings and Braves!\"<|Q|> And she was wroth with him and cried, \"Woe to thee! what words are these thou sayest? Out on thee, and talk not thus in my presence and know that I will never consent to what thou sayest, though I drink the cup of death. Wait till I have cast my burden and am delivered of the after-birth, and then, if thou be able thereto, do with me as thou wilt; but, an thou leave not lewd talk at this time, assuredly I will slay myself with my own hand and quit the world and be at peace from all this", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_9": "\u201cI know you don\u2019t quite mean what you say,\u201d said Leslie; \u201cbut of course if you really wish me \u2014 \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cBefore you came I had liberty,\u201d interrupted Annie. <|Q|>\u201cYou fret me beyond endurance. Since you came I feel myself tied and bound. Yes; you annoy me more than words can tell.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nLeslie walked to her own side of the room. She had taken a deep interest in Annie; and Annie\u2019s words cut her to the heart.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_41": "\u201cRefuses to come?\u201d she cried. \u201cShe will get into an awful scrape.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI believe she is ill, and does not quite know what she is saying,\u201d<|Q|> continued Leslie. \u201cShe was very queer when I left her just now; that was why I was a little late. I felt her hand too, and it was very hot. I am sure she is ill. She works too hard, and she \u2014 \u2014 But there, I don\u2019t know that I ought to say any more.\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t say any more,\u201d cried Jane. \u201cI\u2019ll go back and speak to her. It is my duty to save her from getting into hopeless disgrace.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_39": "Jane stood still and faced Leslie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cRefuses to come?\u201d<|Q|> she cried. \u201cShe will get into an awful scrape.\u201d\n\n\u201cI believe she is ill, and does not quite know what she is saying,\u201d continued Leslie. \u201cShe was very queer when I left her just now; that was why I was a little late. I felt her hand too, and it was very hot. I am sure she is ill. She works too hard, and she \u2014 \u2014 But there, I don\u2019t know that I ought to say any more.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_40": "Jane stood still and faced Leslie.\n\n\u201cRefuses to come?\u201d she cried. <|Q|>\u201cShe will get into an awful scrape.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI believe she is ill, and does not quite know what she is saying,\u201d continued Leslie. \u201cShe was very queer when I left her just now; that was why I was a little late. I felt her hand too, and it was very hot. I am sure she is ill. She works too hard, and she \u2014 \u2014 But there, I don\u2019t know that I ought to say any more.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_43": "\u201cI believe she is ill, and does not quite know what she is saying,\u201d continued Leslie. \u201cShe was very queer when I left her just now; that was why I was a little late. I felt her hand too, and it was very hot. I am sure she is ill. She works too hard, and she \u2014 \u2014 But there, I don\u2019t know that I ought to say any more.\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t say any more,\u201d cried Jane. <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ll go back and speak to her. It is my duty to save her from getting into hopeless disgrace.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll wait for you here,\u201d said Leslie. \u201cI have had the misfortune to irritate her a good deal during the last day or two, and you probably would have better success than I.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_42": "\u201cRefuses to come?\u201d she cried. \u201cShe will get into an awful scrape.\u201d\n\n\u201cI believe she is ill, and does not quite know what she is saying,\u201d continued Leslie. <|Q|>\u201cShe was very queer when I left her just now; that was why I was a little late. I felt her hand too, and it was very hot. I am sure she is ill. She works too hard, and she \u2014 \u2014 But there, I don\u2019t know that I ought to say any more.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t say any more,\u201d cried Jane. \u201cI\u2019ll go back and speak to her. It is my duty to save her from getting into hopeless disgrace.\u201d", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_15": "\" When the Prince saw that the matter was postponed, he betook himself to his sister Nuzhat al-Zaman, whom he found standing at prayer. As soon as she had ended her devotions he said to her, \"I am dying with desire of pilgrimage to the Holy House of Allah at Meccah and to visit the tomb of the Prophet, upon whom be peace! I asked my father's leave, but he forbade me that, so I mean to take privily somewhat of money and set out on the pilgrimage without his knowledge.\" \"Allah upon thee,\" exclaimed she, <|Q|>\"take me with thee and deprive me not of visitation to the tomb of the Prophet, whom Allah bless and keep!\"<|Q|> And he answered, \"As soon as it is dark night, do thou come forth from this place, without telling any.\" Accordingly, when it was the middle of the night she arose and took somewhat of money and donned a man's habit; and she ceased not walking to the palace-gate, where she found Zau al-Makan with camels ready for marching. So he mounted and mounted her; and the two fared on till they were in the midst of the Iraki[FN#231] pilgrim-party, and they ceased not marching and Allah wrote safety for them, till they entered Meccah the Holy and stood upon Araf\u00e1t and performed the pilgrimage-rites. Then they made a visitation to the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and assain!) and thought to return with the pilgrims to their native land. But Zau al-Makan said to his sister,", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_44": "\u201cDon\u2019t say any more,\u201d cried Jane. \u201cI\u2019ll go back and speak to her. It is my duty to save her from getting into hopeless disgrace.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll wait for you here,\u201d said Leslie. <|Q|>\u201cI have had the misfortune to irritate her a good deal during the last day or two, and you probably would have better success than I.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI won\u2019t keep you a moment,\u201d answered Jane. She turned back, ran down the corridor, and knocked at Annie\u2019s door.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_17": "\" Accordingly, when it was the middle of the night she arose and took somewhat of money and donned a man's habit; and she ceased not walking to the palace-gate, where she found Zau al-Makan with camels ready for marching. So he mounted and mounted her; and the two fared on till they were in the midst of the Iraki[FN#231] pilgrim-party, and they ceased not marching and Allah wrote safety for them, till they entered Meccah the Holy and stood upon Araf\u00e1t and performed the pilgrimage-rites. Then they made a visitation to the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and assain!) and thought to return with the pilgrims to their native land. But Zau al-Makan said to his sister, <|Q|>\"O my sister, it is in my mind to visit the Holy House,[FN#232] Jerusalem, and Abraham the Friend of Allah[FN#233] (on whom be peace!).\"<|Q|> \"I also desire so to do,\" replied she. So they agreed upon this and he fared forth and took passage for himself and her and they made ready and set out in the ship with a company of Jerusalem palmers. That very night the sister fell sick of an aguish chill, and was grievously ill but presently recovered, after which the brother also sickened. She tended him during his malady and they ceased not wayfaring till they arrived at Jerusalem, but the fever increased on him and he grew weaker and weaker. They alighted at a Khan and there hired a lodging; but Zau al- Makan's sickness ceased not to increase on him, till he was wasted with leanness and became delirious. At this, his sister was greatly afflicted and exclaimed,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_18": "\" Accordingly, when it was the middle of the night she arose and took somewhat of money and donned a man's habit; and she ceased not walking to the palace-gate, where she found Zau al-Makan with camels ready for marching. So he mounted and mounted her; and the two fared on till they were in the midst of the Iraki[FN#231] pilgrim-party, and they ceased not marching and Allah wrote safety for them, till they entered Meccah the Holy and stood upon Araf\u00e1t and performed the pilgrimage-rites. Then they made a visitation to the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and assain!) and thought to return with the pilgrims to their native land. But Zau al-Makan said to his sister, \"O my sister, it is in my mind to visit the Holy House,[FN#232] Jerusalem, and Abraham the Friend of Allah[FN#233] (on whom be peace!).\" <|Q|>\"I also desire so to do,\"<|Q|> replied she. So they agreed upon this and he fared forth and took passage for himself and her and they made ready and set out in the ship with a company of Jerusalem palmers. That very night the sister fell sick of an aguish chill, and was grievously ill but presently recovered, after which the brother also sickened. She tended him during his malady and they ceased not wayfaring till they arrived at Jerusalem, but the fever increased on him and he grew weaker and weaker. They alighted at a Khan and there hired a lodging; but Zau al- Makan's sickness ceased not to increase on him, till he was wasted with leanness and became delirious. At this, his sister was greatly afflicted and exclaimed,", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_20": "Jane came up.\n\n\u201cWhat is it, Leslie?\u201d she said; <|Q|>\u201cyou look as if something was worrying you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSomething is,\u201d replied Leslie, \u201cbut I don\u2019t know that I ought to tell tales out of school.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_22": "\u201cSomething is,\u201d replied Leslie, \u201cbut I don\u2019t know that I ought to tell tales out of school.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, I won\u2019t press you,\u201d<|Q|> replied Jane.\n\n\u201cAfter all, perhaps you ought to know, Jane. I am unhappy about Annie Colchester.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_08_james_64kb_34": "\u201d I cried in a way that made my friend stare. \u201cThere are directions in which I must not for the present let myself go.\u201d Meanwhile I returned to her first example \u2014 the one to which she had just previously referred \u2014 of the boy\u2019s happy capacity for an occasional slip. \u201cIf Quint \u2014 on your remonstrance at the time you speak of \u2014 was a base menial, one of the things Miles said to you, I find myself guessing, was that you were another.\u201d Again her admission was so adequate that I continued: <|Q|>\u201cAnd you forgave him that?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWouldn\u2019t you?\u201d", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_22": "\" They sojourned in that place awhile, his weakness ever increasing and she attending him and buying necessaries for him and for herself, till all the money she had was expended and she became so poor that she had not so much as a dirham left. Then she sent a servant of the Khan to the bazar with some of her clothes, and he sold them; and she spent the price upon her brother; then sold she something more and she ceased not selling all she had, piece by piece, till nothing was left but an old rug. Whereupon she wept and exclaimed, \"Verily is Allah the Orderer of the past and the future!\" Presently her brother said to her, \"O my sister, I feel recovery drawing near and my heart longeth for a little roast meat.\" <|Q|>\"By Allah! O my brother,\"<|Q|> replied she, \"I have no face to beg; but To-morrow I will enter some rich man's house and serve him and earn somewhat for our living.\" Then she bethought herself awhile and said, \"Of a truth 'tis hard for me to leave thee and thou in this state, but I must despite myself!\" He rejoined, \"Allah forbid! Thou wilt be put to shame; but there is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah!\" And he wept and she wept too. Then she said,", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_52": "Miss Lauderdale was standing with the other tutors and principals of the different halls on a raised platform. One by one the many students filed in and took their places. Then a roll-call was gone through by one of the tutors; the only absentee was Annie Colchester. No notice was taken of this at the time, and the proceedings of the evening were immediately begun. Miss Lauderdale stepped forward, and began to address the students. She said that the object of this gathering was to propose the beginning of a new departure in their lives and work. They were all, she was glad to know, acquiring knowledge; they were also becoming strong in body.\n\n\u201cThe physical part of your training, and also the mental part, are abundantly supplied in this great house of learning,\u201d she continued; <|Q|>\u201cbut the spiritual part, it seems to me, ought now to be strengthened. I want your whole threefold nature to get the best possible training while you are under my care, and I think that you girls of St. Wode\u2019s ought to take steps to keep the souls which God has given you, the undying souls, strong and in health.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHear, hear! and once again, hear!\u201d suddenly said the sharp voice of Belle Acheson. She uttered her strange remark standing up. Marjorie and Eileen were close to her.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_53": "\u201cThe physical part of your training, and also the mental part, are abundantly supplied in this great house of learning,\u201d she continued; \u201cbut the spiritual part, it seems to me, ought now to be strengthened. I want your whole threefold nature to get the best possible training while you are under my care, and I think that you girls of St. Wode\u2019s ought to take steps to keep the souls which God has given you, the undying souls, strong and in health.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHear, hear! and once again, hear!\u201d<|Q|> suddenly said the sharp voice of Belle Acheson. She uttered her strange remark standing up. Marjorie and Eileen were close to her.\n\n\u201cHear, hear!\u201d she repeated, continuing rapidly: \u201cit was but to-day, Miss Lauderdale, I was speaking of the miserable dead souls which most of the students of St. Wode\u2019s carry within their breasts.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_56": "\u201cHush! no more speaking in hall,\u201d said the voice of the indignant chairwoman. Miss Lauderdale, after a pause, during which her kind eyes were fixed on Belle\u2019s excited face, spoke:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI will talk with you, Belle Acheson, presently,\u201d<|Q|> she said. \u201cNow, please, don\u2019t interrupt again while I continue my short address. \u2014 I propose that the girls of St. Wode\u2019s \u2014 that is, those who choose to do so \u2014 should take up an extensive district of the poor in this large town of Wingfield. I have spoken to our rector on the subject, and he thinks that they could carry on a thorough work of supervision and of interest in the poor without endangering their own health in the very least. All those who choose to become members of our new league, which is to be called the Guild of St. Elizabeth, can do so. The names of proposed members are to be submitted to me before this day week. I will then more fully declare my plans, and show the girls who wish to join our league a programme which I hope they will approve of.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_26": "\u201cOh, my dear,\u201d said Jane, \u201cif you begin to fret about the oddities of the college you will never know a moment\u2019s peace. I am told that that extraordinary and most unpleasant girl, Belle Acheson, has begun to take to you. Now don\u2019t, I beg of you, get into her set.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I shall never do that,\u201d replied Leslie. \u201cI don\u2019t want,\u201d she added, <|Q|>\u201cto get into any set: but I do wish to be kind to Belle, for I think she has good points in her. You see, all the girls except Eileen and Marjorie laugh at her, and that seems to me to make her worse.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t quite go the length of laughing at her,\u201d said Jane in a thoughtful voice. \u201cBut there, you are one of the \u2018unco good,\u2019 I am afraid.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_1": "\u201cI\u2019m not coming,\u201d said Annie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot coming? But you must. You know it is not only a request; it is an order from Miss Lauderdale. Every student is to be in East Hall at half-past eight.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter,\u201d replied Annie, \u201cwhether it is an order or not; I\u2019m not coming. Say nothing about me, please. I shall stay at home to-night.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_60": "It was past ten o\u2019clock when she left the hall. Just as she was doing so Miss Frere came up.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnnie Colchester is your roomfellow, is she not?\u201d<|Q|> she said. \u201cCan you give me any idea why she has been absent to-night?\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t think she is quite well,\u201d replied Leslie.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_58": "Miss Lauderdale said a great deal more. All her words were uttered with great eloquence and much feeling. She explained to the girls that God held each of them, with their vast opportunities, their great means of culture, their abundance of money (for most of them were wealthy), responsible for their brothers and sisters.\n\n<|Q|>\u201c\u2018Am I my brother\u2019s keeper?\u2019 you ask,\u201d<|Q|> she continued. \u201cGod answers to each of you, \u2018You are.\u2019 The world says, \u2018No, I am not,\u2019 but God says, \u2018Yes, you are.\u2019 All men are your brothers. For all who sin, all who suffer, you are to a certain extent responsible. To each of you, in your strength, is given by God a weak brother to look after, one who has not got your opportunities, who has not got your wealth, who has not got your comforts and luxuries in life. You are responsible for him, and some day you will be asked what you have done with your responsibility. If you leave the world without having fulfilled that terrible and yet grand obligation, you will through all eternity feel the loss of what you might have gained.\u201d", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_62": "\u201cAnnie Colchester is your roomfellow, is she not?\u201d she said. \u201cCan you give me any idea why she has been absent to-night?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t think she is quite well,\u201d<|Q|> replied Leslie.\n\n\u201cI see by your face, Miss Gilroy, that you are distressed about something. Are you keeping anything back?\u201d", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_32": "\" So he carried him away to a place and hid with him till the night, when he threw him down on the ash-heap near the fire-hole of a Hammam and went his way. When morning dawned the Stoker[FN#235] of the bath came to his work and, finding Zau al-Makan cast on his back, exclaimed, \"Why did they not throw their dead body any where but here?\" So saying, he gave him a kick and he moved; whereupon quoth the Fireman, <|Q|>\"Some one of you who hath eaten a bit of Hashish and hath thrown himself down in whatso place it be!\"<|Q|> Then he looked at his face and saw his hairless cheeks and his grace and comeliness; so he took pity on him and knew that he was sick and a stranger in the land. And he cried, \"There is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah! verily, I have sinned against this youth, for indeed the Prophet (whom Allah bless and keep!) enjoineth honour to the stranger, more especially when the stranger is sick.\" Then he carried him home and went in with him to his wife and bade her tend him. So she spread him a sleeping-rug and set a cushion under his head, then warmed water for him and washed therewith his hands and feet and face. Meanwhile, the Stoker went to the market and bought some rose-water and sugar, and sprinkled Zau al-Makan's face with the water and gave him to drink of the sherbet. Then he fetched a clean shirt and put it on him. With this, Zau al-Makan sniffed the zephyr of health and recovery returned to him; and he sat up and leant against the pillow. Hereat the Fireman rejoiced and exclaimed,", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_61": "It was past ten o\u2019clock when she left the hall. Just as she was doing so Miss Frere came up.\n\n\u201cAnnie Colchester is your roomfellow, is she not?\u201d she said. <|Q|>\u201cCan you give me any idea why she has been absent to-night?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t think she is quite well,\u201d replied Leslie.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_64": "\u201cI am afraid I am,\u201d replied Leslie, distress now in her tone.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cUnless Miss Colchester\u2019s illness is really very serious and needs a doctor, she will be very severely reprimanded for this willful disobedience to the command of her principal,\u201d<|Q|> continued Miss Frere. \u201cI must see her myself early in the morning, and I am quite sure that nothing will satisfy Miss Lauderdale except a very ample apology and a full explanation of the reason why she absented herself. She has committed a very grave act of disobedience. You know, of course, that the few rules that are imposed upon the students are expected to be kept most rigorously. Excuses make no difference. The girl who breaks the rules has to be punished. Annie Colchester\u2019s only chance is to apologize to Miss Lauderdale.\u201d", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_1": "\"O yes,\" said Aspel, with a laugh. \"A poor enough one truly, off the Strand.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Indeed? -- that reminds me: we always pay salaries in advance in this office. Here is a sovereign to account of your first quarter. We can settle the amount afterwards.\"<|Q|>\n\nAspel accepted the coin with a not particularly good grace.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_38": "\u201cPoor dear, perhaps she is; but she ought to be on her way to East Hall by now. Miss Lauderdale will be very angry with anyone who does not attend.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat\u2019s just it, Jane; that is what frightens me. She refuses to come.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nJane stood still and faced Leslie.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_66": "\u201cI must see her myself early in the morning, and I am quite sure that nothing will satisfy Miss Lauderdale except a very ample apology and a full explanation of the reason why she absented herself. She has committed a very grave act of disobedience. You know, of course, that the few rules that are imposed upon the students are expected to be kept most rigorously. Excuses make no difference. The girl who breaks the rules has to be punished. Annie Colchester\u2019s only chance is to apologize to Miss Lauderdale.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI will tell her. I will do my very best,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie. \u201cI am glad you have spoken to me. I will go back now, and see her without delay.\u201d\n\nCHAPTER XIX", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_7": "\" And he was sore vexed and his breast was straitened for the loss of Princess Abrizah. Hereupon behold, his son Sharrkan returned from his journey; and the father told him what had happened, and informed him how the lady had fled, whilst he was chasing and hunting, whereat he grieved with exceeding grief. Then King Omar took to visiting his children every day and making much of them; and brought them learned men and doctors to teach them, appointing for them stipends. When Sharrkan saw this, he raged with exceeding rage and envied thereupon his brother and sister till the signs of chagrin appeared in his face and he ceased not to languish by reason of this matter: so one day his father said to him, <|Q|>\"Why do I see thee grown weak in body and yellow of face?\"<|Q|> \"O my father,\" replied Sharrkan, \"every time I see thee fondle my brother and sister and make much of them, jealousy seizeth on me, and I fear lest it grow on me till I slay them; and thou slay me in return. And this is the reason of my weakness of body and change of complexion. But now I crave of thy favour that thou give me one of thy castles outlying the rest, that I may abide there the remnant of my life, for as the sayer of bywords saith, 'Absence from my friend is better and fitter for me'; and, 'Whatso eye doth not perceive, that garreth not heart to grieve.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_10": "\" Thereupon he forthright summoned his secretaries of state and bade them write Sharrkan's patent of investiture to the viceroyalty of Damascus of Syria. And when they had written it, he equipped him and sent with him the Wazir Dandan, and invested him with the rule and government and gave him instructions as to policy and regulations; and took leave of him, and the grandees and officers of state did likewise, and he set out with his host. When he arrived at Damascus, the townspeople beat the drums and blew the trumpets and decorated the city and came out to meet him in great state; whilst all the notables and grandees paced in procession, and those who stood to the right of the throne walked on his right flank, and the others to the left. Thus far concerning Sharrkan; but as regards his father, Omar bin al- Nu'uman, soon after the departure of his son, the children's tutors and governors presented themselves before him and said to him, <|Q|>\"O our lord, thy children have now learnt knowledge and they are completely versed in the rules of manners and the etiquette of ceremony.\"<|Q|> The King rejoiced thereat with exceeding joy and conferred bountiful largesse upon the learned men, seeing Zau al- Makan grown up and flourishing and skilled in horsemanship. This Prince had reached the age of fourteen and he occupied himself with piety and prayers, loving the poor, the Olema and the Koran-students, so that all the people of Baghdad loved him, men and women. One day, the procession of the Mahmil[FN#229] of Ir\u00e1k passed round Baghdad before its departure for the pilgrimage to Meccah and visitation of the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and preserve!). When Zau al-Makan saw the Mahmil procession he was seized with longing desire to become a pilgrim,[FN#230] so he went in to his sire and said,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_4": "\"Ho thou, Abrizah, mercy! leave me not for I * Of thy love and Yam\u00e1ni[FN#225] glance the victim lie My heart is cut to pieces by thy cruelty, * My body wasted and my patience done to die: From glances ravishing all hearts with witchery * Reason far flies, the while desire to thee draws nigh; Though at thy call should armies fill the face of earth * E'en now I'd win my wish and worlds in arms defy!\"\n\nWhen Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him, <|Q|>\"Woe to thee, O Ghazban! How dareth the like of thee to address me such demand, O base-born and obscene-bred? Dost thou deem all folk are alike?\"<|Q|> When the vile slave heard this from her, he waxt more enraged and his eyes grew redder: and he came up to her and smiting her with the sword on her neck wounded her to the death. Then he drove her horse before him with the treasure and made off with himself to the mountains. Such was the case with Al-Ghazban; but as regards Abrizah, she gave birth to a son, like the moon, and Marjanah took the babe and did him the necessary offices and laid him by his mother's side; and lo and behold! the child fastened to its mother's breast and she dying.[FN#226] When Marjanah saw this, she cried out with a grievous cry and rent her raiment and cast dust on her head and buffeted her cheeks till blood flowed, saying,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_11": "\" The King rejoiced thereat with exceeding joy and conferred bountiful largesse upon the learned men, seeing Zau al- Makan grown up and flourishing and skilled in horsemanship. This Prince had reached the age of fourteen and he occupied himself with piety and prayers, loving the poor, the Olema and the Koran-students, so that all the people of Baghdad loved him, men and women. One day, the procession of the Mahmil[FN#229] of Ir\u00e1k passed round Baghdad before its departure for the pilgrimage to Meccah and visitation of the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and preserve!). When Zau al-Makan saw the Mahmil procession he was seized with longing desire to become a pilgrim,[FN#230] so he went in to his sire and said, <|Q|>\"I come to ask thy leave to make the pilgrimage.\"<|Q|> But his father forbade him saying, \"Wait till next year and I will go and thou too.\" When the Prince saw that the matter was postponed, he betook himself to his sister Nuzhat al-Zaman, whom he found standing at prayer. As soon as she had ended her devotions he said to her, \"I am dying with desire of pilgrimage to the Holy House of Allah at Meccah and to visit the tomb of the Prophet, upon whom be peace! I asked my father's leave, but he forbade me that, so I mean to take privily somewhat of money and set out on the pilgrimage without his knowledge", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_5": "\" When the vile slave heard this from her, he waxt more enraged and his eyes grew redder: and he came up to her and smiting her with the sword on her neck wounded her to the death. Then he drove her horse before him with the treasure and made off with himself to the mountains. Such was the case with Al-Ghazban; but as regards Abrizah, she gave birth to a son, like the moon, and Marjanah took the babe and did him the necessary offices and laid him by his mother's side; and lo and behold! the child fastened to its mother's breast and she dying.[FN#226] When Marjanah saw this, she cried out with a grievous cry and rent her raiment and cast dust on her head and buffeted her cheeks till blood flowed, saying, <|Q|>\"Alas, my mistress! Alas, the pity of it! Thou art dead by the hand of a worthless black slave, after all thy knightly prowess!\"<|Q|> And she ceased not weeping when suddenly a great cloud of dust arose and walled the horizon;[FN#227] but, after awhile, it lifted and discovered a numerous conquering host. Now this was the army of King Hardub, Princess Abrizah's father, and the cause of his coming was that when he heard of his daughter and her handmaids having fled to Baghdad, and that they were with King Omar bin al- Nu'uman, he had come forth, leading those with him, to seek tidings of her from travellers who might have seen her with the King. When he had gone a single day's march from his capital, he espied three horse men afar off and made towards them, intending to ask whence they came and seek news of his daughter. Now these three whom he saw at a distance were his daughter and Marjanah and the slave Al- Ghazban; and he made for them to push enquiry. Seeing this the villain blackamoor feared for himself; so he killed Abrizah and fled for his life. When they came up, King Hardub saw his daughter lying dead and Marjanah weeping over her, and he threw himself from his steed and fell fainting to the ground. All the riders of his company, the Emirs and Wazirs, took foot and forthright pitched their tents on the mountain and set up for the King a great pavilion, domed and circular, without which stood the grandees of the realm. When Marjanah saw her master, she at once recognized him and her tears redoubled; and, when he came to himself, he questioned her and she told him all that had passed and said, \"Of a truth he that hath slain thy daughter is a black slave belonging to King Omar bin al-Nu'uman, and she informed him how Sharrkan's father had dealt with the Princess. When King Hardub heard this, the world grew black in his sight and he wept with sore weeping. Then he called for a litter and, therein laying his dead daughter, returned to C\u00e6sarea and carried her into the palace, where he went in to his mother, Zat al-Dawahi, and said to that Lady of Calamities, \"Shall the Moslems deal thus with my girl? Verily King Omar bin al-Nu'uman despoiled her of her honour by force, and after this, one of his black slaves slew her. By the truth of the Messiah, I will assuredly take blood-revenge for my daughter and clear away from mine honour the stain of shame; else will I kill myself with mine own hand!\" And he wept passing sore. Quoth his mother, \"None other than Marjanah killed thy daughter, for she hated her in secret;\" and she continued to her son, \"Fret not for taking the blood-wit of thy daughter, for, by the truth of the Messiah, I will not turn back from King Omar bin al-Nu'uman till I have slain him and his sons; and of a very truth I will do with him a deed, passing the power of Sage and Knight, whereof the chroniclers shall tell chronicles in all countries and in every place: but needs must thou do my bidding in all I shall direct, for whoso be firmly set on the object of his desire shall surely compass his desire.\" \"By the virtue of the Messiah,\" replied he, \"I will not cross thee in aught thou shalt say.\" Then quoth she, \"Bring me a number of handmaids, high-bosomed virgins, and summon the wise men of the age and let them teach them philosophy and the rules of behaviour before Kings, and the art of conversation and making verses; and let them talk with them of all manner science and edifying knowledge. And the sages must be Moslems, that they may teach them the language and traditions of the Arabs, together with the history of the Caliphs and the ancient annals of the Kings of Al-Islam; and if we persevere in this for four years' space, we shall gain our case. So possess thy soul in patience and wait; for one of the Arabs saith, 'If we take man-bote after years forty the time were short to ye.' When we have taught the girls these things, we shall be able to work our will with our foe, for he doteth on women and he hath three hundred and sixty concubines, whereto are now added an hundred of the flowers of thy handmaidens who were with thy daughter, she that hath found mercy.[FN#228] As soon as I have made an end of their education, as described to thee, I will take them; and set out with them in person.\" When King Hardub heard his mother's words, he rejoiced and arose and kissed her head; and at once despatched messengers and couriers to lands sundry and manifold to fetch him Moslem sages. They obeyed his commands and fared to far countries and thence brought him the sages and the doctors he sought. When these came into presence, he honoured them with notable honours and bestowed dresses on them and appointed to them stipends and allowances and promised them much money whenas they should have taught the damsels. Then he committed the handmaidens to their hands \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_12": "\" The King rejoiced thereat with exceeding joy and conferred bountiful largesse upon the learned men, seeing Zau al- Makan grown up and flourishing and skilled in horsemanship. This Prince had reached the age of fourteen and he occupied himself with piety and prayers, loving the poor, the Olema and the Koran-students, so that all the people of Baghdad loved him, men and women. One day, the procession of the Mahmil[FN#229] of Ir\u00e1k passed round Baghdad before its departure for the pilgrimage to Meccah and visitation of the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and preserve!). When Zau al-Makan saw the Mahmil procession he was seized with longing desire to become a pilgrim,[FN#230] so he went in to his sire and said, \"I come to ask thy leave to make the pilgrimage.\" But his father forbade him saying, <|Q|>\"Wait till next year and I will go and thou too.\"<|Q|> When the Prince saw that the matter was postponed, he betook himself to his sister Nuzhat al-Zaman, whom he found standing at prayer. As soon as she had ended her devotions he said to her, \"I am dying with desire of pilgrimage to the Holy House of Allah at Meccah and to visit the tomb of the Prophet, upon whom be peace! I asked my father's leave, but he forbade me that, so I mean to take privily somewhat of money and set out on the pilgrimage without his knowledge", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_14": "\" When the Prince saw that the matter was postponed, he betook himself to his sister Nuzhat al-Zaman, whom he found standing at prayer. As soon as she had ended her devotions he said to her, \"I am dying with desire of pilgrimage to the Holy House of Allah at Meccah and to visit the tomb of the Prophet, upon whom be peace! I asked my father's leave, but he forbade me that, so I mean to take privily somewhat of money and set out on the pilgrimage without his knowledge.\" <|Q|>\"Allah upon thee,\"<|Q|> exclaimed she, \"take me with thee and deprive me not of visitation to the tomb of the Prophet, whom Allah bless and keep!\" And he answered, \"As soon as it is dark night, do thou come forth from this place, without telling any.\" Accordingly, when it was the middle of the night she arose and took somewhat of money and donned a man's habit; and she ceased not walking to the palace-gate, where she found Zau al-Makan with camels ready for marching. So he mounted and mounted her; and the two fared on till they were in the midst of the Iraki[FN#231] pilgrim-party, and they ceased not marching and Allah wrote safety for them, till they entered Meccah the Holy and stood upon Araf\u00e1t and performed the pilgrimage-rites. Then they made a visitation to the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and assain!) and thought to return with the pilgrims to their native land. But Zau al-Makan said to his sister,", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_16": "\u201cTook it out! And why, may I ask? Have the goodness to find it and put it back.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut don\u2019t lock me out, please, Annie. You know on occasions you are absent-minded, and one-half of this room is mine when all\u2019s said and done. I pay for it, and I have a right to it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe unexpected words of spirit caused Annie to become a little less rude.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_16": "\"I am dying with desire of pilgrimage to the Holy House of Allah at Meccah and to visit the tomb of the Prophet, upon whom be peace! I asked my father's leave, but he forbade me that, so I mean to take privily somewhat of money and set out on the pilgrimage without his knowledge.\" \"Allah upon thee,\" exclaimed she, \"take me with thee and deprive me not of visitation to the tomb of the Prophet, whom Allah bless and keep!\" And he answered, <|Q|>\"As soon as it is dark night, do thou come forth from this place, without telling any.\"<|Q|> Accordingly, when it was the middle of the night she arose and took somewhat of money and donned a man's habit; and she ceased not walking to the palace-gate, where she found Zau al-Makan with camels ready for marching. So he mounted and mounted her; and the two fared on till they were in the midst of the Iraki[FN#231] pilgrim-party, and they ceased not marching and Allah wrote safety for them, till they entered Meccah the Holy and stood upon Araf\u00e1t and performed the pilgrimage-rites. Then they made a visitation to the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and assain!) and thought to return with the pilgrims to their native land. But Zau al-Makan said to his sister,", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_46": "\u201cI won\u2019t keep you a moment,\u201d answered Jane. She turned back, ran down the corridor, and knocked at Annie\u2019s door.\n\n\u201cLet me come in, Annie,\u201d she called out. <|Q|>\u201cI am Jane Heriot; I want to speak to you at once. Let me in.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThere was no reply.", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_19": "\u201cIf you two are ready,\u201d she called out, \u201cwe may as well start.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cComing in a moment, Jane,\u201d<|Q|> answered Leslie. She found the key, which she had put in the top drawer of her wardrobe, and gave it to Annie. As she walked down the corridor she heard it being turned in the lock.\n\n\u201cWhat can this mean?\u201d she said to herself.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_19": "\" replied she. So they agreed upon this and he fared forth and took passage for himself and her and they made ready and set out in the ship with a company of Jerusalem palmers. That very night the sister fell sick of an aguish chill, and was grievously ill but presently recovered, after which the brother also sickened. She tended him during his malady and they ceased not wayfaring till they arrived at Jerusalem, but the fever increased on him and he grew weaker and weaker. They alighted at a Khan and there hired a lodging; but Zau al- Makan's sickness ceased not to increase on him, till he was wasted with leanness and became delirious. At this, his sister was greatly afflicted and exclaimed, <|Q|>\"There is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah, the Glorious, the Great! This is the decree of Allah!\"<|Q|> They sojourned in that place awhile, his weakness ever increasing and she attending him and buying necessaries for him and for herself, till all the money she had was expended and she became so poor that she had not so much as a dirham left. Then she sent a servant of the Khan to the bazar with some of her clothes, and he sold them; and she spent the price upon her brother; then sold she something more and she ceased not selling all she had, piece by piece, till nothing was left but an old rug. Whereupon she wept and exclaimed,", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_16": "\"Bravo, Phil! splendidly aimed, but rather low,\" cried Aspel, as he vaulted the counter and dislodged the pelican. Of course the rat was gone. After a little more conversation the two friends quitted the place and went to their respective homes.\n\n<|Q|>\"Very odd and absolutely unaccountable,\"<|Q|> observed Mr Blurt, as he sat next morning perusing the letters above referred to, \"here's the same thing occurred again. Brownlow writes that he sent a cheque a week ago, and no one has heard of it. That rascal who made off with the cash could not have stolen it, because he never stole cheques, -- for fear, no doubt, of being caught, -- and this was only for a small amount. Then, here is a cheque come all right from Thomson. Why should one appear and the other disappear?\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_21": "\" They sojourned in that place awhile, his weakness ever increasing and she attending him and buying necessaries for him and for herself, till all the money she had was expended and she became so poor that she had not so much as a dirham left. Then she sent a servant of the Khan to the bazar with some of her clothes, and he sold them; and she spent the price upon her brother; then sold she something more and she ceased not selling all she had, piece by piece, till nothing was left but an old rug. Whereupon she wept and exclaimed, \"Verily is Allah the Orderer of the past and the future!\" Presently her brother said to her, <|Q|>\"O my sister, I feel recovery drawing near and my heart longeth for a little roast meat.\"<|Q|> \"By Allah! O my brother,\" replied she, \"I have no face to beg; but To-morrow I will enter some rich man's house and serve him and earn somewhat for our living.\" Then she bethought herself awhile and said, \"Of a truth 'tis hard for me to leave thee and thou in this state, but I must despite myself!\" He rejoined, \"Allah forbid! Thou wilt be put to shame; but there is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_24": "\u201cAfter all, perhaps you ought to know, Jane. I am unhappy about Annie Colchester.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, my dear,\u201d said Jane, <|Q|>\u201cif you begin to fret about the oddities of the college you will never know a moment\u2019s peace. I am told that that extraordinary and most unpleasant girl, Belle Acheson, has begun to take to you. Now don\u2019t, I beg of you, get into her set.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, I shall never do that,\u201d replied Leslie. \u201cI don\u2019t want,\u201d she added, \u201cto get into any set: but I do wish to be kind to Belle, for I think she has good points in her. You see, all the girls except Eileen and Marjorie laugh at her, and that seems to me to make her worse.\u201d", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_20": "Full of this idea Mr Enoch Blurt put on his hat with an irascible fling and went off to the City. Arrived at St. Martin's-le-Grand he made for the principal entrance. At any other time he would have, been struck with the grandeur of the buildings. He would have paused and admired the handsome colonnade of the old office and the fine front of the new buildings opposite, but Mr Blurt could see nothing except missing letters. Architecture appealed to him in vain. Perhaps his state of irritability was increased by a vague suspicion that all Government officials were trained and almost bound to throw obstacles in the way of free inquiry.\n\n<|Q|>\"I want,\"<|Q|> said he, planting himself defiantly in front of an official who encountered him in the passage, \"to see the -- the -- Secretary, the -- the -- Postmaster-General, the chief of the Post-Office, whoever he may be. There is my card.\"\n\n\"Certainly, sir, will you step this way?\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_23": "\" They sojourned in that place awhile, his weakness ever increasing and she attending him and buying necessaries for him and for herself, till all the money she had was expended and she became so poor that she had not so much as a dirham left. Then she sent a servant of the Khan to the bazar with some of her clothes, and he sold them; and she spent the price upon her brother; then sold she something more and she ceased not selling all she had, piece by piece, till nothing was left but an old rug. Whereupon she wept and exclaimed, \"Verily is Allah the Orderer of the past and the future!\" Presently her brother said to her, \"O my sister, I feel recovery drawing near and my heart longeth for a little roast meat.\" \"By Allah! O my brother,\" replied she, <|Q|>\"I have no face to beg; but To-morrow I will enter some rich man's house and serve him and earn somewhat for our living.\"<|Q|> Then she bethought herself awhile and said, \"Of a truth 'tis hard for me to leave thee and thou in this state, but I must despite myself!\" He rejoined, \"Allah forbid! Thou wilt be put to shame; but there is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah!\" And he wept and she wept too. Then she said, \"O my brother, we are strangers who have dwelt here a full year, but none hath yet knocked at our door. Shall we then die of hunger? I know no resource but that I go out and do service and earn somewhat to keep us alive, till thou recover from thy sickness, when we will travel back to our native land", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_24": "\" They sojourned in that place awhile, his weakness ever increasing and she attending him and buying necessaries for him and for herself, till all the money she had was expended and she became so poor that she had not so much as a dirham left. Then she sent a servant of the Khan to the bazar with some of her clothes, and he sold them; and she spent the price upon her brother; then sold she something more and she ceased not selling all she had, piece by piece, till nothing was left but an old rug. Whereupon she wept and exclaimed, \"Verily is Allah the Orderer of the past and the future!\" Presently her brother said to her, \"O my sister, I feel recovery drawing near and my heart longeth for a little roast meat.\" \"By Allah! O my brother,\" replied she, \"I have no face to beg; but To-morrow I will enter some rich man's house and serve him and earn somewhat for our living.\" Then she bethought herself awhile and said, <|Q|>\"Of a truth 'tis hard for me to leave thee and thou in this state, but I must despite myself!\"<|Q|> He rejoined, \"Allah forbid! Thou wilt be put to shame; but there is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah!\" And he wept and she wept too. Then she said, \"O my brother, we are strangers who have dwelt here a full year, but none hath yet knocked at our door. Shall we then die of hunger? I know no resource but that I go out and do service and earn somewhat to keep us alive, till thou recover from thy sickness, when we will travel back to our native land", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_27": "\" She sat weeping awhile and he wept too, propped upon his elbow. Then Nuzhat al-Zaman arose and, veiling her head with a bit of camlet,[FN#234] which had been of the cameleer's clothes and which the owner had forgotten and left with them; she kissed the head of her brother and embraced him and went forth from him, weeping and knowing not whither she should wend. And she stinted not going and her brother Zau al-Makan awaiting her return till the supper-time; but she came not, and he watched for her till the morning morrowed but still she returned not; and this endured till two days went by. He was greatly troubled thereat and his heart fluttered for her, and hunger was sore upon him. At last he left the chamber and, calling the servant of the caravanserai, said, <|Q|>\"I wish thee to bear me to the bazar.\"<|Q|> So he carried him to the market-street and laid him down there; and the people of Jerusalem gathered round him and were moved to tears seeing his condition. He signed to them begging for somewhat to eat; so they brought him some money from certain of the merchants who were in the bazar, and bought food and fed him therewith; after which they carried him to a shop, where they spread him a mat of palm-leaves and set an ewer of water at his head. When night fell, all the folk went away, sore concerned for him and, in the middle of the night, he called to mind his sister and his sickness redoubled on him, so that he abstained from eating and drinking and became insensible to the world around him. Then the bazar-people arose and took for him from the merchants thirty-seven dirhams, and hiring a camel, said to the driver,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_29": "\" So he carried him to the market-street and laid him down there; and the people of Jerusalem gathered round him and were moved to tears seeing his condition. He signed to them begging for somewhat to eat; so they brought him some money from certain of the merchants who were in the bazar, and bought food and fed him therewith; after which they carried him to a shop, where they spread him a mat of palm-leaves and set an ewer of water at his head. When night fell, all the folk went away, sore concerned for him and, in the middle of the night, he called to mind his sister and his sickness redoubled on him, so that he abstained from eating and drinking and became insensible to the world around him. Then the bazar-people arose and took for him from the merchants thirty-seven dirhams, and hiring a camel, said to the driver, \"Carry this sick man to Damascus and leave him in the hospital; haply he may be cured and recover health.\" <|Q|>\"On my head be it!\"<|Q|> replied the camel-man; but he said to himself, \"How shall I take this sick man to Damascus, and he nigh upon death?\" So he carried him away to a place and hid with him till the night, when he threw him down on the ash-heap near the fire-hole of a Hammam and went his way. When morning dawned the Stoker[FN#235] of the bath came to his work and, finding Zau al-Makan cast on his back, exclaimed,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_28": "\" So he carried him to the market-street and laid him down there; and the people of Jerusalem gathered round him and were moved to tears seeing his condition. He signed to them begging for somewhat to eat; so they brought him some money from certain of the merchants who were in the bazar, and bought food and fed him therewith; after which they carried him to a shop, where they spread him a mat of palm-leaves and set an ewer of water at his head. When night fell, all the folk went away, sore concerned for him and, in the middle of the night, he called to mind his sister and his sickness redoubled on him, so that he abstained from eating and drinking and became insensible to the world around him. Then the bazar-people arose and took for him from the merchants thirty-seven dirhams, and hiring a camel, said to the driver, <|Q|>\"Carry this sick man to Damascus and leave him in the hospital; haply he may be cured and recover health.\"<|Q|> \"On my head be it!\" replied the camel-man; but he said to himself, \"How shall I take this sick man to Damascus, and he nigh upon death?\" So he carried him away to a place and hid with him till the night, when he threw him down on the ash-heap near the fire-hole of a Hammam and went his way. When morning dawned the Stoker[FN#235] of the bath came to his work and, finding Zau al-Makan cast on his back, exclaimed,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_30": "\" So he carried him to the market-street and laid him down there; and the people of Jerusalem gathered round him and were moved to tears seeing his condition. He signed to them begging for somewhat to eat; so they brought him some money from certain of the merchants who were in the bazar, and bought food and fed him therewith; after which they carried him to a shop, where they spread him a mat of palm-leaves and set an ewer of water at his head. When night fell, all the folk went away, sore concerned for him and, in the middle of the night, he called to mind his sister and his sickness redoubled on him, so that he abstained from eating and drinking and became insensible to the world around him. Then the bazar-people arose and took for him from the merchants thirty-seven dirhams, and hiring a camel, said to the driver, \"Carry this sick man to Damascus and leave him in the hospital; haply he may be cured and recover health.\" \"On my head be it!\" replied the camel-man; but he said to himself, <|Q|>\"How shall I take this sick man to Damascus, and he nigh upon death?\"<|Q|> So he carried him away to a place and hid with him till the night, when he threw him down on the ash-heap near the fire-hole of a Hammam and went his way. When morning dawned the Stoker[FN#235] of the bath came to his work and, finding Zau al-Makan cast on his back, exclaimed, \"Why did they not throw their dead body any where but here?\" So saying, he gave him a kick and he moved; whereupon quoth the Fireman,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_31": "\" replied the camel-man; but he said to himself, \"How shall I take this sick man to Damascus, and he nigh upon death?\" So he carried him away to a place and hid with him till the night, when he threw him down on the ash-heap near the fire-hole of a Hammam and went his way. When morning dawned the Stoker[FN#235] of the bath came to his work and, finding Zau al-Makan cast on his back, exclaimed, <|Q|>\"Why did they not throw their dead body any where but here?\"<|Q|> So saying, he gave him a kick and he moved; whereupon quoth the Fireman, \"Some one of you who hath eaten a bit of Hashish and hath thrown himself down in whatso place it be!\" Then he looked at his face and saw his hairless cheeks and his grace and comeliness; so he took pity on him and knew that he was sick and a stranger in the land. And he cried, \"There is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah! verily, I have sinned against this youth, for indeed the Prophet (whom Allah bless and keep!) enjoineth honour to the stranger, more especially when the stranger is sick", "Solo.7233.8188.girlsofstwodes_18_meade_64kb_32": "\u201d replied Jane, penitent on the spot. \u201cYou are quite the sweetest girl in the college, and so we all say. Now, listen; I am going to make a confession. There are times when I am a little jealous of you, for, you know, you are so wonderfully pretty, and you are so kind to everyone. They say too that you are exceedingly clever, and yet you have no jealousies and no smallnesses in you. You are a universal favorite; I envy you your popularity.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t know that I am at all what you say; but any girl ought to be popular and good who was brought up by a mother like mine,\u201d<|Q|> said Leslie with enthusiasm. \u201cSome day, Jane, you must see her. If you are in London during the summer, you must come and pay us a visit, will you?\u201d\n\n\u201cI shall be only too delighted,\u201d cried Jane. \u201cBut now, Leslie, what is the trouble? that is, if you care to confide in me.\u201d", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_33": "\"Why did they not throw their dead body any where but here?\" So saying, he gave him a kick and he moved; whereupon quoth the Fireman, \"Some one of you who hath eaten a bit of Hashish and hath thrown himself down in whatso place it be!\" Then he looked at his face and saw his hairless cheeks and his grace and comeliness; so he took pity on him and knew that he was sick and a stranger in the land. And he cried, <|Q|>\"There is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah! verily, I have sinned against this youth, for indeed the Prophet (whom Allah bless and keep!) enjoineth honour to the stranger, more especially when the stranger is sick.\"<|Q|> Then he carried him home and went in with him to his wife and bade her tend him. So she spread him a sleeping-rug and set a cushion under his head, then warmed water for him and washed therewith his hands and feet and face. Meanwhile, the Stoker went to the market and bought some rose-water and sugar, and sprinkled Zau al-Makan's face with the water and gave him to drink of the sherbet. Then he fetched a clean shirt and put it on him. With this, Zau al-Makan sniffed the zephyr of health and recovery returned to him; and he sat up and leant against the pillow. Hereat the Fireman rejoiced and exclaimed,", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_0": "\"Now, Mr Aspel, I'll relieve you. The lady you sent up, Miss Lillycrop, is, it seems, an old friend of my brother, and she insists on acting the part of nurse to-night. I am all the better pleased, because I have business to attend to at the other end of the town. We will therefore close the shop, and you can go home. By the way, have you a home?\"\n\n\"O yes,\" said Aspel, with a laugh. <|Q|>\"A poor enough one truly, off the Strand.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Indeed? -- that reminds me: we always pay salaries in advance in this office. Here is a sovereign to account of your first quarter. We can settle the amount afterwards.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_34": "\" Then he carried him home and went in with him to his wife and bade her tend him. So she spread him a sleeping-rug and set a cushion under his head, then warmed water for him and washed therewith his hands and feet and face. Meanwhile, the Stoker went to the market and bought some rose-water and sugar, and sprinkled Zau al-Makan's face with the water and gave him to drink of the sherbet. Then he fetched a clean shirt and put it on him. With this, Zau al-Makan sniffed the zephyr of health and recovery returned to him; and he sat up and leant against the pillow. Hereat the Fireman rejoiced and exclaimed, <|Q|>\"Praise be to Allah for the welfare of this youth! O Allah, I beseech Thee by Thy knowledge of hidden things, that Thou make the salvation of this youth to be at my hands!\"<|Q|> \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-fourth Night,", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_3": "Instantly the youth pulled out the sovereign and laid it on the counter.\n\n\"No, sir,\" he said firmly; <|Q|>\"I am willing to aid you in your difficulties, but I am not willing to become a mere shop-boy -- at least not while there is man's work to be had.\"<|Q|>\n\nMr Blurt looked perplexed. \"What are we to do?\" he asked.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_2": "Aspel accepted the coin with a not particularly good grace.\n\n<|Q|>\"Now then, you had better -- ha -- excuse me -- put up the shutters.\"<|Q|>\n\nInstantly the youth pulled out the sovereign and laid it on the counter.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_9": "\"every time I see thee fondle my brother and sister and make much of them, jealousy seizeth on me, and I fear lest it grow on me till I slay them; and thou slay me in return. And this is the reason of my weakness of body and change of complexion. But now I crave of thy favour that thou give me one of thy castles outlying the rest, that I may abide there the remnant of my life, for as the sayer of bywords saith, 'Absence from my friend is better and fitter for me'; and, 'Whatso eye doth not perceive, that garreth not heart to grieve.'\" And he bowed his head towards the ground. When King Omar bin al-Nu'uman heard his words and knew the cause of his ailment and of his being broken down, he soothed his heart and said to him, <|Q|>\"O my son, I grant thee this and I have not in my reign a greater than the Castle of Damascus, and the government of it is thine from this time.\"<|Q|> Thereupon he forthright summoned his secretaries of state and bade them write Sharrkan's patent of investiture to the viceroyalty of Damascus of Syria. And when they had written it, he equipped him and sent with him the Wazir Dandan, and invested him with the rule and government and gave him instructions as to policy and regulations; and took leave of him, and the grandees and officers of state did likewise, and he set out with his host. When he arrived at Damascus, the townspeople beat the drums and blew the trumpets and decorated the city and came out to meet him in great state; whilst all the notables and grandees paced in procession, and those who stood to the right of the throne walked on his right flank, and the others to the left. Thus far concerning Sharrkan; but as regards his father, Omar bin al- Nu'uman, soon after the departure of his son, the children's tutors and governors presented themselves before him and said to him,", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_4": "Mr Blurt looked perplexed. \"What are we to do?\" he asked.\n\n<|Q|>\"Hire a little boy,\"<|Q|> said Aspel.\n\n\"But there are no little boys about,\" he said, looking out into the street, where the wind was sending clouds of dust and bits of straw and paper into the air. \"I would do it myself, but have not time; I'm late as it is. Ah! I have it -- Mrs Murridge!\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_5": "\"Hire a little boy,\" said Aspel.\n\n<|Q|>\"But there are no little boys about,\"<|Q|> he said, looking out into the street, where the wind was sending clouds of dust and bits of straw and paper into the air. \"I would do it myself, but have not time; I'm late as it is. Ah! I have it -- Mrs Murridge!\"\n\nCalling the faithful domestic, he asked if she knew how to put up the shutters, and would do it. She was quite willing, and set about it at once, while Mr Blurt nodded good-night, and went away.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_7": "Mrs Murridge was a resolute woman. She put up most of the shutters promptly in spite of the high wind, but just as she was fixing the last of them a blast caught it and almost swept it from her grasp. For two seconds there was a tough struggle between Boreas and the old woman. Gallantry forbade further inaction. Aspel rushed out just in time to catch Mrs Murridge and the shutter in his strong arms as they were about to be swept into the kennel. He could do no more, however, than hold them there, the wind being too much even for him. While in this extremity he received timely aid from some one, whom the indistinct light revealed as a broad-shouldered little fellow in a grey uniform. With his assistance the shutter was affixed and secured.\n\n<|Q|>\"Thank you, friend, whoever you are,\"<|Q|> said Aspel heartily, as he turned and followed the panting Mrs Murridge.\n\nBut the \"friend,\" instead of replying, seized Aspel by the arm and walked with him into the shop.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_8": "Without uttering a word the former sat down on the counter, and burst into a fit of half-savage laughter.\n\n<|Q|>\"Ah, then, you may laugh till you grow fat,\"<|Q|> said Phil, \"but it's more than that you must do if I'm to join you in the laugh.\"\n\n\"What more can I do, Phil?\" asked Aspel, wiping his eyes.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_6": "\"Hire a little boy,\" said Aspel.\n\n\"But there are no little boys about,\" he said, looking out into the street, where the wind was sending clouds of dust and bits of straw and paper into the air. <|Q|>\"I would do it myself, but have not time; I'm late as it is. Ah! I have it -- Mrs Murridge!\"<|Q|>\n\nCalling the faithful domestic, he asked if she knew how to put up the shutters, and would do it. She was quite willing, and set about it at once, while Mr Blurt nodded good-night, and went away.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_12": "I was too sensible to the want I was in of such a woman, not to accept her offer; I told her my case was partly as she guessed, and partly not, for I was really married, and had a husband, though he was in such fine circumstances and so remote at that time, as that he could not appear publicly.\n\nShe took me short, and told me that was none of her business; all the ladies that came under her care were married women to her. \u201cEvery woman,\u201d she says, <|Q|>\u201cthat is with child has a father for it,\u201d<|Q|> and whether that father was a husband or no husband, was no business of hers; her business was to assist me in my present circumstances, whether I had a husband or no. \u201cFor, madam,\u201d says she, \u201cto have a husband that cannot appear, is to have no husband in the sense of the case; and, therefore, whether you are a wife or a mistress is all one to me.\u201d\n\nI found presently, that whether I was a whore or a wife, I was to pass for a whore here, so I let that go. I told her it was true, as she said, but that, however, if I must tell her my case, I must tell it her as it was; so I related it to her as short as I could, and I concluded it to her thus.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_10": "\"Ah, then, you may laugh till you grow fat,\" said Phil, \"but it's more than that you must do if I'm to join you in the laugh.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"What more can I do, Phil?\"<|Q|> asked Aspel, wiping his eyes.\n\n\"Sure, ye can explain,\" said Phil.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_11": "\"What more can I do, Phil?\" asked Aspel, wiping his eyes.\n\n<|Q|>\"Sure, ye can explain,\"<|Q|> said Phil.\n\n\"Well, sit down on the counter, and I'll explain,\" returned Aspel, shutting and locking the door. Then, mounting the stool, he entered into a minute explanation -- not only in reference to his present position and circumstances but regarding his recent misfortunes.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_12": "\"Sure, ye can explain,\" said Phil.\n\n<|Q|>\"Well, sit down on the counter, and I'll explain,\"<|Q|> returned Aspel, shutting and locking the door. Then, mounting the stool, he entered into a minute explanation -- not only in reference to his present position and circumstances but regarding his recent misfortunes.\n\nPhil's admiration and love for his friend were intense, but that did not altogether blind him to his faults. He listened attentively, sympathetically but gravely, and said little. He felt, somehow, that London was a dangerous place compared with the west of Ireland, -- that his friend was in danger of something vague and undefined, -- that he himself was in danger of -- he knew not what. While the two were conversing they heard a step in the now quiet street. It advanced quickly, and stopped at the door. There was a rustling sound; something fell on the floor, and the step passed on.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_13": "I was too sensible to the want I was in of such a woman, not to accept her offer; I told her my case was partly as she guessed, and partly not, for I was really married, and had a husband, though he was in such fine circumstances and so remote at that time, as that he could not appear publicly.\n\nShe took me short, and told me that was none of her business; all the ladies that came under her care were married women to her. \u201cEvery woman,\u201d she says, \u201cthat is with child has a father for it,\u201d and whether that father was a husband or no husband, was no business of hers; her business was to assist me in my present circumstances, whether I had a husband or no. \u201cFor, madam,\u201d says she, <|Q|>\u201cto have a husband that cannot appear, is to have no husband in the sense of the case; and, therefore, whether you are a wife or a mistress is all one to me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI found presently, that whether I was a whore or a wife, I was to pass for a whore here, so I let that go. I told her it was true, as she said, but that, however, if I must tell her my case, I must tell it her as it was; so I related it to her as short as I could, and I concluded it to her thus. \u201cI trouble you with all this, madam,\u201d said I, \u201cnot that, as you said before, it is much to the purpose in your affair, but this is to the purpose, namely, that I am not in any pain about being seen, or being public or concealed, for \u2019tis perfectly indifferent to me; but my difficulty is, that I have no acquaintance in this part of the nation.\u201d", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_15": "At this point Phil Maylands' fingers, closing slowly but with the deadly precision of fate, grasped the book and hurled it at the foe, which was instantly swept off its legs. Either the blow or the fright caused the rat to fly wriggling into the air. With a shriek of agonised emotion, it vanished behind the pelican of the wilderness.\n\n<|Q|>\"Bravo, Phil! splendidly aimed, but rather low,\"<|Q|> cried Aspel, as he vaulted the counter and dislodged the pelican. Of course the rat was gone. After a little more conversation the two friends quitted the place and went to their respective homes.\n\n\"Very odd and absolutely unaccountable,\" observed Mr Blurt, as he sat next morning perusing the letters above referred to, \"here's the same thing occurred again. Brownlow writes that he sent a cheque a week ago, and no one has heard of it. That rascal who made off with the cash could not have stolen it, because he never stole cheques, -- for fear, no doubt, of being caught, -- and this was only for a small amount. Then, here is a cheque come all right from Thomson. Why should one appear and the other disappear?\"", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_19": "\u201cnot that, as you said before, it is much to the purpose in your affair, but this is to the purpose, namely, that I am not in any pain about being seen, or being public or concealed, for \u2019tis perfectly indifferent to me; but my difficulty is, that I have no acquaintance in this part of the nation.\u201d\n\n\u201cI understand you, madam\u201d says she; \u201cyou have no security to bring to prevent the parish impertinences usual in such cases, and perhaps,\u201d says she, \u201cdo not know very well how to dispose of the child when it comes.\u201d \u201cThe last,\u201d says I, <|Q|>\u201cis not so much my concern as the first.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cWell, madam,\u201d answered the midwife, \u201cdare you put yourself into my hands? I live in such a place; though I do not inquire after you, you may inquire after me. My name is B \u2014 \u2014 ; I live in such a street\u201d \u2014 naming the street \u2014 \u201cat the sign of the Cradle. My profession is a midwife, and I have many ladies that come to my house to lie in. I have given security to the parish in general terms to secure them from any charge from whatsoever shall come into the world under my roof. I have but one question to ask in the whole affair, madam", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_18": "\" observed Mr Blurt, as he sat next morning perusing the letters above referred to, \"here's the same thing occurred again. Brownlow writes that he sent a cheque a week ago, and no one has heard of it. That rascal who made off with the cash could not have stolen it, because he never stole cheques, -- for fear, no doubt, of being caught, -- and this was only for a small amount. Then, here is a cheque come all right from Thomson. Why should one appear and the other disappear?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Could the rats have made away with it?\"<|Q|> suggested Aspel, who had told his patron of the previous night's incident.\n\n\"Rats might destroy letters, but they could not eat them -- at least, not during the few hours of the night that they lie on the floor. No; the thing is a mystery. I cannot help thinking that the Post-Office is to blame. I shall make inquiries. I am determined to get to the bottom of it.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_19": "\"Could the rats have made away with it?\" suggested Aspel, who had told his patron of the previous night's incident.\n\n<|Q|>\"Rats might destroy letters, but they could not eat them -- at least, not during the few hours of the night that they lie on the floor. No; the thing is a mystery. I cannot help thinking that the Post-Office is to blame. I shall make inquiries. I am determined to get to the bottom of it.\"<|Q|>\n\nSo it ever is with mankind. People make mistakes, or are guilty of carelessness, and straightway they lay the blame -- not only without but against reason -- on broader shoulders than their own. That wonderful and almost perfect British Post-Office delivers quickly, safely, and in good condition above fourteen hundred millions of letters etcetera in the year, but some half-dozen letters, addressed to Messrs. Blurt and Company, have gone a-missing, -- therefore the Post-Office is to blame!", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_25": "\"O my sister, I feel recovery drawing near and my heart longeth for a little roast meat.\" \"By Allah! O my brother,\" replied she, \"I have no face to beg; but To-morrow I will enter some rich man's house and serve him and earn somewhat for our living.\" Then she bethought herself awhile and said, \"Of a truth 'tis hard for me to leave thee and thou in this state, but I must despite myself!\" He rejoined, <|Q|>\"Allah forbid! Thou wilt be put to shame; but there is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah!\"<|Q|> And he wept and she wept too. Then she said, \"O my brother, we are strangers who have dwelt here a full year, but none hath yet knocked at our door. Shall we then die of hunger? I know no resource but that I go out and do service and earn somewhat to keep us alive, till thou recover from thy sickness, when we will travel back to our native land.\" She sat weeping awhile and he wept too, propped upon his elbow. Then Nuzhat al-Zaman arose and, veiling her head with a bit of camlet,[FN#234] which had been of the cameleer's clothes and which the owner had forgotten and left with them; she kissed the head of her brother and embraced him and went forth from him, weeping and knowing not whither she should wend. And she stinted not going and her brother Zau al-Makan awaiting her return till the supper-time; but she came not, and he watched for her till the morning morrowed but still she returned not; and this endured till two days went by. He was greatly troubled thereat and his heart fluttered for her, and hunger was sore upon him. At last he left the chamber and, calling the servant of the caravanserai, said,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_26": "I presently understood what she meant, and told her, \u201cMadam, I believe I understand you. I thank God, though I want friends in this part of the world, I do not want money, so far as may be necessary, though I do not abound in that neither\u201d: this I added because I would not make her expect great things. \u201cWell, madam,\u201d says she, \u201cthat is the thing indeed, without which nothing can be done in these cases; and yet,\u201d says she, <|Q|>\u201cyou shall see that I will not impose upon you, or offer anything that is unkind to you, and if you desire it, you shall know everything beforehand, that you may suit yourself to the occasion, and be neither costly or sparing as you see fit.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI told her she seemed to be so perfectly sensible of my condition, that I had nothing to ask of her but this, that as I had told her that I had money sufficient, but not a great quantity, she would order it so that I might be at as little superfluous charge as possible.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_22": "\"I want,\" said he, planting himself defiantly in front of an official who encountered him in the passage, \"to see the -- the -- Secretary, the -- the -- Postmaster-General, the chief of the Post-Office, whoever he may be. There is my card.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Certainly, sir, will you step this way?\"<|Q|>\n\nThe official spoke with such civility, and led the way with such alacrity, that Mr Blurt felt it necessary to think exclusively of his wrongs lest his indignation should cool too soon. Having shown him into a comfortable waiting-room, the official went off with his card. In a few minutes a gentleman entered, accosted Mr Blurt with a polite bow, and asked what he could do for him.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_23": "The official spoke with such civility, and led the way with such alacrity, that Mr Blurt felt it necessary to think exclusively of his wrongs lest his indignation should cool too soon. Having shown him into a comfortable waiting-room, the official went off with his card. In a few minutes a gentleman entered, accosted Mr Blurt with a polite bow, and asked what he could do for him.\n\n\"Sir,\" said Mr Blurt, summoning to his aid the last rags of his indignation, <|Q|>\"I come to make a complaint. Many of the letters addressed to our firm are missing -- have been missing for some time past, -- and from the inquiries I have made it seems evident to me that they must have been lost in passing through the Post-Office.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I regret much to hear this,\" returned the gentleman, whom -- as Mr Blurt never ascertained who he was -- we shall style the Secretary, at all events he represented that officer. \"You may rely on our doing our utmost to clear up the matter. Will you be kind enough to give me the full particulars?\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_24": "\"Sir,\" said Mr Blurt, summoning to his aid the last rags of his indignation, \"I come to make a complaint. Many of the letters addressed to our firm are missing -- have been missing for some time past, -- and from the inquiries I have made it seems evident to me that they must have been lost in passing through the Post-Office.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I regret much to hear this,\"<|Q|> returned the gentleman, whom -- as Mr Blurt never ascertained who he was -- we shall style the Secretary, at all events he represented that officer. \"You may rely on our doing our utmost to clear up the matter. Will you be kind enough to give me the full particulars?\"\n\nThe Secretary's urbanity gave the whole of Mr Blurt's last rags of indignation to the winds. He detailed his case with his usual earnestness and good-nature.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_25": "\"Sir,\" said Mr Blurt, summoning to his aid the last rags of his indignation, \"I come to make a complaint. Many of the letters addressed to our firm are missing -- have been missing for some time past, -- and from the inquiries I have made it seems evident to me that they must have been lost in passing through the Post-Office.\"\n\n\"I regret much to hear this,\" returned the gentleman, whom -- as Mr Blurt never ascertained who he was -- we shall style the Secretary, at all events he represented that officer. <|Q|>\"You may rely on our doing our utmost to clear up the matter. Will you be kind enough to give me the full particulars?\"<|Q|>\n\nThe Secretary's urbanity gave the whole of Mr Blurt's last rags of indignation to the winds. He detailed his case with his usual earnestness and good-nature.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_26": "The Secretary listened attentively to the close. \"Well, Mr Blurt,\" he said, \"we will investigate the matter without delay; but from what you have told me I think it probable that the blame does not lie with us. You would be surprised if you knew the number of complaints made to us, which, on investigation, turn out to be groundless. Allow me to cite one or two instances. In one case a missing letter having fallen from the letter-box of the person to whom it was addressed on to the hall-floor, was picked up by a dog and buried in some straw, where it was afterwards found. In another case, the missing letter was discovered sticking against the side of the private letter-box, where it had lain unobserved, and in another the letter had been placed between the leaves of a book as a mark and forgotten. Boys and others sent to post letters are also frequently unfaithful, and sometimes stupid. Many letters have been put into the receptacles for dust in our streets, under the impression that they were pillar letter-boxes, and on one occasion a letter-carrier found two letters forced behind the plate affixed to a pillar letter-box which indicates the hours of collection, obviously placed there by the ignorant sender under the impression that that was the proper way of posting them. Your mention of rats reminds me of several cases in which these animals have been the means of making away with letters. The fact that rats have been seen in your shop, and that your late letters drop on the floor and are left there till morning, inclines me to think that rats are at the bottom of it. I would advise you to make investigation without delay.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I will, sir, I will,\"<|Q|> exclaimed Mr Blurt, starting up with animation, \"and I thank you heartily for the trouble you have taken with my case. Good-morning. I shall see to this at once.\"\n\nAnd Mr Blurt did see to it at once. He went straight back to his brother's house, and made preparation for a campaign against the rats, for, being a sanguine and impulsive man, he had now become firmly convinced that these animals were somehow at the bottom of the mystery. But he kept his thoughts and intentions to himself.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_27": "The Secretary listened attentively to the close. \"Well, Mr Blurt,\" he said, \"we will investigate the matter without delay; but from what you have told me I think it probable that the blame does not lie with us. You would be surprised if you knew the number of complaints made to us, which, on investigation, turn out to be groundless. Allow me to cite one or two instances. In one case a missing letter having fallen from the letter-box of the person to whom it was addressed on to the hall-floor, was picked up by a dog and buried in some straw, where it was afterwards found. In another case, the missing letter was discovered sticking against the side of the private letter-box, where it had lain unobserved, and in another the letter had been placed between the leaves of a book as a mark and forgotten. Boys and others sent to post letters are also frequently unfaithful, and sometimes stupid. Many letters have been put into the receptacles for dust in our streets, under the impression that they were pillar letter-boxes, and on one occasion a letter-carrier found two letters forced behind the plate affixed to a pillar letter-box which indicates the hours of collection, obviously placed there by the ignorant sender under the impression that that was the proper way of posting them. Your mention of rats reminds me of several cases in which these animals have been the means of making away with letters. The fact that rats have been seen in your shop, and that your late letters drop on the floor and are left there till morning, inclines me to think that rats are at the bottom of it. I would advise you to make investigation without delay.\"\n\n\"I will, sir, I will,\" exclaimed Mr Blurt, starting up with animation, <|Q|>\"and I thank you heartily for the trouble you have taken with my case. Good-morning. I shall see to this at once.\"<|Q|>\n\nAnd Mr Blurt did see to it at once. He went straight back to his brother's house, and made preparation for a campaign against the rats, for, being a sanguine and impulsive man, he had now become firmly convinced that these animals were somehow at the bottom of the mystery. But he kept his thoughts and intentions to himself.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_0": "Nothing that ever befell me in my life sank so deep into my heart as this farewell. I reproached him a thousand times in my thoughts for leaving me, for I would have gone with him through the world, if I had begged my bread. I felt in my pocket, and there found ten guineas, his gold watch, and two little rings, one a small diamond ring worth only about \u00a36, and the other a plain gold ring.\n\nI sat me down and looked upon these things two hours together, and scarce spoke a word, till my maid interrupted me by telling me my dinner was ready. I ate but little, and after dinner I fell into a vehement fit of crying, every now and then calling him by his name, which was James. \u201cO Jemmy!\u201d said I, <|Q|>\u201ccome back, come back. I\u2019ll give you all I have; I\u2019ll beg, I\u2019ll starve with you.\u201d<|Q|> And thus I ran raving about the room several times, and then sat down between whiles, and then walking about again, called upon him to come back, and then cried again; and thus I passed the afternoon, till about seven o\u2019clock, when it was near dusk, in the evening, being August, when, to my unspeakable surprise, he comes back into the inn, but without a servant, and comes directly up into my chamber.\n\nI was in the greatest confusion imaginable, and so was he too. I could not imagine what should be the occasion of it, and began to be at odds with myself whether to be glad or sorry; but my affection biassed all the rest, and it was impossible to conceal my joy, which was too great for smiles, for it burst out into tears. He was no sooner entered the room but he ran to me and took me in his arms, holding me fast, and almost stopping my breath with his kisses, but spoke not a word. At length I began. \u201cMy dear,\u201d said I,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_1": "I was in the greatest confusion imaginable, and so was he too. I could not imagine what should be the occasion of it, and began to be at odds with myself whether to be glad or sorry; but my affection biassed all the rest, and it was impossible to conceal my joy, which was too great for smiles, for it burst out into tears. He was no sooner entered the room but he ran to me and took me in his arms, holding me fast, and almost stopping my breath with his kisses, but spoke not a word. At length I began. \u201cMy dear,\u201d said I, <|Q|>\u201chow could you go away from me?\u201d<|Q|> to which he gave no answer, for it was impossible for him to speak.\n\nWhen our ecstasies were a little over, he told me he was gone about fifteen miles, but it was not in his power to go any farther without coming back to see me again, and to take his leave of me once more.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_34": "\u201cfor where I have one of the third sort I have two of the second, and four to one of the first, and I get as much by them in proportion as by any; but if you doubt my care of you, I will allow any friend you have to overlook and see if you are well waited on or no.\u201d\n\nThen she explained the particulars of her bill. \u201cIn the first place, madam,\u201d said she, \u201cI would have you observe that here is three months\u2019 keeping; you are but ten shillings a week; I undertake to say you will not complain of my table. I suppose,\u201d says she, \u201cyou do not live cheaper where you are now?\u201d <|Q|>\u201cNo, indeed,\u201d<|Q|> said I, \u201cnot so cheap, for I give six shillings per week for my chamber, and find my own diet as well as I can, which costs me a great deal more.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen, madam,\u201d says she, \u201cif the child should not live, or should be dead-born, as you know sometimes happens, then there is the minister\u2019s article saved; and if you have no friends to come to you, you may save the expense of a supper; so that take those articles out, madam", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_3": "When our ecstasies were a little over, he told me he was gone about fifteen miles, but it was not in his power to go any farther without coming back to see me again, and to take his leave of me once more.\n\nI told him how I had passed my time, and how loud I had called him to come back again. He told me he heard me very plain upon Delamere Forest, at a place about twelve miles off. I smiled. \u201cNay,\u201d says he, \u201cdo not think I am in jest, for if ever I heard your voice in my life, I heard you call me aloud, and sometimes I thought I saw you running after me.\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d said I, <|Q|>\u201cwhat did I say?\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 for I had not named the words to him. \u201cYou called aloud,\u201d says he, \u201cand said, O Jemmy! O Jemmy! come back, come back.\u201d\n\nI laughed at him. \u201cMy dear,\u201d says he, \u201cdo not laugh, for, depend upon it, I heard your voice as plain as you hear mine now; if you please, I\u2019ll go before a magistrate and make oath of it.\u201d I then began to be amazed and surprised, and indeed frightened, and told him what I had really done, and how I had called after him, as above.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_4": "I told him how I had passed my time, and how loud I had called him to come back again. He told me he heard me very plain upon Delamere Forest, at a place about twelve miles off. I smiled. \u201cNay,\u201d says he, \u201cdo not think I am in jest, for if ever I heard your voice in my life, I heard you call me aloud, and sometimes I thought I saw you running after me.\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d said I, \u201cwhat did I say?\u201d \u2014 for I had not named the words to him. <|Q|>\u201cYou called aloud,\u201d<|Q|> says he, \u201cand said, O Jemmy! O Jemmy! come back, come back.\u201d\n\nI laughed at him. \u201cMy dear,\u201d says he, \u201cdo not laugh, for, depend upon it, I heard your voice as plain as you hear mine now; if you please, I\u2019ll go before a magistrate and make oath of it.\u201d I then began to be amazed and surprised, and indeed frightened, and told him what I had really done, and how I had called after him, as above.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_5": "I told him how I had passed my time, and how loud I had called him to come back again. He told me he heard me very plain upon Delamere Forest, at a place about twelve miles off. I smiled. \u201cNay,\u201d says he, \u201cdo not think I am in jest, for if ever I heard your voice in my life, I heard you call me aloud, and sometimes I thought I saw you running after me.\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d said I, \u201cwhat did I say?\u201d \u2014 for I had not named the words to him. \u201cYou called aloud,\u201d says he, <|Q|>\u201cand said, O Jemmy! O Jemmy! come back, come back.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI laughed at him. \u201cMy dear,\u201d says he, \u201cdo not laugh, for, depend upon it, I heard your voice as plain as you hear mine now; if you please, I\u2019ll go before a magistrate and make oath of it.\u201d I then began to be amazed and surprised, and indeed frightened, and told him what I had really done, and how I had called after him, as above.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_6": "\u201cdo not think I am in jest, for if ever I heard your voice in my life, I heard you call me aloud, and sometimes I thought I saw you running after me.\u201d \u201cWhy,\u201d said I, \u201cwhat did I say?\u201d \u2014 for I had not named the words to him. \u201cYou called aloud,\u201d says he, \u201cand said, O Jemmy! O Jemmy! come back, come back.\u201d\n\nI laughed at him. \u201cMy dear,\u201d says he, <|Q|>\u201cdo not laugh, for, depend upon it, I heard your voice as plain as you hear mine now; if you please, I\u2019ll go before a magistrate and make oath of it.\u201d<|Q|> I then began to be amazed and surprised, and indeed frightened, and told him what I had really done, and how I had called after him, as above.\n\nWhen we had amused ourselves a while about this, I said to him: \u201cWell, you shall go away from me no more; I\u2019ll go all over the world with you rather.\u201d He told me it would be a very difficult thing for him to leave me, but since it must be, he hoped I would make it as easy to me as I could; but as for him, it would be his destruction that he foresaw.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_7": "I laughed at him. \u201cMy dear,\u201d says he, \u201cdo not laugh, for, depend upon it, I heard your voice as plain as you hear mine now; if you please, I\u2019ll go before a magistrate and make oath of it.\u201d I then began to be amazed and surprised, and indeed frightened, and told him what I had really done, and how I had called after him, as above.\n\nWhen we had amused ourselves a while about this, I said to him: <|Q|>\u201cWell, you shall go away from me no more; I\u2019ll go all over the world with you rather.\u201d<|Q|> He told me it would be a very difficult thing for him to leave me, but since it must be, he hoped I would make it as easy to me as I could; but as for him, it would be his destruction that he foresaw.\n\nHowever, he told me that he considered he had left me to travel to London alone, which was too long a journey; and that as he might as well go that way as any way else, he was resolved to see me safe thither, or near it; and if he did go away then without taking his leave, I should not take it ill of him; and this he made me promise.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_8": "However, he told me that he considered he had left me to travel to London alone, which was too long a journey; and that as he might as well go that way as any way else, he was resolved to see me safe thither, or near it; and if he did go away then without taking his leave, I should not take it ill of him; and this he made me promise.\n\nHe told me how he had dismissed his three servants, sold their horses, and sent the fellows away to seek their fortunes, and all in a little time, at a town on the road, I know not where. \u201cAnd,\u201d says he, <|Q|>\u201cit cost me some tears all alone by myself, to think how much happier they were than their master, for they could go to the next gentleman\u2019s house to see for a service, whereas,\u201d<|Q|> said he, \u201cI knew not wither to go, or what to do with myself.\u201d\n\nI told him I was so completely miserable in parting with him, that I could not be worse; and that now he was come again, I would not go from him, if he would take me with him, let him go whither he would, or do what he would. And in the meantime I agreed that we would go together to London; but I could not be brought to consent he should go away at last and not take his leave of me, as he proposed to do; but told him, jesting, that if he did, I would call him back again as loud as I did before. Then I pulled out his watch and gave it him back, and his two rings, and his ten guineas; but he would not take them, which made me very much suspect that he resolved to go off upon the road and leave me.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_9": "However, he told me that he considered he had left me to travel to London alone, which was too long a journey; and that as he might as well go that way as any way else, he was resolved to see me safe thither, or near it; and if he did go away then without taking his leave, I should not take it ill of him; and this he made me promise.\n\nHe told me how he had dismissed his three servants, sold their horses, and sent the fellows away to seek their fortunes, and all in a little time, at a town on the road, I know not where. \u201cAnd,\u201d says he, \u201cit cost me some tears all alone by myself, to think how much happier they were than their master, for they could go to the next gentleman\u2019s house to see for a service, whereas,\u201d said he, <|Q|>\u201cI knew not wither to go, or what to do with myself.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI told him I was so completely miserable in parting with him, that I could not be worse; and that now he was come again, I would not go from him, if he would take me with him, let him go whither he would, or do what he would. And in the meantime I agreed that we would go together to London; but I could not be brought to consent he should go away at last and not take his leave of me, as he proposed to do; but told him, jesting, that if he did, I would call him back again as loud as I did before. Then I pulled out his watch and gave it him back, and his two rings, and his ten guineas; but he would not take them, which made me very much suspect that he resolved to go off upon the road and leave me.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_10": "It seems the mistress of the house was not so great a stranger to such cases as mine was as I thought at first she had been, as will appear presently, and she sent for a midwife of the right sort \u2014 that is to say, the right sort for me.\n\nThe woman appeared to be an experienced woman in her business, I mean as a midwife; but she had another calling too, in which she was as expert as most women if not more. My landlady had told her I was very melancholy, and that she believed that had done me harm; and once, before me, said to her, \u201cMrs. B \u2014 \u2014 \u201d (meaning the midwife), <|Q|>\u201cI believe this lady\u2019s trouble is of a kind that is pretty much in your way, and therefore if you can do anything for her, pray do, for she is a very civil gentlewoman\u201d<|Q|>; and so she went out of the room.\n\nI really did not understand her, but my Mother Midnight began very seriously to explain what she meant, as soon as she was gone. \u201cMadam,\u201d says she, \u201cyou seem not to understand what your landlady means; and when you do understand it, you need not let her know at all that you do so.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_9": "Without uttering a word the former sat down on the counter, and burst into a fit of half-savage laughter.\n\n\"Ah, then, you may laugh till you grow fat,\" said Phil, <|Q|>\"but it's more than that you must do if I'm to join you in the laugh.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"What more can I do, Phil?\" asked Aspel, wiping his eyes.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_14": "\u201cto have a husband that cannot appear, is to have no husband in the sense of the case; and, therefore, whether you are a wife or a mistress is all one to me.\u201d\n\nI found presently, that whether I was a whore or a wife, I was to pass for a whore here, so I let that go. I told her it was true, as she said, but that, however, if I must tell her my case, I must tell it her as it was; so I related it to her as short as I could, and I concluded it to her thus. <|Q|>\u201cI trouble you with all this, madam,\u201d<|Q|> said I, \u201cnot that, as you said before, it is much to the purpose in your affair, but this is to the purpose, namely, that I am not in any pain about being seen, or being public or concealed, for \u2019tis perfectly indifferent to me; but my difficulty is, that I have no acquaintance in this part of the nation.\u201d\n\n\u201cI understand you, madam\u201d says she; \u201cyou have no security to bring to prevent the parish impertinences usual in such cases, and perhaps", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_13": "Phil's admiration and love for his friend were intense, but that did not altogether blind him to his faults. He listened attentively, sympathetically but gravely, and said little. He felt, somehow, that London was a dangerous place compared with the west of Ireland, -- that his friend was in danger of something vague and undefined, -- that he himself was in danger of -- he knew not what. While the two were conversing they heard a step in the now quiet street. It advanced quickly, and stopped at the door. There was a rustling sound; something fell on the floor, and the step passed on.\n\n<|Q|>\"It's only a few letters,\"<|Q|> said Aspel; \"Mr Blurt explained matters to me this morning. They seem to have been a careless lot who have managed this business hitherto. A slit was made in the door for letters, but no box has ever been attached to the slit. The letters put through it at night are just allowed to fall on the floor, as you see, and are picked up in the morning. As I am not yet fully initiated into my duties, and don't feel authorised to open these, we will let them lie. -- Hallo! look there.\"", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_16": "I found presently, that whether I was a whore or a wife, I was to pass for a whore here, so I let that go. I told her it was true, as she said, but that, however, if I must tell her my case, I must tell it her as it was; so I related it to her as short as I could, and I concluded it to her thus. \u201cI trouble you with all this, madam,\u201d said I, \u201cnot that, as you said before, it is much to the purpose in your affair, but this is to the purpose, namely, that I am not in any pain about being seen, or being public or concealed, for \u2019tis perfectly indifferent to me; but my difficulty is, that I have no acquaintance in this part of the nation.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI understand you, madam\u201d<|Q|> says she; \u201cyou have no security to bring to prevent the parish impertinences usual in such cases, and perhaps,\u201d says she, \u201cdo not know very well how to dispose of the child when it comes.\u201d \u201cThe last,\u201d says I, \u201cis not so much my concern as the first.\u201d \u201cWell, madam,\u201d answered the midwife, \u201cdare you put yourself into my hands? I live in such a place; though I do not inquire after you, you may inquire after me. My name is B \u2014 \u2014 ; I live in such a stree", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_8": "Alexander walked over to the bookcases. \u201cIt\u2019s the air of the whole place here that I like. You haven\u2019t got anything that doesn\u2019t belong. Seems to me it looks particularly well to-night. And you have so many flowers. I like these little yellow irises.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cRooms always look better by lamplight \u2014 in London, at least. Though Marie is clean \u2014 really clean, as the French are. Why do you look at the flowers so critically? Marie got them all fresh in Covent Garden market yesterday morning.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI\u2019m glad,\u201d said Alexander simply. \u201cI can\u2019t tell you how glad I am to have you so pretty and comfortable here, and to hear every one saying such nice things about you. You\u2019ve got awfully nice friends,\u201d he added humbly, picking up a little jade elephant from her desk. \u201cThose fellows are all very loyal, even Mainhall. They don\u2019t talk of any one else as they do of you.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_7": "\u201cLady Westmere sent them to me from Rome last Christmas. She is very much interested in the American artist who did them. They are all sketches made about the Villa d\u2019Este, you see. He painted that group of cypresses for the Salon, and it was bought for the Luxembourg.\u201d\n\nAlexander walked over to the bookcases. <|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s the air of the whole place here that I like. You haven\u2019t got anything that doesn\u2019t belong. Seems to me it looks particularly well to-night. And you have so many flowers. I like these little yellow irises.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cRooms always look better by lamplight \u2014 in London, at least. Though Marie is clean \u2014 really clean, as the French are. Why do you look at the flowers so critically? Marie got them all fresh in Covent Garden market yesterday morning.\u201d", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_20": "\" They sojourned in that place awhile, his weakness ever increasing and she attending him and buying necessaries for him and for herself, till all the money she had was expended and she became so poor that she had not so much as a dirham left. Then she sent a servant of the Khan to the bazar with some of her clothes, and he sold them; and she spent the price upon her brother; then sold she something more and she ceased not selling all she had, piece by piece, till nothing was left but an old rug. Whereupon she wept and exclaimed, <|Q|>\"Verily is Allah the Orderer of the past and the future!\"<|Q|> Presently her brother said to her, \"O my sister, I feel recovery drawing near and my heart longeth for a little roast meat.\" \"By Allah! O my brother,\" replied she, \"I have no face to beg; but To-morrow I will enter some rich man's house and serve him and earn somewhat for our living.\" Then she bethought herself awhile and said, \"Of a truth 'tis hard for me to leave thee and thou in this state, but I must despite myself", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_20": "\u201cnot that, as you said before, it is much to the purpose in your affair, but this is to the purpose, namely, that I am not in any pain about being seen, or being public or concealed, for \u2019tis perfectly indifferent to me; but my difficulty is, that I have no acquaintance in this part of the nation.\u201d\n\n\u201cI understand you, madam\u201d says she; \u201cyou have no security to bring to prevent the parish impertinences usual in such cases, and perhaps,\u201d says she, \u201cdo not know very well how to dispose of the child when it comes.\u201d \u201cThe last,\u201d says I, \u201cis not so much my concern as the first.\u201d \u201cWell, madam,\u201d answered the midwife, <|Q|>\u201cdare you put yourself into my hands? I live in such a place; though I do not inquire after you, you may inquire after me. My name is B \u2014 \u2014 ; I live in such a street\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 naming the street \u2014 \u201cat the sign of the Cradle. My profession is a midwife, and I have many ladies that come to my house to lie in. I have given security to the parish in general terms to secure them from any charge from whatsoever shall come into the world under my roof. I have but one question to ask in the whole affair, madam,\u201d says she, \u201cand if that be answered you shall be entirely easy for all the rest.\u201d\n\nI presently understood what she meant, and told her,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_22": "\u201cdare you put yourself into my hands? I live in such a place; though I do not inquire after you, you may inquire after me. My name is B \u2014 \u2014 ; I live in such a street\u201d \u2014 naming the street \u2014 \u201cat the sign of the Cradle. My profession is a midwife, and I have many ladies that come to my house to lie in. I have given security to the parish in general terms to secure them from any charge from whatsoever shall come into the world under my roof. I have but one question to ask in the whole affair, madam,\u201d says she, <|Q|>\u201cand if that be answered you shall be entirely easy for all the rest.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI presently understood what she meant, and told her, \u201cMadam, I believe I understand you. I thank God, though I want friends in this part of the world, I do not want money, so far as may be necessary, though I do not abound in that neither\u201d: this I added because I would not make her expect great things. \u201cWell, madam,\u201d says she, \u201cthat is the thing indeed, without which nothing can be done in these cases; and yet,\u201d says she,", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_23": "\u201cat the sign of the Cradle. My profession is a midwife, and I have many ladies that come to my house to lie in. I have given security to the parish in general terms to secure them from any charge from whatsoever shall come into the world under my roof. I have but one question to ask in the whole affair, madam,\u201d says she, \u201cand if that be answered you shall be entirely easy for all the rest.\u201d\n\nI presently understood what she meant, and told her, <|Q|>\u201cMadam, I believe I understand you. I thank God, though I want friends in this part of the world, I do not want money, so far as may be necessary, though I do not abound in that neither\u201d<|Q|>: this I added because I would not make her expect great things. \u201cWell, madam,\u201d says she, \u201cthat is the thing indeed, without which nothing can be done in these cases; and yet,\u201d says she, \u201cyou shall see that I will not impose upon you, or offer anything that is unkind to you, and if you desire it, you shall know everything beforehand, that you may suit yourself to the occasion, and be neither costly or sparing as you see fit.\u201d\n\nI told her she seemed to be so perfectly sensible of my condition, that I had nothing to ask of her but this, that as I had told her that I had money sufficient, but not a great quantity, she would order it so that I might be at as little superfluous charge as possible.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_24": "\u201cat the sign of the Cradle. My profession is a midwife, and I have many ladies that come to my house to lie in. I have given security to the parish in general terms to secure them from any charge from whatsoever shall come into the world under my roof. I have but one question to ask in the whole affair, madam,\u201d says she, \u201cand if that be answered you shall be entirely easy for all the rest.\u201d\n\nI presently understood what she meant, and told her, \u201cMadam, I believe I understand you. I thank God, though I want friends in this part of the world, I do not want money, so far as may be necessary, though I do not abound in that neither\u201d: this I added because I would not make her expect great things. <|Q|>\u201cWell, madam,\u201d<|Q|> says she, \u201cthat is the thing indeed, without which nothing can be done in these cases; and yet,\u201d says she, \u201cyou shall see that I will not impose upon you, or offer anything that is unkind to you, and if you desire it, you shall know everything beforehand, that you may suit yourself to the occasion, and be neither costly or sparing as you see fit.\u201d\n\nI told her she seemed to be so perfectly sensible of my condition, that I had nothing to ask of her but this, that as I had told her that I had money sufficient, but not a great quantity, she would order it so that I might be at as little superfluous charge as possible.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_25": "\u201d says she, \u201cand if that be answered you shall be entirely easy for all the rest.\u201d\n\nI presently understood what she meant, and told her, \u201cMadam, I believe I understand you. I thank God, though I want friends in this part of the world, I do not want money, so far as may be necessary, though I do not abound in that neither\u201d: this I added because I would not make her expect great things. \u201cWell, madam,\u201d says she, <|Q|>\u201cthat is the thing indeed, without which nothing can be done in these cases; and yet,\u201d<|Q|> says she, \u201cyou shall see that I will not impose upon you, or offer anything that is unkind to you, and if you desire it, you shall know everything beforehand, that you may suit yourself to the occasion, and be neither costly or sparing as you see fit.\u201d\n\nI told her she seemed to be so perfectly sensible of my condition, that I had nothing to ask of her but this, that as I had told her that I had money sufficient, but not a great quantity, she would order it so that I might be at as little superfluous charge as possible.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_13": "It was a tiny room, hung all round with French prints, above which ran a shelf full of china. Hilda saw Alexander look up at it.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s not particularly rare,\u201d<|Q|> she said, \u201cbut some of it was my mother\u2019s. Heaven knows how she managed to keep it whole, through all our wanderings, or in what baskets and bundles and theatre trunks it hasn\u2019t been stowed away. We always had our tea out of those blue cups when I was a little girl, sometimes in the queerest lodgings, and sometimes on a trunk at the theatre \u2014 queer theatres, for that matter.\u201d\n\nIt was a wonderful little dinner. There was watercress soup, and sole, and a delightful omelette stuffed with mushrooms and truffles, and two small rare ducklings, and artichokes, and a dry yellow Rhone wine of which Bartley had always been very fond. He drank it appreciatively and remarked that there was still no other he liked so well.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_27": "I looked upon all three bills, and smiled, and told her I did not see but that she was very reasonable in her demands, all things considered, and for that I did not doubt but her accommodations were good.\n\nShe told me I should be judge of that when I saw them. I told her I was sorry to tell her that I feared I must be her lowest-rated customer. <|Q|>\u201cAnd perhaps, madam,\u201d<|Q|> said I, \u201cyou will make me the less welcome upon that account.\u201d \u201cNo, not at all,\u201d said she; \u201cfor where I have one of the third sort I have two of the second, and four to one of the first, and I get as much by them in proportion as by any; but if you doubt my care of you, I will allow any friend you have to overlook and see if you are well waited on or no.\u201d\n\nThen she explained the particulars of her bill.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_28": "I looked upon all three bills, and smiled, and told her I did not see but that she was very reasonable in her demands, all things considered, and for that I did not doubt but her accommodations were good.\n\nShe told me I should be judge of that when I saw them. I told her I was sorry to tell her that I feared I must be her lowest-rated customer. \u201cAnd perhaps, madam,\u201d said I, <|Q|>\u201cyou will make me the less welcome upon that account.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cNo, not at all,\u201d said she; \u201cfor where I have one of the third sort I have two of the second, and four to one of the first, and I get as much by them in proportion as by any; but if you doubt my care of you, I will allow any friend you have to overlook and see if you are well waited on or no.\u201d\n\nThen she explained the particulars of her bill. \u201cIn the first place, madam,\u201d said she, \u201cI would have you observe that here is three months\u2019 keeping; you are but ten shillings a week; I undertake to say you will not complain of my table. I suppose", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_20": "\u201cDon\u2019t I, though! I\u2019m so sorry to hear it. How did her son turn out? I remember how she saved and scraped for him, and how he always lay abed till ten o\u2019clock. He was the laziest fellow at the Beaux Arts; and that\u2019s saying a good deal.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, he is still clever and lazy. They say he is a good architect when he will work. He\u2019s a big, handsome creature, and he hates Americans as much as ever. But Angel \u2014 do you remember Angel?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cPerfectly. Did she ever get back to Brittany and her bains de mer?\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_31": "\u201d said I, \u201cyou will make me the less welcome upon that account.\u201d \u201cNo, not at all,\u201d said she; \u201cfor where I have one of the third sort I have two of the second, and four to one of the first, and I get as much by them in proportion as by any; but if you doubt my care of you, I will allow any friend you have to overlook and see if you are well waited on or no.\u201d\n\nThen she explained the particulars of her bill. <|Q|>\u201cIn the first place, madam,\u201d<|Q|> said she, \u201cI would have you observe that here is three months\u2019 keeping; you are but ten shillings a week; I undertake to say you will not complain of my table. I suppose,\u201d says she, \u201cyou do not live cheaper where you are now?\u201d \u201cNo, indeed,\u201d said I, \u201cnot so cheap, for I give six shillings per week for my chamber, and find my own diet as well as I can, which costs me a great deal more.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_21": "\u201cWell, he is still clever and lazy. They say he is a good architect when he will work. He\u2019s a big, handsome creature, and he hates Americans as much as ever. But Angel \u2014 do you remember Angel?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPerfectly. Did she ever get back to Brittany and her bains de mer?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh, no. Poor Angel! She got tired of cooking and scouring the coppers in Madame Anger\u2019s little kitchen, so she ran away with a soldier, and then with another soldier. Too bad! She still lives about the Quarter, and, though there is always a soldat, she has become a blanchisseuse de fin. She did my blouses beautifully the last time I was there, and was so delighted to see me again. I gave her all my old clothes, even my old hats, though she always wears her Breton headdress. Her hair is still like flax, and her blue eyes are just like a baby\u2019s, and she has the same three freckles on her little nose, and talks about going back to her bains de mer.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_32": "\u201cyou will make me the less welcome upon that account.\u201d \u201cNo, not at all,\u201d said she; \u201cfor where I have one of the third sort I have two of the second, and four to one of the first, and I get as much by them in proportion as by any; but if you doubt my care of you, I will allow any friend you have to overlook and see if you are well waited on or no.\u201d\n\nThen she explained the particulars of her bill. \u201cIn the first place, madam,\u201d said she, <|Q|>\u201cI would have you observe that here is three months\u2019 keeping; you are but ten shillings a week; I undertake to say you will not complain of my table. I suppose,\u201d<|Q|> says she, \u201cyou do not live cheaper where you are now?\u201d \u201cNo, indeed,\u201d said I, \u201cnot so cheap, for I give six shillings per week for my chamber, and find my own diet as well as I can, which costs me a great deal more.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen, madam,\u201d says she, \u201cif the child should not live, or should be dead-born, as you know sometimes happens, then there is the minister\u2019s article saved; and if you have no friends to come to you, you may save the expense of a supper; so that take those articles out, madam", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_33": "\u201cfor where I have one of the third sort I have two of the second, and four to one of the first, and I get as much by them in proportion as by any; but if you doubt my care of you, I will allow any friend you have to overlook and see if you are well waited on or no.\u201d\n\nThen she explained the particulars of her bill. \u201cIn the first place, madam,\u201d said she, \u201cI would have you observe that here is three months\u2019 keeping; you are but ten shillings a week; I undertake to say you will not complain of my table. I suppose,\u201d says she, <|Q|>\u201cyou do not live cheaper where you are now?\u201d<|Q|> \u201cNo, indeed,\u201d said I, \u201cnot so cheap, for I give six shillings per week for my chamber, and find my own diet as well as I can, which costs me a great deal more.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen, madam,\u201d says she, \u201cif the child should not live, or should be dead-born, as you know sometimes happens, then there is the minister\u2019s article saved; and if you have no friends to come to you, you may save the expense of a supper; so that take those articles out, madam", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_2": "When our ecstasies were a little over, he told me he was gone about fifteen miles, but it was not in his power to go any farther without coming back to see me again, and to take his leave of me once more.\n\nI told him how I had passed my time, and how loud I had called him to come back again. He told me he heard me very plain upon Delamere Forest, at a place about twelve miles off. I smiled. \u201cNay,\u201d says he, <|Q|>\u201cdo not think I am in jest, for if ever I heard your voice in my life, I heard you call me aloud, and sometimes I thought I saw you running after me.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cWhy,\u201d said I, \u201cwhat did I say?\u201d \u2014 for I had not named the words to him. \u201cYou called aloud,\u201d says he, \u201cand said, O Jemmy! O Jemmy! come back, come back.\u201d\n\nI laughed at him. \u201cMy dear,\u201d says he, \u201cdo not laugh, for, depend upon it, I heard your voice as plain as you hear mine now; if you please, I\u2019ll go before a magistrate and make oath of it", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_35": "\u201cfor where I have one of the third sort I have two of the second, and four to one of the first, and I get as much by them in proportion as by any; but if you doubt my care of you, I will allow any friend you have to overlook and see if you are well waited on or no.\u201d\n\nThen she explained the particulars of her bill. \u201cIn the first place, madam,\u201d said she, \u201cI would have you observe that here is three months\u2019 keeping; you are but ten shillings a week; I undertake to say you will not complain of my table. I suppose,\u201d says she, \u201cyou do not live cheaper where you are now?\u201d \u201cNo, indeed,\u201d said I, <|Q|>\u201cnot so cheap, for I give six shillings per week for my chamber, and find my own diet as well as I can, which costs me a great deal more.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThen, madam,\u201d says she, \u201cif the child should not live, or should be dead-born, as you know sometimes happens, then there is the minister\u2019s article saved; and if you have no friends to come to you, you may save the expense of a supper; so that take those articles out, madam,\u201d says she, \u201cyour lying in will not cost you above \u00a35, 3s. in all more than your ordinary charge of living.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_26": "Hilda rose quickly, as if she wished to change the drift of their talk, but Bartley found it pleasant to continue it.\n\n\u201cWhat a warm, soft spring evening that was,\u201d he went on, as they sat down in the study with the coffee on a little table between them; <|Q|>\u201cand the sky, over the bridges, was just the color of the lilacs. We walked on down by the river, didn\u2019t we?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda laughed and looked at him questioningly. He saw a gleam in her eyes that he remembered even better than the episode he was recalling.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_37": "\u201cI would have you observe that here is three months\u2019 keeping; you are but ten shillings a week; I undertake to say you will not complain of my table. I suppose,\u201d says she, \u201cyou do not live cheaper where you are now?\u201d \u201cNo, indeed,\u201d said I, \u201cnot so cheap, for I give six shillings per week for my chamber, and find my own diet as well as I can, which costs me a great deal more.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen, madam,\u201d says she, <|Q|>\u201cif the child should not live, or should be dead-born, as you know sometimes happens, then there is the minister\u2019s article saved; and if you have no friends to come to you, you may save the expense of a supper; so that take those articles out, madam,\u201d<|Q|> says she, \u201cyour lying in will not cost you above \u00a35, 3s. in all more than your ordinary charge of living.\u201d\n\nThis was the most reasonable thing that I ever heard of; so I smiled, and told her I would come and be her customer; but I told her also, that as I had two months and more to do, I might perhaps be obliged to stay longer with her than three months, and desired to know if she would not be obliged to remove me before it was proper. No, she said; her house was large, and besides, she never put anybody to remove, that had lain in, till they were willing to go; and if she had more ladies offered, she was not so ill-beloved among her neighbours but she could provide accommodations for twenty, if there was occasion.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_38": "\u201cnot so cheap, for I give six shillings per week for my chamber, and find my own diet as well as I can, which costs me a great deal more.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen, madam,\u201d says she, \u201cif the child should not live, or should be dead-born, as you know sometimes happens, then there is the minister\u2019s article saved; and if you have no friends to come to you, you may save the expense of a supper; so that take those articles out, madam,\u201d says she, <|Q|>\u201cyour lying in will not cost you above \u00a35, 3s. in all more than your ordinary charge of living.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThis was the most reasonable thing that I ever heard of; so I smiled, and told her I would come and be her customer; but I told her also, that as I had two months and more to do, I might perhaps be obliged to stay longer with her than three months, and desired to know if she would not be obliged to remove me before it was proper. No, she said; her house was large, and besides, she never put anybody to remove, that had lain in, till they were willing to go; and if she had more ladies offered, she was not so ill-beloved among her neighbours but she could provide accommodations for twenty, if there was occasion.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_39": "I found she was an eminent lady in her way; and, in short, I agreed to put myself into her hands, and promised her. She then talked of other things, looked about into my accommodations where I was, found fault with my wanting attendance and conveniences, and that I should not be used so at her house. I told her I was shy of speaking, for the woman of the house looked stranger, or at least I thought so, since I had been ill, because I was with child; and I was afraid she would put some affront or other upon me, supposing that I had been able to give but a slight account of myself.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh dear,\u201d<|Q|> said she, \u201cher ladyship is no stranger to these things; she has tried to entertain ladies in your condition several times, but she could not secure the parish; and besides, she is not such a nice lady as you take her to be; however, since you are a-going, you shall not meddle with her, but I\u2019ll see you are a little better looked after while you are here than I think you are, and it shall not cost you the more neither.\u201d\n\nI did not understand her at all; however, I thanked her, and so we parted. The next morning she sent me a chicken roasted and hot, and a pint bottle of sherry, and ordered the maid to tell me that she was to wait on me every day as long as I stayed there.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_41": "I had many times discourses upon that subject with her; but she was full of this argument, that she save the life of many an innocent lamb, as she called them, which would otherwise perhaps have been murdered; and of many women who, made desperate by the misfortune, would otherwise be tempted to destroy their children, and bring themselves to the gallows. I granted her that this was true, and a very commendable thing, provided the poor children fell into good hands afterwards, and were not abused, starved, and neglected by the nurses that bred them up. She answered, that she always took care of that, and had no nurses in her business but what were very good, honest people, and such as might be depended upon.\n\nI could say nothing to the contrary, and so was obliged to say, <|Q|>\u201cMadam, I do not question you do your part honestly, but what those people do afterwards is the main question\u201d<|Q|>; and she stopped my mouth again with saying that she took the utmost care about it.\n\nThe only thing I found in all her conversation on these subjects that gave me any distaste, was, that one time in discouraging about my being far gone with child, and the time I expected to come, she said something that looked as if she could help me off with my burthen sooner, if I was willing; or, in English, that she could give me something to make me miscarry, if I had a desire to put an end to my troubles that way; but I soon let her see that I abhorred the thoughts of it; and, to do her justice, she put it off so cleverly, that I could not say she really intended it, or whether she only mentioned the practice as a horrible thing; for she couched her words so well, and took my meaning so quickly, that she gave her negative before I could explain myself.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_34": "She sat down at the piano and sang. When she finished, Alexander shook himself out of a reverie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSing \u2018The Harp That Once,\u2019 Hilda. You used to sing it so well.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNonsense. Of course I can\u2019t really sing, except the way my mother and grandmother did before me. Most actresses nowadays learn to sing properly, so I tried a master; but he confused me, just!\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_1": "The editor of a monthly review came with his wife, and Lady Kildare, the Irish philanthropist, brought her young nephew, Robert Owen, who had come up from Oxford, and who was visibly excited and gratified by his first introduction to Miss Burgoyne. Hilda was very nice to him, and he sat on the edge of his chair, flushed with his conversational efforts and moving his chin about nervously over his high collar. Sarah Frost, the novelist, came with her husband, a very genial and placid old scholar who had become slightly deranged upon the subject of the fourth dimension. On other matters he was perfectly rational and he was easy and pleasing in conversation. He looked very much like Agassiz, and his wife, in her old-fashioned black silk dress, overskirted and tight-sleeved, reminded Alexander of the early pictures of Mrs. Browning. Hilda seemed particularly fond of this quaint couple, and Bartley himself was so pleased with their mild and thoughtful converse that he took his leave when they did, and walked with them over to Oxford Street, where they waited for their \u2018bus. They asked him to come to see them in Chelsea, and they spoke very tenderly of Hilda. \u201cShe\u2019s a dear, unworldly little thing,\u201d said the philosopher absently; <|Q|>\u201cmore like the stage people of my young days \u2014 folk of simple manners. There aren\u2019t many such left. American tours have spoiled them, I\u2019m afraid. They have all grown very smart. Lamb wouldn\u2019t care a great deal about many of them, I fancy.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander went back to Bedford Square a second Sunday afternoon. He had a long talk with MacConnell, but he got no word with Hilda alone, and he left in a discontented state of mind. For the rest of the week he was nervous and unsettled, and kept rushing his work as if he were preparing for immediate departure. On Thursday afternoon he cut short a committee meeting, jumped into a hansom, and drove to Bedford Square. He sent up his card, but it came back to him with a message scribbled across the front.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_2": "When Bartley arrived at Bedford Square on Sunday evening, Marie, the pretty little French girl, met him at the door and conducted him upstairs. Hilda was writing in her living-room, under the light of a tall desk lamp. Bartley recognized the primrose satin gown she had worn that first evening at Lady Walford\u2019s.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019m so pleased that you think me worth that yellow dress, you know,\u201d<|Q|> he said, taking her hand and looking her over admiringly from the toes of her canary slippers to her smoothly parted brown hair. \u201cYes, it\u2019s very, very pretty. Every one at Lady Walford\u2019s was looking at it.\u201d\n\nHilda curtsied. \u201cIs that why you think it pretty? I\u2019ve no need for fine clothes in Mac\u2019s play this time, so I can afford a few duddies for myself. It\u2019s owing to that same chance, by the way, that I am able to ask you to dinner. I don\u2019t need Marie to dress me this season, so she keeps house for me, and my little Galway girl has gone home for a visit. I should never have asked you if Molly had been here, for I remember you don\u2019t like English cookery.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_3": "When Bartley arrived at Bedford Square on Sunday evening, Marie, the pretty little French girl, met him at the door and conducted him upstairs. Hilda was writing in her living-room, under the light of a tall desk lamp. Bartley recognized the primrose satin gown she had worn that first evening at Lady Walford\u2019s.\n\n\u201cI\u2019m so pleased that you think me worth that yellow dress, you know,\u201d he said, taking her hand and looking her over admiringly from the toes of her canary slippers to her smoothly parted brown hair. <|Q|>\u201cYes, it\u2019s very, very pretty. Every one at Lady Walford\u2019s was looking at it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda curtsied. \u201cIs that why you think it pretty? I\u2019ve no need for fine clothes in Mac\u2019s play this time, so I can afford a few duddies for myself. It\u2019s owing to that same chance, by the way, that I am able to ask you to dinner. I don\u2019t need Marie to dress me this season, so she keeps house for me, and my little Galway girl has gone home for a visit. I should never have asked you if Molly had been here, for I remember you don\u2019t like English cookery.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_5": "Alexander walked about the room, looking at everything.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI haven\u2019t had a chance yet to tell you what a jolly little place I think this is. Where did you get those etchings? They\u2019re quite unusual, aren\u2019t they?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cLady Westmere sent them to me from Rome last Christmas. She is very much interested in the American artist who did them. They are all sketches made about the Villa d\u2019Este, you see. He painted that group of cypresses for the Salon, and it was bought for the Luxembourg.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_6": "\u201cI haven\u2019t had a chance yet to tell you what a jolly little place I think this is. Where did you get those etchings? They\u2019re quite unusual, aren\u2019t they?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cLady Westmere sent them to me from Rome last Christmas. She is very much interested in the American artist who did them. They are all sketches made about the Villa d\u2019Este, you see. He painted that group of cypresses for the Salon, and it was bought for the Luxembourg.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander walked over to the bookcases. \u201cIt\u2019s the air of the whole place here that I like. You haven\u2019t got anything that doesn\u2019t belong. Seems to me it looks particularly well to-night. And you have so many flowers. I like these little yellow irises.\u201d", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_18": "\u201cnot that, as you said before, it is much to the purpose in your affair, but this is to the purpose, namely, that I am not in any pain about being seen, or being public or concealed, for \u2019tis perfectly indifferent to me; but my difficulty is, that I have no acquaintance in this part of the nation.\u201d\n\n\u201cI understand you, madam\u201d says she; \u201cyou have no security to bring to prevent the parish impertinences usual in such cases, and perhaps,\u201d says she, <|Q|>\u201cdo not know very well how to dispose of the child when it comes.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cThe last,\u201d says I, \u201cis not so much my concern as the first.\u201d \u201cWell, madam,\u201d answered the midwife, \u201cdare you put yourself into my hands? I live in such a place; though I do not inquire after you, you may inquire after me. My name is B \u2014 \u2014 ; I live in such a street\u201d \u2014 naming the street \u2014 \u201cat the sign of the Cradle. My profession is a midwife, and I have many ladies that come to my house to lie in. I have given security to the parish in general terms to secure them from any charge from whatsoever shall come into the world under my roof. I have but one question to ask in the whole affair, madam", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_39": "Alexander went over and opened the window for her. \u201cAren\u2019t you afraid to let the wind low like that on your neck? Can\u2019t I get a scarf or something?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAsk a theatre lady if she\u2019s afraid of drafts!\u201d<|Q|> Hilda laughed. \u201cBut perhaps, as I\u2019m so warm \u2014 give me your handkerchief. There, just in front.\u201d He slipped the corners carefully under her shoulder-straps. \u201cThere, that will do. It looks like a bib.\u201d She pushed his hand away quickly and stood looking out into the deserted square. \u201cIsn\u2019t London a tomb on Sunday night?\u201d\n\nAlexander caught the agitation in her voice. He stood a little behind her, and tried to steady himself as he said:", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_17": "I found presently, that whether I was a whore or a wife, I was to pass for a whore here, so I let that go. I told her it was true, as she said, but that, however, if I must tell her my case, I must tell it her as it was; so I related it to her as short as I could, and I concluded it to her thus. \u201cI trouble you with all this, madam,\u201d said I, \u201cnot that, as you said before, it is much to the purpose in your affair, but this is to the purpose, namely, that I am not in any pain about being seen, or being public or concealed, for \u2019tis perfectly indifferent to me; but my difficulty is, that I have no acquaintance in this part of the nation.\u201d\n\n\u201cI understand you, madam\u201d says she; <|Q|>\u201cyou have no security to bring to prevent the parish impertinences usual in such cases, and perhaps,\u201d<|Q|> says she, \u201cdo not know very well how to dispose of the child when it comes.\u201d \u201cThe last,\u201d says I, \u201cis not so much my concern as the first.\u201d \u201cWell, madam,\u201d answered the midwife, \u201cdare you put yourself into my hands? I live in such a place; though I do not inquire after you, you may inquire after me. My name is B \u2014 \u2014 ; I live in such a street\u201d \u2014 naming the street \u2014 \u201cat the sign of the Cradle. My profession is a midwife, and I have many ladies that come to my house to lie in. I have given security to the parish in general terms to secure them from any charge from whatsoever shall come into the world under my roof. I have but one question to ask in the whole affair, madam", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_9": "\u201cRooms always look better by lamplight \u2014 in London, at least. Though Marie is clean \u2014 really clean, as the French are. Why do you look at the flowers so critically? Marie got them all fresh in Covent Garden market yesterday morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m glad,\u201d said Alexander simply. <|Q|>\u201cI can\u2019t tell you how glad I am to have you so pretty and comfortable here, and to hear every one saying such nice things about you. You\u2019ve got awfully nice friends,\u201d<|Q|> he added humbly, picking up a little jade elephant from her desk. \u201cThose fellows are all very loyal, even Mainhall. They don\u2019t talk of any one else as they do of you.\u201d\n\nHilda sat down on the couch and said seriously: \u201cI\u2019ve a neat little sum in the bank, too, now, and I own a mite of a hut in Galway. It\u2019s not worth much, but I love it. I\u2019ve managed to save something every year, and that with helping my three sisters now and then, and tiding poor Cousin Mike over bad seasons. He\u2019s that gifted, you know, but he will drink and loses more good engagements than other fellows ever get. And I\u2019ve traveled a bit, too.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_10": "\u201cRooms always look better by lamplight \u2014 in London, at least. Though Marie is clean \u2014 really clean, as the French are. Why do you look at the flowers so critically? Marie got them all fresh in Covent Garden market yesterday morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m glad,\u201d said Alexander simply. \u201cI can\u2019t tell you how glad I am to have you so pretty and comfortable here, and to hear every one saying such nice things about you. You\u2019ve got awfully nice friends,\u201d he added humbly, picking up a little jade elephant from her desk. <|Q|>\u201cThose fellows are all very loyal, even Mainhall. They don\u2019t talk of any one else as they do of you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda sat down on the couch and said seriously: \u201cI\u2019ve a neat little sum in the bank, too, now, and I own a mite of a hut in Galway. It\u2019s not worth much, but I love it. I\u2019ve managed to save something every year, and that with helping my three sisters now and then, and tiding poor Cousin Mike over bad seasons. He\u2019s that gifted, you know, but he will drink and loses more good engagements than other fellows ever get. And I\u2019ve traveled a bit, too.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_14": "It was a tiny room, hung all round with French prints, above which ran a shelf full of china. Hilda saw Alexander look up at it.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s not particularly rare,\u201d she said, <|Q|>\u201cbut some of it was my mother\u2019s. Heaven knows how she managed to keep it whole, through all our wanderings, or in what baskets and bundles and theatre trunks it hasn\u2019t been stowed away. We always had our tea out of those blue cups when I was a little girl, sometimes in the queerest lodgings, and sometimes on a trunk at the theatre \u2014 queer theatres, for that matter.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt was a wonderful little dinner. There was watercress soup, and sole, and a delightful omelette stuffed with mushrooms and truffles, and two small rare ducklings, and artichokes, and a dry yellow Rhone wine of which Bartley had always been very fond. He drank it appreciatively and remarked that there was still no other he liked so well.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_15": "It was a wonderful little dinner. There was watercress soup, and sole, and a delightful omelette stuffed with mushrooms and truffles, and two small rare ducklings, and artichokes, and a dry yellow Rhone wine of which Bartley had always been very fond. He drank it appreciatively and remarked that there was still no other he liked so well.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have some champagne for you, too. I don\u2019t drink it myself, but I like to see it behave when it\u2019s poured. There is nothing else that looks so jolly.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThank you. But I don\u2019t like it so well as this.\u201d Bartley held the yellow wine against the light and squinted into it as he turned the glass slowly about. \u201cYou have traveled, you say. Have you been in Paris much these late years?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_16": "\u201cI have some champagne for you, too. I don\u2019t drink it myself, but I like to see it behave when it\u2019s poured. There is nothing else that looks so jolly.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThank you. But I don\u2019t like it so well as this.\u201d<|Q|> Bartley held the yellow wine against the light and squinted into it as he turned the glass slowly about. \u201cYou have traveled, you say. Have you been in Paris much these late years?\u201d\n\nHilda lowered one of the candle-shades carefully. \u201cOh, yes, I go over to Paris often. There are few changes in the old Quarter. Dear old Madame Anger is dead \u2014 but perhaps you don\u2019t remember her?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_17": "\u201cI have some champagne for you, too. I don\u2019t drink it myself, but I like to see it behave when it\u2019s poured. There is nothing else that looks so jolly.\u201d\n\n\u201cThank you. But I don\u2019t like it so well as this.\u201d Bartley held the yellow wine against the light and squinted into it as he turned the glass slowly about. <|Q|>\u201cYou have traveled, you say. Have you been in Paris much these late years?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda lowered one of the candle-shades carefully. \u201cOh, yes, I go over to Paris often. There are few changes in the old Quarter. Dear old Madame Anger is dead \u2014 but perhaps you don\u2019t remember her?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_18": "\u201cThank you. But I don\u2019t like it so well as this.\u201d Bartley held the yellow wine against the light and squinted into it as he turned the glass slowly about. \u201cYou have traveled, you say. Have you been in Paris much these late years?\u201d\n\nHilda lowered one of the candle-shades carefully. <|Q|>\u201cOh, yes, I go over to Paris often. There are few changes in the old Quarter. Dear old Madame Anger is dead \u2014 but perhaps you don\u2019t remember her?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t I, though! I\u2019m so sorry to hear it. How did her son turn out? I remember how she saved and scraped for him, and how he always lay abed till ten o\u2019clock. He was the laziest fellow at the Beaux Arts; and that\u2019s saying a good deal.\u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_1": "\"Nothing left nowhere? Sure none of the lads chucked anything aside the path when they ran up?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, father. I looked well both sides.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Humph! Worse lads than you if you knew where to find 'em.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_10_ballantyne_64kb_21": "Full of this idea Mr Enoch Blurt put on his hat with an irascible fling and went off to the City. Arrived at St. Martin's-le-Grand he made for the principal entrance. At any other time he would have, been struck with the grandeur of the buildings. He would have paused and admired the handsome colonnade of the old office and the fine front of the new buildings opposite, but Mr Blurt could see nothing except missing letters. Architecture appealed to him in vain. Perhaps his state of irritability was increased by a vague suspicion that all Government officials were trained and almost bound to throw obstacles in the way of free inquiry.\n\n\"I want,\" said he, planting himself defiantly in front of an official who encountered him in the passage, <|Q|>\"to see the -- the -- Secretary, the -- the -- Postmaster-General, the chief of the Post-Office, whoever he may be. There is my card.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Certainly, sir, will you step this way?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_3": "\"I'm going home to breakfast.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Shall I come too, father?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No. Stop here till Sir Risdon comes down, and tell him I'm very sorry; that we should have cleared out last night, only a born fool saw Jerry Nandy's lobster-boat coming into the cove, and came running to say it was a party from the cutter.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_5": "\"Yes, father.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Tell him not to be uneasy; 'tis all right, and I'll have everything clear away to-night.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe dull sound of departing steps, and a low whistling sound coming down through the skylight window into the cabin where Archy Raystoke lay with his heavy eyelids pressed down by sleep.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_30": "I looked upon all three bills, and smiled, and told her I did not see but that she was very reasonable in her demands, all things considered, and for that I did not doubt but her accommodations were good.\n\nShe told me I should be judge of that when I saw them. I told her I was sorry to tell her that I feared I must be her lowest-rated customer. \u201cAnd perhaps, madam,\u201d said I, \u201cyou will make me the less welcome upon that account.\u201d \u201cNo, not at all,\u201d said she; <|Q|>\u201cfor where I have one of the third sort I have two of the second, and four to one of the first, and I get as much by them in proportion as by any; but if you doubt my care of you, I will allow any friend you have to overlook and see if you are well waited on or no.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThen she explained the particulars of her bill. \u201cIn the first place, madam,\u201d said she, \u201cI would have you observe that here is three months\u2019 keeping; you are but ten shillings a week; I undertake to say you will not complain of my table. I suppose,\u201d says she, \u201cyou do not live cheaper where you are now?\u201d \u201cNo, indeed,\u201d said I, \u201cnot so cheap, for I give six shillings per week for my chamber, and find my own diet as well as I can, which costs me a great deal more.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_25": "Hilda rose quickly, as if she wished to change the drift of their talk, but Bartley found it pleasant to continue it.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat a warm, soft spring evening that was,\u201d<|Q|> he went on, as they sat down in the study with the coffee on a little table between them; \u201cand the sky, over the bridges, was just the color of the lilacs. We walked on down by the river, didn\u2019t we?\u201d\n\nHilda laughed and looked at him questioningly. He saw a gleam in her eyes that he remembered even better than the episode he was recalling.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_24": "Bartley looked at Hilda across the yellow light of the candles and broke into a low, happy laugh. \u201cHow jolly it was being young, Hilda! Do you remember that first walk we took together in Paris? We walked down to the Place Saint-Michel to buy some lilacs. Do you remember how sweet they smelled?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIndeed I do. Come, we\u2019ll have our coffee in the other room, and you can smoke.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda rose quickly, as if she wished to change the drift of their talk, but Bartley found it pleasant to continue it.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_6": "The dull sound of departing steps, and a low whistling sound coming down through the skylight window into the cabin where Archy Raystoke lay with his heavy eyelids pressed down by sleep.\n\n\"What a queer dream!\" he thought to himself. <|Q|>\"No; it couldn't be a dream. He must be awake. But how queer for Mr Gurr to be talking like that to Andrew Teal, the boy who helped the cook! And why did Andy call Mr Gurr father?\"<|Q|>\n\nThere was an interval of thinking over this knotty question, during which the low whistling went on.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_27": "Hilda laughed and looked at him questioningly. He saw a gleam in her eyes that he remembered even better than the episode he was recalling.\n\n\u201cI think we did,\u201d she answered demurely. <|Q|>\u201cIt was on the Quai we met that woman who was crying so bitterly. I gave her a spray of lilac, I remember, and you gave her a franc. I was frightened at your prodigality.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI expect it was the last franc I had. What a strong brown face she had, and very tragic. She looked at us with such despair and longing, out from under her black shawl. What she wanted from us was neither our flowers nor our francs, but just our youth. I remember it touched me so. I would have given her some of mine off my back, if I could. I had enough and to spare then,\u201d Bartley mused, and looked thoughtfully at his cigar.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_30": "\u201d It was not in the ingratiating tone of the habitual beggar: it had come out of the depths of the poor creature\u2019s sorrow, vibrating with pity for their youth and despair at the terribleness of human life; it had the anguish of a voice of prophecy. Until she spoke, Bartley had not realized that he was in love. The strange woman, and her passionate sentence that rang out so sharply, had frightened them both. They went home sadly with the lilacs, back to the Rue Saint-Jacques, walking very slowly, arm in arm. When they reached the house where Hilda lodged, Bartley went across the court with her, and up the dark old stairs to the third landing; and there he had kissed her for the first time. He had shut his eyes to give him the courage, he remembered, and she had trembled so \u2014 \n\nBartley started when Hilda rang the little bell beside her. <|Q|>\u201cDear me, why did you do that? I had quite forgotten \u2014 I was back there. It was very jolly,\u201d<|Q|> he murmured lazily, as Marie came in to take away the coffee.\n\nHilda laughed and went over to the piano. \u201cWell, we are neither of us twenty now, you know. Have I told you about my new play? Mac is writing one; really for me this time. You see, I\u2019m coming on.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_31": "Bartley started when Hilda rang the little bell beside her. \u201cDear me, why did you do that? I had quite forgotten \u2014 I was back there. It was very jolly,\u201d he murmured lazily, as Marie came in to take away the coffee.\n\nHilda laughed and went over to the piano. <|Q|>\u201cWell, we are neither of us twenty now, you know. Have I told you about my new play? Mac is writing one; really for me this time. You see, I\u2019m coming on.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI\u2019ve seen nothing else. What kind of a part is it? Shall you wear yellow gowns? I hope so.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_29": "\u201cI expect it was the last franc I had. What a strong brown face she had, and very tragic. She looked at us with such despair and longing, out from under her black shawl. What she wanted from us was neither our flowers nor our francs, but just our youth. I remember it touched me so. I would have given her some of mine off my back, if I could. I had enough and to spare then,\u201d Bartley mused, and looked thoughtfully at his cigar.\n\nThey were both remembering what the woman had said when she took the money: <|Q|>\u201cGod give you a happy love!\u201d<|Q|> It was not in the ingratiating tone of the habitual beggar: it had come out of the depths of the poor creature\u2019s sorrow, vibrating with pity for their youth and despair at the terribleness of human life; it had the anguish of a voice of prophecy. Until she spoke, Bartley had not realized that he was in love. The strange woman, and her passionate sentence that rang out so sharply, had frightened them both. They went home sadly with the lilacs, back to the Rue Saint-Jacques, walking very slowly, arm in arm. When they reached the house where Hilda lodged, Bartley went across the court with her, and up the dark old stairs to the third landing; and there he had kissed her for the first time. He had shut his eyes to give him the courage, he remembered, and she had trembled so \u2014 ", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_33": "He was looking at her round slender figure, as she stood by the piano, turning over a pile of music, and he felt the energy in every line of it.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, it isn\u2019t a dress-up part. He doesn\u2019t seem to fancy me in fine feathers. He says I ought to be minding the pigs at home, and I suppose I ought. But he\u2019s given me some good Irish songs. Listen.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe sat down at the piano and sang. When she finished, Alexander shook himself out of a reverie.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_15": "\"Won't do,\" said Ram quickly. \"I know you. Been playing the spy, that's what you've been doing. Who locked you in?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Will you come round and open the door?\"<|Q|> said Archy in an angry whisper.\n\n\"Oh, of course,\" replied the boy grinning; and he dropped down, rushed through the bushes, and disappeared from view.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_0": "The editor of a monthly review came with his wife, and Lady Kildare, the Irish philanthropist, brought her young nephew, Robert Owen, who had come up from Oxford, and who was visibly excited and gratified by his first introduction to Miss Burgoyne. Hilda was very nice to him, and he sat on the edge of his chair, flushed with his conversational efforts and moving his chin about nervously over his high collar. Sarah Frost, the novelist, came with her husband, a very genial and placid old scholar who had become slightly deranged upon the subject of the fourth dimension. On other matters he was perfectly rational and he was easy and pleasing in conversation. He looked very much like Agassiz, and his wife, in her old-fashioned black silk dress, overskirted and tight-sleeved, reminded Alexander of the early pictures of Mrs. Browning. Hilda seemed particularly fond of this quaint couple, and Bartley himself was so pleased with their mild and thoughtful converse that he took his leave when they did, and walked with them over to Oxford Street, where they waited for their \u2018bus. They asked him to come to see them in Chelsea, and they spoke very tenderly of Hilda. <|Q|>\u201cShe\u2019s a dear, unworldly little thing,\u201d<|Q|> said the philosopher absently; \u201cmore like the stage people of my young days \u2014 folk of simple manners. There aren\u2019t many such left. American tours have spoiled them, I\u2019m afraid. They have all grown very smart. Lamb wouldn\u2019t care a great deal about many of them, I fancy.\u201d\n\nAlexander went back to Bedford Square a second Sunday afternoon. He had a long talk with MacConnell, but he got no word with Hilda alone, and he left in a discontented state of mind. For the rest of the week he was nervous and unsettled, and kept rushing his work as if he were preparing for immediate departure. On Thursday afternoon he cut short a committee meeting, jumped into a hansom, and drove to Bedford Square. He sent up his card, but it came back to him with a message scribbled across the front.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_36": "\u201cNonsense. Of course I can\u2019t really sing, except the way my mother and grandmother did before me. Most actresses nowadays learn to sing properly, so I tried a master; but he confused me, just!\u201d\n\nAlexander laughed. <|Q|>\u201cAll the same, sing it, Hilda.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda started up from the stool and moved restlessly toward the window. \u201cIt\u2019s really too warm in this room to sing. Don\u2019t you feel it?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_35": "\u201cSing \u2018The Harp That Once,\u2019 Hilda. You used to sing it so well.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNonsense. Of course I can\u2019t really sing, except the way my mother and grandmother did before me. Most actresses nowadays learn to sing properly, so I tried a master; but he confused me, just!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander laughed. \u201cAll the same, sing it, Hilda.\u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_18": "And be stuck there, and dragged out like a rabbit by the hind legs from his hole!\n\n\"No; I've degraded myself enough,\" he said angrily, <|Q|>\"and there are sure to be bars across. Hah!\"<|Q|>\n\nA happy inspiration had come, and placing one hand upon his breast, he thrust in the other, gave a tug, and drew out his little curved dirk, glanced at the edge, ran to the window and began to cut at one of the bars.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_37": "Alexander laughed. \u201cAll the same, sing it, Hilda.\u201d\n\nHilda started up from the stool and moved restlessly toward the window. <|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s really too warm in this room to sing. Don\u2019t you feel it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander went over and opened the window for her. \u201cAren\u2019t you afraid to let the wind low like that on your neck? Can\u2019t I get a scarf or something?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_40": "Alexander went over and opened the window for her. \u201cAren\u2019t you afraid to let the wind low like that on your neck? Can\u2019t I get a scarf or something?\u201d\n\n\u201cAsk a theatre lady if she\u2019s afraid of drafts!\u201d Hilda laughed. <|Q|>\u201cBut perhaps, as I\u2019m so warm \u2014 give me your handkerchief. There, just in front.\u201d<|Q|> He slipped the corners carefully under her shoulder-straps. \u201cThere, that will do. It looks like a bib.\u201d She pushed his hand away quickly and stood looking out into the deserted square. \u201cIsn\u2019t London a tomb on Sunday night?\u201d\n\nAlexander caught the agitation in her voice. He stood a little behind her, and tried to steady himself as he said: \u201cIt\u2019s soft and misty. See how white the stars are.\u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_20": "\"Anything I can,\" cried Archy eagerly.\n\n<|Q|>\"Well, you give me that little sword o' your'n.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No; I can't part with that.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_19": "\"Hullo!\" he cried, in a whisper, as if he did not wish to be heard; \"here you are still.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes. Come round and open the door.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"What'll yer give me?\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_41": "Alexander went over and opened the window for her. \u201cAren\u2019t you afraid to let the wind low like that on your neck? Can\u2019t I get a scarf or something?\u201d\n\n\u201cAsk a theatre lady if she\u2019s afraid of drafts!\u201d Hilda laughed. \u201cBut perhaps, as I\u2019m so warm \u2014 give me your handkerchief. There, just in front.\u201d He slipped the corners carefully under her shoulder-straps. <|Q|>\u201cThere, that will do. It looks like a bib.\u201d<|Q|> She pushed his hand away quickly and stood looking out into the deserted square. \u201cIsn\u2019t London a tomb on Sunday night?\u201d\n\nAlexander caught the agitation in her voice. He stood a little behind her, and tried to steady himself as he said: \u201cIt\u2019s soft and misty. See how white the stars are.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_43": "\u201d Hilda laughed. \u201cBut perhaps, as I\u2019m so warm \u2014 give me your handkerchief. There, just in front.\u201d He slipped the corners carefully under her shoulder-straps. \u201cThere, that will do. It looks like a bib.\u201d She pushed his hand away quickly and stood looking out into the deserted square. \u201cIsn\u2019t London a tomb on Sunday night?\u201d\n\nAlexander caught the agitation in her voice. He stood a little behind her, and tried to steady himself as he said: <|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s soft and misty. See how white the stars are.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nFor a long time neither Hilda nor Bartley spoke. They stood close together, looking out into the wan, watery sky, breathing always more quickly and lightly, and it seemed as if all the clocks in the world had stopped. Suddenly he moved the clenched hand he held behind him and dropped it violently at his side. He felt a tremor run through the slender yellow figure in front of him.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_25": "\"Well, then, two. Be quick, there's a good fellow. I want to get away at once.\"\n\n\"Not you,\" said the boy jeeringly. <|Q|>\"It would be a pity. I say, do you know what you look like?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"A fisher-boy.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_26": "\"A fisher-boy.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Not you. Only a sham. Why, your clothes don't fit you, and your cap's put on all skew-rew. Don't look a bit like a fisher-lad, and never will.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Never mind about that; let me out of this place.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_45": "She caught his handkerchief from her throat and thrust it at him without turning round. \u201cHere, take it. You must go now, Bartley. Good-night.\u201d\n\nBartley leaned over her shoulder, without touching her, and whispered in her ear: <|Q|>\u201cYou are giving me a chance?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes. Take it and go. This isn\u2019t fair, you know. Good-night.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_46": "Bartley leaned over her shoulder, without touching her, and whispered in her ear: \u201cYou are giving me a chance?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes. Take it and go. This isn\u2019t fair, you know. Good-night.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander unclenched the two hands at his sides. With one he threw down the window and with the other \u2014 still standing behind her \u2014 he drew her back against him.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_19": "Hilda lowered one of the candle-shades carefully. \u201cOh, yes, I go over to Paris often. There are few changes in the old Quarter. Dear old Madame Anger is dead \u2014 but perhaps you don\u2019t remember her?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t I, though! I\u2019m so sorry to hear it. How did her son turn out? I remember how she saved and scraped for him, and how he always lay abed till ten o\u2019clock. He was the laziest fellow at the Beaux Arts; and that\u2019s saying a good deal.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, he is still clever and lazy. They say he is a good architect when he will work. He\u2019s a big, handsome creature, and he hates Americans as much as ever. But Angel \u2014 do you remember Angel?\u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_2": "\"Yes, father. I looked well both sides.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Humph! Worse lads than you if you knew where to find 'em.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Thank ye, father.\"", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_29": "I looked upon all three bills, and smiled, and told her I did not see but that she was very reasonable in her demands, all things considered, and for that I did not doubt but her accommodations were good.\n\nShe told me I should be judge of that when I saw them. I told her I was sorry to tell her that I feared I must be her lowest-rated customer. \u201cAnd perhaps, madam,\u201d said I, \u201cyou will make me the less welcome upon that account.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cNo, not at all,\u201d<|Q|> said she; \u201cfor where I have one of the third sort I have two of the second, and four to one of the first, and I get as much by them in proportion as by any; but if you doubt my care of you, I will allow any friend you have to overlook and see if you are well waited on or no.\u201d\n\nThen she explained the particulars of her bill. \u201cIn the first place, madam,\u201d said she, \u201cI would have you observe that here is three months\u2019 keeping; you are but ten shillings a week; I undertake to say you will not complain of my table. I suppose", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_4": "\"Shall I come too, father?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No. Stop here till Sir Risdon comes down, and tell him I'm very sorry; that we should have cleared out last night, only a born fool saw Jerry Nandy's lobster-boat coming into the cove, and came running to say it was a party from the cutter.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes, father.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_34": "Ram showed his white teeth, as he burst out with a long, low fit of laughter.\n\n\"You rope's-end me!\" he said. <|Q|>\"Why, I could tie you up in a knot, and heave you off the cliff any day. What a game! Bit of a middy, fed on salt tack and weevilly biscuit, talk of giving me rope's-end! Dressed up with a dirty face and a bit o' canvas! Go back aboard, and put on your uniform. Ha! Ha! Ha!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Once more; will you come and let me out?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_7": "There was an interval of thinking over this knotty question, during which the low whistling went on.\n\n<|Q|>\"If Mr Brough goes on deck and catches that boy whistling, there'll be someone to pay and no pitch hot,\"<|Q|> thought Archy nautically. \"But what did Mr Gurr mean about going home to breakfast? And I'm hungry too. Time I was up, I suppose.\"\n\nHe gave himself a twist, and was about to turn out of his sleeping place, and then opened his eyes widely, and stared about him, too much overcome still by his heavy sleep to quite comprehend why it was that he was in a gloomy, oak-panelled, poorly furnished room, staring at an iron-barred open window.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_8": "There was an interval of thinking over this knotty question, during which the low whistling went on.\n\n\"If Mr Brough goes on deck and catches that boy whistling, there'll be someone to pay and no pitch hot,\" thought Archy nautically. <|Q|>\"But what did Mr Gurr mean about going home to breakfast? And I'm hungry too. Time I was up, I suppose.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe gave himself a twist, and was about to turn out of his sleeping place, and then opened his eyes widely, and stared about him, too much overcome still by his heavy sleep to quite comprehend why it was that he was in a gloomy, oak-panelled, poorly furnished room, staring at an iron-barred open window.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_37": "\"No. I'm going to keep you here till the gentlefolks get up, and then I'll bring 'em round to see the monkey in his cage, just like they do in the shows, when you pay a penny. See you for nothing, middy. I say, where's your sword? Why don't you draw it, and come out and fight? I'll fight you with a stick.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You insolent young scoundrel!\"<|Q|> cried Archy, darting his hand through between the bars, overcome now by his rage, and catching Ram by the collar.\n\nTo his astonishment the boy did not flinch, but thrust his own arms through, placing them about the middy's waist, clenching his hands behind, and uttering a sharp whistle.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_9": "Ram was the first to recover from his surprise.\n\n\"Hullo!\" he said, <|Q|>\"who are you? I was wondering why that window was open.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Here, quick! Go round and open the door. I was shut in last night by mistake.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_10": "\"Hullo!\" he said, \"who are you? I was wondering why that window was open.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Here, quick! Go round and open the door. I was shut in last night by mistake.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Oh!\" said Ram looking puzzled. \"I saw you last night, and wondered whose boy you was. It was you father kicked for shirking, and -- My! -- well: I hardly knowed you.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_1": "Gordon grinned wryly at the emphasis on his title. No need to ask what had happened to Murdoch's recommendation. He joined Izzy in the locker room, summing up the situation.\n\n\"Yeah.\" Izzy looked worried, his thin face pinched in. <|Q|>\"Maybe I didn't do you a favor, gov'nor, pulling you here. I dunno. I got some pics of Trench from a guy I know. That's how I got my beat so fast in the Seventh. But Trench ain't married, and I guess I've used up the touch. Maybe I could try it, though.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Forget it,\" Gordon told him. \"I'll work it out somehow.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_39": "The midshipman gave his head a jerk, but the effort was vain, for the hand over his eyes gave place to a broad handkerchief, which was tightly tied behind, and then a fierce voice whispered in his ear, -- \n\n<|Q|>\"Keep still, or you'll get your weasand slit. D'ye hear?\"<|Q|>\n\nBut in spite of the threat the lad, frenzied now by rage and excitement, struggled so hard that a fresh rope was wound round him, and he was lifted up by two men, and carried away.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_13": "\"Nonsense! Come round and open the door. I've been shut in all night.\"\n\n\"Won't do,\" said Ram grinning. <|Q|>\"Think I don't know you, Mr Orficer? Where's your fine clothes and your sword? Here, what made you dress up like that?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You're mistaken,\" said Archy gruffly, as he made a feeble struggle to keep up the character he had assumed.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_4": "There was no sign of the thug, but Fats came out of his back office just as Gordon reached the little bar. He came over, nodded, picked up a cup and dice and began shaking them.\n\n\"High man for sixty,\" he said automatically, and expertly rolled bull's-eyes for a two. <|Q|>\"Izzy said you'd be around. Sorry my man drew that knife on you the last time, Corporal.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon rolled an eight, pocketed the bills, and shrugged. \"Accidents will happen, Fats.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_2": "\"Yeah.\" Izzy looked worried, his thin face pinched in. \"Maybe I didn't do you a favor, gov'nor, pulling you here. I dunno. I got some pics of Trench from a guy I know. That's how I got my beat so fast in the Seventh. But Trench ain't married, and I guess I've used up the touch. Maybe I could try it, though.\"\n\n\"Forget it,\" Gordon told him. <|Q|>\"I'll work it out somehow.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe beat was a gold mine. It lay through the section where Gordon had first tried his luck on Mars. There were a dozen or so gambling joints, half a dozen cheap saloons, and a fair number of places listed as rooming houses, though they made no bones about the fact that all their permanent inhabitants were female. Then the beat swung off, past a row of small businesses and genuine rooming houses, before turning back to the main section.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_16": "Archy stepped back to the door listening, but there was not a sound.\n\n<|Q|>\"He has gone to give the alarm,\"<|Q|> thought the prisoner, and he looked excitedly round for a way of escape.\n\nNothing but the chimney presented itself. The door was too strong to attack, and he remembered the three fastenings.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_6": "Gordon rolled an eight, pocketed the bills, and shrugged. \"Accidents will happen, Fats.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" The other picked up the dice and began rolling sevens absently. <|Q|>\"How come you're walking beat, anyhow? With what you pulled here, you should have bought a captaincy.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon told him briefly. The man chuckled grimly. \"Well, that's Mars,\" he said, and turned back to his private quarters.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_5": "\"High man for sixty,\" he said automatically, and expertly rolled bull's-eyes for a two. \"Izzy said you'd be around. Sorry my man drew that knife on you the last time, Corporal.\"\n\nGordon rolled an eight, pocketed the bills, and shrugged. <|Q|>\"Accidents will happen, Fats.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yeah.\" The other picked up the dice and began rolling sevens absently. \"How come you're walking beat, anyhow? With what you pulled here, you should have bought a captaincy.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_12": "Marie opened the door and smilingly announced that dinner was served.\n\n\u201cMy dining-room,\u201d Hilda explained, as she led the way, <|Q|>\u201cis the tiniest place you have ever seen.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt was a tiny room, hung all round with French prints, above which ran a shelf full of china. Hilda saw Alexander look up at it.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_8": "Mostly, it was routine work. They came on a drunk later, collapsed in an alley. But the muggers had apparently given up before Izzy and Gordon arrived, since the man had his wallet clutched in his hand. Gordon reached for it, twisting his lips.\n\nIzzy stopped him. <|Q|>\"It ain't honest, gov'nor. If the gees in the wagon clean him, or the desk man gets it, that's their business. But I'm going to run a straight beat, or else!\"<|Q|>\n\nThat was followed by a call to remove a berserk spaceman from one of the so-called rooming houses. Gordon noticed that workmen were busy setting up a heavy wooden gate in front of the entrance to the place. There were a lot of such preparations going on for the forthcoming elections.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_22": "\"Ha! Ha! Ha!\" laughed the boy jeeringly.\n\n<|Q|>\"But I'll -- yes, I'll give you a guinea, if you will let me out.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Guinea?\" said the boy. \"Think I'd do it for a guinea?\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_42": "\u201cAren\u2019t you afraid to let the wind low like that on your neck? Can\u2019t I get a scarf or something?\u201d\n\n\u201cAsk a theatre lady if she\u2019s afraid of drafts!\u201d Hilda laughed. \u201cBut perhaps, as I\u2019m so warm \u2014 give me your handkerchief. There, just in front.\u201d He slipped the corners carefully under her shoulder-straps. \u201cThere, that will do. It looks like a bib.\u201d She pushed his hand away quickly and stood looking out into the deserted square. <|Q|>\u201cIsn\u2019t London a tomb on Sunday night?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander caught the agitation in her voice. He stood a little behind her, and tried to steady himself as he said: \u201cIt\u2019s soft and misty. See how white the stars are.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_13": "\"Yeah.\" Trench shoved a letter forward; it bore the \"official business\" seal of Solar Security, and was addressed to Corporal Bruce Gordon, Nineteenth Police Precinct, Marsport. Trench kept his eyes on it, his face filled with suspicion and the vague fear most men had for Security.\n\n\"Yeah,\" he said again. <|Q|>\"Okay, probably routine. Only next time, Gordon, put the facts on your record with the Force. If you're a deportee, it should show up. That's all!\"<|Q|>\n\nBruce Gordon went out, holding the envelope. The warning in Trench's voice wasn't for any omission on his record, he knew. He shoved the envelope into his belt pocket and waited until he was in his own room before opening it.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_24": "\"Guinea?\" said the boy. \"Think I'd do it for a guinea?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Well, then, two. Be quick, there's a good fellow. I want to get away at once.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Not you,\" said the boy jeeringly. \"It would be a pity. I say, do you know what you look like?\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_44": "For a long time neither Hilda nor Bartley spoke. They stood close together, looking out into the wan, watery sky, breathing always more quickly and lightly, and it seemed as if all the clocks in the world had stopped. Suddenly he moved the clenched hand he held behind him and dropped it violently at his side. He felt a tremor run through the slender yellow figure in front of him.\n\nShe caught his handkerchief from her throat and thrust it at him without turning round. <|Q|>\u201cHere, take it. You must go now, Bartley. Good-night.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBartley leaned over her shoulder, without touching her, and whispered in her ear: \u201cYou are giving me a chance?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_14": "He was lucky; he came on a pusher working one of the better houses -- long after his collections should have been over. He knew by the man's face that no protection had been paid higher up. The pusher was well-heeled; Gordon confiscated the money.\n\nThis time, Izzy made no protest. Lifting the roll of anyone outside the enforced part of Mars' laws was apparently honest, in his eyes. He nodded, and pointed to the man's belt. <|Q|>\"Pick up the snow, too.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe pusher's face paled. He must have had his total capital with him, because stark ruin shone in his eyes. \"Good God, Sergeant,\" he pleaded, \"leave me something! I'll make it right. I'll cut you in. I gotta have some of that for myself!\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_0": "\"Yes, father, quite.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Nothing left nowhere? Sure none of the lads chucked anything aside the path when they ran up?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes, father. I looked well both sides.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_29": "\"Because I want my liberty.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Not you. Looks comf'table enough as you are. I say, do you know what you are like now?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I told you, a fisher-boy!\" cried Archy impatiently, but trying not to offend his visitor, who possessed the power of conferring freedom, by speaking sharply.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_30": "\"Not you. Looks comf'table enough as you are. I say, do you know what you are like now?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I told you, a fisher-boy!\"<|Q|> cried Archy impatiently, but trying not to offend his visitor, who possessed the power of conferring freedom, by speaking sharply.\n\n\"Not you. Look like a wild beast in a cage. Like a monkey.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_27": "\"Not you. Only a sham. Why, your clothes don't fit you, and your cap's put on all skew-rew. Don't look a bit like a fisher-lad, and never will.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Never mind about that; let me out of this place.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"What for?\" cried Ram.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_31": "\"I told you, a fisher-boy!\" cried Archy impatiently, but trying not to offend his visitor, who possessed the power of conferring freedom, by speaking sharply.\n\n<|Q|>\"Not you. Look like a wild beast in a cage. Like a monkey.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You insolent -- \"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_32": "Archy checked himself, and the boy laughed.\n\n<|Q|>\"It was your turn yesterday, it's mine to-day. What a game! You laughed and fleered at me when I was on the cutter's deck. I can laugh and fleer at you now. I say, you do look a rum 'un. Just like a big monkey in a show.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Look here, sir!\" said Archy, losing his temper. \"Gentlemen don't fight with low, common fellows like you, but if you do not come round and let me out, next time we meet I'll have a bit of rope's-end ready for you.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_33": "\"It was your turn yesterday, it's mine to-day. What a game! You laughed and fleered at me when I was on the cutter's deck. I can laugh and fleer at you now. I say, you do look a rum 'un. Just like a big monkey in a show.\"\n\n\"Look here, sir!\" said Archy, losing his temper. <|Q|>\"Gentlemen don't fight with low, common fellows like you, but if you do not come round and let me out, next time we meet I'll have a bit of rope's-end ready for you.\"<|Q|>\n\nRam showed his white teeth, as he burst out with a long, low fit of laughter.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_23": "\u201cAh, no. Poor Angel! She got tired of cooking and scouring the coppers in Madame Anger\u2019s little kitchen, so she ran away with a soldier, and then with another soldier. Too bad! She still lives about the Quarter, and, though there is always a soldat, she has become a blanchisseuse de fin. She did my blouses beautifully the last time I was there, and was so delighted to see me again. I gave her all my old clothes, even my old hats, though she always wears her Breton headdress. Her hair is still like flax, and her blue eyes are just like a baby\u2019s, and she has the same three freckles on her little nose, and talks about going back to her bains de mer.\u201d\n\nBartley looked at Hilda across the yellow light of the candles and broke into a low, happy laugh. <|Q|>\u201cHow jolly it was being young, Hilda! Do you remember that first walk we took together in Paris? We walked down to the Place Saint-Michel to buy some lilacs. Do you remember how sweet they smelled?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIndeed I do. Come, we\u2019ll have our coffee in the other room, and you can smoke.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_26": "\"Thanks,\" he said, but his voice was bitter in his ears. \"I'll go home and rest. Drinking costs too much for what I make. It's a good thing you don't have income tax here.\"\n\n\"We do,\" Trench said flatly; <|Q|>\"forty per cent. Better make out a form next week, and start paying it regularly. But you can deduct your contributions here.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon got out before he learned more good news.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_24": "The hint was hardly veiled. Gordon stuck the tickets into his wallet. Mars was a fine planet for picking up easy money -- but holding it was another matter.\n\nTrench counted the money and put it away. <|Q|>\"Thanks, Gordon. That fills my quota. Look, you've been on overtime all week. Why not skip the meeting? Isaacs can brief you, later. Go out and get drunk, or something.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe comparative friendliness of the peace offering was probably the ultimate in graciousness from Trench. Idly, Gordon wondered what kind of pressures the captains were under; it must be pretty stiff, judging by the relief the man was showing at making quota.", "Solo.606.121.moll_flanders_13_defoe_64kb_36": "\u201d said she, \u201cI would have you observe that here is three months\u2019 keeping; you are but ten shillings a week; I undertake to say you will not complain of my table. I suppose,\u201d says she, \u201cyou do not live cheaper where you are now?\u201d \u201cNo, indeed,\u201d said I, \u201cnot so cheap, for I give six shillings per week for my chamber, and find my own diet as well as I can, which costs me a great deal more.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThen, madam,\u201d<|Q|> says she, \u201cif the child should not live, or should be dead-born, as you know sometimes happens, then there is the minister\u2019s article saved; and if you have no friends to come to you, you may save the expense of a supper; so that take those articles out, madam,\u201d says she, \u201cyour lying in will not cost you above \u00a35, 3s. in all more than your ordinary charge of living.\u201d\n\nThis was the most reasonable thing that I ever heard of; so I smiled, and told her I would come and be her customer; but I told her also, that as I had two months and more to do, I might perhaps be obliged to stay longer with her than three months, and desired to know if she would not be obliged to remove me before it was proper. No, she said; her house was large, and besides, she never put anybody to remove, that had lain in, till they were willing to go; and if she had more ladies offered, she was not so ill-beloved among her neighbours but she could provide accommodations for twenty, if there was occasion.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_38": "It was a trap, and the midshipman understood it now. The boy had been baiting him to rouse him to attack, and he was doubly a prisoner now, held fast against the bars, so that he could not even wrench round his head as he heard the door behind him opened, while as he opened his mouth to cry for help, a great rough hand was placed over his eyes, pressing his head back, a handkerchief was jammed between his teeth, and as he heard a deep growling voice say, \"Hold him tight!\" a rope was drawn about his chest, pinioning his arms to his sides, and another secured his ankles.\n\n\"Now a handkerchief,\" said the gruff voice. <|Q|>\"Fold it wide. Be ready!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe midshipman gave his head a jerk, but the effort was vain, for the hand over his eyes gave place to a broad handkerchief, which was tightly tied behind, and then a fierce voice whispered in his ear, -- ", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_2": "It must not be supposed that the good lady had given this romantic name to her cottage. No, when Miss Stivergill bought it, she found the name on the two gate-posts; found that all the tradespeople in the vicinity had imbibed it, and therefore quietly accepted it, as she did all the ordinary affairs of life.\n\n<|Q|>\"Impossible, dear Maria,\"<|Q|> said her friend, with a perplexed look, \"I have so many engagements, at least so many duties, that -- \"\n\n\"Pooh!\" interrupted Miss Stivergill. \"Put 'em off. Fulfil 'em when you come back. At all events,\" she continued, seeing that Miss Lillycrop still hesitated, \"come for a night or two.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_11": "\"Here, quick! Go round and open the door. I was shut in last night by mistake.\"\n\n\"Oh!\" said Ram looking puzzled. <|Q|>\"I saw you last night, and wondered whose boy you was. It was you father kicked for shirking, and -- My! -- well: I hardly knowed you.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Nonsense! Come round and open the door. I've been shut in all night.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_14": "\"You're mistaken,\" said Archy gruffly, as he made a feeble struggle to keep up the character he had assumed.\n\n\"Won't do,\" said Ram quickly. <|Q|>\"I know you. Been playing the spy, that's what you've been doing. Who locked you in?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Will you come round and open the door?\" said Archy in an angry whisper.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_5": "\"But -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"Come now, Lilly\"<|Q|> -- thus she styled her friend -- \"but give me no buts. You know that you've no good reason for refusing.\"\n\n\"Indeed I have,\" pleaded Miss Lillycrop; \"my little servant -- \"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_3": "There was no sign of the thug, but Fats came out of his back office just as Gordon reached the little bar. He came over, nodded, picked up a cup and dice and began shaking them.\n\n<|Q|>\"High man for sixty,\"<|Q|> he said automatically, and expertly rolled bull's-eyes for a two. \"Izzy said you'd be around. Sorry my man drew that knife on you the last time, Corporal.\"\n\nGordon rolled an eight, pocketed the bills, and shrugged. \"Accidents will happen, Fats.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_17": "And be stuck there, and dragged out like a rabbit by the hind legs from his hole!\n\n<|Q|>\"No; I've degraded myself enough,\"<|Q|> he said angrily, \"and there are sure to be bars across. Hah!\"\n\nA happy inspiration had come, and placing one hand upon his breast, he thrust in the other, gave a tug, and drew out his little curved dirk, glanced at the edge, ran to the window and began to cut at one of the bars.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_8": "\"Indeed I have,\" pleaded Miss Lillycrop; \"my little servant -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"What, the infant who opened the door to me?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes, Tottie Bones; she is obliged to stay at nights with me just now, owing to her mother, poor thing, being under the necessity of shutting up her house while she goes to look after a drunken husband, who has forsaken her.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_9": "\"What, the infant who opened the door to me?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, Tottie Bones; she is obliged to stay at nights with me just now, owing to her mother, poor thing, being under the necessity of shutting up her house while she goes to look after a drunken husband, who has forsaken her.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Hah!\" exclaimed Miss Stivergill, giving a nervous pull at her left glove, which produced a wide rent between the wrist and the thumb. \"I wonder why women marry!\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_21": "\"Well, you give me that little sword o' your'n.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No; I can't part with that.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Ha! Ha! Ha!\" laughed the boy jeeringly.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_12": "\"Don't you think it's a sort of -- of -- unavoidable necessity?\" suggested Miss Lillycrop, with a faint smile.\n\n<|Q|>\"Not at all, my dear, not at all. I have avoided it. So have you. If I had my way, I'd put a stop to marriage altogether, and bring this miserable world to an abrupt close. -- But little Bones is no difficulty: we'll take her along with us.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"But, dear Maria -- \"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_11": "\"Hah!\" exclaimed Miss Stivergill, giving a nervous pull at her left glove, which produced a wide rent between the wrist and the thumb. \"I wonder why women marry!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Don't you think it's a sort of -- of -- unavoidable necessity?\"<|Q|> suggested Miss Lillycrop, with a faint smile.\n\n\"Not at all, my dear, not at all. I have avoided it. So have you. If I had my way, I'd put a stop to marriage altogether, and bring this miserable world to an abrupt close. -- But little Bones is no difficulty: we'll take her along with us.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_9": "Then the shift was over. But Gordon wasn't too surprised when his relief showed up two hours late; he'd half-expected some such nastiness from Trench. But he was surprised at the look on his tardy relief's face.\n\nThe man seemed to avoid facing him, muttered, <|Q|>\"Captain says report in person at once,\"<|Q|> and swung out of the scooter and onto his beat without further words.\n\nGordon was met there by blank faces and averted looks, but someone nodded toward Trench's office, and he went inside. Trench sat chewing on a cigar. \"Gordon, what does Security want with you?\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_13": "\"But, dear Maria -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"Well, what further objections, Lilly?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Tottie has charge of a baby, and -- \"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_23": "\"But I'll -- yes, I'll give you a guinea, if you will let me out.\"\n\n\"Guinea?\" said the boy. <|Q|>\"Think I'd do it for a guinea?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Well, then, two. Be quick, there's a good fellow. I want to get away at once.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_15": "This time, Izzy made no protest. Lifting the roll of anyone outside the enforced part of Mars' laws was apparently honest, in his eyes. He nodded, and pointed to the man's belt. \"Pick up the snow, too.\"\n\nThe pusher's face paled. He must have had his total capital with him, because stark ruin shone in his eyes. <|Q|>\"Good God, Sergeant,\"<|Q|> he pleaded, \"leave me something! I'll make it right. I'll cut you in. I gotta have some of that for myself!\"\n\nGordon grimaced. He couldn't work up any great sympathy for anyone who made a living out of drugs.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_14": "\"Tottie has charge of a baby, and -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"What! one baby in charge of another?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Indeed it is too true; and, you know, you couldn't stand a baby.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_16": "This time, Izzy made no protest. Lifting the roll of anyone outside the enforced part of Mars' laws was apparently honest, in his eyes. He nodded, and pointed to the man's belt. \"Pick up the snow, too.\"\n\nThe pusher's face paled. He must have had his total capital with him, because stark ruin shone in his eyes. \"Good God, Sergeant,\" he pleaded, <|Q|>\"leave me something! I'll make it right. I'll cut you in. I gotta have some of that for myself!\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon grimaced. He couldn't work up any great sympathy for anyone who made a living out of drugs.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_17": "Gordon grimaced. He couldn't work up any great sympathy for anyone who made a living out of drugs.\n\nThey cleaned the pusher, and left him sitting on the steps, a picture of slumped misery. Izzy nodded approval. <|Q|>\"Let him feel it a while. No sense jailing him yet. Bloody fool had no business starting without lining the groove. Anyhow, we'll get a bunch of credits for the stuff when we turn it in.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Credits?\" Gordon asked.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_20": "\"What is your age, little Bones?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Just turned six, m'm,\"<|Q|> replied Tottie, with a courtesy, which Miss Lillycrop had taught her with great pains.\n\n\"You're sixty-six, at the least, compared with male creatures of the same age,\" observed her interrogator.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_19": "\"Sure.\" Izzy patted the little package. \"We get a quarter value. Captain probably gets fifty per cent from one of the pushers who's lined with him. Everybody's happy.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Why not push it ourselves?\"<|Q|> Gordon asked in disgust.\n\n\"Wouldn't be honest, gov'nor. Cops are supposed to turn it in.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_21": "\"Wouldn't be honest, gov'nor. Cops are supposed to turn it in.\"\n\nTrench was almost jovial when he weighed the package and examined it to find how much it had been cut. He issued them slips, which they added as part of the contributions. <|Q|>\"Good work -- you, too, Gordon. Best week in the territory for a couple of months. I guess the citizens like you, the way they treat you.\"<|Q|> He laughed at his stale joke, and Gordon was willing to laugh with him. The credit on the dope had paid for most of the contributions. For once, he had money to show for the week.\n\nThen Trench motioned Bruce Gordon forward, and dismissed Izzy with a nod of his head. \"Something to discuss, Gordon. Isaacs, we're holding a little meeting, so wait around. You're a sergeant already. But, Gordon, I'm offering you a chance. There aren't enough openings for all the good men, but.... Oh, bother the soft soap. We're still short on election funds, so there's a raffle. The two men holding winning tickets get bucked up to sergeants. A hundred credits a ticket. How many?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_23": "\"Something to discuss, Gordon. Isaacs, we're holding a little meeting, so wait around. You're a sergeant already. But, Gordon, I'm offering you a chance. There aren't enough openings for all the good men, but.... Oh, bother the soft soap. We're still short on election funds, so there's a raffle. The two men holding winning tickets get bucked up to sergeants. A hundred credits a ticket. How many?\"\n\nHe frowned suddenly as Gordon counted out three bills. <|Q|>\"You have a better chance with more tickets. A much better chance!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe hint was hardly veiled. Gordon stuck the tickets into his wallet. Mars was a fine planet for picking up easy money -- but holding it was another matter.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_20": "\"Why not push it ourselves?\" Gordon asked in disgust.\n\n<|Q|>\"Wouldn't be honest, gov'nor. Cops are supposed to turn it in.\"<|Q|>\n\nTrench was almost jovial when he weighed the package and examined it to find how much it had been cut. He issued them slips, which they added as part of the contributions. \"Good work -- you, too, Gordon. Best week in the territory for a couple of months. I guess the citizens like you, the way they treat you.\" He laughed at his stale joke, and Gordon was willing to laugh with him. The credit on the dope had paid for most of the contributions. For once, he had money to show for the week.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_24": "Miss Stivergill pointed to the baby contemptuously, as it were, with her nose.\n\n<|Q|>\"He's a very good bybie\"<|Q|> -- so the child pronounced it -- \"on'y rather self-willed at times, m'm,\" said Tottie, going through the athletic feat of lifting her charge.\n\n\"Just so. True to your woman's nature. Always ready to apologise for the male monster that tyrannises over you. I suppose, now, you'd say that your drunken father was a good man?\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_25": "Miss Stivergill pointed to the baby contemptuously, as it were, with her nose.\n\n\"He's a very good bybie\" -- so the child pronounced it -- <|Q|>\"on'y rather self-willed at times, m'm,\"<|Q|> said Tottie, going through the athletic feat of lifting her charge.\n\n\"Just so. True to your woman's nature. Always ready to apologise for the male monster that tyrannises over you. I suppose, now, you'd say that your drunken father was a good man?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_35": "\"You rope's-end me!\" he said. \"Why, I could tie you up in a knot, and heave you off the cliff any day. What a game! Bit of a middy, fed on salt tack and weevilly biscuit, talk of giving me rope's-end! Dressed up with a dirty face and a bit o' canvas! Go back aboard, and put on your uniform. Ha! Ha! Ha!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Once more; will you come and let me out?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No. I'm going to keep you here till the gentlefolks get up, and then I'll bring 'em round to see the monkey in his cage, just like they do in the shows, when you pay a penny. See you for nothing, middy. I say, where's your sword? Why don't you draw it, and come out and fight? I'll fight you with a stick.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_27": "\"Just so. True to your woman's nature. Always ready to apologise for the male monster that tyrannises over you. I suppose, now, you'd say that your drunken father was a good man?\"\n\nMiss Stivergill repented of the speech instantly on seeing the tears start into Tottie's large eyes as she replied quickly -- <|Q|>\"Indeed I would, m'm. Oh! you've no notion 'ow kind father is w'en 'e's not in liquor.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"There, there. Of course he is. I didn't mean to say he wasn't, little Bones. It's a curious fact that many drun -- , I mean people given to drink, are kind and amiable. It's a disease. Go now, and get your things on, and do you likewise, Lilly. My cab is at the door. Be quick.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_28": "Miss Stivergill repented of the speech instantly on seeing the tears start into Tottie's large eyes as she replied quickly -- \"Indeed I would, m'm. Oh! you've no notion 'ow kind father is w'en 'e's not in liquor.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"There, there. Of course he is. I didn't mean to say he wasn't, little Bones. It's a curious fact that many drun -- , I mean people given to drink, are kind and amiable. It's a disease. Go now, and get your things on, and do you likewise, Lilly. My cab is at the door. Be quick.\"<|Q|>\n\nIn a few minutes the whole party descended to the street. Miss Stivergill locked the door with her own hand, and put the key in her pocket. As she turned round, Tottie's tawdry bonnet had fallen off in her efforts to raise the baby towards the outstretched hands of her mistress, while the cabman stood looking on with amiable interest.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_12": "\"Oh!\" said Ram looking puzzled. \"I saw you last night, and wondered whose boy you was. It was you father kicked for shirking, and -- My! -- well: I hardly knowed you.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Nonsense! Come round and open the door. I've been shut in all night.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Won't do,\" said Ram grinning. \"Think I don't know you, Mr Orficer? Where's your fine clothes and your sword? Here, what made you dress up like that?\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_3": "\"Impossible, dear Maria,\" said her friend, with a perplexed look, \"I have so many engagements, at least so many duties, that -- \"\n\n\"Pooh!\" interrupted Miss Stivergill. <|Q|>\"Put 'em off. Fulfil 'em when you come back. At all events,\"<|Q|> she continued, seeing that Miss Lillycrop still hesitated, \"come for a night or two.\"\n\n\"But -- \"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_32": "Hilda laughed and went over to the piano. \u201cWell, we are neither of us twenty now, you know. Have I told you about my new play? Mac is writing one; really for me this time. You see, I\u2019m coming on.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ve seen nothing else. What kind of a part is it? Shall you wear yellow gowns? I hope so.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe was looking at her round slender figure, as she stood by the piano, turning over a pile of music, and he felt the energy in every line of it.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_33": "Miss Stivergill and Miss Lillycrop, being sympathetic souls, gazed with almost equal interest on the child's animated face.\n\n<|Q|>\"She only wants wings and washing to make her an angel,\"<|Q|> whispered the former to the latter.\n\nBut if the sights she saw on the journey inflated Tottie's soul with joy, the glories of Rosebud Cottage almost exploded her. It was a marvellous cottage. Rosebushes surrounded it, ivy smothered it, leaving just enough of room for the windows to peep out, and a few of the old red bricks to show in harmony with the green. Creepers in great variety embraced it, and a picturesque clump of trees on a knoll behind sheltered it from the east wind. There was a farm-yard, which did not belong to itself, but was so close to it that a stranger could scarcely have told whether it formed part of the Rosebud domain or that of the neighbouring cottage. The day, too, was exceptionally fine. It was one of those still, calm, sunny, cloudless days, which induce healthy people sometimes to wish that earth might be their permanent home.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_6": "\"But -- \"\n\n\"Come now, Lilly\" -- thus she styled her friend -- <|Q|>\"but give me no buts. You know that you've no good reason for refusing.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Indeed I have,\" pleaded Miss Lillycrop; \"my little servant -- \"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_34": "But if the sights she saw on the journey inflated Tottie's soul with joy, the glories of Rosebud Cottage almost exploded her. It was a marvellous cottage. Rosebushes surrounded it, ivy smothered it, leaving just enough of room for the windows to peep out, and a few of the old red bricks to show in harmony with the green. Creepers in great variety embraced it, and a picturesque clump of trees on a knoll behind sheltered it from the east wind. There was a farm-yard, which did not belong to itself, but was so close to it that a stranger could scarcely have told whether it formed part of the Rosebud domain or that of the neighbouring cottage. The day, too, was exceptionally fine. It was one of those still, calm, sunny, cloudless days, which induce healthy people sometimes to wish that earth might be their permanent home.\n\n\"Oh, bybie!\" exclaimed Tottie Bones, when, having clambered to the top of the knoll, she sat down on a tree-root and gazed on the cottage and the farm-yard, where hens were scratching in the interest of active chickens, and cows were standing in blank felicity, and pigs were revelling in dirt and sunshine -- <|Q|>\"Oh, bybie! it's 'eaven upon earth, ain't it, darling?\"<|Q|>\n\nThe darling evidently agreed with her for once, for, lying on his back in the long grass, he seized two handfuls of wild-flowers, kicked up his fat legs, and laughed aloud.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_7": "\"Yeah.\" The other picked up the dice and began rolling sevens absently. \"How come you're walking beat, anyhow? With what you pulled here, you should have bought a captaincy.\"\n\nGordon told him briefly. The man chuckled grimly. <|Q|>\"Well, that's Mars,\"<|Q|> he said, and turned back to his private quarters.\n\nMostly, it was routine work. They came on a drunk later, collapsed in an alley. But the muggers had apparently given up before Izzy and Gordon arrived, since the man had his wallet clutched in his hand. Gordon reached for it, twisting his lips.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_38": "Hilda started up from the stool and moved restlessly toward the window. \u201cIt\u2019s really too warm in this room to sing. Don\u2019t you feel it?\u201d\n\nAlexander went over and opened the window for her. <|Q|>\u201cAren\u2019t you afraid to let the wind low like that on your neck? Can\u2019t I get a scarf or something?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAsk a theatre lady if she\u2019s afraid of drafts!\u201d Hilda laughed. \u201cBut perhaps, as I\u2019m so warm \u2014 give me your handkerchief. There, just in front.\u201d He slipped the corners carefully under her shoulder-straps. \u201cThere, that will do. It looks like a bib.\u201d She pushed his hand away quickly and stood looking out into the deserted square. \u201cIsn\u2019t London a tomb on Sunday night?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_10": "The man seemed to avoid facing him, muttered, \"Captain says report in person at once,\" and swung out of the scooter and onto his beat without further words.\n\nGordon was met there by blank faces and averted looks, but someone nodded toward Trench's office, and he went inside. Trench sat chewing on a cigar. <|Q|>\"Gordon, what does Security want with you?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Security? Not a damned thing, if I can help it. They kicked me off Earth on a yellow ticket, if that's what you mean.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_40": "\"Because she has a bad affection of the lungs. If she were under more favourable circumstances she might recover.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Pooh! nonsense. People constantly recover from what is called bad affection of the lungs. Can nothing be done for her?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Nothing,\" replied Miss Lillycrop; \"she will not leave her husband or her home. If she dies -- \"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_10": "\"Yes, Tottie Bones; she is obliged to stay at nights with me just now, owing to her mother, poor thing, being under the necessity of shutting up her house while she goes to look after a drunken husband, who has forsaken her.\"\n\n\"Hah!\" exclaimed Miss Stivergill, giving a nervous pull at her left glove, which produced a wide rent between the wrist and the thumb. <|Q|>\"I wonder why women marry!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Don't you think it's a sort of -- of -- unavoidable necessity?\" suggested Miss Lillycrop, with a faint smile.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_12": "\"Security? Not a damned thing, if I can help it. They kicked me off Earth on a yellow ticket, if that's what you mean.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" Trench shoved a letter forward; it bore the <|Q|>\"official business\"<|Q|> seal of Solar Security, and was addressed to Corporal Bruce Gordon, Nineteenth Police Precinct, Marsport. Trench kept his eyes on it, his face filled with suspicion and the vague fear most men had for Security.\n\n\"Yeah,\" he said again. \"Okay, probably routine. Only next time, Gordon, put the facts on your record with the Force. If you're a deportee, it should show up. That's all!\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_15": "\"What! one baby in charge of another?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Indeed it is too true; and, you know, you couldn't stand a baby.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Couldn't I?\" said Miss Stivergill sharply. \"How d'you know that? Let me see it.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_16": "\"Indeed it is too true; and, you know, you couldn't stand a baby.\"\n\n\"Couldn't I?\" said Miss Stivergill sharply. <|Q|>\"How d'you know that? Let me see it.\"<|Q|>\n\nTottie being summoned with the baby, entered the room staggering with the rotund mountain of good-natured self-will entirely concealing her person, with exception of her feet and the pretty little coal-dusted arms with which she clasped it to her heaving breast.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_17": "Tottie being summoned with the baby, entered the room staggering with the rotund mountain of good-natured self-will entirely concealing her person, with exception of her feet and the pretty little coal-dusted arms with which she clasped it to her heaving breast.\n\n<|Q|>\"Ha! I suppose little Bones is behind it,\"<|Q|> said Miss Stivergill. -- \"Set the baby down, child, and let me see you.\"\n\nTottie obeyed. The baby, true to his principles, refused to stand. He sat down and stared at those around him in jovial defiance.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_28": "\"What for?\" cried Ram.\n\n<|Q|>\"Because I want my liberty.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Not you. Looks comf'table enough as you are. I say, do you know what you are like now?\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_18": "Tottie being summoned with the baby, entered the room staggering with the rotund mountain of good-natured self-will entirely concealing her person, with exception of her feet and the pretty little coal-dusted arms with which she clasped it to her heaving breast.\n\n\"Ha! I suppose little Bones is behind it,\" said Miss Stivergill. -- <|Q|>\"Set the baby down, child, and let me see you.\"<|Q|>\n\nTottie obeyed. The baby, true to his principles, refused to stand. He sat down and stared at those around him in jovial defiance.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_19": "Tottie obeyed. The baby, true to his principles, refused to stand. He sat down and stared at those around him in jovial defiance.\n\n<|Q|>\"What is your age, little Bones?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Just turned six, m'm,\" replied Tottie, with a courtesy, which Miss Lillycrop had taught her with great pains.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_21": "\"Just turned six, m'm,\" replied Tottie, with a courtesy, which Miss Lillycrop had taught her with great pains.\n\n<|Q|>\"You're sixty-six, at the least, compared with male creatures of the same age,\"<|Q|> observed her interrogator.\n\n\"Thank you, m'm,\" replied Tottie, with another dip.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_18": "\"Credits?\" Gordon asked.\n\n\"Sure.\" Izzy patted the little package. <|Q|>\"We get a quarter value. Captain probably gets fifty per cent from one of the pushers who's lined with him. Everybody's happy.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Why not push it ourselves?\" Gordon asked in disgust.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_53": "\"No, nor a 'oss -- not even a pony,\" returned the child.\n\n<|Q|>\"An' no man-servant about the house?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No -- not as I seed.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_52": "\"Keeps a carriage -- eh?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No, nor a 'oss -- not even a pony,\"<|Q|> returned the child.\n\n\"An' no man-servant about the house?\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_51": "\"Oh! awfully,\" replied Tottie, who felt an irresistible drawing to her father when he condescended to speak to her in kindly tones.\n\n<|Q|>\"Keeps a carriage -- eh?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No, nor a 'oss -- not even a pony,\" returned the child.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_13_fenn_64kb_36": "\"Once more; will you come and let me out?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No. I'm going to keep you here till the gentlefolks get up, and then I'll bring 'em round to see the monkey in his cage, just like they do in the shows, when you pay a penny. See you for nothing, middy. I say, where's your sword? Why don't you draw it, and come out and fight? I'll fight you with a stick.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You insolent young scoundrel!\" cried Archy, darting his hand through between the bars, overcome now by his rage, and catching Ram by the collar.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_22": "\"Thank you, m'm,\" replied Tottie, with another dip.\n\n<|Q|>\"Have you a bonnet and shawl, little Bones?\"<|Q|>\n\nTottie, in a state of considerable surprise, replied that she had.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_0": "A bosom friend is a pleasant possession. Miss Lillycrop had one. She was a strong-minded woman. We do not say this to her disparagement. A strong mind is as admirable in woman as in man. It is only when woman indicates the strength of her mind by unfeminine self-assertion that we shrink from her in alarm. Miss Lillycrop's bosom friend was a warm-hearted, charitable, generous, hard-featured, square-shouldered, deep-chested, large-boned lady of middle age and quick temper. She was also in what is styled comfortable circumstances, and dwelt in a pretty suburban cottage. Her name was Maria Stivergill.\n\n<|Q|>\"Come with me, child,\"<|Q|> said Miss Stivergill to Miss Lillycrop one day, \"and spend a week at The Rosebud.\"\n\nIt must not be supposed that the good lady had given this romantic name to her cottage. No, when Miss Stivergill bought it, she found the name on the two gate-posts; found that all the tradespeople in the vicinity had imbibed it, and therefore quietly accepted it, as she did all the ordinary affairs of life.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_1": "A bosom friend is a pleasant possession. Miss Lillycrop had one. She was a strong-minded woman. We do not say this to her disparagement. A strong mind is as admirable in woman as in man. It is only when woman indicates the strength of her mind by unfeminine self-assertion that we shrink from her in alarm. Miss Lillycrop's bosom friend was a warm-hearted, charitable, generous, hard-featured, square-shouldered, deep-chested, large-boned lady of middle age and quick temper. She was also in what is styled comfortable circumstances, and dwelt in a pretty suburban cottage. Her name was Maria Stivergill.\n\n\"Come with me, child,\" said Miss Stivergill to Miss Lillycrop one day, <|Q|>\"and spend a week at The Rosebud.\"<|Q|>\n\nIt must not be supposed that the good lady had given this romantic name to her cottage. No, when Miss Stivergill bought it, she found the name on the two gate-posts; found that all the tradespeople in the vicinity had imbibed it, and therefore quietly accepted it, as she did all the ordinary affairs of life.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_29": "\"Where to, ma'am?\" said the amiable cabman.\n\n<|Q|>\"Charing Cross, -- you idiot.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes, ma'am,\" replied the man, with a broad grin, touching his hat and bestowing a wink on a passing policeman as he mounted the box.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_31": "\"A hat,\" demanded the lady of the shopwoman.\n\n<|Q|>\"What kind of hat, ma'am?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Any kind,\" replied Miss Stivergill, \"suitable for this child -- only see that it's not a doll's hat. Let it fit her.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_3": "\u201cWell, then you\u2019ve worked enough. And so have I. I\u2019ve seen all my men, my packing is done, and I go up to Liverpool this evening. But this morning we are going to have a holiday. What do you say to a drive out to Kew and Richmond? You may not get another day like this all winter. It\u2019s like a fine April day at home. May I use your telephone? I want to order the carriage.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, how jolly! There, sit down at the desk. And while you are telephoning I\u2019ll change my dress. I shan\u2019t be long. All the morning papers are on the table.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda was back in a few moments wearing a long gray squirrel coat and a broad fur hat.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_5": "Bartley rose and inspected her. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you wear some of those pink roses?\u201d he asked.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut they came only this morning, and they have not even begun to open. I was saving them. I am so unconsciously thrifty!\u201d<|Q|> She laughed as she looked about the room. \u201cYou\u2019ve been sending me far too many flowers, Bartley. New ones every day. That\u2019s too often; though I do love to open the boxes, and I take good care of them.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy won\u2019t you let me send you any of those jade or ivory things you are so fond of? Or pictures? I know a good deal about pictures.\u201d", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_32": "\"What kind of hat, ma'am?\"\n\n\"Any kind,\" replied Miss Stivergill, <|Q|>\"suitable for this child -- only see that it's not a doll's hat. Let it fit her.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe shopwoman produced a head-dress, which Tottie afterwards described as a billycock 'at with a feather in it. The purchaser paid for it, thrust it firmly on the child's head, and returned to the cab.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_36": "Inside The Rosebud the other two members of the party were also enjoying themselves, though not exactly in like manner. They revelled in tea and in the feast of reason.\n\n<|Q|>\"Where, and when, and why did you find that child?\"<|Q|> asked Miss Stivergill.\n\nHer friend related what she knew of Tottie's history.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_30": "The maligned man obeyed.\n\n<|Q|>\"Stay here, Lilly, with the baby. -- Jump out, little Bones. Come with me.\"<|Q|>\n\nShe took the child's bonnet off and flung it under the cab, then grasped Tottie's hand and led her into a shop.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_35": "The darling evidently agreed with her for once, for, lying on his back in the long grass, he seized two handfuls of wild-flowers, kicked up his fat legs, and laughed aloud.\n\n<|Q|>\"That's right, darling. Ain't it fun? And such flowers too -- oh! all for nothing, only got to pull 'em. Yes, roll away, darling, you can't dirty yourself 'ere. Come, I shall 'ave a roll too.\"<|Q|> With which remark Tottie plunged into the grass, seized the baby and tumbled him and herself about to such an extent that the billycock hat was much deteriorated and the feather damaged beyond recovery.\n\nInside The Rosebud the other two members of the party were also enjoying themselves, though not exactly in like manner. They revelled in tea and in the feast of reason.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_39": "\"Why so?\" demanded the other sharply.\n\n<|Q|>\"Because she has a bad affection of the lungs. If she were under more favourable circumstances she might recover.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Pooh! nonsense. People constantly recover from what is called bad affection of the lungs. Can nothing be done for her?\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_10": "Bartley took her wrist and began to button the long gray suede glove. \u201cHow gay your eyes are this morning, Hilda.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat\u2019s because I\u2019ve been studying. It always stirs me up a little.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe pushed the top of the glove up slowly. \u201cWhen did you learn to take hold of your parts like that?\u201d", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_37": "\"Strange!\" remarked Miss Stivergill, but beyond that remark she gave no indication of the state of her mind.\n\n<|Q|>\"It is indeed strange,\"<|Q|> returned her friend, \"but it is just another instance of the power of God's Word to rescue and preserve souls, even in the most unfavourable circumstances. Tottie's mother is Christian, and all the energies of her vigorous nature are concentrated on two points -- the training of her child in the fear of God, and the saving of her husband from drink. She is a woman of strong faith, and is quite convinced that her prayers will be answered, because, she says, `He who has promised is faithful,' but I fear much that she will not live to see it.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_11": "Gordon was met there by blank faces and averted looks, but someone nodded toward Trench's office, and he went inside. Trench sat chewing on a cigar. \"Gordon, what does Security want with you?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Security? Not a damned thing, if I can help it. They kicked me off Earth on a yellow ticket, if that's what you mean.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yeah.\" Trench shoved a letter forward; it bore the \"official business\" seal of Solar Security, and was addressed to Corporal Bruce Gordon, Nineteenth Police Precinct, Marsport. Trench kept his eyes on it, his face filled with suspicion and the vague fear most men had for Security.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_12": "He pushed the top of the glove up slowly. \u201cWhen did you learn to take hold of your parts like that?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhen I had nothing else to think of. Come, the carriage is waiting. What a shocking while you take.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI\u2019m in no hurry. We\u2019ve plenty of time.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_14": "They found all London abroad. Piccadilly was a stream of rapidly moving carriages, from which flashed furs and flowers and bright winter costumes. The metal trappings of the harnesses shone dazzlingly, and the wheels were revolving disks that threw off rays of light. The parks were full of children and nursemaids and joyful dogs that leaped and yelped and scratched up the brown earth with their paws.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019m not going until to-morrow, you know,\u201d<|Q|> Bartley announced suddenly. \u201cI\u2019ll cut off a day in Liverpool. I haven\u2019t felt so jolly this long while.\u201d\n\nHilda looked up with a smile which she tried not to make too glad. \u201cI think people were meant to be happy, a little,\u201d she said.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_43": "Miss Lillycrop looked surprised.\n\n<|Q|>\"No, you shan't rescue her,\"<|Q|> continued the good lady, with still firmer emphasis; \"you've got all London at your feet, and there's plenty more where that one came from. Come, Lilly, you mustn't be greedy. You may have the baby if you like, but you must leave little Bones to me.\"\n\nMiss Lillycrop was making feeble resistance to this proposal when the subject of dispute suddenly appeared at the door with glaring eyes and a horrified expression of face. Baby was in her arms as usual, and both he and his nurse were drenched, besides being covered from head to foot with mud.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_47": "\"If you please, m'm, I can't eat any more,\" said Tottie.\n\n<|Q|>\"Can't eat more, child? -- try,\"<|Q|> urged the hospitable lady.\n\nTottie heaved a deep sigh and said that she couldn't eat another morsel if she were to try ever so much. As baby appeared to be in the same happy condition, and could with difficulty keep his eyes open, both children were sent to bed under the care of a maid, and Miss Stivergill, taking down her treasure-box, proceeded to read part of its contents to her bosom friend.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_48": "Mr Bones knew well that if his wife should caution Tottie not to tell him anything about Rosebud Cottage, he would be unable to get a word out of her. He therefore rose suddenly, staggered towards the child, and seized her hand.\n\n<|Q|>\"Come, Tot, you and I shall go out for a walk.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Oh, Abel, don't. Dear Abel -- \"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_18": "They had lunch at Richmond and then walked to Twickenham, where they had sent the carriage. They drove back, with a glorious sunset behind them, toward the distant gold-washed city. It was one of those rare afternoons when all the thickness and shadow of London are changed to a kind of shining, pulsing, special atmosphere; when the smoky vapors become fluttering golden clouds, nacreous veils of pink and amber; when all that bleakness of gray stone and dullness of dirty brick trembles in aureate light, and all the roofs and spires, and one great dome, are floated in golden haze. On such rare afternoons the ugliest of cities becomes the most poetic, and months of sodden days are offset by a moment of miracle.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s like that with us Londoners, too,\u201d Hilda was saying. <|Q|>\u201cEverything is awfully grim and cheerless, our weather and our houses and our ways of amusing ourselves. But we can be happier than anybody. We can go mad with joy, as the people do out in the fields on a fine Whitsunday. We make the most of our moment.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe thrust her little chin out defiantly over her gray fur collar, and Bartley looked down at her and laughed.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_16": "\u201cI\u2019m not going until to-morrow, you know,\u201d Bartley announced suddenly. \u201cI\u2019ll cut off a day in Liverpool. I haven\u2019t felt so jolly this long while.\u201d\n\nHilda looked up with a smile which she tried not to make too glad. <|Q|>\u201cI think people were meant to be happy, a little,\u201d<|Q|> she said.\n\nThey had lunch at Richmond and then walked to Twickenham, where they had sent the carriage. They drove back, with a glorious sunset behind them, toward the distant gold-washed city. It was one of those rare afternoons when all the thickness and shadow of London are changed to a kind of shining, pulsing, special atmosphere; when the smoky vapors become fluttering golden clouds, nacreous veils of pink and amber; when all that bleakness of gray stone and dullness of dirty brick trembles in aureate light, and all the roofs and spires, and one great dome, are floated in golden haze. On such rare afternoons the ugliest of cities becomes the most poetic, and months of sodden days are offset by a moment of miracle.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_46": "She paused; and then, observing that Tottie was staring at her, she advised her to make the most of her opportunity, and eat as much as possible.\n\n<|Q|>\"If you please, m'm, I can't eat any more,\"<|Q|> said Tottie.\n\n\"Can't eat more, child? -- try,\" urged the hospitable lady.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_22": "[See \u201cThe Barrel Organ by Alfred Noyes. Ed.] [I have placed it at the end for your convenience]\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSeems good to get back, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d<|Q|> Bartley whispered, as they drove from Bayswater Road into Oxford Street. \u201cLondon always makes me want to live more than any other city in the world. You remember our priestess mummy over in the mummy-room, and how we used to long to go and bring her out on nights like this? Three thousand years! Ugh!\u201d\n\n\u201cAll the same, I believe she used to feel it when we stood there and watched her and wished her well. I believe she used to remember", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_23": "Tottie, in a state of considerable surprise, replied that she had.\n\n<|Q|>\"Go and put 'em on then, and get that thing also ready to go out.\"<|Q|>\n\nMiss Stivergill pointed to the baby contemptuously, as it were, with her nose.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_54": "\"An' no man-servant about the house?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No -- not as I seed.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Not even a gardener, now?\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_26": "\"He's a very good bybie\" -- so the child pronounced it -- \"on'y rather self-willed at times, m'm,\" said Tottie, going through the athletic feat of lifting her charge.\n\n<|Q|>\"Just so. True to your woman's nature. Always ready to apologise for the male monster that tyrannises over you. I suppose, now, you'd say that your drunken father was a good man?\"<|Q|>\n\nMiss Stivergill repented of the speech instantly on seeing the tears start into Tottie's large eyes as she replied quickly -- \"Indeed I would, m'm. Oh! you've no notion 'ow kind father is w'en 'e's not in liquor.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_56": "\"Not even a gardener, now?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No, only women -- two of 'em, and very nice they was too. One fat and short, the other tall and thin. I liked the fat one best.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Ha! blessin's on 'em both,\" said Mr Bones, with a bland smile. \"Come now, Tot, tell me all about the cottage -- inside first, the rooms and winders, an' specially the box of treasure. Then we'll come to the garden, an' so we'll get out by degrees to the fields and flowers. Go ahead, Tot.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_55": "\"No -- not as I seed.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Not even a gardener, now?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No, only women -- two of 'em, and very nice they was too. One fat and short, the other tall and thin. I liked the fat one best.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_57": "\"No, only women -- two of 'em, and very nice they was too. One fat and short, the other tall and thin. I liked the fat one best.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Ha! blessin's on 'em both,\"<|Q|> said Mr Bones, with a bland smile. \"Come now, Tot, tell me all about the cottage -- inside first, the rooms and winders, an' specially the box of treasure. Then we'll come to the garden, an' so we'll get out by degrees to the fields and flowers. Go ahead, Tot.\"\n\nIt need scarcely be said that Abel Bones soon possessed himself of all the information he required, after which he sent Tottie home to her mother, and went his way.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_58": "\"No, only women -- two of 'em, and very nice they was too. One fat and short, the other tall and thin. I liked the fat one best.\"\n\n\"Ha! blessin's on 'em both,\" said Mr Bones, with a bland smile. <|Q|>\"Come now, Tot, tell me all about the cottage -- inside first, the rooms and winders, an' specially the box of treasure. Then we'll come to the garden, an' so we'll get out by degrees to the fields and flowers. Go ahead, Tot.\"<|Q|>\n\nIt need scarcely be said that Abel Bones soon possessed himself of all the information he required, after which he sent Tottie home to her mother, and went his way.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_2": "\"What're we going to do, Chris?\" Amos wanted to know. \"What-all comes next, and have we some more of those dates?\"\n\nChris passed him some. \"We have to wait until dusk anyway,\" he said, his voice abstracted, <|Q|>\"and by the look of the light that won't be long.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe piny knoll was steep and rocky and only two adventurous boys would ever have reached the top. Too precipitous on which to build houses, it rose far above the surrounding roofs of Peking. The green and scarlet of curved tiles spread under the boys' sight like a curling sea. Before them, stretched out in long angular wings to right and left, swept the palace walls.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_1": "\u201cAre you busy this morning, Hilda?\u201d he asked as he sat down, his hat and gloves in his hand.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cVery. I\u2019ve been up and about three hours, working at my part. We open in February, you know.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, then you\u2019ve worked enough. And so have I. I\u2019ve seen all my men, my packing is done, and I go up to Liverpool this evening. But this morning we are going to have a holiday. What do you say to a drive out to Kew and Richmond? You may not get another day like this all winter. It\u2019s like a fine April day at home. May I use your telephone? I want to order the carriage.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_3": "I can't take him along, Chris thought, and I can't leave him alone, if I should get caught. What in the world do I do?\n\nThen, remembering the bag of magic \"odds and ends,\" Chris put his hand inside it and drew out a small folded piece of silk and netting. On it a piece of paper, like a label, showed Mr. Wicker's fine script. Chris looked closer and read: <|Q|>\"Strike 3.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Strike 3.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_4": "\"Impossible, dear Maria,\" said her friend, with a perplexed look, \"I have so many engagements, at least so many duties, that -- \"\n\n\"Pooh!\" interrupted Miss Stivergill. \"Put 'em off. Fulfil 'em when you come back. At all events,\" she continued, seeing that Miss Lillycrop still hesitated, <|Q|>\"come for a night or two.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"But -- \"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_7": "\"Come now, Lilly\" -- thus she styled her friend -- \"but give me no buts. You know that you've no good reason for refusing.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Indeed I have,\"<|Q|> pleaded Miss Lillycrop; \"my little servant -- \"\n\n\"What, the infant who opened the door to me?\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_7": "\u201cBut they came only this morning, and they have not even begun to open. I was saving them. I am so unconsciously thrifty!\u201d She laughed as she looked about the room. \u201cYou\u2019ve been sending me far too many flowers, Bartley. New ones every day. That\u2019s too often; though I do love to open the boxes, and I take good care of them.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy won\u2019t you let me send you any of those jade or ivory things you are so fond of? Or pictures? I know a good deal about pictures.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda shook her large hat as she drew the roses out of the tall glass. \u201cNo, there are some things you can\u2019t do. There\u2019s the carriage. Will you button my gloves for me?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_6": "Bartley rose and inspected her. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you wear some of those pink roses?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cBut they came only this morning, and they have not even begun to open. I was saving them. I am so unconsciously thrifty!\u201d She laughed as she looked about the room. <|Q|>\u201cYou\u2019ve been sending me far too many flowers, Bartley. New ones every day. That\u2019s too often; though I do love to open the boxes, and I take good care of them.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy won\u2019t you let me send you any of those jade or ivory things you are so fond of? Or pictures? I know a good deal about pictures.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_8": "\u201cWhy won\u2019t you let me send you any of those jade or ivory things you are so fond of? Or pictures? I know a good deal about pictures.\u201d\n\nHilda shook her large hat as she drew the roses out of the tall glass. <|Q|>\u201cNo, there are some things you can\u2019t do. There\u2019s the carriage. Will you button my gloves for me?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBartley took her wrist and began to button the long gray suede glove. \u201cHow gay your eyes are this morning, Hilda.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_9": "Amos's eyes began to get brighter and he swallowed.\n\n<|Q|>\"Don't come back? Law! Chris, don't you leave me in this heathen country where nobody understands good English!\"<|Q|> he cried. \"Why, unless I'd steal, and Miss Becky told me never to do that -- but unless I did, how could I eat in these foreign parts?\"\n\nChris sat back on his haunches. \"Well, I don't know how you could, myself. But don't you cross any bridges until you come to them. Look.\" He held out the folded balloon. \"If I'm not back by two sunups from now -- I may have to hide all during tomorrow -- if I'm not back by then, put this package out beyond the trees in the clearing. That's very important. You've got that?\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_41": "\"Well, what then?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Little Tottie must be rescued, you know, and I have set my heart on doing it.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You'll do nothing of the sort,\" said Miss Stivergill firmly.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_11": "\"Don't come back? Law! Chris, don't you leave me in this heathen country where nobody understands good English!\" he cried. \"Why, unless I'd steal, and Miss Becky told me never to do that -- but unless I did, how could I eat in these foreign parts?\"\n\nChris sat back on his haunches. <|Q|>\"Well, I don't know how you could, myself. But don't you cross any bridges until you come to them. Look.\"<|Q|> He held out the folded balloon. \"If I'm not back by two sunups from now -- I may have to hide all during tomorrow -- if I'm not back by then, put this package out beyond the trees in the clearing. That's very important. You've got that?\"\n\n\"I haven't got anything but a few old dried-up fruits,\" Amos pouted. \"That's all.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_42": "\"Little Tottie must be rescued, you know, and I have set my heart on doing it.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You'll do nothing of the sort,\"<|Q|> said Miss Stivergill firmly.\n\nMiss Lillycrop looked surprised.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_13": "\u201cWhen I had nothing else to think of. Come, the carriage is waiting. What a shocking while you take.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI\u2019m in no hurry. We\u2019ve plenty of time.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThey found all London abroad. Piccadilly was a stream of rapidly moving carriages, from which flashed furs and flowers and bright winter costumes. The metal trappings of the harnesses shone dazzlingly, and the wheels were revolving disks that threw off rays of light. The parks were full of children and nursemaids and joyful dogs that leaped and yelped and scratched up the brown earth with their paws.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_44": "Miss Lillycrop looked surprised.\n\n\"No, you shan't rescue her,\" continued the good lady, with still firmer emphasis; <|Q|>\"you've got all London at your feet, and there's plenty more where that one came from. Come, Lilly, you mustn't be greedy. You may have the baby if you like, but you must leave little Bones to me.\"<|Q|>\n\nMiss Lillycrop was making feeble resistance to this proposal when the subject of dispute suddenly appeared at the door with glaring eyes and a horrified expression of face. Baby was in her arms as usual, and both he and his nurse were drenched, besides being covered from head to foot with mud.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_15": "They found all London abroad. Piccadilly was a stream of rapidly moving carriages, from which flashed furs and flowers and bright winter costumes. The metal trappings of the harnesses shone dazzlingly, and the wheels were revolving disks that threw off rays of light. The parks were full of children and nursemaids and joyful dogs that leaped and yelped and scratched up the brown earth with their paws.\n\n\u201cI\u2019m not going until to-morrow, you know,\u201d Bartley announced suddenly. <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ll cut off a day in Liverpool. I haven\u2019t felt so jolly this long while.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda looked up with a smile which she tried not to make too glad. \u201cI think people were meant to be happy, a little,\u201d she said.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_17": "They had lunch at Richmond and then walked to Twickenham, where they had sent the carriage. They drove back, with a glorious sunset behind them, toward the distant gold-washed city. It was one of those rare afternoons when all the thickness and shadow of London are changed to a kind of shining, pulsing, special atmosphere; when the smoky vapors become fluttering golden clouds, nacreous veils of pink and amber; when all that bleakness of gray stone and dullness of dirty brick trembles in aureate light, and all the roofs and spires, and one great dome, are floated in golden haze. On such rare afternoons the ugliest of cities becomes the most poetic, and months of sodden days are offset by a moment of miracle.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s like that with us Londoners, too,\u201d<|Q|> Hilda was saying. \u201cEverything is awfully grim and cheerless, our weather and our houses and our ways of amusing ourselves. But we can be happier than anybody. We can go mad with joy, as the people do out in the fields on a fine Whitsunday. We make the most of our moment.\u201d\n\nShe thrust her little chin out defiantly over her gray fur collar, and Bartley looked down at her and laughed.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_49": "Meanwhile Abel went into a public-house, and, calling for a pint of beer, bade his child drink, but Tottie declined. He swore with an oath that he'd compel her to drink, but suddenly changed his mind and drank it himself.\n\n<|Q|>\"Now, Tot, tell father all about your visit to Miss Stivergill. She's very rich -- eh?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Oh! awfully,\" replied Tottie, who felt an irresistible drawing to her father when he condescended to speak to her in kindly tones.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_12_ballantyne_64kb_50": "\"Now, Tot, tell father all about your visit to Miss Stivergill. She's very rich -- eh?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh! awfully,\"<|Q|> replied Tottie, who felt an irresistible drawing to her father when he condescended to speak to her in kindly tones.\n\n\"Keeps a carriage -- eh?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_21": "\"A what?\" Amos stuck his head forward, trying hard to understand.\n\n<|Q|>\"A balloon. Oh.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris stopped and stared at Amos. Perhaps balloons had not yet been invented. How very confusing!", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_20": "She thrust her little chin out defiantly over her gray fur collar, and Bartley looked down at her and laughed.\n\n\u201cYou are a plucky one, you.\u201d He patted her glove with his hand. <|Q|>\u201cYes, you are a plucky one.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda sighed. \u201cNo, I\u2019m not. Not about some things, at any rate. It doesn\u2019t take pluck to fight for one\u2019s moment, but it takes pluck to go without \u2014 a lot. More than I have. I can\u2019t help it,\u201d she added fiercely.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_21": "\u201cYou are a plucky one, you.\u201d He patted her glove with his hand. \u201cYes, you are a plucky one.\u201d\n\nHilda sighed. <|Q|>\u201cNo, I\u2019m not. Not about some things, at any rate. It doesn\u2019t take pluck to fight for one\u2019s moment, but it takes pluck to go without \u2014 a lot. More than I have. I can\u2019t help it,\u201d<|Q|> she added fiercely.\n\nAfter miles of outlying streets and little gloomy houses, they reached London itself, red and roaring and murky, with a thick dampness coming up from the river, that betokened fog again to-morrow. The streets were full of people who had worked indoors all through the priceless day and had now come hungrily out to drink the muddy lees of it. They stood in long black lines, waiting before the pit entrances of the theatres \u2014 short-coated boys, and girls in sailor hats, all shivering and chatting gayly. There was a blurred rhythm in all the dull city noises \u2014 in the clatter of the cab horses and the rumbling of the busses, in the street calls, and in the undulating tramp, tramp of the crowd. It was like the deep vibration of some vast underground machinery, and like the muffled pulsations of millions of human hearts.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_23": "\"It's something that will hold you up in the air. There's a basket for you to sit in -- \"\n\n\"No sir!\" Amos cried, wagging his head decisively from side to side. <|Q|>\"Me in the air over the roofs and high up? No indeedy, Chris! Not me.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris was becoming exasperated. He had important things to do.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_19": "She thrust her little chin out defiantly over her gray fur collar, and Bartley looked down at her and laughed.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou are a plucky one, you.\u201d<|Q|> He patted her glove with his hand. \u201cYes, you are a plucky one.\u201d\n\nHilda sighed. \u201cNo, I\u2019m not. Not about some things, at any rate. It doesn\u2019t take pluck to fight for one\u2019s moment, but it takes pluck to go without \u2014 a lot. More than I have. I can\u2019t help it,\u201d she added fiercely.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_25": "\u201cAll the same, I believe she used to feel it when we stood there and watched her and wished her well. I believe she used to remember,\u201d Hilda said thoughtfully.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI hope so. Now let\u2019s go to some awfully jolly place for dinner before we go home. I could eat all the dinners there are in London to-night. Where shall I tell the driver? The Piccadilly Restaurant? The music\u2019s good there.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThere are too many people there whom one knows. Why not that little French place in Soho, where we went so often when you were here in the summer? I love it, and I\u2019ve never been there with any one but you. Sometimes I go by myself, when I am particularly lonely.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_26": "\"And now, wish me luck, and stay here and wait for me. Don't follow me now, or watch, or I might fail.\"\n\nAmos jumped up from the pine-covered ground. \"Oh, Chris!\" he cried, his voice sharp with distress, <|Q|>\"can't I go? You might get hurt. There's no telling what could happen if you're all alone!\"<|Q|>\n\nChris was tempted to take his friend with him but someone must get the news back to the Mirabelle if he should fail. If this happened, he did not doubt but that the magic balloon would carry Amos safely to the ship.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_24": "\u201cSeems good to get back, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d Bartley whispered, as they drove from Bayswater Road into Oxford Street. \u201cLondon always makes me want to live more than any other city in the world. You remember our priestess mummy over in the mummy-room, and how we used to long to go and bring her out on nights like this? Three thousand years! Ugh!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAll the same, I believe she used to feel it when we stood there and watched her and wished her well. I believe she used to remember,\u201d<|Q|> Hilda said thoughtfully.\n\n\u201cI hope so. Now let\u2019s go to some awfully jolly place for dinner before we go home. I could eat all the dinners there are in London to-night. Where shall I tell the driver? The Piccadilly Restaurant? The music\u2019s good there.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_26": "\u201cI hope so. Now let\u2019s go to some awfully jolly place for dinner before we go home. I could eat all the dinners there are in London to-night. Where shall I tell the driver? The Piccadilly Restaurant? The music\u2019s good there.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere are too many people there whom one knows. Why not that little French place in Soho, where we went so often when you were here in the summer? I love it, and I\u2019ve never been there with any one but you. Sometimes I go by myself, when I am particularly lonely.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cVery well, the sole\u2019s good there. How many street pianos there are about to-night! The fine weather must have thawed them out. We\u2019ve had five miles of \u2018Il Trovatore\u2019 now. They always make me feel jaunty. Are you comfy, and not too tired?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_28": "Amos clasped his hand, and then, rushing off, dashed back again.\n\n<|Q|>\"Here, Chris. Our fruits. Better not to eat strange food in this foreigny place. Good luck,\"<|Q|> he added.\n\nChris stuffed the dried fruit in his pocket. Amos turned back into the darkening pine knoll, and Chris pushed his way out to the narrow steep ledge, hanging high above the roofs of Peking.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_0": "\"I'm supposed to take something from her,\" Chris said with his eyes sparkling, \"but I know now what I'm going to give her back in return. I feel sort of sorry for that girl,\" he added thoughtfully.\n\n\"What're we going to do, Chris?\" Amos wanted to know. <|Q|>\"What-all comes next, and have we some more of those dates?\"<|Q|>\n\nChris passed him some. \"We have to wait until dusk anyway,\" he said, his voice abstracted, \"and by the look of the light that won't be long.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_0": "When he reached Hilda\u2019s apartment she met him, fresh as the morning itself. Her rooms were flooded with sunshine and full of the flowers he had been sending her. She would never let him give her anything else.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAre you busy this morning, Hilda?\u201d<|Q|> he asked as he sat down, his hat and gloves in his hand.\n\n\u201cVery. I\u2019ve been up and about three hours, working at my part. We open in February, you know.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_4": "Hilda was back in a few moments wearing a long gray squirrel coat and a broad fur hat.\n\nBartley rose and inspected her. <|Q|>\u201cWhy don\u2019t you wear some of those pink roses?\u201d<|Q|> he asked.\n\n\u201cBut they came only this morning, and they have not even begun to open. I was saving them. I am so unconsciously thrifty!\u201d She laughed as she looked about the room. \u201cYou\u2019ve been sending me far too many flowers, Bartley. New ones every day. That\u2019s too often; though I do love to open the boxes, and I take good care of them.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_5": "\"Strike 3.\"\n\nChris held the folded object in his hand, and then glanced at Amos. Amos slept. Going softly out of the pine grove to a narrow ledge of rock where he was out of sight, Chris put the object down and said: <|Q|>\"Strike three.\"<|Q|>\n\nNothing happened. The object remained an object. Then, suddenly understanding, Chris struck the stone ledge three times.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_4": "Then, remembering the bag of magic \"odds and ends,\" Chris put his hand inside it and drew out a small folded piece of silk and netting. On it a piece of paper, like a label, showed Mr. Wicker's fine script. Chris looked closer and read: \"Strike 3.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Strike 3.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris held the folded object in his hand, and then glanced at Amos. Amos slept. Going softly out of the pine grove to a narrow ledge of rock where he was out of sight, Chris put the object down and said: \"Strike three.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_6": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"Now, if that isn't handy!\"<|Q|> Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.\n\n\"Amos!\" he said, shaking his friend's shoulder, \"it's time for me to go. Are you awake?\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_7": "\u201cDo you mean aware of him?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo \u2014 of her.\u201d<|Q|> I was conscious as I spoke that I looked prodigious things, for I got the slow reflection of them in my companion\u2019s face. \u201cAnother person \u2014 this time; but a figure of quite as unmistakable horror and evil: a woman in black, pale and dreadful \u2014 with such an air also, and such a face! \u2014 on the other side of the lake. I was there with the child \u2014 quiet for the hour; and in the midst of it she came.\u201d\n\n\u201cCame how \u2014 from where?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_9": "Hilda shook her large hat as she drew the roses out of the tall glass. \u201cNo, there are some things you can\u2019t do. There\u2019s the carriage. Will you button my gloves for me?\u201d\n\nBartley took her wrist and began to button the long gray suede glove. <|Q|>\u201cHow gay your eyes are this morning, Hilda.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s because I\u2019ve been studying. It always stirs me up a little.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_8": "\"Then listen to me,\" Chris told him earnestly, \"and listen hard!\" Amos sat up more alertly.\n\n<|Q|>\"I have a handy thing here which is for you to use only -- do you hear? only if I don't come back.\"<|Q|>\n\nAmos's eyes began to get brighter and he swallowed.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_12": "\"Don't come back? Law! Chris, don't you leave me in this heathen country where nobody understands good English!\" he cried. \"Why, unless I'd steal, and Miss Becky told me never to do that -- but unless I did, how could I eat in these foreign parts?\"\n\nChris sat back on his haunches. \"Well, I don't know how you could, myself. But don't you cross any bridges until you come to them. Look.\" He held out the folded balloon. <|Q|>\"If I'm not back by two sunups from now -- I may have to hide all during tomorrow -- if I'm not back by then, put this package out beyond the trees in the clearing. That's very important. You've got that?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I haven't got anything but a few old dried-up fruits,\" Amos pouted. \"That's all.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_10": "Amos's eyes began to get brighter and he swallowed.\n\n\"Don't come back? Law! Chris, don't you leave me in this heathen country where nobody understands good English!\" he cried. <|Q|>\"Why, unless I'd steal, and Miss Becky told me never to do that -- but unless I did, how could I eat in these foreign parts?\"<|Q|>\n\nChris sat back on his haunches. \"Well, I don't know how you could, myself. But don't you cross any bridges until you come to them. Look.\" He held out the folded balloon. \"If I'm not back by two sunups from now -- I may have to hide all during tomorrow -- if I'm not back by then, put this package out beyond the trees in the clearing. That's very important. You've got that?\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_11": "\u201cThat\u2019s because I\u2019ve been studying. It always stirs me up a little.\u201d\n\nHe pushed the top of the glove up slowly. <|Q|>\u201cWhen did you learn to take hold of your parts like that?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhen I had nothing else to think of. Come, the carriage is waiting. What a shocking while you take.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_13": "Chris sat back on his haunches. \"Well, I don't know how you could, myself. But don't you cross any bridges until you come to them. Look.\" He held out the folded balloon. \"If I'm not back by two sunups from now -- I may have to hide all during tomorrow -- if I'm not back by then, put this package out beyond the trees in the clearing. That's very important. You've got that?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I haven't got anything but a few old dried-up fruits,\"<|Q|> Amos pouted. \"That's all.\"\n\n\"No, Amos!\" Chris gave him another rousing shake. \"I mean, do you understand that much?\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_13": "\u201cOh, for the effect and the feeling, she might have been as close as you!\u201d\n\nMy friend, with an odd impulse, fell back a step. <|Q|>\u201cWas she someone you\u2019ve never seen?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes. But someone the child has. Someone you have.\u201d Then, to show how I had thought it all out: \u201cMy predecessor \u2014 the one who died.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_15": "\"I haven't got anything but a few old dried-up fruits,\" Amos pouted. \"That's all.\"\n\n\"No, Amos!\" Chris gave him another rousing shake. <|Q|>\"I mean, do you understand that much?\"<|Q|>\n\nAmos brightened at once and broke into a broad grin.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_16": "Amos brightened at once and broke into a broad grin.\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh yes, of course. Why didn't you say so in the first place? You said, put the package out in the clear. Where's that, on this tippy-top of a hill?\"<|Q|> Amos asked, looking about.\n\n\"The ledge near where we climbed up. That's big enough,\" Chris reminded him.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_18": "\"Like this?\" And before Chris could stop him, Amos had struck the earth beside him twice before Chris seized his hand in mid-air.\n\n<|Q|>\"Amos! Not now! I said only if you have to get away. If someone comes after you, or if I don't come back. Promise me not to strike three at all except for either of those two reasons.\"<|Q|>\n\nAmos raised his right hand looking very solemn. \"I promise,\" he said. \"Only,\" he added, looking bewildered and already somewhat forlorn, \"what happens when I do hit three times?\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_16": "\u201cYes. But someone the child has. Someone you have.\u201d Then, to show how I had thought it all out: \u201cMy predecessor \u2014 the one who died.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMiss Jessel?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMiss Jessel. You don\u2019t believe me?\u201d I pressed.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_17": "\"Oh yes, of course. Why didn't you say so in the first place? You said, put the package out in the clear. Where's that, on this tippy-top of a hill?\" Amos asked, looking about.\n\n<|Q|>\"The ledge near where we climbed up. That's big enough,\"<|Q|> Chris reminded him.\n\n\"Oh yes,\" Amos said, looking wise.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_18": "\u201cMiss Jessel. You don\u2019t believe me?\u201d I pressed.\n\nShe turned right and left in her distress. <|Q|>\u201cHow can you be sure?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThis drew from me, in the state of my nerves, a flash of impatience. \u201cThen ask Flora \u2014 she\u2019s sure!\u201d But I had no sooner spoken than I caught myself up. \u201cNo, for God\u2019s sake, don\u2019t! She\u2019ll say she isn\u2019t \u2014 she\u2019ll lie!\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_25": "The comparative friendliness of the peace offering was probably the ultimate in graciousness from Trench. Idly, Gordon wondered what kind of pressures the captains were under; it must be pretty stiff, judging by the relief the man was showing at making quota.\n\n\"Thanks,\" he said, but his voice was bitter in his ears. <|Q|>\"I'll go home and rest. Drinking costs too much for what I make. It's a good thing you don't have income tax here.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"We do,\" Trench said flatly; \"forty per cent. Better make out a form next week, and start paying it regularly. But you can deduct your contributions here.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_21": "This drew from me, in the state of my nerves, a flash of impatience. \u201cThen ask Flora \u2014 she\u2019s sure!\u201d But I had no sooner spoken than I caught myself up. \u201cNo, for God\u2019s sake, don\u2019t! She\u2019ll say she isn\u2019t \u2014 she\u2019ll lie!\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose was not too bewildered instinctively to protest. <|Q|>\u201cAh, how can you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBecause I\u2019m clear. Flora doesn\u2019t want me to know.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_24": "Chris was becoming exasperated. He had important things to do.\n\n<|Q|>\"Look, Amos. If you have to use it, you'll be in such a bad fix that being up in the air will seem like the very best thing that could happen. Stop running. I'll be back -- I hope.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe turned away toward the ledge and clearing.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_22": "\"It's something that will hold you up in the air. There's a basket for you to sit in -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"No sir!\"<|Q|> Amos cried, wagging his head decisively from side to side. \"Me in the air over the roofs and high up? No indeedy, Chris! Not me.\"\n\nChris was becoming exasperated. He had important things to do.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_25": "He turned away toward the ledge and clearing.\n\n<|Q|>\"And now, wish me luck, and stay here and wait for me. Don't follow me now, or watch, or I might fail.\"<|Q|>\n\nAmos jumped up from the pine-covered ground. \"Oh, Chris!\" he cried, his voice sharp with distress, \"can't I go? You might get hurt. There's no telling what could happen if you're all alone!\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_26": "Mrs. Grose tried to keep up with me. \u201cYou mean you\u2019re afraid of seeing her again?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, no; that\u2019s nothing \u2014 now!\u201d<|Q|> Then I explained. \u201cIt\u2019s of not seeing her.\u201d\n\nBut my companion only looked wan. \u201cI don\u2019t understand you.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_27": "\u201cThere are too many people there whom one knows. Why not that little French place in Soho, where we went so often when you were here in the summer? I love it, and I\u2019ve never been there with any one but you. Sometimes I go by myself, when I am particularly lonely.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cVery well, the sole\u2019s good there. How many street pianos there are about to-night! The fine weather must have thawed them out. We\u2019ve had five miles of \u2018Il Trovatore\u2019 now. They always make me feel jaunty. Are you comfy, and not too tired?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI\u2019m not tired at all. I was just wondering how people can ever die. Why did you remind me of the mummy? Life seems the strongest and most indestructible thing in the world. Do you really believe that all those people rushing about down there, going to good dinners and clubs and theatres, will be dead some day, and not care about anything? I don\u2019t believe it, and I know I shan\u2019t die, ever! You see, I feel too \u2014 too powerful!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_0": "\u201cAnd what on earth \u2014 ?\u201d I felt her incredulity as she held me.\n\n\u201cWhy, all that we know \u2014 and heaven knows what else besides!\u201d Then, as she released me, I made it out to her, made it out perhaps only now with full coherency even to myself. <|Q|>\u201cTwo hours ago, in the garden\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 I could scarce articulate \u2014 \u201cFlora saw!\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose took it as she might have taken a blow in the stomach. \u201cShe has told you?\u201d she panted.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_27": "Chris was tempted to take his friend with him but someone must get the news back to the Mirabelle if he should fail. If this happened, he did not doubt but that the magic balloon would carry Amos safely to the ship.\n\n\"No,\" he said after a long moment. <|Q|>\"Better not. But I'd sure like to, Amos. Now don't lose that package. It's your escape. Wish me luck.\"<|Q|>\n\nAmos clasped his hand, and then, rushing off, dashed back again.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_29": "But my companion only looked wan. \u201cI don\u2019t understand you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, it\u2019s that the child may keep it up \u2014 and that the child assuredly will \u2014 without my knowing it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAt the image of this possibility Mrs. Grose for a moment collapsed, yet presently to pull herself together again, as if from the positive force of the sense of what, should we yield an inch, there would really be to give way to. \u201cDear, dear \u2014 we must keep our heads! And after all, if she doesn\u2019t mind it \u2014 !\u201d She even tried a grim joke. \u201cPerhaps she likes it!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_2": "\u201cWhy, all that we know \u2014 and heaven knows what else besides!\u201d Then, as she released me, I made it out to her, made it out perhaps only now with full coherency even to myself. \u201cTwo hours ago, in the garden\u201d \u2014 I could scarce articulate \u2014 \u201cFlora saw!\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose took it as she might have taken a blow in the stomach. <|Q|>\u201cShe has told you?\u201d<|Q|> she panted.\n\n\u201cNot a word \u2014 that\u2019s the horror. She kept it to herself! The child of eight, that child!\u201d Unutterable still, for me, was the stupefaction of it.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_3": "Mrs. Grose took it as she might have taken a blow in the stomach. \u201cShe has told you?\u201d she panted.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot a word \u2014 that\u2019s the horror. She kept it to herself! The child of eight, that child!\u201d<|Q|> Unutterable still, for me, was the stupefaction of it.\n\nMrs. Grose, of course, could only gape the wider. \u201cThen how do you know?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_4": "\u201cNot a word \u2014 that\u2019s the horror. She kept it to herself! The child of eight, that child!\u201d Unutterable still, for me, was the stupefaction of it.\n\nMrs. Grose, of course, could only gape the wider. <|Q|>\u201cThen how do you know?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI was there \u2014 I saw with my eyes: saw that she was perfectly aware.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_33": "\u201cLikes such things \u2014 a scrap of an infant!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIsn\u2019t it just a proof of her blessed innocence?\u201d<|Q|> my friend bravely inquired.\n\nShe brought me, for the instant, almost round. \u201cOh, we must clutch at that \u2014 we must cling to it! If it isn\u2019t a proof of what you say, it\u2019s a proof of \u2014 God knows what! For the woman\u2019s a horror of horrors.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_35": "She brought me, for the instant, almost round. \u201cOh, we must clutch at that \u2014 we must cling to it! If it isn\u2019t a proof of what you say, it\u2019s a proof of \u2014 God knows what! For the woman\u2019s a horror of horrors.\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose, at this, fixed her eyes a minute on the ground; then at last raising them, <|Q|>\u201cTell me how you know,\u201d<|Q|> she said.\n\n\u201cThen you admit it\u2019s what she was?\u201d I cried.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_7": "\"Now, if that isn't handy!\" Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.\n\n\"Amos!\" he said, shaking his friend's shoulder, <|Q|>\"it's time for me to go. Are you awake?\"<|Q|>\n\nAmos blinked a few times and said he thought so.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_9": "\u201cNo \u2014 of her.\u201d I was conscious as I spoke that I looked prodigious things, for I got the slow reflection of them in my companion\u2019s face. \u201cAnother person \u2014 this time; but a figure of quite as unmistakable horror and evil: a woman in black, pale and dreadful \u2014 with such an air also, and such a face! \u2014 on the other side of the lake. I was there with the child \u2014 quiet for the hour; and in the midst of it she came.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCame how \u2014 from where?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFrom where they come from! She just appeared and stood there \u2014 but not so near.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_11": "\u201cFrom where they come from! She just appeared and stood there \u2014 but not so near.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd without coming nearer?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, for the effect and the feeling, she might have been as close as you!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_10": "\u201cCame how \u2014 from where?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFrom where they come from! She just appeared and stood there \u2014 but not so near.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd without coming nearer?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_40": "\u201cAt you, do you mean \u2014 so wickedly?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDear me, no \u2014 I could have borne that. She gave me never a glance. She only fixed the child.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose tried to see it. \u201cFixed her?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_14": "My friend, with an odd impulse, fell back a step. \u201cWas she someone you\u2019ve never seen?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes. But someone the child has. Someone you have.\u201d<|Q|> Then, to show how I had thought it all out: \u201cMy predecessor \u2014 the one who died.\u201d\n\n\u201cMiss Jessel?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_14": "\"I haven't got anything but a few old dried-up fruits,\" Amos pouted. \"That's all.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No, Amos!\"<|Q|> Chris gave him another rousing shake. \"I mean, do you understand that much?\"\n\nAmos brightened at once and broke into a broad grin.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_43": "\u201cAh, with such awful eyes!\u201d\n\nShe stared at mine as if they might really have resembled them. <|Q|>\u201cDo you mean of dislike?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cGod help us, no. Of something much worse.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_44": "She stared at mine as if they might really have resembled them. \u201cDo you mean of dislike?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGod help us, no. Of something much worse.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWorse than dislike?\u201d \u2014 this left her indeed at a loss.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_45": "\u201cGod help us, no. Of something much worse.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWorse than dislike?\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 this left her indeed at a loss.\n\n\u201cWith a determination \u2014 indescribable. With a kind of fury of intention.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_17": "\u201cMiss Jessel?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMiss Jessel. You don\u2019t believe me?\u201d<|Q|> I pressed.\n\nShe turned right and left in her distress. \u201cHow can you be sure?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_20": "Amos raised his right hand looking very solemn. \"I promise,\" he said. \"Only,\" he added, looking bewildered and already somewhat forlorn, \"what happens when I do hit three times?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Why, it's a mag -- it's a special kind of balloon,\"<|Q|> Chris began, after correcting what had almost been a bad slip.\n\n\"A what?\" Amos stuck his head forward, trying hard to understand.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_20": "She turned right and left in her distress. \u201cHow can you be sure?\u201d\n\nThis drew from me, in the state of my nerves, a flash of impatience. \u201cThen ask Flora \u2014 she\u2019s sure!\u201d But I had no sooner spoken than I caught myself up. <|Q|>\u201cNo, for God\u2019s sake, don\u2019t! She\u2019ll say she isn\u2019t \u2014 she\u2019ll lie!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose was not too bewildered instinctively to protest. \u201cAh, how can you?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_23": "[See \u201cThe Barrel Organ by Alfred Noyes. Ed.] [I have placed it at the end for your convenience]\n\n\u201cSeems good to get back, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d Bartley whispered, as they drove from Bayswater Road into Oxford Street. <|Q|>\u201cLondon always makes me want to live more than any other city in the world. You remember our priestess mummy over in the mummy-room, and how we used to long to go and bring her out on nights like this? Three thousand years! Ugh!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAll the same, I believe she used to feel it when we stood there and watched her and wished her well. I believe she used to remember,\u201d Hilda said thoughtfully.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_50": "\u201cTo get hold of her.\u201d Mrs. Grose \u2014 her eyes just lingering on mine \u2014 gave a shudder and walked to the window; and while she stood there looking out I completed my statement. \u201cThat\u2019s what Flora knows.\u201d\n\nAfter a little she turned round. <|Q|>\u201cThe person was in black, you say?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIn mourning \u2014 rather poor, almost shabby. But \u2014 yes \u2014 with extraordinary beauty.\u201d I now recognized to what I had at last, stroke by stroke, brought the victim of my confidence, for she quite visibly weighed this. \u201cOh, handsome \u2014 very, very,\u201d I insisted; \u201cwonderfully handsome. But infamous.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_51": "After a little she turned round. \u201cThe person was in black, you say?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIn mourning \u2014 rather poor, almost shabby. But \u2014 yes \u2014 with extraordinary beauty.\u201d<|Q|> I now recognized to what I had at last, stroke by stroke, brought the victim of my confidence, for she quite visibly weighed this. \u201cOh, handsome \u2014 very, very,\u201d I insisted; \u201cwonderfully handsome. But infamous.\u201d\n\nShe slowly came back to me. \u201cMiss Jessel \u2014 was infamous.\u201d She once more took my hand in both her own, holding it as tight as if to fortify me against the increase of alarm I might draw from this disclosure. \u201cThey were both infamous", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_27": "Mrs. Grose tried to keep up with me. \u201cYou mean you\u2019re afraid of seeing her again?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, no; that\u2019s nothing \u2014 now!\u201d Then I explained. <|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s of not seeing her.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBut my companion only looked wan. \u201cI don\u2019t understand you.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_52": "After a little she turned round. \u201cThe person was in black, you say?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn mourning \u2014 rather poor, almost shabby. But \u2014 yes \u2014 with extraordinary beauty.\u201d I now recognized to what I had at last, stroke by stroke, brought the victim of my confidence, for she quite visibly weighed this. <|Q|>\u201cOh, handsome \u2014 very, very,\u201d<|Q|> I insisted; \u201cwonderfully handsome. But infamous.\u201d\n\nShe slowly came back to me. \u201cMiss Jessel \u2014 was infamous.\u201d She once more took my hand in both her own, holding it as tight as if to fortify me against the increase of alarm I might draw from this disclosure. \u201cThey were both infamous,\u201d she finally said.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_23": "\u201cBecause I\u2019m clear. Flora doesn\u2019t want me to know.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s only then to spare you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, no \u2014 there are depths, depths! The more I go over it, the more I see in it, and the more I see in it, the more I fear. I don\u2019t know what I don\u2019t see \u2014 what I don\u2019t fear!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_25": "\u201cNo, no \u2014 there are depths, depths! The more I go over it, the more I see in it, and the more I see in it, the more I fear. I don\u2019t know what I don\u2019t see \u2014 what I don\u2019t fear!\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose tried to keep up with me. <|Q|>\u201cYou mean you\u2019re afraid of seeing her again?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, no; that\u2019s nothing \u2014 now!\u201d Then I explained. \u201cIt\u2019s of not seeing her.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_28": "\u201cOh, no; that\u2019s nothing \u2014 now!\u201d Then I explained. \u201cIt\u2019s of not seeing her.\u201d\n\nBut my companion only looked wan. <|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t understand you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, it\u2019s that the child may keep it up \u2014 and that the child assuredly will \u2014 without my knowing it.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_30": "\u201cWhy, it\u2019s that the child may keep it up \u2014 and that the child assuredly will \u2014 without my knowing it.\u201d\n\nAt the image of this possibility Mrs. Grose for a moment collapsed, yet presently to pull herself together again, as if from the positive force of the sense of what, should we yield an inch, there would really be to give way to. <|Q|>\u201cDear, dear \u2014 we must keep our heads! And after all, if she doesn\u2019t mind it \u2014 !\u201d<|Q|> She even tried a grim joke. \u201cPerhaps she likes it!\u201d\n\n\u201cLikes such things \u2014 a scrap of an infant!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_58": "\u201d She once more took my hand in both her own, holding it as tight as if to fortify me against the increase of alarm I might draw from this disclosure. \u201cThey were both infamous,\u201d she finally said.\n\nSo, for a little, we faced it once more together; and I found absolutely a degree of help in seeing it now so straight. \u201cI appreciate,\u201d I said, \u201cthe great decency of your not having hitherto spoken; but the time has certainly come to give me the whole thing.\u201d She appeared to assent to this, but still only in silence; seeing which I went on: <|Q|>\u201cI must have it now. Of what did she die? Come, there was something between them.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThere was everything.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_32": "At the image of this possibility Mrs. Grose for a moment collapsed, yet presently to pull herself together again, as if from the positive force of the sense of what, should we yield an inch, there would really be to give way to. \u201cDear, dear \u2014 we must keep our heads! And after all, if she doesn\u2019t mind it \u2014 !\u201d She even tried a grim joke. \u201cPerhaps she likes it!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cLikes such things \u2014 a scrap of an infant!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIsn\u2019t it just a proof of her blessed innocence?\u201d my friend bravely inquired.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_60": "\u201cThere was everything.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIn spite of the difference \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, of their rank, their condition\u201d \u2014 she brought it woefully out. \u201cShe was a lady.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_34": "\u201cIsn\u2019t it just a proof of her blessed innocence?\u201d my friend bravely inquired.\n\nShe brought me, for the instant, almost round. <|Q|>\u201cOh, we must clutch at that \u2014 we must cling to it! If it isn\u2019t a proof of what you say, it\u2019s a proof of \u2014 God knows what! For the woman\u2019s a horror of horrors.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose, at this, fixed her eyes a minute on the ground; then at last raising them, \u201cTell me how you know,\u201d she said.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_62": "\u201cIn spite of the difference \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, of their rank, their condition\u201d \u2014 she brought it woefully out. <|Q|>\u201cShe was a lady.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI turned it over; I again saw. \u201cYes \u2014 she was a lady.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_5": "Mrs. Grose, of course, could only gape the wider. \u201cThen how do you know?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI was there \u2014 I saw with my eyes: saw that she was perfectly aware.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDo you mean aware of him?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_63": "\u201cOh, of their rank, their condition\u201d \u2014 she brought it woefully out. \u201cShe was a lady.\u201d\n\nI turned it over; I again saw. <|Q|>\u201cYes \u2014 she was a lady.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd he so dreadfully below,\u201d said Mrs. Grose.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_38": "\u201cTell me how you know,\u201d my friend simply repeated.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cKnow? By seeing her! By the way she looked.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAt you, do you mean \u2014 so wickedly?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_39": "\u201cKnow? By seeing her! By the way she looked.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAt you, do you mean \u2014 so wickedly?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDear me, no \u2014 I could have borne that. She gave me never a glance. She only fixed the child.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_37": "\u201cThen you admit it\u2019s what she was?\u201d I cried.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTell me how you know,\u201d<|Q|> my friend simply repeated.\n\n\u201cKnow? By seeing her! By the way she looked.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_12": "\u201cAnd without coming nearer?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, for the effect and the feeling, she might have been as close as you!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy friend, with an odd impulse, fell back a step. \u201cWas she someone you\u2019ve never seen?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_41": "\u201cDear me, no \u2014 I could have borne that. She gave me never a glance. She only fixed the child.\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose tried to see it. <|Q|>\u201cFixed her?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh, with such awful eyes!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_42": "Mrs. Grose tried to see it. \u201cFixed her?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh, with such awful eyes!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe stared at mine as if they might really have resembled them. \u201cDo you mean of dislike?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_15": "My friend, with an odd impulse, fell back a step. \u201cWas she someone you\u2019ve never seen?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. But someone the child has. Someone you have.\u201d Then, to show how I had thought it all out: <|Q|>\u201cMy predecessor \u2014 the one who died.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMiss Jessel?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_71": "\u201cYet you had, then, your idea \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOf her real reason for leaving? Oh, yes \u2014 as to that. She couldn\u2019t have stayed. Fancy it here \u2014 for a governess! And afterward I imagined \u2014 and I still imagine. And what I imagine is dreadful.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNot so dreadful as what I do,\u201d I replied; on which I must have shown her \u2014 as I was indeed but too conscious \u2014 a front of miserable defeat. It brought out again all her compassion for me, and at the renewed touch of her kindness my power to resist broke down. I burst, as I had, the other time, made her burst, into tears; she took me to her motherly breast, and my lamentation overflowed. \u201cI don\u2019t do it!\u201d I sobbed in despair; \u201cI don\u2019t save or shield them! It\u2019s far worse than I dreamed \u2014 they\u2019re lost!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_19": "She turned right and left in her distress. \u201cHow can you be sure?\u201d\n\nThis drew from me, in the state of my nerves, a flash of impatience. <|Q|>\u201cThen ask Flora \u2014 she\u2019s sure!\u201d<|Q|> But I had no sooner spoken than I caught myself up. \u201cNo, for God\u2019s sake, don\u2019t! She\u2019ll say she isn\u2019t \u2014 she\u2019ll lie!\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose was not too bewildered instinctively to protest. \u201cAh, how can you?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_1": "Once again Chris turned back to look for Mr. Wicker, and to his astonishment, now saw him in the chair that he had thought empty a moment before. Mr. Wicker, his elbows on the arms of the chair and his fingertips touched lightly together, was watching Chris with interest and amusement. When the boy caught sight of him, Mr. Wicker nodded, smiling, and motioned Chris toward the other leather chair across from him.\n\n<|Q|>\"Good morning, my boy,\"<|Q|> said the old man. \"I trust you slept well?\"\n\nChris slowly let himself down into the offered chair. \"Oh yes, thank you sir,\" he replied. \"I don't even know how I got to bed.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_46": "\u201cWorse than dislike?\u201d \u2014 this left her indeed at a loss.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWith a determination \u2014 indescribable. With a kind of fury of intention.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI made her turn pale. \u201cIntention?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_49": "I made her turn pale. \u201cIntention?\u201d\n\n\u201cTo get hold of her.\u201d Mrs. Grose \u2014 her eyes just lingering on mine \u2014 gave a shudder and walked to the window; and while she stood there looking out I completed my statement. <|Q|>\u201cThat\u2019s what Flora knows.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAfter a little she turned round. \u201cThe person was in black, you say?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_48": "I made her turn pale. \u201cIntention?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo get hold of her.\u201d<|Q|> Mrs. Grose \u2014 her eyes just lingering on mine \u2014 gave a shudder and walked to the window; and while she stood there looking out I completed my statement. \u201cThat\u2019s what Flora knows.\u201d\n\nAfter a little she turned round. \u201cThe person was in black, you say?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_22": "Mrs. Grose was not too bewildered instinctively to protest. \u201cAh, how can you?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBecause I\u2019m clear. Flora doesn\u2019t want me to know.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s only then to spare you.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_7": "\"And breakfast?\" Mr. Wicker asked. \"Becky fed you?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes sir. And Mr. Cilley -- he fed me too.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Indeed?\" Mr. Wicker's eyebrows went up in an inverted V above his bright dark eyes. \"Ned Cilley so early? Well, he is a loyal soul, is Cilley. You shall know more of him.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_24": "\u201cIt\u2019s only then to spare you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, no \u2014 there are depths, depths! The more I go over it, the more I see in it, and the more I see in it, the more I fear. I don\u2019t know what I don\u2019t see \u2014 what I don\u2019t fear!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose tried to keep up with me. \u201cYou mean you\u2019re afraid of seeing her again?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_55": "\u201cIn mourning \u2014 rather poor, almost shabby. But \u2014 yes \u2014 with extraordinary beauty.\u201d I now recognized to what I had at last, stroke by stroke, brought the victim of my confidence, for she quite visibly weighed this. \u201cOh, handsome \u2014 very, very,\u201d I insisted; \u201cwonderfully handsome. But infamous.\u201d\n\nShe slowly came back to me. \u201cMiss Jessel \u2014 was infamous.\u201d She once more took my hand in both her own, holding it as tight as if to fortify me against the increase of alarm I might draw from this disclosure. <|Q|>\u201cThey were both infamous,\u201d<|Q|> she finally said.\n\nSo, for a little, we faced it once more together; and I found absolutely a degree of help in seeing it now so straight. \u201cI appreciate,\u201d I said, \u201cthe great decency of your not having hitherto spoken; but the time has certainly come to give me the whole thing.\u201d She appeared to assent to this, but still only in silence; seeing which I went on: \u201cI must have it now. Of what did she die? Come, there was something between them.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_8": "\"Yes sir. And Mr. Cilley -- he fed me too.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Indeed?\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker's eyebrows went up in an inverted V above his bright dark eyes. \"Ned Cilley so early? Well, he is a loyal soul, is Cilley. You shall know more of him.\"\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_54": "\u201cIn mourning \u2014 rather poor, almost shabby. But \u2014 yes \u2014 with extraordinary beauty.\u201d I now recognized to what I had at last, stroke by stroke, brought the victim of my confidence, for she quite visibly weighed this. \u201cOh, handsome \u2014 very, very,\u201d I insisted; \u201cwonderfully handsome. But infamous.\u201d\n\nShe slowly came back to me. <|Q|>\u201cMiss Jessel \u2014 was infamous.\u201d<|Q|> She once more took my hand in both her own, holding it as tight as if to fortify me against the increase of alarm I might draw from this disclosure. \u201cThey were both infamous,\u201d she finally said.\n\nSo, for a little, we faced it once more together; and I found absolutely a degree of help in seeing it now so straight. \u201cI appreciate,\u201d I said, \u201cthe great decency of your not having hitherto spoken; but the time has certainly come to give me the whole thing", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_9": "\"Yes sir. And Mr. Cilley -- he fed me too.\"\n\n\"Indeed?\" Mr. Wicker's eyebrows went up in an inverted V above his bright dark eyes. <|Q|>\"Ned Cilley so early? Well, he is a loyal soul, is Cilley. You shall know more of him.\"<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_14": "Restive and anxious to be off, Chris nevertheless found it necessary to reply.\n\n<|Q|>\"You sell old stuff. That's all I know,\"<|Q|> he answered, beginning to feel a trifle surly.\n\nMr. Wicker nodded, tapping his fingertips together. \"Yes,\" he agreed, \"I sell old things -- in your time. But now -- in this time, what do you know of me?\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_1": "\u201cAnd what on earth \u2014 ?\u201d I felt her incredulity as she held me.\n\n\u201cWhy, all that we know \u2014 and heaven knows what else besides!\u201d Then, as she released me, I made it out to her, made it out perhaps only now with full coherency even to myself. \u201cTwo hours ago, in the garden\u201d \u2014 I could scarce articulate \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cFlora saw!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose took it as she might have taken a blow in the stomach. \u201cShe has told you?\u201d she panted.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_15": "\"You sell old stuff. That's all I know,\" he answered, beginning to feel a trifle surly.\n\nMr. Wicker nodded, tapping his fingertips together. \"Yes,\" he agreed, <|Q|>\"I sell old things -- in your time. But now -- in this time, what do you know of me?\"<|Q|>\n\nAs he spoke there was a change of tone, as if a younger man was speaking, and in spite of his impatience to get home, Chris looked up sharply. Mr. Wicker was leaning forward, and Chris felt himself immovable under the vigor of those dark eyes.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_16": "\"Nothing, sir,\" he heard himself saying, not taking his eyes from those of the man before him.\n\n<|Q|>\"I am a shipowner, Christopher, for one thing,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker drew a slow breath. \"A merchant trading in tobacco, cotton, corn, and flour. But I am also -- \" he paused as if to give Chris time to hear each word, \"I am also quite a fine magician,\" said Mr. Wicker.\n\nChris leaned back, disappointed and scornful. \"Rabbits out of hats?\" he inquired.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_31": "\u201cWhy, it\u2019s that the child may keep it up \u2014 and that the child assuredly will \u2014 without my knowing it.\u201d\n\nAt the image of this possibility Mrs. Grose for a moment collapsed, yet presently to pull herself together again, as if from the positive force of the sense of what, should we yield an inch, there would really be to give way to. \u201cDear, dear \u2014 we must keep our heads! And after all, if she doesn\u2019t mind it \u2014 !\u201d She even tried a grim joke. <|Q|>\u201cPerhaps she likes it!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cLikes such things \u2014 a scrap of an infant!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_36": "Mrs. Grose, at this, fixed her eyes a minute on the ground; then at last raising them, \u201cTell me how you know,\u201d she said.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThen you admit it\u2019s what she was?\u201d<|Q|> I cried.\n\n\u201cTell me how you know,\u201d my friend simply repeated.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_17": "\"Nothing, sir,\" he heard himself saying, not taking his eyes from those of the man before him.\n\n\"I am a shipowner, Christopher, for one thing,\" Mr. Wicker drew a slow breath. \"A merchant trading in tobacco, cotton, corn, and flour. But I am also -- \" he paused as if to give Chris time to hear each word, <|Q|>\"I am also quite a fine magician,\"<|Q|> said Mr. Wicker.\n\nChris leaned back, disappointed and scornful. \"Rabbits out of hats?\" he inquired.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_64": "I turned it over; I again saw. \u201cYes \u2014 she was a lady.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd he so dreadfully below,\u201d<|Q|> said Mrs. Grose.\n\nI felt that I doubtless needn\u2019t press too hard, in such company, on the place of a servant in the scale; but there was nothing to prevent an acceptance of my companion\u2019s own measure of my predecessor\u2019s abasement. There was a way to deal with that, and I dealt; the more readily for my full vision \u2014 on the evidence \u2014 of our employer\u2019s late clever, good-looking \u201cown\u201d man; impudent, assured, spoiled, depraved.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_65": "\u201d said Mrs. Grose.\n\nI felt that I doubtless needn\u2019t press too hard, in such company, on the place of a servant in the scale; but there was nothing to prevent an acceptance of my companion\u2019s own measure of my predecessor\u2019s abasement. There was a way to deal with that, and I dealt; the more readily for my full vision \u2014 on the evidence \u2014 of our employer\u2019s late clever, good-looking \u201cown\u201d man; impudent, assured, spoiled, depraved. <|Q|>\u201cThe fellow was a hound.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose considered as if it were perhaps a little a case for a sense of shades. \u201cI\u2019ve never seen one like him. He did what he wished.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_66": "I felt that I doubtless needn\u2019t press too hard, in such company, on the place of a servant in the scale; but there was nothing to prevent an acceptance of my companion\u2019s own measure of my predecessor\u2019s abasement. There was a way to deal with that, and I dealt; the more readily for my full vision \u2014 on the evidence \u2014 of our employer\u2019s late clever, good-looking \u201cown\u201d man; impudent, assured, spoiled, depraved. \u201cThe fellow was a hound.\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose considered as if it were perhaps a little a case for a sense of shades. <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ve never seen one like him. He did what he wished.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWith her?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_67": "\u201cWith them all.\u201d\n\nIt was as if now in my friend\u2019s own eyes Miss Jessel had again appeared. I seemed at any rate, for an instant, to see their evocation of her as distinctly as I had seen her by the pond; and I brought out with decision: <|Q|>\u201cIt must have been also what she wished!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Grose\u2019s face signified that it had been indeed, but she said at the same time: \u201cPoor woman \u2014 she paid for it!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_68": "It was as if now in my friend\u2019s own eyes Miss Jessel had again appeared. I seemed at any rate, for an instant, to see their evocation of her as distinctly as I had seen her by the pond; and I brought out with decision: \u201cIt must have been also what she wished!\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose\u2019s face signified that it had been indeed, but she said at the same time: <|Q|>\u201cPoor woman \u2014 she paid for it!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThen you do know what she died of?\u201d I asked.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_24": "Mr. Wicker rose from his chair, and now he stood six feet, no longer wizened, no longer feeble.\n\n<|Q|>\"Fascinating, is it not?\"<|Q|> he remarked, with a sardonic smile. \"A good trick, do you not agree?\"\n\nChris sat looking at him, amazed but still incredulous. \"Well yes,\" he admitted, \"but maybe with make-up, or something -- \"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_70": "\u201cThen you do know what she died of?\u201d I asked.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo \u2014 I know nothing. I wanted not to know; I was glad enough I didn\u2019t; and I thanked heaven she was well out of this!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYet you had, then, your idea \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_72": "\u201cOf her real reason for leaving? Oh, yes \u2014 as to that. She couldn\u2019t have stayed. Fancy it here \u2014 for a governess! And afterward I imagined \u2014 and I still imagine. And what I imagine is dreadful.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot so dreadful as what I do,\u201d<|Q|> I replied; on which I must have shown her \u2014 as I was indeed but too conscious \u2014 a front of miserable defeat. It brought out again all her compassion for me, and at the renewed touch of her kindness my power to resist broke down. I burst, as I had, the other time, made her burst, into tears; she took me to her motherly breast, and my lamentation overflowed. \u201cI don\u2019t do it!\u201d I sobbed in despair; \u201cI don\u2019t save or shield them! It\u2019s far worse than I dreamed \u2014 they\u2019re lost!\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_19": "\"Amos! Not now! I said only if you have to get away. If someone comes after you, or if I don't come back. Promise me not to strike three at all except for either of those two reasons.\"\n\nAmos raised his right hand looking very solemn. \"I promise,\" he said. \"Only,\" he added, looking bewildered and already somewhat forlorn, <|Q|>\"what happens when I do hit three times?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Why, it's a mag -- it's a special kind of balloon,\" Chris began, after correcting what had almost been a bad slip.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_0": "A thin voice, that came from nowhere and was everywhere, broke in to Chris.\n\n<|Q|>\"No, my boy. The church is not yet built. That will come in seventy years. In eighteen-sixty, to be exact. Confusing, is it not?\"<|Q|>\n\nChris whipped about at the sound of the antiquarian's voice but for a moment longer he could not see him, and looked toward the other end of the room with interest.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_47": "\u201cWith a determination \u2014 indescribable. With a kind of fury of intention.\u201d\n\nI made her turn pale. <|Q|>\u201cIntention?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTo get hold of her.\u201d Mrs. Grose \u2014 her eyes just lingering on mine \u2014 gave a shudder and walked to the window; and while she stood there looking out I completed my statement. \u201cThat\u2019s what Flora knows.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_2": "Once again Chris turned back to look for Mr. Wicker, and to his astonishment, now saw him in the chair that he had thought empty a moment before. Mr. Wicker, his elbows on the arms of the chair and his fingertips touched lightly together, was watching Chris with interest and amusement. When the boy caught sight of him, Mr. Wicker nodded, smiling, and motioned Chris toward the other leather chair across from him.\n\n\"Good morning, my boy,\" said the old man. <|Q|>\"I trust you slept well?\"<|Q|>\n\nChris slowly let himself down into the offered chair. \"Oh yes, thank you sir,\" he replied. \"I don't even know how I got to bed.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_4": "\"Good morning, my boy,\" said the old man. \"I trust you slept well?\"\n\nChris slowly let himself down into the offered chair. \"Oh yes, thank you sir,\" he replied. <|Q|>\"I don't even know how I got to bed.\"<|Q|>\n\nMr. Wicker made a sound that seemed to indicate that that did not matter.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_3": "\"Good morning, my boy,\" said the old man. \"I trust you slept well?\"\n\nChris slowly let himself down into the offered chair. <|Q|>\"Oh yes, thank you sir,\"<|Q|> he replied. \"I don't even know how I got to bed.\"\n\nMr. Wicker made a sound that seemed to indicate that that did not matter.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_5": "Mr. Wicker made a sound that seemed to indicate that that did not matter.\n\n<|Q|>\"And breakfast?\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker asked. \"Becky fed you?\"\n\n\"Yes sir. And Mr. Cilley -- he fed me too.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_34": "\"It's not fair!\" Chris challenged aloud. \"You've got some trick hiding place. You're just not here.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes I am,\"<|Q|> came the voice. \"I am within reach of your hand, Christopher,\" Mr. Wicker told him. \"And I will reappear in whatever part of the room you wish. Choose.\"\n\nChris looked around him, and then pointed to the end window.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_1": "\"What're we going to do, Chris?\" Amos wanted to know. \"What-all comes next, and have we some more of those dates?\"\n\nChris passed him some. <|Q|>\"We have to wait until dusk anyway,\"<|Q|> he said, his voice abstracted, \"and by the look of the light that won't be long.\"\n\nThe piny knoll was steep and rocky and only two adventurous boys would ever have reached the top. Too precipitous on which to build houses, it rose far above the surrounding roofs of Peking. The green and scarlet of curved tiles spread under the boys' sight like a curling sea. Before them, stretched out in long angular wings to right and left, swept the palace walls.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_53": "After a little she turned round. \u201cThe person was in black, you say?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn mourning \u2014 rather poor, almost shabby. But \u2014 yes \u2014 with extraordinary beauty.\u201d I now recognized to what I had at last, stroke by stroke, brought the victim of my confidence, for she quite visibly weighed this. \u201cOh, handsome \u2014 very, very,\u201d I insisted; <|Q|>\u201cwonderfully handsome. But infamous.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe slowly came back to me. \u201cMiss Jessel \u2014 was infamous.\u201d She once more took my hand in both her own, holding it as tight as if to fortify me against the increase of alarm I might draw from this disclosure. \u201cThey were both infamous,\u201d she finally said.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_10": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"Feel? Well -- all right, I guess, in a way. But there's a sort of spinning in my head and my stomach if I try to figure any of this out. I just don't get it.\"<|Q|> He shook his head dubiously. \"I feel alive all right, and the food tasted good just now, but how in the world can all the changes come about, or be? And there's something I should see to, at home -- \" All at once he needed desperately to know how his mother was, that morning. He stood up abruptly.\n\n\"If I can just go now, please?\" Chris asked politely but firmly. \"It's been very interesting, but I -- \"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_56": "She slowly came back to me. \u201cMiss Jessel \u2014 was infamous.\u201d She once more took my hand in both her own, holding it as tight as if to fortify me against the increase of alarm I might draw from this disclosure. \u201cThey were both infamous,\u201d she finally said.\n\nSo, for a little, we faced it once more together; and I found absolutely a degree of help in seeing it now so straight. <|Q|>\u201cI appreciate,\u201d<|Q|> I said, \u201cthe great decency of your not having hitherto spoken; but the time has certainly come to give me the whole thing.\u201d She appeared to assent to this, but still only in silence; seeing which I went on: \u201cI must have it now. Of what did she die? Come, there was something between them.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere was everything.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_12": "His throat tightened up again and he made a helpless gesture with his hand, and looking toward the window, wondered if he could jump out into the flower beds and be off. Mr. Wicker's voice, soft but with such authority that one did not question it, came again, and it had a healing in its sound.\n\n<|Q|>\"Sit down, Christopher my lad,\"<|Q|> he said, and his eyes were kind, intent and eager. \"We have much to talk of, you and I. But first, your mind and heart shall be put at ease. Do you know who I am?\"\n\nRestive and anxious to be off, Chris nevertheless found it necessary to reply.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_11": "\"Feel? Well -- all right, I guess, in a way. But there's a sort of spinning in my head and my stomach if I try to figure any of this out. I just don't get it.\" He shook his head dubiously. \"I feel alive all right, and the food tasted good just now, but how in the world can all the changes come about, or be? And there's something I should see to, at home -- \" All at once he needed desperately to know how his mother was, that morning. He stood up abruptly.\n\n<|Q|>\"If I can just go now, please?\"<|Q|> Chris asked politely but firmly. \"It's been very interesting, but I -- \"\n\nHis throat tightened up again and he made a helpless gesture with his hand, and looking toward the window, wondered if he could jump out into the flower beds and be off. Mr. Wicker's voice, soft but with such authority that one did not question it, came again, and it had a healing in its sound.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_1": "\"What is that?\" said Mrs Marrot concentrating herself on one of these implements, after having indulged in a stare of bewildered curiosity round the long shed.\n\n<|Q|>\"That's a circular saw,\"<|Q|> replied Will Garvie; \"one of the large ones, -- about four feet in diameter.\"\n\n\"A saw!\" exclaimed Mrs Marrot, in surprise. \"W'y, Will, it's round. How can a round thing saw? An' it han't got no 'andle! How could any man lay 'old of it to saw?\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_57": "She slowly came back to me. \u201cMiss Jessel \u2014 was infamous.\u201d She once more took my hand in both her own, holding it as tight as if to fortify me against the increase of alarm I might draw from this disclosure. \u201cThey were both infamous,\u201d she finally said.\n\nSo, for a little, we faced it once more together; and I found absolutely a degree of help in seeing it now so straight. \u201cI appreciate,\u201d I said, <|Q|>\u201cthe great decency of your not having hitherto spoken; but the time has certainly come to give me the whole thing.\u201d<|Q|> She appeared to assent to this, but still only in silence; seeing which I went on: \u201cI must have it now. Of what did she die? Come, there was something between them.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere was everything.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_59": "So, for a little, we faced it once more together; and I found absolutely a degree of help in seeing it now so straight. \u201cI appreciate,\u201d I said, \u201cthe great decency of your not having hitherto spoken; but the time has certainly come to give me the whole thing.\u201d She appeared to assent to this, but still only in silence; seeing which I went on: \u201cI must have it now. Of what did she die? Come, there was something between them.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere was everything.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIn spite of the difference \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_61": "\u201cIn spite of the difference \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, of their rank, their condition\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 she brought it woefully out. \u201cShe was a lady.\u201d\n\nI turned it over; I again saw. \u201cYes \u2014 she was a lady.\u201d", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_7": "He led them to a place close beside the saw, where there was a strong iron machine, to one part of which was attached a very large chisel -- it might have been equal to two or three dozen of the largest ordinary chisels rolled into one. This machine was in motion, but apparently it had been made for a very useless purpose, for it was going vigorously up and down at the time cutting the atmosphere!\n\n<|Q|>\"It's like a lot of people as I knows of,\"<|Q|> observed Mrs Marrot, \"very busy about nothin'.\"\n\n\"It'll have somethin' to do soon, mother,\" said Bob, who was already beginning to think himself very knowing.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_8": "He led them to a place close beside the saw, where there was a strong iron machine, to one part of which was attached a very large chisel -- it might have been equal to two or three dozen of the largest ordinary chisels rolled into one. This machine was in motion, but apparently it had been made for a very useless purpose, for it was going vigorously up and down at the time cutting the atmosphere!\n\n\"It's like a lot of people as I knows of,\" observed Mrs Marrot, <|Q|>\"very busy about nothin'.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"It'll have somethin' to do soon, mother,\" said Bob, who was already beginning to think himself very knowing.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_6": "\u201cI was there \u2014 I saw with my eyes: saw that she was perfectly aware.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo you mean aware of him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo \u2014 of her.\u201d I was conscious as I spoke that I looked prodigious things, for I got the slow reflection of them in my companion\u2019s face. \u201cAnother person \u2014 this time; but a figure of quite as unmistakable horror and evil: a woman in black, pale and dreadful \u2014 with such an air also, and such a face! \u2014 on the other side of the lake. I was there with the child \u2014 quiet for the hour; and in the midst of it she came.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_20": "Chris leaned back, disappointed and scornful. \"Rabbits out of hats?\" he inquired.\n\n\"No, young man,\" Mr. Wicker answered with no show of annoyance, <|Q|>\"Not rabbits out of hats. That -- as you would say -- is for toddlers. Suppose I prove to you just how good?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Go ahead,\" said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_21": "\"Go ahead,\" said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.\n\n<|Q|>\"Watch closely then,\"<|Q|> commanded Mr. Wicker. \"I have been in my twentieth-century shape so that you would recognize me. Now I shall regain my appearance of this time -- not a great change, I grant you, but there will be a difference. Watch me closely.\"\n\nChris leaned forward in his chair. The room was well lit from three sides; sunlight and firelight mingled to wash Mr. Wicker in their joined apricot glow. Added to this, the two chairs -- Chris's and Mr. Wicker's -- were not more than four feet apart. Chris hunched forward yet a little more to lessen this space and watch for any movement, however swift. He had seen magicians before, he told himself.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_11": "Not far from this machine the visitors were shown another, in which several circular saws of smaller dimensions than the first were at work in concert, and laid at different angles to each other, so that when a plank was given into their clutches it received cuts and slices in certain parts during its passage through the machine, and came out much modified and improved in form -- all that the attendants had to do merely being to fit the planks in their places and guide them safely through the ordeal. Elsewhere Mrs Marrot and Bob beheld a frame -- full of gigantic saws cut a large log into half a dozen planks, all in one sweep, in a few minutes -- work which would have drawn the sweat from the brows of two saw-pit men for several hours. One thing that attracted the attention of Bob very strongly was the simple process of hole-boring. Of course, in forming the massive frames of railway carriages, it becomes necessary to bore numerous holes for large nails or bolts. Often had Bob, at a neighbouring seaport, watched the heavy work and the slow progress of ship-carpenters as they pierced the planks of ships with augers; but here he beheld what he called, \"augers and drills gone mad!\" -- augers small and great whirling furiously, or, as Bob put it, <|Q|>\"like all possessed.\"<|Q|> Some acting singly, others acting together in rows of five or six; and these excited things were perpetually whirling, whether at work or not, ready for service at a moment's notice. While Bob was gazing at one huge drill -- probably an inch and a half broad, if not more -- a man came up to it with a plank, on the surface of which were several dots at various distances. He put the plank under the drill, brought it down on a dot, whizz went the drill, and straightway there was a huge round hole right through almost before Bob had time to wink, -- and Bob was a practised hand at winking. Several holes were bored in this way, and then the plank was carried to another machine, where six lesser holes were drilled at one and the same time by six furious little augers; and thus the planks passed on from one machine to another until finished, undergoing, in the course of a few minutes, treatment that would have cost them hours of torture had they been manipulated by human hands, in addition to which the work was most beautifully, and perfectly, and regularly done.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_07_james_64kb_69": "Mrs. Grose\u2019s face signified that it had been indeed, but she said at the same time: \u201cPoor woman \u2014 she paid for it!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThen you do know what she died of?\u201d<|Q|> I asked.\n\n\u201cNo \u2014 I know nothing. I wanted not to know; I was glad enough I didn\u2019t; and I thanked heaven she was well out of this!\u201d", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_14": "\"W'y, Willum, it seems to me that if you go on improvin' things at this rate there won't be no use in a short time for 'uman 'ands at all. We'll just 'ave to sit still an' let machinery do our work for us, an' all the trades-people will be throwd out of employment.\"\n\n\"How can you say that, Missis,\" said Will Garvie, <|Q|>\"you bein' old enough to remember the time w'en there wasn't five joiners' shops in Clatterby, with p'rhaps fifty men and boys employed, and now there's hundreds of joiners, and other shops of all kinds in the town, besides these here railway works which, as you know, keeps about 3500 hands goin' all the year round?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"That's so, Willum,\" assented Mrs Marrot in a meditative tone.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_25": "Mr. Wicker rose from his chair, and now he stood six feet, no longer wizened, no longer feeble.\n\n\"Fascinating, is it not?\" he remarked, with a sardonic smile. <|Q|>\"A good trick, do you not agree?\"<|Q|>\n\nChris sat looking at him, amazed but still incredulous. \"Well yes,\" he admitted, \"but maybe with make-up, or something -- \"", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_18": "As they passed on, Bob observed a particularly small boy, in whom he involuntarily took a great and sudden interest -- he looked so small, so thin, so intelligent, and, withal, so busy.\n\n\"Ah, you may well look at him,\" said Will Garvie, observing Bob's gaze. <|Q|>\"That boy is one of the best workers of his age in the shop.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"What is 'e doin'?\" inquired Bob.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_19": "\"What is 'e doin'?\" inquired Bob.\n\n<|Q|>\"He's preparin' nuts for screws,\"<|Q|> replied Will, \"and gets one penny for every hundred. Most boys can do from twelve to fourteen hundred a day, so, you see, they can earn from six to seven shillin's a week; but that little feller -- they call him Tomtit Dorkin -- earns a good deal more, I believe, and he has much need to, for he has got an old granny to support. That's the work that you are soon to be set to, lad.\"\n\n\"Is it?\" said Bob, quite pleased at the notion of being engaged in the same employment with Tomtit;", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_28": "Chris sat looking at him, amazed but still incredulous. \"Well yes,\" he admitted, \"but maybe with make-up, or something -- \"\n\n\"Ah,\" said Mr. Wicker, and his voice was deeper and more vigorous too. <|Q|>\"Ah. Then we shall try another. See if you can find me.\"<|Q|> And before Chris's eyes Mr. Wicker vanished into thin air.\n\nChris looked about and got up. He looked under the chairs, under the table, behind the curtains, up the chimney, up the spiral staircase, out the windows -- in short, everywhere and anywhere a man might hide, and in a great many places where it was impossible for him to be. Finally he stood in the middle of the room.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_26": "\"Fascinating, is it not?\" he remarked, with a sardonic smile. \"A good trick, do you not agree?\"\n\nChris sat looking at him, amazed but still incredulous. <|Q|>\"Well yes,\"<|Q|> he admitted, \"but maybe with make-up, or something -- \"\n\n\"Ah,\" said Mr. Wicker, and his voice was deeper and more vigorous too. \"Ah. Then we shall try another. See if you can find me.\" And before Chris's eyes Mr. Wicker vanished into thin air.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_29": "Chris looked about and got up. He looked under the chairs, under the table, behind the curtains, up the chimney, up the spiral staircase, out the windows -- in short, everywhere and anywhere a man might hide, and in a great many places where it was impossible for him to be. Finally he stood in the middle of the room.\n\n<|Q|>\"You're not here,\"<|Q|> he said aloud.\n\n\"Oh, yes, I am,\" said Mr. Wicker's voice. \"Look on the table.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_31": "\"You're not here,\" he said aloud.\n\n\"Oh, yes, I am,\" said Mr. Wicker's voice. <|Q|>\"Look on the table.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris looked on the table. A bowl of flowers stood in the center. A small silver tray with a finely blown glass and a round-bellied silver pitcher of water stood at one side. A few leather-bound books were all else to be seen, except -- if one could count that -- a bluebottle fly that buzzed, lit on the flowers, and buzzed again.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_32": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"It's not fair!\"<|Q|> Chris challenged aloud. \"You've got some trick hiding place. You're just not here.\"\n\n\"Yes I am,\" came the voice. \"I am within reach of your hand, Christopher,\" Mr. Wicker told him. \"And I will reappear in whatever part of the room you wish. Choose.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_33": "[Illustration]\n\n\"It's not fair!\" Chris challenged aloud. <|Q|>\"You've got some trick hiding place. You're just not here.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes I am,\" came the voice. \"I am within reach of your hand, Christopher,\" Mr. Wicker told him. \"And I will reappear in whatever part of the room you wish. Choose.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_35": "\"It's not fair!\" Chris challenged aloud. \"You've got some trick hiding place. You're just not here.\"\n\n\"Yes I am,\" came the voice. <|Q|>\"I am within reach of your hand, Christopher,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker told him. \"And I will reappear in whatever part of the room you wish. Choose.\"\n\nChris looked around him, and then pointed to the end window.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_6": "Mr. Wicker made a sound that seemed to indicate that that did not matter.\n\n\"And breakfast?\" Mr. Wicker asked. <|Q|>\"Becky fed you?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes sir. And Mr. Cilley -- he fed me too.\"", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_27": "\"No, no, Willum,\" said Mrs Marrot, with a smile, \"you mustn't expect me for to believe that. I may believe that the moon is made of green cheese, but I won't believe that that's a 'ammer.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No: but is it, Bill?\"<|Q|> asked Bob, whose eyes gleamed with suppressed excitement.\n\n\"Indeed it is; you shall see presently.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_37": "Chris looked around him, and then pointed to the end window.\n\n\"There,\" he said, <|Q|>\"by the window. There's nothing anywhere around it. Come back there.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Very well,\" sounded Mr. Wicker's deep new voice.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_29": "Several stalwart workmen, with bare brawny arms, who were lounging before the closed mouth of a furnace, regarded the visitors with some amusement. One of these came forward and said -- \n\n<|Q|>\"You'd better stand a little way back, ma'am.\"<|Q|>\n\nMrs Marrot obediently retreated to a safe distance. Then the stalwart men threw open the furnace door. Mrs Marrot exclaimed, almost shrieked, with surprise at the intense light which gushed forth, casting even the modified daylight of the place into the shade. The proceedings of the stalwart men thereafter were in Mrs Marrot's eyes absolutely appalling -- almost overpowering, -- but Mrs M was tough both in mind and body. She stood her ground. Several of the men seized something inside the furnace with huge pincers, tongs, forceps -- whatever you choose to call them -- and drew partly out an immense rudely shaped bar or log of glowing irons thicker than a man's thigh. At the same time a great chain was put underneath it, and a crane of huge proportions thereafter sustained the weight of the glowing metal. By means of this crane it was drawn out of the furnace and swung round until its glowing head or end came close to the tongue before mentioned. Then some of the stalwart men grasped several iron handles, which were affixed to the cool end of the bar, and prepared themselves to act. A signal was given to a man who had not hitherto been noticed, he was so small in comparison with the machine on which he stood -- perhaps it would be better to say to which he stuck, because he was perched on a little platform about seven or eight feet from the ground, which was reached by an iron ladder, and looked down on the men who manipulated the iron bar below.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_0": "Here hard wood, in all sizes and forms, was being licked into shape by machinery in a way and with an amount of facility that was eminently calculated to astonish those whose ideas on such matters had been founded on the observation of the laborious work of human carpenters. The very first thing that struck Bob Marrot was that the tools were so heavy, thick, and strong that the biggest carpenter he had ever seen would not have been able to use them. Bob's idea of a saw had hitherto been a long sheet of steel with small teeth, that could be easily bent like a hoop -- an implement that went slowly through a plank, and that had often caused his arm to ache in being made to advance a few inches; but here he saw circular steel-discs with fangs more than an inch long, which became invisible when in a state of revolution.\n\n<|Q|>\"What is that?\"<|Q|> said Mrs Marrot concentrating herself on one of these implements, after having indulged in a stare of bewildered curiosity round the long shed.\n\n\"That's a circular saw,\" replied Will Garvie; \"one of the large ones, -- about four feet in diameter.\"", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_2": "\"What is that?\" said Mrs Marrot concentrating herself on one of these implements, after having indulged in a stare of bewildered curiosity round the long shed.\n\n\"That's a circular saw,\" replied Will Garvie; <|Q|>\"one of the large ones, -- about four feet in diameter.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"A saw!\" exclaimed Mrs Marrot, in surprise. \"W'y, Will, it's round. How can a round thing saw? An' it han't got no 'andle! How could any man lay 'old of it to saw?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_13": "His throat tightened up again and he made a helpless gesture with his hand, and looking toward the window, wondered if he could jump out into the flower beds and be off. Mr. Wicker's voice, soft but with such authority that one did not question it, came again, and it had a healing in its sound.\n\n\"Sit down, Christopher my lad,\" he said, and his eyes were kind, intent and eager. <|Q|>\"We have much to talk of, you and I. But first, your mind and heart shall be put at ease. Do you know who I am?\"<|Q|>\n\nRestive and anxious to be off, Chris nevertheless found it necessary to reply.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_3": "\"That's a circular saw,\" replied Will Garvie; \"one of the large ones, -- about four feet in diameter.\"\n\n\"A saw!\" exclaimed Mrs Marrot, in surprise. <|Q|>\"W'y, Will, it's round. How can a round thing saw? An' it han't got no 'andle! How could any man lay 'old of it to saw?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"The carpenter here don't require no handles,\" replied Will. \"He's a queer fellow is the carpenter of this shop, as well as powerful. He works away from morning till night with the power of more than a hundred horses, an' does exactly what he's bid without ever making any mistakes or axin' any questions. He's a steam-carpenter, Missis, but indeed he's a jack-of-all-trades, and carries 'em on all at the same time. See, they're goin' to set him to work now -- watch and you shall see.\"", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_4": "\"A saw!\" exclaimed Mrs Marrot, in surprise. \"W'y, Will, it's round. How can a round thing saw? An' it han't got no 'andle! How could any man lay 'old of it to saw?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"The carpenter here don't require no handles,\"<|Q|> replied Will. \"He's a queer fellow is the carpenter of this shop, as well as powerful. He works away from morning till night with the power of more than a hundred horses, an' does exactly what he's bid without ever making any mistakes or axin' any questions. He's a steam-carpenter, Missis, but indeed he's a jack-of-all-trades, and carries 'em on all at the same time. See, they're goin' to set him to work now -- watch and you shall see.\"", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_6": "After two or three more had been cut up in this way in as many minutes, Will Garvie said -- \n\n<|Q|>\"Now, let's see what they do with these planks. Come here.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe led them to a place close beside the saw, where there was a strong iron machine, to one part of which was attached a very large chisel -- it might have been equal to two or three dozen of the largest ordinary chisels rolled into one. This machine was in motion, but apparently it had been made for a very useless purpose, for it was going vigorously up and down at the time cutting the atmosphere!", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_18": "\"I am a shipowner, Christopher, for one thing,\" Mr. Wicker drew a slow breath. \"A merchant trading in tobacco, cotton, corn, and flour. But I am also -- \" he paused as if to give Chris time to hear each word, \"I am also quite a fine magician,\" said Mr. Wicker.\n\nChris leaned back, disappointed and scornful. <|Q|>\"Rabbits out of hats?\"<|Q|> he inquired.\n\n\"No, young man,\" Mr. Wicker answered with no show of annoyance, \"Not rabbits out of hats. That -- as you would say -- is for toddlers. Suppose I prove to you just how good?\"", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_9": "\"It's like a lot of people as I knows of,\" observed Mrs Marrot, \"very busy about nothin'.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"It'll have somethin' to do soon, mother,\"<|Q|> said Bob, who was already beginning to think himself very knowing.\n\nBob was right. One of the oak-planks had been measured and marked for mortice-holes in various ways according to pattern, and was now handed over to the guardian of the machine, who, having had it placed on rollers, pushed it under the chisel and touched a handle. Down came the implement, and cut into the solid wood as if it had been mere putty. A dozen cuts or so in one direction, then round it went -- for this chisel could be turned with its face in either direction without stopping it for the purpose -- another dozen cuts were made, and an oblong hole of three or four inches long by two broad and three deep was made in the plank in a few seconds.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_19": "Chris leaned back, disappointed and scornful. \"Rabbits out of hats?\" he inquired.\n\n<|Q|>\"No, young man,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker answered with no show of annoyance, \"Not rabbits out of hats. That -- as you would say -- is for toddlers. Suppose I prove to you just how good?\"\n\n\"Go ahead,\" said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_10": "Not far from this machine the visitors were shown another, in which several circular saws of smaller dimensions than the first were at work in concert, and laid at different angles to each other, so that when a plank was given into their clutches it received cuts and slices in certain parts during its passage through the machine, and came out much modified and improved in form -- all that the attendants had to do merely being to fit the planks in their places and guide them safely through the ordeal. Elsewhere Mrs Marrot and Bob beheld a frame -- full of gigantic saws cut a large log into half a dozen planks, all in one sweep, in a few minutes -- work which would have drawn the sweat from the brows of two saw-pit men for several hours. One thing that attracted the attention of Bob very strongly was the simple process of hole-boring. Of course, in forming the massive frames of railway carriages, it becomes necessary to bore numerous holes for large nails or bolts. Often had Bob, at a neighbouring seaport, watched the heavy work and the slow progress of ship-carpenters as they pierced the planks of ships with augers; but here he beheld what he called, <|Q|>\"augers and drills gone mad!\"<|Q|> -- augers small and great whirling furiously, or, as Bob put it, \"like all possessed.\" Some acting singly, others acting together in rows of five or six; and these excited things were perpetually whirling, whether at work or not, ready for service at a moment's notice. While Bob was gazing at one huge drill -- probably an inch and a half broad, if not more -- a man came up to it with a plank, on the surface of which were several dots at various distances. He put the plank under the drill, brought it down on a dot, whizz went the drill, and straightway there was a huge round hole right through almost before Bob had time to wink, -- and Bob was a practised hand at winking. Several holes were bored in this way, and then the plank was carried to another machine, where six lesser holes were drilled at one and the same time by six furious little augers; and thus the planks passed on from one machine to another until finished, undergoing, in the course of a few minutes, treatment that would have cost them hours of torture had they been manipulated by human hands, in addition to which the work was most beautifully, and perfectly, and regularly done.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_12": "Many other operations did the visitors behold in this department -- all more or less interesting and, to them, surprising -- so that Mrs Marrot was induced at last to exclaim -- \n\n<|Q|>\"W'y, Willum, it seems to me that if you go on improvin' things at this rate there won't be no use in a short time for 'uman 'ands at all. We'll just 'ave to sit still an' let machinery do our work for us, an' all the trades-people will be throwd out of employment.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"How can you say that, Missis,\" said Will Garvie, \"you bein' old enough to remember the time w'en there wasn't five joiners' shops in Clatterby, with p'rhaps fifty men and boys employed, and now there's hundreds of joiners, and other shops of all kinds in the town, besides these here railway works which, as you know, keeps about 3500 hands goin' all the year round?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_23": "But what he saw was so amazing that Chris's lips parted in astonishment and his eyes stared unblinkingly. For the tiny figure of the old man before him, wizened with age and wrinkled past belief, before his eyes shook off not ten or twenty years, but one hundred and fifty! It left him, while not a young man, middle-aged; a vigorous man of forty years. The face was smoothed out and firm; thick chestnut hair was caught back with a black ribbon bow. Dark eyebrows were level above the steady eyes.\n\n<|Q|>\"I don't believe it!\"<|Q|> Chris breathed. \"You looked almost like a mummy, before. And now -- \"\n\nMr. Wicker rose from his chair, and now he stood six feet, no longer wizened, no longer feeble.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_13": "\"W'y, Willum, it seems to me that if you go on improvin' things at this rate there won't be no use in a short time for 'uman 'ands at all. We'll just 'ave to sit still an' let machinery do our work for us, an' all the trades-people will be throwd out of employment.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"How can you say that, Missis,\"<|Q|> said Will Garvie, \"you bein' old enough to remember the time w'en there wasn't five joiners' shops in Clatterby, with p'rhaps fifty men and boys employed, and now there's hundreds of joiners, and other shops of all kinds in the town, besides these here railway works which, as you know, keeps about 3500 hands goin' all the year round?\"\n\n\"That's so, Willum,\" assented Mrs Marrot in a meditative tone.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_22": "\"Go ahead,\" said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.\n\n\"Watch closely then,\" commanded Mr. Wicker. <|Q|>\"I have been in my twentieth-century shape so that you would recognize me. Now I shall regain my appearance of this time -- not a great change, I grant you, but there will be a difference. Watch me closely.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris leaned forward in his chair. The room was well lit from three sides; sunlight and firelight mingled to wash Mr. Wicker in their joined apricot glow. Added to this, the two chairs -- Chris's and Mr. Wicker's -- were not more than four feet apart. Chris hunched forward yet a little more to lessen this space and watch for any movement, however swift. He had seen magicians before, he told himself.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_15": "\"How can you say that, Missis,\" said Will Garvie, \"you bein' old enough to remember the time w'en there wasn't five joiners' shops in Clatterby, with p'rhaps fifty men and boys employed, and now there's hundreds of joiners, and other shops of all kinds in the town, besides these here railway works which, as you know, keeps about 3500 hands goin' all the year round?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"That's so, Willum,\"<|Q|> assented Mrs Marrot in a meditative tone.\n\nThus meditating, she was conducted into the smiths' department.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_17": "\"Good-evening, Mike,\" said George Aspel, as the man approached. \"Any letters for me to-night?\"\n\n\"No, sur, not wan,\" answered Mike, with something of a twinkle in his eye; <|Q|>\"but I've left wan at Rocky Cottage,\"<|Q|> he added, turning to Philip Maylands.\n\n\"Was it May's handwriting?\" asked the boy eagerly.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_16": "Here about 140 forges and 400 men were at work. Any one of these forges would have been a respectable \"smiddy\" in a country village. They stood as close to each other as the space would allow, -- so close that their showers of sparks intermingled, and kept the whole shed more or less in the condition of a chronic eruption of fireworks. To Bob's young mind it conveyed the idea of a perpetual keeping of the Queen's birthday. To his mother it was suggestive of singed garments and sudden loss of sight. The poor woman was much distressed in this department at first, but when she found, after five minutes or so, that her garments were unscathed, and her sight still unimpaired, she became reconciled to it.\n\nIn this place of busy vulcans -- each of whom was the beau-ideal of <|Q|>\"the village blacksmith,\"<|Q|> all the smaller work of the railway was done. As a specimen of this smaller work, Will Garvie drew Mrs Marrot's attention to the fact that two vulcans were engaged in twisting red-hot iron bolts an inch and a half thick into the form of hooks with as much apparent ease as if they had been hair-pins. These, he said, were hooks for couplings, the hooks by which railway carriages were attached together, and on the strength and unyielding rigidity of which the lives of hundreds of travellers might depend.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_21": "\"and gets one penny for every hundred. Most boys can do from twelve to fourteen hundred a day, so, you see, they can earn from six to seven shillin's a week; but that little feller -- they call him Tomtit Dorkin -- earns a good deal more, I believe, and he has much need to, for he has got an old granny to support. That's the work that you are soon to be set to, lad.\"\n\n\"Is it?\" said Bob, quite pleased at the notion of being engaged in the same employment with Tomtit; <|Q|>\"I'm glad to 'ear it. You see, mother, when you gits to be old an' 'elpless, you'll not need to mind, 'cause I'll support you.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe next place they visited was the great point of attraction to Bob. It was the forge where the heavy work was done, and where the celebrated hammer and terrific pair of scissors performed their stupendous work.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_30": "\"You're not here,\" he said aloud.\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh, yes, I am,\"<|Q|> said Mr. Wicker's voice. \"Look on the table.\"\n\nChris looked on the table. A bowl of flowers stood in the center. A small silver tray with a finely blown glass and a round-bellied silver pitcher of water stood at one side. A few leather-bound books were all else to be seen, except -- if one could count that -- a bluebottle fly that buzzed, lit on the flowers, and buzzed again.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_27": "Chris sat looking at him, amazed but still incredulous. \"Well yes,\" he admitted, \"but maybe with make-up, or something -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"Ah,\"<|Q|> said Mr. Wicker, and his voice was deeper and more vigorous too. \"Ah. Then we shall try another. See if you can find me.\" And before Chris's eyes Mr. Wicker vanished into thin air.\n\nChris looked about and got up. He looked under the chairs, under the table, behind the curtains, up the chimney, up the spiral staircase, out the windows -- in short, everywhere and anywhere a man might hide, and in a great many places where it was impossible for him to be. Finally he stood in the middle of the room.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_22": "At the time the visitors entered this department the various hammers chanced to be at rest, nevertheless even Mrs Marrot's comparatively ignorant mind was impressed by the colossal size and solidity of the iron engines that surrounded her. The roof of the shed in which they stood had been made unusually high in order to contain them.\n\n<|Q|>\"Well, I s'pose the big 'ammer that Bob says is as 'eavy as five carts of coals must be 'ereabouts?\"<|Q|> observed Mrs Marrot looking round.\n\n\"Yes, there it is,\" said Will, pointing in front of him.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_23": "\"Well, I s'pose the big 'ammer that Bob says is as 'eavy as five carts of coals must be 'ereabouts?\" observed Mrs Marrot looking round.\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, there it is,\"<|Q|> said Will, pointing in front of him.\n\n\"W'ere? I don't see no 'ammer.\"", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_25": "\"W'ere? I don't see no 'ammer.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Why there, that big thing just before you,\"<|Q|> he said, pointing to a machine of iron, shaped something like the letter V turned upside down, with its two limbs on the earth, its stem lost in the obscurity of the root and having a sort of tongue between the two limbs, which tongue was a great square block of solid iron, apparently about five feet high and about three feet broad and deep. This tongue, Will Garvie assured his companion, was the hammer.\n\n\"No, no, Willum,\" said Mrs Marrot, with a smile,", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_25": "\"No, it's a telegram,\" returned Mike.\n\nPhil Maylands looked thoughtfully at the ground. \"A telegram,\" he said, <|Q|>\"that's strange. Are ye sure, Mike?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Troth am I.\"", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_26": "\" he said, pointing to a machine of iron, shaped something like the letter V turned upside down, with its two limbs on the earth, its stem lost in the obscurity of the root and having a sort of tongue between the two limbs, which tongue was a great square block of solid iron, apparently about five feet high and about three feet broad and deep. This tongue, Will Garvie assured his companion, was the hammer.\n\n\"No, no, Willum,\" said Mrs Marrot, with a smile, <|Q|>\"you mustn't expect me for to believe that. I may believe that the moon is made of green cheese, but I won't believe that that's a 'ammer.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No: but is it, Bill?\" asked Bob, whose eyes gleamed with suppressed excitement.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_36": "\"It's not fair!\" Chris challenged aloud. \"You've got some trick hiding place. You're just not here.\"\n\n\"Yes I am,\" came the voice. \"I am within reach of your hand, Christopher,\" Mr. Wicker told him. <|Q|>\"And I will reappear in whatever part of the room you wish. Choose.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris looked around him, and then pointed to the end window.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_28": "\"No: but is it, Bill?\" asked Bob, whose eyes gleamed with suppressed excitement.\n\n<|Q|>\"Indeed it is; you shall see presently.\"<|Q|>\n\nSeveral stalwart workmen, with bare brawny arms, who were lounging before the closed mouth of a furnace, regarded the visitors with some amusement. One of these came forward and said -- ", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_38": "The bluebottle fly buzzed upward from the table, flew directly at Chris's nose, hit it, flew around his head, and bumped into his ear.\n\n<|Q|>\"Darn that ol' fly!\"<|Q|> Chris muttered, and made a grab at it. The bluebottle buzzed towards the window, swirled about, hit Chris on the nose again with remarkable stupidity, and blundered off once more towards the window.\n\nChris ran after it, saw it on a pane of glass, swooped down, and felt the angry wings and heard the enraged buzz in his cupped hand. But before he could either squeeze the fly or open his hand to let it free, Mr. Wicker stood before him, and Chris found himself holding on to the tail of Mr. Wicker's coat.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_0": "It was a bitterly cold December afternoon. As the friends reached the summit of the grey cliffs, a squall, fresh from the Arctic regions, came sweeping over the angry sea, cutting the foam in flecks from the waves, and whistling, as if in baffled fury, among the opposing crags.\n\n<|Q|>\"Isn't it a grand sight?\"<|Q|> said Phil, as they sought shelter under the lee of a projecting rock.\n\n\"Glorious! I never look upon that sight,\" said Aspel, with flashing eyes, \"without wishing that I had lived in the days of the old Vikings.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_0": "The two boys came out toward the mouth of Rock Creek and as the woods thinned, they saw ahead of them a sandy sloping bank on which a small boat was drawn up. Around the coals of a fire nearby, three men were crouching. Remembering Mr. Wicker's warning to be cautious, Chris put out a hand to touch Amos and the two stood still.\n\n<|Q|>\"Let's climb up a little above them,\"<|Q|> Chris suggested. \"We're beyond the bridge -- they might be -- well, we'd better be careful. I want to see what they're doing before they see us.\"\n\nAmos agreeing, the two boys, with extra care for rattling twigs, moved stealthily up the banks of the Potomac that rose with increasing steepness. The men, who were huddled near their fire now, came directly into their view below, and Chris and Amos could see that they were playing cards. One seemed to be losing to the other two. He had piled a heap of his small possessions in front of him on the sand, in lieu of money.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_1": "\"Isn't it a grand sight?\" said Phil, as they sought shelter under the lee of a projecting rock.\n\n<|Q|>\"Glorious! I never look upon that sight,\"<|Q|> said Aspel, with flashing eyes, \"without wishing that I had lived in the days of the old Vikings.\"\n\nThe youth traced his descent from the sea-kings of Norway -- those tremendous fellows who were wont in days of yore to ravage the shores of the known and unknown world, east and west, north and south, leaving their indelible mark alike on the hot sands of Africa and the icebound rocks of Greenland. As Phil Maylands knew nothing of his own lineage further back than his grandfather, he was free to admire the immense antiquity of his friend's genealogical tree. Phil was not, however, so completely under the fascination of his hero as to be utterly blind to his faults; but he loved him, and that sufficed to cover them up.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_4": "\"Come now, Gosler!\" they heard one of the men cry out in annoyance, \"Pay up -- you've lost!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I've no money to pay you,\"<|Q|> complained the sly voice of the cripple. \"I'm a poor man -- well you know it. A cripple -- just a poor old cripple!\"\n\n\"Ah -- none o' that!\" cut in the second winner. \"We know how well you do at your begging -- more in a day than we get in a month's pay. Pay up now, or it won't go well with you,\" he rasped out, laying his hand on a dagger stuck into his belt.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_3": "The youth traced his descent from the sea-kings of Norway -- those tremendous fellows who were wont in days of yore to ravage the shores of the known and unknown world, east and west, north and south, leaving their indelible mark alike on the hot sands of Africa and the icebound rocks of Greenland. As Phil Maylands knew nothing of his own lineage further back than his grandfather, he was free to admire the immense antiquity of his friend's genealogical tree. Phil was not, however, so completely under the fascination of his hero as to be utterly blind to his faults; but he loved him, and that sufficed to cover them up.\n\n<|Q|>\"Sure, they were a wild lot, after all?\"<|Q|> he said in a questioning tone, as he looked up at the glowing countenance of his friend, who, with his bold mien, bulky frame, blue eyes, and fair curls, would have made a very creditable Viking indeed, had he lived in the tenth century.\n\n\"Of course they were, Phil,\" he replied, looking down at his admirer with a smile. \"Men could not well be otherwise than wild and warlike in those days; but it was not all ravage and plunder with them. Why, it is to them and to their wise laws that we owe much of the freedom, coupled with the order, that prevails in our happy land; and didn't they cross the Atlantic Ocean in things little better than herring-boats, without chart or compass, and discover America long before Columbus was born?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_5": "\"Come now, Gosler!\" they heard one of the men cry out in annoyance, \"Pay up -- you've lost!\"\n\n\"I've no money to pay you,\" complained the sly voice of the cripple. <|Q|>\"I'm a poor man -- well you know it. A cripple -- just a poor old cripple!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Ah -- none o' that!\" cut in the second winner. \"We know how well you do at your begging -- more in a day than we get in a month's pay. Pay up now, or it won't go well with you,\" he rasped out, laying his hand on a dagger stuck into his belt.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_6": "\" he replied, looking down at his admirer with a smile. \"Men could not well be otherwise than wild and warlike in those days; but it was not all ravage and plunder with them. Why, it is to them and to their wise laws that we owe much of the freedom, coupled with the order, that prevails in our happy land; and didn't they cross the Atlantic Ocean in things little better than herring-boats, without chart or compass, and discover America long before Columbus was born?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You don't mean that?\"<|Q|> said Phil, with increased admiration; for the boy was not only smitten by his friend's physical powers, but by his supposed intellectual attainments.\n\n\"Yes, I do mean that,\" returned Aspel. \"If the Norsemen of old did mischief, as no one can deny, they were undoubtedly grand old scoundrels, and it is certain that they did much good to the world, whether they meant it or not.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_7": "\"You don't mean that?\" said Phil, with increased admiration; for the boy was not only smitten by his friend's physical powers, but by his supposed intellectual attainments.\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, I do mean that,\"<|Q|> returned Aspel. \"If the Norsemen of old did mischief, as no one can deny, they were undoubtedly grand old scoundrels, and it is certain that they did much good to the world, whether they meant it or not.\"\n\nPhil Maylands made no reply, but continued to look meditatively at his friend, until the latter laughed, and asked what he was thinking about.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_8": "\"You don't mean that?\" said Phil, with increased admiration; for the boy was not only smitten by his friend's physical powers, but by his supposed intellectual attainments.\n\n\"Yes, I do mean that,\" returned Aspel. <|Q|>\"If the Norsemen of old did mischief, as no one can deny, they were undoubtedly grand old scoundrels, and it is certain that they did much good to the world, whether they meant it or not.\"<|Q|>\n\nPhil Maylands made no reply, but continued to look meditatively at his friend, until the latter laughed, and asked what he was thinking about.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_9": "Phil Maylands made no reply, but continued to look meditatively at his friend, until the latter laughed, and asked what he was thinking about.\n\n<|Q|>\"It's thinking I am, what I wouldn't give if my legs were only as long as yours, George.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"That they will soon be,\" returned George, \"if they go on at the rate they've been growing of late.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_9": "\"Ah -- none o' that!\" cut in the second winner. \"We know how well you do at your begging -- more in a day than we get in a month's pay. Pay up now, or it won't go well with you,\" he rasped out, laying his hand on a dagger stuck into his belt.\n\n\"What about your glass, your spyglass, Gosler?\" urged the first man. <|Q|>\"Put that up and it will cover your losses well enough!\"<|Q|> he sneered, but Simon Gosler hugged his coat to him and looked from side to side searching for a way of escape.\n\n\"No, no, good fellows,\" he moaned, \"not my glass. I won that from the Captain himself three years ago, and that I never shall part from willingly.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_8": "\"Ah -- none o' that!\" cut in the second winner. \"We know how well you do at your begging -- more in a day than we get in a month's pay. Pay up now, or it won't go well with you,\" he rasped out, laying his hand on a dagger stuck into his belt.\n\n<|Q|>\"What about your glass, your spyglass, Gosler?\"<|Q|> urged the first man. \"Put that up and it will cover your losses well enough!\" he sneered, but Simon Gosler hugged his coat to him and looked from side to side searching for a way of escape.\n\n\"No, no, good fellows,\" he moaned, \"not my glass. I won that from the Captain himself three years ago, and that I never shall part from willingly.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_13": "\"That's a true word, anyhow; but as men's legs don't go on growing at the same rate for ever, it's not much hope I have of mine. No, George, it's kind of you to encourage me, but the Maylands have ever been a short-legged and long-bodied race. So it's said. However, it's some comfort to know that short men are often long-headed, and that many of them get on in the world pretty well.\"\n\n\"Of course they do,\" returned Aspel, <|Q|>\"and though they can't grow long, they never stop short in the race of life. Why, look at Nelson -- he was short; and Wellington wasn't long, and Bonny himself was small in every way except in his intellect -- who's that coming up the hill?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"It's Mike Kenny, the postman, I think. I wonder if he has brought a letter from sister May. Mother expects one, I know.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_14": "\"Of course they do,\" returned Aspel, \"and though they can't grow long, they never stop short in the race of life. Why, look at Nelson -- he was short; and Wellington wasn't long, and Bonny himself was small in every way except in his intellect -- who's that coming up the hill?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"It's Mike Kenny, the postman, I think. I wonder if he has brought a letter from sister May. Mother expects one, I know.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe man who had attracted their attention was ascending towards them with the slow, steady gait of a practised mountaineer. He was the post-runner of the district. Being a thinly-peopled and remote region, the \"runner's walk\" was a pretty extensive one, embracing many a mile of moorland, vale and mountain. He had completed most of his walk at that time, having only one mountain shoulder now between him and the little village of Howlin Cove, where his labours were to terminate for that day.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_15": "The man who had attracted their attention was ascending towards them with the slow, steady gait of a practised mountaineer. He was the post-runner of the district. Being a thinly-peopled and remote region, the \"runner's walk\" was a pretty extensive one, embracing many a mile of moorland, vale and mountain. He had completed most of his walk at that time, having only one mountain shoulder now between him and the little village of Howlin Cove, where his labours were to terminate for that day.\n\n\"Good-evening, Mike,\" said George Aspel, as the man approached. <|Q|>\"Any letters for me to-night?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No, sur, not wan,\" answered Mike, with something of a twinkle in his eye; \"but I've left wan at Rocky Cottage,\" he added, turning to Philip Maylands.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_16": "\"Good-evening, Mike,\" said George Aspel, as the man approached. \"Any letters for me to-night?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No, sur, not wan,\"<|Q|> answered Mike, with something of a twinkle in his eye; \"but I've left wan at Rocky Cottage,\" he added, turning to Philip Maylands.\n\n\"Was it May's handwriting?\" asked the boy eagerly.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_14": "\"and of that you must have plenty, for 'tis rare you ever lose. Come now, we'll give you a few minutes more to make up your mind, but make it up you must. Either the glass or silver, you may choose.\"\n\nThe two gamblers rose menacingly and moved away to put their boat into the stream. Simon Gosler was left mumbling and sniveling and fingering his coat pocket, in which he kept his glass. Chris, watching him, had a sudden inspiration and whispered to Amos. <|Q|>\"Hide here behind those bushes and don't follow me. Don't move or show yourself. I'm going to have that glass.\"<|Q|>\n\nSo saying he moved carefully back until he was out of sight of Amos, and then, for the first time on his own, he tried a change of shape. Choosing a broad flat stone at the edge of the shrubbery and safely removed from the sight of the two winners, he changed himself into a silver coin and allowed himself to drop with a sweet metallic ring on the stone, waiting winking in the sun for Simon Gosler. The old cripple saw the coin before it had bounced twice on the stone, and with a quick sly look over his shoulder at the backs of his companions as they pushed at the boat, hoisted himself up on his crutch and began hobbling over toward his find.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_18": "\"No, sur, not wan,\" answered Mike, with something of a twinkle in his eye; \"but I've left wan at Rocky Cottage,\" he added, turning to Philip Maylands.\n\n<|Q|>\"Was it May's handwriting?\"<|Q|> asked the boy eagerly.\n\n\"Sure I don't know for sartin whose hand it is i' the inside, but it's not Miss May's on the cover. Niver a wan in these parts could write like her -- copperplate, no less.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_20": "\"Sure I don't know for sartin whose hand it is i' the inside, but it's not Miss May's on the cover. Niver a wan in these parts could write like her -- copperplate, no less.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Come, George, let's go back,\"<|Q|> said Phil, quickly, \"we've been looking out for a letter for some days past.\"\n\n\"It's not exactly a letter, Master Phil,\" said the post-runner slowly.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_19": "\"Was it May's handwriting?\" asked the boy eagerly.\n\n<|Q|>\"Sure I don't know for sartin whose hand it is i' the inside, but it's not Miss May's on the cover. Niver a wan in these parts could write like her -- copperplate, no less.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Come, George, let's go back,\" said Phil, quickly, \"we've been looking out for a letter for some days past.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_18": "Simon Gosler's eyes dripped tears of greed at the sight of the coin, and then another expression washed over them. Fast as he was and fast as was his movement, Chris was faster. As the old beggar braced himself and brought the head of his crutch down where Chris's head should have been, someone from behind dealt him a staggering blow with a sizable club, and yet when he turned around no one was there. When he faced about again, rubbing his head and whimpering with rage and frustration, he found himself once more facing the boy who was tossing and catching, tossing and catching, the round silver coin.\n\nChris stood with his legs apart, his head back, his eyes full of scorn. His hand did not cease to toss and catch the silver piece. \"Well, you old villain,\" he challenged, <|Q|>\"will you take the coin in fair exchange, or shall I hit you again with that club you just felt?\"<|Q|> he asked. \"It doesn't feel the same when you get it back as when you give it out, does it, you old faker? Hurry up -- your friends will soon be coming back, and I don't think they intend to argue,\" he added.\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_19": "Simon Gosler's eyes dripped tears of greed at the sight of the coin, and then another expression washed over them. Fast as he was and fast as was his movement, Chris was faster. As the old beggar braced himself and brought the head of his crutch down where Chris's head should have been, someone from behind dealt him a staggering blow with a sizable club, and yet when he turned around no one was there. When he faced about again, rubbing his head and whimpering with rage and frustration, he found himself once more facing the boy who was tossing and catching, tossing and catching, the round silver coin.\n\nChris stood with his legs apart, his head back, his eyes full of scorn. His hand did not cease to toss and catch the silver piece. \"Well, you old villain,\" he challenged, \"will you take the coin in fair exchange, or shall I hit you again with that club you just felt?\" he asked. <|Q|>\"It doesn't feel the same when you get it back as when you give it out, does it, you old faker? Hurry up -- your friends will soon be coming back, and I don't think they intend to argue,\"<|Q|> he added.\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_23": "\"It's not exactly a letter, Master Phil,\" said the post-runner slowly.\n\n<|Q|>\"Ah, then, she'd never put us off with a newspaper,\"<|Q|> said Phil.\n\n\"No, it's a telegram,\" returned Mike.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_23": "[Illustration]\n\n\"Gee, Chris!\" Amos exclaimed, for he had caught all Chris's expression of speech, <|Q|>\"We got us a spyglass!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"We sure have!\" Chris agreed, \"And it's a fine one -- best I ever saw,\" he said. \"Here, try it out over the river there, where that ship is anchored.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_24": "\"Gee, Chris!\" Amos exclaimed, for he had caught all Chris's expression of speech, \"We got us a spyglass!\"\n\n\"We sure have!\" Chris agreed, <|Q|>\"And it's a fine one -- best I ever saw,\"<|Q|> he said. \"Here, try it out over the river there, where that ship is anchored.\"\n\nAmos pointed the glass through the shrubs toward a distant ship that swung at anchor close to the shore, and while he tried out their prize, Chris watched the departure of the three gamblers. Gosler had evidently paid up while Chris was returning to their hidden perch, for he was now hustled into the boat by the other two. Soon the three were far down the stream and their boat was moving into the main flow of the river.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_25": "\"Gee, Chris!\" Amos exclaimed, for he had caught all Chris's expression of speech, \"We got us a spyglass!\"\n\n\"We sure have!\" Chris agreed, \"And it's a fine one -- best I ever saw,\" he said. <|Q|>\"Here, try it out over the river there, where that ship is anchored.\"<|Q|>\n\nAmos pointed the glass through the shrubs toward a distant ship that swung at anchor close to the shore, and while he tried out their prize, Chris watched the departure of the three gamblers. Gosler had evidently paid up while Chris was returning to their hidden perch, for he was now hustled into the boat by the other two. Soon the three were far down the stream and their boat was moving into the main flow of the river.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_28": "\"What! ye haven't taken the pledge, have ye?\" said Grady.\n\n<|Q|>\"No, sur; but I've had three glasses already on me walk, an' that's as much as I can rightly carry.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Nonsense, Mike. You've a stiff climb before you -- here, take it off.\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_24": "\"Ah, then, she'd never put us off with a newspaper,\" said Phil.\n\n<|Q|>\"No, it's a telegram,\"<|Q|> returned Mike.\n\nPhil Maylands looked thoughtfully at the ground. \"A telegram,\" he said, \"that's strange. Are ye sure, Mike?\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_29": "\"No, sur; but I've had three glasses already on me walk, an' that's as much as I can rightly carry.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Nonsense, Mike. You've a stiff climb before you -- here, take it off.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe facile postman did take it off without further remonstrance.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_3": "\"AYE!\" cried the sailors, their faces close together below their captain, and upturned to see him and catch every word. All but Zachary Heigh, Chris noticed. Zachary remained sullen and apart, his arms folded on his chest, taking no part in the enthusiasm of his companions.\n\n\"Well and good,\" roared Captain Blizzard. <|Q|>\"I thank you. Now crowd on all the sail she will take, boys, for the Venture follows hard upon us!\"<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_30": "The facile postman did take it off without further remonstrance.\n\n<|Q|>\"Have a dhrop, Phil?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No, thank ee,\" said Phil, firmly, but without giving a reason for declining.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_4": "Night fell before the men had finished and Chris and the Captain could no longer see the sails of Claggett Chew's Venture.\n\nThe Captain turned to Chris. <|Q|>\"It would be my advice, lad, to go below and sleep for a bit. You too, Amos. I shall send Ned to awaken you when land is sighted.\"<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_1": "The two boys came out toward the mouth of Rock Creek and as the woods thinned, they saw ahead of them a sandy sloping bank on which a small boat was drawn up. Around the coals of a fire nearby, three men were crouching. Remembering Mr. Wicker's warning to be cautious, Chris put out a hand to touch Amos and the two stood still.\n\n\"Let's climb up a little above them,\" Chris suggested. <|Q|>\"We're beyond the bridge -- they might be -- well, we'd better be careful. I want to see what they're doing before they see us.\"<|Q|>\n\nAmos agreeing, the two boys, with extra care for rattling twigs, moved stealthily up the banks of the Potomac that rose with increasing steepness. The men, who were huddled near their fire now, came directly into their view below, and Chris and Amos could see that they were playing cards. One seemed to be losing to the other two. He had piled a heap of his small possessions in front of him on the sand, in lieu of money.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_3": "They were certainly a villainous-looking trio. The boys could hear some of their exclamations, and it was with a mingled feeling of curiosity and uneasiness that Chris recognized the losing gambler to be Simon Gosler, the humpbacked cripple.\n\n\"Come now, Gosler!\" they heard one of the men cry out in annoyance, <|Q|>\"Pay up -- you've lost!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I've no money to pay you,\" complained the sly voice of the cripple. \"I'm a poor man -- well you know it. A cripple -- just a poor old cripple!\"", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_2": "\"Isn't it a grand sight?\" said Phil, as they sought shelter under the lee of a projecting rock.\n\n\"Glorious! I never look upon that sight,\" said Aspel, with flashing eyes, <|Q|>\"without wishing that I had lived in the days of the old Vikings.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe youth traced his descent from the sea-kings of Norway -- those tremendous fellows who were wont in days of yore to ravage the shores of the known and unknown world, east and west, north and south, leaving their indelible mark alike on the hot sands of Africa and the icebound rocks of Greenland. As Phil Maylands knew nothing of his own lineage further back than his grandfather, he was free to admire the immense antiquity of his friend's genealogical tree. Phil was not, however, so completely under the fascination of his hero as to be utterly blind to his faults; but he loved him, and that sufficed to cover them up.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_4": "\"Sure, they were a wild lot, after all?\" he said in a questioning tone, as he looked up at the glowing countenance of his friend, who, with his bold mien, bulky frame, blue eyes, and fair curls, would have made a very creditable Viking indeed, had he lived in the tenth century.\n\n<|Q|>\"Of course they were, Phil,\"<|Q|> he replied, looking down at his admirer with a smile. \"Men could not well be otherwise than wild and warlike in those days; but it was not all ravage and plunder with them. Why, it is to them and to their wise laws that we owe much of the freedom, coupled with the order, that prevails in our happy land; and didn't they cross the Atlantic Ocean in things little better than herring-boats, without chart or compass, and discover America long before Columbus was born?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_7": "To his surprise the usual lanterns were not lit; only a small shaded light shed its rays on the compass near the wheel.\n\nAt his questioning look Captain Blizzard muttered: <|Q|>\"Impossible to tell how close behind the Venture may be. We have come quickly, but they have the faster ship. I have no wish to give them more clue than necessary as to where we may be.\"<|Q|> He looked keenly toward the bow, his hands clasped behind his back. \"Land is off the starboard quarter, and Abner Cloud is out on the bowsprit looking for the reef. We have passed our anchorage -- they expected us, or some other ship, for fires were lit on shore. Sail has been taken in; we are going slowly and will soon be there, by my reckoning.\"\n\nHis eyes grown used to the dark, Chris now saw that it was a remarkably light night. There was no moon, but a myriad of stars gave a clear pallid sheen to the sea. Chris, looking to his left, could make out the blacker mass against the stars that was Tahiti. The Mirabelle was close inshore, and the scent of hot sand from the beaches, of flowers and of plants, made Chris take many deep grateful breaths.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_6": "\"I've no money to pay you,\" complained the sly voice of the cripple. \"I'm a poor man -- well you know it. A cripple -- just a poor old cripple!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Ah -- none o' that!\"<|Q|> cut in the second winner. \"We know how well you do at your begging -- more in a day than we get in a month's pay. Pay up now, or it won't go well with you,\" he rasped out, laying his hand on a dagger stuck into his belt.\n\n\"What about your glass, your spyglass, Gosler?\" urged the first man. \"Put that up and it will cover your losses well enough!\" he sneered, but Simon Gosler hugged his coat to him and looked from side to side searching for a way of escape.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_11": "\"Reef-ho!\" sang out Abner, and the sound of his shout was echoed back from the closeness of the shore in faint dangerous mockery. \"Reef-ho!\"\n\n\"Reef-ho!\" came a third time from the bridge, and then <|Q|>\"Heave-ho!\"<|Q|> thundered Captain Blizzard. \"Drop anchor, lads!\"\n\nAbner left his place to go back and lend a hand, and in his sudden solitude Chris grasped a rope and swung down to the water.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_11": "\"It's thinking I am, what I wouldn't give if my legs were only as long as yours, George.\"\n\n\"That they will soon be,\" returned George, <|Q|>\"if they go on at the rate they've been growing of late.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"That's a true word, anyhow; but as men's legs don't go on growing at the same rate for ever, it's not much hope I have of mine. No, George, it's kind of you to encourage me, but the Maylands have ever been a short-legged and long-bodied race. So it's said. However, it's some comfort to know that short men are often long-headed, and that many of them get on in the world pretty well.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_9": "His eyes grown used to the dark, Chris now saw that it was a remarkably light night. There was no moon, but a myriad of stars gave a clear pallid sheen to the sea. Chris, looking to his left, could make out the blacker mass against the stars that was Tahiti. The Mirabelle was close inshore, and the scent of hot sand from the beaches, of flowers and of plants, made Chris take many deep grateful breaths.\n\n<|Q|>\"May I go forward and be with Abner?\"<|Q|> he asked the Captain.\n\n\"Aye,\" replied that good man, for by this time Chris was as surefooted as any sailor and for the last month or more had been clambering barefoot in the rigging with the best of them. \"Aye lad,\" the Captain told him, \"and hurry. Happen your eyes are sharper than Abner's. Sing out when you spy the reef. We will heave to, and then God be with you, my lad, to find us out the channel to the cove!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_12": "\"Reef-ho!\" sang out Abner, and the sound of his shout was echoed back from the closeness of the shore in faint dangerous mockery. \"Reef-ho!\"\n\n\"Reef-ho!\" came a third time from the bridge, and then \"Heave-ho!\" thundered Captain Blizzard. <|Q|>\"Drop anchor, lads!\"<|Q|>\n\nAbner left his place to go back and lend a hand, and in his sudden solitude Chris grasped a rope and swung down to the water.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_13": "\"No, no, good fellows,\" he moaned, \"not my glass. I won that from the Captain himself three years ago, and that I never shall part from willingly.\"\n\n\"You'd part from it for silver quick enough!\" snarled the first gambler, <|Q|>\"and of that you must have plenty, for 'tis rare you ever lose. Come now, we'll give you a few minutes more to make up your mind, but make it up you must. Either the glass or silver, you may choose.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe two gamblers rose menacingly and moved away to put their boat into the stream. Simon Gosler was left mumbling and sniveling and fingering his coat pocket, in which he kept his glass. Chris, watching him, had a sudden inspiration and whispered to Amos. \"Hide here behind those bushes and don't follow me. Don't move or show yourself. I'm going to have that glass.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_15": "Captain Blizzard looked at him, his expression both serious and trusting.\n\n<|Q|>\"Well lad, we do what we must, and you and I understand one another. Ahoy there!\"<|Q|> he roared down to the shadowy decks from which the black spikes of masts rose high to break the sky. \"Man the boats! We shall tow the Mirabelle to cover, for there's a channel here!\"\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_11": "\"What about your glass, your spyglass, Gosler?\" urged the first man. \"Put that up and it will cover your losses well enough!\" he sneered, but Simon Gosler hugged his coat to him and looked from side to side searching for a way of escape.\n\n\"No, no, good fellows,\" he moaned, <|Q|>\"not my glass. I won that from the Captain himself three years ago, and that I never shall part from willingly.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You'd part from it for silver quick enough!\" snarled the first gambler, \"and of that you must have plenty, for 'tis rare you ever lose. Come now, we'll give you a few minutes more to make up your mind, but make it up you must. Either the glass or silver, you may choose.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_13": "A boy it was that pulled himself up hand over hand along the anchor rope and stood dripping sea water on the bridge before Captain Blizzard.\n\n<|Q|>\"I've found the channel, sir,\"<|Q|> he said, abruptly conscious of his importance from the admiring way in which Amos was staring at him. \"There's a dangerous shelf of coral that juts out on the port side -- if you let me go first, and the men man the boats and row her in, I think we shall do it safely even in this light.\"\n\nCaptain Blizzard looked at him, his expression both serious and trusting.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_17": "Simon Gosler's eyes dripped tears of greed at the sight of the coin, and then another expression washed over them. Fast as he was and fast as was his movement, Chris was faster. As the old beggar braced himself and brought the head of his crutch down where Chris's head should have been, someone from behind dealt him a staggering blow with a sizable club, and yet when he turned around no one was there. When he faced about again, rubbing his head and whimpering with rage and frustration, he found himself once more facing the boy who was tossing and catching, tossing and catching, the round silver coin.\n\nChris stood with his legs apart, his head back, his eyes full of scorn. His hand did not cease to toss and catch the silver piece. <|Q|>\"Well, you old villain,\"<|Q|> he challenged, \"will you take the coin in fair exchange, or shall I hit you again with that club you just felt?\" he asked. \"It doesn't feel the same when you get it back as when you give it out, does it, you old faker? Hurry up -- your friends will soon be coming back, and I don't think they intend to argue,\" he added.\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_16": "But instead of a coin, he found only a resolute boy awaiting him, tossing and catching a silver piece. It was one of those Mr. Wicker had given Chris but an hour before. He looked Simon Gosler in the eye.\n\n\"I've heard what went on, Simon Gosler,\" said Chris, his eyes on a level with the rheumy watering eyes of the cripple, <|Q|>\"and if you will sell your spyglass to me, I'll buy it off you with this silver piece. Otherwise you shall not have it.\"<|Q|>\n\nSimon Gosler's eyes dripped tears of greed at the sight of the coin, and then another expression washed over them. Fast as he was and fast as was his movement, Chris was faster. As the old beggar braced himself and brought the head of his crutch down where Chris's head should have been, someone from behind dealt him a staggering blow with a sizable club, and yet when he turned around no one was there. When he faced about again, rubbing his head and whimpering with rage and frustration, he found himself once more facing the boy who was tossing and catching, tossing and catching, the round silver coin.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_21": "\"Sure I don't know for sartin whose hand it is i' the inside, but it's not Miss May's on the cover. Niver a wan in these parts could write like her -- copperplate, no less.\"\n\n\"Come, George, let's go back,\" said Phil, quickly, <|Q|>\"we've been looking out for a letter for some days past.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"It's not exactly a letter, Master Phil,\" said the post-runner slowly.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_21": "But Captain Blizzard and Mr. Finney awaited Chris on deck. Captain Blizzard had his hands clasped behind his back in his habitual gesture, and as Chris stood before him swaying with fatigue, there was a look on the Captain's face that Chris had never seen there before. The usually cheerful, joking man was grave, while Mr. Finney, so sober and forlorn as a rule, looked positively jubilant.\n\n\"My good lad,\" the Captain said, \"you said you could do it, but truth to tell, I doubted it from the bottom of my heart. Now that you have succeeded where I am sure no other could have done as well, I find I have no words of praise good enough for ye.\" He looked almost tenderly at the tired boy. <|Q|>\"I am proud of you, Christopher. You did a man's task with a boy's body and mind. And it took a man's spirit, too.\"<|Q|>\n\nWithout further words the Captain of the Mirabelle held out his pudgy hand to hold Chris's in a steadying grip, and Mr. Finney swung out his hand, his long face breaking into one of the rare smiles Chris was ever to see on it.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_22": "\"Come, George, let's go back,\" said Phil, quickly, \"we've been looking out for a letter for some days past.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"It's not exactly a letter, Master Phil,\"<|Q|> said the post-runner slowly.\n\n\"Ah, then, she'd never put us off with a newspaper,\" said Phil.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_21": "Gosler, still rubbing his head and muttering, finally spoke. \"Very well, you nasty young man, I'll sell my glass. Give me the coin!\" and he stretched out a dirty claw.\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh no!\"<|Q|> Chris shook his head decisively. \"No indeed! You put the glass down between us -- carefully, mind you -- and back away. I'll throw you the coin when I've seen if the glass is worth the silver!\"\n\nMumbling to himself, Simon Gosler did as he was told. He reached back in his coat pocket to draw out a small spyglass, which he laid down on the ground. He then backed away. Chris picked up and examined the glass, tested it, and then just as the two gamblers came back up the riverbank, tossed the silver piece to the beggar. Gosler caught it in mid-air with the dexterity of years of practice. In an instant Chris had vanished into the thick shade of the wood, and going as fast but as quietly as he could, regained the place where Amos waited for him.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_22": "Gosler, still rubbing his head and muttering, finally spoke. \"Very well, you nasty young man, I'll sell my glass. Give me the coin!\" and he stretched out a dirty claw.\n\n\"Oh no!\" Chris shook his head decisively. <|Q|>\"No indeed! You put the glass down between us -- carefully, mind you -- and back away. I'll throw you the coin when I've seen if the glass is worth the silver!\"<|Q|>\n\nMumbling to himself, Simon Gosler did as he was told. He reached back in his coat pocket to draw out a small spyglass, which he laid down on the ground. He then backed away. Chris picked up and examined the glass, tested it, and then just as the two gamblers came back up the riverbank, tossed the silver piece to the beggar. Gosler caught it in mid-air with the dexterity of years of practice. In an instant Chris had vanished into the thick shade of the wood, and going as fast but as quietly as he could, regained the place where Amos waited for him.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_26": "Amos pointed the glass through the shrubs toward a distant ship that swung at anchor close to the shore, and while he tried out their prize, Chris watched the departure of the three gamblers. Gosler had evidently paid up while Chris was returning to their hidden perch, for he was now hustled into the boat by the other two. Soon the three were far down the stream and their boat was moving into the main flow of the river.\n\n\"Here,\" Amos said passing back the glass, <|Q|>\"you look. That's a mighty fine ship out there, black as the Mirabelle is white, but she looks fast and strong just the same.\"<|Q|>\n\nBut Chris, taking the glass, was idly following the progress of the three men. Gosler, lost in gloom, sat in the stern hugging his rags about him. The other two bent their backs to the oars and headed straight for the anchored ship.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_24": "\"Yes, there it is,\" said Will, pointing in front of him.\n\n<|Q|>\"W'ere? I don't see no 'ammer.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Why there, that big thing just before you,\" he said, pointing to a machine of iron, shaped something like the letter V turned upside down, with its two limbs on the earth, its stem lost in the obscurity of the root and having a sort of tongue between the two limbs, which tongue was a great square block of solid iron, apparently about five feet high and about three feet broad and deep. This tongue, Will Garvie assured his companion, was the hammer.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_1": "I went so far, in the evening, as to make a beginning. The weather had changed back, a great wind was abroad, and beneath the lamp, in my room, with Flora at peace beside me, I sat for a long time before a blank sheet of paper and listened to the lash of the rain and the batter of the gusts. Finally I went out, taking a candle; I crossed the passage and listened a minute at Miles\u2019s door. What, under my endless obsession, I had been impelled to listen for was some betrayal of his not being at rest, and I presently caught one, but not in the form I had expected. His voice tinkled out. \u201cI say, you there \u2014 come in.\u201d It was a gaiety in the gloom!\n\nI went in with my light and found him, in bed, very wide awake, but very much at his ease. <|Q|>\u201cWell, what are you up to?\u201d<|Q|> he asked with a grace of sociability in which it occurred to me that Mrs. Grose, had she been present, might have looked in vain for proof that anything was \u201cout.\u201d\n\nI stood over him with my candle. \u201cHow did you know I was there?\u201d", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_26": "Aspel was resolute, however; he would not sit down, though he had no objection to the mountain dew. Accordingly, the bottle was produced, and a full glass was poured out for Aspel, who quaffed off the pure spirit with a free-and-easy toss and smack of the lips, that might have rendered one of the beery old sea-kings envious.\n\n<|Q|>\"No, sur, I thank ye,\"<|Q|> said Mike, when a similar glass was offered to him.\n\n\"What! ye haven't taken the pledge, have ye?\" said Grady.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_5": "\u201cThen you weren\u2019t asleep?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot much! I lie awake and think.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI had put my candle, designedly, a short way off, and then, as he held out his friendly old hand to me, had sat down on the edge of his bed. \u201cWhat is it,\u201d I asked, \u201cthat you think of?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_1": "A good-humored and enthusiastic roar of assent came from the sailors. Captain Blizzard began again.\n\n<|Q|>\"What lies ahead of us in the next few hours will not make good sense to many of you. Nevertheless I ask for your instant help, and you shall see what lies at the end of my orders when we reach that time. Are you with me?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"AYE!\" cried the sailors, their faces close together below their captain, and upturned to see him and catch every word. All but Zachary Heigh, Chris noticed. Zachary remained sullen and apart, his arms folded on his chest, taking no part in the enthusiasm of his companions.", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_30": "Mrs Marrot obediently retreated to a safe distance. Then the stalwart men threw open the furnace door. Mrs Marrot exclaimed, almost shrieked, with surprise at the intense light which gushed forth, casting even the modified daylight of the place into the shade. The proceedings of the stalwart men thereafter were in Mrs Marrot's eyes absolutely appalling -- almost overpowering, -- but Mrs M was tough both in mind and body. She stood her ground. Several of the men seized something inside the furnace with huge pincers, tongs, forceps -- whatever you choose to call them -- and drew partly out an immense rudely shaped bar or log of glowing irons thicker than a man's thigh. At the same time a great chain was put underneath it, and a crane of huge proportions thereafter sustained the weight of the glowing metal. By means of this crane it was drawn out of the furnace and swung round until its glowing head or end came close to the tongue before mentioned. Then some of the stalwart men grasped several iron handles, which were affixed to the cool end of the bar, and prepared themselves to act. A signal was given to a man who had not hitherto been noticed, he was so small in comparison with the machine on which he stood -- perhaps it would be better to say to which he stuck, because he was perched on a little platform about seven or eight feet from the ground, which was reached by an iron ladder, and looked down on the men who manipulated the iron bar below.\n\nOn receiving the signal, this man moved a small lever. It cost him no effort whatever, nevertheless it raised the iron tongue about six feet in the air, revealing the fact that it had been resting on another square block of iron embedded in the earth. This latter was the anvil. On the anvil the end of the white-hot bar was immediately laid. Another signal was given, and down came the <|Q|>\"five-carts-of-coals weight\"<|Q|> with a thud that shook the very earth, caused the bar partially to flatten as if it had been a bit of putty, and sent a brilliant shower of sparks over the whole place. Mrs Marrot clapped both hands on her face, and capped the event with a scream. As for Bob, he fairly shouted with delight.\n\nBlow after blow was given by this engine, and as each blow fell the stalwart men heaved on the iron handles and turned the bar this way and that way, until it was pounded nearly square. By this time Mrs Marrot had recovered so far as to separate her fingers a little, and venture to peep from behind that protecting screen. By degrees the unwieldy mass of misshapen metal was pounded into a cylindrical form, and Will Garvie informed his friends that this was the beginning of the driving-axle of a locomotive. Pointing to several of those which had been already forged, each having two enormous iron projections on it which were afterwards to become the cranks, he said -- ", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_2": "\"AYE!\" cried the sailors, their faces close together below their captain, and upturned to see him and catch every word. All but Zachary Heigh, Chris noticed. Zachary remained sullen and apart, his arms folded on his chest, taking no part in the enthusiasm of his companions.\n\n<|Q|>\"Well and good,\"<|Q|> roared Captain Blizzard. \"I thank you. Now crowd on all the sail she will take, boys, for the Venture follows hard upon us!\"\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_2": "They were certainly a villainous-looking trio. The boys could hear some of their exclamations, and it was with a mingled feeling of curiosity and uneasiness that Chris recognized the losing gambler to be Simon Gosler, the humpbacked cripple.\n\n<|Q|>\"Come now, Gosler!\"<|Q|> they heard one of the men cry out in annoyance, \"Pay up -- you've lost!\"\n\n\"I've no money to pay you,\" complained the sly voice of the cripple. \"I'm a poor man -- well you know it. A cripple -- just a poor old cripple!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_6": "This seemed good reasoning, and the two boys went below where they snatched a few hours' sleep. It seemed only a minute to Chris from the time he lay down in his hammock, knowing he was too excited to sleep, until Ned Cilley was at his side with a lantern, bringing food for Amos and himself.\n\n\"Best eat up, lads,\" Ned told them, <|Q|>\"and join the Captain, sez he to me, for land is just ahead and the Captain do be waiting you on the bridge, Chris, me lad.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe food was bolted down in no time and Chris, feeling fresh and alert, ran up to the warm darkness of the bridge.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_5": "This seemed good reasoning, and the two boys went below where they snatched a few hours' sleep. It seemed only a minute to Chris from the time he lay down in his hammock, knowing he was too excited to sleep, until Ned Cilley was at his side with a lantern, bringing food for Amos and himself.\n\n<|Q|>\"Best eat up, lads,\"<|Q|> Ned told them, \"and join the Captain, sez he to me, for land is just ahead and the Captain do be waiting you on the bridge, Chris, me lad.\"\n\nThe food was bolted down in no time and Chris, feeling fresh and alert, ran up to the warm darkness of the bridge.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_8": "To his surprise the usual lanterns were not lit; only a small shaded light shed its rays on the compass near the wheel.\n\nAt his questioning look Captain Blizzard muttered: \"Impossible to tell how close behind the Venture may be. We have come quickly, but they have the faster ship. I have no wish to give them more clue than necessary as to where we may be.\" He looked keenly toward the bow, his hands clasped behind his back. <|Q|>\"Land is off the starboard quarter, and Abner Cloud is out on the bowsprit looking for the reef. We have passed our anchorage -- they expected us, or some other ship, for fires were lit on shore. Sail has been taken in; we are going slowly and will soon be there, by my reckoning.\"<|Q|>\n\nHis eyes grown used to the dark, Chris now saw that it was a remarkably light night. There was no moon, but a myriad of stars gave a clear pallid sheen to the sea. Chris, looking to his left, could make out the blacker mass against the stars that was Tahiti. The Mirabelle was close inshore, and the scent of hot sand from the beaches, of flowers and of plants, made Chris take many deep grateful breaths.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_12": "\u201cWhy, the way you bring me up. And all the rest!\u201d\n\nI fairly held my breath a minute, and even from my glimmering taper there was light enough to show how he smiled up at me from his pillow. <|Q|>\u201cWhat do you mean by all the rest?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, you know, you know!\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_10": "\"May I go forward and be with Abner?\" he asked the Captain.\n\n\"Aye,\" replied that good man, for by this time Chris was as surefooted as any sailor and for the last month or more had been clambering barefoot in the rigging with the best of them. \"Aye lad,\" the Captain told him, <|Q|>\"and hurry. Happen your eyes are sharper than Abner's. Sing out when you spy the reef. We will heave to, and then God be with you, my lad, to find us out the channel to the cove!\"<|Q|>\n\nChris ran forward to the bow of the Mirabelle, and out along the bowsprit where, at the tip, he could see the long form of Abner Cloud stretched out at full length. They murmured a greeting and waited, eyes straining ahead.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_10": "\"What about your glass, your spyglass, Gosler?\" urged the first man. \"Put that up and it will cover your losses well enough!\" he sneered, but Simon Gosler hugged his coat to him and looked from side to side searching for a way of escape.\n\n<|Q|>\"No, no, good fellows,\"<|Q|> he moaned, \"not my glass. I won that from the Captain himself three years ago, and that I never shall part from willingly.\"\n\n\"You'd part from it for silver quick enough!\" snarled the first gambler, \"and of that you must have plenty, for 'tis rare you ever lose. Come now, we'll give you a few minutes more to make up your mind, but make it up you must. Either the glass or silver, you may choose.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_12": "\"No, no, good fellows,\" he moaned, \"not my glass. I won that from the Captain himself three years ago, and that I never shall part from willingly.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You'd part from it for silver quick enough!\"<|Q|> snarled the first gambler, \"and of that you must have plenty, for 'tis rare you ever lose. Come now, we'll give you a few minutes more to make up your mind, but make it up you must. Either the glass or silver, you may choose.\"\n\nThe two gamblers rose menacingly and moved away to put their boat into the stream. Simon Gosler was left mumbling and sniveling and fingering his coat pocket, in which he kept his glass. Chris, watching him, had a sudden inspiration and whispered to Amos.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_14": "A boy it was that pulled himself up hand over hand along the anchor rope and stood dripping sea water on the bridge before Captain Blizzard.\n\n\"I've found the channel, sir,\" he said, abruptly conscious of his importance from the admiring way in which Amos was staring at him. <|Q|>\"There's a dangerous shelf of coral that juts out on the port side -- if you let me go first, and the men man the boats and row her in, I think we shall do it safely even in this light.\"<|Q|>\n\nCaptain Blizzard looked at him, his expression both serious and trusting.", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_10": "\"It's thinking I am, what I wouldn't give if my legs were only as long as yours, George.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"That they will soon be,\"<|Q|> returned George, \"if they go on at the rate they've been growing of late.\"\n\n\"That's a true word, anyhow; but as men's legs don't go on growing at the same rate for ever, it's not much hope I have of mine. No, George, it's kind of you to encourage me, but the Maylands have ever been a short-legged and long-bodied race. So it's said. However, it's some comfort to know that short men are often long-headed, and that many of them get on in the world pretty well.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_16": "Captain Blizzard looked at him, his expression both serious and trusting.\n\n\"Well lad, we do what we must, and you and I understand one another. Ahoy there!\" he roared down to the shadowy decks from which the black spikes of masts rose high to break the sky. <|Q|>\"Man the boats! We shall tow the Mirabelle to cover, for there's a channel here!\"<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_17": "\u201d His clear, listening face, framed in its smooth whiteness, made him for the minute as appealing as some wistful patient in a children\u2019s hospital; and I would have given, as the resemblance came to me, all I possessed on earth really to be the nurse or the sister of charity who might have helped to cure him. Well, even as it was, I perhaps might help! \u201cDo you know you\u2019ve never said a word to me about your school \u2014 I mean the old one; never mentioned it in any way?\u201d\n\nHe seemed to wonder; he smiled with the same loveliness. But he clearly gained time; he waited, he called for guidance. <|Q|>\u201cHaven\u2019t I?\u201d<|Q|> It wasn\u2019t for me to help him \u2014 it was for the thing I had met!\n\nSomething in his tone and the expression of his face, as I got this from him, set my heart aching with such a pang as it had never yet known; so unutterably touching was it to see his little brain puzzled and his little resources taxed to play, under the spell laid on him, a part of innocence and consistency. \u201cNo, never \u2014 from the hour you came back. You\u2019ve never mentioned to me one of your masters, one of your comrades, nor the least little thing that ever happened to you at school. Never, little Miles \u2014 no, never \u2014 have you given me an inkling of anything that may have happened there. Therefore you can fancy how much I\u2019m in the dark. Until you came out, that way, this morning, you had, since the first hour I saw you, scarce even made a reference to anything in your previous life. You seemed so perfectly to accept the present", "Solo.7851.8280.ironhorse_09_ballantyne_64kb_17": "As they passed on, Bob observed a particularly small boy, in whom he involuntarily took a great and sudden interest -- he looked so small, so thin, so intelligent, and, withal, so busy.\n\n<|Q|>\"Ah, you may well look at him,\"<|Q|> said Will Garvie, observing Bob's gaze. \"That boy is one of the best workers of his age in the shop.\"\n\n\"What is 'e doin'?\" inquired Bob.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_19": "But Captain Blizzard and Mr. Finney awaited Chris on deck. Captain Blizzard had his hands clasped behind his back in his habitual gesture, and as Chris stood before him swaying with fatigue, there was a look on the Captain's face that Chris had never seen there before. The usually cheerful, joking man was grave, while Mr. Finney, so sober and forlorn as a rule, looked positively jubilant.\n\n<|Q|>\"My good lad,\"<|Q|> the Captain said, \"you said you could do it, but truth to tell, I doubted it from the bottom of my heart. Now that you have succeeded where I am sure no other could have done as well, I find I have no words of praise good enough for ye.\" He looked almost tenderly at the tired boy. \"I am proud of you, Christopher. You did a man's task with a boy's body and mind. And it took a man's spirit, too.\"\n\nWithout further words the Captain of the Mirabelle held out his pudgy hand to hold Chris's in a steadying grip, and Mr. Finney swung out his hand, his long face breaking into one of the rare smiles Chris was ever to see on it.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_23": "\u201cWell, then \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, you know what a boy wants!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI felt that I didn\u2019t know so well as Miles, and I took temporary refuge. \u201cYou want to go to your uncle?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_18": "The next half-hour was an exhausting one for poor Chris. It was an impossibility for him to keep for long at a time, either his own, or the shape of the porpoise. He had to enter the water under the eyes of the sailors waiting with their oars poised above the sea, in the shape they knew; Christopher Mason. But once he dived under, in order to seek out the treacherous channel in the half-light, he needed his fish's eyes and senses. He therefore would swim a few yards as a fish, but had to surface again as himself in order to let the men see him, and call: <|Q|>\"The length of two boats, keeping to starboard, boys. Then ease her over this way -- to port.\"<|Q|>\n\nSo it went, almost foot by foot until the Mirabelle was safe inside the cove and turned broadside to the entrance. Then, and only then, with the anchor safely dropped to the white sandy depths of this hidden harbor, did Chris, tired to his very bones, climb up the ladder and over the ship's side. There remained the camouflaging of the Mirabelle, for the stars were fading and before long, dawn would banish secrecy.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_20": "But Captain Blizzard and Mr. Finney awaited Chris on deck. Captain Blizzard had his hands clasped behind his back in his habitual gesture, and as Chris stood before him swaying with fatigue, there was a look on the Captain's face that Chris had never seen there before. The usually cheerful, joking man was grave, while Mr. Finney, so sober and forlorn as a rule, looked positively jubilant.\n\n\"My good lad,\" the Captain said, <|Q|>\"you said you could do it, but truth to tell, I doubted it from the bottom of my heart. Now that you have succeeded where I am sure no other could have done as well, I find I have no words of praise good enough for ye.\"<|Q|> He looked almost tenderly at the tired boy. \"I am proud of you, Christopher. You did a man's task with a boy's body and mind. And it took a man's spirit, too.\"\n\nWithout further words the Captain of the Mirabelle held out his pudgy hand to hold Chris's in a steadying grip, and Mr. Finney swung out his hand, his long face breaking into one of the rare smiles Chris was ever to see on it.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_20": "[Illustration]\n\nGosler, still rubbing his head and muttering, finally spoke. <|Q|>\"Very well, you nasty young man, I'll sell my glass. Give me the coin!\"<|Q|> and he stretched out a dirty claw.\n\n\"Oh no!\" Chris shook his head decisively. \"No indeed! You put the glass down between us -- carefully, mind you -- and back away. I'll throw you the coin when I've seen if the glass is worth the silver!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_24": "Without further words the Captain of the Mirabelle held out his pudgy hand to hold Chris's in a steadying grip, and Mr. Finney swung out his hand, his long face breaking into one of the rare smiles Chris was ever to see on it.\n\n\"Now, me boy,\" thundered the Captain, \"do you go to your well-deserved rest. Depend upon it, we shall cover the ship with green until she looks like the proverbial Christmas hall decked with boughs of holly, as the song goes!\" he added chuckling. <|Q|>\"A little later in the day you shall be called to see what you make of the result. And now, to bed with ye both!\"<|Q|> and he clapped Amos on the back.\n\nNever had his hammock seemed more like a cloud to Chris than it did on that night, nor was sleep ever more engulfing.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_23": "Without further words the Captain of the Mirabelle held out his pudgy hand to hold Chris's in a steadying grip, and Mr. Finney swung out his hand, his long face breaking into one of the rare smiles Chris was ever to see on it.\n\n\"Now, me boy,\" thundered the Captain, <|Q|>\"do you go to your well-deserved rest. Depend upon it, we shall cover the ship with green until she looks like the proverbial Christmas hall decked with boughs of holly, as the song goes!\"<|Q|> he added chuckling. \"A little later in the day you shall be called to see what you make of the result. And now, to bed with ye both!\" and he clapped Amos on the back.\n\nNever had his hammock seemed more like a cloud to Chris than it did on that night, nor was sleep ever more engulfing.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_28": "I was silent a little, and it was I, now, I think, who changed color. \u201cMy dear, I don\u2019t want to get off!\u201d\n\n\u201cYou can\u2019t, even if you do. You can\u2019t, you can\u2019t!\u201d \u2014 he lay beautifully staring. <|Q|>\u201cMy uncle must come down, and you must completely settle things.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIf we do,\u201d I returned with some spirit, \u201cyou may be sure it will be to take you quite away.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_22": "Without further words the Captain of the Mirabelle held out his pudgy hand to hold Chris's in a steadying grip, and Mr. Finney swung out his hand, his long face breaking into one of the rare smiles Chris was ever to see on it.\n\n<|Q|>\"Now, me boy,\"<|Q|> thundered the Captain, \"do you go to your well-deserved rest. Depend upon it, we shall cover the ship with green until she looks like the proverbial Christmas hall decked with boughs of holly, as the song goes!\" he added chuckling. \"A little later in the day you shall be called to see what you make of the result. And now, to bed with ye both!\" and he clapped Amos on the back.\n\nNever had his hammock seemed more like a cloud to Chris than it did on that night, nor was sleep ever more engulfing.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_0": "CHAPTER 22\n\nThe captain, turning quickly, bellowed for all hands to come on deck. When they were assembled below him he spoke. <|Q|>\"Men, you have followed me for many a voyage and I have always brought you safely home. Is it not so?\"<|Q|>\n\nA good-humored and enthusiastic roar of assent came from the sailors. Captain Blizzard began again.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_3": "I stood over him with my candle. \u201cHow did you know I was there?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, of course I heard you. Did you fancy you made no noise? You\u2019re like a troop of cavalry!\u201d<|Q|> he beautifully laughed.\n\n\u201cThen you weren\u2019t asleep?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_32": "The exultation with which he uttered this helped me somehow, for the instant, to meet him rather more. \u201cAnd how much will you, Miles, have to tell him? There are things he\u2019ll ask you!\u201d\n\nHe turned it over. <|Q|>\u201cVery likely. But what things?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThe things you\u2019ve never told me. To make up his mind what to do with you. He can\u2019t send you back \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_31": "\u201cWell, don\u2019t you understand that that\u2019s exactly what I\u2019m working for? You\u2019ll have to tell him \u2014 about the way you\u2019ve let it all drop: you\u2019ll have to tell him a tremendous lot!\u201d\n\nThe exultation with which he uttered this helped me somehow, for the instant, to meet him rather more. <|Q|>\u201cAnd how much will you, Miles, have to tell him? There are things he\u2019ll ask you!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe turned it over. \u201cVery likely. But what things?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_33": "\u201cThe things you\u2019ve never told me. To make up his mind what to do with you. He can\u2019t send you back \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, I don\u2019t want to go back!\u201d<|Q|> he broke in. \u201cI want a new field.\u201d\n\nHe said it with admirable serenity, with positive unimpeachable gaiety; and doubtless it was that very note that most evoked for me the poignancy, the unnatural childish tragedy, of his probable reappearance at the end of three months with all this bravado and still more dishonor. It overwhelmed me now that I should never be able to bear that, and it made me let myself go. I threw myself upon him and in the tenderness of my pity I embraced him.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_6": "\u201cNot much! I lie awake and think.\u201d\n\nI had put my candle, designedly, a short way off, and then, as he held out his friendly old hand to me, had sat down on the edge of his bed. \u201cWhat is it,\u201d I asked, <|Q|>\u201cthat you think of?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat in the world, my dear, but you?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_37": "My face was close to his, and he let me kiss him, simply taking it with indulgent good humor. \u201cWell, old lady?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIs there nothing \u2014 nothing at all that you want to tell me?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe turned off a little, facing round toward the wall and holding up his hand to look at as one had seen sick children look. \u201cI\u2019ve told you \u2014 I told you this morning.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_8": "\u201cWhat in the world, my dear, but you?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh, the pride I take in your appreciation doesn\u2019t insist on that! I had so far rather you slept.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, I think also, you know, of this queer business of ours.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_9": "\u201cAh, the pride I take in your appreciation doesn\u2019t insist on that! I had so far rather you slept.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, I think also, you know, of this queer business of ours.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI marked the coolness of his firm little hand. \u201cOf what queer business, Miles?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_10": "\u201cWell, I think also, you know, of this queer business of ours.\u201d\n\nI marked the coolness of his firm little hand. <|Q|>\u201cOf what queer business, Miles?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, the way you bring me up. And all the rest!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_11": "I marked the coolness of his firm little hand. \u201cOf what queer business, Miles?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, the way you bring me up. And all the rest!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI fairly held my breath a minute, and even from my glimmering taper there was light enough to show how he smiled up at me from his pillow. \u201cWhat do you mean by all the rest?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_41": "He looked round at me now, as if in recognition of my understanding him; then ever so gently, \u201cTo let me alone,\u201d he replied.\n\nThere was even a singular little dignity in it, something that made me release him, yet, when I had slowly risen, linger beside him. God knows I never wished to harass him, but I felt that merely, at this, to turn my back on him was to abandon or, to put it more truly, to lose him. <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ve just begun a letter to your uncle,\u201d<|Q|> I said.\n\n\u201cWell, then, finish it!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_42": "There was even a singular little dignity in it, something that made me release him, yet, when I had slowly risen, linger beside him. God knows I never wished to harass him, but I felt that merely, at this, to turn my back on him was to abandon or, to put it more truly, to lose him. \u201cI\u2019ve just begun a letter to your uncle,\u201d I said.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, then, finish it!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI waited a minute. \u201cWhat happened before?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_13": "I fairly held my breath a minute, and even from my glimmering taper there was light enough to show how he smiled up at me from his pillow. \u201cWhat do you mean by all the rest?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, you know, you know!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI could say nothing for a minute, though I felt, as I held his hand and our eyes continued to meet, that my silence had all the air of admitting his charge and that nothing in the whole world of reality was perhaps at that moment so fabulous as our actual relation. \u201cCertainly you shall go back to school,\u201d I said, \u201cif it be that that troubles you. But not to the old place \u2014 we must find another, a better. How could I know it did trouble you, this question, when you never told me so, never spoke of it at all", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_14": "\u201cOh, you know, you know!\u201d\n\nI could say nothing for a minute, though I felt, as I held his hand and our eyes continued to meet, that my silence had all the air of admitting his charge and that nothing in the whole world of reality was perhaps at that moment so fabulous as our actual relation. <|Q|>\u201cCertainly you shall go back to school,\u201d<|Q|> I said, \u201cif it be that that troubles you. But not to the old place \u2014 we must find another, a better. How could I know it did trouble you, this question, when you never told me so, never spoke of it at all?\u201d His clear, listening face, framed in its smooth whiteness, made him for the minute as appealing as some wistful patient in a children\u2019s hospital; and I would have given, as the resemblance came to me, all I possessed on earth really to be the nurse or the sister of charity who might have helped to cure him. Well, even as it was, I perhaps might help!", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_16": "\u201cif it be that that troubles you. But not to the old place \u2014 we must find another, a better. How could I know it did trouble you, this question, when you never told me so, never spoke of it at all?\u201d His clear, listening face, framed in its smooth whiteness, made him for the minute as appealing as some wistful patient in a children\u2019s hospital; and I would have given, as the resemblance came to me, all I possessed on earth really to be the nurse or the sister of charity who might have helped to cure him. Well, even as it was, I perhaps might help! <|Q|>\u201cDo you know you\u2019ve never said a word to me about your school \u2014 I mean the old one; never mentioned it in any way?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe seemed to wonder; he smiled with the same loveliness. But he clearly gained time; he waited, he called for guidance. \u201cHaven\u2019t I?\u201d It wasn\u2019t for me to help him \u2014 it was for the thing I had met!", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_15": "But instead of a coin, he found only a resolute boy awaiting him, tossing and catching a silver piece. It was one of those Mr. Wicker had given Chris but an hour before. He looked Simon Gosler in the eye.\n\n<|Q|>\"I've heard what went on, Simon Gosler,\"<|Q|> said Chris, his eyes on a level with the rheumy watering eyes of the cripple, \"and if you will sell your spyglass to me, I'll buy it off you with this silver piece. Otherwise you shall not have it.\"\n\nSimon Gosler's eyes dripped tears of greed at the sight of the coin, and then another expression washed over them. Fast as he was and fast as was his movement, Chris was faster. As the old beggar braced himself and brought the head of his crutch down where Chris's head should have been, someone from behind dealt him a staggering blow with a sizable club, and yet when he turned around no one was there. When he faced about again, rubbing his head and whimpering with rage and frustration, he found himself once more facing the boy who was tossing and catching, tossing and catching, the round silver coin.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_20": "\u201d It was extraordinary how my absolute conviction of his secret precocity (or whatever I might call the poison of an influence that I dared but half to phrase) made him, in spite of the faint breath of his inward trouble, appear as accessible as an older person \u2014 imposed him almost as an intellectual equal. \u201cI thought you wanted to go on as you are.\u201d\n\nIt struck me that at this he just faintly colored. He gave, at any rate, like a convalescent slightly fatigued, a languid shake of his head. <|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t \u2014 I don\u2019t. I want to get away.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou\u2019re tired of Bly?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_19": "\u201cNo, never \u2014 from the hour you came back. You\u2019ve never mentioned to me one of your masters, one of your comrades, nor the least little thing that ever happened to you at school. Never, little Miles \u2014 no, never \u2014 have you given me an inkling of anything that may have happened there. Therefore you can fancy how much I\u2019m in the dark. Until you came out, that way, this morning, you had, since the first hour I saw you, scarce even made a reference to anything in your previous life. You seemed so perfectly to accept the present.\u201d It was extraordinary how my absolute conviction of his secret precocity (or whatever I might call the poison of an influence that I dared but half to phrase) made him, in spite of the faint breath of his inward trouble, appear as accessible as an older person \u2014 imposed him almost as an intellectual equal. <|Q|>\u201cI thought you wanted to go on as you are.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt struck me that at this he just faintly colored. He gave, at any rate, like a convalescent slightly fatigued, a languid shake of his head. \u201cI don\u2019t \u2014 I don\u2019t. I want to get away.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_22": "\u201cYou\u2019re tired of Bly?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, no, I like Bly.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, then \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_21": "It struck me that at this he just faintly colored. He gave, at any rate, like a convalescent slightly fatigued, a languid shake of his head. \u201cI don\u2019t \u2014 I don\u2019t. I want to get away.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou\u2019re tired of Bly?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, no, I like Bly.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_22_dawson_64kb_17": "He turned to Chris as the sound of running feet and of the boats being hoisted overboard came loudly in the stillness of the night.\n\n<|Q|>\"Now Christopher, my boy, do you go down and go over the side again, and remember what we spoke of a few hours agone!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe next half-hour was an exhausting one for poor Chris. It was an impossibility for him to keep for long at a time, either his own, or the shape of the porpoise. He had to enter the water under the eyes of the sailors waiting with their oars poised above the sea, in the shape they knew; Christopher Mason. But once he dived under, in order to seek out the treacherous channel in the half-light, he needed his fish's eyes and senses. He therefore would swim a few yards as a fish, but had to surface again as himself in order to let the men see him, and call:", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_24": "\u201cOh, you know what a boy wants!\u201d\n\nI felt that I didn\u2019t know so well as Miles, and I took temporary refuge. <|Q|>\u201cYou want to go to your uncle?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAgain, at this, with his sweet ironic face, he made a movement on the pillow. \u201cAh, you can\u2019t get off with that!\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_5": "She resumed, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the broker, having saluted Ali of Cairo with the salam, asked him the reason of his enchantment and what had befallen him; and he answered by telling him all that had passed, when the broker said to him, \u201cWill not my daughter and the handmaid suffice thee?\u201d but he answered, \u201cNeeds must I have Zaynab also.\u201d Now suddenly there came a rap at the door and the maid said, \u201cWho is at the door?\u201d The knocker replied, \u201cKamar, daughter of Azariah the Jew; say me, is Ali of Cairo with you?\u201d Replied the broker\u2019s daughter, <|Q|>\u201cO thou daughter of a dog! If he be with us, what wilt thou with him? Go down, O maid, and open to her.\u201d<|Q|> So the maid let her in, and when she looked upon Ali and he upon her, he said, \u201cWhat bringeth thee hither O dog\u2019s daughter?\u201d Quoth she, \u201cI testify that there is no god but the God and I testify that Mohammed is the Apostle of God.\u201d And, having thus Islamised, she asked him, \u201cDo men in the Faith of Al-Islam give marriage portions to women or do women dower men?\u201d Quoth he, \u201cMen endow women", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_26": "Again, at this, with his sweet ironic face, he made a movement on the pillow. \u201cAh, you can\u2019t get off with that!\u201d\n\nI was silent a little, and it was I, now, I think, who changed color. <|Q|>\u201cMy dear, I don\u2019t want to get off!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou can\u2019t, even if you do. You can\u2019t, you can\u2019t!\u201d \u2014 he lay beautifully staring. \u201cMy uncle must come down, and you must completely settle things.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_29": "\u201cYou can\u2019t, even if you do. You can\u2019t, you can\u2019t!\u201d \u2014 he lay beautifully staring. \u201cMy uncle must come down, and you must completely settle things.\u201d\n\n\u201cIf we do,\u201d I returned with some spirit, <|Q|>\u201cyou may be sure it will be to take you quite away.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, don\u2019t you understand that that\u2019s exactly what I\u2019m working for? You\u2019ll have to tell him \u2014 about the way you\u2019ve let it all drop: you\u2019ll have to tell him a tremendous lot!\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_8": "\u201cO thou daughter of a dog! If he be with us, what wilt thou with him? Go down, O maid, and open to her.\u201d So the maid let her in, and when she looked upon Ali and he upon her, he said, \u201cWhat bringeth thee hither O dog\u2019s daughter?\u201d Quoth she, \u201cI testify that there is no god but the God and I testify that Mohammed is the Apostle of God.\u201d And, having thus Islamised, she asked him, <|Q|>\u201cDo men in the Faith of Al-Islam give marriage portions to women or do women dower men?\u201d<|Q|> Quoth he, \u201cMen endow women.\u201d \u201cThen,\u201d said she, \u201cI come and dower myself for thee, bringing thee, as my marriage-portion, my dress together with the rod and charger and chains and the head of my father, the enemy of thee and the foeman of Allah.\u201d And she threw down the Jew\u2019s head before him. Now the cause of her slaying her sire was as follows. On the night of his turning Ali into a dog, she saw, in a dream, a speaker who said to her,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_9": "\u201cO thou daughter of a dog! If he be with us, what wilt thou with him? Go down, O maid, and open to her.\u201d So the maid let her in, and when she looked upon Ali and he upon her, he said, \u201cWhat bringeth thee hither O dog\u2019s daughter?\u201d Quoth she, \u201cI testify that there is no god but the God and I testify that Mohammed is the Apostle of God.\u201d And, having thus Islamised, she asked him, \u201cDo men in the Faith of Al-Islam give marriage portions to women or do women dower men?\u201d Quoth he, <|Q|>\u201cMen endow women.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cThen,\u201d said she, \u201cI come and dower myself for thee, bringing thee, as my marriage-portion, my dress together with the rod and charger and chains and the head of my father, the enemy of thee and the foeman of Allah.\u201d And she threw down the Jew\u2019s head before him. Now the cause of her slaying her sire was as follows. On the night of his turning Ali into a dog, she saw, in a dream, a speaker who said to her,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_10": "\u201d So the maid let her in, and when she looked upon Ali and he upon her, he said, \u201cWhat bringeth thee hither O dog\u2019s daughter?\u201d Quoth she, \u201cI testify that there is no god but the God and I testify that Mohammed is the Apostle of God.\u201d And, having thus Islamised, she asked him, \u201cDo men in the Faith of Al-Islam give marriage portions to women or do women dower men?\u201d Quoth he, \u201cMen endow women.\u201d \u201cThen,\u201d said she, <|Q|>\u201cI come and dower myself for thee, bringing thee, as my marriage-portion, my dress together with the rod and charger and chains and the head of my father, the enemy of thee and the foeman of Allah.\u201d<|Q|> And she threw down the Jew\u2019s head before him. Now the cause of her slaying her sire was as follows. On the night of his turning Ali into a dog, she saw, in a dream, a speaker who said to her, \u201cBecome a Moslemah.\u201d She did so; and as soon as she awoke next morning she expounded Al-Islam to her father who refused to embrace the Faith; so she drugged him with Bhang and killed him. As for Ali, he took the gear and said to the broker,", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_2": "I went in with my light and found him, in bed, very wide awake, but very much at his ease. \u201cWell, what are you up to?\u201d he asked with a grace of sociability in which it occurred to me that Mrs. Grose, had she been present, might have looked in vain for proof that anything was \u201cout.\u201d\n\nI stood over him with my candle. <|Q|>\u201cHow did you know I was there?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, of course I heard you. Did you fancy you made no noise? You\u2019re like a troop of cavalry!\u201d he beautifully laughed.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_13": "\u201d She did so; and as soon as she awoke next morning she expounded Al-Islam to her father who refused to embrace the Faith; so she drugged him with Bhang and killed him. As for Ali, he took the gear and said to the broker, \u201cMeet we to-morrow at the Caliph\u2019s Divan, that I may take thy daughter and the handmaid to wife.\u201d Then he set out rejoicing, to return to the barrack of the Forty. On his way he met a sweetmeat seller, who was beating hand upon hand and saying, <|Q|>\u201cThere is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah, the Glorious, the Great! Folk\u2019s labour hath waxed sinful and man is active only in fraud!\u201d<|Q|> Then said he to Ali, \u201cI conjure thee, by Allah, taste of this confection!\u201d So Ali took a piece and ate it and fell down senseless, for there was Bhang therein; whereupon the sweetmeat-seller seized the dress and the charger and the rest of the gear and thrusting them into the box where he kept his sweetmeats hoisted it up and made off. Presently he met a Kazi, who called to him, saying, \u201cCome hither, O sweetmeat seller", "Solo.8566.8280.posthaste_01_ballantyne_64kb_27": "\"No, sur, I thank ye,\" said Mike, when a similar glass was offered to him.\n\n<|Q|>\"What! ye haven't taken the pledge, have ye?\"<|Q|> said Grady.\n\n\"No, sur; but I've had three glasses already on me walk, an' that's as much as I can rightly carry.\"", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_15": "\u201d Then said he to Ali, \u201cI conjure thee, by Allah, taste of this confection!\u201d So Ali took a piece and ate it and fell down senseless, for there was Bhang therein; whereupon the sweetmeat-seller seized the dress and the charger and the rest of the gear and thrusting them into the box where he kept his sweetmeats hoisted it up and made off. Presently he met a Kazi, who called to him, saying, <|Q|>\u201cCome hither, O sweetmeat seller!\u201d<|Q|> So he went up to him and setting down his sack laid the tray of sweetmeats upon it and asked, \u201cWhat dost thou want?\u201d \u201cHalw\u00e1 and drag\u00e9es,[FN#256]\u201d answered the Kazi and, taking some in his hand, said, \u201cBoth of these are adulterated.\u201d Then he brought out sweetmeats from his breast-pocket[FN#257] and gave them to the sweetmeat-seller, saying, \u201cLook at this fashion; how excellent it is! Eat of it and make the like of it", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_34": "\u201cThe things you\u2019ve never told me. To make up his mind what to do with you. He can\u2019t send you back \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I don\u2019t want to go back!\u201d he broke in. <|Q|>\u201cI want a new field.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe said it with admirable serenity, with positive unimpeachable gaiety; and doubtless it was that very note that most evoked for me the poignancy, the unnatural childish tragedy, of his probable reappearance at the end of three months with all this bravado and still more dishonor. It overwhelmed me now that I should never be able to bear that, and it made me let myself go. I threw myself upon him and in the tenderness of my pity I embraced him.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_36": "He said it with admirable serenity, with positive unimpeachable gaiety; and doubtless it was that very note that most evoked for me the poignancy, the unnatural childish tragedy, of his probable reappearance at the end of three months with all this bravado and still more dishonor. It overwhelmed me now that I should never be able to bear that, and it made me let myself go. I threw myself upon him and in the tenderness of my pity I embraced him. \u201cDear little Miles, dear little Miles \u2014 !\u201d\n\nMy face was close to his, and he let me kiss him, simply taking it with indulgent good humor. <|Q|>\u201cWell, old lady?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIs there nothing \u2014 nothing at all that you want to tell me?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_7": "I had put my candle, designedly, a short way off, and then, as he held out his friendly old hand to me, had sat down on the edge of his bed. \u201cWhat is it,\u201d I asked, \u201cthat you think of?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat in the world, my dear, but you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh, the pride I take in your appreciation doesn\u2019t insist on that! I had so far rather you slept.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_38": "\u201cIs there nothing \u2014 nothing at all that you want to tell me?\u201d\n\nHe turned off a little, facing round toward the wall and holding up his hand to look at as one had seen sick children look. <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ve told you \u2014 I told you this morning.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nOh, I was sorry for him! \u201cThat you just want me not to worry you?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_39": "He turned off a little, facing round toward the wall and holding up his hand to look at as one had seen sick children look. \u201cI\u2019ve told you \u2014 I told you this morning.\u201d\n\nOh, I was sorry for him! <|Q|>\u201cThat you just want me not to worry you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe looked round at me now, as if in recognition of my understanding him; then ever so gently, \u201cTo let me alone,\u201d he replied.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_40": "Oh, I was sorry for him! \u201cThat you just want me not to worry you?\u201d\n\nHe looked round at me now, as if in recognition of my understanding him; then ever so gently, <|Q|>\u201cTo let me alone,\u201d<|Q|> he replied.\n\nThere was even a singular little dignity in it, something that made me release him, yet, when I had slowly risen, linger beside him. God knows I never wished to harass him, but I felt that merely, at this, to turn my back on him was to abandon or, to put it more truly, to lose him. \u201cI\u2019ve just begun a letter to your uncle,\u201d I said.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_7": "\"I've no money to pay you,\" complained the sly voice of the cripple. \"I'm a poor man -- well you know it. A cripple -- just a poor old cripple!\"\n\n\"Ah -- none o' that!\" cut in the second winner. <|Q|>\"We know how well you do at your begging -- more in a day than we get in a month's pay. Pay up now, or it won't go well with you,\"<|Q|> he rasped out, laying his hand on a dagger stuck into his belt.\n\n\"What about your glass, your spyglass, Gosler?\" urged the first man. \"Put that up and it will cover your losses well enough!\" he sneered, but Simon Gosler hugged his coat to him and looked from side to side searching for a way of escape.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_15": "\u201cOh, you know, you know!\u201d\n\nI could say nothing for a minute, though I felt, as I held his hand and our eyes continued to meet, that my silence had all the air of admitting his charge and that nothing in the whole world of reality was perhaps at that moment so fabulous as our actual relation. \u201cCertainly you shall go back to school,\u201d I said, <|Q|>\u201cif it be that that troubles you. But not to the old place \u2014 we must find another, a better. How could I know it did trouble you, this question, when you never told me so, never spoke of it at all?\u201d<|Q|> His clear, listening face, framed in its smooth whiteness, made him for the minute as appealing as some wistful patient in a children\u2019s hospital; and I would have given, as the resemblance came to me, all I possessed on earth really to be the nurse or the sister of charity who might have helped to cure him. Well, even as it was, I perhaps might help! \u201cDo you know you\u2019ve never said a word to me about your school \u2014 I mean the old one; never mentioned it in any way?\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_22": "\u201d So they sallied forth in quest of him and among the rest Hasan Shuman the Pestilence, disguised in a Kazi\u2019s gear. He came upon the sweetmeat-seller and, knowing him for Ahmad al-Lakit[FN#258] suspected him of having played some trick upon Ali; so he drugged him and did as we have seen. Meanwhile, the other Forty fared about the streets and highways making search in different directions, and amongst them Ali Kitf al-Jamal, who espying a crowd, made towards the people and found the Cairene Ali lying drugged and senseless in their midst. So he revived him and he came to himself and seeing the folk flocking around him asked, \u201cWhere am I?\u201d Answered Ali Camel-shoulder and his comrades, \u201cWe found thee lying here drugged but know not who drugged thee.\u201d Quoth Ali, <|Q|>\u201c\u2019Twas a certain sweetmeat-seller who drugged me and took the gear from me; but where is he gone?\u201d<|Q|> Quoth his comrades, \u201cWe have seen nothing of him; but come, rise and go home with us.\u201d So they returned to the barrack, where they found Ahmad al-Danaf, who greeted Ali and enquired if he had brought the dress. He replied, \u201cI was coming hither with it and other matters, including the Jew\u2019s head, when a sweetmeat-seller met me and drugged me with Bhang and took them from me.\u201d Then he told him the whole tale ending with,", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_43": "\u201cWell, then, finish it!\u201d\n\nI waited a minute. <|Q|>\u201cWhat happened before?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe gazed up at me again. \u201cBefore what?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_46": "\u201cBefore you came back. And before you went away.\u201d\n\nFor some time he was silent, but he continued to meet my eyes. <|Q|>\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt made me, the sound of the words, in which it seemed to me that I caught for the very first time a small faint quaver of consenting consciousness \u2014 it made me drop on my knees beside the bed and seize once more the chance of possessing him. \u201cDear little Miles, dear little Miles, if you knew how I want to help you! It\u2019s only that, it\u2019s nothing but that, and I\u2019d rather die than give you a pain or do you a wrong \u2014 I\u2019d rather die than hurt a hair of you. Dear little Mile", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_26": "\u201d So they returned to the barrack, where they found Ahmad al-Danaf, who greeted Ali and enquired if he had brought the dress. He replied, \u201cI was coming hither with it and other matters, including the Jew\u2019s head, when a sweetmeat-seller met me and drugged me with Bhang and took them from me.\u201d Then he told him the whole tale ending with, \u201cIf I come across that man of goodies again, I will requite him.\u201d Presently Hasan Shuman came out of a closet and said to him, <|Q|>\u201cHast thou gotten the gear, O Ali?\u201d<|Q|> So he told him what had befallen him and added, \u201cIf I know whither the rascal is gone and where to find the knave, I would pay him out. Knowest thou whither he went?\u201d Answered Hasan, \u201cI know where he is,\u201d and opening the door of the closet, showed him the sweetmeat-seller within, drugged and senseless. Then he aroused him and he opened his eyes and finding himself in presence of Mercury Ali and Calamity Ahmad and the Forty, started up and said,", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_48": "It made me, the sound of the words, in which it seemed to me that I caught for the very first time a small faint quaver of consenting consciousness \u2014 it made me drop on my knees beside the bed and seize once more the chance of possessing him. \u201cDear little Miles, dear little Miles, if you knew how I want to help you! It\u2019s only that, it\u2019s nothing but that, and I\u2019d rather die than give you a pain or do you a wrong \u2014 I\u2019d rather die than hurt a hair of you. Dear little Miles\u201d \u2014 oh, I brought it out now even if I should go too far \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cI just want you to help me to save you!\u201d<|Q|> But I knew in a moment after this that I had gone too far. The answer to my appeal was instantaneous, but it came in the form of an extraordinary blast and chill, a gust of frozen air, and a shake of the room as great as if, in the wild wind, the casement had crashed in. The boy gave a loud, high shriek, which, lost in the rest of the shock of sound, might have seemed, indistinctly, though I was so close to him, a note either of jubilation or of terror. I jumped to my feet again and was conscious of darkness. So for a moment we remained, while I stared about me and saw that the drawn curtains were unstirred and the window tight. \u201cWhy, the candle\u2019s out!\u201d I then cried.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_27": "\u201cI was coming hither with it and other matters, including the Jew\u2019s head, when a sweetmeat-seller met me and drugged me with Bhang and took them from me.\u201d Then he told him the whole tale ending with, \u201cIf I come across that man of goodies again, I will requite him.\u201d Presently Hasan Shuman came out of a closet and said to him, \u201cHast thou gotten the gear, O Ali?\u201d So he told him what had befallen him and added, <|Q|>\u201cIf I know whither the rascal is gone and where to find the knave, I would pay him out. Knowest thou whither he went?\u201d<|Q|> Answered Hasan, \u201cI know where he is,\u201d and opening the door of the closet, showed him the sweetmeat-seller within, drugged and senseless. Then he aroused him and he opened his eyes and finding himself in presence of Mercury Ali and Calamity Ahmad and the Forty, started up and said, \u201cWhere am I and who hath laid hands on me?\u201d Replied Shuman, \u201c\u2019Twas I laid hands on thee;\u201d and Ali cried, \u201cO perfidious wretch, wilt thou play thy pranks on me", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_29": "\u201d So he told him what had befallen him and added, \u201cIf I know whither the rascal is gone and where to find the knave, I would pay him out. Knowest thou whither he went?\u201d Answered Hasan, \u201cI know where he is,\u201d and opening the door of the closet, showed him the sweetmeat-seller within, drugged and senseless. Then he aroused him and he opened his eyes and finding himself in presence of Mercury Ali and Calamity Ahmad and the Forty, started up and said, <|Q|>\u201cWhere am I and who hath laid hands on me?\u201d<|Q|> Replied Shuman, \u201c\u2019Twas I laid hands on thee;\u201d and Ali cried, \u201cO perfidious wretch, wilt thou play thy pranks on me?\u201d And he would have slain him: but Hasan said to him, \u201cHold thy hand for this fellow is become thy kinsman.\u201d \u201cHow my kinsman?\u201d quoth Ali; and quoth Hasan, \u201cThis is Ahmad al-Lakit son of Zaynab\u2019s sister.\u201d Then said Ali to the prisoner,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_1": "When it was the Seven Hundred and Eighteenth Night,\n\nShe resumed, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the broker, having saluted Ali of Cairo with the salam, asked him the reason of his enchantment and what had befallen him; and he answered by telling him all that had passed, when the broker said to him, <|Q|>\u201cWill not my daughter and the handmaid suffice thee?\u201d<|Q|> but he answered, \u201cNeeds must I have Zaynab also.\u201d Now suddenly there came a rap at the door and the maid said, \u201cWho is at the door?\u201d The knocker replied, \u201cKamar, daughter of Azariah the Jew; say me, is Ali of Cairo with you?\u201d Replied the broker\u2019s daughter, \u201cO thou daughter of a dog! If he be with us, what wilt thou with him? Go down, O maid, and open to her", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_2": "When it was the Seven Hundred and Eighteenth Night,\n\nShe resumed, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the broker, having saluted Ali of Cairo with the salam, asked him the reason of his enchantment and what had befallen him; and he answered by telling him all that had passed, when the broker said to him, \u201cWill not my daughter and the handmaid suffice thee?\u201d but he answered, <|Q|>\u201cNeeds must I have Zaynab also.\u201d<|Q|> Now suddenly there came a rap at the door and the maid said, \u201cWho is at the door?\u201d The knocker replied, \u201cKamar, daughter of Azariah the Jew; say me, is Ali of Cairo with you?\u201d Replied the broker\u2019s daughter, \u201cO thou daughter of a dog! If he be with us, what wilt thou with him? Go down, O maid, and open to her.\u201d So the maid let her in, and when she looked upon Ali and he upon her, he said,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_3": "She resumed, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the broker, having saluted Ali of Cairo with the salam, asked him the reason of his enchantment and what had befallen him; and he answered by telling him all that had passed, when the broker said to him, \u201cWill not my daughter and the handmaid suffice thee?\u201d but he answered, \u201cNeeds must I have Zaynab also.\u201d Now suddenly there came a rap at the door and the maid said, <|Q|>\u201cWho is at the door?\u201d<|Q|> The knocker replied, \u201cKamar, daughter of Azariah the Jew; say me, is Ali of Cairo with you?\u201d Replied the broker\u2019s daughter, \u201cO thou daughter of a dog! If he be with us, what wilt thou with him? Go down, O maid, and open to her.\u201d So the maid let her in, and when she looked upon Ali and he upon her, he said, \u201cWhat bringeth thee hither O dog\u2019s daughter?\u201d Quoth she,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_31": "\u201cIf I know whither the rascal is gone and where to find the knave, I would pay him out. Knowest thou whither he went?\u201d Answered Hasan, \u201cI know where he is,\u201d and opening the door of the closet, showed him the sweetmeat-seller within, drugged and senseless. Then he aroused him and he opened his eyes and finding himself in presence of Mercury Ali and Calamity Ahmad and the Forty, started up and said, \u201cWhere am I and who hath laid hands on me?\u201d Replied Shuman, \u201c\u2019Twas I laid hands on thee;\u201d and Ali cried, <|Q|>\u201cO perfidious wretch, wilt thou play thy pranks on me?\u201d<|Q|> And he would have slain him: but Hasan said to him, \u201cHold thy hand for this fellow is become thy kinsman.\u201d \u201cHow my kinsman?\u201d quoth Ali; and quoth Hasan, \u201cThis is Ahmad al-Lakit son of Zaynab\u2019s sister.\u201d Then said Ali to the prisoner, \u201cWhy didst thou thus, O Lakit?\u201d and he replied, \u201cMy grandmother, Dalilah the Wily, bade me do it; only because Zurayk the fishmonger foregathered with the old woman and said, \u2018Mercury Ali of Cairo is a sharper and a past master in knavery, and he will certainly slay the Jew and bring hither the dress.\u2019 So she sent for me and said to me, \u2018O Ahmad, dost thou know Ali of Cairo?\u2019 Answered I, \u2018Indeed I do and \u2019twas I directed him to Ahmad al-Danaf\u2019s lodging when he first came to Baghdad.\u2019 Quoth she, \u2018Go and set thy nets for him, and if he have brought back the gear, put a cheat on him and take it from him.\u2019 So I went round about the highways of the city, till I met a sweetmeat-seller and buying his clothes and stock-in-trade and gear for ten dinars, did what was done", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_4": "She resumed, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the broker, having saluted Ali of Cairo with the salam, asked him the reason of his enchantment and what had befallen him; and he answered by telling him all that had passed, when the broker said to him, \u201cWill not my daughter and the handmaid suffice thee?\u201d but he answered, \u201cNeeds must I have Zaynab also.\u201d Now suddenly there came a rap at the door and the maid said, \u201cWho is at the door?\u201d The knocker replied, <|Q|>\u201cKamar, daughter of Azariah the Jew; say me, is Ali of Cairo with you?\u201d<|Q|> Replied the broker\u2019s daughter, \u201cO thou daughter of a dog! If he be with us, what wilt thou with him? Go down, O maid, and open to her.\u201d So the maid let her in, and when she looked upon Ali and he upon her, he said, \u201cWhat bringeth thee hither O dog\u2019s daughter?\u201d Quoth she, \u201cI testify that there is no god but the God and I testify that Mohammed is the Apostle of God.\u201d And, having thus Islamised, she asked him,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_34": "\u201d and opening the door of the closet, showed him the sweetmeat-seller within, drugged and senseless. Then he aroused him and he opened his eyes and finding himself in presence of Mercury Ali and Calamity Ahmad and the Forty, started up and said, \u201cWhere am I and who hath laid hands on me?\u201d Replied Shuman, \u201c\u2019Twas I laid hands on thee;\u201d and Ali cried, \u201cO perfidious wretch, wilt thou play thy pranks on me?\u201d And he would have slain him: but Hasan said to him, \u201cHold thy hand for this fellow is become thy kinsman.\u201d \u201cHow my kinsman?\u201d quoth Ali; and quoth Hasan, <|Q|>\u201cThis is Ahmad al-Lakit son of Zaynab\u2019s sister.\u201d<|Q|> Then said Ali to the prisoner, \u201cWhy didst thou thus, O Lakit?\u201d and he replied, \u201cMy grandmother, Dalilah the Wily, bade me do it; only because Zurayk the fishmonger foregathered with the old woman and said, \u2018Mercury Ali of Cairo is a sharper and a past master in knavery, and he will certainly slay the Jew and bring hither the dress.\u2019 So she sent for me and said to me, \u2018O Ahmad, dost thou know Ali of Cairo?\u2019 Answered I, \u2018Indeed I do and \u2019twas I directed him to Ahmad al-Danaf\u2019s lodging when he first came to Baghdad.\u2019 Quoth she, \u2018Go and set thy nets for him, and if he have brought back the gear, put a cheat on him and take it from him.\u2019 So I went round about the highways of the city, till I met a sweetmeat-seller and buying his clothes and stock-in-trade and gear for ten dinars, did what was done", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_7": "\u201d The knocker replied, \u201cKamar, daughter of Azariah the Jew; say me, is Ali of Cairo with you?\u201d Replied the broker\u2019s daughter, \u201cO thou daughter of a dog! If he be with us, what wilt thou with him? Go down, O maid, and open to her.\u201d So the maid let her in, and when she looked upon Ali and he upon her, he said, \u201cWhat bringeth thee hither O dog\u2019s daughter?\u201d Quoth she, <|Q|>\u201cI testify that there is no god but the God and I testify that Mohammed is the Apostle of God.\u201d<|Q|> And, having thus Islamised, she asked him, \u201cDo men in the Faith of Al-Islam give marriage portions to women or do women dower men?\u201d Quoth he, \u201cMen endow women.\u201d \u201cThen,\u201d said she, \u201cI come and dower myself for thee, bringing thee, as my marriage-portion, my dress together with the rod and charger and chains and the head of my father, the enemy of thee and the foeman of Allah.\u201d And she threw down the Jew\u2019s head before him. Now the cause of her slaying her sire was as follows. On the night of his turning Ali into a dog, she saw, in a dream, a speaker who said to her,", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_27": "I was silent a little, and it was I, now, I think, who changed color. \u201cMy dear, I don\u2019t want to get off!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou can\u2019t, even if you do. You can\u2019t, you can\u2019t!\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 he lay beautifully staring. \u201cMy uncle must come down, and you must completely settle things.\u201d\n\n\u201cIf we do,\u201d I returned with some spirit, \u201cyou may be sure it will be to take you quite away.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_30": "\u201cIf we do,\u201d I returned with some spirit, \u201cyou may be sure it will be to take you quite away.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, don\u2019t you understand that that\u2019s exactly what I\u2019m working for? You\u2019ll have to tell him \u2014 about the way you\u2019ve let it all drop: you\u2019ll have to tell him a tremendous lot!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe exultation with which he uttered this helped me somehow, for the instant, to meet him rather more. \u201cAnd how much will you, Miles, have to tell him? There are things he\u2019ll ask you!\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_11": "\u201d \u201cThen,\u201d said she, \u201cI come and dower myself for thee, bringing thee, as my marriage-portion, my dress together with the rod and charger and chains and the head of my father, the enemy of thee and the foeman of Allah.\u201d And she threw down the Jew\u2019s head before him. Now the cause of her slaying her sire was as follows. On the night of his turning Ali into a dog, she saw, in a dream, a speaker who said to her, <|Q|>\u201cBecome a Moslemah.\u201d<|Q|> She did so; and as soon as she awoke next morning she expounded Al-Islam to her father who refused to embrace the Faith; so she drugged him with Bhang and killed him. As for Ali, he took the gear and said to the broker, \u201cMeet we to-morrow at the Caliph\u2019s Divan, that I may take thy daughter and the handmaid to wife.\u201d Then he set out rejoicing, to return to the barrack of the Forty. On his way he met a sweetmeat seller, who was beating hand upon hand and saying,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_12": "\u201d And she threw down the Jew\u2019s head before him. Now the cause of her slaying her sire was as follows. On the night of his turning Ali into a dog, she saw, in a dream, a speaker who said to her, \u201cBecome a Moslemah.\u201d She did so; and as soon as she awoke next morning she expounded Al-Islam to her father who refused to embrace the Faith; so she drugged him with Bhang and killed him. As for Ali, he took the gear and said to the broker, <|Q|>\u201cMeet we to-morrow at the Caliph\u2019s Divan, that I may take thy daughter and the handmaid to wife.\u201d<|Q|> Then he set out rejoicing, to return to the barrack of the Forty. On his way he met a sweetmeat seller, who was beating hand upon hand and saying, \u201cThere is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah, the Glorious, the Great! Folk\u2019s labour hath waxed sinful and man is active only in fraud!\u201d Then said he to Ali, \u201cI conjure thee, by Allah, taste of this confection!\u201d So Ali took a piece and ate it and fell down senseless, for there was Bhang therein; whereupon the sweetmeat-seller seized the dress and the charger and the rest of the gear and thrusting them into the box where he kept his sweetmeats hoisted it up and made off. Presently he met a Kazi, who called to him, saying,", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_0": "I went so far, in the evening, as to make a beginning. The weather had changed back, a great wind was abroad, and beneath the lamp, in my room, with Flora at peace beside me, I sat for a long time before a blank sheet of paper and listened to the lash of the rain and the batter of the gusts. Finally I went out, taking a candle; I crossed the passage and listened a minute at Miles\u2019s door. What, under my endless obsession, I had been impelled to listen for was some betrayal of his not being at rest, and I presently caught one, but not in the form I had expected. His voice tinkled out. <|Q|>\u201cI say, you there \u2014 come in.\u201d<|Q|> It was a gaiety in the gloom!\n\nI went in with my light and found him, in bed, very wide awake, but very much at his ease. \u201cWell, what are you up to?\u201d he asked with a grace of sociability in which it occurred to me that Mrs. Grose, had she been present, might have looked in vain for proof that anything was \u201cout.\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_43": "\u201cMay thine every enemy be like this one, O Prince of True Believers!\u201d Quoth Al-Rashid, \u201cWhose head is this?\u201d; and quoth Ali, \u201c\u2019Tis the head of Azariah the Jew.\u201d \u201cWho slew him?\u201d asked the Caliph. So Ali related to him all that had passed, from first to last, and the Caliph said, \u201cI had not thought thou wouldst kill him, for that he was a sorcerer.\u201d Ali replied, <|Q|>\u201cO Commander of the Faithful, my Lord made me prevail to his slaughter.\u201d<|Q|> Then the Caliph sent the Chief of Police to the Jew\u2019s palace, where he found him lying headless; so he laid the body on a bier,[FN#259] and carried it to Al-Rashid, who commanded to burn it. Whereat, behold, up came Kamar and kissing the ground before the Caliph, informed him that she was the daughter of Jew Azariah and that she had become a Moslemah. Then she renewed her profession of Faith before the Commander of the Faithful and said to him", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_4": "\u201cWhy, of course I heard you. Did you fancy you made no noise? You\u2019re like a troop of cavalry!\u201d he beautifully laughed.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThen you weren\u2019t asleep?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNot much! I lie awake and think.\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_14": "\u201cMeet we to-morrow at the Caliph\u2019s Divan, that I may take thy daughter and the handmaid to wife.\u201d Then he set out rejoicing, to return to the barrack of the Forty. On his way he met a sweetmeat seller, who was beating hand upon hand and saying, \u201cThere is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah, the Glorious, the Great! Folk\u2019s labour hath waxed sinful and man is active only in fraud!\u201d Then said he to Ali, <|Q|>\u201cI conjure thee, by Allah, taste of this confection!\u201d<|Q|> So Ali took a piece and ate it and fell down senseless, for there was Bhang therein; whereupon the sweetmeat-seller seized the dress and the charger and the rest of the gear and thrusting them into the box where he kept his sweetmeats hoisted it up and made off. Presently he met a Kazi, who called to him, saying, \u201cCome hither, O sweetmeat seller!\u201d So he went up to him and setting down his sack laid the tray of sweetmeats upon it and asked,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_45": "\u201d Then the Caliph sent the Chief of Police to the Jew\u2019s palace, where he found him lying headless; so he laid the body on a bier,[FN#259] and carried it to Al-Rashid, who commanded to burn it. Whereat, behold, up came Kamar and kissing the ground before the Caliph, informed him that she was the daughter of Jew Azariah and that she had become a Moslemah. Then she renewed her profession of Faith before the Commander of the Faithful and said to him \u201cBe thou my intercessor with Sharper Ali that he take me to wife.\u201d She also appointed him her guardian to consent to her marriage with the Cairene, to whom he gave the Jew\u2019s palace and all its contents, saying, <|Q|>\u201cAsk a boon of me.\u201d<|Q|> Quoth Ali, \u201cI beg of thee to let me stand on thy carpet and eat of thy table;\u201d and quoth the Caliph, \u201cO Ali, hast thou any lads?\u201d He replied, \u201cI have forty lads; but they are in Cairo.\u201d Rejoined the Caliph, \u201cSend to Cairo and fetch them hither,\u201d presently adding, \u201cBut, O Ali, hast thou a barrack for them?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d answered Ali; and Hasan Shuman said,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_16": "\u201d So Ali took a piece and ate it and fell down senseless, for there was Bhang therein; whereupon the sweetmeat-seller seized the dress and the charger and the rest of the gear and thrusting them into the box where he kept his sweetmeats hoisted it up and made off. Presently he met a Kazi, who called to him, saying, \u201cCome hither, O sweetmeat seller!\u201d So he went up to him and setting down his sack laid the tray of sweetmeats upon it and asked, <|Q|>\u201cWhat dost thou want?\u201d<|Q|> \u201cHalw\u00e1 and drag\u00e9es,[FN#256]\u201d answered the Kazi and, taking some in his hand, said, \u201cBoth of these are adulterated.\u201d Then he brought out sweetmeats from his breast-pocket[FN#257] and gave them to the sweetmeat-seller, saying, \u201cLook at this fashion; how excellent it is! Eat of it and make the like of it.\u201d So he ate and fell down senseless, for the sweetmeats were drugged with Bhang, whereupon the Kazi bundled him into the sack and made off with him, charger and chest and all, to the barrack of the Forty. Now the Judge in question was Hasan Shuman and the reason of this was as follows. When Ali had been gone some days in quest of the dress and they heard no news of him, Calamity Ahmad said to his men,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_18": "\u201d So Ali took a piece and ate it and fell down senseless, for there was Bhang therein; whereupon the sweetmeat-seller seized the dress and the charger and the rest of the gear and thrusting them into the box where he kept his sweetmeats hoisted it up and made off. Presently he met a Kazi, who called to him, saying, \u201cCome hither, O sweetmeat seller!\u201d So he went up to him and setting down his sack laid the tray of sweetmeats upon it and asked, \u201cWhat dost thou want?\u201d \u201cHalw\u00e1 and drag\u00e9es,[FN#256]\u201d answered the Kazi and, taking some in his hand, said, <|Q|>\u201cBoth of these are adulterated.\u201d<|Q|> Then he brought out sweetmeats from his breast-pocket[FN#257] and gave them to the sweetmeat-seller, saying, \u201cLook at this fashion; how excellent it is! Eat of it and make the like of it.\u201d So he ate and fell down senseless, for the sweetmeats were drugged with Bhang, whereupon the Kazi bundled him into the sack and made off with him, charger and chest and all, to the barrack of the Forty. Now the Judge in question was Hasan Shuman and the reason of this was as follows. When Ali had been gone some days in quest of the dress and they heard no news of him, Calamity Ahmad said to his men,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_48": "\u201cBe thou my intercessor with Sharper Ali that he take me to wife.\u201d She also appointed him her guardian to consent to her marriage with the Cairene, to whom he gave the Jew\u2019s palace and all its contents, saying, \u201cAsk a boon of me.\u201d Quoth Ali, \u201cI beg of thee to let me stand on thy carpet and eat of thy table;\u201d and quoth the Caliph, \u201cO Ali, hast thou any lads?\u201d He replied, <|Q|>\u201cI have forty lads; but they are in Cairo.\u201d<|Q|> Rejoined the Caliph, \u201cSend to Cairo and fetch them hither,\u201d presently adding, \u201cBut, O Ali, hast thou a barrack for them?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d answered Ali; and Hasan Shuman said, \u201cI make him a present of my barrack with all that is therein, O Commander of the Faithful.\u201d However, the Caliph retorted, saying, \u201cThy lodging is thine own, O Hasan;\u201d and he bade his treasurer give the court architect ten thousand dinars, that he might build Ali a hall with four da\u00efses and forty sleeping-closets for his lads. Then said he, \u201cO Ali, hast thou any further wish, that we may command its fulfilment?\u201d; and said Ali,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_20": "\u201cLook at this fashion; how excellent it is! Eat of it and make the like of it.\u201d So he ate and fell down senseless, for the sweetmeats were drugged with Bhang, whereupon the Kazi bundled him into the sack and made off with him, charger and chest and all, to the barrack of the Forty. Now the Judge in question was Hasan Shuman and the reason of this was as follows. When Ali had been gone some days in quest of the dress and they heard no news of him, Calamity Ahmad said to his men, <|Q|>\u201cO lads, go and seek for your brother Ali of Cairo.\u201d<|Q|> So they sallied forth in quest of him and among the rest Hasan Shuman the Pestilence, disguised in a Kazi\u2019s gear. He came upon the sweetmeat-seller and, knowing him for Ahmad al-Lakit[FN#258] suspected him of having played some trick upon Ali; so he drugged him and did as we have seen. Meanwhile, the other Forty fared about the streets and highways making search in different directions, and amongst them Ali Kitf al-Jamal, who espying a crowd, made towards the people and found the Cairene Ali lying drugged and senseless in their midst. So he revived him and he came to himself and seeing the folk flocking around him asked, \u201cWhere am I?\u201d Answered Ali Camel-shoulder and his comrades,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_21": "\u201d So they sallied forth in quest of him and among the rest Hasan Shuman the Pestilence, disguised in a Kazi\u2019s gear. He came upon the sweetmeat-seller and, knowing him for Ahmad al-Lakit[FN#258] suspected him of having played some trick upon Ali; so he drugged him and did as we have seen. Meanwhile, the other Forty fared about the streets and highways making search in different directions, and amongst them Ali Kitf al-Jamal, who espying a crowd, made towards the people and found the Cairene Ali lying drugged and senseless in their midst. So he revived him and he came to himself and seeing the folk flocking around him asked, \u201cWhere am I?\u201d Answered Ali Camel-shoulder and his comrades, <|Q|>\u201cWe found thee lying here drugged but know not who drugged thee.\u201d<|Q|> Quoth Ali, \u201c\u2019Twas a certain sweetmeat-seller who drugged me and took the gear from me; but where is he gone?\u201d Quoth his comrades, \u201cWe have seen nothing of him; but come, rise and go home with us.\u201d So they returned to the barrack, where they found Ahmad al-Danaf, who greeted Ali and enquired if he had brought the dress. He replied, \u201cI was coming hither with it and other matters, including the Jew\u2019s head, when a sweetmeat-seller met me and drugged me with Bhang and took them from me", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_45": "He gazed up at me again. \u201cBefore what?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBefore you came back. And before you went away.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nFor some time he was silent, but he continued to meet my eyes. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_23": "\u201d So they sallied forth in quest of him and among the rest Hasan Shuman the Pestilence, disguised in a Kazi\u2019s gear. He came upon the sweetmeat-seller and, knowing him for Ahmad al-Lakit[FN#258] suspected him of having played some trick upon Ali; so he drugged him and did as we have seen. Meanwhile, the other Forty fared about the streets and highways making search in different directions, and amongst them Ali Kitf al-Jamal, who espying a crowd, made towards the people and found the Cairene Ali lying drugged and senseless in their midst. So he revived him and he came to himself and seeing the folk flocking around him asked, \u201cWhere am I?\u201d Answered Ali Camel-shoulder and his comrades, \u201cWe found thee lying here drugged but know not who drugged thee.\u201d Quoth Ali, \u201c\u2019Twas a certain sweetmeat-seller who drugged me and took the gear from me; but where is he gone?\u201d Quoth his comrades, <|Q|>\u201cWe have seen nothing of him; but come, rise and go home with us.\u201d<|Q|> So they returned to the barrack, where they found Ahmad al-Danaf, who greeted Ali and enquired if he had brought the dress. He replied, \u201cI was coming hither with it and other matters, including the Jew\u2019s head, when a sweetmeat-seller met me and drugged me with Bhang and took them from me.\u201d Then he told him the whole tale ending with, \u201cIf I come across that man of goodies again, I will requite him.\u201d Presently Hasan Shuman came out of a closet and said to him,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_25": "\u201cWe have seen nothing of him; but come, rise and go home with us.\u201d So they returned to the barrack, where they found Ahmad al-Danaf, who greeted Ali and enquired if he had brought the dress. He replied, \u201cI was coming hither with it and other matters, including the Jew\u2019s head, when a sweetmeat-seller met me and drugged me with Bhang and took them from me.\u201d Then he told him the whole tale ending with, <|Q|>\u201cIf I come across that man of goodies again, I will requite him.\u201d<|Q|> Presently Hasan Shuman came out of a closet and said to him, \u201cHast thou gotten the gear, O Ali?\u201d So he told him what had befallen him and added, \u201cIf I know whither the rascal is gone and where to find the knave, I would pay him out. Knowest thou whither he went?\u201d Answered Hasan, \u201cI know where he is,\u201d and opening the door of the closet, showed him the sweetmeat-seller within, drugged and senseless. Then he aroused him and he opened his eyes and finding himself in presence of Mercury Ali and Calamity Ahmad and the Forty, started up and said,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_24": "\u201cWe found thee lying here drugged but know not who drugged thee.\u201d Quoth Ali, \u201c\u2019Twas a certain sweetmeat-seller who drugged me and took the gear from me; but where is he gone?\u201d Quoth his comrades, \u201cWe have seen nothing of him; but come, rise and go home with us.\u201d So they returned to the barrack, where they found Ahmad al-Danaf, who greeted Ali and enquired if he had brought the dress. He replied, <|Q|>\u201cI was coming hither with it and other matters, including the Jew\u2019s head, when a sweetmeat-seller met me and drugged me with Bhang and took them from me.\u201d<|Q|> Then he told him the whole tale ending with, \u201cIf I come across that man of goodies again, I will requite him.\u201d Presently Hasan Shuman came out of a closet and said to him, \u201cHast thou gotten the gear, O Ali?\u201d So he told him what had befallen him and added, \u201cIf I know whither the rascal is gone and where to find the knave, I would pay him out. Knowest thou whither he went?\u201d Answered Hasan,", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_44": "I waited a minute. \u201cWhat happened before?\u201d\n\nHe gazed up at me again. <|Q|>\u201cBefore what?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBefore you came back. And before you went away.\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_28": "\u201d Then he told him the whole tale ending with, \u201cIf I come across that man of goodies again, I will requite him.\u201d Presently Hasan Shuman came out of a closet and said to him, \u201cHast thou gotten the gear, O Ali?\u201d So he told him what had befallen him and added, \u201cIf I know whither the rascal is gone and where to find the knave, I would pay him out. Knowest thou whither he went?\u201d Answered Hasan, <|Q|>\u201cI know where he is,\u201d<|Q|> and opening the door of the closet, showed him the sweetmeat-seller within, drugged and senseless. Then he aroused him and he opened his eyes and finding himself in presence of Mercury Ali and Calamity Ahmad and the Forty, started up and said, \u201cWhere am I and who hath laid hands on me?\u201d Replied Shuman, \u201c\u2019Twas I laid hands on thee;\u201d and Ali cried, \u201cO perfidious wretch, wilt thou play thy pranks on me", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_0": "\u201cKnow, O my lord, that, when I was with Azariah the Jew, I used to spy upon him and listen to him, when he performed his gramarye; and when he went forth to his shop in Baghdad, I opened his books and read in them, till I became skilled in the Cabbala-science. One day, he was warm with wine and would have me lie with him, but I objected, saying, \u2018I may not grant thee this except thou become a Moslem.\u2019 He refused and I said to him, \u2018Now for the Sultan\u2019s market.\u2019[FN#255] So he sold me to thee and I taught my young mistress, making it a condition with her that she should do naught without my counsel, and that whoso might wed her should wed me also, one night for me and one night for her.\u201d Then she took a cup of water and conjuring over it, sprinkled the dog therewith; saying, <|Q|>\u201cReturn thou to form of man.\u201d<|Q|> And he straightway was restored to his former shape; whereupon the broker saluted him with the salam and asked him the reason of his enchantment. So Ali told him all that had passed \u2014 \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seven Hundred and Eighteenth Night,", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_47": "For some time he was silent, but he continued to meet my eyes. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d\n\nIt made me, the sound of the words, in which it seemed to me that I caught for the very first time a small faint quaver of consenting consciousness \u2014 it made me drop on my knees beside the bed and seize once more the chance of possessing him. <|Q|>\u201cDear little Miles, dear little Miles, if you knew how I want to help you! It\u2019s only that, it\u2019s nothing but that, and I\u2019d rather die than give you a pain or do you a wrong \u2014 I\u2019d rather die than hurt a hair of you. Dear little Miles\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 oh, I brought it out now even if I should go too far \u2014 \u201cI just want you to help me to save you!\u201d But I knew in a moment after this that I had gone too far. The answer to my appeal was instantaneous, but it came in the form of an extraordinary blast and chill, a gust of frozen air, and a shake of the room as great as if, in the wild wind, the casement had crashed in. The boy gave a loud, high shriek, which, lost in the rest of the shock of sound, might have seemed, indistinctly, though I was so close to him, a note either of jubilation or of terror. I jumped to my feet again and was conscious of darkness. So for a moment we remained, while I stared about me and saw that the drawn curtains were unstirred and the window tight. \u201cWhy, the candle\u2019s out!\u201d I then cried.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_30": "\u201cIf I know whither the rascal is gone and where to find the knave, I would pay him out. Knowest thou whither he went?\u201d Answered Hasan, \u201cI know where he is,\u201d and opening the door of the closet, showed him the sweetmeat-seller within, drugged and senseless. Then he aroused him and he opened his eyes and finding himself in presence of Mercury Ali and Calamity Ahmad and the Forty, started up and said, \u201cWhere am I and who hath laid hands on me?\u201d Replied Shuman, <|Q|>\u201c\u2019Twas I laid hands on thee;\u201d<|Q|> and Ali cried, \u201cO perfidious wretch, wilt thou play thy pranks on me?\u201d And he would have slain him: but Hasan said to him, \u201cHold thy hand for this fellow is become thy kinsman.\u201d \u201cHow my kinsman?\u201d quoth Ali; and quoth Hasan, \u201cThis is Ahmad al-Lakit son of Zaynab\u2019s sister.\u201d Then said Ali to the prisoner, \u201cWhy didst thou thus, O Lakit?\u201d and he replied,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_32": "\u201d and opening the door of the closet, showed him the sweetmeat-seller within, drugged and senseless. Then he aroused him and he opened his eyes and finding himself in presence of Mercury Ali and Calamity Ahmad and the Forty, started up and said, \u201cWhere am I and who hath laid hands on me?\u201d Replied Shuman, \u201c\u2019Twas I laid hands on thee;\u201d and Ali cried, \u201cO perfidious wretch, wilt thou play thy pranks on me?\u201d And he would have slain him: but Hasan said to him, <|Q|>\u201cHold thy hand for this fellow is become thy kinsman.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cHow my kinsman?\u201d quoth Ali; and quoth Hasan, \u201cThis is Ahmad al-Lakit son of Zaynab\u2019s sister.\u201d Then said Ali to the prisoner, \u201cWhy didst thou thus, O Lakit?\u201d and he replied, \u201cMy grandmother, Dalilah the Wily, bade me do it; only because Zurayk the fishmonger foregathered with the old woman and said, \u2018Mercury Ali of Cairo is a sharper and a past master in knavery, and he will certainly slay the Jew and bring hither the dress.\u2019 So she sent for me and said to me, \u2018O Ahmad, dost thou know Ali of Cairo?\u2019 Answered I, \u2018Indeed I do and \u2019twas I directed him to Ahmad al-Danaf\u2019s lodging when he first came to Baghdad.\u2019 Quoth she, \u2018Go and set thy nets for him, and if he have brought back the gear, put a cheat on him and take it from him.\u2019 So I went round about the highways of the city, till I met a sweetmeat-seller and buying his clothes and stock-in-trade and gear for ten dinars, did what was done", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_25": "I felt that I didn\u2019t know so well as Miles, and I took temporary refuge. \u201cYou want to go to your uncle?\u201d\n\nAgain, at this, with his sweet ironic face, he made a movement on the pillow. <|Q|>\u201cAh, you can\u2019t get off with that!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI was silent a little, and it was I, now, I think, who changed color. \u201cMy dear, I don\u2019t want to get off!\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_33": "\u201d and opening the door of the closet, showed him the sweetmeat-seller within, drugged and senseless. Then he aroused him and he opened his eyes and finding himself in presence of Mercury Ali and Calamity Ahmad and the Forty, started up and said, \u201cWhere am I and who hath laid hands on me?\u201d Replied Shuman, \u201c\u2019Twas I laid hands on thee;\u201d and Ali cried, \u201cO perfidious wretch, wilt thou play thy pranks on me?\u201d And he would have slain him: but Hasan said to him, \u201cHold thy hand for this fellow is become thy kinsman.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cHow my kinsman?\u201d<|Q|> quoth Ali; and quoth Hasan, \u201cThis is Ahmad al-Lakit son of Zaynab\u2019s sister.\u201d Then said Ali to the prisoner, \u201cWhy didst thou thus, O Lakit?\u201d and he replied, \u201cMy grandmother, Dalilah the Wily, bade me do it; only because Zurayk the fishmonger foregathered with the old woman and said, \u2018Mercury Ali of Cairo is a sharper and a past master in knavery, and he will certainly slay the Jew and bring hither the dress.\u2019 So she sent for me and said to me, \u2018O Ahmad, dost thou know Ali of Cairo?\u2019 Answered I, \u2018Indeed I do and \u2019twas I directed him to Ahmad al-Danaf\u2019s lodging when he first came to Baghdad.\u2019 Quoth she, \u2018Go and set thy nets for him, and if he have brought back the gear, put a cheat on him and take it from him.\u2019 So I went round about the highways of the city, till I met a sweetmeat-seller and buying his clothes and stock-in-trade and gear for ten dinars, did what was done", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_6": "\u201d Now suddenly there came a rap at the door and the maid said, \u201cWho is at the door?\u201d The knocker replied, \u201cKamar, daughter of Azariah the Jew; say me, is Ali of Cairo with you?\u201d Replied the broker\u2019s daughter, \u201cO thou daughter of a dog! If he be with us, what wilt thou with him? Go down, O maid, and open to her.\u201d So the maid let her in, and when she looked upon Ali and he upon her, he said, <|Q|>\u201cWhat bringeth thee hither O dog\u2019s daughter?\u201d<|Q|> Quoth she, \u201cI testify that there is no god but the God and I testify that Mohammed is the Apostle of God.\u201d And, having thus Islamised, she asked him, \u201cDo men in the Faith of Al-Islam give marriage portions to women or do women dower men?\u201d Quoth he, \u201cMen endow women.\u201d \u201cThen,\u201d said she, \u201cI come and dower myself for thee, bringing thee, as my marriage-portion, my dress together with the rod and charger and chains and the head of my father, the enemy of thee and the foeman of Allah", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_35": "\u201d Replied Shuman, \u201c\u2019Twas I laid hands on thee;\u201d and Ali cried, \u201cO perfidious wretch, wilt thou play thy pranks on me?\u201d And he would have slain him: but Hasan said to him, \u201cHold thy hand for this fellow is become thy kinsman.\u201d \u201cHow my kinsman?\u201d quoth Ali; and quoth Hasan, \u201cThis is Ahmad al-Lakit son of Zaynab\u2019s sister.\u201d Then said Ali to the prisoner, <|Q|>\u201cWhy didst thou thus, O Lakit?\u201d<|Q|> and he replied, \u201cMy grandmother, Dalilah the Wily, bade me do it; only because Zurayk the fishmonger foregathered with the old woman and said, \u2018Mercury Ali of Cairo is a sharper and a past master in knavery, and he will certainly slay the Jew and bring hither the dress.\u2019 So she sent for me and said to me, \u2018O Ahmad, dost thou know Ali of Cairo?\u2019 Answered I, \u2018Indeed I do and \u2019twas I directed him to Ahmad al-Danaf\u2019s lodging when he first came to Baghdad.\u2019 Quoth she, \u2018Go and set thy nets for him, and if he have brought back the gear, put a cheat on him and take it from him.\u2019 So I went round about the highways of the city, till I met a sweetmeat-seller and buying his clothes and stock-in-trade and gear for ten dinars, did what was done", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_37": "\u201cMy grandmother, Dalilah the Wily, bade me do it; only because Zurayk the fishmonger foregathered with the old woman and said, \u2018Mercury Ali of Cairo is a sharper and a past master in knavery, and he will certainly slay the Jew and bring hither the dress.\u2019 So she sent for me and said to me, \u2018O Ahmad, dost thou know Ali of Cairo?\u2019 Answered I, \u2018Indeed I do and \u2019twas I directed him to Ahmad al-Danaf\u2019s lodging when he first came to Baghdad.\u2019 Quoth she, \u2018Go and set thy nets for him, and if he have brought back the gear, put a cheat on him and take it from him.\u2019 So I went round about the highways of the city, till I met a sweetmeat-seller and buying his clothes and stock-in-trade and gear for ten dinars, did what was done.\u201d Thereupon quoth Ali, <|Q|>\u201cGo back to thy grandmother and Zurayk, and tell them that I have brought the gear and the Jew\u2019s head and say to them: \u2014 Meet me to-morrow at the Caliph\u2019s Divan, there to receive Zaynab\u2019s dowry.\u201d<|Q|> And Calamity Ahmad rejoiced in this and said, \u201cWe have not wasted our pains in rearing thee, O Ali!\u201d Next morning Ali took the dress, the charger, the rod and the chains of gold, together with the head of Azariah the Jew mounted on a pike, and went up, accompanied by Ahmad al-Danaf and the Forty, to the Divan, where they kissed ground before the Caliph \u2014 \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_69": "\u201cMy longing bred of love with mine unease for ever grows; * Nor against all the wrongs of time one succourer arose: When Pleiads and the Fishes show in sky the rise I watch, * As worshipper within whose breast a pious burning glows: For Star o\u2019 Morn I speer until at last when it is seen, * I\u2019m madded with my passion and my fancy\u2019s woes and throes: I swear by you that never from your love have I been loosed; * Naught am I save a watcher who of slumber nothing knows! Though hard appear my hope to win, though languor aye increase, * And after thee my patience fails and ne\u2019er a helper shows; Yet will I wait till Allah shall be pleased to join our loves; * I\u2019ll mortify the jealous and I\u2019ll mock me of my foes.\u201d\n\nWhen he ended his verse he swooned away and the Wazir sprinkled rose-water on him, till the Prince came to himself, when the Minister said to him, <|Q|>\u201cO King\u2019s son, possess thy soul in patience; for the consequence of patience is consolation, and behold, thou art on the way to whatso thou wishest.\u201d<|Q|> And he ceased not to bespeak him fair and comfort him till his trouble subsided; and they continued their journey with all diligence. Presently, the Prince again became impatient of the length of the way and bethought him of his beloved and recited these couplets,\n\n\u201cLongsome is absence, restlessness increaseth and despite; * And burn my vitals in the blaze my love and longings light: Grows my hair gray from pains and pangs which I am doom\u00e8d bear * For pine, while tear-floods stream from eyes and sore offend my sight: I swear, O Hope of me, O End of every wish and will, * By Him who made mankind and every branch with leafage dight, A passion-load for thee, O my Desire, I must endure, * And boast I that to bear such load no lover hath the might. Question the Night of me and Night thy soul shall satisfy * Mine eyelids never close in sleep throughout the livelong night.\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_39": "When it was the Seven Hundred and Nineteenth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Ali the Cairene went up to the Caliph\u2019s Divan, accompanied by his uncle Ahmad al-Danaf and his lads they kissed ground before the Caliph who turned and seeing a youth of the most valiant aspect, enquired of Calamity Ahmad concerning him and he replied, <|Q|>\u201cO Commander of the Faithful, this is Mercury Ali the Egyptian captain of the brave boys of Cairo, and he is the first of my lads.\u201d<|Q|> And the Caliph loved him for the valour that shone from between his eyes, testifying for him and not against him. Then Ali rose; and, casting the Jew\u2019s head down before him, said, \u201cMay thine every enemy be like this one, O Prince of True Believers!\u201d Quoth Al-Rashid, \u201cWhose head is this?\u201d; and quoth Ali, \u201c\u2019Tis the head of Azariah the Jew.\u201d \u201cWho slew him?\u201d asked the Caliph. So Ali related to him all that had passed, from first to last, and the Caliph said,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_40": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Ali the Cairene went up to the Caliph\u2019s Divan, accompanied by his uncle Ahmad al-Danaf and his lads they kissed ground before the Caliph who turned and seeing a youth of the most valiant aspect, enquired of Calamity Ahmad concerning him and he replied, \u201cO Commander of the Faithful, this is Mercury Ali the Egyptian captain of the brave boys of Cairo, and he is the first of my lads.\u201d And the Caliph loved him for the valour that shone from between his eyes, testifying for him and not against him. Then Ali rose; and, casting the Jew\u2019s head down before him, said, <|Q|>\u201cMay thine every enemy be like this one, O Prince of True Believers!\u201d<|Q|> Quoth Al-Rashid, \u201cWhose head is this?\u201d; and quoth Ali, \u201c\u2019Tis the head of Azariah the Jew.\u201d \u201cWho slew him?\u201d asked the Caliph. So Ali related to him all that had passed, from first to last, and the Caliph said, \u201cI had not thought thou wouldst kill him, for that he was a sorcerer.\u201d Ali replied, \u201cO Commander of the Faithful, my Lord made me prevail to his slaughter", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_41": "\u201cO Commander of the Faithful, this is Mercury Ali the Egyptian captain of the brave boys of Cairo, and he is the first of my lads.\u201d And the Caliph loved him for the valour that shone from between his eyes, testifying for him and not against him. Then Ali rose; and, casting the Jew\u2019s head down before him, said, \u201cMay thine every enemy be like this one, O Prince of True Believers!\u201d Quoth Al-Rashid, \u201cWhose head is this?\u201d; and quoth Ali, <|Q|>\u201c\u2019Tis the head of Azariah the Jew.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cWho slew him?\u201d asked the Caliph. So Ali related to him all that had passed, from first to last, and the Caliph said, \u201cI had not thought thou wouldst kill him, for that he was a sorcerer.\u201d Ali replied, \u201cO Commander of the Faithful, my Lord made me prevail to his slaughter.\u201d Then the Caliph sent the Chief of Police to the Jew\u2019s palace, where he found him lying headless; so he laid the body on a bier,[FN#259] and carried it to Al-Rashid, who commanded to burn it. Whereat, behold, up came Kamar and kissing the ground before the Caliph, informed him that she was the daughter of Jew Azariah and that she had become a Moslemah. Then she renewed her profession of Faith before the Commander of the Faithful and said to him", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_42": "\u201d And the Caliph loved him for the valour that shone from between his eyes, testifying for him and not against him. Then Ali rose; and, casting the Jew\u2019s head down before him, said, \u201cMay thine every enemy be like this one, O Prince of True Believers!\u201d Quoth Al-Rashid, \u201cWhose head is this?\u201d; and quoth Ali, \u201c\u2019Tis the head of Azariah the Jew.\u201d \u201cWho slew him?\u201d asked the Caliph. So Ali related to him all that had passed, from first to last, and the Caliph said, <|Q|>\u201cI had not thought thou wouldst kill him, for that he was a sorcerer.\u201d<|Q|> Ali replied, \u201cO Commander of the Faithful, my Lord made me prevail to his slaughter.\u201d Then the Caliph sent the Chief of Police to the Jew\u2019s palace, where he found him lying headless; so he laid the body on a bier,[FN#259] and carried it to Al-Rashid, who commanded to burn it. Whereat, behold, up came Kamar and kissing the ground before the Caliph, informed him that she was the daughter of Jew Azariah and that she had become a Moslemah. Then she renewed her profession of Faith before the Commander of the Faithful and said to him", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_17_james_64kb_35": "He said it with admirable serenity, with positive unimpeachable gaiety; and doubtless it was that very note that most evoked for me the poignancy, the unnatural childish tragedy, of his probable reappearance at the end of three months with all this bravado and still more dishonor. It overwhelmed me now that I should never be able to bear that, and it made me let myself go. I threw myself upon him and in the tenderness of my pity I embraced him. <|Q|>\u201cDear little Miles, dear little Miles \u2014 !\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy face was close to his, and he let me kiss him, simply taking it with indulgent good humor. \u201cWell, old lady?\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_44": "\u201d Then the Caliph sent the Chief of Police to the Jew\u2019s palace, where he found him lying headless; so he laid the body on a bier,[FN#259] and carried it to Al-Rashid, who commanded to burn it. Whereat, behold, up came Kamar and kissing the ground before the Caliph, informed him that she was the daughter of Jew Azariah and that she had become a Moslemah. Then she renewed her profession of Faith before the Commander of the Faithful and said to him <|Q|>\u201cBe thou my intercessor with Sharper Ali that he take me to wife.\u201d<|Q|> She also appointed him her guardian to consent to her marriage with the Cairene, to whom he gave the Jew\u2019s palace and all its contents, saying, \u201cAsk a boon of me.\u201d Quoth Ali, \u201cI beg of thee to let me stand on thy carpet and eat of thy table;\u201d and quoth the Caliph, \u201cO Ali, hast thou any lads?\u201d He replied, \u201cI have forty lads; but they are in Cairo.\u201d Rejoined the Caliph,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_46": "\u201d Then the Caliph sent the Chief of Police to the Jew\u2019s palace, where he found him lying headless; so he laid the body on a bier,[FN#259] and carried it to Al-Rashid, who commanded to burn it. Whereat, behold, up came Kamar and kissing the ground before the Caliph, informed him that she was the daughter of Jew Azariah and that she had become a Moslemah. Then she renewed her profession of Faith before the Commander of the Faithful and said to him \u201cBe thou my intercessor with Sharper Ali that he take me to wife.\u201d She also appointed him her guardian to consent to her marriage with the Cairene, to whom he gave the Jew\u2019s palace and all its contents, saying, \u201cAsk a boon of me.\u201d Quoth Ali, <|Q|>\u201cI beg of thee to let me stand on thy carpet and eat of thy table;\u201d<|Q|> and quoth the Caliph, \u201cO Ali, hast thou any lads?\u201d He replied, \u201cI have forty lads; but they are in Cairo.\u201d Rejoined the Caliph, \u201cSend to Cairo and fetch them hither,\u201d presently adding, \u201cBut, O Ali, hast thou a barrack for them?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d answered Ali; and Hasan Shuman said, \u201cI make him a present of my barrack with all that is therein, O Commander of the Faithful", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_17": "\u201d So Ali took a piece and ate it and fell down senseless, for there was Bhang therein; whereupon the sweetmeat-seller seized the dress and the charger and the rest of the gear and thrusting them into the box where he kept his sweetmeats hoisted it up and made off. Presently he met a Kazi, who called to him, saying, \u201cCome hither, O sweetmeat seller!\u201d So he went up to him and setting down his sack laid the tray of sweetmeats upon it and asked, \u201cWhat dost thou want?\u201d <|Q|>\u201cHalw\u00e1 and drag\u00e9es,[FN#256]\u201d<|Q|> answered the Kazi and, taking some in his hand, said, \u201cBoth of these are adulterated.\u201d Then he brought out sweetmeats from his breast-pocket[FN#257] and gave them to the sweetmeat-seller, saying, \u201cLook at this fashion; how excellent it is! Eat of it and make the like of it.\u201d So he ate and fell down senseless, for the sweetmeats were drugged with Bhang, whereupon the Kazi bundled him into the sack and made off with him, charger and chest and all, to the barrack of the Forty. Now the Judge in question was Hasan Shuman and the reason of this was as follows. When Ali had been gone some days in quest of the dress and they heard no news of him, Calamity Ahmad said to his men,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_19": "\u201cCome hither, O sweetmeat seller!\u201d So he went up to him and setting down his sack laid the tray of sweetmeats upon it and asked, \u201cWhat dost thou want?\u201d \u201cHalw\u00e1 and drag\u00e9es,[FN#256]\u201d answered the Kazi and, taking some in his hand, said, \u201cBoth of these are adulterated.\u201d Then he brought out sweetmeats from his breast-pocket[FN#257] and gave them to the sweetmeat-seller, saying, <|Q|>\u201cLook at this fashion; how excellent it is! Eat of it and make the like of it.\u201d<|Q|> So he ate and fell down senseless, for the sweetmeats were drugged with Bhang, whereupon the Kazi bundled him into the sack and made off with him, charger and chest and all, to the barrack of the Forty. Now the Judge in question was Hasan Shuman and the reason of this was as follows. When Ali had been gone some days in quest of the dress and they heard no news of him, Calamity Ahmad said to his men, \u201cO lads, go and seek for your brother Ali of Cairo", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_8": "I agreed with an inward shudder that it was very deep, thinking privately that, if this was a specimen of Bingo's usual treatment of the natives, it would be odd if he did not find himself deeper still before -- probably just before -- he died.\n\n<|Q|>'Poor faithful old doggie!'<|Q|> murmured Mrs. Currie; 'he thought Tacks was a nasty burglar, didn't he? he wasn't going to see Master robbed, was he?'\n\n'Capital house-dog, sir,' struck in the Colonel. 'Gad, I shall never forget how he made poor Heavisides run for it the other day! Ever met Heavisides of the Bombay Fusiliers? Well, Heavisides was staying here, and the dog met him one morning as he was coming down from the bath-room. Didn't recognise him in \"pyjamas\" and a dressing-gown, of course, and made at him. He kept poor old Heavisides outside the landing window on the top of the cistern for a quarter of an hour, till I had to come and raise the siege!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_9": "I agreed with an inward shudder that it was very deep, thinking privately that, if this was a specimen of Bingo's usual treatment of the natives, it would be odd if he did not find himself deeper still before -- probably just before -- he died.\n\n'Poor faithful old doggie!' murmured Mrs. Currie; <|Q|>'he thought Tacks was a nasty burglar, didn't he? he wasn't going to see Master robbed, was he?'<|Q|>\n\n'Capital house-dog, sir,' struck in the Colonel. 'Gad, I shall never forget how he made poor Heavisides run for it the other day! Ever met Heavisides of the Bombay Fusiliers? Well, Heavisides was staying here, and the dog met him one morning as he was coming down from the bath-room. Didn't recognise him in \"pyjamas\" and a dressing-gown, of course, and made at him. He kept poor old Heavisides outside the landing window on the top of the cistern for a quarter of an hour, till I had to come and raise the siege!'", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_50": "\u201d She also appointed him her guardian to consent to her marriage with the Cairene, to whom he gave the Jew\u2019s palace and all its contents, saying, \u201cAsk a boon of me.\u201d Quoth Ali, \u201cI beg of thee to let me stand on thy carpet and eat of thy table;\u201d and quoth the Caliph, \u201cO Ali, hast thou any lads?\u201d He replied, \u201cI have forty lads; but they are in Cairo.\u201d Rejoined the Caliph, \u201cSend to Cairo and fetch them hither,\u201d presently adding, <|Q|>\u201cBut, O Ali, hast thou a barrack for them?\u201d<|Q|> \u201cNo,\u201d answered Ali; and Hasan Shuman said, \u201cI make him a present of my barrack with all that is therein, O Commander of the Faithful.\u201d However, the Caliph retorted, saying, \u201cThy lodging is thine own, O Hasan;\u201d and he bade his treasurer give the court architect ten thousand dinars, that he might build Ali a hall with four da\u00efses and forty sleeping-closets for his lads. Then said he, \u201cO Ali, hast thou any further wish, that we may command its fulfilment?\u201d; and said Ali,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_51": "\u201d Quoth Ali, \u201cI beg of thee to let me stand on thy carpet and eat of thy table;\u201d and quoth the Caliph, \u201cO Ali, hast thou any lads?\u201d He replied, \u201cI have forty lads; but they are in Cairo.\u201d Rejoined the Caliph, \u201cSend to Cairo and fetch them hither,\u201d presently adding, \u201cBut, O Ali, hast thou a barrack for them?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d answered Ali; and Hasan Shuman said, <|Q|>\u201cI make him a present of my barrack with all that is therein, O Commander of the Faithful.\u201d<|Q|> However, the Caliph retorted, saying, \u201cThy lodging is thine own, O Hasan;\u201d and he bade his treasurer give the court architect ten thousand dinars, that he might build Ali a hall with four da\u00efses and forty sleeping-closets for his lads. Then said he, \u201cO Ali, hast thou any further wish, that we may command its fulfilment?\u201d; and said Ali, \u201cO King of the age, be thou my intercessor with Dalilah the Wily that she give me her daughter Zaynab to wife and take the dress and gear of Azariah\u2019s girl in lieu of dower", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_52": "\u201cO Ali, hast thou any lads?\u201d He replied, \u201cI have forty lads; but they are in Cairo.\u201d Rejoined the Caliph, \u201cSend to Cairo and fetch them hither,\u201d presently adding, \u201cBut, O Ali, hast thou a barrack for them?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d answered Ali; and Hasan Shuman said, \u201cI make him a present of my barrack with all that is therein, O Commander of the Faithful.\u201d However, the Caliph retorted, saying, <|Q|>\u201cThy lodging is thine own, O Hasan;\u201d<|Q|> and he bade his treasurer give the court architect ten thousand dinars, that he might build Ali a hall with four da\u00efses and forty sleeping-closets for his lads. Then said he, \u201cO Ali, hast thou any further wish, that we may command its fulfilment?\u201d; and said Ali, \u201cO King of the age, be thou my intercessor with Dalilah the Wily that she give me her daughter Zaynab to wife and take the dress and gear of Azariah\u2019s girl in lieu of dower", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_15": "He stood there, not two yards from his favourite's body! Fortunately it was unusually dark that evening.\n\n'Ha, there you are, eh?' he began heartily; <|Q|>'don't rise, my boy, don't rise.'<|Q|> I was trying to put myself in front of the poodle, and did not rise -- at least, only my hair did.\n\n'You're out late, ain't you?' he went on; 'laying out your garden, hey?'", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_54": "\u201d Dalilah accepted the Caliph\u2019s intercession and accepted the charger and dress and what not, and they drew up the marriage contracts between Ali and Zaynab and Kamar, the Jew\u2019s daughter and the broker\u2019s daughter and the handmaid. Moreover, the Caliph assigned him a solde with a table morning and evening, and stipends and allowances for fodder; all of the most liberal. Then Ali the Cairene fell to making ready for the wedding festivities and, after thirty days, he sent a letter to his comrades in Cairo, wherein he gave them to know of the favours and honours which the Caliph had bestowed upon him and said, <|Q|>\u201cI have married four maidens and needs must ye come to the wedding.\u201d<|Q|> So, after a reasonable time the forty lads arrived and they held high festival; he homed them in his barrack and entreated them with the utmost regard and presented them to the Caliph, who bestowed on them robes of honour and largesse. Then the tiring-women displayed Zaynab before Ali in the dress of the Jew\u2019s daughter, and he went in unto her and found her a pearl unthridden and a filly by all save himself unridden. Then he went in unto the three other maidens and found them accomplished in beauty and loveliness. After this it befel that Ali of Cairo was one night on guard by the Caliph who said to him,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_55": "\u201d So, after a reasonable time the forty lads arrived and they held high festival; he homed them in his barrack and entreated them with the utmost regard and presented them to the Caliph, who bestowed on them robes of honour and largesse. Then the tiring-women displayed Zaynab before Ali in the dress of the Jew\u2019s daughter, and he went in unto her and found her a pearl unthridden and a filly by all save himself unridden. Then he went in unto the three other maidens and found them accomplished in beauty and loveliness. After this it befel that Ali of Cairo was one night on guard by the Caliph who said to him, <|Q|>\u201cI wish thee O Ali, to tell me all that hath befallen thee from first to last with Dalilah the Wily and Zaynab the Coney-catcher and Zurayk the Fishmonger.\u201d<|Q|> So Ali related to him all his adventures and the Commander of the Faithful bade record them and lay them up in the royal muniment-rooms. So they wrote down all that had befallen him and kept it in store with other histories for the people of Mohammed the Best of Men. And Ali and his wives and comrades abode in all solace of life, and its joyance, till there came to them the Destroyer of Delights and Sunderer of Societies; and Allah (be He extolled and exalted!) is All-knowing![FN#260] And also men relate the tale of", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_18": "But I couldn't. I could have told him at my own time, in a prepared form of words -- but not then. I felt I must use all my wits to gain time and fence with the questions.\n\n'Why,' I said with a leaden airiness, <|Q|>'he hasn't given you the slip, has he?'<|Q|>\n\n'Never did such a thing in his life!' said the Colonel, warmly; 'he rushed off after a rat or a frog or something a few minutes ago, and as I stopped to light another cheroot I lost sight of him. I thought I saw him slip in under your gate, but I've been calling him from the front there and he won't come out.'", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_56": "ARDASHIR AND HAYAT AL-NUFUS.[FN#261]\n\nThere was once in the city of Sh\u00edr\u00e1z a mighty King called Sayf al-A\u2019azam Shah, who had grown old, without being blessed with a son. So he summoned the physicists and physicians and said to them, <|Q|>\u201cI am now in years and ye know my case and the state of the kingdom and its ordinance; and I fear for my subjects after me; for that up to this present I have not been vouchsafed a son.\u201d<|Q|> Thereupon they replied, \u201cWe will compound thee a somewhat of drugs wherein shall be efficacy, if it please Almighty Allah!\u201d So they mixed him drugs, which he used and knew his wife carnally, and she conceived by leave of the Most High Lord, who saith to a thing, \u201cBe,\u201d and it becometh. When her months were accomplished, she gave birth to a male child like the moon, whom his father named Ardashir,[FN#262] and he grew up and throve and applied himself to the study of learning and letters, till he attained the age of fifteen. Now there was in Al-Irak a King called Abd al-K\u00e1dir who had a daughter, by name Hay\u00e1t al-Nuf\u00fas, and she was like the rising full moon, but she had an hatred for men and the folk very hardly dared name mankind in her presence. The Kings of the Chosro\u00ebs had sought her in marriage of her sire; but, when he spoke with her thereof, she said,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_21": "' said the Colonel, warmly; 'he rushed off after a rat or a frog or something a few minutes ago, and as I stopped to light another cheroot I lost sight of him. I thought I saw him slip in under your gate, but I've been calling him from the front there and he won't come out.'\n\nNo, and he never would come out any more. But the Colonel must not be told that just yet. I temporised again: 'If,' I said unsteadily, <|Q|>'if he had slipped in under the gate, I should have seen him. Perhaps he took it into his head to run home?'<|Q|>\n\n'Oh, I shall find him on the doorstep, I expect, the knowing old scamp! Why, what d'ye think was the last thing he did, now?'", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_59": "\u201d Now Prince Ardashir heard of her fame and fell in love with her and told his father who, seeing his case, took pity on him and promised him day by day that he should marry her. So he despatched his Wazir to demand her in wedlock, but King Abd al-Kadir refused, and when the Minister returned to King Sayf al-A\u2019azam and acquainted him with what had befallen his mission and the failure thereof, he was wroth with exceeding wrath and cried, <|Q|>\u201cShall the like of me send to one of the Kings on a requisition and he accomplish it not?\u201d<|Q|> Then he bade a herald make proclamation to his troops, bidding them bring out the tents and equip them for war with all diligence, though they should borrow money for the necessary expenses; and he said, \u201cI will on no wise turn back, till I have laid waste King Abd al-Kadir\u2019s dominions and slain his men and plundered his treasures and blotted out his traces!\u201d When the report of this reached Ardashir he rose from his carpet-bed, and going in to his father, kissed ground[FN#263] between his hands and said,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_61": "\u201d Then he bade a herald make proclamation to his troops, bidding them bring out the tents and equip them for war with all diligence, though they should borrow money for the necessary expenses; and he said, \u201cI will on no wise turn back, till I have laid waste King Abd al-Kadir\u2019s dominions and slain his men and plundered his treasures and blotted out his traces!\u201d When the report of this reached Ardashir he rose from his carpet-bed, and going in to his father, kissed ground[FN#263] between his hands and said, <|Q|>\u201cO mighty King, trouble not thyself with aught of this thing\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seven Hundred and Twentieth Night,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_60": "\u201d Now Prince Ardashir heard of her fame and fell in love with her and told his father who, seeing his case, took pity on him and promised him day by day that he should marry her. So he despatched his Wazir to demand her in wedlock, but King Abd al-Kadir refused, and when the Minister returned to King Sayf al-A\u2019azam and acquainted him with what had befallen his mission and the failure thereof, he was wroth with exceeding wrath and cried, \u201cShall the like of me send to one of the Kings on a requisition and he accomplish it not?\u201d Then he bade a herald make proclamation to his troops, bidding them bring out the tents and equip them for war with all diligence, though they should borrow money for the necessary expenses; and he said, <|Q|>\u201cI will on no wise turn back, till I have laid waste King Abd al-Kadir\u2019s dominions and slain his men and plundered his treasures and blotted out his traces!\u201d<|Q|> When the report of this reached Ardashir he rose from his carpet-bed, and going in to his father, kissed ground[FN#263] between his hands and said, \u201cO mighty King, trouble not thyself with aught of this thing\u201d \u2014 \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seven Hundred and Twentieth Night,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_63": "\u201cO mighty King, trouble not thy soul with aught of this thing and levy not thy champions and armies neither spend thy monies. Thou art stronger than he, and if thou loose upon him this thy host, thou wilt lay waste his cities and dominions and spoil his good and slay his strong men and himself; but when his daughter shall come to know what hath befallen her father and his people by reason of her, she will slay herself, and I shall die on her account; for I can never live after her; no, never.\u201d Asked the King, <|Q|>\u201cAnd what then thinkest thou to do, O my son?\u201d<|Q|> and the Prince answered, \u201cI will don a merchant\u2019s habit and cast about how I may win to the Princess and compass my desire of her.\u201d Quoth Sayf al-A\u2019azam, \u201cArt thou determined upon this?\u201d; and quoth the Prince, \u201cYes, O my sire;\u201d whereupon the King called to his Wazir, and said to him, \u201cDo thou journey with my son, the core of my heart, and help him to win his will and watch over him and guide him with thy sound judgment, for thou standest to him even in my stead", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_65": "\u201cO mighty King, trouble not thy soul with aught of this thing and levy not thy champions and armies neither spend thy monies. Thou art stronger than he, and if thou loose upon him this thy host, thou wilt lay waste his cities and dominions and spoil his good and slay his strong men and himself; but when his daughter shall come to know what hath befallen her father and his people by reason of her, she will slay herself, and I shall die on her account; for I can never live after her; no, never.\u201d Asked the King, \u201cAnd what then thinkest thou to do, O my son?\u201d and the Prince answered, \u201cI will don a merchant\u2019s habit and cast about how I may win to the Princess and compass my desire of her.\u201d Quoth Sayf al-A\u2019azam, \u201cArt thou determined upon this?\u201d; and quoth the Prince, <|Q|>\u201cYes, O my sire;\u201d<|Q|> whereupon the King called to his Wazir, and said to him, \u201cDo thou journey with my son, the core of my heart, and help him to win his will and watch over him and guide him with thy sound judgment, for thou standest to him even in my stead.\u201d \u201cI hear and obey,\u201d answered the Minister; and the King gave his son three hundred thousand dinars in gold and great store of jewels and precious stones and goldsmiths\u2019 ware and stuffs and other things of price. Then Prince Ardashir went in to his mother and kissed her hands and asked her blessing. She blessed him and, forthright opening her treasures, brought out to him necklaces and trinkets and apparel and all manner of other costly objects hoarded up from the time of the bygone Kings, whose price might not be evened with coin. Moreover, he took with him of his Mamelukes and negro-slaves and cattle all that he needed for the road and clad himself and the Wazir and their company in traders\u2019 gear. Then he farewelled his parents and kinsfolk and friends; and, setting out, fared on over wolds and wastes all hours of the day and watches of the night; and whenas the way was longsome upon him he improvised these couplets,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_64": "\u201cO mighty King, trouble not thy soul with aught of this thing and levy not thy champions and armies neither spend thy monies. Thou art stronger than he, and if thou loose upon him this thy host, thou wilt lay waste his cities and dominions and spoil his good and slay his strong men and himself; but when his daughter shall come to know what hath befallen her father and his people by reason of her, she will slay herself, and I shall die on her account; for I can never live after her; no, never.\u201d Asked the King, \u201cAnd what then thinkest thou to do, O my son?\u201d and the Prince answered, <|Q|>\u201cI will don a merchant\u2019s habit and cast about how I may win to the Princess and compass my desire of her.\u201d<|Q|> Quoth Sayf al-A\u2019azam, \u201cArt thou determined upon this?\u201d; and quoth the Prince, \u201cYes, O my sire;\u201d whereupon the King called to his Wazir, and said to him, \u201cDo thou journey with my son, the core of my heart, and help him to win his will and watch over him and guide him with thy sound judgment, for thou standest to him even in my stead.\u201d \u201cI hear and obey,\u201d answered the Minister; and the King gave his son three hundred thousand dinars in gold and great store of jewels and precious stones and goldsmiths\u2019 ware and stuffs and other things of price. Then Prince Ardashir went in to his mother and kissed her hands and asked her blessing. She blessed him and, forthright opening her treasures, brought out to him necklaces and trinkets and apparel and all manner of other costly objects hoarded up from the time of the bygone Kings, whose price might not be evened with coin. Moreover, he took with him of his Mamelukes and negro-slaves and cattle all that he needed for the road and clad himself and the Wazir and their company in traders\u2019 gear. Then he farewelled his parents and kinsfolk and friends; and, setting out, fared on over wolds and wastes all hours of the day and watches of the night; and whenas the way was longsome upon him he improvised these couplets,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_66": "\u201cO mighty King, trouble not thy soul with aught of this thing and levy not thy champions and armies neither spend thy monies. Thou art stronger than he, and if thou loose upon him this thy host, thou wilt lay waste his cities and dominions and spoil his good and slay his strong men and himself; but when his daughter shall come to know what hath befallen her father and his people by reason of her, she will slay herself, and I shall die on her account; for I can never live after her; no, never.\u201d Asked the King, \u201cAnd what then thinkest thou to do, O my son?\u201d and the Prince answered, \u201cI will don a merchant\u2019s habit and cast about how I may win to the Princess and compass my desire of her.\u201d Quoth Sayf al-A\u2019azam, \u201cArt thou determined upon this?\u201d; and quoth the Prince, \u201cYes, O my sire;\u201d whereupon the King called to his Wazir, and said to him, <|Q|>\u201cDo thou journey with my son, the core of my heart, and help him to win his will and watch over him and guide him with thy sound judgment, for thou standest to him even in my stead.\u201d<|Q|> \u201cI hear and obey,\u201d answered the Minister; and the King gave his son three hundred thousand dinars in gold and great store of jewels and precious stones and goldsmiths\u2019 ware and stuffs and other things of price. Then Prince Ardashir went in to his mother and kissed her hands and asked her blessing. She blessed him and, forthright opening her treasures, brought out to him necklaces and trinkets and apparel and all manner of other costly objects hoarded up from the time of the bygone Kings, whose price might not be evened with coin. Moreover, he took with him of his Mamelukes and negro-slaves and cattle all that he needed for the road and clad himself and the Wazir and their company in traders\u2019 gear. Then he farewelled his parents and kinsfolk and friends; and, setting out, fared on over wolds and wastes all hours of the day and watches of the night; and whenas the way was longsome upon him he improvised these couplets,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_67": "\u201cI will don a merchant\u2019s habit and cast about how I may win to the Princess and compass my desire of her.\u201d Quoth Sayf al-A\u2019azam, \u201cArt thou determined upon this?\u201d; and quoth the Prince, \u201cYes, O my sire;\u201d whereupon the King called to his Wazir, and said to him, \u201cDo thou journey with my son, the core of my heart, and help him to win his will and watch over him and guide him with thy sound judgment, for thou standest to him even in my stead.\u201d <|Q|>\u201cI hear and obey,\u201d<|Q|> answered the Minister; and the King gave his son three hundred thousand dinars in gold and great store of jewels and precious stones and goldsmiths\u2019 ware and stuffs and other things of price. Then Prince Ardashir went in to his mother and kissed her hands and asked her blessing. She blessed him and, forthright opening her treasures, brought out to him necklaces and trinkets and apparel and all manner of other costly objects hoarded up from the time of the bygone Kings, whose price might not be evened with coin. Moreover, he took with him of his Mamelukes and negro-slaves and cattle all that he needed for the road and clad himself and the Wazir and their company in traders\u2019 gear. Then he farewelled his parents and kinsfolk and friends; and, setting out, fared on over wolds and wastes all hours of the day and watches of the night; and whenas the way was longsome upon him he improvised these couplets,", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_71": "\u201cLongsome is absence, restlessness increaseth and despite; * And burn my vitals in the blaze my love and longings light: Grows my hair gray from pains and pangs which I am doom\u00e8d bear * For pine, while tear-floods stream from eyes and sore offend my sight: I swear, O Hope of me, O End of every wish and will, * By Him who made mankind and every branch with leafage dight, A passion-load for thee, O my Desire, I must endure, * And boast I that to bear such load no lover hath the might. Question the Night of me and Night thy soul shall satisfy * Mine eyelids never close in sleep throughout the livelong night.\u201d\n\nThen he wept with sore weeping and \u2018plained of that he suffered for stress of love-longing; but the Wazir comforted him and spoke him fair, promising him the winning of his wish; after which they fared on again for a few days, when they drew near to the White City, the capital of King Abd al-Kadir, soon after sunrise. Then said the Minister to the Prince, <|Q|>\u201cRejoice, O King\u2019s son, in all good; for see, yonder is the White City, that which thou seekest.\u201d<|Q|> Whereat the Prince rejoiced with exceeding joy and recited these couplets,\n\n\u201cMy friends, I yearn in heart distraught for him; * Longing abides and with sore pains I brim: I mourn like childless mother, nor can find * One to console me when the light grows dim; Yet when the breezes blow from off thy land, * I feel their freshness shed on heart and limb; And rail mine eyes like water-laden clouds, * While in a tear-sea shed by heart I swim.\u201d", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_38": "\u201cMy grandmother, Dalilah the Wily, bade me do it; only because Zurayk the fishmonger foregathered with the old woman and said, \u2018Mercury Ali of Cairo is a sharper and a past master in knavery, and he will certainly slay the Jew and bring hither the dress.\u2019 So she sent for me and said to me, \u2018O Ahmad, dost thou know Ali of Cairo?\u2019 Answered I, \u2018Indeed I do and \u2019twas I directed him to Ahmad al-Danaf\u2019s lodging when he first came to Baghdad.\u2019 Quoth she, \u2018Go and set thy nets for him, and if he have brought back the gear, put a cheat on him and take it from him.\u2019 So I went round about the highways of the city, till I met a sweetmeat-seller and buying his clothes and stock-in-trade and gear for ten dinars, did what was done.\u201d Thereupon quoth Ali, \u201cGo back to thy grandmother and Zurayk, and tell them that I have brought the gear and the Jew\u2019s head and say to them: \u2014 Meet me to-morrow at the Caliph\u2019s Divan, there to receive Zaynab\u2019s dowry.\u201d And Calamity Ahmad rejoiced in this and said, <|Q|>\u201cWe have not wasted our pains in rearing thee, O Ali!\u201d<|Q|> Next morning Ali took the dress, the charger, the rod and the chains of gold, together with the head of Azariah the Jew mounted on a pike, and went up, accompanied by Ahmad al-Danaf and the Forty, to the Divan, where they kissed ground before the Caliph \u2014 \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seven Hundred and Nineteenth Night,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_1": "We had had a house at Hammersmith until just before the period covered by this history, when, our lease expiring, my mother decided that my health required country air at the close of the day, and so we took a 'desirable villa residence' on one of the many new building estates which have lately sprung up in such profusion in the home counties.\n\nWe have called it <|Q|>'Wistaria Villa.'<|Q|> It is a pretty little place, the last of a row of detached villas, each with its tiny rustic carriage gate and gravel sweep in front, and lawn enough for a tennis court behind, which lines the road leading over the hill to the railway station.\n\nI could certainly have wished that our landlord, shortly after giving us the agreement, could have found some other place to hang himself in than one of our attics, for the consequence was that a housemaid left us in violent hysterics about every two months, having learnt the tragedy from the tradespeople, and naturally", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_0": "My name is Algernon Weatherhead, and I may add that I am in one of the Government departments; that I am an only son, and live at home with my mother.\n\nWe had had a house at Hammersmith until just before the period covered by this history, when, our lease expiring, my mother decided that my health required country air at the close of the day, and so we took a <|Q|>'desirable villa residence'<|Q|> on one of the many new building estates which have lately sprung up in such profusion in the home counties.\n\nWe have called it 'Wistaria Villa.' It is a pretty little place, the last of a row of detached villas, each with its tiny rustic carriage gate and gravel sweep in front, and lawn enough for a tennis court behind, which lines the road leading over the hill to the railway station.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_2": "' It is a pretty little place, the last of a row of detached villas, each with its tiny rustic carriage gate and gravel sweep in front, and lawn enough for a tennis court behind, which lines the road leading over the hill to the railway station.\n\nI could certainly have wished that our landlord, shortly after giving us the agreement, could have found some other place to hang himself in than one of our attics, for the consequence was that a housemaid left us in violent hysterics about every two months, having learnt the tragedy from the tradespeople, and naturally <|Q|>'seen a somethink'<|Q|> immediately afterwards.\n\nStill it is a pleasant house, and I can now almost forgive the landlord for what I shall always consider an act of gross selfishness on his part.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_3": "He made me intensely uncomfortable, for I am of a slightly nervous temperament, with a constitutional horror of dogs and a liability to attacks of diffidence on performing the ordinary social rites under the most favourable conditions, and certainly the consciousness that a strange and apparently savage dog was engaged in worrying the heels of my boots was the reverse of reassuring.\n\nThe Currie family received me with all possible kindness: <|Q|>'So charmed to make your acquaintance, Mr. Weatherhead,'<|Q|> said Mrs. Currie, as I shook hands. 'I see,' she added pleasantly, 'you've brought the doggie in with you.' As a matter of fact, I had brought the doggie in at the ends of my coat-tails, but it was evidently no unusual occurrence for visitors to appear in this undignified manner, for she detached him quite as a matter of course, and, as soon as I was sufficiently collected, we fell into conversation.\n\nI discovered that the Colonel and his wife were childless, and the slender willowy figure I had seen across the garden wall was that of Lilian Roseblade, their niece and adopted daughter. She came into the room shortly afterwards, and I felt, as I went through the form of an introduction, that her sweet fresh face, shaded by soft masses of dusky brown hair, more than justified all the dreamy hopes and fancies with which I had looked forward to that moment.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_4": "He made me intensely uncomfortable, for I am of a slightly nervous temperament, with a constitutional horror of dogs and a liability to attacks of diffidence on performing the ordinary social rites under the most favourable conditions, and certainly the consciousness that a strange and apparently savage dog was engaged in worrying the heels of my boots was the reverse of reassuring.\n\nThe Currie family received me with all possible kindness: 'So charmed to make your acquaintance, Mr. Weatherhead,' said Mrs. Currie, as I shook hands. 'I see,' she added pleasantly, <|Q|>'you've brought the doggie in with you.'<|Q|> As a matter of fact, I had brought the doggie in at the ends of my coat-tails, but it was evidently no unusual occurrence for visitors to appear in this undignified manner, for she detached him quite as a matter of course, and, as soon as I was sufficiently collected, we fell into conversation.\n\nI discovered that the Colonel and his wife were childless, and the slender willowy figure I had seen across the garden wall was that of Lilian Roseblade, their niece and adopted daughter. She came into the room shortly afterwards, and I felt, as I went through the form of an introduction, that her sweet fresh face, shaded by soft masses of dusky brown hair, more than justified all the dreamy hopes and fancies with which I had looked forward to that moment.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_17": "When his mother heard this from her, she thanked her and blessed her: then she left her and acquainted her son with what she had said; whereupon his desire for her increased and he took heart, being eased of his despair and the turmoil of his love and care. And he said, \"By Allah, I desire none but her!\"; and he began improvising,\n\n<|Q|>\"Leave this blame, I will list to no flout of my foe! * I divulged a secret was told me to keep: He is lost to my sight for whose union I yearn, * And I watch all the while he can slumber and sleep.\"<|Q|>\n\nSo the days and nights went by whilst Kanmakan lay tossing upon coals of fire,[FN#73] till he reached the age of seventeen; and his beauty had waxt perfect and his wits were at their brightest. One night, as he lay awake, he communed with himself and said, \"Why should I keep silence till I waste away and see not my lover? Fault have I none save poverty; so, by Allah, I am resolved to remove me from this region and wander over the wild and the word; for my position in this city is a torture and I have no friend nor lover therein to comfort me; wherefore I am determined to distract myself by absence from my native land till I die and take my rest after this shame and tribulation", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_5": "I may be wrong, but I cannot think that it is wise to put any poodle upon such a pedestal as that. How this one in particular, as ordinary a quadruped as ever breathed, had contrived to impose thus upon his infatuated proprietors, I never could understand, but so it was -- he even engrossed the chief part of the conversation, which after any lull seemed to veer round to him by a sort of natural law.\n\nI had to endure a long biographical sketch of him -- what a Society paper would call an <|Q|>'anecdotal photo'<|Q|> -- and each fresh anecdote seemed to me to exhibit the depraved malignity of the beast in a more glaring light, and render the doting admiration of the family more astounding than ever.\n\n'Did you tell Mr. Weatherhead, Lily, about Bingo' (Bingo was the poodle's preposterous name) 'and Tacks? No? Oh, I must tell him that -- it'll make him laugh. Tacks is our gardener down in the village (d'ye know Tacks?). Well, Tacks was up here the other day, nailing up some trellis-work at the top of a ladder, and all the time there was Master Bingo sitting quietly at the foot of it looking on, wouldn't leave it on any account. Tacks said he was quite company for him. Well, at last, when Tacks had finished and was coming down, what do you think that rascal there did? Just sneaked quietly up behind and nipped him in both calves and ran off. Been looking out for that the whole time! Ha, ha! -- deep that, eh?'", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_23": "\"Well learnt we, since you left, our grief and sorrow to sustain, * While bows of severance shot their shafts in many a railing rain: They left me, after girthing on their selles of corduwayne * To fight the very pangs of death while spanned they sandy plain: Mysterious through the nightly gloom there came the moan of dove; * A ring dove, and replied I, 'Cease thy plaint, how durst complain?' If, by my life, her heart, like mine, were full of pain and pine * She had not decks her neck with ring nor sole with ruddy stain.[FN#75] Fled is mine own familiar friend, bequeathing me a store * Of parting pang and absence ache to suffer evermore.\"\n\nThen she abstained from food and drink and gave herself up to excessive tear shedding and lamentation. Her grief became public property far and wide and all the people of the town and country side wept with her and cried, \"Where is thine eye, O Zau al- Makan?\" And they bewailed the rigours of Time, saying, <|Q|>\"Would Heaven we knew what hath befallen Kanmakan that he fled his native town, and chased himself from the place where his father used to fill all in hungry case and do justice and grace?\"<|Q|> And his mother redoubled her weeping and wailing till the news of Kanmakan's departure came to King Sasan. \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the One Hundred and Fortieth Night,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_10": "'Poor faithful old doggie!' murmured Mrs. Currie; 'he thought Tacks was a nasty burglar, didn't he? he wasn't going to see Master robbed, was he?'\n\n<|Q|>'Capital house-dog, sir,'<|Q|> struck in the Colonel. 'Gad, I shall never forget how he made poor Heavisides run for it the other day! Ever met Heavisides of the Bombay Fusiliers? Well, Heavisides was staying here, and the dog met him one morning as he was coming down from the bath-room. Didn't recognise him in \"pyjamas\" and a dressing-gown, of course, and made at him. He kept poor old Heavisides outside the landing window on the top of the cistern for a quarter of an hour, till I had to come and raise the siege!'", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_49": "\u201d She also appointed him her guardian to consent to her marriage with the Cairene, to whom he gave the Jew\u2019s palace and all its contents, saying, \u201cAsk a boon of me.\u201d Quoth Ali, \u201cI beg of thee to let me stand on thy carpet and eat of thy table;\u201d and quoth the Caliph, \u201cO Ali, hast thou any lads?\u201d He replied, \u201cI have forty lads; but they are in Cairo.\u201d Rejoined the Caliph, <|Q|>\u201cSend to Cairo and fetch them hither,\u201d<|Q|> presently adding, \u201cBut, O Ali, hast thou a barrack for them?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d answered Ali; and Hasan Shuman said, \u201cI make him a present of my barrack with all that is therein, O Commander of the Faithful.\u201d However, the Caliph retorted, saying, \u201cThy lodging is thine own, O Hasan;\u201d and he bade his treasurer give the court architect ten thousand dinars, that he might build Ali a hall with four da\u00efses and forty sleeping-closets for his lads. Then said he, \u201cO Ali, hast thou any further wish, that we may command its fulfilment?\u201d; and said Ali,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_12": "As for Lilian, I believed I saw that she soon suspected the state of my feelings towards her and was not displeased by it. I looked forward with some hopefulness to a day when I could declare myself with no fear of a repulse.\n\nBut it was a serious obstacle in my path that I could not secure Bingo's good opinion on any terms. The family would often lament this pathetically themselves. 'You see,' Mrs. Currie would observe in apology, <|Q|>'Bingo is a dog that does not attach himself easily to strangers'<|Q|> -- though for that matter I thought he was unpleasantly ready to attach himself to me.\n\nI did try hard to conciliate him. I brought him propitiatory buns -- which was weak and ineffectual, as he ate them with avidity, and hated me as bitterly as ever, for he had conceived from the first a profound contempt for me and a distrust which no blandishments of mine could remove. Looking back now, I am inclined to think it was a prophetic instinct that warned him of what was to come upon him through my instrumentality.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_13": "Now there was one inconvenience about our villa (besides its flavour of suicide) which it is necessary to mention here. By common consent all the cats of the neighbourhood had selected our garden for their evening reunions. I fancy that a tortoiseshell kitchen cat of ours must have been a sort of leader of local feline society -- I know she was 'at home,' with music and recitations, on most evenings.\n\nMy poor mother found this interfered with her after-dinner nap, and no wonder, for if a cohort of ghosts had been <|Q|>'shrieking and squealing,'<|Q|> as Calpurnia puts it, in our back garden, or it had been fitted up as a cr\u00e8che for a nursery of goblin infants in the agonies of teething, the noise could not possibly have been more unearthly.\n\nWe sought for some means of getting rid of the nuisance: there was poison of course, but we thought it would have an invidious appearance, and even lead to legal difficulties, if each dawn were to discover an assortment of cats expiring in hideous convulsions in various parts of the same garden.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_14": "He stood there, not two yards from his favourite's body! Fortunately it was unusually dark that evening.\n\n<|Q|>'Ha, there you are, eh?'<|Q|> he began heartily; 'don't rise, my boy, don't rise.' I was trying to put myself in front of the poodle, and did not rise -- at least, only my hair did.\n\n'You're out late, ain't you?' he went on; 'laying out your garden, hey?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_4": "The watchman had been put up on a scaffold to look out for the beacon, and had been there for years day and night, without being once allowed to quit his post -- even on his birthday. It was expected that Clytemnestra would have let him come down for good when she was informed of Agamemnon's death on such excellent authority, but she would not hear of such a thing. She knew people would think it very foolish and sentimental of her, she said, but to take the watchman down would seem so like giving up all hope! So she kept him up, a proof of her conjugal devotion which touched everyone -- except perhaps the watchman himself.\n\nClytemnestra and \u00c6gisthus, who had happened to come out while all this excitement was at its height, found themselves absolutely ignored. <|Q|>'Not a single cap off -- not one solitary hurray,'<|Q|> cried the Queen with majestic anger. 'What have you been doing to make yourself so unpopular with my loyal Argives?' she demanded suspiciously.\n\n'I don't think it's anything to do with me, really,' protested \u00c6gisthus, feebly. 'They're only looking the other way just now, and -- can't you see why?' he added suddenly, 'they've lit the beacon on the top of Arachn\u00e6us!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_16": "I could not tell him that I was laying out his poodle! My voice shook as, with a guilty confusion that was veiled by the dusk, I said it was a fine evening -- which it was not.\n\n'Cloudy, sir,' said the Colonel, <|Q|>'cloudy -- rain before morning, I think. By the way, have you seen anything of my Bingo in here?'<|Q|>\n\nThis was the turning point. What I ought to have done was to say mournfully, 'Yes, I'm sorry to say I've had a most unfortunate accident with him -- here he is -- the fact is, I'm afraid I've shot him!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_17": "'Cloudy, sir,' said the Colonel, 'cloudy -- rain before morning, I think. By the way, have you seen anything of my Bingo in here?'\n\nThis was the turning point. What I ought to have done was to say mournfully, 'Yes, I'm sorry to say I've had a most unfortunate accident with him -- here he is -- the fact is, I<|Q|>'m afraid I've shot him!'<|Q|>\n\nBut I couldn't. I could have told him at my own time, in a prepared form of words -- but not then. I felt I must use all my wits to gain time and fence with the questions.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_57": "There was once in the city of Sh\u00edr\u00e1z a mighty King called Sayf al-A\u2019azam Shah, who had grown old, without being blessed with a son. So he summoned the physicists and physicians and said to them, \u201cI am now in years and ye know my case and the state of the kingdom and its ordinance; and I fear for my subjects after me; for that up to this present I have not been vouchsafed a son.\u201d Thereupon they replied, <|Q|>\u201cWe will compound thee a somewhat of drugs wherein shall be efficacy, if it please Almighty Allah!\u201d<|Q|> So they mixed him drugs, which he used and knew his wife carnally, and she conceived by leave of the Most High Lord, who saith to a thing, \u201cBe,\u201d and it becometh. When her months were accomplished, she gave birth to a male child like the moon, whom his father named Ardashir,[FN#262] and he grew up and throve and applied himself to the study of learning and letters, till he attained the age of fifteen. Now there was in Al-Irak a King called Abd al-K\u00e1dir who had a daughter, by name Hay\u00e1t al-Nuf\u00fas, and she was like the rising full moon, but she had an hatred for men and the folk very hardly dared name mankind in her presence. The Kings of the Chosro\u00ebs had sought her in marriage of her sire; but, when he spoke with her thereof, she said,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_19": "'Why,' I said with a leaden airiness, 'he hasn't given you the slip, has he?'\n\n<|Q|>'Never did such a thing in his life!'<|Q|> said the Colonel, warmly; 'he rushed off after a rat or a frog or something a few minutes ago, and as I stopped to light another cheroot I lost sight of him. I thought I saw him slip in under your gate, but I've been calling him from the front there and he won't come out.'\n\nNo, and he never would come out any more. But the Colonel must not be told that just yet. I temporised again: 'If,' I said unsteadily,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_20": "'Why,' I said with a leaden airiness, 'he hasn't given you the slip, has he?'\n\n'Never did such a thing in his life!' said the Colonel, warmly; <|Q|>'he rushed off after a rat or a frog or something a few minutes ago, and as I stopped to light another cheroot I lost sight of him. I thought I saw him slip in under your gate, but I've been calling him from the front there and he won't come out.'<|Q|>\n\nNo, and he never would come out any more. But the Colonel must not be told that just yet. I temporised again: 'If,' I said unsteadily, 'if he had slipped in under the gate, I should have seen him. Perhaps he took it into his head to run home?'", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_58": "\u201d So they mixed him drugs, which he used and knew his wife carnally, and she conceived by leave of the Most High Lord, who saith to a thing, \u201cBe,\u201d and it becometh. When her months were accomplished, she gave birth to a male child like the moon, whom his father named Ardashir,[FN#262] and he grew up and throve and applied himself to the study of learning and letters, till he attained the age of fifteen. Now there was in Al-Irak a King called Abd al-K\u00e1dir who had a daughter, by name Hay\u00e1t al-Nuf\u00fas, and she was like the rising full moon, but she had an hatred for men and the folk very hardly dared name mankind in her presence. The Kings of the Chosro\u00ebs had sought her in marriage of her sire; but, when he spoke with her thereof, she said, <|Q|>\u201cNever will I do this; and if thou force me thereto, I will slay myself.\u201d<|Q|> Now Prince Ardashir heard of her fame and fell in love with her and told his father who, seeing his case, took pity on him and promised him day by day that he should marry her. So he despatched his Wazir to demand her in wedlock, but King Abd al-Kadir refused, and when the Minister returned to King Sayf al-A\u2019azam and acquainted him with what had befallen his mission and the failure thereof, he was wroth with exceeding wrath and cried,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_23": "'Oh, I shall find him on the doorstep, I expect, the knowing old scamp! Why, what d'ye think was the last thing he did, now?'\n\nI could have given him the very latest intelligence; but I dared not. However, it was altogether too ghastly to kneel there and laugh at anecdotes of Bingo told across Bingo's dead body; I could not stand that! 'Listen,' I said suddenly, <|Q|>'wasn't that his bark? There again; it seems to come from the front of your house, don't you think?'<|Q|>\n\n'Well,' said the Colonel, 'I'll go and fasten him up before he's off again. How your teeth are chattering -- you've caught a chill, man -- go indoors at once and, if you feel equal to it, look in half an hour later about grog time, and I'll tell you all about it. Compliments to your mother. Don't forget -- about grog time!' I had got rid of him at last, and I wiped my forehead, gasping with relief. I would go round in half an hour, and then I should be prepared to make my melancholy announcement. For, even then, I never thought of any other course, until suddenly it flashed upon me with terrible clearness that my miserable shuffling by the hedge had made it impossible to tell the truth! I had not told a direct lie, to be sure, but then I had given the Colonel the impression that I had denied having seen the dog. Many people can appease their consciences by reflecting that, whatever may be the effect their words produce, they did contrive to steer clear of a downright lie. I never quite knew where the distinction lay, morally, but there is that feeling -- I have it myself.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_12": "'Then he is not dead!' exclaimed Clytemnestra. 'He is coming home. I shall look upon that face, hear that voice, press that hand once again! How excessively annoying!'\n\n'Confounded nuisance!' he agreed heartily, but his irritation sounded slightly overdone, somehow. <|Q|>'Well, it's all over with the betrothal after this; don't you think it would be as well to get all the arches, and fireworks, and things out of the way? We shan't want them now, you know.'<|Q|>\n\n'Why not?' said the Queen; 'they will all do for him; he won't know. Ye gods!' she cried, stretching out her arms with a tragic groan. 'Must I, too, do for him?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_22": "No, and he never would come out any more. But the Colonel must not be told that just yet. I temporised again: 'If,' I said unsteadily, 'if he had slipped in under the gate, I should have seen him. Perhaps he took it into his head to run home?'\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, I shall find him on the doorstep, I expect, the knowing old scamp! Why, what d'ye think was the last thing he did, now?'<|Q|>\n\nI could have given him the very latest intelligence; but I dared not. However, it was altogether too ghastly to kneel there and laugh at anecdotes of Bingo told across Bingo's dead body; I could not stand that! 'Listen,' I said suddenly, 'wasn't that his bark? There again; it seems to come from the front of your house, don't you think?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_13": "'Confounded nuisance!' he agreed heartily, but his irritation sounded slightly overdone, somehow. 'Well, it's all over with the betrothal after this; don't you think it would be as well to get all the arches, and fireworks, and things out of the way? We shan't want them now, you know.'\n\n'Why not?' said the Queen; <|Q|>'they will all do for him; he won't know. Ye gods!'<|Q|> she cried, stretching out her arms with a tragic groan. 'Must I, too, do for him?'\n\n'Any way,' said \u00c6gisthus, with an attempted ease, 'you won't want me any longer, and so, if you will kindly excuse me, I -- I think I'll retire to some quiet spot whither I can drag myself with my broken heart and bleed to death, like a wounded deer, don't you know!'", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_0": "When It was the One Hundred and Thirty-eighth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Nuzhat Al-Zaman related to her husband the sad case of the widow of her brother, Zau al-Makan, the Chamberlain said, <|Q|>\"Entreat her honourably and enrich her poverty.\"<|Q|> Thus far concerning Nuzhat al-Zaman and her consort and the relict of Zau al-Makan; but as regards Kanmakan and his cousin Kuzia Fakan, they grew up and flourished till they waxed like unto two fruit-laden boughs or two shining moons; and they reached the age of fifteen. And she was indeed the fairest of maids who are modestly veiled, lovely faced with smooth cheeks graced, and slender waist on heavy hips based; and her shape was the shaft's thin line and her lips were sweeter than old wine and the nectar of her mouth as it were the fountain Salsab\u00edl[FN#65]; even as saith the poet in these two couplets describing one like her,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_2": "Of a truth Allah had united in her every charm: her shape would shame the branch of waving tree and the rose before her cheeks craved lenity; and the honey dew of her lips of wine made jeer, however old and clear, and she gladdened heart and beholder with joyous cheer, even as saith of her the poet,\n\n<|Q|>\"Goodly of gifts is she, and charm those perfect eyes, * With lashes shaming Kohl and all the fair ones Kohl'd[FN#66] And from those eyne the glances pierce the lover's heart, * Like sword in M\u00edr al-Mumin\u00edna Ali's hold.\"<|Q|>\n\nAnd (the relator continueth) as for Kanmakan, he became unique in loveliness and excelling in perfection no less; none could even him in qualities as in seemliness and the sheen of velour between his eyes was espied, testifying for him while against him it never testified. The hardest hearts inclined to his side; his eyelids bore lashes black as by Kohl; and he was of surpassing worth in body and soul. And when the down of lips and cheeks began to sprout bards and poets sang for him far and near,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_3": "And (the relator continueth) as for Kanmakan, he became unique in loveliness and excelling in perfection no less; none could even him in qualities as in seemliness and the sheen of velour between his eyes was espied, testifying for him while against him it never testified. The hardest hearts inclined to his side; his eyelids bore lashes black as by Kohl; and he was of surpassing worth in body and soul. And when the down of lips and cheeks began to sprout bards and poets sang for him far and near,\n\n<|Q|>\"Appeared not my excuse till hair had clothed his cheek, * And gloom o'ercrept that side-face (sight to stagger!) A fawn, when eyes would batten on his charms, * Each glance deals thrust like point of Khanjar-dagger.\"<|Q|>\n\nAnd saith another,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_19": "And presently there was a fresh stir in the crowd, and then a rumbling of wheels as the covered chariot from the station rolled, amidst faint cheering, up to the palace gates, and was saluted by the one aged sentinel who stood on guard.\n\n<|Q|>'It is Agamemnon,'<|Q|> gasped the Queen; 'he has come already -- he must not find me unprepared. I will go within.'\n\nShe had just time to retire hastily, followed by \u00c6gisthus, before a short stout man in faded regimentals and a cocked hat with a moulting plume descended from the vehicle.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_9": "\"Verily, to join Halfah grass and fire,[FN#71] is the greatest of risks, and man may not be trusted with woman, so long as eye glanceth and eyelid quivereth. Now thy brother's son, Kanmakan, is come to man's estate and it behoveth us to forbid him access to the rooms where anklets trinkle, and it is yet more needful to forbid thy daughter the company of men, for the like of her should be kept in the Harim.\" Replied she, <|Q|>\"Thou sayest sooth, O wise King!\"<|Q|> Next day came Kanmakan according to his wont; and, going in to his aunt saluted her. She returned his salutation and said to him, \"O my son! I have some what to say to thee which I would fain leave unsaid; yet I must tell it thee despite my inclination.\" Quoth he, \"Speak;\" and quoth she, Know then that thy sire the Chamberlain, the father of Kuzia Fakan, hath heard of the verses thou madest anent her, and hath ordered that she be kept in the Harim and out of thy reach; if therefore, O my son, thou want anything from us, I will send it to thee from behind the door; and thou shalt not look upon Kuzia Fakan nor shalt thou return hither from this day forth.\" When he heard this he arose and withdrew with out speaking a single word; and, betaking himself to his mother related what his aunt had said. She observed, \"This all cometh of thine overtalking. Thou knowest that the news of thy passion for Kuzia Fakan is noised abroad and the tattle hath spread everywhere how thou eatest their food and thereafter thou courtest their daughter.\" Rejoined he, \"And who should have her but I? She is the daughter of my father's brother and I have the best of rights to her.\" Retorted his mother, \"These are idle words. Be silent, lest haply thy talk come to King Sasan's ears and it prove the cause of thy losing her and the reason of thy ruin and increase of thine affliction. They have not sent us any supper to-night and we shall die an hungered; and were we in any land but this, we were already dead of famine or of shame for begging our bread.\" When Kanmakan heard these words from his mother, his regrets redoubled; his eyes ran over with tears and he complained and began improvising,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_10": "\"Verily, to join Halfah grass and fire,[FN#71] is the greatest of risks, and man may not be trusted with woman, so long as eye glanceth and eyelid quivereth. Now thy brother's son, Kanmakan, is come to man's estate and it behoveth us to forbid him access to the rooms where anklets trinkle, and it is yet more needful to forbid thy daughter the company of men, for the like of her should be kept in the Harim.\" Replied she, \"Thou sayest sooth, O wise King!\" Next day came Kanmakan according to his wont; and, going in to his aunt saluted her. She returned his salutation and said to him, <|Q|>\"O my son! I have some what to say to thee which I would fain leave unsaid; yet I must tell it thee despite my inclination.\"<|Q|> Quoth he, \"Speak;\" and quoth she, Know then that thy sire the Chamberlain, the father of Kuzia Fakan, hath heard of the verses thou madest anent her, and hath ordered that she be kept in the Harim and out of thy reach; if therefore, O my son, thou want anything from us, I will send it to thee from behind the door; and thou shalt not look upon Kuzia Fakan nor shalt thou return hither from this day forth.\" When he heard this he arose and withdrew with out speaking a single word; and, betaking himself to his mother related what his aunt had said. She observed, \"This all cometh of thine overtalking. Thou knowest that the news of thy passion for Kuzia Fakan is noised abroad and the tattle hath spread everywhere how thou eatest their food and thereafter thou courtest their daughter.\" Rejoined he, \"And who should have her but I? She is the daughter of my father's brother and I have the best of rights to her.\" Retorted his mother, \"These are idle words. Be silent, lest haply thy talk come to King Sasan's ears and it prove the cause of thy losing her and the reason of thy ruin and increase of thine affliction. They have not sent us any supper to-night and we shall die an hungered; and were we in any land but this, we were already dead of famine or of shame for begging our bread.\" When Kanmakan heard these words from his mother, his regrets redoubled; his eyes ran over with tears and he complained and began improvising,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_13": "\"I have no longer a place in my aunt's house nor among these people, but I will go forth from the palace and abide in the corners of the city.\" So he and his mother left the court; and, having sought an abode in the neighbourhood of the poorer sort, there settled; but she used to go from time to time to King Sasan's palace and thence take daily bread for herself and her son. As this went on Kuzia Fakan took her aside one day and said to her, <|Q|>\"Alas, O my naunty, how is it with thy son?\"<|Q|> Replied she, \"O my daughter, sooth to say, he is tearful-eyed and heavy hearted, being fallen into the net of thy love.\" And she repeated to her the couplets he had made; whereupon Kuzia Fakan wept and said, \"By Allah! I rebuked him not for his words, nor for ill-will to him, but because I feared for him the malice of foes. Indeed my passion for him is double that he feeleth for me; my tongue may not describe my yearning for him; and were it not for the extravagant wilfulness of his words and the wanderings of his wit, my father had not cut off from him favours that besit, nor had decreed unto him exclusion and prohibition as fit. However, man's days bring nought but change, and patience in all case is most becoming: peradventure He who ordained our severance will vouchsafe us reunion", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_14": "\"I have no longer a place in my aunt's house nor among these people, but I will go forth from the palace and abide in the corners of the city.\" So he and his mother left the court; and, having sought an abode in the neighbourhood of the poorer sort, there settled; but she used to go from time to time to King Sasan's palace and thence take daily bread for herself and her son. As this went on Kuzia Fakan took her aside one day and said to her, \"Alas, O my naunty, how is it with thy son?\" Replied she, <|Q|>\"O my daughter, sooth to say, he is tearful-eyed and heavy hearted, being fallen into the net of thy love.\"<|Q|> And she repeated to her the couplets he had made; whereupon Kuzia Fakan wept and said, \"By Allah! I rebuked him not for his words, nor for ill-will to him, but because I feared for him the malice of foes. Indeed my passion for him is double that he feeleth for me; my tongue may not describe my yearning for him; and were it not for the extravagant wilfulness of his words and the wanderings of his wit, my father had not cut off from him favours that besit, nor had decreed unto him exclusion and prohibition as fit. However, man's days bring nought but change, and patience in all case is most becoming: peradventure He who ordained our severance will vouchsafe us reunion", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_12": "\"Minish this blame I ever bear from you: * My heart loves her to whom all love is due: Ask not from me of patience jot or little, * Divorce of Patience by God's House! I rue: What blamers preach of patience I unheed; * Here am I, love path firmly to pursue! Indeed they bar me access to my love, * Here am I by God's ruth no ill I sue! Good sooth my bones, whenas they hear thy name, * Quail as birds quailed when Nisus o'er them flew:[FN#72] Ah! say to them who blame my love that I * Will love that face fair cousin till I die.\"\n\nAnd when he had ended his verses he said to his mother, <|Q|>\"I have no longer a place in my aunt's house nor among these people, but I will go forth from the palace and abide in the corners of the city.\"<|Q|> So he and his mother left the court; and, having sought an abode in the neighbourhood of the poorer sort, there settled; but she used to go from time to time to King Sasan's palace and thence take daily bread for herself and her son. As this went on Kuzia Fakan took her aside one day and said to her, \"Alas, O my naunty, how is it with thy son?\" Replied she, \"O my daughter, sooth to say, he is tearful-eyed and heavy hearted, being fallen into the net of thy love", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_16": "\"By Allah! I rebuked him not for his words, nor for ill-will to him, but because I feared for him the malice of foes. Indeed my passion for him is double that he feeleth for me; my tongue may not describe my yearning for him; and were it not for the extravagant wilfulness of his words and the wanderings of his wit, my father had not cut off from him favours that besit, nor had decreed unto him exclusion and prohibition as fit. However, man's days bring nought but change, and patience in all case is most becoming: peradventure He who ordained our severance will vouchsafe us reunion!\" And she began versifying in these two couplets,\n\n<|Q|>\"O son of mine uncle! same sorrow I bear, * And suffer the like of thy cark and thy care Yet hide I from man what I suffer for pine; * Hide it too, and such secret to man never bare!\"<|Q|>\n\nWhen his mother heard this from her, she thanked her and blessed her: then she left her and acquainted her son with what she had said; whereupon his desire for her increased and he took heart, being eased of his despair and the turmoil of his love and care. And he said, \"By Allah, I desire none but her!\"; and he began improvising,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_6": "I had to endure a long biographical sketch of him -- what a Society paper would call an 'anecdotal photo' -- and each fresh anecdote seemed to me to exhibit the depraved malignity of the beast in a more glaring light, and render the doting admiration of the family more astounding than ever.\n\n<|Q|>'Did you tell Mr. Weatherhead, Lily, about Bingo'<|Q|> (Bingo was the poodle's preposterous name) 'and Tacks? No? Oh, I must tell him that -- it'll make him laugh. Tacks is our gardener down in the village (d'ye know Tacks?). Well, Tacks was up here the other day, nailing up some trellis-work at the top of a ladder, and all the time there was Master Bingo sitting quietly at the foot of it looking on, wouldn't leave it on any account. Tacks said he was quite company for him. Well, at last, when Tacks had finished and was coming down, what do you think that rascal there did? Just sneaked quietly up behind and nipped him in both calves and ran off. Been looking out for that the whole time! Ha, ha! -- deep that, eh?'", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_22": "\"Well learnt we, since you left, our grief and sorrow to sustain, * While bows of severance shot their shafts in many a railing rain: They left me, after girthing on their selles of corduwayne * To fight the very pangs of death while spanned they sandy plain: Mysterious through the nightly gloom there came the moan of dove; * A ring dove, and replied I, 'Cease thy plaint, how durst complain?' If, by my life, her heart, like mine, were full of pain and pine * She had not decks her neck with ring nor sole with ruddy stain.[FN#75] Fled is mine own familiar friend, bequeathing me a store * Of parting pang and absence ache to suffer evermore.\"\n\nThen she abstained from food and drink and gave herself up to excessive tear shedding and lamentation. Her grief became public property far and wide and all the people of the town and country side wept with her and cried, <|Q|>\"Where is thine eye, O Zau al- Makan?\"<|Q|> And they bewailed the rigours of Time, saying, \"Would Heaven we knew what hath befallen Kanmakan that he fled his native town, and chased himself from the place where his father used to fill all in hungry case and do justice and grace?\" And his mother redoubled her weeping and wailing till the news of Kanmakan's departure came to King Sasan. \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the One Hundred and Fortieth Night,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_0": "They told one another, with ribald facetiousness, that they had rather expected something of the kind.\n\nThey were celebrating their Queen's betrothal day with the wildest enthusiasm, for they were a simple affectionate people, and foresaw an impetus to local trade. It had been but a dull time for Argos during those weary ten years, and the city had become well-nigh deserted, as, one by one, all her bravest and her best had left her, to seek, as they poetically put it, <|Q|>'a soldier's tomb.'<|Q|>\n\nSeveral married men, in whom no such patriotic enthusiasm had ever been previously suspected, found out that their country required their services, left their wives and their little ones, and started for the field of battle. There were many pushing Argive tradesmen, too, who abandoned their business and sought -- not ostentatiously, but with the self-effacement of true heroism -- the seat of war upon which their sovereign had been sitting so long; while the real extent of their devotion was seldom appreciated until long after their departure, when it was generally discovered that, in their eagerness, they had left their affairs in the greatest confusion.", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_47": "\u201d Then the Caliph sent the Chief of Police to the Jew\u2019s palace, where he found him lying headless; so he laid the body on a bier,[FN#259] and carried it to Al-Rashid, who commanded to burn it. Whereat, behold, up came Kamar and kissing the ground before the Caliph, informed him that she was the daughter of Jew Azariah and that she had become a Moslemah. Then she renewed her profession of Faith before the Commander of the Faithful and said to him \u201cBe thou my intercessor with Sharper Ali that he take me to wife.\u201d She also appointed him her guardian to consent to her marriage with the Cairene, to whom he gave the Jew\u2019s palace and all its contents, saying, \u201cAsk a boon of me.\u201d Quoth Ali, \u201cI beg of thee to let me stand on thy carpet and eat of thy table;\u201d and quoth the Caliph, <|Q|>\u201cO Ali, hast thou any lads?\u201d<|Q|> He replied, \u201cI have forty lads; but they are in Cairo.\u201d Rejoined the Caliph, \u201cSend to Cairo and fetch them hither,\u201d presently adding, \u201cBut, O Ali, hast thou a barrack for them?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d answered Ali; and Hasan Shuman said, \u201cI make him a present of my barrack with all that is therein, O Commander of the Faithful.\u201d However, the Caliph retorted, saying, \u201cThy lodging is thine own, O Hasan", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_1": "But all anxiety was forgotten in the celebration of the betrothal, for the Argives were determined to do the thing really well. So in the principal streets they had erected triumphal arches, typifying the chief local manufactures, which were (as it is scarcely necessary to inform the scholar) soda-water and cane-bottomed chairs; and from these arches chairs and bottles were constantly dropping, like a gentle dew, upon the happy crowd which passed beneath. All the public fountains spouted a cheap dinner sherry like water -- <|Q|>'very like water,'<|Q|> said some disaffected persons; householders were graciously invited to exhibit flags and illuminations at their own expense, and in the market-place a fowl was being roasted whole for the populace.\n\nAll was gaiety, therefore, at sunset, when the citizens assembled in groups about the square in front of the palace, prepared to cheer the royal pair with enthusiasm when they deigned to show themselves upon the balcony.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_3": "All at once there was a stir in the crowd, and the eyes of everyone were strained towards a tall and swaying scaffold on the royal house-top, where a small black figure, outlined sharply against the saffron sky, could be seen gesticulating wildly?\n\n'Look at the watchman!' they whispered excitedly; <|Q|>'what can be the matter with him?'<|Q|>\n\nNow before Agamemnon left he had had fires laid upon all the mountain tops in a straight line between Argos and Troy, arranging to light the pile at the Troy end of the chain when it should become necessary to let them know at home that they might expect him back shortly.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_2": "All at once there was a stir in the crowd, and the eyes of everyone were strained towards a tall and swaying scaffold on the royal house-top, where a small black figure, outlined sharply against the saffron sky, could be seen gesticulating wildly?\n\n<|Q|>'Look at the watchman!'<|Q|> they whispered excitedly; 'what can be the matter with him?'\n\nNow before Agamemnon left he had had fires laid upon all the mountain tops in a straight line between Argos and Troy, arranging to light the pile at the Troy end of the chain when it should become necessary to let them know at home that they might expect him back shortly.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_33": "Clytemnestra hoped she might be able to induce her to stay longer, a week was such a very short time.\n\n<|Q|>'She has kindly consented to stay on a little longer, my love,'<|Q|> said Agamemnon -- 'all her life,' in fact.'\n\nThe Queen was charmed to hear it; it was so very nice and kind of her, particularly as strangers were apt to find the neighbourhood an unhealthy one.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_5": "The watchman had been put up on a scaffold to look out for the beacon, and had been there for years day and night, without being once allowed to quit his post -- even on his birthday. It was expected that Clytemnestra would have let him come down for good when she was informed of Agamemnon's death on such excellent authority, but she would not hear of such a thing. She knew people would think it very foolish and sentimental of her, she said, but to take the watchman down would seem so like giving up all hope! So she kept him up, a proof of her conjugal devotion which touched everyone -- except perhaps the watchman himself.\n\nClytemnestra and \u00c6gisthus, who had happened to come out while all this excitement was at its height, found themselves absolutely ignored. 'Not a single cap off -- not one solitary hurray,' cried the Queen with majestic anger. <|Q|>'What have you been doing to make yourself so unpopular with my loyal Argives?'<|Q|> she demanded suspiciously.\n\n'I don't think it's anything to do with me, really,' protested \u00c6gisthus, feebly. 'They're only looking the other way just now, and -- can't you see why?' he added suddenly, 'they've lit the beacon on the top of Arachn\u00e6us!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_6": "Clytemnestra and \u00c6gisthus, who had happened to come out while all this excitement was at its height, found themselves absolutely ignored. 'Not a single cap off -- not one solitary hurray,' cried the Queen with majestic anger. 'What have you been doing to make yourself so unpopular with my loyal Argives?' she demanded suspiciously.\n\n<|Q|>'I don't think it's anything to do with me, really,'<|Q|> protested \u00c6gisthus, feebly. 'They're only looking the other way just now, and -- can't you see why?' he added suddenly, 'they've lit the beacon on the top of Arachn\u00e6us!'\n\nClytemnestra looked, and started violently, as on the mountain-top in question a red tongue of flame shot up through the gathering dusk: 'What does it mean?' she whispered, clutching him convulsively by the arm.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_7": "'I don't think it's anything to do with me, really,' protested \u00c6gisthus, feebly. 'They're only looking the other way just now, and -- can't you see why?' he added suddenly, 'they've lit the beacon on the top of Arachn\u00e6us!'\n\nClytemnestra looked, and started violently, as on the mountain-top in question a red tongue of flame shot up through the gathering dusk: <|Q|>'What does it mean?'<|Q|> she whispered, clutching him convulsively by the arm.\n\n'Well,' said \u00c6gisthus, 'it looks to me, do you know, rather as if your late lamented husband has changed his mind about dying, and is on his way to your arms.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_8": "Clytemnestra looked, and started violently, as on the mountain-top in question a red tongue of flame shot up through the gathering dusk: 'What does it mean?' she whispered, clutching him convulsively by the arm.\n\n'Well,' said \u00c6gisthus, <|Q|>'it looks to me, do you know, rather as if your late lamented husband has changed his mind about dying, and is on his way to your arms.'<|Q|>\n\n'Then he is not dead!' exclaimed Clytemnestra. 'He is coming home. I shall look upon that face, hear that voice, press that hand once again! How excessively annoying!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_9": "'Well,' said \u00c6gisthus, 'it looks to me, do you know, rather as if your late lamented husband has changed his mind about dying, and is on his way to your arms.'\n\n<|Q|>'Then he is not dead!'<|Q|> exclaimed Clytemnestra. 'He is coming home. I shall look upon that face, hear that voice, press that hand once again! How excessively annoying!'\n\n'Confounded nuisance!' he agreed heartily, but his irritation sounded slightly overdone, somehow. 'Well, it's all over with the betrothal after this; don't you think it would be as well to get all the arches, and fireworks, and things out of the way? We shan't want them now, you know.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_10": "'Well,' said \u00c6gisthus, 'it looks to me, do you know, rather as if your late lamented husband has changed his mind about dying, and is on his way to your arms.'\n\n'Then he is not dead!' exclaimed Clytemnestra. <|Q|>'He is coming home. I shall look upon that face, hear that voice, press that hand once again! How excessively annoying!'<|Q|>\n\n'Confounded nuisance!' he agreed heartily, but his irritation sounded slightly overdone, somehow. 'Well, it's all over with the betrothal after this; don't you think it would be as well to get all the arches, and fireworks, and things out of the way? We shan't want them now, you know.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_11": "'Then he is not dead!' exclaimed Clytemnestra. 'He is coming home. I shall look upon that face, hear that voice, press that hand once again! How excessively annoying!'\n\n<|Q|>'Confounded nuisance!'<|Q|> he agreed heartily, but his irritation sounded slightly overdone, somehow. 'Well, it's all over with the betrothal after this; don't you think it would be as well to get all the arches, and fireworks, and things out of the way? We shan't want them now, you know.'\n\n'Why not?' said the Queen; 'they will all do for him; he won't know. Ye gods!' she cried, stretching out her arms with a tragic groan.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_01_anstey_64kb_24": "I could have given him the very latest intelligence; but I dared not. However, it was altogether too ghastly to kneel there and laugh at anecdotes of Bingo told across Bingo's dead body; I could not stand that! 'Listen,' I said suddenly, 'wasn't that his bark? There again; it seems to come from the front of your house, don't you think?'\n\n'Well,' said the Colonel, <|Q|>'I'll go and fasten him up before he's off again. How your teeth are chattering -- you've caught a chill, man -- go indoors at once and, if you feel equal to it, look in half an hour later about grog time, and I'll tell you all about it. Compliments to your mother. Don't forget -- about grog time!'<|Q|> I had got rid of him at last, and I wiped my forehead, gasping with relief. I would go round in half an hour, and then I should be prepared to make my melancholy announcement. For, even then, I never thought of any other course, until suddenly it flashed upon me with terrible clearness that my miserable shuffling by the hedge had made it impossible to tell the truth! I had not told a direct lie, to be sure, but then I had given the Colonel the impression that I had denied having seen the dog. Many people can appease their consciences by reflecting that, whatever may be the effect their words produce, they did contrive to steer clear of a downright lie. I never quite knew where the distinction lay, morally, but there is that feeling -- I have it myself.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_14": "' he agreed heartily, but his irritation sounded slightly overdone, somehow. 'Well, it's all over with the betrothal after this; don't you think it would be as well to get all the arches, and fireworks, and things out of the way? We shan't want them now, you know.'\n\n'Why not?' said the Queen; 'they will all do for him; he won't know. Ye gods!' she cried, stretching out her arms with a tragic groan. <|Q|>'Must I, too, do for him?'<|Q|>\n\n'Any way,' said \u00c6gisthus, with an attempted ease, 'you won't want me any longer, and so, if you will kindly excuse me, I -- I think I'll retire to some quiet spot whither I can drag myself with my broken heart and bleed to death, like a wounded deer, don't you know!'", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_1": "\" Thus far concerning Nuzhat al-Zaman and her consort and the relict of Zau al-Makan; but as regards Kanmakan and his cousin Kuzia Fakan, they grew up and flourished till they waxed like unto two fruit-laden boughs or two shining moons; and they reached the age of fifteen. And she was indeed the fairest of maids who are modestly veiled, lovely faced with smooth cheeks graced, and slender waist on heavy hips based; and her shape was the shaft's thin line and her lips were sweeter than old wine and the nectar of her mouth as it were the fountain Salsab\u00edl[FN#65]; even as saith the poet in these two couplets describing one like her,\n\n<|Q|>\"As though ptisane of wine on her lips honey dew * Dropt from the ripened grapes her mouth in clusters grew And, when her frame thou doublest, and low bends her vine, * Praise her Creator's might no creature ever knew.\"<|Q|>\n\nOf a truth Allah had united in her every charm: her shape would shame the branch of waving tree and the rose before her cheeks craved lenity; and the honey dew of her lips of wine made jeer, however old and clear, and she gladdened heart and beholder with joyous cheer, even as saith of her the poet,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_15": "'Why not?' said the Queen; 'they will all do for him; he won't know. Ye gods!' she cried, stretching out her arms with a tragic groan. 'Must I, too, do for him?'\n\n'Any way,' said \u00c6gisthus, with an attempted ease, <|Q|>'you won't want me any longer, and so, if you will kindly excuse me, I -- I think I'll retire to some quiet spot whither I can drag myself with my broken heart and bleed to death, like a wounded deer, don't you know!'<|Q|>\n\n'You can do all that just as well here,' she replied. 'I wish you to stay. Who knows what may happen?' -- she added, with a sinister smile, 'We may be happy yet!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_16": "'Any way,' said \u00c6gisthus, with an attempted ease, 'you won't want me any longer, and so, if you will kindly excuse me, I -- I think I'll retire to some quiet spot whither I can drag myself with my broken heart and bleed to death, like a wounded deer, don't you know!'\n\n<|Q|>'You can do all that just as well here,'<|Q|> she replied. 'I wish you to stay. Who knows what may happen?' -- she added, with a sinister smile, 'We may be happy yet!'\n\nClytemnestra's sinister smiles always made \u00c6gisthus feel exactly as if something was disagreeing with him -- so he stayed.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_47": "The courtier murmured that it was wonderful to find so long and tedious a journey accomplished in such capital time.\n\n<|Q|>'What do you mean by that? How do you know how long it took?'<|Q|> demanded Agamemnon.\n\n'Don't you see?' said Clytemnestra. 'Why, you say you had the fire lighted at Ida when you started; then, of course, they would see it directly over at Lemnos, and light theirs; and then at Athos, and then -- -- '", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_18": "'Any way,' said \u00c6gisthus, with an attempted ease, 'you won't want me any longer, and so, if you will kindly excuse me, I -- I think I'll retire to some quiet spot whither I can drag myself with my broken heart and bleed to death, like a wounded deer, don't you know!'\n\n'You can do all that just as well here,' she replied. 'I wish you to stay. Who knows what may happen?' -- she added, with a sinister smile, <|Q|>'We may be happy yet!'<|Q|>\n\nClytemnestra's sinister smiles always made \u00c6gisthus feel exactly as if something was disagreeing with him -- so he stayed.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_48": "'What do you mean by that? How do you know how long it took?' demanded Agamemnon.\n\n<|Q|>'Don't you see?'<|Q|> said Clytemnestra. 'Why, you say you had the fire lighted at Ida when you started; then, of course, they would see it directly over at Lemnos, and light theirs; and then at Athos, and then -- -- '\n\n'You are not a time-table, my love,' interrupted the monarch, coldly. 'I won't trouble you for all these details. Come to the point.'", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_7": "\"O my daughter, haply he meant thee no harm, and is he aught but an orphan? Withal, he said nought of reproach to thee; so beware thou tell none of this, lest perchance it come to e Sultan's ears and he cut short his life and blot out his name and make it even as yesterday, whose memory hath passed away.\" However, Kanmakan's love for Kuzia Fakan spread abroad in Baghdad, so that the women talked of it. Moreover, his breast became straitened and his patience waned and he knew not what to do, yet he could not hide his condition from the world. Then longed he to give vent to the pangs he endured, by reason of the lowe of separation; but he feared her rebuke and her wrath; so he began improvising,\n\n<|Q|>\"Now is my dread to incur reproaches, which * Disturb her temper and her mind obscure, Patient I'll bear them; e'en as generous youth his case to cure.'' * Beareth the burn of brand his case to cure.\"[FN#70<|Q|>]\n\nAnd Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_21": "The Chorus, finding it left to them to do the honours, advanced in a row, singing the ode of welcome, which they had had in rehearsal ever since the first year of the war.\n\n'O King,' they chanted in their cracked old trebles, <|Q|>'offspring of Atreus, and sacker of Troy!'<|Q|>\n\n'Will you kindly count the boxes?' interrupted the monarch, who hated sentiment; 'there should be four -- a tin cocked-hat box, two camel-hair trunks, and a carpet bag.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_22": "'O King,' they chanted in their cracked old trebles, 'offspring of Atreus, and sacker of Troy!'\n\n<|Q|>'Will you kindly count the boxes?'<|Q|> interrupted the monarch, who hated sentiment; 'there should be four -- a tin cocked-hat box, two camel-hair trunks, and a carpet bag.'\n\nBut a Greek chorus was not easily suppressed, and they broke out again all together, 'Nay, but with bursting hearts would we bid thee thrice hail!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_23": "'O King,' they chanted in their cracked old trebles, 'offspring of Atreus, and sacker of Troy!'\n\n'Will you kindly count the boxes?' interrupted the monarch, who hated sentiment; <|Q|>'there should be four -- a tin cocked-hat box, two camel-hair trunks, and a carpet bag.'<|Q|>\n\nBut a Greek chorus was not easily suppressed, and they broke out again all together, 'Nay, but with bursting hearts would we bid thee thrice hail!'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_0": "\u201cForget you! oh! dear Du Vallon, does one forget the happiest days of flowery youth, one\u2019s dearest friends, the dangers we have dared together? On the contrary, there is not an hour we have passed together that is not present to my memory.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, yes,\u201d<|Q|> said Porthos, trying to give to his mustache a curl which it had lost whilst he had been alone. \u201cYes, we did some fine things in our time and we gave that poor cardinal a few threads to unravel.\u201d\n\nAnd he heaved a sigh.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_25": "But a Greek chorus was not easily suppressed, and they broke out again all together, 'Nay, but with bursting hearts would we bid thee thrice hail!'\n\n<|Q|>'Once is ample, thank you,'<|Q|> said the King, with regal politeness; 'and I should be really distressed if any of you were to burst on my account. Has anybody such a thing as half a drachma about him?'\n\nHe heard no more of the ode, and the Mayor thought it advisable to roll up his address and take his Corporation home.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_1": "\u201cForget you! oh! dear Du Vallon, does one forget the happiest days of flowery youth, one\u2019s dearest friends, the dangers we have dared together? On the contrary, there is not an hour we have passed together that is not present to my memory.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, yes,\u201d said Porthos, trying to give to his mustache a curl which it had lost whilst he had been alone. <|Q|>\u201cYes, we did some fine things in our time and we gave that poor cardinal a few threads to unravel.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd he heaved a sigh.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_27": "Agamemnon had succeeded in borrowing the drachma, and had just turned his back to pay the driver as Clytemnestra glided down the broad steps to the court-yard, and, striking an attitude, addressed nobody in particular in tones of rapturous joy.\n\n<|Q|>'O happy day!'<|Q|> she cried very loudly, 'on which my hero husband returns to me after a long absence, quite unexpectedly. Henceforth shall his helmet rust upon the hat-stand, and his spear repose innocuous amongst the umbrellas, and his breastplate shall he replace by a chest-protector; for a shield he shall have a sunshade, and instead of his sword he shall carry a spud. But now let me, as an exceptionally faithful wife, greet him before ye all with -- -- Agamemnon, will you have the goodness to tell me who that young person is in the chariot", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_29": "'on which my hero husband returns to me after a long absence, quite unexpectedly. Henceforth shall his helmet rust upon the hat-stand, and his spear repose innocuous amongst the umbrellas, and his breastplate shall he replace by a chest-protector; for a shield he shall have a sunshade, and instead of his sword he shall carry a spud. But now let me, as an exceptionally faithful wife, greet him before ye all with -- -- Agamemnon, will you have the goodness to tell me who that young person is in the chariot?' was her abrupt and somewhat lame conclusion.\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, there you are, eh?'<|Q|> said Agamemnon, turning round and presenting a forefinger. 'How de do, my love; how de do?' ('I shan't give you another obol!' he said to the driver, who seemed still unsatisfied.) 'So, you're quite well, eh?' he resumed to his wife; 'plenty to say for yourself as usual. Gad, I feel as if I hadn't been away a week -- till I look at you.... Well, we can't expect to be always young, can we? So you want to know my little friend here? Allow me to present her to you. One moment.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_30": "'on which my hero husband returns to me after a long absence, quite unexpectedly. Henceforth shall his helmet rust upon the hat-stand, and his spear repose innocuous amongst the umbrellas, and his breastplate shall he replace by a chest-protector; for a shield he shall have a sunshade, and instead of his sword he shall carry a spud. But now let me, as an exceptionally faithful wife, greet him before ye all with -- -- Agamemnon, will you have the goodness to tell me who that young person is in the chariot?' was her abrupt and somewhat lame conclusion.\n\n'Oh, there you are, eh?' said Agamemnon, turning round and presenting a forefinger. <|Q|>'How de do, my love; how de do?'<|Q|> ('I shan't give you another obol!' he said to the driver, who seemed still unsatisfied.) 'So, you're quite well, eh?' he resumed to his wife; 'plenty to say for yourself as usual. Gad, I feel as if I hadn't been away a week -- till I look at you.... Well, we can't expect to be always young, can we? So you want to know my little friend here? Allow me to present her to you. One moment.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_31": "'on which my hero husband returns to me after a long absence, quite unexpectedly. Henceforth shall his helmet rust upon the hat-stand, and his spear repose innocuous amongst the umbrellas, and his breastplate shall he replace by a chest-protector; for a shield he shall have a sunshade, and instead of his sword he shall carry a spud. But now let me, as an exceptionally faithful wife, greet him before ye all with -- -- Agamemnon, will you have the goodness to tell me who that young person is in the chariot?' was her abrupt and somewhat lame conclusion.\n\n'Oh, there you are, eh?' said Agamemnon, turning round and presenting a forefinger. 'How de do, my love; how de do?' (<|Q|>'I shan't give you another obol!'<|Q|> he said to the driver, who seemed still unsatisfied.) 'So, you're quite well, eh?' he resumed to his wife; 'plenty to say for yourself as usual. Gad, I feel as if I hadn't been away a week -- till I look at you.... Well, we can't expect to be always young, can we? So you want to know my little friend here? Allow me to present her to you. One moment.'\n\nAnd bustling up to the chariot, he assisted from it a maiden with a pale face, great, wild, roving eyes, and hair of tawny gold, and led her back to his wife.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_32": "And bustling up to the chariot, he assisted from it a maiden with a pale face, great, wild, roving eyes, and hair of tawny gold, and led her back to his wife.\n\n<|Q|>'The Princess Cassandra of Troy -- my wife, Queen Clytemnestra. They tell me this young lady can prophesy very prettily, my dear,'<|Q|> he remarked.\n\nClytemnestra bowed coldly, and said she was sure it would be vastly amusing. Did the Princess intend giving any public entertainments?", "Solo.6773.8461.thousand_nights_vol07_28_burton_64kb_53": "\u201cI make him a present of my barrack with all that is therein, O Commander of the Faithful.\u201d However, the Caliph retorted, saying, \u201cThy lodging is thine own, O Hasan;\u201d and he bade his treasurer give the court architect ten thousand dinars, that he might build Ali a hall with four da\u00efses and forty sleeping-closets for his lads. Then said he, \u201cO Ali, hast thou any further wish, that we may command its fulfilment?\u201d; and said Ali, <|Q|>\u201cO King of the age, be thou my intercessor with Dalilah the Wily that she give me her daughter Zaynab to wife and take the dress and gear of Azariah\u2019s girl in lieu of dower.\u201d<|Q|> Dalilah accepted the Caliph\u2019s intercession and accepted the charger and dress and what not, and they drew up the marriage contracts between Ali and Zaynab and Kamar, the Jew\u2019s daughter and the broker\u2019s daughter and the handmaid. Moreover, the Caliph assigned him a solde with a table morning and evening, and stipends and allowances for fodder; all of the most liberal. Then Ali the Cairene fell to making ready for the wedding festivities and, after thirty days, he sent a letter to his comrades in Cairo, wherein he gave them to know of the favours and honours which the Caliph had bestowed upon him and said,", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_34": "At last \u00c6gisthus hazarded a supposition that the royal warrior had found it warm over at Troy.\n\n<|Q|>'It varied, sir,'<|Q|> said the monarch, uncomfortably; 'the climate varied. I used to get very warm fighting sometimes.'\n\n\u00c6gisthus agreed that a battle must be hot work, and Clytemnestra suddenly exclaimed that her husband was wearing the very same dear shabby old uniform he had on when he went away.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_11": "\u201cI shall be happy to do so; the morning air has made me hungry.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said Porthos; <|Q|>\u201cmy air is excellent.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThey went into the chateau; there was nothing but gilding, high and low; the cornices were gilt, the mouldings were gilt, the legs and arms of the chairs were gilt. A table, ready set out, awaited them.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_35": "At last \u00c6gisthus hazarded a supposition that the royal warrior had found it warm over at Troy.\n\n'It varied, sir,' said the monarch, uncomfortably; <|Q|>'the climate varied. I used to get very warm fighting sometimes.'<|Q|>\n\n\u00c6gisthus agreed that a battle must be hot work, and Clytemnestra suddenly exclaimed that her husband was wearing the very same dear shabby old uniform he had on when he went away.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_36": "\u00c6gisthus agreed that a battle must be hot work, and Clytemnestra suddenly exclaimed that her husband was wearing the very same dear shabby old uniform he had on when he went away.\n\n'The very same,' said Agamemnon, smiling. <|Q|>'I wore it all through the campaign. Your true warrior is no dandy!'<|Q|>\n\n'We were given to understand you were wounded,' remarked \u00c6gisthus.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_38": "'We were given to understand you were wounded,' remarked \u00c6gisthus.\n\n'Oh,' said the King, <|Q|>'yes; I was considerably wounded -- all over the chest and arms. But what cared I?'<|Q|>\n\n'Exactly,' said \u00c6gisthus; 'and, curiously enough, the weapons don't seem to have pierced your coat at all. I observe there are no patches.'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_16": "\u201cNo,\u201d answered Porthos, \u201cI hear it said that he is very badly fed by the cardinal, Monsieur de Mazarin. Taste this cutlet, my dear D\u2019Artagnan; \u2019tis off one of my sheep.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou have very tender mutton and I wish you joy of it.\u201d<|Q|> said D\u2019Artagnan.\n\n\u201cYes, the sheep are fed in my meadows, which are excellent pasture.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_40": "And he explained this by some elaborate illustrations with his sheathed sword, until \u00c6gisthus said that he thought he understood how it was done.\n\nBut Clytemnestra suddenly, with a kitten-like girlishness that sat but ill upon her, pounced playfully upon the weapon. <|Q|>'I want to see it drawn,'<|Q|> she cried; 'I want to look upon the keen flashing blade which has penetrated the inmost recesses of so many of our country's foes. Oh, it won't come out,' she added, as she attempted to pull it out of the scabbard; 'do make it come out!'\n\nThe King tried, but the blade stuck half way, and what was visible of it seemed thickly coated with rust; but Agamemnon said it was gore, and his orderly must have forgotten to clean his accoutrements after the fall of Troy. He added that it was the effect of the sea air.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_41": "And he explained this by some elaborate illustrations with his sheathed sword, until \u00c6gisthus said that he thought he understood how it was done.\n\nBut Clytemnestra suddenly, with a kitten-like girlishness that sat but ill upon her, pounced playfully upon the weapon. 'I want to see it drawn,' she cried; <|Q|>'I want to look upon the keen flashing blade which has penetrated the inmost recesses of so many of our country's foes. Oh, it won't come out,'<|Q|> she added, as she attempted to pull it out of the scabbard; 'do make it come out!'\n\nThe King tried, but the blade stuck half way, and what was visible of it seemed thickly coated with rust; but Agamemnon said it was gore, and his orderly must have forgotten to clean his accoutrements after the fall of Troy. He added that it was the effect of the sea air.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_42": "And he explained this by some elaborate illustrations with his sheathed sword, until \u00c6gisthus said that he thought he understood how it was done.\n\nBut Clytemnestra suddenly, with a kitten-like girlishness that sat but ill upon her, pounced playfully upon the weapon. 'I want to see it drawn,' she cried; 'I want to look upon the keen flashing blade which has penetrated the inmost recesses of so many of our country's foes. Oh, it won't come out,' she added, as she attempted to pull it out of the scabbard; <|Q|>'do make it come out!'<|Q|>\n\nThe King tried, but the blade stuck half way, and what was visible of it seemed thickly coated with rust; but Agamemnon said it was gore, and his orderly must have forgotten to clean his accoutrements after the fall of Troy. He added that it was the effect of the sea air.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_44": "The King tried, but the blade stuck half way, and what was visible of it seemed thickly coated with rust; but Agamemnon said it was gore, and his orderly must have forgotten to clean his accoutrements after the fall of Troy. He added that it was the effect of the sea air.\n\n'Troy really has fallen then?' asked \u00c6gisthus. <|Q|>'I suppose you stayed to see the thing out?'<|Q|>\n\n'I did, sir,' answered the monarch proudly; 'I sacked the most fashionable quarters myself. I expect my booty will be forwarded -- shortly. Didn't you know Troy was taken?' he asked suspiciously. 'Couldn't you see the beacon I lighted just before I started?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_43": "The King tried, but the blade stuck half way, and what was visible of it seemed thickly coated with rust; but Agamemnon said it was gore, and his orderly must have forgotten to clean his accoutrements after the fall of Troy. He added that it was the effect of the sea air.\n\n<|Q|>'Troy really has fallen then?'<|Q|> asked \u00c6gisthus. 'I suppose you stayed to see the thing out?'\n\n'I did, sir,' answered the monarch proudly; 'I sacked the most fashionable quarters myself. I expect my booty will be forwarded -- shortly. Didn't you know Troy was taken?' he asked suspiciously. 'Couldn't you see the beacon I lighted just before I started?'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_21": "\u201cNo, try this hare, which I had killed yesterday in one of my warrens.\u201d\n\n\u201cZounds! what a flavor!\u201d cried D\u2019Artagnan; <|Q|>\u201cah! they are fed on thyme only, your hares.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd how do you like my wine?\u201d asked Porthos; \u201cit is pleasant, isn\u2019t it?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_46": "'Troy really has fallen then?' asked \u00c6gisthus. 'I suppose you stayed to see the thing out?'\n\n'I did, sir,' answered the monarch proudly; 'I sacked the most fashionable quarters myself. I expect my booty will be forwarded -- shortly. Didn't you know Troy was taken?' he asked suspiciously. <|Q|>'Couldn't you see the beacon I lighted just before I started?'<|Q|>\n\nThe courtier murmured that it was wonderful to find so long and tedious a journey accomplished in such capital time.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_22": "\u201cZounds! what a flavor!\u201d cried D\u2019Artagnan; \u201cah! they are fed on thyme only, your hares.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd how do you like my wine?\u201d<|Q|> asked Porthos; \u201cit is pleasant, isn\u2019t it?\u201d\n\n\u201cCapital!\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_23": "\u201cZounds! what a flavor!\u201d cried D\u2019Artagnan; \u201cah! they are fed on thyme only, your hares.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd how do you like my wine?\u201d asked Porthos; <|Q|>\u201cit is pleasant, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCapital!\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_20": "And presently there was a fresh stir in the crowd, and then a rumbling of wheels as the covered chariot from the station rolled, amidst faint cheering, up to the palace gates, and was saluted by the one aged sentinel who stood on guard.\n\n'It is Agamemnon,' gasped the Queen; <|Q|>'he has come already -- he must not find me unprepared. I will go within.'<|Q|>\n\nShe had just time to retire hastily, followed by \u00c6gisthus, before a short stout man in faded regimentals and a cocked hat with a moulting plume descended from the vehicle.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_25": "\u201cReally?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, a small declivity to the south, yonder on my hill, gives me twenty hogsheads.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cQuite a vineyard, hey?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_24": "\u201cCapital!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is nothing, however, but a wine of the country.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cReally?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_27": "\u201cWell now,\u201d he said, \u201cit seems, my dear friend, that something vexes you; you are ill, perhaps? That health, which \u2014 \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cExcellent, my dear friend; better than ever. I could kill an ox with a blow of my fist.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, then, family affairs, perhaps?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_2": "And he heaved a sigh.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cUnder any circumstances,\u201d<|Q|> he resumed, \u201cyou are welcome, my dear friend; you will help me to recover my spirits; to-morrow we will hunt the hare on my plain, which is a superb tract of land, or pursue the deer in my woods, which are magnificent. I have four harriers which are considered the swiftest in the county, and a pack of hounds which are unequalled for twenty leagues around.\u201d\n\nAnd Porthos heaved another sigh.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_26": "But a Greek chorus was not easily suppressed, and they broke out again all together, 'Nay, but with bursting hearts would we bid thee thrice hail!'\n\n'Once is ample, thank you,' said the King, with regal politeness; <|Q|>'and I should be really distressed if any of you were to burst on my account. Has anybody such a thing as half a drachma about him?'<|Q|>\n\nHe heard no more of the ode, and the Mayor thought it advisable to roll up his address and take his Corporation home.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_30": "\u201cFamily! I have, happily, only myself in the world to care for.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut what makes you sigh?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMy dear fellow,\u201d replied Porthos, \u201cto be candid with you, I am not happy.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_4": "And Porthos heaved another sigh.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut, first,\u201d<|Q|> interposed D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cyou must present me to Madame du Vallon.\u201d\n\nA third sigh from Porthos.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_51": "'You are not a time-table, my love,' interrupted the monarch, coldly. 'I won't trouble you for all these details. Come to the point.'\n\n'The point is,' she explained sweetly, <|Q|>'that we have only just seen the beacon flame arrive here at Arachn\u00e6us, after leaping from height to height across lake and plain; so that you, my dearest, must have made the distance with almost equal celerity!'<|Q|>\n\n'I came with the beacon,' said Agamemnon, coughing; 'perhaps that disposes of the difficulty?'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_6": "A third sigh from Porthos.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI lost Madame du Vallon two years ago,\u201d<|Q|> he said, \u201cand you find me still in affliction on that account. That was the reason why I left my Chateau du Vallon near Corbeil, and came to my estate, Bracieux. Poor Madame du Vallon! her temper was uncertain, but she came at last to accustom herself to my little ways and understand my little wishes.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo you are free now, and rich?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_35": "\u201cMy dear friend, all those things I have, but I am a hermit in the midst of superfluity.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSurrounded, I suppose, only by clodhoppers, with whom you could not associate.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nPorthos turned rather pale and drank off a large glass of wine.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_7": "A third sigh from Porthos.\n\n\u201cI lost Madame du Vallon two years ago,\u201d he said, <|Q|>\u201cand you find me still in affliction on that account. That was the reason why I left my Chateau du Vallon near Corbeil, and came to my estate, Bracieux. Poor Madame du Vallon! her temper was uncertain, but she came at last to accustom herself to my little ways and understand my little wishes.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSo you are free now, and rich?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_9": "\u201cSo you are free now, and rich?\u201d\n\n\u201cAlas!\u201d groaned Porthos, <|Q|>\u201cI am a widower and have forty thousand francs a year. Let us go to breakfast.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI shall be happy to do so; the morning air has made me hungry.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_10": "\u201cAlas!\u201d groaned Porthos, \u201cI am a widower and have forty thousand francs a year. Let us go to breakfast.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI shall be happy to do so; the morning air has made me hungry.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said Porthos; \u201cmy air is excellent.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_39": "\u201cA baron, don\u2019t you mean?\u201d cried D\u2019Artagnan, finishing his friend\u2019s sentence.\n\n\u201cAh!\u201d cried Porthos; <|Q|>\u201cwould I were but a baron!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, my friend, I am come to give you this very title which you wish for so much.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_40": "\u201cAh!\u201d cried Porthos; \u201cwould I were but a baron!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, my friend, I am come to give you this very title which you wish for so much.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nPorthos gave a start that shook the room; two or three bottles fell and were broken. Mousqueton ran thither, hearing the noise.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_37": "'The very same,' said Agamemnon, smiling. 'I wore it all through the campaign. Your true warrior is no dandy!'\n\n<|Q|>'We were given to understand you were wounded,'<|Q|> remarked \u00c6gisthus.\n\n'Oh,' said the King, 'yes; I was considerably wounded -- all over the chest and arms. But what cared I?'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_14": "\u201cYou see,\u201d said Porthos, \u201cthis is my usual style.\u201d\n\n\u201cDevil take me!\u201d answered D\u2019Artagnan, <|Q|>\u201cI wish you joy of it. The king has nothing like it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d answered Porthos, \u201cI hear it said that he is very badly fed by the cardinal, Monsieur de Mazarin. Taste this cutlet, my dear D\u2019Artagnan; \u2019tis off one of my sheep.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_43": "\u201cI am glad to see,\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cthat you have still that honest lad with you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe is my steward,\u201d<|Q|> replied Porthos; \u201che will never leave me. Go away now, Mouston.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo he\u2019s called Mouston,\u201d thought D\u2019Artagnan; \u201c\u2019tis too long a word to pronounce \u2018Mousqueton.\u2019\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_15": "\u201cDevil take me!\u201d answered D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cI wish you joy of it. The king has nothing like it.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d answered Porthos, <|Q|>\u201cI hear it said that he is very badly fed by the cardinal, Monsieur de Mazarin. Taste this cutlet, my dear D\u2019Artagnan; \u2019tis off one of my sheep.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou have very tender mutton and I wish you joy of it.\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_18": "\u201cYes, the sheep are fed in my meadows, which are excellent pasture.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGive me another cutlet.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, try this hare, which I had killed yesterday in one of my warrens.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_19": "\u201cGive me another cutlet.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, try this hare, which I had killed yesterday in one of my warrens.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cZounds! what a flavor!\u201d cried D\u2019Artagnan; \u201cah! they are fed on thyme only, your hares.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_17": "\u201cYou have very tender mutton and I wish you joy of it.\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, the sheep are fed in my meadows, which are excellent pasture.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cGive me another cutlet.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_20": "\u201cNo, try this hare, which I had killed yesterday in one of my warrens.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cZounds! what a flavor!\u201d<|Q|> cried D\u2019Artagnan; \u201cah! they are fed on thyme only, your hares.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd how do you like my wine?\u201d asked Porthos; \u201cit is pleasant, isn\u2019t it?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_49": "\u201cWell,\u201d he said aloud, \u201clet us resume our conversation later, your people may suspect something; there may be spies about. You can suppose, Porthos, that what I have to say relates to most important matters.\u201d\n\n\u201cDevil take them; let us walk in the park,\u201d answered Porthos, <|Q|>\u201cfor the sake of digestion.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cEgad,\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cthe park is like everything else and there are as many fish in your pond as rabbits in your warren; you are a happy man, my friend since you have not only retained your love of the chase, but acquired that of fishing.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_50": "\u201cDevil take them; let us walk in the park,\u201d answered Porthos, \u201cfor the sake of digestion.\u201d\n\n\u201cEgad,\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan, <|Q|>\u201cthe park is like everything else and there are as many fish in your pond as rabbits in your warren; you are a happy man, my friend since you have not only retained your love of the chase, but acquired that of fishing.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMy friend,\u201d replied Porthos, \u201cI leave fishing to Mousqueton, \u2014 it is a vulgar pleasure, \u2014 but I shoot sometimes; that is to say, when I am dull, and I sit on one of those marble seats, have my gun brought to me, my favorite dog, and I shoot rabbits.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_17": "'Any way,' said \u00c6gisthus, with an attempted ease, 'you won't want me any longer, and so, if you will kindly excuse me, I -- I think I'll retire to some quiet spot whither I can drag myself with my broken heart and bleed to death, like a wounded deer, don't you know!'\n\n'You can do all that just as well here,' she replied. <|Q|>'I wish you to stay. Who knows what may happen?'<|Q|> -- she added, with a sinister smile, 'We may be happy yet!'\n\nClytemnestra's sinister smiles always made \u00c6gisthus feel exactly as if something was disagreeing with him -- so he stayed.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_53": "\u201cMy friend,\u201d replied Porthos, \u201cI leave fishing to Mousqueton, \u2014 it is a vulgar pleasure, \u2014 but I shoot sometimes; that is to say, when I am dull, and I sit on one of those marble seats, have my gun brought to me, my favorite dog, and I shoot rabbits.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cReally, how very amusing!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d replied Porthos, with a sigh, \u201cit is amusing.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_55": "\u201cReally, how very amusing!\u201d\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d replied Porthos, with a sigh, <|Q|>\u201cit is amusing.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nD\u2019Artagnan now no longer counted the sighs. They were innumerable.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_26": "\u201cYes, a small declivity to the south, yonder on my hill, gives me twenty hogsheads.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cQuite a vineyard, hey?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nPorthos sighed for the fifth time \u2014 D\u2019Artagnan had counted his sighs. He became curious to solve the problem.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_24": "'Will you kindly count the boxes?' interrupted the monarch, who hated sentiment; 'there should be four -- a tin cocked-hat box, two camel-hair trunks, and a carpet bag.'\n\nBut a Greek chorus was not easily suppressed, and they broke out again all together, <|Q|>'Nay, but with bursting hearts would we bid thee thrice hail!'<|Q|>\n\n'Once is ample, thank you,' said the King, with regal politeness; 'and I should be really distressed if any of you were to burst on my account. Has anybody such a thing as half a drachma about him?'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_28": "\u201cExcellent, my dear friend; better than ever. I could kill an ox with a blow of my fist.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, then, family affairs, perhaps?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFamily! I have, happily, only myself in the world to care for.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_56": "D\u2019Artagnan now no longer counted the sighs. They were innumerable.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHowever, what had you to say to me?\u201d<|Q|> he resumed; \u201clet us return to that subject.\u201d\n\n\u201cWith pleasure,\u201d replied D\u2019Artagnan; \u201cI must, however, first frankly tell you that you must change your mode of life.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_31": "\u201cBut what makes you sigh?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy dear fellow,\u201d<|Q|> replied Porthos, \u201cto be candid with you, I am not happy.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are not happy, Porthos? You who have chateau, meadows, mountains, woods \u2014 you who have forty thousand francs a year \u2014 you \u2014 are \u2014 not \u2014 happy?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_5": "And Porthos heaved another sigh.\n\n\u201cBut, first,\u201d interposed D\u2019Artagnan, <|Q|>\u201cyou must present me to Madame du Vallon.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nA third sigh from Porthos.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_62": "\u201cI see you are spoiled, dear friend; you are corpulent, your arm has no longer that movement of which the late cardinal\u2019s guards have so many proofs.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh! my fist is strong enough I swear,\u201d<|Q|> cried Porthos, extending a hand like a shoulder of mutton.\n\n\u201cSo much the better.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_32": "\u201cBut what makes you sigh?\u201d\n\n\u201cMy dear fellow,\u201d replied Porthos, <|Q|>\u201cto be candid with you, I am not happy.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou are not happy, Porthos? You who have chateau, meadows, mountains, woods \u2014 you who have forty thousand francs a year \u2014 you \u2014 are \u2014 not \u2014 happy?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_34": "\u201cYou are not happy, Porthos? You who have chateau, meadows, mountains, woods \u2014 you who have forty thousand francs a year \u2014 you \u2014 are \u2014 not \u2014 happy?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy dear friend, all those things I have, but I am a hermit in the midst of superfluity.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSurrounded, I suppose, only by clodhoppers, with whom you could not associate.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_8": "\u201cI lost Madame du Vallon two years ago,\u201d he said, \u201cand you find me still in affliction on that account. That was the reason why I left my Chateau du Vallon near Corbeil, and came to my estate, Bracieux. Poor Madame du Vallon! her temper was uncertain, but she came at last to accustom herself to my little ways and understand my little wishes.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo you are free now, and rich?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAlas!\u201d groaned Porthos, \u201cI am a widower and have forty thousand francs a year. Let us go to breakfast.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_37": "D\u2019Artagnan smiled. He now saw where the breastplate was weak, and prepared the blow.\n\n\u201cBut now,\u201d he said, <|Q|>\u201cthat you are a widower, your wife\u2019s connection cannot injure you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, but understand me; not being of a race of historic fame, like the De Courcys, who were content to be plain sirs, or the Rohans, who didn\u2019t wish to be dukes, all these people, who are all either vicomtes or comtes go before me at church in all the ceremonies, and I can say nothing to them. Ah! If I only were a \u2014 \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_38": "\u201cYes, but understand me; not being of a race of historic fame, like the De Courcys, who were content to be plain sirs, or the Rohans, who didn\u2019t wish to be dukes, all these people, who are all either vicomtes or comtes go before me at church in all the ceremonies, and I can say nothing to them. Ah! If I only were a \u2014 \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cA baron, don\u2019t you mean?\u201d<|Q|> cried D\u2019Artagnan, finishing his friend\u2019s sentence.\n\n\u201cAh!\u201d cried Porthos; \u201cwould I were but a baron!\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_12": "They went into the chateau; there was nothing but gilding, high and low; the cornices were gilt, the mouldings were gilt, the legs and arms of the chairs were gilt. A table, ready set out, awaited them.\n\n\u201cYou see,\u201d said Porthos, <|Q|>\u201cthis is my usual style.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDevil take me!\u201d answered D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cI wish you joy of it. The king has nothing like it.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_68": "\u201cAre you a politician, friend?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot in the least.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAre you for Mazarin or for the princes?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_41": "Porthos waved his hand to Mousqueton to pick up the bottles.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI am glad to see,\u201d<|Q|> said D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cthat you have still that honest lad with you.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is my steward,\u201d replied Porthos; \u201che will never leave me. Go away now, Mouston.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_44": "\u201cI am glad to see,\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cthat you have still that honest lad with you.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is my steward,\u201d replied Porthos; <|Q|>\u201che will never leave me. Go away now, Mouston.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSo he\u2019s called Mouston,\u201d thought D\u2019Artagnan; \u201c\u2019tis too long a word to pronounce \u2018Mousqueton.\u2019\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_70": "\u201cAre you for Mazarin or for the princes?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI am for no one.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat is to say, you are for us. Well, I tell you that I come to you from the cardinal.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_45": "\u201cHe is my steward,\u201d replied Porthos; \u201che will never leave me. Go away now, Mouston.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo he\u2019s called Mouston,\u201d<|Q|> thought D\u2019Artagnan; \u201c\u2019tis too long a word to pronounce \u2018Mousqueton.\u2019\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he said aloud, \u201clet us resume our conversation later, your people may suspect something; there may be spies about. You can suppose, Porthos, that what I have to say relates to most important matters.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_39": "'Oh,' said the King, 'yes; I was considerably wounded -- all over the chest and arms. But what cared I?'\n\n'Exactly,' said \u00c6gisthus; <|Q|>'and, curiously enough, the weapons don't seem to have pierced your coat at all. I observe there are no patches.'<|Q|>\n\n'No,' the King replied; 'so you noticed that, eh? Well, the reason of that is that those fellows out there have a peculiar sort of way of cutting and slashing, so as to -- -- '", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_46": "\u201cHe is my steward,\u201d replied Porthos; \u201che will never leave me. Go away now, Mouston.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo he\u2019s called Mouston,\u201d thought D\u2019Artagnan; <|Q|>\u201c\u2019tis too long a word to pronounce \u2018Mousqueton.\u2019\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he said aloud, \u201clet us resume our conversation later, your people may suspect something; there may be spies about. You can suppose, Porthos, that what I have to say relates to most important matters.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_75": "\u201cAnd who spoke to him of me?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cRochefort \u2014 you remember him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, pardieu! It was he who gave us so much trouble and kept us on the road so much; you gave him three sword-wounds in three separate engagements.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_47": "\u201cSo he\u2019s called Mouston,\u201d thought D\u2019Artagnan; \u201c\u2019tis too long a word to pronounce \u2018Mousqueton.\u2019\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he said aloud, <|Q|>\u201clet us resume our conversation later, your people may suspect something; there may be spies about. You can suppose, Porthos, that what I have to say relates to most important matters.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDevil take them; let us walk in the park,\u201d answered Porthos, \u201cfor the sake of digestion.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_76": "\u201cRochefort \u2014 you remember him?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, pardieu! It was he who gave us so much trouble and kept us on the road so much; you gave him three sword-wounds in three separate engagements.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut you know he is now our friend?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_50": "'Don't you see?' said Clytemnestra. 'Why, you say you had the fire lighted at Ida when you started; then, of course, they would see it directly over at Lemnos, and light theirs; and then at Athos, and then -- -- '\n\n'You are not a time-table, my love,' interrupted the monarch, coldly. <|Q|>'I won't trouble you for all these details. Come to the point.'<|Q|>\n\n'The point is,' she explained sweetly, 'that we have only just seen the beacon flame arrive here at Arachn\u00e6us, after leaping from height to height across lake and plain; so that you, my dearest, must have made the distance with almost equal celerity!'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_51": "\u201cEgad,\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cthe park is like everything else and there are as many fish in your pond as rabbits in your warren; you are a happy man, my friend since you have not only retained your love of the chase, but acquired that of fishing.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy friend,\u201d<|Q|> replied Porthos, \u201cI leave fishing to Mousqueton, \u2014 it is a vulgar pleasure, \u2014 but I shoot sometimes; that is to say, when I am dull, and I sit on one of those marble seats, have my gun brought to me, my favorite dog, and I shoot rabbits.\u201d\n\n\u201cReally, how very amusing!\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_54": "\u201cReally, how very amusing!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes,\u201d<|Q|> replied Porthos, with a sigh, \u201cit is amusing.\u201d\n\nD\u2019Artagnan now no longer counted the sighs. They were innumerable.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_81": "\u201cYou are mistaken, Porthos,\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan. \u201cIt is I who cherish no resentment.\u201d\n\nPorthos didn\u2019t understand any too clearly; but then we know that understanding was not his strong point. <|Q|>\u201cYou say, then,\u201d<|Q|> he continued, \u201cthat the Count de Rochefort spoke of me to the cardinal?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, and the queen, too.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_80": "\u201cNo, I didn\u2019t know that. So he cherishes no resentment?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are mistaken, Porthos,\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan. <|Q|>\u201cIt is I who cherish no resentment.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nPorthos didn\u2019t understand any too clearly; but then we know that understanding was not his strong point. \u201cYou say, then,\u201d he continued, \u201cthat the Count de Rochefort spoke of me to the cardinal?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_52": "'The point is,' she explained sweetly, 'that we have only just seen the beacon flame arrive here at Arachn\u00e6us, after leaping from height to height across lake and plain; so that you, my dearest, must have made the distance with almost equal celerity!'\n\n<|Q|>'I came with the beacon,'<|Q|> said Agamemnon, coughing; 'perhaps that disposes of the difficulty?'\n\n'Perhaps,' said the Queen; 'I mean quite. And now,' she continued, after a rapid exchange of glances with \u00c6gisthus, 'you will come indoors, and have a nice cup of coffee and a warm bath before you do anything else, won't you?'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_84": "\u201cYes, and the queen, too.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe queen, do you say?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTo inspire us with confidence she has even placed in Mazarin\u2019s hands that famous diamond \u2014 you remember all about it \u2014 that I once sold to Monsieur des Essarts and of which, I don\u2019t know how, she has regained possession.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_82": "\u201cYou are mistaken, Porthos,\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan. \u201cIt is I who cherish no resentment.\u201d\n\nPorthos didn\u2019t understand any too clearly; but then we know that understanding was not his strong point. \u201cYou say, then,\u201d he continued, <|Q|>\u201cthat the Count de Rochefort spoke of me to the cardinal?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, and the queen, too.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_58": "\u201cHowever, what had you to say to me?\u201d he resumed; \u201clet us return to that subject.\u201d\n\n\u201cWith pleasure,\u201d replied D\u2019Artagnan; <|Q|>\u201cI must, however, first frankly tell you that you must change your mode of life.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHow?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_85": "\u201cThe queen, do you say?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo inspire us with confidence she has even placed in Mazarin\u2019s hands that famous diamond \u2014 you remember all about it \u2014 that I once sold to Monsieur des Essarts and of which, I don\u2019t know how, she has regained possession.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut it seems to me,\u201d said Porthos, \u201cthat she would have done much better if she had given it back to you.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_60": "\u201cGo into harness again, gird on your sword, run after adventures, and leave as in old times a little of your fat on the roadside.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh! hang it!\u201d<|Q|> said Porthos.\n\n\u201cI see you are spoiled, dear friend; you are corpulent, your arm has no longer that movement of which the late cardinal\u2019s guards have so many proofs.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_89": "\u201cSo I think,\u201d replied D\u2019Artagnan; \u201cbut kings and queens are strange beings and have odd fancies; nevertheless, since they are the ones who have riches and honors, we are devoted to them.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, we are devoted to them,\u201d<|Q|> repeated Porthos; \u201cand you \u2014 to whom are you devoted now?\u201d\n\n\u201cTo the king, the queen, and to the cardinal; moreover, I have answered for your devotion also.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_61": "\u201cAh! hang it!\u201d said Porthos.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI see you are spoiled, dear friend; you are corpulent, your arm has no longer that movement of which the late cardinal\u2019s guards have so many proofs.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh! my fist is strong enough I swear,\u201d cried Porthos, extending a hand like a shoulder of mutton.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_63": "\u201cAh! my fist is strong enough I swear,\u201d cried Porthos, extending a hand like a shoulder of mutton.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo much the better.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAre we then to go to war?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_92": "\u201cTo the king, the queen, and to the cardinal; moreover, I have answered for your devotion also.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd you say that you have made certain conditions on my behalf?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMagnificent, my dear fellow, magnificent! In the first place you have plenty of money, haven\u2019t you? forty thousand francs income, I think you said.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_93": "\u201cAnd you say that you have made certain conditions on my behalf?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMagnificent, my dear fellow, magnificent! In the first place you have plenty of money, haven\u2019t you? forty thousand francs income, I think you said.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nPorthos began to be suspicious. \u201cEh! my friend,\u201d said he, \u201cone never has too much money. Madame du Vallon left things in much disorder; I am not much of a hand at figures, so that I live almost from hand to mouth.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_64": "\u201cSo much the better.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAre we then to go to war?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBy my troth, yes.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_95": "\u201cMagnificent, my dear fellow, magnificent! In the first place you have plenty of money, haven\u2019t you? forty thousand francs income, I think you said.\u201d\n\nPorthos began to be suspicious. \u201cEh! my friend,\u201d said he, <|Q|>\u201cone never has too much money. Madame du Vallon left things in much disorder; I am not much of a hand at figures, so that I live almost from hand to mouth.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHe is afraid I have come to borrow money,\u201d thought D\u2019Artagnan. \u201cAh, my friend,\u201d said he, \u201cit is all the better if you are in difficulties.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_96": "Porthos began to be suspicious. \u201cEh! my friend,\u201d said he, \u201cone never has too much money. Madame du Vallon left things in much disorder; I am not much of a hand at figures, so that I live almost from hand to mouth.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe is afraid I have come to borrow money,\u201d<|Q|> thought D\u2019Artagnan. \u201cAh, my friend,\u201d said he, \u201cit is all the better if you are in difficulties.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow is it all the better?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_69": "\u201cNot in the least.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAre you for Mazarin or for the princes?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI am for no one.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_72": "This speech was heard by Porthos in the same sense as if it had still been in the year 1640 and related to the true cardinal.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHo! ho! What are the wishes of his eminence?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHe wishes to have you in his service.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_99": "\u201cHe is afraid I have come to borrow money,\u201d thought D\u2019Artagnan. \u201cAh, my friend,\u201d said he, \u201cit is all the better if you are in difficulties.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow is it all the better?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, for his eminence will give you all that you want \u2014 land, money, and titles.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_100": "\u201cHow is it all the better?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, for his eminence will give you all that you want \u2014 land, money, and titles.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh! ah! ah!\u201d said Porthos, opening his eyes at that last word.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_73": "\u201cHo! ho! What are the wishes of his eminence?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe wishes to have you in his service.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd who spoke to him of me?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_74": "\u201cHe wishes to have you in his service.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd who spoke to him of me?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cRochefort \u2014 you remember him?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_48": "\u201cWell,\u201d he said aloud, \u201clet us resume our conversation later, your people may suspect something; there may be spies about. You can suppose, Porthos, that what I have to say relates to most important matters.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDevil take them; let us walk in the park,\u201d<|Q|> answered Porthos, \u201cfor the sake of digestion.\u201d\n\n\u201cEgad,\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cthe park is like everything else and there are as many fish in your pond as rabbits in your warren; you are a happy man, my friend since you have not only retained your love of the chase, but acquired that of fishing.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_45": "'Troy really has fallen then?' asked \u00c6gisthus. 'I suppose you stayed to see the thing out?'\n\n'I did, sir,' answered the monarch proudly; <|Q|>'I sacked the most fashionable quarters myself. I expect my booty will be forwarded -- shortly. Didn't you know Troy was taken?'<|Q|> he asked suspiciously. 'Couldn't you see the beacon I lighted just before I started?'\n\nThe courtier murmured that it was wonderful to find so long and tedious a journey accomplished in such capital time.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_79": "\u201cNo, I didn\u2019t know that. So he cherishes no resentment?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou are mistaken, Porthos,\u201d<|Q|> said D\u2019Artagnan. \u201cIt is I who cherish no resentment.\u201d\n\nPorthos didn\u2019t understand any too clearly; but then we know that understanding was not his strong point. \u201cYou say, then,\u201d he continued, \u201cthat the Count de Rochefort spoke of me to the cardinal?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_78": "\u201cBut you know he is now our friend?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, I didn\u2019t know that. So he cherishes no resentment?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou are mistaken, Porthos,\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan. \u201cIt is I who cherish no resentment.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_77": "\u201cYes, pardieu! It was he who gave us so much trouble and kept us on the road so much; you gave him three sword-wounds in three separate engagements.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut you know he is now our friend?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, I didn\u2019t know that. So he cherishes no resentment?\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_06_anstey_64kb_49": "'Don't you see?' said Clytemnestra. 'Why, you say you had the fire lighted at Ida when you started; then, of course, they would see it directly over at Lemnos, and light theirs; and then at Athos, and then -- -- '\n\n<|Q|>'You are not a time-table, my love,'<|Q|> interrupted the monarch, coldly. 'I won't trouble you for all these details. Come to the point.'\n\n'The point is,' she explained sweetly, 'that we have only just seen the beacon flame arrive here at Arachn\u00e6us, after leaping from height to height across lake and plain; so that you, my dearest, must have made the distance with almost equal celerity!'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_111": "\u201cYes, I have seen Aramis.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd what does he wish? To be a bishop?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAramis,\u201d answered D\u2019Artagnan, who did not wish to undeceive Porthos, \u201cAramis, fancy, has become a monk and a Jesuit, and lives like a bear. My offers did not arouse him, \u2014 did not even tempt him.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_83": "Porthos didn\u2019t understand any too clearly; but then we know that understanding was not his strong point. \u201cYou say, then,\u201d he continued, \u201cthat the Count de Rochefort spoke of me to the cardinal?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, and the queen, too.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThe queen, do you say?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_29": "\u201cWell, then, family affairs, perhaps?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFamily! I have, happily, only myself in the world to care for.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut what makes you sigh?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_112": "\u201cAnd what does he wish? To be a bishop?\u201d\n\n\u201cAramis,\u201d answered D\u2019Artagnan, who did not wish to undeceive Porthos, <|Q|>\u201cAramis, fancy, has become a monk and a Jesuit, and lives like a bear. My offers did not arouse him, \u2014 did not even tempt him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSo much the worse! He was a clever man. And Athos?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_115": "\u201cI have not yet seen him. Do you know where I shall find him?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNear Blois. He is called Bragelonne. Only imagine, my dear friend. Athos, who was of as high birth as the emperor and who inherits one estate which gives him the title of comte, what is he to do with all those dignities \u2014 the Comte de la Fere, Comte de Bragelonne?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd he has no children with all these titles?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_86": "\u201cTo inspire us with confidence she has even placed in Mazarin\u2019s hands that famous diamond \u2014 you remember all about it \u2014 that I once sold to Monsieur des Essarts and of which, I don\u2019t know how, she has regained possession.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut it seems to me,\u201d<|Q|> said Porthos, \u201cthat she would have done much better if she had given it back to you.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo I think,\u201d replied D\u2019Artagnan; \u201cbut kings and queens are strange beings and have odd fancies; nevertheless, since they are the ones who have riches and honors, we are devoted to them.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_88": "\u201cBut it seems to me,\u201d said Porthos, \u201cthat she would have done much better if she had given it back to you.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo I think,\u201d replied D\u2019Artagnan; <|Q|>\u201cbut kings and queens are strange beings and have odd fancies; nevertheless, since they are the ones who have riches and honors, we are devoted to them.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, we are devoted to them,\u201d repeated Porthos; \u201cand you \u2014 to whom are you devoted now?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_118": "\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, I shall see him to-morrow and tell him about you; but I\u2019m afraid, entre nous, that his liking for wine has aged and degraded him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, he used to drink a great deal,\u201d replied Porthos.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_87": "\u201cTo inspire us with confidence she has even placed in Mazarin\u2019s hands that famous diamond \u2014 you remember all about it \u2014 that I once sold to Monsieur des Essarts and of which, I don\u2019t know how, she has regained possession.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut it seems to me,\u201d said Porthos, <|Q|>\u201cthat she would have done much better if she had given it back to you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSo I think,\u201d replied D\u2019Artagnan; \u201cbut kings and queens are strange beings and have odd fancies; nevertheless, since they are the ones who have riches and honors, we are devoted to them.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_90": "\u201cSo I think,\u201d replied D\u2019Artagnan; \u201cbut kings and queens are strange beings and have odd fancies; nevertheless, since they are the ones who have riches and honors, we are devoted to them.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, we are devoted to them,\u201d repeated Porthos; <|Q|>\u201cand you \u2014 to whom are you devoted now?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cTo the king, the queen, and to the cardinal; moreover, I have answered for your devotion also.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_91": "\u201cYes, we are devoted to them,\u201d repeated Porthos; \u201cand you \u2014 to whom are you devoted now?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTo the king, the queen, and to the cardinal; moreover, I have answered for your devotion also.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd you say that you have made certain conditions on my behalf?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_120": "\u201cYes, he used to drink a great deal,\u201d replied Porthos.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd then he was older than any of us,\u201d<|Q|> added D\u2019Artagnan.\n\n\u201cSome years only. His gravity made him look older than he was.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_66": "\u201cBy my troth, yes.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAgainst whom?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAre you a politician, friend?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_67": "\u201cAgainst whom?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAre you a politician, friend?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNot in the least.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_124": "\u201cYes,\u201d said Porthos, smiling at the remembrance of his former exploits; \u201cbut we four, altogether, would be equal to thirty-six, more especially as you say the work will not be child\u2019s play. Will it last long?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBy\u2019r Lady! two or three years perhaps.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSo much the better,\u201d cried Porthos. \u201cYou have no idea, my friend, how my bones ache since I came here. Sometimes on a Sunday, I take a ride in the fields and on the property of my neighbours, in order to pick up a nice little quarrel, which I am really in want of, but nothing happens. Either they respect or they fear me, which is more likely, but they let me trample down the clover with my dogs, insult and obstruct every one, and I come back still more weary and low-spirited, that\u2019s all. At any rate, tell me: there\u2019s more chance of fighting in Paris, is there not?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_94": "\u201cMagnificent, my dear fellow, magnificent! In the first place you have plenty of money, haven\u2019t you? forty thousand francs income, I think you said.\u201d\n\nPorthos began to be suspicious. <|Q|>\u201cEh! my friend,\u201d<|Q|> said he, \u201cone never has too much money. Madame du Vallon left things in much disorder; I am not much of a hand at figures, so that I live almost from hand to mouth.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is afraid I have come to borrow money,\u201d thought D\u2019Artagnan. \u201cAh, my friend,\u201d said he, \u201cit is all the better if you are in difficulties.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_97": "Porthos began to be suspicious. \u201cEh! my friend,\u201d said he, \u201cone never has too much money. Madame du Vallon left things in much disorder; I am not much of a hand at figures, so that I live almost from hand to mouth.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is afraid I have come to borrow money,\u201d thought D\u2019Artagnan. <|Q|>\u201cAh, my friend,\u201d<|Q|> said he, \u201cit is all the better if you are in difficulties.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow is it all the better?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_42": "Porthos waved his hand to Mousqueton to pick up the bottles.\n\n\u201cI am glad to see,\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan, <|Q|>\u201cthat you have still that honest lad with you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHe is my steward,\u201d replied Porthos; \u201che will never leave me. Go away now, Mouston.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_98": "Porthos began to be suspicious. \u201cEh! my friend,\u201d said he, \u201cone never has too much money. Madame du Vallon left things in much disorder; I am not much of a hand at figures, so that I live almost from hand to mouth.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is afraid I have come to borrow money,\u201d thought D\u2019Artagnan. \u201cAh, my friend,\u201d said he, <|Q|>\u201cit is all the better if you are in difficulties.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHow is it all the better?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_71": "\u201cI am for no one.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat is to say, you are for us. Well, I tell you that I come to you from the cardinal.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThis speech was heard by Porthos in the same sense as if it had still been in the year 1640 and related to the true cardinal.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_132": "\u201cWell, then, I decide.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have your word, then?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, \u2019tis given. I shall fight heart and soul for Mazarin; but \u2014 \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_101": "\u201cYes, for his eminence will give you all that you want \u2014 land, money, and titles.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh! ah! ah!\u201d<|Q|> said Porthos, opening his eyes at that last word.\n\n\u201cUnder the other cardinal,\u201d continued D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cwe didn\u2019t know enough to make our profits; this, however, doesn\u2019t concern you, with your forty thousand francs income, the happiest man in the world, it seems to me.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_134": "\u201cBut he must make me a baron.\u201d\n\n\u201cZounds!\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan, <|Q|>\u201cthat\u2019s settled already; I will be responsible for the barony.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nOn this promise being given, Porthos, who had never doubted his friend\u2019s assurance, turned back with him toward the castle.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_133": "\u201cBut?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut he must make me a baron.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cZounds!\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cthat\u2019s settled already; I will be responsible for the barony.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_106": "\u201cWell, my dear friend, win it \u2014 it is at the point of your sword. We shall not interfere with each other \u2014 your object is a title; mine, money. If I can get enough to rebuild Artagnan, which my ancestors, impoverished by the Crusades, allowed to fall into ruins, and to buy thirty acres of land about it, that is all I wish. I shall retire and die tranquilly \u2014 at home.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFor my part,\u201d<|Q|> said Porthos, \u201cI desire to be made a baron.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou shall be one.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_107": "\u201cWell, my dear friend, win it \u2014 it is at the point of your sword. We shall not interfere with each other \u2014 your object is a title; mine, money. If I can get enough to rebuild Artagnan, which my ancestors, impoverished by the Crusades, allowed to fall into ruins, and to buy thirty acres of land about it, that is all I wish. I shall retire and die tranquilly \u2014 at home.\u201d\n\n\u201cFor my part,\u201d said Porthos, <|Q|>\u201cI desire to be made a baron.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou shall be one.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_108": "\u201cFor my part,\u201d said Porthos, \u201cI desire to be made a baron.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou shall be one.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd have you not seen any of our other friends?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_110": "\u201cAnd have you not seen any of our other friends?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, I have seen Aramis.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd what does he wish? To be a bishop?\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_5": "'Cheer up, mother,' answered her son, 'I have a feeling that luck is coming to us.' And at the next turning they came to a little house, in the window of which a light was burning.\n\n'Didn't I tell you so?' cried the prince. <|Q|>'Stay here a moment and I will go and see if I can get food and shelter for the night.'<|Q|> And away he ran as fast as he could go, for by this time they were very hungry, as they had brought very little food with them and had eaten up every scrap! When one takes a long journey on foot one does not like to have too much to carry.\n\nThe prince entered the house and looked about him, going from one room to the other, but seeing nobody and finding nothing to eat. At last, as he was going sorrowfully away, he caught sight of a sword and shirt of mail hanging on the wall in an inner room, with a piece of paper fastened under them. On the paper was some writing, which said that whoever wore the coat and carried the sword would be safe from all danger.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_109": "\u201cYou shall be one.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd have you not seen any of our other friends?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, I have seen Aramis.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_6": "The prince was so delighted at the sight that he forgot how hungry he was, and instantly slipped on the coat of chain armour under his tunic, and hid the sword under his cloak, for he did not mean to say anything about what he had found. Then he went back to his mother, who was waiting impatiently for him.\n\n<|Q|>'What have you been doing all this time?'<|Q|> she asked angrily. 'I thought you had been killed by robbers!'\n\n'Oh, just looking round,' he answered; 'but though I searched everywhere I could find nothing to eat.'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_57": "D\u2019Artagnan now no longer counted the sighs. They were innumerable.\n\n\u201cHowever, what had you to say to me?\u201d he resumed; <|Q|>\u201clet us return to that subject.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWith pleasure,\u201d replied D\u2019Artagnan; \u201cI must, however, first frankly tell you that you must change your mode of life.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_114": "\u201cSo much the worse! He was a clever man. And Athos?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have not yet seen him. Do you know where I shall find him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNear Blois. He is called Bragelonne. Only imagine, my dear friend. Athos, who was of as high birth as the emperor and who inherits one estate which gives him the title of comte, what is he to do with all those dignities \u2014 the Comte de la Fere, Comte de Bragelonne?\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_8": "'What have you been doing all this time?' she asked angrily. 'I thought you had been killed by robbers!'\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, just looking round,'<|Q|> he answered; 'but though I searched everywhere I could find nothing to eat.'\n\n'I am very much afraid that it is a robbers' den,' said the queen. 'We had better go on, hungry though we are.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_10": "'Oh, just looking round,' he answered; 'but though I searched everywhere I could find nothing to eat.'\n\n<|Q|>'I am very much afraid that it is a robbers'<|Q|> den,' said the queen. 'We had better go on, hungry though we are.'\n\n'No, it isn't; but still, we had better not stay here,' replied the prince, 'especially as there is nothing to eat. Perhaps we shall find another house.'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_116": "\u201cNear Blois. He is called Bragelonne. Only imagine, my dear friend. Athos, who was of as high birth as the emperor and who inherits one estate which gives him the title of comte, what is he to do with all those dignities \u2014 the Comte de la Fere, Comte de Bragelonne?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd he has no children with all these titles?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh!\u201d said Porthos, \u201cI have heard that he had adopted a young man who resembles him greatly.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_11": "'I am very much afraid that it is a robbers' den,' said the queen. 'We had better go on, hungry though we are.'\n\n<|Q|>'No, it isn't; but still, we had better not stay here,'<|Q|> replied the prince, 'especially as there is nothing to eat. Perhaps we shall find another house.'\n\nThey went on for some time, until, sure enough, they came to another house, which also had a light in the window.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_33": "\u201cMy dear fellow,\u201d replied Porthos, \u201cto be candid with you, I am not happy.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou are not happy, Porthos? You who have chateau, meadows, mountains, woods \u2014 you who have forty thousand francs a year \u2014 you \u2014 are \u2014 not \u2014 happy?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMy dear friend, all those things I have, but I am a hermit in the midst of superfluity.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_121": "\u201cAnd then he was older than any of us,\u201d added D\u2019Artagnan.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSome years only. His gravity made him look older than he was.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell then, if we can get Athos, all will be well. If we cannot, we will do without him. We two are worth a dozen.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_65": "\u201cAre we then to go to war?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBy my troth, yes.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAgainst whom?\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_15": "'We'll go in here,' said the prince.\n\n'No, no; I am afraid!' cried the queen. <|Q|>'We shall be attacked and killed! It is a robbers'<|Q|> den: I am sure it is!'\n\n'Yes, it looks like it; but we can't help that,' said her son. 'We have had nothing to eat for hours, and I'm nearly as tired as you.'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_122": "\u201cSome years only. His gravity made him look older than he was.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell then, if we can get Athos, all will be well. If we cannot, we will do without him. We two are worth a dozen.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said Porthos, smiling at the remembrance of his former exploits; \u201cbut we four, altogether, would be equal to thirty-six, more especially as you say the work will not be child\u2019s play. Will it last long?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_13": "\u201cYou see,\u201d said Porthos, \u201cthis is my usual style.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDevil take me!\u201d<|Q|> answered D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cI wish you joy of it. The king has nothing like it.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d answered Porthos, \u201cI hear it said that he is very badly fed by the cardinal, Monsieur de Mazarin. Taste this cutlet, my dear D\u2019Artagnan; \u2019tis off one of my sheep.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_125": "\u201cBy\u2019r Lady! two or three years perhaps.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo much the better,\u201d<|Q|> cried Porthos. \u201cYou have no idea, my friend, how my bones ache since I came here. Sometimes on a Sunday, I take a ride in the fields and on the property of my neighbours, in order to pick up a nice little quarrel, which I am really in want of, but nothing happens. Either they respect or they fear me, which is more likely, but they let me trample down the clover with my dogs, insult and obstruct every one, and I come back still more weary and low-spirited, that\u2019s all. At any rate, tell me: there\u2019s more chance of fighting in Paris, is there not?\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_128": "\u201cIn that respect, my dear friend, it\u2019s delightful. No more edicts, no more of the cardinal\u2019s guards, no more De Jussacs, nor other bloodhounds. I\u2019Gad! underneath a lamp in an inn, anywhere, they ask \u2018Are you one of the Fronde?\u2019 They unsheathe, and that\u2019s all that is said. The Duke de Guise killed Monsieur de Coligny in the Place Royale and nothing was said of it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh, things go on gaily, then,\u201d<|Q|> said Porthos.\n\n\u201cBesides which, in a short time,\u201d resumed D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cWe shall have set battles, cannonades, conflagrations and there will be great variety.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_129": "\u201cAh, things go on gaily, then,\u201d said Porthos.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBesides which, in a short time,\u201d<|Q|> resumed D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cWe shall have set battles, cannonades, conflagrations and there will be great variety.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, then, I decide.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_130": "\u201cAh, things go on gaily, then,\u201d said Porthos.\n\n\u201cBesides which, in a short time,\u201d resumed D\u2019Artagnan, <|Q|>\u201cWe shall have set battles, cannonades, conflagrations and there will be great variety.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, then, I decide.\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_131": "\u201cBesides which, in a short time,\u201d resumed D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cWe shall have set battles, cannonades, conflagrations and there will be great variety.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, then, I decide.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI have your word, then?\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_25": "'Yes, if you will promise me two things,' he replied; 'first that you will take me home to your country and let me be crowned king instead of your son; and secondly, that you will kill him in case he should try to take the throne from me -- if you will not agree to this I shall kill you.'\n\n<|Q|>'Kill my own son!'<|Q|> gasped the queen, staring at him in horror.\n\n'You need not do that exactly,' said the robber. 'When he returns, just lie on the bed and say that you have been taken ill, and add that you have dreamed that in a forest, a mile away, there are some beautiful apples. If you could only get some of these you would be well again, but if not you will die.'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_102": "\u201cAh! ah! ah!\u201d said Porthos, opening his eyes at that last word.\n\n\u201cUnder the other cardinal,\u201d continued D\u2019Artagnan, <|Q|>\u201cwe didn\u2019t know enough to make our profits; this, however, doesn\u2019t concern you, with your forty thousand francs income, the happiest man in the world, it seems to me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nPorthos sighed.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_104": "\u201cAt the same time,\u201d continued D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cnotwithstanding your forty thousand francs a year, and perhaps even for the very reason that you have forty thousand francs a year, it seems to me that a little coronet would do well on your carriage, hey?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes indeed,\u201d<|Q|> said Porthos.\n\n\u201cWell, my dear friend, win it \u2014 it is at the point of your sword. We shall not interfere with each other \u2014 your object is a title; mine, money. If I can get enough to rebuild Artagnan, which my ancestors, impoverished by the Crusades, allowed to fall into ruins, and to buy thirty acres of land about it, that is all I wish. I shall retire and die tranquilly \u2014 at home.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_1": "They travelled all day, only stopping now and then to rest, and already the queen began to be better and to take a little interest in the things she saw. Just as the evening was coming on they entered the forest. Here it was quite dark, for the trees grew so close together that the sun could not shine through them, and very soon they lost the path, and wandered helplessly about wondering what they should do.\n\n'If we sleep in this dreadful place,' said the queen, who was tired and frightened, <|Q|>'the wild beasts will eat us.'<|Q|> And she began to cry.\n\n'Cheer up, mother,' answered her son, 'I have a feeling that luck is coming to us.' And at the next turning they came to a little house, in the window of which a light was burning.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_0": "They travelled all day, only stopping now and then to rest, and already the queen began to be better and to take a little interest in the things she saw. Just as the evening was coming on they entered the forest. Here it was quite dark, for the trees grew so close together that the sun could not shine through them, and very soon they lost the path, and wandered helplessly about wondering what they should do.\n\n<|Q|>'If we sleep in this dreadful place,'<|Q|> said the queen, who was tired and frightened, 'the wild beasts will eat us.' And she began to cry.\n\n'Cheer up, mother,' answered her son, 'I have a feeling that luck is coming to us.' And at the next turning they came to a little house, in the window of which a light was burning.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_3": "'If we sleep in this dreadful place,' said the queen, who was tired and frightened, 'the wild beasts will eat us.' And she began to cry.\n\n'Cheer up, mother,' answered her son, <|Q|>'I have a feeling that luck is coming to us.'<|Q|> And at the next turning they came to a little house, in the window of which a light was burning.\n\n'Didn't I tell you so?' cried the prince. 'Stay here a moment and I will go and see if I can get food and shelter for the night.' And away he ran as fast as he could go, for by this time they were very hungry, as they had brought very little food with them and had eaten up every scrap! When one takes a long journey on foot one does not like to have too much to carry.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_31": "'Oh, I feel so ill!' said the queen. 'I could not walk a single step; and there is only one thing that will cure me.'\n\n<|Q|>'What is that?'<|Q|> asked the prince.\n\n'I dreamed,' answered the queen, in a faint voice, 'that, a mile away, there is a forest where the most beautiful apples grow, and if I could have some of them I should soon be well again.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_32": "'What is that?' asked the prince.\n\n<|Q|>'I dreamed,'<|Q|> answered the queen, in a faint voice, 'that, a mile away, there is a forest where the most beautiful apples grow, and if I could have some of them I should soon be well again.'\n\n'Oh! but dreams don't mean anything,' said the prince. 'There is a magician who lives near here. I'll go to him and ask for a spell to cure you.'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_52": "\u201cEgad,\u201d said D\u2019Artagnan, \u201cthe park is like everything else and there are as many fish in your pond as rabbits in your warren; you are a happy man, my friend since you have not only retained your love of the chase, but acquired that of fishing.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy friend,\u201d replied Porthos, <|Q|>\u201cI leave fishing to Mousqueton, \u2014 it is a vulgar pleasure, \u2014 but I shoot sometimes; that is to say, when I am dull, and I sit on one of those marble seats, have my gun brought to me, my favorite dog, and I shoot rabbits.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cReally, how very amusing!\u201d", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_113": "\u201cAramis,\u201d answered D\u2019Artagnan, who did not wish to undeceive Porthos, \u201cAramis, fancy, has become a monk and a Jesuit, and lives like a bear. My offers did not arouse him, \u2014 did not even tempt him.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo much the worse! He was a clever man. And Athos?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI have not yet seen him. Do you know where I shall find him?\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_7": "The prince was so delighted at the sight that he forgot how hungry he was, and instantly slipped on the coat of chain armour under his tunic, and hid the sword under his cloak, for he did not mean to say anything about what he had found. Then he went back to his mother, who was waiting impatiently for him.\n\n'What have you been doing all this time?' she asked angrily. <|Q|>'I thought you had been killed by robbers!'<|Q|>\n\n'Oh, just looking round,' he answered; 'but though I searched everywhere I could find nothing to eat.'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_59": "\u201cHow?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGo into harness again, gird on your sword, run after adventures, and leave as in old times a little of your fat on the roadside.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh! hang it!\u201d said Porthos.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_9": "'What have you been doing all this time?' she asked angrily. 'I thought you had been killed by robbers!'\n\n'Oh, just looking round,' he answered; <|Q|>'but though I searched everywhere I could find nothing to eat.'<|Q|>\n\n'I am very much afraid that it is a robbers' den,' said the queen. 'We had better go on, hungry though we are.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_37": "'Oh! but dreams don't mean anything,' said the prince. 'There is a magician who lives near here. I'll go to him and ask for a spell to cure you.'\n\n'My dreams always mean something,' said the queen, shaking her head. <|Q|>'If I don't get any apples I shall die.'<|Q|> She did not know why the robber wanted to send the prince to this particular forest, but as a matter of fact it was full of wild animals who would tear to pieces any traveller who entered it.\n\n'Well, I'll go,' answered the prince. 'But I really must have some breakfast first; I shall walk all the faster.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_39": "'My dreams always mean something,' said the queen, shaking her head. 'If I don't get any apples I shall die.' She did not know why the robber wanted to send the prince to this particular forest, but as a matter of fact it was full of wild animals who would tear to pieces any traveller who entered it.\n\n'Well, I'll go,' answered the prince. <|Q|>'But I really must have some breakfast first; I shall walk all the faster.'<|Q|>\n\n'If you do not hurry you will find me dead when you come back,' murmured the queen fretfully. She thought her son was not nearly anxious enough about her, and by this time she had begun to believe that she really was as ill as she had said.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_12": "'I am very much afraid that it is a robbers' den,' said the queen. 'We had better go on, hungry though we are.'\n\n'No, it isn't; but still, we had better not stay here,' replied the prince, <|Q|>'especially as there is nothing to eat. Perhaps we shall find another house.'<|Q|>\n\nThey went on for some time, until, sure enough, they came to another house, which also had a light in the window.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_13": "They went on for some time, until, sure enough, they came to another house, which also had a light in the window.\n\n<|Q|>'We'll go in here,'<|Q|> said the prince.\n\n'No, no; I am afraid!' cried the queen. 'We shall be attacked and killed! It is a robbers' den: I am sure it is!'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_14": "'We'll go in here,' said the prince.\n\n<|Q|>'No, no; I am afraid!'<|Q|> cried the queen. 'We shall be attacked and killed! It is a robbers' den: I am sure it is!'\n\n'Yes, it looks like it; but we can't help that,' said her son. 'We have had nothing to eat for hours, and I'm nearly as tired as you.'", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_123": "\u201cWell then, if we can get Athos, all will be well. If we cannot, we will do without him. We two are worth a dozen.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said Porthos, smiling at the remembrance of his former exploits; <|Q|>\u201cbut we four, altogether, would be equal to thirty-six, more especially as you say the work will not be child\u2019s play. Will it last long?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBy\u2019r Lady! two or three years perhaps.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_17": "'No, no; I am afraid!' cried the queen. 'We shall be attacked and killed! It is a robbers' den: I am sure it is!'\n\n'Yes, it looks like it; but we can't help that,' said her son. <|Q|>'We have had nothing to eat for hours, and I'<|Q|>m nearly as tired as you.'\n\nThe poor queen was, indeed, quite worn out; she could hardly stand for fatigue, and in spite of her terror was half anxious to be persuaded.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_16": "'No, no; I am afraid!' cried the queen. 'We shall be attacked and killed! It is a robbers' den: I am sure it is!'\n\n<|Q|>'Yes, it looks like it; but we can't help that,'<|Q|> said her son. 'We have had nothing to eat for hours, and I'm nearly as tired as you.'\n\nThe poor queen was, indeed, quite worn out; she could hardly stand for fatigue, and in spite of her terror was half anxious to be persuaded.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_46": "'I may as well go and see what is in there,' thought the prince, and he went over to the hill. But the hole was so small that he could not get through it, so he thrust his sword into it, and immediately it became larger.\n\n'Ha, ha!' he chuckled; <|Q|>'it's worth something to have a sword like that.'<|Q|> And he bent down and crept through the hole.\n\nThe first thing he beheld, when he entered a room at the very end of a dark passage, was a beautiful princess, who was bound by an iron chain to an iron pillar.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_48": "'What evil fate brought you here?' he asked in surprise: and the lady answered:\n\n<|Q|>'It isn't much use for me to tell you lest my lot becomes yours.'<|Q|>\n\n'I am not afraid of that. Tell me who you are and what has brought you here,' begged the prince.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_20": "When the queen and the prince could eat no more they remembered that they were very tired, and the prince looked about till he discovered a comfortable bed, with silken sheets, standing in the next room.\n\n<|Q|>'You get into bed, mother,'<|Q|> he said, 'and I'll lie down by the side. Don't be alarmed; you can sleep quite safely till the morning.' And he lay down with his sword in his hand, and kept watch until the day began to break; then the queen woke up and said she was quite rested and ready to start again.\n\n'First I'll go out into the forest and see if I can find our road,' said the prince. 'And while I'm gone you light the fire and make some coffee. We must eat a good breakfast before we start.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_21": "When the queen and the prince could eat no more they remembered that they were very tired, and the prince looked about till he discovered a comfortable bed, with silken sheets, standing in the next room.\n\n'You get into bed, mother,' he said, <|Q|>'and I'll lie down by the side. Don't be alarmed; you can sleep quite safely till the morning.'<|Q|> And he lay down with his sword in his hand, and kept watch until the day began to break; then the queen woke up and said she was quite rested and ready to start again.\n\n'First I'll go out into the forest and see if I can find our road,' said the prince. 'And while I'm gone you light the fire and make some coffee. We must eat a good breakfast before we start.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_22": "'You get into bed, mother,' he said, 'and I'll lie down by the side. Don't be alarmed; you can sleep quite safely till the morning.' And he lay down with his sword in his hand, and kept watch until the day began to break; then the queen woke up and said she was quite rested and ready to start again.\n\n<|Q|>'First I'll go out into the forest and see if I can find our road,'<|Q|> said the prince. 'And while I'm gone you light the fire and make some coffee. We must eat a good breakfast before we start.'\n\n[Illustration: THE ROBBER-CHIEF CATCHES THE QUEEN]", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_23": "After he had gone the queen lit the fire, and then thought she would like to see what was in the other rooms; so she went from one to another, and presently came to one that was very prettily furnished, with lovely pictures on the walls, and pale blue curtains and soft yellow cushions and comfortable easy chairs. As she was looking at all these things, suddenly a trap-door opened in the floor, and the robber-chief came out of the hole and seized her ankles. The queen almost died of fright, and shrieked loudly, then fell on her knees and begged him to spare her life.\n\n<|Q|>'Yes, if you will promise me two things,'<|Q|> he replied; 'first that you will take me home to your country and let me be crowned king instead of your son; and secondly, that you will kill him in case he should try to take the throne from me -- if you will not agree to this I shall kill you.'\n\n'Kill my own son!' gasped the queen, staring at him in horror.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_24": "After he had gone the queen lit the fire, and then thought she would like to see what was in the other rooms; so she went from one to another, and presently came to one that was very prettily furnished, with lovely pictures on the walls, and pale blue curtains and soft yellow cushions and comfortable easy chairs. As she was looking at all these things, suddenly a trap-door opened in the floor, and the robber-chief came out of the hole and seized her ankles. The queen almost died of fright, and shrieked loudly, then fell on her knees and begged him to spare her life.\n\n'Yes, if you will promise me two things,' he replied; <|Q|>'first that you will take me home to your country and let me be crowned king instead of your son; and secondly, that you will kill him in case he should try to take the throne from me -- if you will not agree to this I shall kill you.'<|Q|>\n\n'Kill my own son!' gasped the queen, staring at him in horror.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_103": "Porthos sighed.\n\n\u201cAt the same time,\u201d continued D\u2019Artagnan, <|Q|>\u201cnotwithstanding your forty thousand francs a year, and perhaps even for the very reason that you have forty thousand francs a year, it seems to me that a little coronet would do well on your carriage, hey?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes indeed,\u201d said Porthos.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_54": "'Yes; but you can't do it. To begin with, how could you break the chain I am bound with?'\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, that's easy enough,'<|Q|> said he, taking out his sword; and directly it touched the chain the links fell apart and the princess was free.\n\n'Come!' said the prince, taking her hand. But she drew back.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_55": "'Come!' said the prince, taking her hand. But she drew back.\n\n<|Q|>'No, I dare not!'<|Q|> she cried. 'If we should meet the robbers in the passage they would kill us both.'\n\n[Illustration: THE PRINCESS OF ARABIA RELEASED FROM THE IRON PILLAR]", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_28": "The queen shuddered as she listened. She was fond of her son, but she was a terrible coward; and so in the end she agreed, hoping that something would occur to save the prince. She had hardly given her promise when a step was heard, and the robber hastily hid himself.\n\n'Well, mother,' cried the prince as he entered, <|Q|>'I have been through the forest and found the road, so we will start directly we have had some breakfast.'<|Q|>\n\n'Oh, I feel so ill!' said the queen. 'I could not walk a single step; and there is only one thing that will cure me.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_29": "'Well, mother,' cried the prince as he entered, 'I have been through the forest and found the road, so we will start directly we have had some breakfast.'\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, I feel so ill!'<|Q|> said the queen. 'I could not walk a single step; and there is only one thing that will cure me.'\n\n'What is that?' asked the prince.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_59": "'About twenty years, I think,' said the princess, reckoning with her fingers.\n\n<|Q|>'Twenty years!'<|Q|> exclaimed the prince. 'Then you had better shut your eyes, for when you have been sitting there so long it might hurt you to go too suddenly into the daylight. So you are the Princess of Arabia, whose beauty is famous throughout all the world! I, too, am a prince.'\n\n'Will you not come back to Arabia and marry me, now you have saved my life?' asked the princess. 'Even if my father is living still, he must be old, and after his death you can be king.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_60": "'About twenty years, I think,' said the princess, reckoning with her fingers.\n\n'Twenty years!' exclaimed the prince. <|Q|>'Then you had better shut your eyes, for when you have been sitting there so long it might hurt you to go too suddenly into the daylight. So you are the Princess of Arabia, whose beauty is famous throughout all the world! I, too, am a prince.'<|Q|>\n\n'Will you not come back to Arabia and marry me, now you have saved my life?' asked the princess. 'Even if my father is living still, he must be old, and after his death you can be king.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_4": "'Cheer up, mother,' answered her son, 'I have a feeling that luck is coming to us.' And at the next turning they came to a little house, in the window of which a light was burning.\n\n<|Q|>'Didn't I tell you so?'<|Q|> cried the prince. 'Stay here a moment and I will go and see if I can get food and shelter for the night.' And away he ran as fast as he could go, for by this time they were very hungry, as they had brought very little food with them and had eaten up every scrap! When one takes a long journey on foot one does not like to have too much to carry.\n\nThe prince entered the house and looked about him, going from one room to the other, but seeing nobody and finding nothing to eat. At last, as he was going sorrowfully away, he caught sight of a sword and shirt of mail hanging on the wall in an inner room, with a piece of paper fastened under them. On the paper was some writing, which said that whoever wore the coat and carried the sword would be safe from all danger.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_33": "'What is that?' asked the prince.\n\n'I dreamed,' answered the queen, in a faint voice, <|Q|>'that, a mile away, there is a forest where the most beautiful apples grow, and if I could have some of them I should soon be well again.'<|Q|>\n\n'Oh! but dreams don't mean anything,' said the prince. 'There is a magician who lives near here. I'll go to him and ask for a spell to cure you.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_61": "'Twenty years!' exclaimed the prince. 'Then you had better shut your eyes, for when you have been sitting there so long it might hurt you to go too suddenly into the daylight. So you are the Princess of Arabia, whose beauty is famous throughout all the world! I, too, am a prince.'\n\n<|Q|>'Will you not come back to Arabia and marry me, now you have saved my life?'<|Q|> asked the princess. 'Even if my father is living still, he must be old, and after his death you can be king.'\n\n'No,' replied the prince, 'I cannot do that -- I must live and die in my own country. But at the end of a year I will follow you and marry you.' And that was all he would say.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_34": "'I dreamed,' answered the queen, in a faint voice, 'that, a mile away, there is a forest where the most beautiful apples grow, and if I could have some of them I should soon be well again.'\n\n<|Q|>'Oh! but dreams don't mean anything,'<|Q|> said the prince. 'There is a magician who lives near here. I'll go to him and ask for a spell to cure you.'\n\n'My dreams always mean something,' said the queen, shaking her head. 'If I don't get any apples I shall die.' She did not know why the robber wanted to send the prince to this particular forest, but as a matter of fact it was full of wild animals who would tear to pieces any traveller who entered it.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_36": "'Oh! but dreams don't mean anything,' said the prince. 'There is a magician who lives near here. I'll go to him and ask for a spell to cure you.'\n\n<|Q|>'My dreams always mean something,'<|Q|> said the queen, shaking her head. 'If I don't get any apples I shall die.' She did not know why the robber wanted to send the prince to this particular forest, but as a matter of fact it was full of wild animals who would tear to pieces any traveller who entered it.\n\n'Well, I'll go,' answered the prince. 'But I really must have some breakfast first; I shall walk all the faster.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_66": "Hand in hand they set off through the forest, and when they came to the port they found a ship just ready to sail. The princess said good-bye to the prince, and went on board the vessel, and when she reached her own country there were great rejoicings, for her parents had never expected to see her again. She told them how a prince had saved her from the robbers, and was coming in a year's time to marry her, and they were greatly pleased.\n\n'All the same,' said the king, <|Q|>'I wish he were here now. A year is a long time.'<|Q|>\n\nWhen the princess was no longer before his eyes, the prince recollected why he had entered the forest, and made all the haste he could back to the robbers' home.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_67": "The robber-chief could smell the apples from afar, for he had a nose like an ogre, and he said to the queen:\n\n<|Q|>'That is a strange fellow! If he had gone into the forest the wild beasts must have eaten him unless he has a powerful charm to protect him. If that is so we must get it away from him.'<|Q|>\n\n'No, he has nothing,' answered the queen, who was quite fascinated by the robber.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_117": "\u201cAnd he has no children with all these titles?\u201d\n\n\u201cAh!\u201d said Porthos, <|Q|>\u201cI have heard that he had adopted a young man who resembles him greatly.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat, Athos? Our Athos, who was as virtuous as Scipio? Have you seen him?", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_40": "'Well, I'll go,' answered the prince. 'But I really must have some breakfast first; I shall walk all the faster.'\n\n<|Q|>'If you do not hurry you will find me dead when you come back,'<|Q|> murmured the queen fretfully. She thought her son was not nearly anxious enough about her, and by this time she had begun to believe that she really was as ill as she had said.\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_69": "But the robber did not believe her.\n\n<|Q|>'We must think of a way to get it,'<|Q|> he said. 'When he comes in say you are well again, and have some food ready for him. Then, whilst he is eating, tell him you dreamed that he was attacked by wild beasts, and ask him how he managed to escape from them. After he has told you I can easily find a way to take his charm from him.'\n\nShortly after the prince came in.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_43": "But, as he turned away, his sword chanced to touch the tree, and immediately two apples fell down. He picked them up joyfully, and was going away when a little dog came out of a hill close by, and running up to him, began tugging at his clothes and whining.\n\n<|Q|>'What do you want, little dog?'<|Q|> asked the prince, stooping down to pat his soft black head.\n\nThe dog ran to a hole that was in the hill and sat there looking out, as much as to say: 'Come along in with me.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_42": "When the prince had eaten and drunk, he set off, and soon came to a forest, and sure enough it was full of lions and tigers, and bears and wolves, who came rushing towards him; but instead of springing on him and tearing him to pieces, they lay down on the ground and licked his hands. He speedily found the tree with the apples which his mother wanted, but the branches were so high he could not reach them, and there was no way of climbing up the smooth trunk.\n\n'It is no use after all, I can't get up there,' he said to himself. <|Q|>'What am I to do now?'<|Q|>\n\nBut, as he turned away, his sword chanced to touch the tree, and immediately two apples fell down. He picked them up joyfully, and was going away when a little dog came out of a hill close by, and running up to him, began tugging at his clothes and whining.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_44": "'What do you want, little dog?' asked the prince, stooping down to pat his soft black head.\n\nThe dog ran to a hole that was in the hill and sat there looking out, as much as to say: <|Q|>'Come along in with me.'<|Q|>\n\n'I may as well go and see what is in there,' thought the prince, and he went over to the hill. But the hole was so small that he could not get through it, so he thrust his sword into it, and immediately it became larger.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_45": "The dog ran to a hole that was in the hill and sat there looking out, as much as to say: 'Come along in with me.'\n\n<|Q|>'I may as well go and see what is in there,'<|Q|> thought the prince, and he went over to the hill. But the hole was so small that he could not get through it, so he thrust his sword into it, and immediately it became larger.\n\n'Ha, ha!' he chuckled; 'it's worth something to have a sword like that.' And he bent down and crept through the hole.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_19": "So they went into the house, where they found nobody. In the first room stood a table laid for a meal, with all sorts of good things to eat and drink, though some of the dishes were empty.\n\n<|Q|>'Well, this looks nice,'<|Q|> said the prince, sitting down and helping himself to some delicious strawberries piled on a golden dish, and some iced lemonade. Never had anything tasted so nice; but, all the same, it was a robbers' den they had come to, and the robbers, who had only just dined, had gone out into the forest to see whom they could rob.\n\nWhen the queen and the prince could eat no more they remembered that they were very tired, and the prince looked about till he discovered a comfortable bed, with silken sheets, standing in the next room.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_18": "The poor queen was, indeed, quite worn out; she could hardly stand for fatigue, and in spite of her terror was half anxious to be persuaded.\n\n<|Q|>'And there's going to be a storm,'<|Q|> added the prince; who feared nothing now that he had the sword.\n\nSo they went into the house, where they found nobody. In the first room stood a table laid for a meal, with all sorts of good things to eat and drink, though some of the dishes were empty.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_47": "The first thing he beheld, when he entered a room at the very end of a dark passage, was a beautiful princess, who was bound by an iron chain to an iron pillar.\n\n<|Q|>'What evil fate brought you here?'<|Q|> he asked in surprise: and the lady answered:\n\n'It isn't much use for me to tell you lest my lot becomes yours.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_50": "'I am not afraid of that. Tell me who you are and what has brought you here,' begged the prince.\n\n<|Q|>'My story is not long,'<|Q|> she said, smiling sadly. 'I am a princess from Arabia, and twelve robbers who dwell in this place are fighting among themselves as to which shall have me to wife.'\n\n'Shall I save you?' asked the prince. And she answered:", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_49": "'It isn't much use for me to tell you lest my lot becomes yours.'\n\n<|Q|>'I am not afraid of that. Tell me who you are and what has brought you here,'<|Q|> begged the prince.\n\n'My story is not long,' she said, smiling sadly. 'I am a princess from Arabia, and twelve robbers who dwell in this place are fighting among themselves as to which shall have me to wife.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_51": "'I am not afraid of that. Tell me who you are and what has brought you here,' begged the prince.\n\n'My story is not long,' she said, smiling sadly. <|Q|>'I am a princess from Arabia, and twelve robbers who dwell in this place are fighting among themselves as to which shall have me to wife.'<|Q|>\n\n'Shall I save you?' asked the prince. And she answered:", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_52": "'My story is not long,' she said, smiling sadly. 'I am a princess from Arabia, and twelve robbers who dwell in this place are fighting among themselves as to which shall have me to wife.'\n\n<|Q|>'Shall I save you?'<|Q|> asked the prince. And she answered:\n\n'Yes; but you can't do it. To begin with, how could you break the chain I am bound with?'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_53": "'Shall I save you?' asked the prince. And she answered:\n\n<|Q|>'Yes; but you can't do it. To begin with, how could you break the chain I am bound with?'<|Q|>\n\n'Oh, that's easy enough,' said he, taking out his sword; and directly it touched the chain the links fell apart and the princess was free.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_26": "'Kill my own son!' gasped the queen, staring at him in horror.\n\n<|Q|>'You need not do that exactly,'<|Q|> said the robber. 'When he returns, just lie on the bed and say that you have been taken ill, and add that you have dreamed that in a forest, a mile away, there are some beautiful apples. If you could only get some of these you would be well again, but if not you will die.'\n\nThe queen shuddered as she listened. She was fond of her son, but she was a terrible coward; and so in the end she agreed, hoping that something would occur to save the prince. She had hardly given her promise when a step was heard, and the robber hastily hid himself.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_83": "'Drink this, to please me,' she said. 'It will do you good after all you've gone through, and make you sleep well.'\n\n<|Q|>'What an odd taste it has!'<|Q|> murmured the prince as he drank it.\n\nImmediately he fell asleep; and the robber came in and took away his sword and shirt of mail.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_84": "Immediately he fell asleep; and the robber came in and took away his sword and shirt of mail.\n\n<|Q|>'These things belong to my brother,'<|Q|> he said. After he had got them both in his hand the robber woke him.\n\n'I am the master now,' said he. 'Choose one of two things -- either you must die, or your eyes will be put out, and you will be sent back to the forest.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_58": "'Not they!' said the prince, brandishing his sword. 'But how long have you been here?' he added quickly.\n\n<|Q|>'About twenty years, I think,'<|Q|> said the princess, reckoning with her fingers.\n\n'Twenty years!' exclaimed the prince. 'Then you had better shut your eyes, for when you have been sitting there so long it might hurt you to go too suddenly into the daylight. So you are the Princess of Arabia, whose beauty is famous throughout all the world! I, too, am a prince.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_57": "[Illustration: THE PRINCESS OF ARABIA RELEASED FROM THE IRON PILLAR]\n\n'Not they!' said the prince, brandishing his sword. <|Q|>'But how long have you been here?'<|Q|> he added quickly.\n\n'About twenty years, I think,' said the princess, reckoning with her fingers.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_30": "'Well, mother,' cried the prince as he entered, 'I have been through the forest and found the road, so we will start directly we have had some breakfast.'\n\n'Oh, I feel so ill!' said the queen. <|Q|>'I could not walk a single step; and there is only one thing that will cure me.'<|Q|>\n\n'What is that?' asked the prince.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_62": "'Twenty years!' exclaimed the prince. 'Then you had better shut your eyes, for when you have been sitting there so long it might hurt you to go too suddenly into the daylight. So you are the Princess of Arabia, whose beauty is famous throughout all the world! I, too, am a prince.'\n\n'Will you not come back to Arabia and marry me, now you have saved my life?' asked the princess. <|Q|>'Even if my father is living still, he must be old, and after his death you can be king.'<|Q|>\n\n'No,' replied the prince, 'I cannot do that -- I must live and die in my own country. But at the end of a year I will follow you and marry you.' And that was all he would say.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_90": "Meanwhile the poor prince was wandering about in the forest, hoping to find someone who would help him, and perhaps take him into service, for now he had no money and no home. It so happened that there had been a great hunt in the forest, and the wild beasts had all fled before the hunters and were hiding, so nothing did him any harm. At last one day, just when his food was all gone and he had made up his mind that he must surely die of hunger, he came to the port whence the ships sailed for Arabia. One vessel was just ready to start, and the captain was going on board when he saw the prince.\n\n<|Q|>'Why, here is a poor blind fellow!'<|Q|> he said. 'No doubt that is the work of the robbers. Let us take him to Arabia with us. Would you like to come, my good man?' he asked the prince.\n\nOh, how glad he was to hear someone speak kindly to him again! And he answered that he would, and the sailors helped him to climb up the side of the ship. When they got to Arabia the captain took him to the public baths, and ordered one of the slaves to wash him. Whilst he was being washed the princess's ring slipped off his finger and was afterwards found by the slave who cleaned out the bath. The man showed it to a friend of his who lived at the palace.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_63": "'Will you not come back to Arabia and marry me, now you have saved my life?' asked the princess. 'Even if my father is living still, he must be old, and after his death you can be king.'\n\n'No,' replied the prince, <|Q|>'I cannot do that -- I must live and die in my own country. But at the end of a year I will follow you and marry you.'<|Q|> And that was all he would say.\n\nThen the princess took a heavy ring from her finger and put it on his. Her father's and her mother's names were engraved in it, as well as her own, and she asked him to keep it as a reminder of his promise.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_64": "Then the princess took a heavy ring from her finger and put it on his. Her father's and her mother's names were engraved in it, as well as her own, and she asked him to keep it as a reminder of his promise.\n\n<|Q|>'I will die before I part from it,'<|Q|> said the prince. 'And if at the end of a year I am still living, I will come. I believe I have heard that at the other side of this forest there is a port from which ships sail to Arabia. Let us hasten there at once.'\n\nHand in hand they set off through the forest, and when they came to the port they found a ship just ready to sail. The princess said good-bye to the prince, and went on board the vessel, and when she reached her own country there were great rejoicings, for her parents had never expected to see her again. She told them how a prince had saved her from the robbers, and was coming in a year's time to marry her, and they were greatly pleased.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_35": "'I dreamed,' answered the queen, in a faint voice, 'that, a mile away, there is a forest where the most beautiful apples grow, and if I could have some of them I should soon be well again.'\n\n'Oh! but dreams don't mean anything,' said the prince. <|Q|>'There is a magician who lives near here. I'll go to him and ask for a spell to cure you.'<|Q|>\n\n'My dreams always mean something,' said the queen, shaking her head. 'If I don't get any apples I shall die.' She did not know why the robber wanted to send the prince to this particular forest, but as a matter of fact it was full of wild animals who would tear to pieces any traveller who entered it.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_65": "Then the princess took a heavy ring from her finger and put it on his. Her father's and her mother's names were engraved in it, as well as her own, and she asked him to keep it as a reminder of his promise.\n\n'I will die before I part from it,' said the prince. <|Q|>'And if at the end of a year I am still living, I will come. I believe I have heard that at the other side of this forest there is a port from which ships sail to Arabia. Let us hasten there at once.'<|Q|>\n\nHand in hand they set off through the forest, and when they came to the port they found a ship just ready to sail. The princess said good-bye to the prince, and went on board the vessel, and when she reached her own country there were great rejoicings, for her parents had never expected to see her again. She told them how a prince had saved her from the robbers, and was coming in a year's time to marry her, and they were greatly pleased.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_38": "'My dreams always mean something,' said the queen, shaking her head. 'If I don't get any apples I shall die.' She did not know why the robber wanted to send the prince to this particular forest, but as a matter of fact it was full of wild animals who would tear to pieces any traveller who entered it.\n\n<|Q|>'Well, I'll go,'<|Q|> answered the prince. 'But I really must have some breakfast first; I shall walk all the faster.'\n\n'If you do not hurry you will find me dead when you come back,' murmured the queen fretfully. She thought her son was not nearly anxious enough about her, and by this time she had begun to believe that she really was as ill as she had said.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_95": "'Why, it is the princess's ring!' he said. 'Where did it come from?'\n\n'It fell off a blind man's finger,' said the slave. <|Q|>'He must have stolen it; but I dare say you will be able to return it to the princess.'<|Q|>\n\nSo that evening the man took the ring to the palace and gave it to his daughter, who was the princess's favourite slave, and the girl gave it to her mistress. When the princess saw it she uttered a cry of joy.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_41": "When the prince had eaten and drunk, he set off, and soon came to a forest, and sure enough it was full of lions and tigers, and bears and wolves, who came rushing towards him; but instead of springing on him and tearing him to pieces, they lay down on the ground and licked his hands. He speedily found the tree with the apples which his mother wanted, but the branches were so high he could not reach them, and there was no way of climbing up the smooth trunk.\n\n<|Q|>'It is no use after all, I can't get up there,'<|Q|> he said to himself. 'What am I to do now?'\n\nBut, as he turned away, his sword chanced to touch the tree, and immediately two apples fell down. He picked them up joyfully, and was going away when a little dog came out of a hill close by, and running up to him, began tugging at his clothes and whining.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_68": "'That is a strange fellow! If he had gone into the forest the wild beasts must have eaten him unless he has a powerful charm to protect him. If that is so we must get it away from him.'\n\n<|Q|>'No, he has nothing,'<|Q|> answered the queen, who was quite fascinated by the robber.\n\nBut the robber did not believe her.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_70": "But the robber did not believe her.\n\n'We must think of a way to get it,' he said. <|Q|>'When he comes in say you are well again, and have some food ready for him. Then, whilst he is eating, tell him you dreamed that he was attacked by wild beasts, and ask him how he managed to escape from them. After he has told you I can easily find a way to take his charm from him.'<|Q|>\n\nShortly after the prince came in.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_71": "Shortly after the prince came in.\n\n'How are you, mother!' he said gaily. <|Q|>'Here are your apples. Now you will soon be well again, and ready to come away with me.'<|Q|>\n\n'Oh, I am better already,' she said. 'And see, your dinner is all hot for you, eat it up, and then we will start.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_72": "'How are you, mother!' he said gaily. 'Here are your apples. Now you will soon be well again, and ready to come away with me.'\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, I am better already,'<|Q|> she said. 'And see, your dinner is all hot for you, eat it up, and then we will start.'\n\nWhilst he was eating she said to him: 'I had a horrible dream while you were away. I saw you in a forest full of wild animals, and they were running round you and growling fiercely. How did you manage to escape from them?'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_73": "'How are you, mother!' he said gaily. 'Here are your apples. Now you will soon be well again, and ready to come away with me.'\n\n'Oh, I am better already,' she said. <|Q|>'And see, your dinner is all hot for you, eat it up, and then we will start.'<|Q|>\n\nWhilst he was eating she said to him: 'I had a horrible dream while you were away. I saw you in a forest full of wild animals, and they were running round you and growling fiercely. How did you manage to escape from them?'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_74": "'Oh, I am better already,' she said. 'And see, your dinner is all hot for you, eat it up, and then we will start.'\n\nWhilst he was eating she said to him: <|Q|>'I had a horrible dream while you were away. I saw you in a forest full of wild animals, and they were running round you and growling fiercely. How did you manage to escape from them?'<|Q|>\n\n'Oh, it was only a dream!' laughed the prince.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_103": "'Yes.'\n\n<|Q|>'Well, perhaps you don't know this, that whoever has bad eyes, or no eyes at all, should bathe his eye-sockets in the dew that falls there to-night, because then he will get his sight back. Only he must do it between twelve and one o'clock.'<|Q|>\n\nThat was good news for the prince and princess to hear, and the young man begged the princess to lead him to the place called the Queen's Bed, which was the little plot of grass where the queen used often to lie down and take her midday nap. Then, between twelve and one o'clock, he bathed his eyes with the dew that was falling there, and found he could see again as well as ever.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_77": "'Oh, it was only a dream!' laughed the prince.\n\n'But my dreams are always true,' said his mother. <|Q|>'Tell me how it was.'<|Q|>\n\nThe prince wondered for some time whether he should tell her or not, but at last he decided to let her into the secret.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_76": "'Oh, it was only a dream!' laughed the prince.\n\n<|Q|>'But my dreams are always true,'<|Q|> said his mother. 'Tell me how it was.'\n\nThe prince wondered for some time whether he should tell her or not, but at last he decided to let her into the secret.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_78": "The prince wondered for some time whether he should tell her or not, but at last he decided to let her into the secret.\n\n<|Q|>'One should tell one's mother everything,'<|Q|> he thought. And he told her.\n\n'See, mother, here are a sword and a mail shirt which I found in the first house we entered in the forest, and as long as I carry them nothing can hurt me. That is what saved me from the wild beasts.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_107": "And so she did, and he went straight up to the handkerchief.\n\n<|Q|>'Yes, indeed, you can see,'<|Q|> cried the princess. 'To think that my mother's bed has really given back your sight!' and she went to the bank and sat down again; and by-and-by, as the day was hot, the princess fell asleep. As the prince watched her he suddenly saw something shining on her neck. It was a little golden lamp that gave out a bright light, and it hung from a golden chain. The prince thought he would like to examine it more closely, so he unfastened the chain, but as he did so the lamp fell to the ground. Before he could pick it up a hawk flew in, snatched up the little lamp and flew away again with it. The prince set off in pursuit, and ran on and on without being able to catch the bird, until at length he had lost his way. Trying to find it, he wandered on, up and down, until he came to the forest where he had found the princess.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_79": "'One should tell one's mother everything,' he thought. And he told her.\n\n<|Q|>'See, mother, here are a sword and a mail shirt which I found in the first house we entered in the forest, and as long as I carry them nothing can hurt me. That is what saved me from the wild beasts.'<|Q|>\n\n'How can I be thankful enough!' exclaimed the queen. And directly the prince's back was turned, she hurried to tell the robber.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_108": "And so she did, and he went straight up to the handkerchief.\n\n'Yes, indeed, you can see,' cried the princess. <|Q|>'To think that my mother's bed has really given back your sight!'<|Q|> and she went to the bank and sat down again; and by-and-by, as the day was hot, the princess fell asleep. As the prince watched her he suddenly saw something shining on her neck. It was a little golden lamp that gave out a bright light, and it hung from a golden chain. The prince thought he would like to examine it more closely, so he unfastened the chain, but as he did so the lamp fell to the ground. Before he could pick it up a hawk flew in, snatched up the little lamp and flew away again with it. The prince set off in pursuit, and ran on and on without being able to catch the bird, until at length he had lost his way. Trying to find it, he wandered on, up and down, until he came to the forest where he had found the princess.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_109": "The prince wandered on, trying to find his way back to Arabia, until he chanced one day to meet twelve youths, walking gaily through the forest, singing and laughing. 'Where are you going?' he asked. And they told him they were looking for work.\n\n<|Q|>'I'll join you, if I may,'<|Q|> said the prince. And they answered: 'The more the merrier.'\n\nThen the prince went with them, and they all journeyed on until they met an old troll.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_27": "'Kill my own son!' gasped the queen, staring at him in horror.\n\n'You need not do that exactly,' said the robber. <|Q|>'When he returns, just lie on the bed and say that you have been taken ill, and add that you have dreamed that in a forest, a mile away, there are some beautiful apples. If you could only get some of these you would be well again, but if not you will die.'<|Q|>\n\nThe queen shuddered as she listened. She was fond of her son, but she was a terrible coward; and so in the end she agreed, hoping that something would occur to save the prince. She had hardly given her promise when a step was heard, and the robber hastily hid himself.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_56": "'Come!' said the prince, taking her hand. But she drew back.\n\n'No, I dare not!' she cried. <|Q|>'If we should meet the robbers in the passage they would kill us both.'<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration: THE PRINCESS OF ARABIA RELEASED FROM THE IRON PILLAR]", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_85": "'These things belong to my brother,' he said. After he had got them both in his hand the robber woke him.\n\n<|Q|>'I am the master now,'<|Q|> said he. 'Choose one of two things -- either you must die, or your eyes will be put out, and you will be sent back to the forest.'\n\nThe prince's blood grew cold at these words. Then a thought struck him, and he turned to his mother: 'Is this your doing?' he asked sternly. And though she burst into tears and denied it, the prince knew she was not telling the truth.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_86": "'These things belong to my brother,' he said. After he had got them both in his hand the robber woke him.\n\n'I am the master now,' said he. <|Q|>'Choose one of two things -- either you must die, or your eyes will be put out, and you will be sent back to the forest.'<|Q|>\n\nThe prince's blood grew cold at these words. Then a thought struck him, and he turned to his mother: 'Is this your doing?' he asked sternly. And though she burst into tears and denied it, the prince knew she was not telling the truth.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_88": "The prince's blood grew cold at these words. Then a thought struck him, and he turned to his mother: 'Is this your doing?' he asked sternly. And though she burst into tears and denied it, the prince knew she was not telling the truth.\n\n'Well,' said he, <|Q|>'\"whilst there is life there is hope.\" I will go back to the forest.'<|Q|>\n\nThen the robber put out his eyes, gave him a stick, and some food and drink, and drove him into the forest, hoping that the wild beasts would kill him, as he no longer had the sword and shirt to protect him.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_87": "'I am the master now,' said he. 'Choose one of two things -- either you must die, or your eyes will be put out, and you will be sent back to the forest.'\n\nThe prince's blood grew cold at these words. Then a thought struck him, and he turned to his mother: <|Q|>'Is this your doing?'<|Q|> he asked sternly. And though she burst into tears and denied it, the prince knew she was not telling the truth.\n\n'Well,' said he, '\"whilst there is life there is hope.\" I will go back to the forest.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_89": "Then the robber put out his eyes, gave him a stick, and some food and drink, and drove him into the forest, hoping that the wild beasts would kill him, as he no longer had the sword and shirt to protect him.\n\n'Now,' he said to the queen, <|Q|>'we will return to your country.'<|Q|>\n\nThe next day they set sail, and as soon as they reached home, they were married, and the robber became king.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_2": "'If we sleep in this dreadful place,' said the queen, who was tired and frightened, 'the wild beasts will eat us.' And she began to cry.\n\n<|Q|>'Cheer up, mother,'<|Q|> answered her son, 'I have a feeling that luck is coming to us.' And at the next turning they came to a little house, in the window of which a light was burning.\n\n'Didn't I tell you so?' cried the prince. 'Stay here a moment and I will go and see if I can get food and shelter for the night.' And away he ran as fast as he could go, for by this time they were very hungry, as they had brought very little food with them and had eaten up every scrap! When one takes a long journey on foot one does not like to have too much to carry.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_91": "Meanwhile the poor prince was wandering about in the forest, hoping to find someone who would help him, and perhaps take him into service, for now he had no money and no home. It so happened that there had been a great hunt in the forest, and the wild beasts had all fled before the hunters and were hiding, so nothing did him any harm. At last one day, just when his food was all gone and he had made up his mind that he must surely die of hunger, he came to the port whence the ships sailed for Arabia. One vessel was just ready to start, and the captain was going on board when he saw the prince.\n\n'Why, here is a poor blind fellow!' he said. <|Q|>'No doubt that is the work of the robbers. Let us take him to Arabia with us. Would you like to come, my good man?'<|Q|> he asked the prince.\n\nOh, how glad he was to hear someone speak kindly to him again! And he answered that he would, and the sailors helped him to climb up the side of the ship. When they got to Arabia the captain took him to the public baths, and ordered one of the slaves to wash him. Whilst he was being washed the princess's ring slipped off his finger and was afterwards found by the slave who cleaned out the bath. The man showed it to a friend of his who lived at the palace.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_92": "Oh, how glad he was to hear someone speak kindly to him again! And he answered that he would, and the sailors helped him to climb up the side of the ship. When they got to Arabia the captain took him to the public baths, and ordered one of the slaves to wash him. Whilst he was being washed the princess's ring slipped off his finger and was afterwards found by the slave who cleaned out the bath. The man showed it to a friend of his who lived at the palace.\n\n<|Q|>'Why, it is the princess's ring!'<|Q|> he said. 'Where did it come from?'\n\n'It fell off a blind man's finger,' said the slave. 'He must have stolen it; but I dare say you will be able to return it to the princess.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_93": "Oh, how glad he was to hear someone speak kindly to him again! And he answered that he would, and the sailors helped him to climb up the side of the ship. When they got to Arabia the captain took him to the public baths, and ordered one of the slaves to wash him. Whilst he was being washed the princess's ring slipped off his finger and was afterwards found by the slave who cleaned out the bath. The man showed it to a friend of his who lived at the palace.\n\n'Why, it is the princess's ring!' he said. <|Q|>'Where did it come from?'<|Q|>\n\n'It fell off a blind man's finger,' said the slave. 'He must have stolen it; but I dare say you will be able to return it to the princess.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_94": "'Why, it is the princess's ring!' he said. 'Where did it come from?'\n\n<|Q|>'It fell off a blind man's finger,'<|Q|> said the slave. 'He must have stolen it; but I dare say you will be able to return it to the princess.'\n\nSo that evening the man took the ring to the palace and gave it to his daughter, who was the princess's favourite slave, and the girl gave it to her mistress. When the princess saw it she uttered a cry of joy.", "Solo.57.61.twentyyearsafter_11_dumas_64kb_119": "\u201cWell, I shall see him to-morrow and tell him about you; but I\u2019m afraid, entre nous, that his liking for wine has aged and degraded him.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, he used to drink a great deal,\u201d<|Q|> replied Porthos.\n\n\u201cAnd then he was older than any of us,\u201d added D\u2019Artagnan.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_127": "The young men guessed and guessed. 'The sun -- the moon.' But none of them really knew.\n\n<|Q|>'May I answer?'<|Q|> asked the prince.\n\n'Yes, certainly,' replied the troll; and the prince spoke.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_98": "The bath-keeper thought it strange that the princess should be betrothed to a blind beggar, but he did as she bade him, and when she saw the prince she cried:\n\n<|Q|>'At last you have come! The year is over, and I thought you were dead. Now we will be married immediately.'<|Q|> And she went home and told the king that he was to send an escort to bring her betrothed to the palace. Naturally the king was rather surprised at the sudden arrival of the prince; but when he heard that he was blind he was very much annoyed.\n\n'I cannot have a blind person to succeed me,' he said. 'It is perfectly absurd!'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_97": "So that evening the man took the ring to the palace and gave it to his daughter, who was the princess's favourite slave, and the girl gave it to her mistress. When the princess saw it she uttered a cry of joy.\n\n'It is the ring I gave my betrothed!' she said. <|Q|>'Take me to him at once.'<|Q|>\n\nThe bath-keeper thought it strange that the princess should be betrothed to a blind beggar, but he did as she bade him, and when she saw the prince she cried:", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_128": "'May I answer?' asked the prince.\n\n<|Q|>'Yes, certainly,'<|Q|> replied the troll; and the prince spoke.\n\n'The lamp that you stole from the princess whilst she was asleep in the garden.' And again the troll nodded.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_99": "'At last you have come! The year is over, and I thought you were dead. Now we will be married immediately.' And she went home and told the king that he was to send an escort to bring her betrothed to the palace. Naturally the king was rather surprised at the sudden arrival of the prince; but when he heard that he was blind he was very much annoyed.\n\n<|Q|>'I cannot have a blind person to succeed me,'<|Q|> he said. 'It is perfectly absurd!'\n\nBut the princess had had her own way all her life, and in the end the king gave way as he had always done. The prince was taken to the palace with much ceremony and splendour; but in spite of this the king was not contented. Still, it could not be helped, and really it was time the princess was married, though she looked as young as ever. There had been hundreds of knights and princes who had begged her to bestow her hand upon them, but she would have nothing to do with anyone; and now she had taken it into her head to marry this blind prince, and nobody else would she have.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_129": "'Yes, certainly,' replied the troll; and the prince spoke.\n\n<|Q|>'The lamp that you stole from the princess whilst she was asleep in the garden.'<|Q|> And again the troll nodded.\n\nThe third question was harder still.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_101": "One evening, as it was fine, the prince and princess went into the garden, and sat down under a tree.\n\nTwo ravens were perched on a bush near by, and the prince, who could understand bird language, heard one of them say: <|Q|>'Do you know that it is Midsummer-eve to-night?'<|Q|>\n\n'Yes,' said the other.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_102": "'Yes,' said the other.\n\n<|Q|>'And do you know that part of the garden which is known as the Queen's Bed?'<|Q|>\n\n'Yes.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_130": "The third question was harder still.\n\n<|Q|>'Where does the meat and drink you have had here come from?'<|Q|>\n\nNone of the young men could guess.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_105": "'I can see you!' he said to the princess, gazing at her as if he had never seen anything before.\n\n<|Q|>'I don't believe it,'<|Q|> she answered.\n\n'Well, go and hang your handkerchief on a bush, and if I find it at once you must believe me,' he said.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_137": "Directly she heard about the wonderful gold pots and pans she came out at once, and began unpacking the basket and admiring the things. She was so absorbed in them that the prince soon found an opportunity to steal into the bedroom and take the sword and shirt which were hung there, and go back again without his mother having noticed his absence.\n\n<|Q|>'The things are all beautiful!'<|Q|> she said. 'How much would you take for them?'\n\n'Name your own price, your majesty,' answered the prince.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_80": "'See, mother, here are a sword and a mail shirt which I found in the first house we entered in the forest, and as long as I carry them nothing can hurt me. That is what saved me from the wild beasts.'\n\n<|Q|>'How can I be thankful enough!'<|Q|> exclaimed the queen. And directly the prince's back was turned, she hurried to tell the robber.\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_138": "Directly she heard about the wonderful gold pots and pans she came out at once, and began unpacking the basket and admiring the things. She was so absorbed in them that the prince soon found an opportunity to steal into the bedroom and take the sword and shirt which were hung there, and go back again without his mother having noticed his absence.\n\n'The things are all beautiful!' she said. <|Q|>'How much would you take for them?'<|Q|>\n\n'Name your own price, your majesty,' answered the prince.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_82": "Accordingly, as soon as the prince began to get sleepy, the queen handed him the cup containing the draught.\n\n'Drink this, to please me,' she said. <|Q|>'It will do you good after all you've gone through, and make you sleep well.'<|Q|>\n\n'What an odd taste it has!' murmured the prince as he drank it.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_110": "The prince wandered on, trying to find his way back to Arabia, until he chanced one day to meet twelve youths, walking gaily through the forest, singing and laughing. 'Where are you going?' he asked. And they told him they were looking for work.\n\n'I'll join you, if I may,' said the prince. And they answered: <|Q|>'The more the merrier.'<|Q|>\n\nThen the prince went with them, and they all journeyed on until they met an old troll.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_111": "Then the prince went with them, and they all journeyed on until they met an old troll.\n\n<|Q|>'Where are you going, my masters?'<|Q|> asked the troll.\n\n'To seek service,' they told him.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_141": "'Name your own price, your majesty,' answered the prince.\n\n'I really don't know what to say,' said the queen. <|Q|>'Wait till my husband comes back -- men understand such things better; and then, as you are a stranger, he would like to chat with you a little.'<|Q|> The prince bowed, and waited silently in a corner.\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_113": "'To seek service,' they told him.\n\n'Then come and serve me,' he said; <|Q|>'there will be plenty to eat and drink, and not much work to do, and if, at the end of a year, you can answer three questions, I'll give you each a sack of gold. Otherwise you must be turned into beasts.'<|Q|>\n\nThe youths thought this sounded easy enough, so they went home with the troll to his castle.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_114": "The youths thought this sounded easy enough, so they went home with the troll to his castle.\n\n<|Q|>'You will find all that you want here,'<|Q|> he said; 'and all you need do is to take care of the house, for I am going away, and shall only return when the year is over.'\n\nThen he went away, and the young men, left to themselves, had a fine time of it; for they did no work, and only amused themselves with singing and drinking. Every day they found the table laid with good things to eat and drink, and when they had finished, the plates and dishes were cleared away by invisible hands. Only the prince, who was sad for his lost princess, ate and drank sparingly, and worked hard keeping the house in order.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_143": "But, as the robber entered the room, the prince touched him with the magic sword, and he fell to the ground.\n\n<|Q|>'Perhaps, now you know me, mother,'<|Q|> the prince said, taking off his disguise, 'you had better repent for all the wrong you have done me, or your life will be short.'\n\n'Oh, have mercy!' she cried, 'I could not help it. I was so frightened.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_142": "Soon after the robber returned.\n\n<|Q|>'Come and see all these lovely gold saucepans!'<|Q|> cried the queen.\n\nBut, as the robber entered the room, the prince touched him with the magic sword, and he fell to the ground.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_118": "'To-morrow,' said he, 'the year is up.'\n\n<|Q|>'And what questions will you ask?'<|Q|> inquired the other.\n\n'First I shall ask how long they have been here -- they don't know, the young fools! Secondly I shall ask what shines on the roof of the castle.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_115": "The youths thought this sounded easy enough, so they went home with the troll to his castle.\n\n'You will find all that you want here,' he said; <|Q|>'and all you need do is to take care of the house, for I am going away, and shall only return when the year is over.'<|Q|>\n\nThen he went away, and the young men, left to themselves, had a fine time of it; for they did no work, and only amused themselves with singing and drinking. Every day they found the table laid with good things to eat and drink, and when they had finished, the plates and dishes were cleared away by invisible hands. Only the prince, who was sad for his lost princess, ate and drank sparingly, and worked hard keeping the house in order.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_117": "One day, as he sat in his own room, he heard the voice of the old troll beneath his window talking to another troll.\n\n'To-morrow,' said he, <|Q|>'the year is up.'<|Q|>\n\n'And what questions will you ask?' inquired the other.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_119": "'And what questions will you ask?' inquired the other.\n\n<|Q|>'First I shall ask how long they have been here -- they don't know, the young fools! Secondly I shall ask what shines on the roof of the castle.'<|Q|>\n\n'And what is that?'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_121": "'The lamp that was stolen by me from the princess as she slept in the garden.'\n\n<|Q|>'And what is the third question?'<|Q|>\n\n'I shall ask where the food and drink they consume every day come from. I steal it from the king's table; but they don't know that.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_123": "The day after, the troll entered.\n\n<|Q|>'Now I shall ask my questions,'<|Q|> said he. 'To begin with: How long have you been here?'\n\nThe young men had been so busy drinking and making merry that they had forgotten all about the agreement, so they remained silent.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_4": "\u201cHow stupid people are! I thought that I should never see her again. Imagine, Monsieur Pontmercy, at the very moment when you entered, I was saying to myself: \u2018All is over. Here is her little gown, I am a miserable man, I shall never see Cosette again,\u2019 and I was saying that at the very moment when you were mounting the stairs. Was not I an idiot? Just see how idiotic one can be! One reckons without the good God. The good God says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201c\u2018You fancy that you are about to be abandoned, stupid! No. No, things will not go so. Come, there is a good man yonder who is in need of an angel.\u2019 And the angel comes, and one sees one\u2019s Cosette again! and one sees one\u2019s little Cosette once more! Ah! I was very unhappy.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nFor a moment he could not speak, then he went on:", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_125": "'Right,' replied the troll. But the second question was more difficult.\n\n<|Q|>'What is it that shines on the roof?'<|Q|>\n\nThe young men guessed and guessed. 'The sun -- the moon.' But none of them really knew.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_7": "\u201cHow wicked of you to have left us like that! Where did you go? Why have you stayed away so long? Formerly your journeys only lasted three or four days. I sent Nicolette, the answer always was: \u2018He is absent.\u2019 How long have you been back? Why did you not let us know? Do you know that you are very much changed? Ah! what a naughty father! he has been ill, and we have not known it! Stay, Marius, feel how cold his hand is!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo you are here! Monsieur Pontmercy, you pardon me!\u201d<|Q|> repeated Jean Valjean.\n\nAt that word which Jean Valjean had just uttered once more, all that was swelling Marius\u2019 heart found vent.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_126": "'What is it that shines on the roof?'\n\nThe young men guessed and guessed. <|Q|>'The sun -- the moon.'<|Q|> But none of them really knew.\n\n'May I answer?' asked the prince.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_100": "'At last you have come! The year is over, and I thought you were dead. Now we will be married immediately.' And she went home and told the king that he was to send an escort to bring her betrothed to the palace. Naturally the king was rather surprised at the sudden arrival of the prince; but when he heard that he was blind he was very much annoyed.\n\n'I cannot have a blind person to succeed me,' he said. <|Q|>'It is perfectly absurd!'<|Q|>\n\nBut the princess had had her own way all her life, and in the end the king gave way as he had always done. The prince was taken to the palace with much ceremony and splendour; but in spite of this the king was not contented. Still, it could not be helped, and really it was time the princess was married, though she looked as young as ever. There had been hundreds of knights and princes who had begged her to bestow her hand upon them, but she would have nothing to do with anyone; and now she had taken it into her head to marry this blind prince, and nobody else would she have.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_75": "Whilst he was eating she said to him: 'I had a horrible dream while you were away. I saw you in a forest full of wild animals, and they were running round you and growling fiercely. How did you manage to escape from them?'\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, it was only a dream!'<|Q|> laughed the prince.\n\n'But my dreams are always true,' said his mother. 'Tell me how it was.'", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_14": "\u201cBecause I thought as you do. I thought that you were in the right. It was necessary that I should go away. If you had known about that affair, of the sewer, you would have made me remain near you. I was therefore forced to hold my peace. If I had spoken, it would have caused embarrassment in every way.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt would have embarrassed what? embarrassed whom?\u201d<|Q|> retorted Marius. \u201cDo you think that you are going to stay here? We shall carry you off. Ah! good heavens! when I reflect that it was by an accident that I have learned all this. You form a part of ourselves. You are her father, and mine. You shall not pass another day in this dreadful house. Do not imagine that you will be here to-morrow.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo-morrow,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cI shall not be here, but I shall not be with you.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_131": "'May I say?' asked the prince.\n\n<|Q|>'Yes, if you can,'<|Q|> replied the troll.\n\n'It comes from the king's table,' said the prince.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_104": "That was good news for the prince and princess to hear, and the young man begged the princess to lead him to the place called the Queen's Bed, which was the little plot of grass where the queen used often to lie down and take her midday nap. Then, between twelve and one o'clock, he bathed his eyes with the dew that was falling there, and found he could see again as well as ever.\n\n<|Q|>'I can see you!'<|Q|> he said to the princess, gazing at her as if he had never seen anything before.\n\n'I don't believe it,' she answered.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_17": "\u201cTo-morrow,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cI shall not be here, but I shall not be with you.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d replied Marius. <|Q|>\u201cAh! come now, we are not going to permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to us. We shall not loose our hold of you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThis time it is for good,\u201d added Cosette. \u201cWe have a carriage at the door. I shall run away with you. If necessary, I shall employ force.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_132": "'Yes, if you can,' replied the troll.\n\n<|Q|>'It comes from the king's table,'<|Q|> said the prince.\n\nAnd that was all. Now they might take the sacks of gold and go, and the young men went off in such a hurry that the prince was left behind. Presently, they met an old man who asked for money.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_18": "\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d replied Marius. \u201cAh! come now, we are not going to permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to us. We shall not loose our hold of you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThis time it is for good,\u201d<|Q|> added Cosette. \u201cWe have a carriage at the door. I shall run away with you. If necessary, I shall employ force.\u201d\n\nAnd she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_136": "'Yes,' said the prince, and gave him his whole sackful.\n\n'I don't want it,' said the old man, who was really the troll they had just left in disguise. 'But since you're so generous, here is the princess's lamp, and the princess herself is in the cave where you found her; but how you<|Q|>'re going to save her again without the magic sword I don't know.'<|Q|>\n\nWhen he heard that, the prince knew where she was; and that was the beginning of her rescue. So he disguised himself to look like a peddler and travelled on until he reached his own city, where his mother, the queen, and the robber-chief were living. Then he went in to a goldsmith's shop and ordered a great number of kitchen pots to be made out of pure gold. That was not an order the goldsmith had every day, but the things were ready at last, saucepans and kettles and gridirons all of pure gold. Then the prince put them in his basket and went up to the palace, and asked to see the queen.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_19": "\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d replied Marius. \u201cAh! come now, we are not going to permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to us. We shall not loose our hold of you.\u201d\n\n\u201cThis time it is for good,\u201d added Cosette. <|Q|>\u201cWe have a carriage at the door. I shall run away with you. If necessary, I shall employ force.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_106": "'I don't believe it,' she answered.\n\n<|Q|>'Well, go and hang your handkerchief on a bush, and if I find it at once you must believe me,'<|Q|> he said.\n\nAnd so she did, and he went straight up to the handkerchief.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_140": "'Name your own price, your majesty,' answered the prince.\n\n<|Q|>'I really don't know what to say,'<|Q|> said the queen. 'Wait till my husband comes back -- men understand such things better; and then, as you are a stranger, he would like to chat with you a little.' The prince bowed, and waited silently in a corner.\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_139": "'The things are all beautiful!' she said. 'How much would you take for them?'\n\n<|Q|>'Name your own price, your majesty,'<|Q|> answered the prince.\n\n'I really don't know what to say,' said the queen. 'Wait till my husband comes back -- men understand such things better; and then, as you are a stranger, he would like to chat with you a little.' The prince bowed, and waited silently in a corner.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_81": "Accordingly, as soon as the prince began to get sleepy, the queen handed him the cup containing the draught.\n\n<|Q|>'Drink this, to please me,'<|Q|> she said. 'It will do you good after all you've gone through, and make you sleep well.'\n\n'What an odd taste it has!' murmured the prince as he drank it.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_28": "\u201cTo die!\u201d exclaimed Marius.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, but that is nothing,\u201d<|Q|> said Jean Valjean.\n\nHe took breath, smiled and resumed:", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_112": "'To seek service,' they told him.\n\n<|Q|>'Then come and serve me,'<|Q|> he said; 'there will be plenty to eat and drink, and not much work to do, and if, at the end of a year, you can answer three questions, I'll give you each a sack of gold. Otherwise you must be turned into beasts.'\n\nThe youths thought this sounded easy enough, so they went home with the troll to his castle.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_29": "He took breath, smiled and resumed:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCosette, thou wert talking to me, go on, so thy little robin red-breast is dead? Speak, so that I may hear thy voice.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarius gazed at the old man in amazement.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_144": "But, as the robber entered the room, the prince touched him with the magic sword, and he fell to the ground.\n\n'Perhaps, now you know me, mother,' the prince said, taking off his disguise, <|Q|>'you had better repent for all the wrong you have done me, or your life will be short.'<|Q|>\n\n'Oh, have mercy!' she cried, 'I could not help it. I was so frightened.'", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_146": "'Perhaps, now you know me, mother,' the prince said, taking off his disguise, 'you had better repent for all the wrong you have done me, or your life will be short.'\n\n'Oh, have mercy!' she cried, <|Q|>'I could not help it. I was so frightened.'<|Q|>\n\nThe prince had mercy. He ordered the wicked king to be stripped of his fine clothes, and to be driven into the forest, where the wild beasts tore him to pieces. The queen he sent to her own country. Then he set off for the cave where the princess was sitting chained as before, and with the help of the magic sword he rescued her again without any difficulty. They soon reached the port and set sail for Arabia, where they were married; and till they died, a long while after, they reigned happily over both countries.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_0": "Jean Valjean, overcome, stammered:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCosette! she! you! Madame! it is thou! Ah! my God!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd, pressed close in Cosette\u2019s arms, he exclaimed:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_31": "Jean Valjean raised his head towards her with adoration.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh! yes, forbid me to die. Who knows? Perhaps I shall obey. I was on the verge of dying when you came. That stopped me, it seemed to me that I was born again.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou are full of strength and life,\u201d cried Marius. \u201cDo you imagine that a person can die like this? You have had sorrow, you shall have no more. It is I who ask your forgiveness, and on my knees! You are going to live, and to live with us, and to live a long time. We take possession of you once more. There are two of us here who will henceforth have no other thought than your happiness.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_120": "'And what is that?'\n\n<|Q|>'The lamp that was stolen by me from the princess as she slept in the garden.'<|Q|>\n\n'And what is the third question?'", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_3": "Cosette tore off her shawl and tossed her hat on the bed.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt embarrasses me,\u201d<|Q|> said she.\n\nAnd, seating herself on the old man\u2019s knees, she put aside his white locks with an adorable movement, and kissed his brow.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_35": "It was the doctor entering.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGood-day, and farewell, doctor,\u201d<|Q|> said Jean Valjean. \u201cHere are my poor children.\u201d\n\nMarius stepped up to the doctor. He addressed to him only this single word: \u201cMonsieur? . . .\u201d But his manner of pronouncing it contained a complete question.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_2": "\u201cMy father!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd you also, you pardon me!\u201d<|Q|> Jean Valjean said to him.\n\nMarius could find no words, and Jean Valjean added:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_34": "\u201cYou are full of strength and life,\u201d cried Marius. \u201cDo you imagine that a person can die like this? You have had sorrow, you shall have no more. It is I who ask your forgiveness, and on my knees! You are going to live, and to live with us, and to live a long time. We take possession of you once more. There are two of us here who will henceforth have no other thought than your happiness.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou see,\u201d resumed Cosette, all bathed in tears, <|Q|>\u201cthat Marius says that you shall not die.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nJean Valjean continued to smile.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_36": "It was the doctor entering.\n\n\u201cGood-day, and farewell, doctor,\u201d said Jean Valjean. <|Q|>\u201cHere are my poor children.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarius stepped up to the doctor. He addressed to him only this single word: \u201cMonsieur? . . .\u201d But his manner of pronouncing it contained a complete question.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_12": "\u201cI told the truth,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d retorted Marius, <|Q|>\u201cthe truth is the whole truth; and that you did not tell. You were Monsieur Madeleine, why not have said so? You saved Javert, why not have said so? I owed my life to you, why not have said so?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBecause I thought as you do. I thought that you were in the right. It was necessary that I should go away. If you had known about that affair, of the sewer, you would have made me remain near you. I was therefore forced to hold my peace. If I had spoken, it would have caused embarrassment in every way.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_9": "\u201cCosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And do you know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He has done more \u2014 he has given you to me. And after having saved me, and after having given you to me, Cosette, what has he done with himself? He has sacrificed himself. Behold the man. And he says to me the ingrate, to me the forgetful, to me the pitiless, to me the guilty one: Thanks! Cosette, my whole life passed at the feet of this man would be too little. That barricade, that sewer, that furnace, that cesspool, \u2014 all that he traversed for me, for thee, Cosette! He carried me away through all the deaths which he put aside before me, and accepted for himself. Every courage, every virtue, every heroism, every sanctity he possesses! Cosette, that man is an angel!\u201d\n\n\u201cHush! hush!\u201d said Jean Valjean in a low voice. <|Q|>\u201cWhy tell all that?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut you!\u201d cried Marius with a wrath in which there was veneration, \u201cwhy did you not tell it to me? It is your own fault, too. You save people\u2019s lives, and you conceal it from them! You do more, under the pretext of unmasking yourself, you calumniate yourself. It is frightful.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_11": "\u201cBut you!\u201d cried Marius with a wrath in which there was veneration, \u201cwhy did you not tell it to me? It is your own fault, too. You save people\u2019s lives, and you conceal it from them! You do more, under the pretext of unmasking yourself, you calumniate yourself. It is frightful.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI told the truth,\u201d<|Q|> replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d retorted Marius, \u201cthe truth is the whole truth; and that you did not tell. You were Monsieur Madeleine, why not have said so? You saved Javert, why not have said so? I owed my life to you, why not have said so?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_13": "\u201cNo,\u201d retorted Marius, \u201cthe truth is the whole truth; and that you did not tell. You were Monsieur Madeleine, why not have said so? You saved Javert, why not have said so? I owed my life to you, why not have said so?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBecause I thought as you do. I thought that you were in the right. It was necessary that I should go away. If you had known about that affair, of the sewer, you would have made me remain near you. I was therefore forced to hold my peace. If I had spoken, it would have caused embarrassment in every way.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt would have embarrassed what? embarrassed whom?\u201d retorted Marius. \u201cDo you think that you are going to stay here? We shall carry you off. Ah! good heavens! when I reflect that it was by an accident that I have learned all this. You form a part of ourselves. You are her father, and mine. You shall not pass another day in this dreadful house. Do not imagine that you will be here to-morrow.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_96": "So that evening the man took the ring to the palace and gave it to his daughter, who was the princess's favourite slave, and the girl gave it to her mistress. When the princess saw it she uttered a cry of joy.\n\n<|Q|>'It is the ring I gave my betrothed!'<|Q|> she said. 'Take me to him at once.'\n\nThe bath-keeper thought it strange that the princess should be betrothed to a blind beggar, but he did as she bade him, and when she saw the prince she cried:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_16": "\u201cIt would have embarrassed what? embarrassed whom?\u201d retorted Marius. \u201cDo you think that you are going to stay here? We shall carry you off. Ah! good heavens! when I reflect that it was by an accident that I have learned all this. You form a part of ourselves. You are her father, and mine. You shall not pass another day in this dreadful house. Do not imagine that you will be here to-morrow.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo-morrow,\u201d said Jean Valjean, <|Q|>\u201cI shall not be here, but I shall not be with you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d replied Marius. \u201cAh! come now, we are not going to permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to us. We shall not loose our hold of you.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_47": "But he could not prevent this zealous woman from exclaiming to the dying man before she disappeared: \u201cWould you like a priest?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have had one,\u201d<|Q|> replied Jean Valjean.\n\nAnd with his finger he seemed to indicate a point above his head where one would have said that he saw some one.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_134": "So they hurried on, and by-and-by up came the prince.\n\n<|Q|>'Has your lordship a piece of money for a poor man?'<|Q|> asked the old fellow.\n\n'Yes,' said the prince, and gave him his whole sackful.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_21": "He murmured:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe proof that God is good is that she is here.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFather!\u201d said Cosette.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_20": "And she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYour chamber still stands ready in our house,\u201d<|Q|> she went on. \u201cIf you only knew how pretty the garden is now! The azaleas are doing very well there. The walks are sanded with river sand; there are tiny violet shells. You shall eat my strawberries. I water them myself. And no more \u2018madame,\u2019 no more \u2018Monsieur Jean,\u2019 we are living under a Republic, everybody says thou, don\u2019t they, Marius? The programme is changed. If you only knew, father, I have had a sorrow, there was a robin redbreast which had made her nest in a hole in the wall, and a horrible cat ate her. My poor, pretty, little robin red-breast which used to put her head out of her window and look at me! I cried over it. I should have liked to kill the cat. But now nobody cries any more. Everybody laughs, everybody is happy. You are going to come with us. How delighted grandfather will be! You shall have your plot in the garden, you shall cultivate it, and we shall see whether your strawberries are as fine as mine. And, then, I shall do everything that you wish, and then, you will obey me prettily.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_5": "\"They've got me sewed up, and they're throwing the book at me. The old laws make me a citizen while I wear the uniform -- and a citizen can't quit the Force. That puts me out of Earth's jurisdiction. I can't even cable for funds, and I guess I'm too old to start squeezing money out of citizens. I was coming to ask whether you had room in your diggings for a guest -- and I'm hoping now that my part here cinches it.\"\n\nMurdoch had tried to treat it lightly, but Gordon saw the red creeping up into the man's face. <|Q|>\"Forget that part. There's room enough for two in my place -- and I guess Mother Corey won't mind. I'm damned glad you were following me.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"So'm I, Gordon. What'll we do with the prisoners?\"", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_135": "'Yes,' said the prince, and gave him his whole sackful.\n\n<|Q|>'I don't want it,'<|Q|> said the old man, who was really the troll they had just left in disguise. 'But since you're so generous, here is the princess's lamp, and the princess herself is in the cave where you found her; but how you're going to save her again without the magic sword I don't know.'\n\nWhen he heard that, the prince knew where she was; and that was the beginning of her rescue. So he disguised himself to look like a peddler and travelled on until he reached his own city, where his mother, the queen, and the robber-chief were living. Then he went in to a goldsmith's shop and ordered a great number of kitchen pots to be made out of pure gold. That was not an order the goldsmith had every day, but the things were ready at last, saucepans and kettles and gridirons all of pure gold. Then the prince put them in his basket and went up to the palace, and asked to see the queen.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_8": "\"Leave 'em; we couldn't get a Croopster locked up tonight for anything.\"\n\nHe started ahead, leading the way through the remaining trucks and back to the street that led to Mother Corey's. Murdoch fell in step with him. <|Q|>\"This is the first time I've had to look you up,\"<|Q|> he said. \"I've been going out nights to help the citizens organize against the Stonewall gang. But that's over now -- they gave me hell for inciting vigilante action, and confined me inside the dome. The way they hate a decent cop here, you'd think honesty was contagious.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" Gordon preferred to let it drop. Murdoch was being given the business for going too far on the Stonewall gang, not for refusing to take normal graft.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_25": "\u201cMy God!\u201d said she, \u201cyour hands are still colder than before. Are you ill? Do you suffer?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI? No,\u201d<|Q|> replied Jean Valjean. \u201cI am very well. Only . . .\u201d\n\nHe paused.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_26": "\u201cMy God!\u201d said she, \u201cyour hands are still colder than before. Are you ill? Do you suffer?\u201d\n\n\u201cI? No,\u201d replied Jean Valjean. <|Q|>\u201cI am very well. Only . . .\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe paused.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_27": "\u201cOnly what?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI am going to die presently.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nCosette and Marius shuddered.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_116": "One day, as he sat in his own room, he heard the voice of the old troll beneath his window talking to another troll.\n\n<|Q|>'To-morrow,'<|Q|> said he, 'the year is up.'\n\n'And what questions will you ask?' inquired the other.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_14": "It broke open before he could reach it, the seal snapping back to show a giant of a man outside holding the two guards from across the street, while a scar-faced, dark man shoved through briskly. Corey snapped out a quick word, and the two guards ceased struggling and started back across the street. The giant pushed in after the smaller thug.\n\n<|Q|>\"I'm from the Ajax Householders Protection Group,\"<|Q|> the dark man announced officially. \"We're selling election protection. And brother, do you need it, if you're counting on those mugs. We're assessing you -- \"\n\n\"Not long on Mars, are you?\" Mother Corey asked. The whine was entirely missing from his voice now, though his face seemed as expressionless as ever. \"What does your boss Jurgens figure on doing, punk? Taking over all the rackets for the whole city?\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_1": "And, pressed close in Cosette\u2019s arms, he exclaimed:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is thou! thou art here! Thou dost pardon me then!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarius, lowering his eyelids, in order to keep his tears from flowing, took a step forward and murmured between lips convulsively contracted to repress his sobs:", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_15": "\"I'm from the Ajax Householders Protection Group,\" the dark man announced officially. \"We're selling election protection. And brother, do you need it, if you're counting on those mugs. We're assessing you -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"Not long on Mars, are you?\"<|Q|> Mother Corey asked. The whine was entirely missing from his voice now, though his face seemed as expressionless as ever. \"What does your boss Jurgens figure on doing, punk? Taking over all the rackets for the whole city?\"\n\nThe dark face snarled, while the giant moved a step forward. Then he shrugged. \"Okay, Fatty. So Jurgens is behind it. So now you know. And I'm doubling your assessment, right now. To you, it's -- \"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_32": "\u201cOh! yes, forbid me to die. Who knows? Perhaps I shall obey. I was on the verge of dying when you came. That stopped me, it seemed to me that I was born again.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou are full of strength and life,\u201d<|Q|> cried Marius. \u201cDo you imagine that a person can die like this? You have had sorrow, you shall have no more. It is I who ask your forgiveness, and on my knees! You are going to live, and to live with us, and to live a long time. We take possession of you once more. There are two of us here who will henceforth have no other thought than your happiness.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou see,\u201d resumed Cosette, all bathed in tears, \u201cthat Marius says that you shall not die.\u201d", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_122": "'And what is the third question?'\n\n<|Q|>'I shall ask where the food and drink they consume every day come from. I steal it from the king's table; but they don't know that.'<|Q|>\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_124": "The day after, the troll entered.\n\n'Now I shall ask my questions,' said he. <|Q|>'To begin with: How long have you been here?'<|Q|>\n\nThe young men had been so busy drinking and making merry that they had forgotten all about the agreement, so they remained silent.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_39": "The doctor felt of his pulse.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh! it was you that he wanted!\u201d<|Q|> he murmured, looking at Cosette and Marius.\n\nAnd bending down to Marius\u2019 ear, he added in a very low voice:", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_20": "\"To me, it's nothing,\" he called out. \"Take these two back to young Jurgens, boys, and tell him to keep his punks out of my house.\"\n\nThe entrance snapped shut then, and Corey turned back to Gordon, wiping the wisps of hair from his face. He was still wheezing asthmatically, but there seemed to be no change in the rhythm of his breathing. \"As I was going to say, cobber,\" he said, <|Q|>\"we've got a little social game going upstairs -- the room with the window. Fine view of the parades. We need a fourth.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon started to protest that he was tired and needed his sleep; then he shrugged. Corey's house was one of the few that had kept some relation to Earth styles by installing a couple of windows in the second story, and it would give a perfect view of the street. He followed the old man up the stairs.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_37": "The doctor replied to the question by an expressive glance.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBecause things are not agreeable,\u201d<|Q|> said Jean Valjean, \u201cthat is no reason for being unjust towards God.\u201d\n\nA silence ensued.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_38": "The doctor replied to the question by an expressive glance.\n\n\u201cBecause things are not agreeable,\u201d said Jean Valjean, <|Q|>\u201cthat is no reason for being unjust towards God.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nA silence ensued.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_24": "Praeger nodded. He was a big, open-faced man, just turning bald. His handshake was firm and friendly. \"There are even cities out there, Gordon. Nothing like Marsport, but that's no loss. That's where the real population of Mars is -- decent people, men who are going to turn this into a real planet some day.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"There are plenty like that here, too,\"<|Q|> Randolph said. He picked up the cards. \"First ace deals. Damn it, Mother, sit down-wind from me, won't you? Or else take a bath.\"\n\nMother Corey chuckled, and wheezed his way up out of the chair, exchanging places with Gordon. \"I got a surprise for you, cobber,\" he said, and there was only amusement in his voice. \"I got me in fifty gallons of water today, and tomorrow I do just that. Made up my mind there was going to be a cleanup in Marsport, even if Wayne does win. And stop examining the cards, Bruce. I don't cheat my friends. The readers are put away for old-times' sake.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_40": "These barely articulate words were heard to issue from his mouth:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is nothing to die; it is dreadful not to live.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAll at once he rose to his feet. These accesses of strength are sometimes the sign of the death agony. He walked with a firm step to the wall, thrusting aside Marius and the doctor who tried to help him, detached from the wall a little copper crucifix which was suspended there, and returned to his seat with all the freedom of movement of perfect health, and said in a loud voice, as he laid the crucifix on the table:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_41": "All at once he rose to his feet. These accesses of strength are sometimes the sign of the death agony. He walked with a firm step to the wall, thrusting aside Marius and the doctor who tried to help him, detached from the wall a little copper crucifix which was suspended there, and returned to his seat with all the freedom of movement of perfect health, and said in a loud voice, as he laid the crucifix on the table:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBehold the great martyr.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThen his chest sank in, his head wavered, as though the intoxication of the tomb were seizing hold upon him.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_25": "Praeger nodded. He was a big, open-faced man, just turning bald. His handshake was firm and friendly. \"There are even cities out there, Gordon. Nothing like Marsport, but that's no loss. That's where the real population of Mars is -- decent people, men who are going to turn this into a real planet some day.\"\n\n\"There are plenty like that here, too,\" Randolph said. He picked up the cards. <|Q|>\"First ace deals. Damn it, Mother, sit down-wind from me, won't you? Or else take a bath.\"<|Q|>\n\nMother Corey chuckled, and wheezed his way up out of the chair, exchanging places with Gordon. \"I got a surprise for you, cobber,\" he said, and there was only amusement in his voice. \"I got me in fifty gallons of water today, and tomorrow I do just that. Made up my mind there was going to be a cleanup in Marsport, even if Wayne does win. And stop examining the cards, Bruce. I don't cheat my friends. The readers are put away for old-times' sake.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_29": "\"Ninety per cent of Marsport is decent. They have to be. It takes at least nine honest men to support a crook. They come up here to start over -- maybe spent half their life saving up for the trip. They hear a man can make fifty credits a day in the factories, or strike it rich crop prospecting. What they don't realize is that things cost ten times as much here, too. They plan, maybe, on getting rich and going back to Earth....\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Nobody goes back,\"<|Q|> Mother Corey wheezed. \"I know.\" His eyes rested on Gordon.\n\n\"A lot don't want to,\" Praeger said. \"I never meant to go back. I've got me a farm up north. Another ten years, and I retire to it. My kids are up there now -- grandkids, that is. They're Martians; maybe you won't believe me, but they can breathe the air here without a helmet.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_46": "The portress had come upstairs and was gazing in at the half-open door. The doctor dismissed her.\n\nBut he could not prevent this zealous woman from exclaiming to the dying man before she disappeared: <|Q|>\u201cWould you like a priest?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI have had one,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_26": "\"There are plenty like that here, too,\" Randolph said. He picked up the cards. \"First ace deals. Damn it, Mother, sit down-wind from me, won't you? Or else take a bath.\"\n\nMother Corey chuckled, and wheezed his way up out of the chair, exchanging places with Gordon. <|Q|>\"I got a surprise for you, cobber,\"<|Q|> he said, and there was only amusement in his voice. \"I got me in fifty gallons of water today, and tomorrow I do just that. Made up my mind there was going to be a cleanup in Marsport, even if Wayne does win. And stop examining the cards, Bruce. I don't cheat my friends. The readers are put away for old-times' sake.\"\n\nRandolph shrugged, and went on as if he hadn't interrupted himself. \"Ninety per cent of Marsport is decent. They have to be. It takes at least nine honest men to support a crook. They come up here to start over -- maybe spent half their life saving up for the trip. They hear a man can make fifty credits a day in the factories, or strike it rich crop prospecting. What they don't realize is that things cost ten times as much here, too. They plan, maybe, on getting rich and going back to Earth....\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_1": "Murdoch threw the second gangster up into a truck after the first one and slammed the door shut, locking it with the metal bar which had apparently been his weapon. Then he grinned wryly, and came back toward Gordon.\n\n\"You seem to have friends here,\" he commented. <|Q|>\"A good thing I was trying to catch up with you. Just missed you at the Precinct House, came after you, and saw you turn in here. Then I heard the rumpus. A good thing for me, too, maybe.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon blinked, accepting the other's hand. \"How so? And what happened?\" He indicated the bare sleeve.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_0": "Murdoch threw the second gangster up into a truck after the first one and slammed the door shut, locking it with the metal bar which had apparently been his weapon. Then he grinned wryly, and came back toward Gordon.\n\n<|Q|>\"You seem to have friends here,\"<|Q|> he commented. \"A good thing I was trying to catch up with you. Just missed you at the Precinct House, came after you, and saw you turn in here. Then I heard the rumpus. A good thing for me, too, maybe.\"\n\nGordon blinked, accepting the other's hand. \"How so? And what happened?\" He indicated the bare sleeve.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_35": "Gordon shrugged. It was the first reference he'd heard to his background, and he preferred to let it drop.\n\nBut Mother Corey cut in, his voice older and hoarser, and the skin on his jowls even grayer than usual. <|Q|>\"Don't sell them short, cobber. I did -- once.... You forget them, here, after a while. But they're around....\"<|Q|>\n\nBruce Gordon felt something run down his armpit, and a chill creep up his back....", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_2": "\"You seem to have friends here,\" he commented. \"A good thing I was trying to catch up with you. Just missed you at the Precinct House, came after you, and saw you turn in here. Then I heard the rumpus. A good thing for me, too, maybe.\"\n\nGordon blinked, accepting the other's hand. <|Q|>\"How so? And what happened?\"<|Q|> He indicated the bare sleeve.\n\n\"One's the result of the other,\" Murdoch told him. \"They've got me sewed up, and they're throwing the book at me. The old laws make me a citizen while I wear the uniform -- and a citizen can't quit the Force. That puts me out of Earth's jurisdiction. I can't even cable for funds, and I guess I'm too old to start squeezing money out of citizens. I was coming to ask whether you had room in your diggings for a guest -- and I'm hoping now that my part here cinches it.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_23": "He paused and said gently:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt is a pity.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_37": "\"If Security's so damned powerful, why doesn't it stop that?\" he asked bitterly.\n\nRandolph grinned at him. <|Q|>\"They might do it, Gordon. They just might. But are you sure you want it stopped?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"All right,\" Mother Corey said suddenly. \"This is a social game, cobbers.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_7": "\"So'm I, Gordon. What'll we do with the prisoners?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Leave 'em; we couldn't get a Croopster locked up tonight for anything.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe started ahead, leading the way through the remaining trucks and back to the street that led to Mother Corey's. Murdoch fell in step with him. \"This is the first time I've had to look you up,\" he said. \"I've been going out nights to help the citizens organize against the Stonewall gang. But that's over now -- they gave me hell for inciting vigilante action, and confined me inside the dome. The way they hate a decent cop here, you'd think honesty was contagious.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_24": "Cosette took both the old man\u2019s hands in hers.\n\n\u201cMy God!\u201d said she, <|Q|>\u201cyour hands are still colder than before. Are you ill? Do you suffer?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI? No,\u201d replied Jean Valjean. \u201cI am very well. Only . . .\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_9": "\"Leave 'em; we couldn't get a Croopster locked up tonight for anything.\"\n\nHe started ahead, leading the way through the remaining trucks and back to the street that led to Mother Corey's. Murdoch fell in step with him. \"This is the first time I've had to look you up,\" he said. <|Q|>\"I've been going out nights to help the citizens organize against the Stonewall gang. But that's over now -- they gave me hell for inciting vigilante action, and confined me inside the dome. The way they hate a decent cop here, you'd think honesty was contagious.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yeah.\" Gordon preferred to let it drop. Murdoch was being given the business for going too far on the Stonewall gang, not for refusing to take normal graft.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_10": "Corey stuck his head out of the door at the back of the hall as Gordon entered, and started to retire again -- until he spotted Murdoch. Gordon explained the situation hastily.\n\n<|Q|>\"It's your room, cobber,\"<|Q|> the old man wheezed. He waddled back, to come out with a towel and key, which he handed to Murdoch. \"Number forty-two.\"\n\nHis heavy hand rested on Gordon's arm, holding the younger man back. Murdoch gave Gordon a brief, tired smile, and started for the stairs. \"Thanks, Gordon. I'm turning in right now.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_11": "Corey stuck his head out of the door at the back of the hall as Gordon entered, and started to retire again -- until he spotted Murdoch. Gordon explained the situation hastily.\n\n\"It's your room, cobber,\" the old man wheezed. He waddled back, to come out with a towel and key, which he handed to Murdoch. <|Q|>\"Number forty-two.\"<|Q|>\n\nHis heavy hand rested on Gordon's arm, holding the younger man back. Murdoch gave Gordon a brief, tired smile, and started for the stairs. \"Thanks, Gordon. I'm turning in right now.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_12": "\"It's your room, cobber,\" the old man wheezed. He waddled back, to come out with a towel and key, which he handed to Murdoch. \"Number forty-two.\"\n\nHis heavy hand rested on Gordon's arm, holding the younger man back. Murdoch gave Gordon a brief, tired smile, and started for the stairs. <|Q|>\"Thanks, Gordon. I'm turning in right now.\"<|Q|>\n\nMother Corey shook his head, shaking the few hairs on his head and face, and the wrinkles in his doughy skin deepened. \"Hasn't changed, that one. Must be thirty years, but I'd know Asa Murdoch anywhere. Took me to the spaceport, handed me my yellow ticket, and sent me off for Mars. A nice, clean kid -- just like my own boy was. But Murdoch wasn't like the rest of the neighborhood. He still called me 'sir,' when my boy was walking across the street, so the lad wouldn't know they were sending me away. Oh well, that was a long time ago, cobber. A long time.\"", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_145": "'Perhaps, now you know me, mother,' the prince said, taking off his disguise, 'you had better repent for all the wrong you have done me, or your life will be short.'\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, have mercy!'<|Q|> she cried, 'I could not help it. I was so frightened.'\n\nThe prince had mercy. He ordered the wicked king to be stripped of his fine clothes, and to be driven into the forest, where the wild beasts tore him to pieces. The queen he sent to her own country. Then he set off for the cave where the princess was sitting chained as before, and with the help of the magic sword he rescued her again without any difficulty. They soon reached the port and set sail for Arabia, where they were married; and till they died, a long while after, they reigned happily over both countries.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_30": "Cosette uttered a heartrending cry.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFather! my father! you will live. You are going to live. I insist upon your living, do you hear?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nJean Valjean raised his head towards her with adoration.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_17": "The giant opened his mouth, and took half a step forward; but the only sound he made was a choking gobble. Mother Corey moved without seeming haste, but before the other could make up his mind. There was a series of motions that seemed to have no pattern. The giant was spun around, somehow; one arm was jerked back behind him, then the other was forced up to it. Mother Corey held the wrists in one hand, put his other under the giant's crotch, and lifted. Carrying the big figure off the floor, the old man moved toward the seal. His foot found the button, snapping the entrance open. He pitched the giant out overhanded; holding the entrance, he reached for the dark man with one hand and tossed him on top of the giant.\n\n<|Q|>\"To me, it's nothing,\"<|Q|> he called out. \"Take these two back to young Jurgens, boys, and tell him to keep his punks out of my house.\"\n\nThe entrance snapped shut then, and Corey turned back to Gordon, wiping the wisps of hair from his face. He was still wheezing asthmatically, but there seemed to be no change in the rhythm of his breathing. \"As I was going to say, cobber,\" he said, \"we've got a little social game going upstairs -- the room with the window. Fine view of the parades. We need a fourth.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_16": "\"I'm from the Ajax Householders Protection Group,\" the dark man announced officially. \"We're selling election protection. And brother, do you need it, if you're counting on those mugs. We're assessing you -- \"\n\n\"Not long on Mars, are you?\" Mother Corey asked. The whine was entirely missing from his voice now, though his face seemed as expressionless as ever. <|Q|>\"What does your boss Jurgens figure on doing, punk? Taking over all the rackets for the whole city?\"<|Q|>\n\nThe dark face snarled, while the giant moved a step forward. Then he shrugged. \"Okay, Fatty. So Jurgens is behind it. So now you know. And I'm doubling your assessment, right now. To you, it's -- \"", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_10": "\"O thou that respondest to my complaint and wouldest hear my history, who art thou amongst the knights? Art thou human or Jinni? Answer me speedily ere thy death draw near for I have wandered in this desert some twenty days and have seen no one nor heard any voice but thy voice.\" At these words Kanmakan said to himself, \"This one's case is like my case, for I, even I, have wandered twenty days, nor during my wayfare have I seen man or heard voice:\" and he added, \"I will make him no answer till day arise.\" So he was silent, and the voice again called out to him, saying, <|Q|>\"O thou that callest, if thou be of the Jinn fare in peace and, if thou be man, stay awhile till the day break stark and the night flee with the dark.\"<|Q|> The speaker abode in his place and Kanmakan did likewise and the twain in reciting verses never failed, and wept tears that railed till the light of day began loom and the night departed with its gloom. Then Kanmakan looked at the other and found him to be of the Badawi Arabs, a youth in the flower of his age; clad in worn clothes and bearing in baldrick a rusty sword which he kept sheathed, and the signs of love longing were apparent on him. He went up to him and accosted him and saluted him, and the Badawi returned the salute and greeted him with courteous wishes for his long life, but somewhat despised him, seeing his tender years and his condition, which was that of a pauper. So he said to him,", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_18": "The giant opened his mouth, and took half a step forward; but the only sound he made was a choking gobble. Mother Corey moved without seeming haste, but before the other could make up his mind. There was a series of motions that seemed to have no pattern. The giant was spun around, somehow; one arm was jerked back behind him, then the other was forced up to it. Mother Corey held the wrists in one hand, put his other under the giant's crotch, and lifted. Carrying the big figure off the floor, the old man moved toward the seal. His foot found the button, snapping the entrance open. He pitched the giant out overhanded; holding the entrance, he reached for the dark man with one hand and tossed him on top of the giant.\n\n\"To me, it's nothing,\" he called out. <|Q|>\"Take these two back to young Jurgens, boys, and tell him to keep his punks out of my house.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe entrance snapped shut then, and Corey turned back to Gordon, wiping the wisps of hair from his face. He was still wheezing asthmatically, but there seemed to be no change in the rhythm of his breathing. \"As I was going to say, cobber,\" he said, \"we've got a little social game going upstairs -- the room with the window. Fine view of the parades. We need a fourth.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_10": "\u201cHush! hush!\u201d said Jean Valjean in a low voice. \u201cWhy tell all that?\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you!\u201d cried Marius with a wrath in which there was veneration, <|Q|>\u201cwhy did you not tell it to me? It is your own fault, too. You save people\u2019s lives, and you conceal it from them! You do more, under the pretext of unmasking yourself, you calumniate yourself. It is frightful.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI told the truth,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_21": "Two other men were already in the surprisingly well-furnished room, at the little table set up near the window. Bruce Gordon recognized one as Randolph, the publisher of the little opposition paper. The man's pale blondness, weak eyes, and generally rabbity expression totally belied the courage that had permitted him to keep going at his hopeless task of trying to clean up Marsport. The Crusader was strictly a one-man weekly, against Mayor Wayne's Chronicle, with its Earth-comics and daily circulation of over a hundred thousand. Wayne apparently let the paper stay in business to give himself a talking point about fair play; but Randolph walked with a limp from the last working over he had received.\n\n\"Hi, Gordon,\" he said. His thin, high voice was cool and reserved, in keeping with the opinion he had expressed publicly of the police as a body. But he did not protest Corey's selection of a partner. <|Q|>\"This is Ed Praeger. He's an engineer on our railroad.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon acknowledged the introduction automatically. He'd almost forgotten that Marsport was the center of a thinly populated area, stretching for a thousand miles in all directions beyond the city, connected by the winding link of the electric monorail. \"So there really is a surrounding countryside,\" he said.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_23": "Gordon acknowledged the introduction automatically. He'd almost forgotten that Marsport was the center of a thinly populated area, stretching for a thousand miles in all directions beyond the city, connected by the winding link of the electric monorail. \"So there really is a surrounding countryside,\" he said.\n\nPraeger nodded. He was a big, open-faced man, just turning bald. His handshake was firm and friendly. <|Q|>\"There are even cities out there, Gordon. Nothing like Marsport, but that's no loss. That's where the real population of Mars is -- decent people, men who are going to turn this into a real planet some day.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"There are plenty like that here, too,\" Randolph said. He picked up the cards. \"First ace deals. Damn it, Mother, sit down-wind from me, won't you? Or else take a bath.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_22": "\"Hi, Gordon,\" he said. His thin, high voice was cool and reserved, in keeping with the opinion he had expressed publicly of the police as a body. But he did not protest Corey's selection of a partner. \"This is Ed Praeger. He's an engineer on our railroad.\"\n\nGordon acknowledged the introduction automatically. He'd almost forgotten that Marsport was the center of a thinly populated area, stretching for a thousand miles in all directions beyond the city, connected by the winding link of the electric monorail. <|Q|>\"So there really is a surrounding countryside,\"<|Q|> he said.\n\nPraeger nodded. He was a big, open-faced man, just turning bald. His handshake was firm and friendly. \"There are even cities out there, Gordon. Nothing like Marsport, but that's no loss. That's where the real population of Mars is -- decent people, men who are going to turn this into a real planet some day.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_44": "\u201cHe is coming back! doctor, he is coming back,\u201d cried Marius.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou are good, both of you,\u201d<|Q|> said Jean Valjean. \u201cI am going to tell you what has caused me pain. What has pained me, Monsieur Pontmercy, is that you have not been willing to touch that money. That money really belongs to your wife. I will explain to you, my children, and for that reason, also, I am glad to see you. Black jet comes from England, white jet comes from Norway. All this is in this paper, which you will read. For bracelets, I invented a way of substituting for slides of soldered sheet iron, slides of iron laid together. It is prettier, better and less costly. You will understand how much money can be made in that way. So Cosette\u2019s fortune is really hers. I give you these details, in order that your mind may be set at rest.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_42": "Among the words mingled with that mournful saliva which accompanies tears, they distinguished words like the following:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFather, do not leave us. Is it possible that we have found you only to lose you again?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt might be said that agony writhes. It goes, comes, advances towards the sepulchre, and returns towards life. There is groping in the action of dying.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_43": "He took a fold of Cosette\u2019s sleeve and kissed it.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe is coming back! doctor, he is coming back,\u201d<|Q|> cried Marius.\n\n\u201cYou are good, both of you,\u201d said Jean Valjean. \u201cI am going to tell you what has caused me pain. What has pained me, Monsieur Pontmercy, is that you have not been willing to touch that money. That money really belongs to your wife. I will explain to you, my children, and for that reason, also, I am glad to see you. Black jet comes from England, white jet comes from Norway. All this is in this paper, which you will read. For bracelets, I invented a way of substituting for slides of soldered sheet iron, slides of iron laid together. It is prettier, better and less costly. You will understand how much money can be made in that way. So Cosette\u2019s fortune is really hers. I give you these details, in order that your mind may be set at rest.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_30": "\"Nobody goes back,\" Mother Corey wheezed. \"I know.\" His eyes rested on Gordon.\n\n<|Q|>\"A lot don't want to,\"<|Q|> Praeger said. \"I never meant to go back. I've got me a farm up north. Another ten years, and I retire to it. My kids are up there now -- grandkids, that is. They're Martians; maybe you won't believe me, but they can breathe the air here without a helmet.\"\n\nThe others nodded. Gordon had learned that a fair number of third-generation people got that way. Their chests were only a trifle larger, and their heartbeat only a few points higher; it was an internal adaptation, like the one that had occurred in test animals reared at a simulated forty-thousand-feet altitude on Earth, before Mars was ever settled.", "Solo.6056.4992.olivefairybook_23_lang_64kb_133": "And that was all. Now they might take the sacks of gold and go, and the young men went off in such a hurry that the prince was left behind. Presently, they met an old man who asked for money.\n\n<|Q|>'No, we haven't any,'<|Q|> they answered.\n\nSo they hurried on, and by-and-by up came the prince.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_25": "\" Then he arose and threw down his weapon and, tucking up his skirt, drew near unto Kanmakan who also drew near and they gripped each other. But the Badawi found that the other had the better of him and weighed him down as the quintal downweighs the diner; and he looked at his legs firmly planted on the ground, and saw that they were as two minarets[FN#83] strongly based, or two tent-poles in earth encased, or two mountains which may not he displaced. So he acknowledged himself to be a failure and repented of having come to wrestle with him, saying in himself, \"Would I had slain him with my weapon!\" Then Kanmakan took hold of him and mastering him, shook him till the Badawi thought his bowels would burst in his belly, and he broke out, \"Hold thy hand, O boy!\" He heeded not his words, but shook him again and, lifting him from the ground, made with him towards the stream, that he might throw him therein: where upon the Badawi roared out, saying, <|Q|>\"O thou valiant man, what wilt thou do with me?\"[FN#84<|Q|>] Quoth he, \"I mean to throw thee into this stream: it will bear thee to the Tigris. The Tigris will bring thee to the river Isa and the Isa will carry thee to the Euphrates, and the Euphrates will land thee in shine own country; so thy tribe shall see thee and know thy manly cheer and how thy passion be sincere.\" Then Sabbah cried aloud and said, \"O Champion of the desert lair, do not with me what deed the wicked dare but let me go, by the life of thy cousin, the jewel of the fair", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_31": "\"Nobody goes back,\" Mother Corey wheezed. \"I know.\" His eyes rested on Gordon.\n\n\"A lot don't want to,\" Praeger said. <|Q|>\"I never meant to go back. I've got me a farm up north. Another ten years, and I retire to it. My kids are up there now -- grandkids, that is. They're Martians; maybe you won't believe me, but they can breathe the air here without a helmet.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe others nodded. Gordon had learned that a fair number of third-generation people got that way. Their chests were only a trifle larger, and their heartbeat only a few points higher; it was an internal adaptation, like the one that had occurred in test animals reared at a simulated forty-thousand-feet altitude on Earth, before Mars was ever settled.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_32": "The others nodded. Gordon had learned that a fair number of third-generation people got that way. Their chests were only a trifle larger, and their heartbeat only a few points higher; it was an internal adaptation, like the one that had occurred in test animals reared at a simulated forty-thousand-feet altitude on Earth, before Mars was ever settled.\n\n<|Q|>\"They'll take the planet away from Earth yet,\"<|Q|> Randolph agreed. \"Marsport is strictly artificial. It's kept going only because it's the only place where Earth will set down her ships. If Security doesn't do anything, time will.\"\n\n\"Security!\" Gordon muttered bitterly. Security was good at getting people in trouble, but he had seen no other sign of it.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_34": "\"Security!\" Gordon muttered bitterly. Security was good at getting people in trouble, but he had seen no other sign of it.\n\nRandolph frowned over his cards. <|Q|>\"Yeah, I know. The government set them up, gave them a mixture of powers, and has been trying to keep them from working ever since. But somehow they did clean up Venus; and every crook here is scared to death of the name. How come a muckraking newspaperman like you never turned up anything on them, Gordon?\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon shrugged. It was the first reference he'd heard to his background, and he preferred to let it drop.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_3": "Gordon blinked, accepting the other's hand. \"How so? And what happened?\" He indicated the bare sleeve.\n\n<|Q|>\"One's the result of the other,\"<|Q|> Murdoch told him. \"They've got me sewed up, and they're throwing the book at me. The old laws make me a citizen while I wear the uniform -- and a citizen can't quit the Force. That puts me out of Earth's jurisdiction. I can't even cable for funds, and I guess I'm too old to start squeezing money out of citizens. I was coming to ask whether you had room in your diggings for a guest -- and I'm hoping now that my part here cinches it.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_36": "Out on the street, a sudden whooping began, and he glanced down. The parade was on, the Croopsters in full swing, already mostly drunk. The main body went down the street, waving fluorescent signs, while side-guards preceded them, armed with axes, knocking aside the flimsier barricades as they went. He watched a group break into a small grocery store to come out with bundles. They dragged out the storekeeper, his wife, and young daughter, and pressed them into the middle of the parade.\n\n<|Q|>\"If Security's so damned powerful, why doesn't it stop that?\"<|Q|> he asked bitterly.\n\nRandolph grinned at him. \"They might do it, Gordon. They just might. But are you sure you want it stopped?\"", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_33": "\"Did I not tell thee that it was my intent to send thee by the river to thy kin and to thy tribe, that thy heart be not troubled for them nor their hearts be troubled for thee, and lest thou miss thy cousin's bride-feast!\" At this Sabbah shrieked aloud and wept and screaming said, \"Do not thus, O champion of the time's braves! Let me go and make me one of thy slaves!\" And he wept and wailed and began reciting these verses,\n\n<|Q|>\"I'm estranged fro' my folk and estrangement's long: * Shall I die amid strangers? Ah, would that I kenned! I die, nor my kinsman shall know where I'm slain, * Die in exile nor see the dear face of my friend!\"<|Q|>\n\nThereupon Kanmakan had compassion on him and said, \"Make with me a covenant true and swear me an oath to be a comrade as due and to bear me company wheresoever I may go.\" \"'Tis well,\" replied Sabbah and swore accordingly. Then Kanmakan loosed him and he rose and would have kissed the Prince's hand; but he forbade him that. Then the Badawi opened his scrip and, taking out three barley scones, laid them before Kanmakan and they both sat down on the bank of the stream to eat.[FN#86] When they had done eating together, they made the lesser ablution and prayed; after which they sat talking of what had befallen each of them from his people and from the shifts of Time. Presently said Kanmakan,", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_38": "Randolph grinned at him. \"They might do it, Gordon. They just might. But are you sure you want it stopped?\"\n\n\"All right,\" Mother Corey said suddenly. <|Q|>\"This is a social game, cobbers.\"<|Q|>\n\nOutside, the parade picked up enthusiasm as smaller gangs joined behind the main one. There were a fair number of plain citizens who had been impressed into it, too, judging by the appearance of little frightened groups in the middle of the mobsters.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_39": "\"Vacation?\" Mother Corey asked.\n\nIzzy nodded. <|Q|>\"Trench took forever giving it to us, Mother. But it's the same old deal; all the police gees get tomorrow off -- you, too, gov'nor. No cops to influence the vote, that's the word. We even gotta wear civvies when we go out to vote for Wayne.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon looked down at the rioters, who were now only keeping up a pretense of a parade. It would be worse tomorrow, he supposed; and there would be no cops. The image of the old woman and her husband in the little liquor store where he'd had his first experience came back to him. He wondered how well barricaded they were.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_40": "Gordon looked down at the rioters, who were now only keeping up a pretense of a parade. It would be worse tomorrow, he supposed; and there would be no cops. The image of the old woman and her husband in the little liquor store where he'd had his first experience came back to him. He wondered how well barricaded they were.\n\nHe felt the curious eyes of Mother Corey dancing from him to Izzy and back, and heard the old man's chuckle. <|Q|>\"Put a uniform on some men and they begin to believe they're cops, eh, cobber?\"<|Q|>\n\nHe shoved up from the table abruptly and headed for his room, swearing to himself.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_0": "When it was the One Hundred and Fortieth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that came to King Sasan the tidings of the departure of Kanmakan, through the Chief Emirs who said to him, <|Q|>\"Verily he is the son of our Sovran and the seed of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman and it hath reached us that he hath exiled himself from the land.\"<|Q|> When King Sasan heard these words, he was wroth with them and ordered one of them to be hanged by way of silencing him, whereat the fear of him fell upon the hearts of all the other Grandees and they dared not speak one word. Then he called to mind all the kindness that Zau al-Makan had done him, and how he had charged him with the care of his son; wherefore he grieved for Kanmakan and said, \"Needs must I have search made for him in all countries", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_1": "\"Verily he is the son of our Sovran and the seed of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman and it hath reached us that he hath exiled himself from the land.\" When King Sasan heard these words, he was wroth with them and ordered one of them to be hanged by way of silencing him, whereat the fear of him fell upon the hearts of all the other Grandees and they dared not speak one word. Then he called to mind all the kindness that Zau al-Makan had done him, and how he had charged him with the care of his son; wherefore he grieved for Kanmakan and said, <|Q|>\"Needs must I have search made for him in all countries.\"<|Q|> So he summoned Tarkash and bade him choose an hundred horse and wend with them in quest of the Prince. Accordingly he went out and was absent ten days, after which he returned and said, \"I can learn no tidings of him and have hit on no trace of him, nor can any tell me aught of him.\" Upon this King Sasan repented him of that which he had done by the Prince; whilst his mother abode in unrest continual nor would patience come at her call: and thus passed over her twenty days in heaviness all. This is how it fared with these; but as regards Kanmakan, when he left Baghdad, he went forth perplexed about his case and knowing not whither he should go: so he fared on alone through the desert for three days and saw neither footman nor horseman; withal, his sleep fled and his wakefulness redoubled, for he pined after his people and his homestead. He ate of the herbs of the earth and drank of its flowing waters and siesta'd under its trees at hours of noontide heats, till he turned from that road to another way and, following it other three days, came on the fourth to a land of green leas, dyed with the hues of plants and trees and with sloping valley sides made to please, abounding with the fruits of the earth. It had drunken of the cups of the cloud, to the sound of thunders rolling loud and the song of the turtle-dove gently sough'd, till its hill slopes were brightly verdant and its fields were sweetly fragrant. Then Kanmakan recalled his father's city Baghdad, and for excess of emotion he broke out into verse,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_2": "\" When King Sasan heard these words, he was wroth with them and ordered one of them to be hanged by way of silencing him, whereat the fear of him fell upon the hearts of all the other Grandees and they dared not speak one word. Then he called to mind all the kindness that Zau al-Makan had done him, and how he had charged him with the care of his son; wherefore he grieved for Kanmakan and said, \"Needs must I have search made for him in all countries.\" So he summoned Tarkash and bade him choose an hundred horse and wend with them in quest of the Prince. Accordingly he went out and was absent ten days, after which he returned and said, <|Q|>\"I can learn no tidings of him and have hit on no trace of him, nor can any tell me aught of him.\"<|Q|> Upon this King Sasan repented him of that which he had done by the Prince; whilst his mother abode in unrest continual nor would patience come at her call: and thus passed over her twenty days in heaviness all. This is how it fared with these; but as regards Kanmakan, when he left Baghdad, he went forth perplexed about his case and knowing not whither he should go: so he fared on alone through the desert for three days and saw neither footman nor horseman; withal, his sleep fled and his wakefulness redoubled, for he pined after his people and his homestead. He ate of the herbs of the earth and drank of its flowing waters and siesta'd under its trees at hours of noontide heats, till he turned from that road to another way and, following it other three days, came on the fourth to a land of green leas, dyed with the hues of plants and trees and with sloping valley sides made to please, abounding with the fruits of the earth. It had drunken of the cups of the cloud, to the sound of thunders rolling loud and the song of the turtle-dove gently sough'd, till its hill slopes were brightly verdant and its fields were sweetly fragrant. Then Kanmakan recalled his father's city Baghdad, and for excess of emotion he broke out into verse,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_3": "\" Upon this King Sasan repented him of that which he had done by the Prince; whilst his mother abode in unrest continual nor would patience come at her call: and thus passed over her twenty days in heaviness all. This is how it fared with these; but as regards Kanmakan, when he left Baghdad, he went forth perplexed about his case and knowing not whither he should go: so he fared on alone through the desert for three days and saw neither footman nor horseman; withal, his sleep fled and his wakefulness redoubled, for he pined after his people and his homestead. He ate of the herbs of the earth and drank of its flowing waters and siesta'd under its trees at hours of noontide heats, till he turned from that road to another way and, following it other three days, came on the fourth to a land of green leas, dyed with the hues of plants and trees and with sloping valley sides made to please, abounding with the fruits of the earth. It had drunken of the cups of the cloud, to the sound of thunders rolling loud and the song of the turtle-dove gently sough'd, till its hill slopes were brightly verdant and its fields were sweetly fragrant. Then Kanmakan recalled his father's city Baghdad, and for excess of emotion he broke out into verse,\n\n<|Q|>\"I roam, and roaming hope I to return; * Yet of returning see not how or when: I went for love of one I could not win, * Nor way of 'scaping ills that pressed could ken.\"<|Q|>\n\nWhen he ended his recital he wept, but presently he wiped away his tears and ate of the fruits of the earth enough for his present need. Then he made the Wuzu-ablution and prayed the ordained prayers which he had neglected all this time; and he sat resting in that place through the livelong day. When night came he slept and ceased not sleeping till midnight, when he awoke and heard a human voice declaiming these couplets,", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_1": "She simply bowed her acquiescence.\n\n<|Q|>\"That's sensible. Perhaps you had better get your things ready while I and Mr. Watterly go and arrange with Justice Harkins.\"<|Q|>\n\nAlida averted her face with a sort of shame which a woman feels who admits such a truth. \"I haven't anything, sir, but a hat and cloak to put on. I came away and left everything.\"", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_6": "\"Tho' 'tis thy wont to hide thy love perforce, * Yet weep on day of parting and divorce! Twixt me and my dear love were plighted vows; * Pledge of reunion, fonder intercourse: With joy inspires my heart and deals it rest * Zephyr, whose coolness doth desire enforce. O Sa'ad\u00e1,[FN#77] thinks of me that anklet wearer? * Or parting broke she troth without remorse? And say! shall nights foregather us, and we * Of suffered hardships tell in soft discourse? Quoth she, 'Thou'rt daft for us and fey'; quoth I, * ' 'Sain thee! how many a friend hast turned to corse!' If taste mine eyes sweet sleep while she's away, * Allah with loss of her these eyne accurse. O wounds in vitals mine! for cure they lack * Union and dewy lips' sweet theriack.\"[FN#78]\n\nWhen Kanmakan heard this verse again spoken by the same voice yet saw no one, he knew that the speaker was a lover like unto himself, debarred from union with her who loved him; and he said to himself, \"'Twere fitting that this man should lay his head to my head and become my comrade in this my strangerhood.\"[FN#79] Then he hailed the speaker and cried out to him, saying, <|Q|>\"O thou who farest in sombrest night, draw near to me and tell me thy tale haply thou shalt find me one who will succour thee in thy sufferings.\"<|Q|> And when the owner of the voice heard these words, he cried out, \"O thou that respondest to my complaint and wouldest hear my history, who art thou amongst the knights? Art thou human or Jinni? Answer me speedily ere thy death draw near for I have wandered in this desert some twenty days and have seen no one nor heard any voice but thy voice.\" At these words Kanmakan said to himself, \"This one's case is like my case, for I, even I, have wandered twenty days, nor during my wayfare have I seen man or heard voice", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_8": "\"O thou who farest in sombrest night, draw near to me and tell me thy tale haply thou shalt find me one who will succour thee in thy sufferings.\" And when the owner of the voice heard these words, he cried out, \"O thou that respondest to my complaint and wouldest hear my history, who art thou amongst the knights? Art thou human or Jinni? Answer me speedily ere thy death draw near for I have wandered in this desert some twenty days and have seen no one nor heard any voice but thy voice.\" At these words Kanmakan said to himself, <|Q|>\"This one's case is like my case, for I, even I, have wandered twenty days, nor during my wayfare have I seen man or heard voice:\"<|Q|> and he added, \"I will make him no answer till day arise.\" So he was silent, and the voice again called out to him, saying, \"O thou that callest, if thou be of the Jinn fare in peace and, if thou be man, stay awhile till the day break stark and the night flee with the dark.\" The speaker abode in his place and Kanmakan did likewise and the twain in reciting verses never failed, and wept tears that railed till the light of day began loom and the night departed with its gloom. Then Kanmakan looked at the other and found him to be of the Badawi Arabs, a youth in the flower of his age; clad in worn clothes and bearing in baldrick a rusty sword which he kept sheathed, and the signs of love longing were apparent on him. He went up to him and accosted him and saluted him, and the Badawi returned the salute and greeted him with courteous wishes for his long life, but somewhat despised him, seeing his tender years and his condition, which was that of a pauper. So he said to him,", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_3": "Alida averted her face with a sort of shame which a woman feels who admits such a truth. \"I haven't anything, sir, but a hat and cloak to put on. I came away and left everything.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"And I'm glad of it,\"<|Q|> said Holcroft heartily. \"I wouldn't want you to bring anything which that scoundrel gave you.\" He paced the room thoughtfully a moment or two and then he called Watterly in. \"It's settled, Tom. Alida will be Mrs. Holcroft as soon as we can see the justice. Do you think we could persuade him to come here?\"\n\n\"One thing at a time. Mrs. Holcroft, -- I may as well call you so, for when my friend says he'll do a thing he does it, -- I congratulate you. I think you are well out of your troubles. Since you are to marry my old friend, we must be friends, too", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_19": "\"To me, it's nothing,\" he called out. \"Take these two back to young Jurgens, boys, and tell him to keep his punks out of my house.\"\n\nThe entrance snapped shut then, and Corey turned back to Gordon, wiping the wisps of hair from his face. He was still wheezing asthmatically, but there seemed to be no change in the rhythm of his breathing. <|Q|>\"As I was going to say, cobber,\"<|Q|> he said, \"we've got a little social game going upstairs -- the room with the window. Fine view of the parades. We need a fourth.\"\n\nGordon started to protest that he was tired and needed his sleep; then he shrugged. Corey's house was one of the few that had kept some relation to Earth styles by installing a couple of windows in the second story, and it would give a perfect view of the street. He followed the old man up the stairs.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_12": "\"O youth, of what tribe art thou and to whom art thou kin among the Arabs; and what is thy history that thou goest by night, after the fashion of knights? Indeed thou spakest to me in the dark words such as are spoken of none but doughty cavaliers and lion- like warriors; and now I hold thy life in hand. But I have compassion on thee by reason of thy green years; so I will make thee my companion and thou shalt go with me, to do me service.\" When Kanmakan heard him speak these unseemly words, after showing him such skill in verse, he knew that he despised him and would presume with him; therefore he answered him with soft and well- chosen speech, saying, <|Q|>\"O Chief of the Arabs, leave my tenderness of age and tell me why thou wanderest by night in the desert reciting verses. Thou talkest, I see, of my serving thee; who then art thou and what moved thee to talk this wise?\"<|Q|> Answered he, \"Hark ye, boy! I am Sabb\u00e1h, son of Ramm\u00e1h bin Hum\u00e1m.[FN#80] My people are of the Arabs of Syria and I have a cousin, Najmah highs, who to all that look on her brings delight. And when my father died I was brought up in the house of his brother, the father of Najmah; but as soon I grew up and my uncle's daughter became a woman, they secluded her from me and me from her, seeing that I was poor and without money in pouch. Then the Chiefs of the Arabs and the heads of the tribes rebuked her sire, and he was abashed before them and consented to give me my cousin, but upon condition that I should bring him as her dower fifty head of horses and fifty dromedaries which travel ten days[FN#81] without a halt and fifty camels laden with wheat and a like number laden with barley, together with ten black slaves and ten handmaids. Thus the weight he set upon me was beyond my power to bear; for he exacted more than the marriage settlement as by law established. So here am I, travelling from Syria to Irak, and I have passed twenty days with out seeing other than thyself; yet I mean to go to Baghdad that I may ascertain what merchant men of wealth and importance start thence. Then will I fare forth in their track and loot their goods, and I will slay their escort and drive off their camels with their loads. But what manner of man art thou?\" Replied Kanmakan,", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_6": "\"And I'm glad of it,\" said Holcroft heartily. \"I wouldn't want you to bring anything which that scoundrel gave you.\" He paced the room thoughtfully a moment or two and then he called Watterly in. \"It's settled, Tom. Alida will be Mrs. Holcroft as soon as we can see the justice. Do you think we could persuade him to come here?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"One thing at a time. Mrs. Holcroft, -- I may as well call you so, for when my friend says he'll do a thing he does it, -- I congratulate you. I think you are well out of your troubles. Since you are to marry my old friend, we must be friends, too,\"<|Q|> and he shook her heartily by the hand.\n\nHis words and manner were another ray of light -- a welcome rift in the black pall that had gathered round her.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_14": "\" Answered he, \"Hark ye, boy! I am Sabb\u00e1h, son of Ramm\u00e1h bin Hum\u00e1m.[FN#80] My people are of the Arabs of Syria and I have a cousin, Najmah highs, who to all that look on her brings delight. And when my father died I was brought up in the house of his brother, the father of Najmah; but as soon I grew up and my uncle's daughter became a woman, they secluded her from me and me from her, seeing that I was poor and without money in pouch. Then the Chiefs of the Arabs and the heads of the tribes rebuked her sire, and he was abashed before them and consented to give me my cousin, but upon condition that I should bring him as her dower fifty head of horses and fifty dromedaries which travel ten days[FN#81] without a halt and fifty camels laden with wheat and a like number laden with barley, together with ten black slaves and ten handmaids. Thus the weight he set upon me was beyond my power to bear; for he exacted more than the marriage settlement as by law established. So here am I, travelling from Syria to Irak, and I have passed twenty days with out seeing other than thyself; yet I mean to go to Baghdad that I may ascertain what merchant men of wealth and importance start thence. Then will I fare forth in their track and loot their goods, and I will slay their escort and drive off their camels with their loads. But what manner of man art thou?\" Replied Kanmakan, \"Thy case is like unto my case, save that my evil is more grievous than thine ill; for my cousin is a King's daughter and the dowry of which thou hast spoken would not content her people, nor would they be satisfied with the like of that from me.\" Quoth Sabbah, <|Q|>\"Surely thou art a fool or thy wits for excess of passion are gathering wool! How can thy cousin be a King's daughter? Thou hast no sign of royal rank on thee, for thou art but a mendicant.\"<|Q|> Re joined Kanmakan, \"O Chief of the Arabs, let not this my case seem strange to thee; for what happened, happened;[FN#82] and if thou desire proof of me, I am Kanmakan, son of King Zau al-Makan, son of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman Lord of Baghdad and the realm Khorasan; and Fortune banned me with her tyrant ban, for my father died and my Sultanate was taken by King Sasan. So I fled forth from Baghdad secretly, lest I be seen of any man, and have wandered twenty days without any but thyself to scan. So now I have discovered to thee my case, and my story is as thy story and my need as thy need", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_18": "\"O brother of the Arabs, act not on this wise, for my people will not buy me with silver nor with gold, not even with a copper dirham; and I am a poor man, having with me neither much nor little, so cease then to be upon this track and take me to thy comrade. Fare we forth for the land of Irak and wander over the world, so haply we may win dower and marriage portion, and we may seek and enjoy our cousins' kisses and embraces when we come back.\" Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said, <|Q|>\"Woe to thee! Dost thou bandy words with me, O vilest of dogs that be? Turn thee thy back, or I will come down on thee with clack!\"<|Q|> Kanmakan smiled and answered, \"Why should I turn my back for thee? Is there no justice in thee? Dost thou not fear to bring blame upon the Arab men by driving a man like myself captive, in shame and disdain, before thou hast proved him on the plain, to know if he be a warrior or of cowardly strain?\" Upon this Sabbah laughed and replied, \"By Allah, a wonder! Thou art a boy in years told, but in talk thou art old. These words should come from none but a champion doughty and bold: what wantest thou of justice", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_20": "\"Woe to thee! Dost thou bandy words with me, O vilest of dogs that be? Turn thee thy back, or I will come down on thee with clack!\" Kanmakan smiled and answered, \"Why should I turn my back for thee? Is there no justice in thee? Dost thou not fear to bring blame upon the Arab men by driving a man like myself captive, in shame and disdain, before thou hast proved him on the plain, to know if he be a warrior or of cowardly strain?\" Upon this Sabbah laughed and replied, <|Q|>\"By Allah, a wonder! Thou art a boy in years told, but in talk thou art old. These words should come from none but a champion doughty and bold: what wantest thou of justice?\"<|Q|> Quoth Kanmakan, \"If thou wilt have me thy captive, to wend with thee and serve thee, throw down thine arms and put off thine outer gear and come on and wrestle with me; and whichever of us throw his opponent shall have his will of him and make him his boy.\" Then Sabbah laughed and said, \"I think this waste of breath de noteth the nearness of thy death.\" Then he arose and threw down his weapon and, tucking up his skirt, drew near unto Kanmakan who also drew near and they gripped each other. But the Badawi found that the other had the better of him and weighed him down as the quintal downweighs the diner; and he looked at his legs firmly planted on the ground, and saw that they were as two minarets[FN#83] strongly based, or two tent-poles in earth encased, or two mountains which may not he displaced. So he acknowledged himself to be a failure and repented of having come to wrestle with him, saying in himself,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_21": "\"Why should I turn my back for thee? Is there no justice in thee? Dost thou not fear to bring blame upon the Arab men by driving a man like myself captive, in shame and disdain, before thou hast proved him on the plain, to know if he be a warrior or of cowardly strain?\" Upon this Sabbah laughed and replied, \"By Allah, a wonder! Thou art a boy in years told, but in talk thou art old. These words should come from none but a champion doughty and bold: what wantest thou of justice?\" Quoth Kanmakan, <|Q|>\"If thou wilt have me thy captive, to wend with thee and serve thee, throw down thine arms and put off thine outer gear and come on and wrestle with me; and whichever of us throw his opponent shall have his will of him and make him his boy.\"<|Q|> Then Sabbah laughed and said, \"I think this waste of breath de noteth the nearness of thy death.\" Then he arose and threw down his weapon and, tucking up his skirt, drew near unto Kanmakan who also drew near and they gripped each other. But the Badawi found that the other had the better of him and weighed him down as the quintal downweighs the diner; and he looked at his legs firmly planted on the ground, and saw that they were as two minarets[FN#83] strongly based, or two tent-poles in earth encased, or two mountains which may not he displaced. So he acknowledged himself to be a failure and repented of having come to wrestle with him, saying in himself,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_22": "\"By Allah, a wonder! Thou art a boy in years told, but in talk thou art old. These words should come from none but a champion doughty and bold: what wantest thou of justice?\" Quoth Kanmakan, \"If thou wilt have me thy captive, to wend with thee and serve thee, throw down thine arms and put off thine outer gear and come on and wrestle with me; and whichever of us throw his opponent shall have his will of him and make him his boy.\" Then Sabbah laughed and said, <|Q|>\"I think this waste of breath de noteth the nearness of thy death.\"<|Q|> Then he arose and threw down his weapon and, tucking up his skirt, drew near unto Kanmakan who also drew near and they gripped each other. But the Badawi found that the other had the better of him and weighed him down as the quintal downweighs the diner; and he looked at his legs firmly planted on the ground, and saw that they were as two minarets[FN#83] strongly based, or two tent-poles in earth encased, or two mountains which may not he displaced. So he acknowledged himself to be a failure and repented of having come to wrestle with him, saying in himself,", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_14": "\"Why, that's my duty,\" replied the farmer. \"Come, Watterly, the sun is getting low, and we've considerable to do yet before we start home.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I'm with you. Now, Alida, you go back quietly and act as if nothing had happened till I send for you. Of course this impatient young groom will hurry back with the justice as fast as possible. Still, we may not find him, or he may be so busy that we shall have to come back for you and take you to his office.\"<|Q|>\n\nAs she turned to leave the room, Holcroft gave her his hand and said kindly, \"Now don't you be nervous or worried. I see you are not strong, and you shall not be taxed any more than I can help. Goodby for a little while.\"", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_24": "\" Then he arose and threw down his weapon and, tucking up his skirt, drew near unto Kanmakan who also drew near and they gripped each other. But the Badawi found that the other had the better of him and weighed him down as the quintal downweighs the diner; and he looked at his legs firmly planted on the ground, and saw that they were as two minarets[FN#83] strongly based, or two tent-poles in earth encased, or two mountains which may not he displaced. So he acknowledged himself to be a failure and repented of having come to wrestle with him, saying in himself, \"Would I had slain him with my weapon!\" Then Kanmakan took hold of him and mastering him, shook him till the Badawi thought his bowels would burst in his belly, and he broke out, <|Q|>\"Hold thy hand, O boy!\"<|Q|> He heeded not his words, but shook him again and, lifting him from the ground, made with him towards the stream, that he might throw him therein: where upon the Badawi roared out, saying, \"O thou valiant man, what wilt thou do with me?\"[FN#84] Quoth he, \"I mean to throw thee into this stream: it will bear thee to the Tigris. The Tigris will bring thee to the river Isa and the Isa will carry thee to the Euphrates, and the Euphrates will land thee in shine own country; so thy tribe shall see thee and know thy manly cheer and how thy passion be sincere", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_33": "The others nodded. Gordon had learned that a fair number of third-generation people got that way. Their chests were only a trifle larger, and their heartbeat only a few points higher; it was an internal adaptation, like the one that had occurred in test animals reared at a simulated forty-thousand-feet altitude on Earth, before Mars was ever settled.\n\n\"They'll take the planet away from Earth yet,\" Randolph agreed. <|Q|>\"Marsport is strictly artificial. It's kept going only because it's the only place where Earth will set down her ships. If Security doesn't do anything, time will.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Security!\" Gordon muttered bitterly. Security was good at getting people in trouble, but he had seen no other sign of it.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_29": "\"I con what is in thy heart, now thou hast hold of thy sword and thy targe. Thou hast neither length of hand nor trick of wrestling, but thou thinkest that, wert thou on thy mare and couldst wheel about the plain, and ply me with thy skene, I had long ago been slain. But I will give thee thy requite, so there may be left in thy heart no despite; now give me the targe and fall on me with thy whinger; either thou shalt kill me or I shall kill thee.\" \"Here it is,\" answered Sabbah and, throwing him the targe, bared his brand and rushed at him sword in hand; Kanmakan hent the buckler in his right and began to fend himself with it, whilst Sabbah struck at him, saying at each stroke, <|Q|>\"This is the finishing blow!\"<|Q|> But it fell harmless enow, for Kanmakan took all on his buckler and it was waste work, though he did not reply lacking the wherewithal to strike and Sabbah ceased not to smite at him with his sabre, till his arm was weary. When his opponent saw this, he rushed upon him and, hugging him in his arms, shook him and threw him to the ground. Then he turned him over on his face and pinioned his elbows behind him with the baldrick of his sword, and began to drag him by the feet and to make for the river. Thereupon cried Sabbah,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_27": "\"O thou valiant man, what wilt thou do with me?\"[FN#84] Quoth he, \"I mean to throw thee into this stream: it will bear thee to the Tigris. The Tigris will bring thee to the river Isa and the Isa will carry thee to the Euphrates, and the Euphrates will land thee in shine own country; so thy tribe shall see thee and know thy manly cheer and how thy passion be sincere.\" Then Sabbah cried aloud and said, <|Q|>\"O Champion of the desert lair, do not with me what deed the wicked dare but let me go, by the life of thy cousin, the jewel of the fair!\"<|Q|> Hearing this, Kanmakan set him on the ground, but when he found him self at liberty, he ran to his sword and targe and taking them up stood plotting in himself treachery and sudden assault on his adversary.[FN#85] The Prince kenned his intent in his eye and said to him, \"I con what is in thy heart, now thou hast hold of thy sword and thy targe. Thou hast neither length of hand nor trick of wrestling, but thou thinkest that, wert thou on thy mare and couldst wheel about the plain, and ply me with thy skene, I had long ago been slain. But I will give thee thy requite, so there may be left in thy heart no despite; now give me the targe and fall on me with thy whinger; either thou shalt kill me or I shall kill thee", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_30": "\" But it fell harmless enow, for Kanmakan took all on his buckler and it was waste work, though he did not reply lacking the wherewithal to strike and Sabbah ceased not to smite at him with his sabre, till his arm was weary. When his opponent saw this, he rushed upon him and, hugging him in his arms, shook him and threw him to the ground. Then he turned him over on his face and pinioned his elbows behind him with the baldrick of his sword, and began to drag him by the feet and to make for the river. Thereupon cried Sabbah, <|Q|>\"What wilt thou do with me, O youth, and cavalier of the age and brave of the plain where battles rage?\"<|Q|> Answered he, \"Did I not tell thee that it was my intent to send thee by the river to thy kin and to thy tribe, that thy heart be not troubled for them nor their hearts be troubled for thee, and lest thou miss thy cousin's bride-feast!\" At this Sabbah shrieked aloud and wept and screaming said, \"Do not thus, O champion of the time's braves! Let me go and make me one of thy slaves!\" And he wept and wailed and began reciting these verses,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_31": "\" But it fell harmless enow, for Kanmakan took all on his buckler and it was waste work, though he did not reply lacking the wherewithal to strike and Sabbah ceased not to smite at him with his sabre, till his arm was weary. When his opponent saw this, he rushed upon him and, hugging him in his arms, shook him and threw him to the ground. Then he turned him over on his face and pinioned his elbows behind him with the baldrick of his sword, and began to drag him by the feet and to make for the river. Thereupon cried Sabbah, \"What wilt thou do with me, O youth, and cavalier of the age and brave of the plain where battles rage?\" Answered he, <|Q|>\"Did I not tell thee that it was my intent to send thee by the river to thy kin and to thy tribe, that thy heart be not troubled for them nor their hearts be troubled for thee, and lest thou miss thy cousin's bride-feast!\"<|Q|> At this Sabbah shrieked aloud and wept and screaming said, \"Do not thus, O champion of the time's braves! Let me go and make me one of thy slaves!\" And he wept and wailed and began reciting these verses,\n\n\"I'm estranged fro' my folk and estrangement's long: * Shall I die amid strangers? Ah, would that I kenned! I die, nor my kinsman shall know where I'm slain, * Die in exile nor see the dear face of my friend!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_07_delray_64kb_6": "Murdoch had tried to treat it lightly, but Gordon saw the red creeping up into the man's face. \"Forget that part. There's room enough for two in my place -- and I guess Mother Corey won't mind. I'm damned glad you were following me.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"So'm I, Gordon. What'll we do with the prisoners?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Leave 'em; we couldn't get a Croopster locked up tonight for anything.\"", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_34": "\"I'm estranged fro' my folk and estrangement's long: * Shall I die amid strangers? Ah, would that I kenned! I die, nor my kinsman shall know where I'm slain, * Die in exile nor see the dear face of my friend!\"\n\nThereupon Kanmakan had compassion on him and said, <|Q|>\"Make with me a covenant true and swear me an oath to be a comrade as due and to bear me company wheresoever I may go.\"<|Q|> \"'Tis well,\" replied Sabbah and swore accordingly. Then Kanmakan loosed him and he rose and would have kissed the Prince's hand; but he forbade him that. Then the Badawi opened his scrip and, taking out three barley scones, laid them before Kanmakan and they both sat down on the bank of the stream to eat.[FN#86] When they had done eating together, they made the lesser ablution and prayed; after which they sat talking of what had befallen each of them from his people and from the shifts of Time. Presently said Kanmakan,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_32": "\" But it fell harmless enow, for Kanmakan took all on his buckler and it was waste work, though he did not reply lacking the wherewithal to strike and Sabbah ceased not to smite at him with his sabre, till his arm was weary. When his opponent saw this, he rushed upon him and, hugging him in his arms, shook him and threw him to the ground. Then he turned him over on his face and pinioned his elbows behind him with the baldrick of his sword, and began to drag him by the feet and to make for the river. Thereupon cried Sabbah, \"What wilt thou do with me, O youth, and cavalier of the age and brave of the plain where battles rage?\" Answered he, \"Did I not tell thee that it was my intent to send thee by the river to thy kin and to thy tribe, that thy heart be not troubled for them nor their hearts be troubled for thee, and lest thou miss thy cousin's bride-feast!\" At this Sabbah shrieked aloud and wept and screaming said, <|Q|>\"Do not thus, O champion of the time's braves! Let me go and make me one of thy slaves!\"<|Q|> And he wept and wailed and began reciting these verses,\n\n\"I'm estranged fro' my folk and estrangement's long: * Shall I die amid strangers? Ah, would that I kenned! I die, nor my kinsman shall know where I'm slain, * Die in exile nor see the dear face of my friend!\"", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_35": "\" \"'Tis well,\" replied Sabbah and swore accordingly. Then Kanmakan loosed him and he rose and would have kissed the Prince's hand; but he forbade him that. Then the Badawi opened his scrip and, taking out three barley scones, laid them before Kanmakan and they both sat down on the bank of the stream to eat.[FN#86] When they had done eating together, they made the lesser ablution and prayed; after which they sat talking of what had befallen each of them from his people and from the shifts of Time. Presently said Kanmakan, <|Q|>\"Whither dost thou now intend?\"<|Q|> Replied Sabbah, \"I purpose to repair to Baghdad, thy native town, and abide there, until Allah vouchsafe me the marriage portion.\" Rejoined the other, \"Up then and to the road! I tarry here.\" So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself, \"O my soul, with what face shall I return pauper- poor? Now by Allah, I will not go back empty handed and, if the Almighty please, I will assuredly work my deliverance", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_23": "\"Well, you talked long enough to give me plenty of time to think. One thing is clear, Angy won't take to this marriage. You know I'd like to have you both come in and take a meal as you always have done, but then a man must keep peace with his wife, and -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"I understand, Tom. We won't come till Mrs. Watterly asks us.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"But you won't have hard feelings?\"", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_37": "\" \"'Tis well,\" replied Sabbah and swore accordingly. Then Kanmakan loosed him and he rose and would have kissed the Prince's hand; but he forbade him that. Then the Badawi opened his scrip and, taking out three barley scones, laid them before Kanmakan and they both sat down on the bank of the stream to eat.[FN#86] When they had done eating together, they made the lesser ablution and prayed; after which they sat talking of what had befallen each of them from his people and from the shifts of Time. Presently said Kanmakan, \"Whither dost thou now intend?\" Replied Sabbah, \"I purpose to repair to Baghdad, thy native town, and abide there, until Allah vouchsafe me the marriage portion.\" Rejoined the other, <|Q|>\"Up then and to the road! I tarry here.\"<|Q|> So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself, \"O my soul, with what face shall I return pauper- poor? Now by Allah, I will not go back empty handed and, if the Almighty please, I will assuredly work my deliverance.\" Then he went to the stream and made the Wuzu-washing and when prostrating he laid his brow in the dust and prayed to the Lord, saying,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_38": "\" \"'Tis well,\" replied Sabbah and swore accordingly. Then Kanmakan loosed him and he rose and would have kissed the Prince's hand; but he forbade him that. Then the Badawi opened his scrip and, taking out three barley scones, laid them before Kanmakan and they both sat down on the bank of the stream to eat.[FN#86] When they had done eating together, they made the lesser ablution and prayed; after which they sat talking of what had befallen each of them from his people and from the shifts of Time. Presently said Kanmakan, \"Whither dost thou now intend?\" Replied Sabbah, \"I purpose to repair to Baghdad, thy native town, and abide there, until Allah vouchsafe me the marriage portion.\" Rejoined the other, \"Up then and to the road! I tarry here.\" So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself, <|Q|>\"O my soul, with what face shall I return pauper- poor? Now by Allah, I will not go back empty handed and, if the Almighty please, I will assuredly work my deliverance.\"<|Q|> Then he went to the stream and made the Wuzu-washing and when prostrating he laid his brow in the dust and prayed to the Lord, saying, \"O Allah! Thou who sendest down the dew, and feedest the worm that homes in the stone, I beseech Thee vouchsafe me my livelihood of Thine Omnipotence and the Grace of Thy benevolence!\" Then he pronounced the salutation which closes prayer; yet every road appeared closed to him. And while he sat turning right and left, behold, he espied a horseman making towards him with bent back and reins slack. He sat up right and after a time reached the Prince; and the stranger was at the last gasp and made sure of death, for he was grievously wounded when he came up; the tears streamed down his cheeks like water from the mouths of skins, and he said to Kanmakan,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_39": "\" So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself, \"O my soul, with what face shall I return pauper- poor? Now by Allah, I will not go back empty handed and, if the Almighty please, I will assuredly work my deliverance.\" Then he went to the stream and made the Wuzu-washing and when prostrating he laid his brow in the dust and prayed to the Lord, saying, <|Q|>\"O Allah! Thou who sendest down the dew, and feedest the worm that homes in the stone, I beseech Thee vouchsafe me my livelihood of Thine Omnipotence and the Grace of Thy benevolence!\"<|Q|> Then he pronounced the salutation which closes prayer; yet every road appeared closed to him. And while he sat turning right and left, behold, he espied a horseman making towards him with bent back and reins slack. He sat up right and after a time reached the Prince; and the stranger was at the last gasp and made sure of death, for he was grievously wounded when he came up; the tears streamed down his cheeks like water from the mouths of skins, and he said to Kanmakan,", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_42": "\" Now under that horseman was a stallion, so noble a Rabite[FN#87] the tongue fails to describe him; and as Kanmakan looked at his legs like marble shafts, he was seized with a longing and said to himself, \"Verily the like of this stallion[FN#88] is not to be found in our time.\" Then he helped the rider to alight and entreated him in friendly guise and gave him a little water to swallow; after which he waited till he had taken rest and addressed him, saying, <|Q|>\"Who hath dealt thus with thee?\"<|Q|> Quoth the rider, \"I will tell thee the truth of the case. I am a horse thief and I have busied myself with lifting and snatching horses all my life, night and day, and my name is Ghassan, the plague of every stable and stallion. I heard tell of this horse, that he was in the land of Roum, with King Afridun, where they had named him Al-Kat\u00fal and surnamed him Al Majn\u00fan.[FN#89] So I journeyed to Constantinople for his sake and watched my opportunity and whilst I was thus waiting, there came out an old woman, one highly honoured among the Greeks, and whose word with them is law, by name Zat al-Dawahi, a past mistress in all manner of trickery. She had with her this steed and ten slaves, no more, to attend on her and the horse; and she was bound for Baghdad and Khorasan, there to seek King Sasan and to sue for peace and pardon from ban. So I went out in their track, longing to get at the horse,[FN#90] and ceased not to follow them, but was unable to come by the stallion, because of the strict guard kept by the slaves, till they reached this country and I feared lest they enter the city of Baghdad. As I was casting about to steal the stallion lo! a great cloud of dust arose on them and walled the horizon. Presently it opened and disclosed fifty horsemen, gathered together to waylay merchants on the highway, and their captain, by name Kahrdash, was a lion in daring and dash; a furious lion who layeth knights flat as carpets in battle-crash.\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_0": "To a woman of Alida's intuition the way in which he withdrew his hand and the expression of his face had a world of meaning. She would not need a second hint. Yet she did not misjudge him; she knew that he meant what he had said and had said all that he meant. She was also aware that he had not and never could understand the depths of fear and suffering from which his hand was lifting her. Her gratitude was akin to that of a lost soul saved, and that was all she had involuntarily expressed. She sat down again and quietly dried her eyes, while in her heart she purposed to show her gratitude by patient assiduity in learning to do what he required.\n\nHolcroft was now bent upon carrying out his plan as quickly as possible and returning home. He therefore asked, <|Q|>\"Can you go with me at once, Alida?\"<|Q|>\n\nShe simply bowed her acquiescence.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_41": "\"O Chief of the Arabs, take me to thy friendship as long as I live, for thou wilt not find my like; and give me a little water though the drinking of water be harmful to one wounded, especially whilst the blood is flowing and the life with it. And if I live, I will give thee what shall heal thy penury and thy poverty: and if I die, mayst thou be blessed for thy good intent.\" Now under that horseman was a stallion, so noble a Rabite[FN#87] the tongue fails to describe him; and as Kanmakan looked at his legs like marble shafts, he was seized with a longing and said to himself, <|Q|>\"Verily the like of this stallion[FN#88] is not to be found in our time.\"<|Q|> Then he helped the rider to alight and entreated him in friendly guise and gave him a little water to swallow; after which he waited till he had taken rest and addressed him, saying, \"Who hath dealt thus with thee?\" Quoth the rider, \"I will tell thee the truth of the case. I am a horse thief and I have busied myself with lifting and snatching horses all my life, night and day, and my name is Ghassan, the plague of every stable and stallion. I heard tell of this horse, that he was in the land of Roum, with King Afridun, where they had named him Al-Kat\u00fal and surnamed him Al Majn\u00fan.[FN#89] So I journeyed to Constantinople for his sake and watched my opportunity and whilst I was thus waiting, there came out an old woman, one highly honoured among the Greeks, and whose word with them is law, by name Zat al-Dawahi, a past mistress in all manner of trickery. She had with her this steed and ten slaves, no more, to attend on her and the horse; and she was bound for Baghdad and Khorasan, there to seek King Sasan and to sue for peace and pardon from ban. So I went out in their track, longing to get at the horse,[FN#90] and ceased not to follow them, but was unable to come by the stallion, because of the strict guard kept by the slaves, till they reached this country and I feared lest they enter the city of Baghdad. As I was casting about to steal the stallion lo! a great cloud of dust arose on them and walled the horizon. Presently it opened and disclosed fifty horsemen, gathered together to waylay merchants on the highway, and their captain, by name Kahrdash, was a lion in daring and dash; a furious lion who layeth knights flat as carpets in battle-crash.\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_2": "\"That's sensible. Perhaps you had better get your things ready while I and Mr. Watterly go and arrange with Justice Harkins.\"\n\nAlida averted her face with a sort of shame which a woman feels who admits such a truth. <|Q|>\"I haven't anything, sir, but a hat and cloak to put on. I came away and left everything.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"And I'm glad of it,\" said Holcroft heartily. \"I wouldn't want you to bring anything which that scoundrel gave you.\" He paced the room thoughtfully a moment or two and then he called Watterly in. \"It's settled, Tom. Alida will be Mrs. Holcroft as soon as we can see the justice. Do you think we could persuade him to come here?\"", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_5": "\"Tho' 'tis thy wont to hide thy love perforce, * Yet weep on day of parting and divorce! Twixt me and my dear love were plighted vows; * Pledge of reunion, fonder intercourse: With joy inspires my heart and deals it rest * Zephyr, whose coolness doth desire enforce. O Sa'ad\u00e1,[FN#77] thinks of me that anklet wearer? * Or parting broke she troth without remorse? And say! shall nights foregather us, and we * Of suffered hardships tell in soft discourse? Quoth she, 'Thou'rt daft for us and fey'; quoth I, * ' 'Sain thee! how many a friend hast turned to corse!' If taste mine eyes sweet sleep while she's away, * Allah with loss of her these eyne accurse. O wounds in vitals mine! for cure they lack * Union and dewy lips' sweet theriack.\"[FN#78]\n\nWhen Kanmakan heard this verse again spoken by the same voice yet saw no one, he knew that the speaker was a lover like unto himself, debarred from union with her who loved him; and he said to himself, <|Q|>\"'Twere fitting that this man should lay his head to my head and become my comrade in this my strangerhood.\"[FN#79<|Q|>] Then he hailed the speaker and cried out to him, saying, \"O thou who farest in sombrest night, draw near to me and tell me thy tale haply thou shalt find me one who will succour thee in thy sufferings.\" And when the owner of the voice heard these words, he cried out, \"O thou that respondest to my complaint and wouldest hear my history, who art thou amongst the knights? Art thou human or Jinni? Answer me speedily ere thy death draw near for I have wandered in this desert some twenty days and have seen no one nor heard any voice but thy voice", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_9": "\"O thou that respondest to my complaint and wouldest hear my history, who art thou amongst the knights? Art thou human or Jinni? Answer me speedily ere thy death draw near for I have wandered in this desert some twenty days and have seen no one nor heard any voice but thy voice.\" At these words Kanmakan said to himself, \"This one's case is like my case, for I, even I, have wandered twenty days, nor during my wayfare have I seen man or heard voice:\" and he added, <|Q|>\"I will make him no answer till day arise.\"<|Q|> So he was silent, and the voice again called out to him, saying, \"O thou that callest, if thou be of the Jinn fare in peace and, if thou be man, stay awhile till the day break stark and the night flee with the dark.\" The speaker abode in his place and Kanmakan did likewise and the twain in reciting verses never failed, and wept tears that railed till the light of day began loom and the night departed with its gloom. Then Kanmakan looked at the other and found him to be of the Badawi Arabs, a youth in the flower of his age; clad in worn clothes and bearing in baldrick a rusty sword which he kept sheathed, and the signs of love longing were apparent on him. He went up to him and accosted him and saluted him, and the Badawi returned the salute and greeted him with courteous wishes for his long life, but somewhat despised him, seeing his tender years and his condition, which was that of a pauper. So he said to him,", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_4": "Alida averted her face with a sort of shame which a woman feels who admits such a truth. \"I haven't anything, sir, but a hat and cloak to put on. I came away and left everything.\"\n\n\"And I'm glad of it,\" said Holcroft heartily. <|Q|>\"I wouldn't want you to bring anything which that scoundrel gave you.\"<|Q|> He paced the room thoughtfully a moment or two and then he called Watterly in. \"It's settled, Tom. Alida will be Mrs. Holcroft as soon as we can see the justice. Do you think we could persuade him to come here?\"\n\n\"One thing at a time. Mrs. Holcroft, -- I may as well call you so, for when my friend says he'll do a thing he does it, -- I congratulate you. I think you are well out of your troubles. Since you are to marry my old friend, we must be friends, too", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_5": "Alida averted her face with a sort of shame which a woman feels who admits such a truth. \"I haven't anything, sir, but a hat and cloak to put on. I came away and left everything.\"\n\n\"And I'm glad of it,\" said Holcroft heartily. \"I wouldn't want you to bring anything which that scoundrel gave you.\" He paced the room thoughtfully a moment or two and then he called Watterly in. <|Q|>\"It's settled, Tom. Alida will be Mrs. Holcroft as soon as we can see the justice. Do you think we could persuade him to come here?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"One thing at a time. Mrs. Holcroft, -- I may as well call you so, for when my friend says he'll do a thing he does it, -- I congratulate you. I think you are well out of your troubles. Since you are to marry my old friend, we must be friends, too,\" and he shook her heartily by the hand.", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_13": "\" Answered he, \"Hark ye, boy! I am Sabb\u00e1h, son of Ramm\u00e1h bin Hum\u00e1m.[FN#80] My people are of the Arabs of Syria and I have a cousin, Najmah highs, who to all that look on her brings delight. And when my father died I was brought up in the house of his brother, the father of Najmah; but as soon I grew up and my uncle's daughter became a woman, they secluded her from me and me from her, seeing that I was poor and without money in pouch. Then the Chiefs of the Arabs and the heads of the tribes rebuked her sire, and he was abashed before them and consented to give me my cousin, but upon condition that I should bring him as her dower fifty head of horses and fifty dromedaries which travel ten days[FN#81] without a halt and fifty camels laden with wheat and a like number laden with barley, together with ten black slaves and ten handmaids. Thus the weight he set upon me was beyond my power to bear; for he exacted more than the marriage settlement as by law established. So here am I, travelling from Syria to Irak, and I have passed twenty days with out seeing other than thyself; yet I mean to go to Baghdad that I may ascertain what merchant men of wealth and importance start thence. Then will I fare forth in their track and loot their goods, and I will slay their escort and drive off their camels with their loads. But what manner of man art thou?\" Replied Kanmakan, <|Q|>\"Thy case is like unto my case, save that my evil is more grievous than thine ill; for my cousin is a King's daughter and the dowry of which thou hast spoken would not content her people, nor would they be satisfied with the like of that from me.\"<|Q|> Quoth Sabbah, \"Surely thou art a fool or thy wits for excess of passion are gathering wool! How can thy cousin be a King's daughter? Thou hast no sign of royal rank on thee, for thou art but a mendicant.\" Re joined Kanmakan, \"O Chief of the Arabs, let not this my case seem strange to thee; for what happened, happened;[FN#82] and if thou desire proof of me, I am Kanmakan, son of King Zau al-Makan, son of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman Lord of Baghdad and the realm Khorasan; and Fortune banned me with her tyrant ban, for my father died and my Sultanate was taken by King Sasan. So I fled forth from Baghdad secretly, lest I be seen of any man, and have wandered twenty days without any but thyself to scan. So now I have discovered to thee my case, and my story is as thy story and my need as thy need", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_7": "His words and manner were another ray of light -- a welcome rift in the black pall that had gathered round her.\n\n<|Q|>\"You were the first friend I found, sir, after -- what happened,\"<|Q|> she said gratefully.\n\n\"Well, you've found another and a better one; and he'll always be just the same. Any woman might be glad -- \"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_8": "\"Come, Tom, no more of that. I'm a plain old farmer that does what he agrees, and that's all there is about it. I've told Alida just what I wished and could do -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"I should hope so,\"<|Q|> interrupted Watterly, laughing. \"You've taken time enough, certainly, and I guess you've talked more than you have before in a year.\"\n\n\"Yes, I know I'm almost as bad as an oyster about talking except when I'm with you. Somehow we've always had a good deal to say to each other. In this case, I felt that it was due to Alida that she should know all about me and understand fully just how I felt concerning this marriage. The very fact that she hasn't friends to advise her made it all the more needful that I should be plain and not mislead her in any respect. -- She has just as good a right to judge and act for herself as any woman in the land, and she takes me, and I take her, with no sentimental lies to start with. Now let's get back to business. I rather think, since Harkins was an old acquaintance of mine, he'll come up here and marry us, don't you? Alida, wouldn't you rather be married here quietly than face a lot of strangers? You can have your own way, I don't care now if half the town was present.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_9": "\"Come, Tom, no more of that. I'm a plain old farmer that does what he agrees, and that's all there is about it. I've told Alida just what I wished and could do -- \"\n\n\"I should hope so,\" interrupted Watterly, laughing. <|Q|>\"You've taken time enough, certainly, and I guess you've talked more than you have before in a year.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes, I know I'm almost as bad as an oyster about talking except when I'm with you. Somehow we've always had a good deal to say to each other. In this case, I felt that it was due to Alida that she should know all about me and understand fully just how I felt concerning this marriage. The very fact that she hasn't friends to advise her made it all the more needful that I should be plain and not mislead her in any respect. -- She has just as good a right to judge and act for herself as any woman in the land, and she takes me, and I take her, with no sentimental lies to start with. Now let's get back to business. I rather think, since Harkins was an old acquaintance of mine, he'll come up here and marry us, don't you? Alida, wouldn't you rather be married here quietly than face a lot of strangers? You can have your own way, I don't care now if half the town was present.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_11": "\"Yes, I know I'm almost as bad as an oyster about talking except when I'm with you. Somehow we've always had a good deal to say to each other. In this case, I felt that it was due to Alida that she should know all about me and understand fully just how I felt concerning this marriage. The very fact that she hasn't friends to advise her made it all the more needful that I should be plain and not mislead her in any respect. -- She has just as good a right to judge and act for herself as any woman in the land, and she takes me, and I take her, with no sentimental lies to start with. Now let's get back to business. I rather think, since Harkins was an old acquaintance of mine, he'll come up here and marry us, don't you? Alida, wouldn't you rather be married here quietly than face a lot of strangers? You can have your own way, I don't care now if half the town was present.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh, yes, indeed, sir! I don't want to meet strangers -- and -- and -- I'm not very strong yet. I thank you for considering my feelings so kindly.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Why, that's my duty,\" replied the farmer. \"Come, Watterly, the sun is getting low, and we've considerable to do yet before we start home.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_12": "\"Oh, yes, indeed, sir! I don't want to meet strangers -- and -- and -- I'm not very strong yet. I thank you for considering my feelings so kindly.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Why, that's my duty,\"<|Q|> replied the farmer. \"Come, Watterly, the sun is getting low, and we've considerable to do yet before we start home.\"\n\n\"I'm with you. Now, Alida, you go back quietly and act as if nothing had happened till I send for you. Of course this impatient young groom will hurry back with the justice as fast as possible. Still, we may not find him, or he may be so busy that we shall have to come back for you and take you to his office.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_41": "\"You can't want anything shorter than this?\" and he read, \"'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife and solemnly engage in the presence of these witnesses to love and honor and comfort and cherish each other as such so long as you both shall live. Therefore, in accordance with the law of the state of New York I do hereby pronounce you husband and wife.' A sailor couldn't tie a knot quicker than that.\"\n\n\"I guess you can, justice,\" said Holcroft, taking the book. <|Q|>\"Suppose you only read this much: 'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife. Therefore, in accordance with the law, etc.' Would that be a legal marriage?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Certainly. You'd have to go to a divorce court to get out of that.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_15": "\"I'm with you. Now, Alida, you go back quietly and act as if nothing had happened till I send for you. Of course this impatient young groom will hurry back with the justice as fast as possible. Still, we may not find him, or he may be so busy that we shall have to come back for you and take you to his office.\"\n\nAs she turned to leave the room, Holcroft gave her his hand and said kindly, <|Q|>\"Now don't you be nervous or worried. I see you are not strong, and you shall not be taxed any more than I can help. Goodby for a little while.\"<|Q|>\n\nMeantime Watterly stepped out a moment and gave his domestic a few orders; then he accompanied Holcroft to the barn, and the horses were soon attached to the market wagon. \"You're in for it now, Jim, sure enough,\" he said laughing. \"What will Angy say to it all?\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_43": "\"Certainly. You'd have to go to a divorce court to get out of that.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"It's my purpose to keep out of courts of all kinds. I'll thank you to read just that much and no more. I don't want to say anything that isn't exactly true.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You see how it is, Ben. Holcroft hasn't known the woman long, and she's a nice woman, too, if she is boarding at my hotel. Holcroft needs a wife -- must have one, in fact, to help run his house and dairy. It wasn't exactly a love match, you know; and he's that kind of a man that a yoke of oxen couldn't draw a word out of him that he didn't mean.\"", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_23": "\" Then he arose and threw down his weapon and, tucking up his skirt, drew near unto Kanmakan who also drew near and they gripped each other. But the Badawi found that the other had the better of him and weighed him down as the quintal downweighs the diner; and he looked at his legs firmly planted on the ground, and saw that they were as two minarets[FN#83] strongly based, or two tent-poles in earth encased, or two mountains which may not he displaced. So he acknowledged himself to be a failure and repented of having come to wrestle with him, saying in himself, <|Q|>\"Would I had slain him with my weapon!\"<|Q|> Then Kanmakan took hold of him and mastering him, shook him till the Badawi thought his bowels would burst in his belly, and he broke out, \"Hold thy hand, O boy!\" He heeded not his words, but shook him again and, lifting him from the ground, made with him towards the stream, that he might throw him therein: where upon the Badawi roared out, saying, \"O thou valiant man, what wilt thou do with me?\"[FN#", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_47": "\"Yes, yes, I see now,\" said Harkins. \"I'll read just what you say and no more.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"And I'll have a little spread that we can be longer at than the ceremony,\"<|Q|> added Watterly, who was inclined to be a little hilarious over the affair.\n\nHolcroft, however, maintained his grave manner, and when they reached the almshouse he took Watterly aside and said, \"See here, Tom, you've been a good friend today and seconded me in everything. Now let the affair pass off just as quietly and seriously as possible. She's too cast down for a gay wedding. Suppose we had a daughter who'd been through such an experience -- a nice, good, modest girl. Her heart's too sore for fun and jokes. My marrying her is much the same as pulling her out of deep water in which she was sinking.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_46": "\"You see how it is, Ben. Holcroft hasn't known the woman long, and she's a nice woman, too, if she is boarding at my hotel. Holcroft needs a wife -- must have one, in fact, to help run his house and dairy. It wasn't exactly a love match, you know; and he's that kind of a man that a yoke of oxen couldn't draw a word out of him that he didn't mean.\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, I see now,\" said Harkins. <|Q|>\"I'll read just what you say and no more.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"And I'll have a little spread that we can be longer at than the ceremony,\" added Watterly, who was inclined to be a little hilarious over the affair.", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_19": "\"Tell her that I say you've been a mighty good friend to me, yet I hope I may never return any favors of the same kind.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"By jocks! I hope not. I guess it's just as well she was away. She'll think we've acted just like two harum-scarum men, and will be awfully scandalized over your marrying this woman. Don't you feel a little nervous about it?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No! When my mind's made up, I don't worry. Nobody else need lie awake for it's my affair.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_20": "\"By jocks! I hope not. I guess it's just as well she was away. She'll think we've acted just like two harum-scarum men, and will be awfully scandalized over your marrying this woman. Don't you feel a little nervous about it?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No! When my mind's made up, I don't worry. Nobody else need lie awake for it's my affair.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Well, Jim, you know how I feel about it, but I've got to say something and I might as well say it plain.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_50": "\"You're right, Jim. I didn't think, and one doesn't have much cause to be so sparing of the feelings of such creatures as come here. But she's out of the common run, and I ought to have remembered it. By jocks! You're mighty careful about promising to love, cherish, and obey, and all that, but I guess you'll do a sight more than many who do promise.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Of course I'm going to be kind. That's my duty. Give Harkins a hint. Tell him that she's lost her mother. He needn't know when the old lady died, but it will kind of solemnize him.\"<|Q|>\n\nWatterly did as requested, and Harkins, now convinced that his political interests could be furthered by careful compliance with all requirements, put on a grave, official air and was ready for business.", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_51": "Alida was sent for. She was too agitated to say farewell to any of the poor creatures with whom she had been compelled to associate -- even to the few who, though scarcely sane, had manifested tenderness and affection. She had felt that she must reserve all her strength for the coming ordeal, which she both welcomed and feared inexpressibly. She knew how critical was the step she was taking and how much depended on it, yet the more she thought, the more it seemed to her as if Providence had, as by a miracle, given her a refuge. Holcroft's businesslike view of the marriage comforted her greatly, and she asked God to give her health and strength to work faithfully for him many years.\n\nBut she had sad misgivings as she followed the messenger, for she felt so weak that she could scarcely walk. It was indeed a pallid, sorrowful, trembling bride that entered Mr. Watterly's parlor. Holcroft met her and taking her hand, said kindly, <|Q|>\"Courage! It will be over in a minute.\"<|Q|>\n\nShe was so pale and agitated that the justice asked, \"do you enter into this marriage freely and without compulsion of any kind?\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_49": "Holcroft, however, maintained his grave manner, and when they reached the almshouse he took Watterly aside and said, \"See here, Tom, you've been a good friend today and seconded me in everything. Now let the affair pass off just as quietly and seriously as possible. She's too cast down for a gay wedding. Suppose we had a daughter who'd been through such an experience -- a nice, good, modest girl. Her heart's too sore for fun and jokes. My marrying her is much the same as pulling her out of deep water in which she was sinking.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You're right, Jim. I didn't think, and one doesn't have much cause to be so sparing of the feelings of such creatures as come here. But she's out of the common run, and I ought to have remembered it. By jocks! You're mighty careful about promising to love, cherish, and obey, and all that, but I guess you'll do a sight more than many who do promise.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Of course I'm going to be kind. That's my duty. Give Harkins a hint. Tell him that she's lost her mother. He needn't know when the old lady died, but it will kind of solemnize him.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_54": "\"Please let me sit down a moment,\" she faltered, and Watterly hastened to give her a chair. She fixed her eyes on Holcroft, and said anxiously, \"You see, sir, how weak I am. I have been sick and -- and I fear I am far from being well now. I fear you will be disappointed -- that it is not right to you, and that I may not be able -- \"\n\n\"Alida,\" interrupted Holcroft gravely, <|Q|>\"I'm not one to break my word. Home and quiet will soon restore you. Answer the justice and tell him the exact truth.\"<|Q|>\n\nNo elixir could have brought hope and courage like that word \"home.\" She rose at once and said to Harkins, \"I have consented to Mr. Holcroft's wishes with feelings of the deepest gratitude.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_26": "\"No, indeed. Aint you doing your level best as a friend?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Well, you know women are so set about these things, and Angy is rather hard on people who don't come up to her mark of respectability. What's more, I suppose you'll find that others will think and act as she does. If you cared about people's opinions I should have been dead against it, but as you feel and are situated, I'm hanged if I don't think she's just the one.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"If it hadn't been this one, I don't believe it would have been anyone. Here we are,\" and he tied his horses before the office of the justice.", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_53": "She was so pale and agitated that the justice asked, \"do you enter into this marriage freely and without compulsion of any kind?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Please let me sit down a moment,\"<|Q|> she faltered, and Watterly hastened to give her a chair. She fixed her eyes on Holcroft, and said anxiously, \"You see, sir, how weak I am. I have been sick and -- and I fear I am far from being well now. I fear you will be disappointed -- that it is not right to you, and that I may not be able -- \"\n\n\"Alida,\" interrupted Holcroft gravely, \"I'm not one to break my word. Home and quiet will soon restore you. Answer the justice and tell him the exact truth.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_57": "She hesitated and looked for a moment at Holcroft with strange intensity.\n\n<|Q|>\"It's all right, Alida,\"<|Q|> he said with a smile. \"Come!\"\n\nHis perfect honesty and steadfastness of purpose stood him in good stead then, for she came at once to his side and took his hand.", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_56": "No elixir could have brought hope and courage like that word \"home.\" She rose at once and said to Harkins, \"I have consented to Mr. Holcroft's wishes with feelings of the deepest gratitude.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Very well. Join hands.\"<|Q|>\n\nShe hesitated and looked for a moment at Holcroft with strange intensity.", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_28": "Mr. Harkins greeted Holcroft with a sort of patronizing cordiality, and was good enough to remember that they had been at the little country schoolhouse together. In Watterly he heartily recognized a brother politician who controlled a goodly number of votes.\n\nWhen Holcroft briefly made known his errand, the justice gave a great guffaw of laughter and said, <|Q|>\"Oh, bring her here! And I'll invite in some of the boys as witnesses.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I'm not afraid of all the witnesses that you could crowd into a ten-acre lot,\" said Holcroft somewhat sternly, \"but there is no occasion to invite the boys, whoever they are, or anyone else. She doesn't want to be stared at. I was in hopes, Mr. Harkins, that you'd ride up to the almshouse with us and quietly marry us there.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_30": "When Holcroft briefly made known his errand, the justice gave a great guffaw of laughter and said, \"Oh, bring her here! And I'll invite in some of the boys as witnesses.\"\n\n\"I'm not afraid of all the witnesses that you could crowd into a ten-acre lot,\" said Holcroft somewhat sternly, <|Q|>\"but there is no occasion to invite the boys, whoever they are, or anyone else. She doesn't want to be stared at. I was in hopes, Mr. Harkins, that you'd ride up to the almshouse with us and quietly marry us there.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Well, I guess you'd better bring her here. I'm pretty busy this afternoon, and -- \"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_31": "\"Well, I guess you'd better bring her here. I'm pretty busy this afternoon, and -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"See here, Ben,\"<|Q|> said Watterly, taking the justice aside, \"Holcroft is my friend, and you know I'm mighty thick with my friends. They count more with me than my wife's relations. Now I want you to do what Holcroft wishes, as a personal favor to me, and the time will come when I can make it up to you.\"\n\n\"Oh, certainly, Watterly! I didn't understand,\" replied Harkins, who looked upon Holcroft as a close and, as he would phrase it, no-account farmer, from whom he could never expect even a vote.", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_61": "The quiet meal was soon over. Holcroft put a five-dollar bill in the hands of the justice, who filled in a certificate and departed, feeling that the afternoon had not been spent in vain.\n\n\"Jim,\" said Watterly, drawing his friend aside, <|Q|>\"you'll want to make some purchases. You know she's only what she wears. How are you off for money?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Well, Tom, you know I didn't expect anything of this kind when -- \"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_33": "\"See here, Ben,\" said Watterly, taking the justice aside, \"Holcroft is my friend, and you know I'm mighty thick with my friends. They count more with me than my wife's relations. Now I want you to do what Holcroft wishes, as a personal favor to me, and the time will come when I can make it up to you.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh, certainly, Watterly! I didn't understand,\"<|Q|> replied Harkins, who looked upon Holcroft as a close and, as he would phrase it, no-account farmer, from whom he could never expect even a vote. \"I'll go with you at once. It's but a short job.\"\n\n\"Well,\" said Holcroft, \"how short can you make it?\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_63": "\"Of course I know it. Will fifty answer?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes. You're a good friend. I'll return it in a day or two.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Return it when you're a mind to. I say, Alida, I want you to take this. Jim Holcroft can't get married and his bride not receive a present from me,\" and he put ten dollars in her hand.", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_65": "Tears rushed to her eyes as she turned them inquiringly to Holcroft to know what she should do.\n\n<|Q|>\"Now see here, Tom, you've done too much for us already.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Shut up, Jim Holcroft! Don't you end the day by hurting my feelings! It's perfectly right and proper for me to do this. Goodby, Alida. I don't believe you'll ever be sorry you found your way to my hotel.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_64": "\"Yes. You're a good friend. I'll return it in a day or two.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Return it when you're a mind to. I say, Alida, I want you to take this. Jim Holcroft can't get married and his bride not receive a present from me,\"<|Q|> and he put ten dollars in her hand.\n\nTears rushed to her eyes as she turned them inquiringly to Holcroft to know what she should do.", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_36": "\"Well,\" said Holcroft, \"how short can you make it?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Let me get my book,\"<|Q|> and he took from a shelf the \"Justice's Assistant.\" \"You can't want anything shorter than this?\" and he read, \"'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife and solemnly engage in the presence of these witnesses to love and honor and comfort and cherish each other as such so long as you both shall live. Therefore, in accordance with the law of the state of New York I do hereby pronounce you husband and wife.' A sailor couldn't tie a knot quicker than that.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_66": "\"Now see here, Tom, you've done too much for us already.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Shut up, Jim Holcroft! Don't you end the day by hurting my feelings! It's perfectly right and proper for me to do this. Goodby, Alida. I don't believe you'll ever be sorry you found your way to my hotel.\"<|Q|>\n\nAlida took his proffered hand, but could only falter, \"I -- I can never forget.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_39": "\"Well,\" said Holcroft, \"how short can you make it?\"\n\n\"Let me get my book,\" and he took from a shelf the \"Justice's Assistant.\" \"You can't want anything shorter than this?\" and he read, <|Q|>\"'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife and solemnly engage in the presence of these witnesses to love and honor and comfort and cherish each other as such so long as you both shall live. Therefore, in accordance with the law of the state of New York I do hereby pronounce you husband and wife.' A sailor couldn't tie a knot quicker than that.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I guess you can, justice,\" said Holcroft, taking the book. \"Suppose you only read this much: 'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife. Therefore, in accordance with the law, etc.' Would that be a legal marriage?\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_40": "\" and he took from a shelf the \"Justice's Assistant.\" \"You can't want anything shorter than this?\" and he read, \"'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife and solemnly engage in the presence of these witnesses to love and honor and comfort and cherish each other as such so long as you both shall live. Therefore, in accordance with the law of the state of New York I do hereby pronounce you husband and wife.' A sailor couldn't tie a knot quicker than that.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I guess you can, justice,\"<|Q|> said Holcroft, taking the book. \"Suppose you only read this much: 'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife. Therefore, in accordance with the law, etc.' Would that be a legal marriage?\"\n\n\"Certainly. You'd have to go to a divorce court to get out of that.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_13": "\"Oh, yes, indeed, sir! I don't want to meet strangers -- and -- and -- I'm not very strong yet. I thank you for considering my feelings so kindly.\"\n\n\"Why, that's my duty,\" replied the farmer. <|Q|>\"Come, Watterly, the sun is getting low, and we've considerable to do yet before we start home.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I'm with you. Now, Alida, you go back quietly and act as if nothing had happened till I send for you. Of course this impatient young groom will hurry back with the justice as fast as possible. Still, we may not find him, or he may be so busy that we shall have to come back for you and take you to his office.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_42": "\"I guess you can, justice,\" said Holcroft, taking the book. \"Suppose you only read this much: 'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife. Therefore, in accordance with the law, etc.' Would that be a legal marriage?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Certainly. You'd have to go to a divorce court to get out of that.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"It's my purpose to keep out of courts of all kinds. I'll thank you to read just that much and no more. I don't want to say anything that isn't exactly true.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_10": "\" answered the Badawi. So they returned together to the place where Nuzhat al-Zaman was and the wild Arab stood at the chamber door and called out, saying, \"O N\u00e1jiyah[FN#247]!\" which was the name wherewith he had named her. When she heard him, she wept and made no answer. Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, \"There she sitteth; go to her and look at her and speak to her kindly as I enjoined thee.\" So the trader went up to her in courteous wise and saw that she was wondrous beautiful and loveable, especially as she knew the Arabic tongue; and he said to the Badawi, <|Q|>\"If she be even as thou saddest, I shall get of the Sultan what I will for her.\"<|Q|> Then he bespake her, \"Peace be on thee, my little maid! How art thou?\" She turned to him and replied, \"This also was registered in the Book of Destiny.\" Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself, \"I believe this one cometh to buy me;\" and she continued, \"If I hold aloof from him, I shall abide with my tyrant and he will do me to death with beating. In any case, this person is handsome of face and maketh me hope for better treatment from him than from my brute of a Badawi. May be he cometh only to hear me talk; so I will give him a fair answer", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_11": "\" answered the Badawi. So they returned together to the place where Nuzhat al-Zaman was and the wild Arab stood at the chamber door and called out, saying, \"O N\u00e1jiyah[FN#247]!\" which was the name wherewith he had named her. When she heard him, she wept and made no answer. Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, \"There she sitteth; go to her and look at her and speak to her kindly as I enjoined thee.\" So the trader went up to her in courteous wise and saw that she was wondrous beautiful and loveable, especially as she knew the Arabic tongue; and he said to the Badawi, \"If she be even as thou saddest, I shall get of the Sultan what I will for her.\" Then he bespake her, <|Q|>\"Peace be on thee, my little maid! How art thou?\"<|Q|> She turned to him and replied, \"This also was registered in the Book of Destiny.\" Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself, \"I believe this one cometh to buy me;\" and she continued, \"If I hold aloof from him, I shall abide with my tyrant and he will do me to death with beating. In any case, this person is handsome of face and maketh me hope for better treatment from him than from my brute of a Badawi. May be he cometh only to hear me talk; so I will give him a fair answer", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_45": "\"You see how it is, Ben. Holcroft hasn't known the woman long, and she's a nice woman, too, if she is boarding at my hotel. Holcroft needs a wife -- must have one, in fact, to help run his house and dairy. It wasn't exactly a love match, you know; and he's that kind of a man that a yoke of oxen couldn't draw a word out of him that he didn't mean.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, yes, I see now,\"<|Q|> said Harkins. \"I'll read just what you say and no more.\"\n\n\"And I'll have a little spread that we can be longer at than the ceremony,\" added Watterly, who was inclined to be a little hilarious over the affair.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_12": "\"There she sitteth; go to her and look at her and speak to her kindly as I enjoined thee.\" So the trader went up to her in courteous wise and saw that she was wondrous beautiful and loveable, especially as she knew the Arabic tongue; and he said to the Badawi, \"If she be even as thou saddest, I shall get of the Sultan what I will for her.\" Then he bespake her, \"Peace be on thee, my little maid! How art thou?\" She turned to him and replied, <|Q|>\"This also was registered in the Book of Destiny.\"<|Q|> Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself, \"I believe this one cometh to buy me;\" and she continued, \"If I hold aloof from him, I shall abide with my tyrant and he will do me to death with beating. In any case, this person is handsome of face and maketh me hope for better treatment from him than from my brute of a Badawi. May be he cometh only to hear me talk; so I will give him a fair answer", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_17": "\"And upon thee be peace, O my lord, and Allah's mercy and His benediction![FN#248] This is what is commanded of the Prophet, whom Allah bless and preserve! As for thine enquiry how I am, if thou wouldst know my case, it is such as thou wouldst not wish but to thy foe.\" And she held her peace. When the merchant heard what she said, his fancy took wings for delight in her and, turning to the Badawi, he asked him, \"What is her price, for indeed she is noble?\" Thereupon the Badawi waxed angry and answered, <|Q|>\"Thou wilt turn me the girl's head with this talk! Why dost thou say that she is noble,[FN#249] while she is of the scum of slave-girls and of the refuse of folk? I will not sell her to thee!\"<|Q|> When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him, \"Calm thyself, for I will buy her of thee with these blemishes thou mentionest.\" \"And how much wilt thou give me for her?\" enquired the Badawi. Replied the merchant, \"Name thy price for her: none should name the son save his sire.\" Rejoined the Badawi, \"None shall name it but thou thyself.\" Quoth the merchant to himself,", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_18": "Meantime Watterly stepped out a moment and gave his domestic a few orders; then he accompanied Holcroft to the barn, and the horses were soon attached to the market wagon. \"You're in for it now, Jim, sure enough,\" he said laughing. \"What will Angy say to it all?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Tell her that I say you've been a mighty good friend to me, yet I hope I may never return any favors of the same kind.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"By jocks! I hope not. I guess it's just as well she was away. She'll think we've acted just like two harum-scarum men, and will be awfully scandalized over your marrying this woman. Don't you feel a little nervous about it?\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_22": "\"Well, Jim, you know how I feel about it, but I've got to say something and I might as well say it plain.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"That's the only way you ought to say it.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Well, you talked long enough to give me plenty of time to think. One thing is clear, Angy won't take to this marriage. You know I'd like to have you both come in and take a meal as you always have done, but then a man must keep peace with his wife, and -- \"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_24": "\"I understand, Tom. We won't come till Mrs. Watterly asks us.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"But you won't have hard feelings?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No, indeed. Aint you doing your level best as a friend?\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_21": "\"Thou wilt turn me the girl's head with this talk! Why dost thou say that she is noble,[FN#249] while she is of the scum of slave-girls and of the refuse of folk? I will not sell her to thee!\" When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him, \"Calm thyself, for I will buy her of thee with these blemishes thou mentionest.\" \"And how much wilt thou give me for her?\" enquired the Badawi. Replied the merchant, \"Name thy price for her: none should name the son save his sire.\" Rejoined the Badawi, <|Q|>\"None shall name it but thou thyself.\"<|Q|> Quoth the merchant to himself, \"This wildling is a rudesby and a maggotty head. By Allah, I cannot tell her price, for she hath won my heart with her fair speech and good looks; and, if she can read and write, it will be complete fair luck to her and to her purchaser. But this Badawi does not know her worth.\" Then he turned and said to him, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, I will give thee in ready money, clear of the tax and the Sultan's dues, two hundred gold pieces", "Solo.3585.2033.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_36": "\" \"'Tis well,\" replied Sabbah and swore accordingly. Then Kanmakan loosed him and he rose and would have kissed the Prince's hand; but he forbade him that. Then the Badawi opened his scrip and, taking out three barley scones, laid them before Kanmakan and they both sat down on the bank of the stream to eat.[FN#86] When they had done eating together, they made the lesser ablution and prayed; after which they sat talking of what had befallen each of them from his people and from the shifts of Time. Presently said Kanmakan, \"Whither dost thou now intend?\" Replied Sabbah, <|Q|>\"I purpose to repair to Baghdad, thy native town, and abide there, until Allah vouchsafe me the marriage portion.\"<|Q|> Rejoined the other, \"Up then and to the road! I tarry here.\" So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself, \"O my soul, with what face shall I return pauper- poor? Now by Allah, I will not go back empty handed and, if the Almighty please, I will assuredly work my deliverance.\" Then he went to the stream and made the Wuzu-washing and when prostrating he laid his brow in the dust and prayed to the Lord, saying,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_23": "\" Rejoined the Badawi, \"None shall name it but thou thyself.\" Quoth the merchant to himself, \"This wildling is a rudesby and a maggotty head. By Allah, I cannot tell her price, for she hath won my heart with her fair speech and good looks; and, if she can read and write, it will be complete fair luck to her and to her purchaser. But this Badawi does not know her worth.\" Then he turned and said to him, <|Q|>\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, I will give thee in ready money, clear of the tax and the Sultan's dues, two hundred gold pieces.\"<|Q|> Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying, \"Get up and go thy ways! By Allah, wert thou to offer me two hundred dinars for the bit of camlet she weareth, I would not sell it to thee. And now I will not sell her, but will keep her by me, to pasture the camels and grind my grist.\" And he cried out to her, saying, \"Come here, thou stinkard! I will not sell thee", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_25": "\"But you won't have hard feelings?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No, indeed. Aint you doing your level best as a friend?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Well, you know women are so set about these things, and Angy is rather hard on people who don't come up to her mark of respectability. What's more, I suppose you'll find that others will think and act as she does. If you cared about people's opinions I should have been dead against it, but as you feel and are situated, I'm hanged if I don't think she's just the one.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_27": "\"Well, you know women are so set about these things, and Angy is rather hard on people who don't come up to her mark of respectability. What's more, I suppose you'll find that others will think and act as she does. If you cared about people's opinions I should have been dead against it, but as you feel and are situated, I'm hanged if I don't think she's just the one.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"If it hadn't been this one, I don't believe it would have been anyone. Here we are,\"<|Q|> and he tied his horses before the office of the justice.\n\nMr. Harkins greeted Holcroft with a sort of patronizing cordiality, and was good enough to remember that they had been at the little country schoolhouse together. In Watterly he heartily recognized a brother politician who controlled a goodly number of votes.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_28": "\"Of a truth this Badawi is mad and knoweth not her value, and I will say no more to him about her price at the present time; for by Allah, were he a man of sense, he would not say, 'By the rights of my bonnet!' By the Almighty, she is worth the kingdom of the Chosro\u00ebs and I have not her price by me, but if he ask even more, I will give him what he will, though it be all my goods.\" Then he turned and said to him, <|Q|>\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, take patience and calm thyself and tell me what clothes she hath with thee?\"<|Q|> Cried the Badawi, \"And what hath the baggage to do with clothes? By Allah, this camlet in which she is wrapped is ample for her.\" \"With thy leave,\" said the merchant, \"I will unveil her face and examine her even as folk examine slave-girls whom they think of buying.\"[FN#250] Replied the other, \"Up and do what thou wilt and Allah keep thy youth! Examine her outside and inside and, if thou wilt, strip off her clothes and look at her when she is naked", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_25": "\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, I will give thee in ready money, clear of the tax and the Sultan's dues, two hundred gold pieces.\" Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying, \"Get up and go thy ways! By Allah, wert thou to offer me two hundred dinars for the bit of camlet she weareth, I would not sell it to thee. And now I will not sell her, but will keep her by me, to pasture the camels and grind my grist.\" And he cried out to her, saying, <|Q|>\"Come here, thou stinkard! I will not sell thee.\"<|Q|> Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, \"I used to think thee a man of judgment; but, by the right of my bonnet, if thou begone not from me, I will let thee hear what shall not please thee!\" Quoth the merchant to himself, \"Of a truth this Badawi is mad and knoweth not her value, and I will say no more to him about her price at the present time; for by Allah, were he a man of sense, he would not say, 'By the rights of my bonnet!' By the Almighty, she is worth the kingdom of the Chosro\u00ebs and I have not her price by me, but if he ask even more, I will give him what he will, though it be all my goods", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_58": "His perfect honesty and steadfastness of purpose stood him in good stead then, for she came at once to his side and took his hand.\n\nJustice Harkins solemnly opened his big book and read, <|Q|>\"'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife. Therefore, in accordance with the law of the State of New York, I do hereby pronounce you husband and wife.' That's all.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I don't think you'll ever be sorry, Alida,\" said Holcroft, pressing her hand as he led her to a chair. Watterly again bustled up with congratulations, and then said, \"you must all come out now to a little supper, and also remember that it was gotten up in a hurry.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_60": "Justice Harkins solemnly opened his big book and read, \"'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife. Therefore, in accordance with the law of the State of New York, I do hereby pronounce you husband and wife.' That's all.\"\n\n\"I don't think you'll ever be sorry, Alida,\" said Holcroft, pressing her hand as he led her to a chair. Watterly again bustled up with congratulations, and then said, <|Q|>\"you must all come out now to a little supper, and also remember that it was gotten up in a hurry.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe domestic stared at Alida and Holcroft, and then surmising what had taken place, was so excited that she could scarcely wait on the guests.", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_32": "\"Well, I guess you'd better bring her here. I'm pretty busy this afternoon, and -- \"\n\n\"See here, Ben,\" said Watterly, taking the justice aside, <|Q|>\"Holcroft is my friend, and you know I'm mighty thick with my friends. They count more with me than my wife's relations. Now I want you to do what Holcroft wishes, as a personal favor to me, and the time will come when I can make it up to you.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Oh, certainly, Watterly! I didn't understand,\" replied Harkins, who looked upon Holcroft as a close and, as he would phrase it, no-account farmer, from whom he could never expect even a vote. \"I'll go with you at once. It's but a short job.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_34": "\"Holcroft is my friend, and you know I'm mighty thick with my friends. They count more with me than my wife's relations. Now I want you to do what Holcroft wishes, as a personal favor to me, and the time will come when I can make it up to you.\"\n\n\"Oh, certainly, Watterly! I didn't understand,\" replied Harkins, who looked upon Holcroft as a close and, as he would phrase it, no-account farmer, from whom he could never expect even a vote. <|Q|>\"I'll go with you at once. It's but a short job.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Well,\" said Holcroft, \"how short can you make it?\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_35": "\"Oh, certainly, Watterly! I didn't understand,\" replied Harkins, who looked upon Holcroft as a close and, as he would phrase it, no-account farmer, from whom he could never expect even a vote. \"I'll go with you at once. It's but a short job.\"\n\n\"Well,\" said Holcroft, <|Q|>\"how short can you make it?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Let me get my book,\" and he took from a shelf the \"Justice's Assistant.\" \"You can't want anything shorter than this?\" and he read, \"'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife and solemnly engage in the presence of these witnesses to love and honor and comfort and cherish each other as such so long as you both shall live. Therefore, in accordance with the law of the state of New York I do hereby pronounce you husband and wife.' A sailor couldn't tie a knot quicker than that.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_36": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the merchant went up to Nuzhat al-Zaman and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, so he sat by her side and asked her, \"O my mistress, what is thy name?\" She answered, \"Doss thou ask what is my name this day or what it was before this day?\" Thereupon the merchant enquired, \"Hast thou then two names: to-day's and yesterday's?\" \"Yes,\" replied she, <|Q|>\"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\"<|Q|> When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her, \"Hast thou not a sick brother?\" \"Ay by Allah, O my lord, I have,\" quoth she, \"but fortune hath parted me and him and he lieth sick in Jerusalem.\" The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself, \"Verily, the Badawi spake the truth of her.\" Then she called to mind her brother and his sickness and his strangerhood and her separation from him in his hour of weakness and her not knowing what had befallen him; and she thought of all that had happened to her with the Badawi and of her severance from her mother and father and native land; and the tears coursed down her cheeks and fast as they started they dropped; and she began reciting,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_34": "When it was the Fifty-seventh Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the merchant went up to Nuzhat al-Zaman and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, so he sat by her side and asked her, \"O my mistress, what is thy name?\" She answered, <|Q|>\"Doss thou ask what is my name this day or what it was before this day?\"<|Q|> Thereupon the merchant enquired, \"Hast thou then two names: to-day's and yesterday's?\" \"Yes,\" replied she, \"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\" When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her, \"Hast thou not a sick brother", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_0": "When it was the Fifty-sixth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when the Badawi gave the barley scone to Nuzhat al-Zaman and promised he would sell her to a good man like himself, she replied, <|Q|>\"Whatso thou doest is right!\"<|Q|> and, about midnight when hunger burned her,[FN#244] she ate a very little of that barley bread and the Badawi ordered his party to set out; so they loaded their loads and he mounted a camel setting Nuzhat al-Zaman behind him. Then they journeyed and ceased not journeying for three days, till they entered the city of Damascus and alighted at the Sultan's Khan, hard by the Viceroy's Gate. Now she had lost her colour by grief and the fatigue of such travelling, and she ceased not to weep over her misfortunes. So the Badawi came up to her and said,", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_38": "\"Well,\" said Holcroft, \"how short can you make it?\"\n\n\"Let me get my book,\" and he took from a shelf the \"Justice's Assistant.\" <|Q|>\"You can't want anything shorter than this?\"<|Q|> and he read, \"'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife and solemnly engage in the presence of these witnesses to love and honor and comfort and cherish each other as such so long as you both shall live. Therefore, in accordance with the law of the state of New York I do hereby pronounce you husband and wife.' A sailor couldn't tie a knot quicker than that.\"\n\n\"I guess you can, justice,\" said Holcroft, taking the book. \"Suppose you only read this much: 'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife. Therefore, in accordance with the law, etc.' Would that be a legal marriage?\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_1": "\" and, about midnight when hunger burned her,[FN#244] she ate a very little of that barley bread and the Badawi ordered his party to set out; so they loaded their loads and he mounted a camel setting Nuzhat al-Zaman behind him. Then they journeyed and ceased not journeying for three days, till they entered the city of Damascus and alighted at the Sultan's Khan, hard by the Viceroy's Gate. Now she had lost her colour by grief and the fatigue of such travelling, and she ceased not to weep over her misfortunes. So the Badawi came up to her and said, <|Q|>\"O thou city filth, by the right of my bonnet, if thou leave not this weeping, I will sell thee to none but a Jew!\"<|Q|> Then he arose and took her by the hand and carried her to a chamber, and walked off to the bazar, and he went round to, the merchants who dealt in slave-girls, and began to parley with them, saying, \"I have brought a slave girl whose brother fell ill, and I sent him to my people about Jerusalem, that they might tend him till he is cured. As for her I want to sell her, but after the dog her brother fell sick, the separation from him was grievous to her, and since then she doth nothing but weep, and now I wish that whoso is minded to buy her of me speak softly to her and say, 'Thy brother is with me in Jerusalem ill'; and I will be easy with him about her price", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_39": "\" \"Yes,\" replied she, \"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\" When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her, \"Hast thou not a sick brother?\" \"Ay by Allah, O my lord, I have,\" quoth she, <|Q|>\"but fortune hath parted me and him and he lieth sick in Jerusalem.\"<|Q|> The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself, \"Verily, the Badawi spake the truth of her.\" Then she called to mind her brother and his sickness and his strangerhood and her separation from him in his hour of weakness and her not knowing what had befallen him; and she thought of all that had happened to her with the Badawi and of her severance from her mother and father and native land; and the tears coursed down her cheeks and fast as they started they dropped; and she began reciting,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_9": "\"It happens that I have just now something to ask from him, and it is this that he write me an order upon the office, exempting me from custom dues and also that he write me a letter of recommendation to his father, King Omar bin al-Nu'uman. So if he take the girl, I will weigh[FN#246] thee out her price at once.\" \"I agree with thee to this condition,\" answered the Badawi. So they returned together to the place where Nuzhat al-Zaman was and the wild Arab stood at the chamber door and called out, saying, \"O N\u00e1jiyah[FN#247]!\" which was the name wherewith he had named her. When she heard him, she wept and made no answer. Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, <|Q|>\"There she sitteth; go to her and look at her and speak to her kindly as I enjoined thee.\"<|Q|> So the trader went up to her in courteous wise and saw that she was wondrous beautiful and loveable, especially as she knew the Arabic tongue; and he said to the Badawi, \"If she be even as thou saddest, I shall get of the Sultan what I will for her.\" Then he bespake her, \"Peace be on thee, my little maid! How art thou?\" She turned to him and replied, \"This also was registered in the Book of Destiny.\" Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_8": "\"An thou wilt, take her up to the Sultan Sharrkan, son of Omar bin al-Nu'uman lord of Baghdad and of the land of Khorasan, and condition me any conditions thou likest, for when thou hast brought her before King Sharrkan, haply she will please him, and he will pay thee her price and a good profit for thyself to boot.\" Rejoined the merchant, \"It happens that I have just now something to ask from him, and it is this that he write me an order upon the office, exempting me from custom dues and also that he write me a letter of recommendation to his father, King Omar bin al-Nu'uman. So if he take the girl, I will weigh[FN#246] thee out her price at once.\" <|Q|>\"I agree with thee to this condition,\"<|Q|> answered the Badawi. So they returned together to the place where Nuzhat al-Zaman was and the wild Arab stood at the chamber door and called out, saying, \"O N\u00e1jiyah[FN#247]!\" which was the name wherewith he had named her. When she heard him, she wept and made no answer. Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, \"There she sitteth; go to her and look at her and speak to her kindly as I enjoined thee", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_16": "As she turned to leave the room, Holcroft gave her his hand and said kindly, \"Now don't you be nervous or worried. I see you are not strong, and you shall not be taxed any more than I can help. Goodby for a little while.\"\n\nMeantime Watterly stepped out a moment and gave his domestic a few orders; then he accompanied Holcroft to the barn, and the horses were soon attached to the market wagon. <|Q|>\"You're in for it now, Jim, sure enough,\"<|Q|> he said laughing. \"What will Angy say to it all?\"\n\n\"Tell her that I say you've been a mighty good friend to me, yet I hope I may never return any favors of the same kind.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_44": "\"It's my purpose to keep out of courts of all kinds. I'll thank you to read just that much and no more. I don't want to say anything that isn't exactly true.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You see how it is, Ben. Holcroft hasn't known the woman long, and she's a nice woman, too, if she is boarding at my hotel. Holcroft needs a wife -- must have one, in fact, to help run his house and dairy. It wasn't exactly a love match, you know; and he's that kind of a man that a yoke of oxen couldn't draw a word out of him that he didn't mean.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes, yes, I see now,\" said Harkins. \"I'll read just what you say and no more.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_17": "As she turned to leave the room, Holcroft gave her his hand and said kindly, \"Now don't you be nervous or worried. I see you are not strong, and you shall not be taxed any more than I can help. Goodby for a little while.\"\n\nMeantime Watterly stepped out a moment and gave his domestic a few orders; then he accompanied Holcroft to the barn, and the horses were soon attached to the market wagon. \"You're in for it now, Jim, sure enough,\" he said laughing. <|Q|>\"What will Angy say to it all?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Tell her that I say you've been a mighty good friend to me, yet I hope I may never return any favors of the same kind.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_46": "\" Then quoth the merchant to the Badawi, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.\" \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, \"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254] Said the merchant, \"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.\" <|Q|>\"Allah will open!\"[FN#255<|Q|>] replied the Badawi. \"Seventy thousand,\" said the merchant. \"Allah will open!\" repeated the Badawi: \"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_16": "\"And upon thee be peace, O my lord, and Allah's mercy and His benediction![FN#248] This is what is commanded of the Prophet, whom Allah bless and preserve! As for thine enquiry how I am, if thou wouldst know my case, it is such as thou wouldst not wish but to thy foe.\" And she held her peace. When the merchant heard what she said, his fancy took wings for delight in her and, turning to the Badawi, he asked him, <|Q|>\"What is her price, for indeed she is noble?\"<|Q|> Thereupon the Badawi waxed angry and answered, \"Thou wilt turn me the girl's head with this talk! Why dost thou say that she is noble,[FN#249] while she is of the scum of slave-girls and of the refuse of folk? I will not sell her to thee!\" When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him, \"Calm thyself, for I will buy her of thee with these blemishes thou mentionest", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_21": "\"No! When my mind's made up, I don't worry. Nobody else need lie awake for it's my affair.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Well, Jim, you know how I feel about it, but I've got to say something and I might as well say it plain.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"That's the only way you ought to say it.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_19": "\" Thereupon the Badawi waxed angry and answered, \"Thou wilt turn me the girl's head with this talk! Why dost thou say that she is noble,[FN#249] while she is of the scum of slave-girls and of the refuse of folk? I will not sell her to thee!\" When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him, \"Calm thyself, for I will buy her of thee with these blemishes thou mentionest.\" <|Q|>\"And how much wilt thou give me for her?\"<|Q|> enquired the Badawi. Replied the merchant, \"Name thy price for her: none should name the son save his sire.\" Rejoined the Badawi, \"None shall name it but thou thyself.\" Quoth the merchant to himself, \"This wildling is a rudesby and a maggotty head. By Allah, I cannot tell her price, for she hath won my heart with her fair speech and good looks; and, if she can read and write, it will be complete fair luck to her and to her purchaser. But this Badawi does not know her worth", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_20": "\"Thou wilt turn me the girl's head with this talk! Why dost thou say that she is noble,[FN#249] while she is of the scum of slave-girls and of the refuse of folk? I will not sell her to thee!\" When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him, \"Calm thyself, for I will buy her of thee with these blemishes thou mentionest.\" \"And how much wilt thou give me for her?\" enquired the Badawi. Replied the merchant, <|Q|>\"Name thy price for her: none should name the son save his sire.\"<|Q|> Rejoined the Badawi, \"None shall name it but thou thyself.\" Quoth the merchant to himself, \"This wildling is a rudesby and a maggotty head. By Allah, I cannot tell her price, for she hath won my heart with her fair speech and good looks; and, if she can read and write, it will be complete fair luck to her and to her purchaser. But this Badawi does not know her worth.\" Then he turned and said to him,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_18": "\" And she held her peace. When the merchant heard what she said, his fancy took wings for delight in her and, turning to the Badawi, he asked him, \"What is her price, for indeed she is noble?\" Thereupon the Badawi waxed angry and answered, \"Thou wilt turn me the girl's head with this talk! Why dost thou say that she is noble,[FN#249] while she is of the scum of slave-girls and of the refuse of folk? I will not sell her to thee!\" When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him, <|Q|>\"Calm thyself, for I will buy her of thee with these blemishes thou mentionest.\"<|Q|> \"And how much wilt thou give me for her?\" enquired the Badawi. Replied the merchant, \"Name thy price for her: none should name the son save his sire.\" Rejoined the Badawi, \"None shall name it but thou thyself.\" Quoth the merchant to himself, \"This wildling is a rudesby and a maggotty head. By Allah, I cannot tell her price, for she hath won my heart with her fair speech and good looks; and, if she can read and write, it will be complete fair luck to her and to her purchaser. But this Badawi does not know her worth", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_52": "But she had sad misgivings as she followed the messenger, for she felt so weak that she could scarcely walk. It was indeed a pallid, sorrowful, trembling bride that entered Mr. Watterly's parlor. Holcroft met her and taking her hand, said kindly, \"Courage! It will be over in a minute.\"\n\nShe was so pale and agitated that the justice asked, <|Q|>\"do you enter into this marriage freely and without compulsion of any kind?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Please let me sit down a moment,\" she faltered, and Watterly hastened to give her a chair. She fixed her eyes on Holcroft, and said anxiously, \"You see, sir, how weak I am. I have been sick and -- and I fear I am far from being well now. I fear you will be disappointed -- that it is not right to you, and that I may not be able -- \"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_53": "\"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force.\" The Badawi continued, \"Say on!\" \"An hundred thousand,\" quoth the merchant. <|Q|>\"I have sold her to thee at that price,\"<|Q|> answered the Badawi; \"I shall be able to buy salt with her.\" The merchant laughed and, going to his lodgings, brought the money and put it into the hand of the Badawi, who took it and made off, saying to himself, \"Needs must I go to Jerusalem where, haply, I shall happen on her brother, and I will bring him here and sell him also.\" So he mounted and journeyed till he arrived at Jerusalem, where he went to the Khan and asked for Zau al-Makan, but could not find him. Such was the case with him; but for what regards the merchant and Nazhat al-Zaman, when he took her he threw some of his clothes over her and carried her to his lodgings, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_0": "\"Runned away.\"\n\n\"Ay,\" said another, <|Q|>\"that's it. You won't see him again.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Won't I?\" muttered Gurr between his teeth. \"I'll let some of you see about that, my fine fellows.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_24": "\"This wildling is a rudesby and a maggotty head. By Allah, I cannot tell her price, for she hath won my heart with her fair speech and good looks; and, if she can read and write, it will be complete fair luck to her and to her purchaser. But this Badawi does not know her worth.\" Then he turned and said to him, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, I will give thee in ready money, clear of the tax and the Sultan's dues, two hundred gold pieces.\" Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying, <|Q|>\"Get up and go thy ways! By Allah, wert thou to offer me two hundred dinars for the bit of camlet she weareth, I would not sell it to thee. And now I will not sell her, but will keep her by me, to pasture the camels and grind my grist.\"<|Q|> And he cried out to her, saying, \"Come here, thou stinkard! I will not sell thee.\" Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, \"I used to think thee a man of judgment; but, by the right of my bonnet, if thou begone not from me, I will let thee hear what shall not please thee!\" Quoth the merchant to himself, \"Of a truth this Badawi is mad and knoweth not her value, and I will say no more to him about her price at the present time; for by Allah, were he a man of sense, he would not say, 'By the rights of my bonnet!' By the Almighty, she is worth the kingdom of the Chosro\u00ebs and I have not her price by me, but if he ask even more, I will give him what he will, though it be all my goods", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_26": "\"Get up and go thy ways! By Allah, wert thou to offer me two hundred dinars for the bit of camlet she weareth, I would not sell it to thee. And now I will not sell her, but will keep her by me, to pasture the camels and grind my grist.\" And he cried out to her, saying, \"Come here, thou stinkard! I will not sell thee.\" Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, <|Q|>\"I used to think thee a man of judgment; but, by the right of my bonnet, if thou begone not from me, I will let thee hear what shall not please thee!\"<|Q|> Quoth the merchant to himself, \"Of a truth this Badawi is mad and knoweth not her value, and I will say no more to him about her price at the present time; for by Allah, were he a man of sense, he would not say, 'By the rights of my bonnet!' By the Almighty, she is worth the kingdom of the Chosro\u00ebs and I have not her price by me, but if he ask even more, I will give him what he will, though it be all my goods", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_59": "Justice Harkins solemnly opened his big book and read, \"'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife. Therefore, in accordance with the law of the State of New York, I do hereby pronounce you husband and wife.' That's all.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I don't think you'll ever be sorry, Alida,\"<|Q|> said Holcroft, pressing her hand as he led her to a chair. Watterly again bustled up with congratulations, and then said, \"you must all come out now to a little supper, and also remember that it was gotten up in a hurry.\"\n\nThe domestic stared at Alida and Holcroft, and then surmising what had taken place, was so excited that she could scarcely wait on the guests.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_29": "\"Of a truth this Badawi is mad and knoweth not her value, and I will say no more to him about her price at the present time; for by Allah, were he a man of sense, he would not say, 'By the rights of my bonnet!' By the Almighty, she is worth the kingdom of the Chosro\u00ebs and I have not her price by me, but if he ask even more, I will give him what he will, though it be all my goods.\" Then he turned and said to him, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, take patience and calm thyself and tell me what clothes she hath with thee?\" Cried the Badawi, <|Q|>\"And what hath the baggage to do with clothes? By Allah, this camlet in which she is wrapped is ample for her.\"<|Q|> \"With thy leave,\" said the merchant, \"I will unveil her face and examine her even as folk examine slave-girls whom they think of buying.\"[FN#250] Replied the other, \"Up and do what thou wilt and Allah keep thy youth! Examine her outside and inside and, if thou wilt, strip off her clothes and look at her when she is naked.\" Quoth the trader, \"Allah forfend! I will look at naught save her face.\"[FN#2", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_31": "\" Then he turned and said to him, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, take patience and calm thyself and tell me what clothes she hath with thee?\" Cried the Badawi, \"And what hath the baggage to do with clothes? By Allah, this camlet in which she is wrapped is ample for her.\" \"With thy leave,\" said the merchant, \"I will unveil her face and examine her even as folk examine slave-girls whom they think of buying.\"[FN#250] Replied the other, <|Q|>\"Up and do what thou wilt and Allah keep thy youth! Examine her outside and inside and, if thou wilt, strip off her clothes and look at her when she is naked.\"<|Q|> Quoth the trader, \"Allah forfend! I will look at naught save her face.\"[FN#251] Then he went up to her and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, \u2014 And Shahrazed perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-seventh Night,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_30": "\"Of a truth this Badawi is mad and knoweth not her value, and I will say no more to him about her price at the present time; for by Allah, were he a man of sense, he would not say, 'By the rights of my bonnet!' By the Almighty, she is worth the kingdom of the Chosro\u00ebs and I have not her price by me, but if he ask even more, I will give him what he will, though it be all my goods.\" Then he turned and said to him, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, take patience and calm thyself and tell me what clothes she hath with thee?\" Cried the Badawi, \"And what hath the baggage to do with clothes? By Allah, this camlet in which she is wrapped is ample for her.\" \"With thy leave,\" said the merchant, <|Q|>\"I will unveil her face and examine her even as folk examine slave-girls whom they think of buying.\"[FN#250<|Q|>] Replied the other, \"Up and do what thou wilt and Allah keep thy youth! Examine her outside and inside and, if thou wilt, strip off her clothes and look at her when she is naked.\" Quoth the trader, \"Allah forfend! I will look at naught save her face.\"[FN#251] Then he went up to her and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, \u2014 And Shahrazed perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_33": "When it was the Fifty-seventh Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the merchant went up to Nuzhat al-Zaman and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, so he sat by her side and asked her, <|Q|>\"O my mistress, what is thy name?\"<|Q|> She answered, \"Doss thou ask what is my name this day or what it was before this day?\" Thereupon the merchant enquired, \"Hast thou then two names: to-day's and yesterday's?\" \"Yes,\" replied she, \"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\" When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_32": "\"And what hath the baggage to do with clothes? By Allah, this camlet in which she is wrapped is ample for her.\" \"With thy leave,\" said the merchant, \"I will unveil her face and examine her even as folk examine slave-girls whom they think of buying.\"[FN#250] Replied the other, \"Up and do what thou wilt and Allah keep thy youth! Examine her outside and inside and, if thou wilt, strip off her clothes and look at her when she is naked.\" Quoth the trader, <|Q|>\"Allah forfend! I will look at naught save her face.\"[FN#251<|Q|>] Then he went up to her and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, \u2014 And Shahrazed perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-seventh Night,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_35": "When it was the Fifty-seventh Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the merchant went up to Nuzhat al-Zaman and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, so he sat by her side and asked her, \"O my mistress, what is thy name?\" She answered, \"Doss thou ask what is my name this day or what it was before this day?\" Thereupon the merchant enquired, <|Q|>\"Hast thou then two names: to-day's and yesterday's?\"<|Q|> \"Yes,\" replied she, \"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\" When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her, \"Hast thou not a sick brother?\" \"Ay by Allah, O my lord, I have,\" quoth she,", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_62": "\"Well, Tom, you know I didn't expect anything of this kind when -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"Of course I know it. Will fifty answer?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes. You're a good friend. I'll return it in a day or two.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_37": "\"Well,\" said Holcroft, \"how short can you make it?\"\n\n\"Let me get my book,\" and he took from a shelf the <|Q|>\"Justice's Assistant.\"<|Q|> \"You can't want anything shorter than this?\" and he read, \"'By this act of joining hands you do take each other as husband and wife and solemnly engage in the presence of these witnesses to love and honor and comfort and cherish each other as such so long as you both shall live. Therefore, in accordance with the law of the state of New York I do hereby pronounce you husband and wife.' A sailor couldn't tie a knot quicker than that.\"\n\n\"I guess you can, justice,\" said Holcroft, taking the book.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_38": "\"Hast thou then two names: to-day's and yesterday's?\" \"Yes,\" replied she, \"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\" When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her, \"Hast thou not a sick brother?\" <|Q|>\"Ay by Allah, O my lord, I have,\"<|Q|> quoth she, \"but fortune hath parted me and him and he lieth sick in Jerusalem.\" The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself, \"Verily, the Badawi spake the truth of her.\" Then she called to mind her brother and his sickness and his strangerhood and her separation from him in his hour of weakness and her not knowing what had befallen him; and she thought of all that had happened to her with the Badawi and of her severance from her mother and father and native land; and the tears coursed down her cheeks and fast as they started they dropped; and she began reciting,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_37": "\"Doss thou ask what is my name this day or what it was before this day?\" Thereupon the merchant enquired, \"Hast thou then two names: to-day's and yesterday's?\" \"Yes,\" replied she, \"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\" When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her, <|Q|>\"Hast thou not a sick brother?\"<|Q|> \"Ay by Allah, O my lord, I have,\" quoth she, \"but fortune hath parted me and him and he lieth sick in Jerusalem.\" The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself, \"Verily, the Badawi spake the truth of her.\" Then she called to mind her brother and his sickness and his strangerhood and her separation from him in his hour of weakness and her not knowing what had befallen him; and she thought of all that had happened to her with the Badawi and of her severance from her mother and father and native land; and the tears coursed down her cheeks and fast as they started they dropped; and she began reciting,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_3": "\"I have brought a slave girl whose brother fell ill, and I sent him to my people about Jerusalem, that they might tend him till he is cured. As for her I want to sell her, but after the dog her brother fell sick, the separation from him was grievous to her, and since then she doth nothing but weep, and now I wish that whoso is minded to buy her of me speak softly to her and say, 'Thy brother is with me in Jerusalem ill'; and I will be easy with him about her price.\" Then one of the merchants came up to him and asked, <|Q|>\"How old is she?\"<|Q|> He answered \"She is a virgin, just come to marriageable age, and she is endowed with sense and breeding and wit and beauty and loveliness. But from the day I sent her brother to Jerusalem, her heart hath been yearning for him, so that her beauty is fallen away and her value lessened.\" Now when the merchant heard this, he set forth with the Badawi and said, \"O Shaykh[FN#245] of the Arabs, I will go with thee and buy of thee this girl whom thou praisest so highly for wit and manners and beauty and loveliness; and I will pay thee her price but it must be upon conditions which if thou accept, I will give thee ready money, and if thou accept not I will return her to thee", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_40": "\"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\" When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her, \"Hast thou not a sick brother?\" \"Ay by Allah, O my lord, I have,\" quoth she, \"but fortune hath parted me and him and he lieth sick in Jerusalem.\" The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself, <|Q|>\"Verily, the Badawi spake the truth of her.\"<|Q|> Then she called to mind her brother and his sickness and his strangerhood and her separation from him in his hour of weakness and her not knowing what had befallen him; and she thought of all that had happened to her with the Badawi and of her severance from her mother and father and native land; and the tears coursed down her cheeks and fast as they started they dropped; and she began reciting,\n\n\"Allah, where'er thou be, His aid impart * To thee, who distant dwellest in my heart! Allah be near thee how so far thou fare; * Ward off all shifts of Time, all dangers thwart! Mine eyes are desolate for thy vanisht sight, * And start my tears-ah me, how fast they start! Would Heaven I kenned what quarter or what land * Homes thee, and in what house and tribe thou art An fount of life thou drain in greenth of rose, * While drink I tear drops for my sole desert? An thou 'joy slumber in those hours, when I * Peel 'twixt my side and couch coals' burning smart? All things were easy save to part from thee, * For my sad heart this grief is hard to dree.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_41": "When the merchant heard her verses, he wept and put out his hand to wipe away the tears from her cheeks; but she let down her veil over her face, saying, \"Heaven forbid, O my lord!''[FN#253] Then the Badawi, who was sitting at a little distance watching them, saw her cover her face from the merchant while about to wipe the tears from her cheeks; and he concluded that she would have hindered him from handling her: so he rose and running to her, dealt her, with a camel's halter he had in his hand, such a blow on the shoulders that she fell to the ground on her face. Her eyebrow struck a stone which cut it open, and the blood streamed down her cheeks; whereupon she screamed a loud scream and felt faint and wept bitterly. The merchant was moved to tears for her and said in himself, \"There is no help for it but that I buy this damsel, though at her weight in gold, and free her from this tyrant.\" And he began to revile the Badawi whilst Nazhat al- Zaman lay in sensible. When she came to herself, she wiped away the tears and blood from her face; and she bound up her head: then, raising her glance to heaven, she besought her Lord with a sorrowful heart and began repeating,\n\n<|Q|>\"And pity one who erst in honour throve, * And now is fallen into sore disgrace. She weeps and bathes her cheeks with railing tears, * And asks 'What cure can meet this fatal case?'\"<|Q|>\n\nWhen she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone, \"By the Almighty, do not leave me with a tyrant who knoweth not Allah the Most High! If I pass this night in his place, I shall kill myself with my own hand: save me from him, so Allah save thee from Gehenna-fire.\" Then quoth the merchant to the Badawi, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_42": "\"And pity one who erst in honour throve, * And now is fallen into sore disgrace. She weeps and bathes her cheeks with railing tears, * And asks 'What cure can meet this fatal case?'\"\n\nWhen she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone, <|Q|>\"By the Almighty, do not leave me with a tyrant who knoweth not Allah the Most High! If I pass this night in his place, I shall kill myself with my own hand: save me from him, so Allah save thee from Gehenna-fire.\"<|Q|> Then quoth the merchant to the Badawi, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.\" \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, \"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254] Said the merchant, \"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_44": "\"By the Almighty, do not leave me with a tyrant who knoweth not Allah the Most High! If I pass this night in his place, I shall kill myself with my own hand: save me from him, so Allah save thee from Gehenna-fire.\" Then quoth the merchant to the Badawi, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.\" \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, <|Q|>\"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254<|Q|>] Said the merchant, \"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.\" \"Allah will open!\"[FN#255] replied the Badawi. \"Seventy thousand,\" said the merchant. \"Allah will open!\" repeated the Badawi: \"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_45": "\"By the Almighty, do not leave me with a tyrant who knoweth not Allah the Most High! If I pass this night in his place, I shall kill myself with my own hand: save me from him, so Allah save thee from Gehenna-fire.\" Then quoth the merchant to the Badawi, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.\" \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, \"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254] Said the merchant, <|Q|>\"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.\"<|Q|> \"Allah will open!\"[FN#255] replied the Badawi. \"Seventy thousand,\" said the merchant. \"Allah will open!\" repeated the Badawi: \"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_43": "\"And pity one who erst in honour throve, * And now is fallen into sore disgrace. She weeps and bathes her cheeks with railing tears, * And asks 'What cure can meet this fatal case?'\"\n\nWhen she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone, \"By the Almighty, do not leave me with a tyrant who knoweth not Allah the Most High! If I pass this night in his place, I shall kill myself with my own hand: save me from him, so Allah save thee from Gehenna-fire.\" Then quoth the merchant to the Badawi, <|Q|>\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.\"<|Q|> \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, \"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254] Said the merchant, \"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.\" \"Allah will open!\"[FN#255] replied the Badawi. \"Seventy thousand,\" said the merchant. \"Allah will open!\" repeated the Badawi:", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_13": "\" So the trader went up to her in courteous wise and saw that she was wondrous beautiful and loveable, especially as she knew the Arabic tongue; and he said to the Badawi, \"If she be even as thou saddest, I shall get of the Sultan what I will for her.\" Then he bespake her, \"Peace be on thee, my little maid! How art thou?\" She turned to him and replied, \"This also was registered in the Book of Destiny.\" Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself, <|Q|>\"I believe this one cometh to buy me;\"<|Q|> and she continued, \"If I hold aloof from him, I shall abide with my tyrant and he will do me to death with beating. In any case, this person is handsome of face and maketh me hope for better treatment from him than from my brute of a Badawi. May be he cometh only to hear me talk; so I will give him a fair answer.\" All this while her eyes were fixed on the ground; then she raised them to him and said in a sweet voice,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_47": "\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.\" \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, \"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254] Said the merchant, \"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.\" \"Allah will open!\"[FN#255] replied the Badawi. <|Q|>\"Seventy thousand,\"<|Q|> said the merchant. \"Allah will open!\" repeated the Badawi: \"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_49": "\" \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, \"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254] Said the merchant, \"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.\" \"Allah will open!\"[FN#255] replied the Badawi. \"Seventy thousand,\" said the merchant. \"Allah will open!\" repeated the Badawi: <|Q|>\"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\"<|Q|> The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force.\" The Badawi continued, \"Say on!\" \"An hundred thousand,\" quoth the merchant. \"I have sold her to thee at that price", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_48": "\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.\" \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, \"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254] Said the merchant, \"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.\" \"Allah will open!\"[FN#255] replied the Badawi. \"Seventy thousand,\" said the merchant. <|Q|>\"Allah will open!\"<|Q|> repeated the Badawi: \"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_51": "\"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force.\" The Badawi continued, <|Q|>\"Say on!\"<|Q|> \"An hundred thousand,\" quoth the merchant. \"I have sold her to thee at that price,\" answered the Badawi; \"I shall be able to buy salt with her.\" The merchant laughed and, going to his lodgings, brought the money and put it into the hand of the Badawi, who took it and made off, saying to himself, \"Needs must I go to Jerusalem where, haply, I shall happen on her brother, and I will bring him here and sell him also.\" So he mounted and journeyed till he arrived at Jerusalem, where he went to the Khan and asked for Zau al-Makan, but could not find him. Such was the case with him; but for what regards the merchant and Nazhat al-Zaman, when he took her he threw some of his clothes over her and carried her to his lodgings, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_52": "\"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force.\" The Badawi continued, \"Say on!\" <|Q|>\"An hundred thousand,\"<|Q|> quoth the merchant. \"I have sold her to thee at that price,\" answered the Badawi; \"I shall be able to buy salt with her.\" The merchant laughed and, going to his lodgings, brought the money and put it into the hand of the Badawi, who took it and made off, saying to himself, \"Needs must I go to Jerusalem where, haply, I shall happen on her brother, and I will bring him here and sell him also.\" So he mounted and journeyed till he arrived at Jerusalem, where he went to the Khan and asked for Zau al-Makan, but could not find him. Such was the case with him; but for what regards the merchant and Nazhat al-Zaman, when he took her he threw some of his clothes over her and carried her to his lodgings, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_54": "\"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force.\" The Badawi continued, \"Say on!\" \"An hundred thousand,\" quoth the merchant. \"I have sold her to thee at that price,\" answered the Badawi; <|Q|>\"I shall be able to buy salt with her.\"<|Q|> The merchant laughed and, going to his lodgings, brought the money and put it into the hand of the Badawi, who took it and made off, saying to himself, \"Needs must I go to Jerusalem where, haply, I shall happen on her brother, and I will bring him here and sell him also.\" So he mounted and journeyed till he arrived at Jerusalem, where he went to the Khan and asked for Zau al-Makan, but could not find him. Such was the case with him; but for what regards the merchant and Nazhat al-Zaman, when he took her he threw some of his clothes over her and carried her to his lodgings, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_55": "\"Alida,\" interrupted Holcroft gravely, \"I'm not one to break my word. Home and quiet will soon restore you. Answer the justice and tell him the exact truth.\"\n\nNo elixir could have brought hope and courage like that word \"home.\" She rose at once and said to Harkins, <|Q|>\"I have consented to Mr. Holcroft's wishes with feelings of the deepest gratitude.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Very well. Join hands.\"", "Solo.6593.8555.hefellinlovewithhiswife_19_roe_64kb_29": "When Holcroft briefly made known his errand, the justice gave a great guffaw of laughter and said, \"Oh, bring her here! And I'll invite in some of the boys as witnesses.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I'm not afraid of all the witnesses that you could crowd into a ten-acre lot,\"<|Q|> said Holcroft somewhat sternly, \"but there is no occasion to invite the boys, whoever they are, or anyone else. She doesn't want to be stared at. I was in hopes, Mr. Harkins, that you'd ride up to the almshouse with us and quietly marry us there.\"\n\n\"Well, I guess you'd better bring her here. I'm pretty busy this afternoon, and -- \"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_30": "Jemmy Dadd's countenance changed from its vacant aspect to one full of cunning, as the party from the cutter moved off, but it became dull and semi-idiotic again, for Gurr turned sharply round.\n\n<|Q|>\"Here, my lad, where's your master?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Eh?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_2": "But he always came out again to his men with an anxious look in his eyes, and generally ranged up alongside of Dick.\n\n\"No, my lad,\" he would say, <|Q|>\"they haven't seen 'im there;\"<|Q|> and then with his head bent down, but his eyes eagerly searching the road from side to side, he went on towards Shackle's farm.\n\n\"Say, Mester Gurr,\" said Dick, after one of these searches, \"he wouldn't run away?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_1": "\"Ay,\" said another, \"that's it. You won't see him again.\"\n\n\"Won't I?\" muttered Gurr between his teeth. <|Q|>\"I'll let some of you see about that, my fine fellows.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe led his men on, stopping at each cluster of cottages and shabby little farm to ask suspiciously, as if he felt certain the person he questioned was hiding the truth.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_4": "\"No, sir,\" replied Dick humbly, and the men tramped on with a couple of open-mouthed, barefooted boys following them to stare at their cutlasses and pistols.\n\n\"Say, Mester Gurr,\" ventured Dick, after a pause, <|Q|>\"none of 'em wouldn't ha' done that, would they?\"<|Q|>\n\nDick had followed the master's look, as he shaded his eyes and stared over the green slope which led up to the cliffs.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_34": "An argument which did not have much force when self-applied, for Dick suddenly recollected that he was very skilful with the scissors, and knew that he was the regular barber of the crew, and as this came to his mind he took off his cap and gave his head a vicious scratch.\n\n<|Q|>\"Never mind the rabbits, lads,\"<|Q|> cried Gurr angrily; \"we want to find Mr Raystoke.\"\n\nThe men closed up together, and mastered their desire to go hunting, to make a change from the salt beef and pork fare, and soon after they came suddenly upon Sir Risdon and his lady, the latter, who looked weak and ill, leaning on her husband's arm.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_6": "Gurr glanced round to see if the men were looking, and then said rather huskily but kindly, -- \n\n<|Q|>\"In ord'nary, Dick, my lad, no; but when smugglers finds themselves up in corners where they can't get away, they turns and fights like rats, and when they fights they bites.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Ah!\" ejaculated Dick sadly.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_7": "\"Ah!\" ejaculated Dick sadly.\n\n<|Q|>\"You're only a common sailor, Dick, and I'm your officer, but though I speak sharp unto you, I respect you, Dick, for you like that lad.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Say, Mester Gurr, sir, which thankful I am to you for speaking so; but you don't really think as he has come to harm?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_37": "\"A lad, looking like a common sailor, and wearing a red cap.\"\n\n\"No,\" said Sir Risdon. <|Q|>\"I have seen no one answering to the description here.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Beg pardon, sir, but can you, as a gentleman, assure me that he is not here?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_9": "\"Say, Mester Gurr, sir, which thankful I am to you for speaking so; but you don't really think as he has come to harm?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I hope not, Dick; I hope not; but smugglers don't stand at anything sometimes.\"<|Q|>\n\nDick sighed, and then all at once he spat in his fist, rubbed his hands together and clenched them, a hard, fierce aspect coming into his rough dark face, which seemed to promise severe retaliation if anything had happened to the young officer.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_11": "\"Oh, sir,\" interrupted Mrs Shackle, \"surely you are not going to tumble over my house again! I do assure you there's nothing here but what you may see.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"If you'd let me finish, you'd know,\"<|Q|> said Gurr gruffly. \"One of our boys is missing. Seen him up here? Boy 'bout seventeen with a red cap.\"\n\n\"No, sir; indeed I've not.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_10": "\"Morning, marm,\" said Gurr; \"sorry to trouble you, but -- \"\n\n\"Oh, sir,\" interrupted Mrs Shackle, <|Q|>\"surely you are not going to tumble over my house again! I do assure you there's nothing here but what you may see.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"If you'd let me finish, you'd know,\" said Gurr gruffly. \"One of our boys is missing. Seen him up here? Boy 'bout seventeen with a red cap.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_12": "\"Oh, sir,\" interrupted Mrs Shackle, \"surely you are not going to tumble over my house again! I do assure you there's nothing here but what you may see.\"\n\n\"If you'd let me finish, you'd know,\" said Gurr gruffly. <|Q|>\"One of our boys is missing. Seen him up here? Boy 'bout seventeen with a red cap.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No, sir; indeed I've not.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_42": "\"Yes, sir, but he is not a deserter; and the fact is, we are afraid the lad has run alongside o' the smugglers, and come to grief.\"\n\n\"Surely!\" cried Sir Risdon excitedly. <|Q|>\"No, no, -- you must be mistaken. A boyish prank. No one about here would injure a boy.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Humph!\" ejaculated Gurr, looking at the baronet searchingly. \"Glad you think so well of 'em, sir. But I suppose you'll grant that the people about here would not be above a bit of smuggling?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_13": "\"If you'd let me finish, you'd know,\" said Gurr gruffly. \"One of our boys is missing. Seen him up here? Boy 'bout seventeen with a red cap.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No, sir; indeed I've not.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Don't know as he has been seen about here, do you?\" said Gurr, looking at her searchingly.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_43": "\"Surely!\" cried Sir Risdon excitedly. \"No, no, -- you must be mistaken. A boyish prank. No one about here would injure a boy.\"\n\n\"Humph!\" ejaculated Gurr, looking at the baronet searchingly. <|Q|>\"Glad you think so well of 'em, sir. But I suppose you'll grant that the people about here would not be above a bit of smuggling?\"<|Q|>\n\nSir Risdon was silent.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_14": "\"No, sir; indeed I've not.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Don't know as he has been seen about here, do you?\"<|Q|> said Gurr, looking at her searchingly.\n\n\"No, sir.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_18": "\"No,\" growled Gurr.\n\n<|Q|>\"Don't want to take the cow away agen, do 'ee?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Look here, my lad, one of our boys is missing. Came ashore yesterday, lad of seventeen in a red cap.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_45": "\"And would run a cargo of brandy or silk?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I suppose there is a good deal of smuggling on the coast,\"<|Q|> said Sir Risdon coldly, as he thought of his vault.\n\n\"Yes sir, there is, and it will go hard with the people who are caught having any dealings with the smugglers.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_44": "Sir Risdon was silent.\n\n<|Q|>\"And would run a cargo of brandy or silk?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I suppose there is a good deal of smuggling on the coast,\" said Sir Risdon coldly, as he thought of his vault.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_46": "\"I suppose there is a good deal of smuggling on the coast,\" said Sir Risdon coldly, as he thought of his vault.\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes sir, there is, and it will go hard with the people who are caught having any dealings with the smugglers.\"<|Q|>\n\nLady Graeme looked ghastly.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_21": "\"Oh!\" said Jemmy with a vacant look. \"Don't mean him as come with you, do you?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I said a lad 'bout seventeen, in a red cap like yours,\"<|Q|> said Gurr very shortly.\n\n\"Aren't seen no lads with no red caps up here,\" said the man with a vacant look. \"Have he runned away?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_47": "Lady Graeme looked ghastly.\n\n<|Q|>\"What would you say, sir, if I were to order my men, in the king's name, to search your place?\"<|Q|>\n\nSir Risdon dared not trust himself to speak, but darted an agonised glance at his wife.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_23": "\"Aren't seen no lads with no red caps up here,\" said the man with a vacant look. \"Have he runned away?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Are you sure you haven't seen him, my lad?\"<|Q|> growled Gurr; \"because, look here, it may be a serious thing for some of you, if he is not found.\"\n\nThe man shook his head, and stared as if he didn't half understand the drift of what was said.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_24": "\"Aren't seen no lads with no red caps up here,\" said the man with a vacant look. \"Have he runned away?\"\n\n\"Are you sure you haven't seen him, my lad?\" growled Gurr; <|Q|>\"because, look here, it may be a serious thing for some of you, if he is not found.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe man shook his head, and stared as if he didn't half understand the drift of what was said.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_53": "\"You do not know?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"No. The only way in which I could allow myself to act was to keep myself in complete ignorance of the going and coming of these people. I might suspect, but I would never satisfy myself by watching; and I can say now honestly, I do not know whether they have still goods lying there or have taken them away.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"But Celia -- keep it from her.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_26": "\"Well, seen anything suspicious?\"\n\n\"No, sir,\" said Dick, <|Q|>\"on'y my fingers is a itchin'.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Scratch them then.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_27": "\"Scratch them then.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Nay, you don't understand,\"<|Q|> grumbled Dick. \"I mean to have a turn at that chap, Master Gurr, sir. I feel as if I had him for 'bout quarter hour I could knock something out of him.\"\n\n\"Nonsense! Come along. Now, my lads, forward!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_1": "He found Izzy and Randolph at the restaurant across from Mother Corey's. Izzy grinned suddenly at the sight of the uniform. \"I knew it, gov'nor -- knew it the minute I heard Jurgens was a cop. Did you make 'em give you my beat?\"\n\nHe seemed genuinely pleased as Gordon nodded, and then dropped it, to point to Randolph. <|Q|>\"Guess what, gov'nor. The Legals bought Randy's Crusader. Traded him an old job press and a bag of scratch for his reputation.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You'll be late, Izzy,\" Randolph said quietly. Gordon suddenly realized that Randolph, like everyone else, seemed to be Izzy's friend. He watched the little man leave, and reached out for the menu. Randolph picked it out of his hand. \"You've got a wife home, muckraker. You don't have to eat this filth.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_2": "He seemed genuinely pleased as Gordon nodded, and then dropped it, to point to Randolph. \"Guess what, gov'nor. The Legals bought Randy's Crusader. Traded him an old job press and a bag of scratch for his reputation.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You'll be late, Izzy,\"<|Q|> Randolph said quietly. Gordon suddenly realized that Randolph, like everyone else, seemed to be Izzy's friend. He watched the little man leave, and reached out for the menu. Randolph picked it out of his hand. \"You've got a wife home, muckraker. You don't have to eat this filth.\"\n\nGordon got up, grimacing at the obvious dismissal. But the publisher motioned him back again.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_3": "\"Say, Mester Gurr,\" said Dick, after one of these searches, \"he wouldn't run away?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"What! Mr Raystoke, sir? Don't be a fool.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No, sir,\" replied Dick humbly, and the men tramped on with a couple of open-mouthed, barefooted boys following them to stare at their cutlasses and pistols.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_4": "Gordon got up, grimacing at the obvious dismissal. But the publisher motioned him back again.\n\n<|Q|>\"Yeah, the Legals want the Crusader for their propaganda,\"<|Q|> he said wearily. \"New slogans and new uniforms, and none of them mean anything. Here!\" He drew a small golden band from his little finger. \"My mother's wedding ring. Give it to her -- and if you tell her it came from me, I'll rip out your guts!\"\n\nHe got up suddenly and hobbled out, his pinched face working. Gordon turned the ring over, puzzled. Finally he got up and headed for his room, a little surprised to find the door unlocked. Sheila opened her eyes at his uniform, but made no comment.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_33": "Dick followed last, shaking his head, and looking very much dissatisfied, or kept on looking back at Jemmy, who stood like a statue, resting his chin upon the shaft of his pitchfork, watching him go away.\n\n\"I dunno,\" muttered Dick, <|Q|>\"and a man can't be sure. There was nowt to see and nowt to hear, and of course one couldn't smell it, but seems to me as that ugly-looking fisherman chap knows where our Mr Raystoke is. Yah, I hates half-bred uns! If a man's a labourer, let him be a labourer; and if he's a fisherman, let him be a fisherman. Man can't be two things, and it looks queer.\"<|Q|>\n\nAn argument which did not have much force when self-applied, for Dick suddenly recollected that he was very skilful with the scissors, and knew that he was the regular barber of the crew, and as this came to his mind he took off his cap and gave his head a vicious scratch.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_5": "Gordon got up, grimacing at the obvious dismissal. But the publisher motioned him back again.\n\n\"Yeah, the Legals want the Crusader for their propaganda,\" he said wearily. <|Q|>\"New slogans and new uniforms, and none of them mean anything. Here!\"<|Q|> He drew a small golden band from his little finger. \"My mother's wedding ring. Give it to her -- and if you tell her it came from me, I'll rip out your guts!\"\n\nHe got up suddenly and hobbled out, his pinched face working. Gordon turned the ring over, puzzled. Finally he got up and headed for his room, a little surprised to find the door unlocked. Sheila opened her eyes at his uniform, but made no comment. \"Food ready in ten minutes", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_5": "\"What?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Chucked him off yonder.\"<|Q|>\n\nGurr glanced round to see if the men were looking, and then said rather huskily but kindly, -- ", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_36": "\"One of your ship boys?\" he said.\n\n<|Q|>\"A lad, looking like a common sailor, and wearing a red cap.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No,\" said Sir Risdon. \"I have seen no one answering to the description here.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_9": "She studied it under the glare of the single bulb, and then turned to her room. She was back a few seconds later with a small purse. \"I got a duplicate key. Yours is in there,\" she said thickly. \"And -- something else. I guess I was going to give it to you anyway. I was afraid someone else might find it -- \"\n\nHe cut her off brusquely, his eyes riveted on the Security badge he'd been sure Trench had taken. <|Q|>\"Yeah, I know. Your meal ticket was in danger. Okay, you've done your nightly duty. Now get the hell out of my room, will you?\"<|Q|>\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_7": "\"New slogans and new uniforms, and none of them mean anything. Here!\" He drew a small golden band from his little finger. \"My mother's wedding ring. Give it to her -- and if you tell her it came from me, I'll rip out your guts!\"\n\nHe got up suddenly and hobbled out, his pinched face working. Gordon turned the ring over, puzzled. Finally he got up and headed for his room, a little surprised to find the door unlocked. Sheila opened her eyes at his uniform, but made no comment. <|Q|>\"Food ready in ten minutes,\"<|Q|> she told him.\n\nShe'd already been shopping, and had installed the tiny cooking equipment used in half Marsport. There was also a small iron lying beside a pile of his laundered clothes. He dropped onto the bed wearily, then jerked upright as she came over to remove his boots. But there was no mockery on her face -- and oddly, it felt good to him. Maybe her idea of married life was different from his.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_10": "Gordon watched for a sign that Trench had passed on his evidence of the murder of Murdoch, but there was none. The pressure of the beat took his mind from it. Looting had stepped up.\n\nIzzy had co-operated -- reluctantly, until Gordon was able to convince him that it was the people who paid his salary. Then he nodded. <|Q|>\"It's a helluva roundabout way of doing things, gov'nor, but if the gees pay for protection any old way, then they're gonna get it!\"<|Q|>\n\nThey got it. Hoodlums began moving elsewhere, toward easier pickings.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_40": "\"That's enough, sir; but may I ask you, if you do see or hear anything of such a lad, you will send a messenger off to the cutter?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"It is hardly right to enlist me in the search for one of your deserters,\"<|Q|> said Sir Risdon coldly.\n\n\"Yes, sir, but he is not a deserter; and the fact is, we are afraid the lad has run alongside o' the smugglers, and come to grief.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_12": "Gordon turned his entire pay over to Sheila; at current prices, it would barely keep them in food for a week. \"I told you you had a punched meal ticket,\" he said bitterly.\n\n\"We'll live,\" she answered him. <|Q|>\"I got a job today -- barmaid, on your beat, where being your wife helps.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe could think of nothing to say to it; but after supper, he went to Izzy's room to arrange for a raid on Municipal territory. Such small raids were nominally on the excuse of extending the boundaries, but actually they were out-and-out looting.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_39": "The lady shook her head.\n\n<|Q|>\"That's enough, sir; but may I ask you, if you do see or hear anything of such a lad, you will send a messenger off to the cutter?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"It is hardly right to enlist me in the search for one of your deserters,\" said Sir Risdon coldly.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_15": "\"No, sir.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Haven't heard any one talking about him, eh? Come ashore yesterday.\"<|Q|>\n\nMrs Shackle shook her head.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_17": "He was studying a map of the big building, picking their best entrance. Ahead, trucks formed a sort of V formation as they reached the grounds around it and began bulling their way through the groups that were trying to organize a defense. Gordon found his way cleared and shot through, emerging behind the defense and driving at full speed toward the entrance Izzy pointed out.\n\n<|Q|>\"Cut speed! Left sharp!\"<|Q|> Izzy shouted. \"Now, in there!\"\n\nThey sliced into a small tunnel, scraping their sides where it was barely big enough for the truck. Then they reached a dead end, with just room for them to squeeze through the door of the truck and into an entrance marked with a big notice of privacy.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_16": "Mrs Shackle shook her head.\n\n<|Q|>\"Thank ye! -- No, Dick,\"<|Q|> continued the master, turning back to where the men were waiting, and unconsciously brushing against the bush behind which the middy had hidden himself, \"that woman knows nothing. If she knew evil had come to the poor lad, her face would tell tales like print. Hi! You, sir,\" he said, going towards where Jemmy stood grinning.\n\n\"Mornin',\" said Jemmy; \"come arter some more milk?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_19": "\"Don't want to take the cow away agen, do 'ee?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Look here, my lad, one of our boys is missing. Came ashore yesterday, lad of seventeen in a red cap.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Oh!\" said Jemmy with a vacant look. \"Don't mean him as come with you, do you?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_18": "There were about thirty cops inside, gathered around Mayor Wayne, with Trench standing at one side. The fools had obviously expected the machine gun to do all the work.\n\nIzzy leaped for the machine gun and yanked it from dead hands, while the cops slowly began raising their arms. Wayne sat petrified, staring unbelievingly, and Gordon drew out the warrant. <|Q|>\"Wayne, you're under arrest!\"<|Q|>\n\nTrench moved forward, his hands in the air, but with no mark of surprise or fear on his face. \"So the bad pennies turn up. You damned fools, you should have stuck. I had big plans for you, Gordon. I've still got them, if you don't insist...\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_20": "They were through too fast to draw fire from the busy groups of battle-crazed men, leaping across the square and into the first side street they could find. Then she slowed, and headed for the main street back to Legal territory.\n\n<|Q|>\"Lucky we found a good car to steal,\"<|Q|> Mother Corey wheezed. He was puffing now, mopping rivulets of perspiration from his face. \"I'm getting old, cobbers. Once I broke every strong-man record on Earth -- still stand, too. But not now. Senile!\"\n\n\"You didn't have to come,\" Izzy said.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_48": "Sir Risdon dared not trust himself to speak, but darted an agonised glance at his wife.\n\n<|Q|>\"However, sir, I'm not on that sort of business now,\"<|Q|> continued Gurr sternly. \"Want to find that boy. Good day. Now, my lads.\"\n\nThe men marched off, and Sir Risdon stood watching them.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_23": "\"You didn't have to come,\" Izzy said.\n\n<|Q|>\"When my own granddaughter comes crying for help? When she finally admits she needs her old grandfather?\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon was staring back at the straggling of trucks he could see beginning to break away. The raid was over, and the Legals had lost. Trench had tricked him.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_24": "Gordon was staring back at the straggling of trucks he could see beginning to break away. The raid was over, and the Legals had lost. Trench had tricked him.\n\nIzzy grunted suddenly. <|Q|>\"Gov'nor, if you're right, and the plain gees pay my salary, who's paying me to start fighting other cops? Or is it maybe that somebody isn't being exactly honest with the scratch they lift from the gees?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"We still have to eat,\" Gordon said bitterly. \"And to eat, we'll go on doing what we're told.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_50": "The men marched off, and Sir Risdon stood watching them.\n\n\"Ah, Risdon,\" and Lady Graeme, <|Q|>\"how could you let yourself be dragged into these dreadful deeds!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Don't blame me,\" he said sadly. \"I loathe the whole business, but when I saw my wife and child suffering almost from want of the very necessaries of life, and the temptation came in the shape of presents from that man, I could not resist -- I was too weak. I listened to his insidious persuasion, and tried to make myself believe that I was guiltless, as I owned no fealty to King George. But I am justly punished, and never again will I allow myself to be made an accessory to these lawless deeds.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_25": "Gurr turned angrily away, and to find himself facing Dick.\n\n<|Q|>\"Well, seen anything suspicious?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No, sir,\" said Dick, \"on'y my fingers is a itchin'.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_54": "\"No. The only way in which I could allow myself to act was to keep myself in complete ignorance of the going and coming of these people. I might suspect, but I would never satisfy myself by watching; and I can say now honestly, I do not know whether they have still goods lying there or have taken them away.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"But Celia -- keep it from her.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Of course.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_55": "Lady Graeme did not finish, but gave her husband a piercing look.\n\n\"Don't ask me,\" he said sadly. <|Q|>\"Many of the men engaged in the smuggling are desperate wretches, and if they feared betrayal they would not scruple, I'm afraid, to strike down any one in the way of their escape.\"<|Q|>\n\nLady Graeme shuddered, and they went together into the house, just as Celia came across the wood at the back, in company with the dog.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_0": "Barely were Claggett Chew and Osterbridge Hawsey out of sight, when Chris simultaneously became aware of two things. One was the deep throbbing ache of the whip cut, so painful it made him feel sick and faint, and the second was the black figure of Mr. Wicker. Mr. Wicker was threading his way in and out of the crowds and litter of the wharves, and although to most he might have seemed leisurely, Chris was able to detect in the step of his master a certain haste. He came up to the little group of men, glanced at the back of Zachary Heigh, who was moving away as if to some interrupted duty, and at Chris's white face and the reddening handkerchief which he held to his chin. Mr. Wicker looked slowly at all the faces and then raised his eyebrows as if in surprise.\n\n\"Well, lads,\" he said, <|Q|>\"what has happened here? You all look angry and somewhat a-frighted. What occurred, Ned?\"<|Q|> he asked, addressing Ned Cilley, whose kind face was puckered with sympathy for Chris and who stood pulling at the stocking cap he held in his hands. But Chris spoke up before Ned could reply.\n\n\"It was my fault, sir. I expect I got what I deserved, but it seemed to happen in spite of myself. I laughed at Osterbridge Hawsey's beauty patch -- and at him -- all of him, really. We all did. Claggett Chew got mad, and I guess I wouldn't blame him. It was a dreadful thing to do -- to laugh at someone to their face -- and he lashed out with his whip and gave me a beauty patch!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_3": "In spite of the pain Chris managed a grin as he took the handkerchief from his chin to bare the deep, cruel cut.\n\n\"But truly sir,\" he ended, <|Q|>\"I never saw anything like Osterbridge Hawsey before. He's a dilly!\"<|Q|>\n\nAnd before they knew it they had all, including even the habitually grave Mr. Wicker, burst into another shout of laughter. Mr. Wicker soon stopped, however, and reached back into the pocket in the flap of his coattails. When he drew out his hand it held a small glass box. With unhurried gestures Mr. Wicker's fine fingers took off the lid.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_28": "\"Scratch them then.\"\n\n\"Nay, you don't understand,\" grumbled Dick. <|Q|>\"I mean to have a turn at that chap, Master Gurr, sir. I feel as if I had him for 'bout quarter hour I could knock something out of him.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Nonsense! Come along. Now, my lads, forward!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_5": "And before they knew it they had all, including even the habitually grave Mr. Wicker, burst into another shout of laughter. Mr. Wicker soon stopped, however, and reached back into the pocket in the flap of his coattails. When he drew out his hand it held a small glass box. With unhurried gestures Mr. Wicker's fine fingers took off the lid.\n\n\"What a fortunate coincidence that I happened by just at this time,\" he said casually, <|Q|>\"and that I have with me such an excellent ointment.\"<|Q|> Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.\n\n\"This will help to stop the bleeding, my boy,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"and take away the pain. It hastens the cure,\" he went on, lightly applying the ointment to the wound. \"In an hour you will scarcely know it happened,\" he concluded.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_9": "Seeing the color seep back into Chris's cheeks, the men touched their caps to Mr. Wicker and went back to their interrupted tasks. Ned Cilley, with his hand on Amos's shoulder, moved off to point out some detail of the Mirabelle, and Chris and Mr. Wicker were left alone. Mr. Wicker looked down kindly at the boy, but there was a sadness also in his face.\n\n\"Perhaps,\" he said as if to himself, <|Q|>\"I have set you too great a task, my poor Christopher, for you are but a boy.\"<|Q|> He laid his hand on Chris's arm. \"You are a boy, but what lies before you is a man's task, and no mistake. You cannot in the future allow yourself the luxury of such childish enjoyments as a laugh at Claggett Chew, or his friend!\"\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_6": "Gordon got up, grimacing at the obvious dismissal. But the publisher motioned him back again.\n\n\"Yeah, the Legals want the Crusader for their propaganda,\" he said wearily. \"New slogans and new uniforms, and none of them mean anything. Here!\" He drew a small golden band from his little finger. <|Q|>\"My mother's wedding ring. Give it to her -- and if you tell her it came from me, I'll rip out your guts!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe got up suddenly and hobbled out, his pinched face working. Gordon turned the ring over, puzzled. Finally he got up and headed for his room, a little surprised to find the door unlocked. Sheila opened her eyes at his uniform, but made no comment. \"Food ready in ten minutes,\" she told him.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_32": "\"I say, where's your master?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Aren't in; mebbe he's out in the fields.\"<|Q|>\n\nGurr turned away impatiently again, and signing to his men to follow, they all began to tramp up the steep track leading toward the Hoze, with the rabbits scuttling away among the furze, and showing their white cottony tails for a moment as they darted down into their holes.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_8": "She was sanding the dishes and putting them away when he finally remembered the ring. He studied it again, then got up and dropped it beside her. He was surprised as she fumbled it on to see that it fitted -- and more surprised at the sudden realization that she was entitled to it.\n\nShe studied it under the glare of the single bulb, and then turned to her room. She was back a few seconds later with a small purse. <|Q|>\"I got a duplicate key. Yours is in there,\"<|Q|> she said thickly. \"And -- something else. I guess I was going to give it to you anyway. I was afraid someone else might find it -- \"\n\nHe cut her off brusquely, his eyes riveted on the Security badge he'd been sure Trench had taken. \"Yeah, I know. Your meal ticket was in danger. Okay, you've done your nightly duty. Now get the hell out of my room, will you?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_8": "\"You're only a common sailor, Dick, and I'm your officer, but though I speak sharp unto you, I respect you, Dick, for you like that lad.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Say, Mester Gurr, sir, which thankful I am to you for speaking so; but you don't really think as he has come to harm?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I hope not, Dick; I hope not; but smugglers don't stand at anything sometimes.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_12": "[Illustration]\n\n\"I know that now sir,\" Chris replied solemnly. <|Q|>\"I asked for trouble that time.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes,\" agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, \"You did. Too bad,\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\" he said.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_13": "\"I know that now sir,\" Chris replied solemnly. \"I asked for trouble that time.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes,\"<|Q|> agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, \"You did. Too bad,\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\" he said.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_11": "They got it. Hoodlums began moving elsewhere, toward easier pickings.\n\nGordon turned his entire pay over to Sheila; at current prices, it would barely keep them in food for a week. <|Q|>\"I told you you had a punched meal ticket,\"<|Q|> he said bitterly.\n\n\"We'll live,\" she answered him. \"I got a job today -- barmaid, on your beat, where being your wife helps.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_13": "He could think of nothing to say to it; but after supper, he went to Izzy's room to arrange for a raid on Municipal territory. Such small raids were nominally on the excuse of extending the boundaries, but actually they were out-and-out looting.\n\nHe came back to find her cleaning up, and shoved her away. <|Q|>\"Go to bed. You look beat. I'll sand these.\"<|Q|>\n\nShe started to protest, then let him take over.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_16": "\"I know that now sir,\" Chris replied solemnly. \"I asked for trouble that time.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, \"You did. Too bad,\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. <|Q|>\"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\"<|Q|> he said. \"So I came down with the ointment for your poisoned wound.\"\n\n\"Poisoned wound, sir?\" Chris whispered, suddenly feeling much worse than he had before.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_15": "\"I know that now sir,\" Chris replied solemnly. \"I asked for trouble that time.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, \"You did. Too bad,\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. <|Q|>\"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\" he said. \"So I came down with the ointment for your poisoned wound.\"\n\n\"Poisoned wound, sir?\" Chris whispered, suddenly feeling much worse than he had before.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_17": "\" agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, \"You did. Too bad,\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\" he said. <|Q|>\"So I came down with the ointment for your poisoned wound.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Poisoned wound, sir?\" Chris whispered, suddenly feeling much worse than he had before.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_18": "\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\" he said. \"So I came down with the ointment for your poisoned wound.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Poisoned wound, sir?\"<|Q|> Chris whispered, suddenly feeling much worse than he had before.\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_15": "Gordon and Izzy found the lead truck and led the way. They neared the bar where Sheila was working, and Bruce Gordon swore. She was running toward the center of the street, frantically trying to flag him down, and he barely managed to swerve around her. \"Damned fool!\" he muttered.\n\nIzzy's pock-marked face soured for a second as he stared at Gordon. <|Q|>\"The princess? She sure is.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe crew at the barricade had been alerted, and now began clearing it aside hastily, while others kept up a covering fire against the few Municipals. The trucks wheeled through, and Gordon dropped back to let scout trucks go ahead and pick off any rash enough to head for the call boxes. They couldn't prevent advance warning, but they could delay and minimize it.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_19": "[Illustration]\n\nMr. Wicker sighed. <|Q|>\"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear,\"<|Q|> he said smiling his reassurance, \"the ointment I have put on will take care of that too, and your cut will be closed and healed before the day is over. What is unfortunately more lasting,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"is Mr. Chew's memory. Well\" -- and Mr. Wicker shrugged his shoulders -- \"there's no help for what is done. Use caution in the future, Christopher. That is all I ask.\"\n\n\"I shall, sir!\" Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_20": "\"Look here, my lad, one of our boys is missing. Came ashore yesterday, lad of seventeen in a red cap.\"\n\n\"Oh!\" said Jemmy with a vacant look. <|Q|>\"Don't mean him as come with you, do you?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I said a lad 'bout seventeen, in a red cap like yours,\" said Gurr very shortly.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_22": "\"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear,\" he said smiling his reassurance, \"the ointment I have put on will take care of that too, and your cut will be closed and healed before the day is over. What is unfortunately more lasting,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"is Mr. Chew's memory. Well\" -- and Mr. Wicker shrugged his shoulders -- <|Q|>\"there's no help for what is done. Use caution in the future, Christopher. That is all I ask.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I shall, sir!\" Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_22": "\"Lucky we found a good car to steal,\" Mother Corey wheezed. He was puffing now, mopping rivulets of perspiration from his face. \"I'm getting old, cobbers. Once I broke every strong-man record on Earth -- still stand, too. But not now. Senile!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You didn't have to come,\"<|Q|> Izzy said.\n\n\"When my own granddaughter comes crying for help? When she finally admits she needs her old grandfather?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_21": "They were through too fast to draw fire from the busy groups of battle-crazed men, leaping across the square and into the first side street they could find. Then she slowed, and headed for the main street back to Legal territory.\n\n\"Lucky we found a good car to steal,\" Mother Corey wheezed. He was puffing now, mopping rivulets of perspiration from his face. <|Q|>\"I'm getting old, cobbers. Once I broke every strong-man record on Earth -- still stand, too. But not now. Senile!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You didn't have to come,\" Izzy said.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_49": "Sir Risdon dared not trust himself to speak, but darted an agonised glance at his wife.\n\n\"However, sir, I'm not on that sort of business now,\" continued Gurr sternly. <|Q|>\"Want to find that boy. Good day. Now, my lads.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe men marched off, and Sir Risdon stood watching them.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_52": "\"I loathe the whole business, but when I saw my wife and child suffering almost from want of the very necessaries of life, and the temptation came in the shape of presents from that man, I could not resist -- I was too weak. I listened to his insidious persuasion, and tried to make myself believe that I was guiltless, as I owned no fealty to King George. But I am justly punished, and never again will I allow myself to be made an accessory to these lawless deeds.\"\n\n\"But tell me,\" she whispered, <|Q|>\"have they any of their goods secreted there now?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I do not know.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_25": "Izzy grunted suddenly. \"Gov'nor, if you're right, and the plain gees pay my salary, who's paying me to start fighting other cops? Or is it maybe that somebody isn't being exactly honest with the scratch they lift from the gees?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"We still have to eat,\"<|Q|> Gordon said bitterly. \"And to eat, we'll go on doing what we're told.\"\n\nChapter XIV", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_0": "Before a new day, in my room, had fully broken, my eyes opened to Mrs. Grose, who had come to my bedside with worse news. Flora was so markedly feverish that an illness was perhaps at hand; she had passed a night of extreme unrest, a night agitated above all by fears that had for their subject not in the least her former, but wholly her present, governess. It was not against the possible re-entrance of Miss Jessel on the scene that she protested \u2014 it was conspicuously and passionately against mine. I was promptly on my feet of course, and with an immense deal to ask; the more that my friend had discernibly now girded her loins to meet me once more. This I felt as soon as I had put to her the question of her sense of the child\u2019s sincerity as against my own. <|Q|>\u201cShe persists in denying to you that she saw, or has ever seen, anything?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy visitor\u2019s trouble, truly, was great. \u201cAh, miss, it isn\u2019t a matter on which I can push her! Yet it isn\u2019t either, I must say, as if I much needed to. It has made her, every inch of her, quite old.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_1": "Before a new day, in my room, had fully broken, my eyes opened to Mrs. Grose, who had come to my bedside with worse news. Flora was so markedly feverish that an illness was perhaps at hand; she had passed a night of extreme unrest, a night agitated above all by fears that had for their subject not in the least her former, but wholly her present, governess. It was not against the possible re-entrance of Miss Jessel on the scene that she protested \u2014 it was conspicuously and passionately against mine. I was promptly on my feet of course, and with an immense deal to ask; the more that my friend had discernibly now girded her loins to meet me once more. This I felt as soon as I had put to her the question of her sense of the child\u2019s sincerity as against my own. \u201cShe persists in denying to you that she saw, or has ever seen, anything?\u201d\n\nMy visitor\u2019s trouble, truly, was great. <|Q|>\u201cAh, miss, it isn\u2019t a matter on which I can push her! Yet it isn\u2019t either, I must say, as if I much needed to. It has made her, every inch of her, quite old.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, I see her perfectly from here. She resents, for all the world like some high little personage, the imputation on her truthfulness and, as it were, her respectability. \u2018Miss Jessel indeed \u2014 she!\u2019 Ah, she\u2019s \u2018respectable,\u2019 the chit! The impression she gave me there yesterday was, I assure you, the very strangest of all; it was quite beyond any of the others. I did put my foot in it! She\u2019ll never speak to me again.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_4": "And before they knew it they had all, including even the habitually grave Mr. Wicker, burst into another shout of laughter. Mr. Wicker soon stopped, however, and reached back into the pocket in the flap of his coattails. When he drew out his hand it held a small glass box. With unhurried gestures Mr. Wicker's fine fingers took off the lid.\n\n<|Q|>\"What a fortunate coincidence that I happened by just at this time,\"<|Q|> he said casually, \"and that I have with me such an excellent ointment.\" Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.\n\n\"This will help to stop the bleeding, my boy,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"and take away the pain. It hastens the cure,\" he went on, lightly applying the ointment to the wound.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_29": "\"Nay, you don't understand,\" grumbled Dick. \"I mean to have a turn at that chap, Master Gurr, sir. I feel as if I had him for 'bout quarter hour I could knock something out of him.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Nonsense! Come along. Now, my lads, forward!\"<|Q|>\n\nJemmy Dadd's countenance changed from its vacant aspect to one full of cunning, as the party from the cutter moved off, but it became dull and semi-idiotic again, for Gurr turned sharply round.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_3": "He seemed genuinely pleased as Gordon nodded, and then dropped it, to point to Randolph. \"Guess what, gov'nor. The Legals bought Randy's Crusader. Traded him an old job press and a bag of scratch for his reputation.\"\n\n\"You'll be late, Izzy,\" Randolph said quietly. Gordon suddenly realized that Randolph, like everyone else, seemed to be Izzy's friend. He watched the little man leave, and reached out for the menu. Randolph picked it out of his hand. <|Q|>\"You've got a wife home, muckraker. You don't have to eat this filth.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon got up, grimacing at the obvious dismissal. But the publisher motioned him back again.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_4": "Hideous and obscure as it all was, it held Mrs. Grose briefly silent; then she granted my point with a frankness which, I made sure, had more behind it. \u201cI think indeed, miss, she never will. She do have a grand manner about it!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd that manner\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 I summed it up \u2014 \u201cis practically what\u2019s the matter with her now!\u201d\n\nOh, that manner, I could see in my visitor\u2019s face, and not a little else besides! \u201cShe asks me every three minutes if I think you\u2019re coming in.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_8": "\" he said casually, \"and that I have with me such an excellent ointment.\" Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.\n\n\"This will help to stop the bleeding, my boy,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"and take away the pain. It hastens the cure,\" he went on, lightly applying the ointment to the wound. <|Q|>\"In an hour you will scarcely know it happened,\"<|Q|> he concluded.\n\nSeeing the color seep back into Chris's cheeks, the men touched their caps to Mr. Wicker and went back to their interrupted tasks. Ned Cilley, with his hand on Amos's shoulder, moved off to point out some detail of the Mirabelle, and Chris and Mr. Wicker were left alone. Mr. Wicker looked down kindly at the boy, but there was a sadness also in his face.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_7": "\"What a fortunate coincidence that I happened by just at this time,\" he said casually, \"and that I have with me such an excellent ointment.\" Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.\n\n\"This will help to stop the bleeding, my boy,\" said Mr. Wicker, <|Q|>\"and take away the pain. It hastens the cure,\"<|Q|> he went on, lightly applying the ointment to the wound. \"In an hour you will scarcely know it happened,\" he concluded.\n\nSeeing the color seep back into Chris's cheeks, the men touched their caps to Mr. Wicker and went back to their interrupted tasks. Ned Cilley, with his hand on Amos's shoulder, moved off to point out some detail of the Mirabelle, and Chris and Mr. Wicker were left alone. Mr. Wicker looked down kindly at the boy, but there was a sadness also in his face.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_8": "Oh, that manner, I could see in my visitor\u2019s face, and not a little else besides! \u201cShe asks me every three minutes if I think you\u2019re coming in.\u201d\n\n\u201cI see \u2014 I see.\u201d I, too, on my side, had so much more than worked it out. <|Q|>\u201cHas she said to you since yesterday \u2014 except to repudiate her familiarity with anything so dreadful \u2014 a single other word about Miss Jessel?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNot one, miss. And of course you know,\u201d my friend added, \u201cI took it from her, by the lake, that, just then and there at least, there was nobody.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_10": "\u201cI see \u2014 I see.\u201d I, too, on my side, had so much more than worked it out. \u201cHas she said to you since yesterday \u2014 except to repudiate her familiarity with anything so dreadful \u2014 a single other word about Miss Jessel?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot one, miss. And of course you know,\u201d my friend added, <|Q|>\u201cI took it from her, by the lake, that, just then and there at least, there was nobody.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cRather! and, naturally, you take it from her still.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_10": "Seeing the color seep back into Chris's cheeks, the men touched their caps to Mr. Wicker and went back to their interrupted tasks. Ned Cilley, with his hand on Amos's shoulder, moved off to point out some detail of the Mirabelle, and Chris and Mr. Wicker were left alone. Mr. Wicker looked down kindly at the boy, but there was a sadness also in his face.\n\n\"Perhaps,\" he said as if to himself, \"I have set you too great a task, my poor Christopher, for you are but a boy.\" He laid his hand on Chris's arm. <|Q|>\"You are a boy, but what lies before you is a man's task, and no mistake. You cannot in the future allow yourself the luxury of such childish enjoyments as a laugh at Claggett Chew, or his friend!\"<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_35": "An argument which did not have much force when self-applied, for Dick suddenly recollected that he was very skilful with the scissors, and knew that he was the regular barber of the crew, and as this came to his mind he took off his cap and gave his head a vicious scratch.\n\n\"Never mind the rabbits, lads,\" cried Gurr angrily; <|Q|>\"we want to find Mr Raystoke.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe men closed up together, and mastered their desire to go hunting, to make a change from the salt beef and pork fare, and soon after they came suddenly upon Sir Risdon and his lady, the latter, who looked weak and ill, leaning on her husband's arm.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_15": "\u201cYes, miss; but to what end?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, that of dealing with me to her uncle. She\u2019ll make me out to him the lowest creature \u2014 !\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI winced at the fair show of the scene in Mrs. Grose\u2019s face; she looked for a minute as if she sharply saw them together. \u201cAnd him who thinks so well of you!\u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_38": "\"No,\" said Sir Risdon. \"I have seen no one answering to the description here.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Beg pardon, sir, but can you, as a gentleman, assure me that he is not here?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Certainly,\" said Sir Risdon. \"You have seen no one?\" he continued, turning to Lady Graeme.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_41": "\"It is hardly right to enlist me in the search for one of your deserters,\" said Sir Risdon coldly.\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes, sir, but he is not a deserter; and the fact is, we are afraid the lad has run alongside o' the smugglers, and come to grief.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Surely!\" cried Sir Risdon excitedly. \"No, no, -- you must be mistaken. A boyish prank. No one about here would injure a boy.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_14": "They never made the looting raid. The next morning, they arrived at the Precinct house to find men milling around the bulletin board, buzzing over an announcement there. Apparently, Chief Justice Arliss had broken with the Wayne administration, and the mimeographed form was a legal ruling that Wayne was no longer Mayor, since the charter had been voided. He was charged with inciting a riot, and a warrant had been issued for his arrest.\n\nHendrix appeared finally. \"All right, men,\" he shouted. <|Q|>\"You all see it. We're going to arrest Wayne. By jingo, they can't say we ain't legal now! Every odd-numbered shield goes from every precinct. Gordon, Isaacs -- you two been talking big about law and order. Here's the warrant. Take it and arrest Wayne!\"<|Q|>\n\nIt took nearly an hour to get the plans settled, but finally they headed for the trucks that had been arriving. Most of them belonged to Nick the Croop, who had apparently decided the Legals would win.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_17": "I winced at the fair show of the scene in Mrs. Grose\u2019s face; she looked for a minute as if she sharply saw them together. \u201cAnd him who thinks so well of you!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe has an odd way \u2014 it comes over me now,\u201d<|Q|> I laughed, \u201c \u2014 of proving it! But that doesn\u2019t matter. What Flora wants, of course, is to get rid of me.\u201d\n\nMy companion bravely concurred. \u201cNever again to so much as look at you.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_19": "My companion bravely concurred. \u201cNever again to so much as look at you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo that what you\u2019ve come to me now for,\u201d<|Q|> I asked, \u201cis to speed me on my way?\u201d Before she had time to reply, however, I had her in check. \u201cI\u2019ve a better idea \u2014 the result of my reflections. My going would seem the right thing, and on Sunday I was terribly near it. Yet that won\u2019t do. It\u2019s you who must go. You must take Flora.\u201d\n\nMy visitor, at this, did speculate. \u201cBut where in the world \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_20": "[Illustration]\n\nMr. Wicker sighed. \"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear,\" he said smiling his reassurance, <|Q|>\"the ointment I have put on will take care of that too, and your cut will be closed and healed before the day is over. What is unfortunately more lasting,\"<|Q|> said Mr. Wicker, \"is Mr. Chew's memory. Well\" -- and Mr. Wicker shrugged his shoulders -- \"there's no help for what is done. Use caution in the future, Christopher. That is all I ask.\"\n\n\"I shall, sir!\" Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_20": "My companion bravely concurred. \u201cNever again to so much as look at you.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo that what you\u2019ve come to me now for,\u201d I asked, <|Q|>\u201cis to speed me on my way?\u201d<|Q|> Before she had time to reply, however, I had her in check. \u201cI\u2019ve a better idea \u2014 the result of my reflections. My going would seem the right thing, and on Sunday I was terribly near it. Yet that won\u2019t do. It\u2019s you who must go. You must take Flora.\u201d\n\nMy visitor, at this, did speculate. \u201cBut where in the world \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_21": "\"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear,\" he said smiling his reassurance, \"the ointment I have put on will take care of that too, and your cut will be closed and healed before the day is over. What is unfortunately more lasting,\" said Mr. Wicker, <|Q|>\"is Mr. Chew's memory. Well\"<|Q|> -- and Mr. Wicker shrugged his shoulders -- \"there's no help for what is done. Use caution in the future, Christopher. That is all I ask.\"\n\n\"I shall, sir!\" Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_21": "My companion bravely concurred. \u201cNever again to so much as look at you.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo that what you\u2019ve come to me now for,\u201d I asked, \u201cis to speed me on my way?\u201d Before she had time to reply, however, I had her in check. <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ve a better idea \u2014 the result of my reflections. My going would seem the right thing, and on Sunday I was terribly near it. Yet that won\u2019t do. It\u2019s you who must go. You must take Flora.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy visitor, at this, did speculate. \u201cBut where in the world \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_19": "Izzy leaped for the machine gun and yanked it from dead hands, while the cops slowly began raising their arms. Wayne sat petrified, staring unbelievingly, and Gordon drew out the warrant. \"Wayne, you're under arrest!\"\n\nTrench moved forward, his hands in the air, but with no mark of surprise or fear on his face. <|Q|>\"So the bad pennies turn up. You damned fools, you should have stuck. I had big plans for you, Gordon. I've still got them, if you don't insist...\"<|Q|>\n\nHis hands whipped down savagely toward his hips and came up sharply! Gordon spun, and the gun leaped in his hands, while the submachine gun jerked forward and clicked on an empty chamber. Trench was tumbling forward to avoid the shot, but he twitched as a bullet creased his shoulder. Then he was upright, waving empty hands at them, with the thin smile on his face deepening. He'd had no guns.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_25": "\"I shall, sir!\" Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.\n\n\"Enjoy yourself the rest of the day, my boy,\" Mr. Wicker urged. <|Q|>\"But be constantly on the alert and look in all directions. Here,\"<|Q|> he said putting his hand in his pocket, \"take these few coins in case you should need them. Now find Amos, and be off with you!\"\n\nAlthough Chris would have liked to investigate all the wharves and see as many of the vessels as he could, he understood the warning given him by Mr. Wicker. So with Amos he moved away from the scenes he preferred, taking the first road he saw leading off Water Street.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_24": "\"I shall, sir!\" Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.\n\n<|Q|>\"Enjoy yourself the rest of the day, my boy,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker urged. \"But be constantly on the alert and look in all directions. Here,\" he said putting his hand in his pocket, \"take these few coins in case you should need them. Now find Amos, and be off with you!\"\n\nAlthough Chris would have liked to investigate all the wharves and see as many of the vessels as he could, he understood the warning given him by Mr. Wicker. So with Amos he moved away from the scenes he preferred, taking the first road he saw leading off Water Street.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_27": "Chris turned and led Amos to where he half expected to see his mother's house. But where his house would stand in some future year, nothing was to be seen but a dense grove of trees growing along the top of a little rise of ground. Someone had once built a fire at the corner, where his front door would one day be. Chris kicked idly at the ashes and picked up a metal button blackened by the fire.\n\n<|Q|>\"What you-all looking for?\"<|Q|> patient Amos asked.\n\n\"Just something I hoped I'd find,\" Chris answered, filled with a sense of desolation.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_29": "She looked at me hard. \u201cDo you think he \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWon\u2019t, if he has the chance, turn on me? Yes, I venture still to think it. At all events, I want to try. Get off with his sister as soon as possible and leave me with him alone.\u201d<|Q|> I was amazed, myself, at the spirit I had still in reserve, and therefore perhaps a trifle the more disconcerted at the way in which, in spite of this fine example of it, she hesitated. \u201cThere\u2019s one thing, of course,\u201d I went on: \u201cthey mustn\u2019t, before she goes, see each other for three seconds.\u201d Then it came over me that, in spite of Flora\u2019s presumable sequestration from the instant of her return from the pool, it might already be too late. \u201cDo you mean,\u201d I anxiously asked,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_28": "\"What you-all looking for?\" patient Amos asked.\n\n<|Q|>\"Just something I hoped I'd find,\"<|Q|> Chris answered, filled with a sense of desolation.\n\nThen he made himself remember that his house had yet to be built, and aware of the hollowness of his stomach, he said to Amos: \"Must be lunch time. Let's go down to the creek to eat.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_2": "In spite of the pain Chris managed a grin as he took the handkerchief from his chin to bare the deep, cruel cut.\n\n<|Q|>\"But truly sir,\"<|Q|> he ended, \"I never saw anything like Osterbridge Hawsey before. He's a dilly!\"\n\nAnd before they knew it they had all, including even the habitually grave Mr. Wicker, burst into another shout of laughter. Mr. Wicker soon stopped, however, and reached back into the pocket in the flap of his coattails. When he drew out his hand it held a small glass box. With unhurried gestures Mr. Wicker's fine fingers took off the lid.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_30": "\u201cDo you think he \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n\u201cWon\u2019t, if he has the chance, turn on me? Yes, I venture still to think it. At all events, I want to try. Get off with his sister as soon as possible and leave me with him alone.\u201d I was amazed, myself, at the spirit I had still in reserve, and therefore perhaps a trifle the more disconcerted at the way in which, in spite of this fine example of it, she hesitated. <|Q|>\u201cThere\u2019s one thing, of course,\u201d<|Q|> I went on: \u201cthey mustn\u2019t, before she goes, see each other for three seconds.\u201d Then it came over me that, in spite of Flora\u2019s presumable sequestration from the instant of her return from the pool, it might already be too late. \u201cDo you mean,\u201d I anxiously asked, \u201cthat they have met?\u201d\n\nAt this she quite flushed. \u201cAh, miss, I\u2019m not such a fool as that! If I\u2019ve been obliged to leave her three or four times, it has been each time with one of the maids, and at present, though she\u2019s alone, she\u2019s locked in safe. And yet \u2014 and yet", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_3": "\u201cOh, I see her perfectly from here. She resents, for all the world like some high little personage, the imputation on her truthfulness and, as it were, her respectability. \u2018Miss Jessel indeed \u2014 she!\u2019 Ah, she\u2019s \u2018respectable,\u2019 the chit! The impression she gave me there yesterday was, I assure you, the very strangest of all; it was quite beyond any of the others. I did put my foot in it! She\u2019ll never speak to me again.\u201d\n\nHideous and obscure as it all was, it held Mrs. Grose briefly silent; then she granted my point with a frankness which, I made sure, had more behind it. <|Q|>\u201cI think indeed, miss, she never will. She do have a grand manner about it!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd that manner\u201d \u2014 I summed it up \u2014 \u201cis practically what\u2019s the matter with her now!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_6": "\u201cAnd that manner\u201d \u2014 I summed it up \u2014 \u201cis practically what\u2019s the matter with her now!\u201d\n\nOh, that manner, I could see in my visitor\u2019s face, and not a little else besides! <|Q|>\u201cShe asks me every three minutes if I think you\u2019re coming in.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI see \u2014 I see.\u201d I, too, on my side, had so much more than worked it out. \u201cHas she said to you since yesterday \u2014 except to repudiate her familiarity with anything so dreadful \u2014 a single other word about Miss Jessel?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_5": "Hideous and obscure as it all was, it held Mrs. Grose briefly silent; then she granted my point with a frankness which, I made sure, had more behind it. \u201cI think indeed, miss, she never will. She do have a grand manner about it!\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd that manner\u201d \u2014 I summed it up \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cis practically what\u2019s the matter with her now!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nOh, that manner, I could see in my visitor\u2019s face, and not a little else besides! \u201cShe asks me every three minutes if I think you\u2019re coming in.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_6": "\"What a fortunate coincidence that I happened by just at this time,\" he said casually, \"and that I have with me such an excellent ointment.\" Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.\n\n<|Q|>\"This will help to stop the bleeding, my boy,\"<|Q|> said Mr. Wicker, \"and take away the pain. It hastens the cure,\" he went on, lightly applying the ointment to the wound. \"In an hour you will scarcely know it happened,\" he concluded.\n\nSeeing the color seep back into Chris's cheeks, the men touched their caps to Mr. Wicker and went back to their interrupted tasks. Ned Cilley, with his hand on Amos's shoulder, moved off to point out some detail of the Mirabelle, and Chris and Mr. Wicker were left alone. Mr. Wicker looked down kindly at the boy, but there was a sadness also in his face.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_38": "Mrs. Grose looked hard, through the window, at the gray, gathering day. \u201cAnd did it come?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, though I waited and waited, I confess it didn\u2019t, and it was without a breach of the silence or so much as a faint allusion to his sister\u2019s condition and absence that we at last kissed for good night. All the same,\u201d<|Q|> I continued, \u201cI can\u2019t, if her uncle sees her, consent to his seeing her brother without my having given the boy \u2014 and most of all because things have got so bad \u2014 a little more time.\u201d\n\nMy friend appeared on this ground more reluctant than I could quite understand. \u201cWhat do you mean by more time?\u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_31": "\"Eh?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I say, where's your master?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Aren't in; mebbe he's out in the fields.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_9": "\u201cI see \u2014 I see.\u201d I, too, on my side, had so much more than worked it out. \u201cHas she said to you since yesterday \u2014 except to repudiate her familiarity with anything so dreadful \u2014 a single other word about Miss Jessel?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNot one, miss. And of course you know,\u201d<|Q|> my friend added, \u201cI took it from her, by the lake, that, just then and there at least, there was nobody.\u201d\n\n\u201cRather! and, naturally, you take it from her still.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_11": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"I know that now sir,\"<|Q|> Chris replied solemnly. \"I asked for trouble that time.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, \"You did. Too bad,\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_43": "\u201cWell, a day or two \u2014 really to bring it out. He\u2019ll then be on my side \u2014 of which you see the importance. If nothing comes, I shall only fail, and you will, at the worst, have helped me by doing, on your arrival in town, whatever you may have found possible.\u201d So I put it before her, but she continued for a little so inscrutably embarrassed that I came again to her aid. \u201cUnless, indeed,\u201d I wound up, <|Q|>\u201cyou really want not to go.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI could see it, in her face, at last clear itself; she put out her hand to me as a pledge. \u201cI\u2019ll go \u2014 I\u2019ll go. I\u2019ll go this morning.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_12": "\u201cRather! and, naturally, you take it from her still.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t contradict her. What else can I do?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNothing in the world! You\u2019ve the cleverest little person to deal with. They\u2019ve made them \u2014 their two friends, I mean \u2014 still cleverer even than nature did; for it was wondrous material to play on! Flora has now her grievance, and she\u2019ll work it to the end.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_14": "\u201cNothing in the world! You\u2019ve the cleverest little person to deal with. They\u2019ve made them \u2014 their two friends, I mean \u2014 still cleverer even than nature did; for it was wondrous material to play on! Flora has now her grievance, and she\u2019ll work it to the end.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, miss; but to what end?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, that of dealing with me to her uncle. She\u2019ll make me out to him the lowest creature \u2014 !\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_14": "\"I know that now sir,\" Chris replied solemnly. \"I asked for trouble that time.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, <|Q|>\"You did. Too bad,\"<|Q|> he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\" he said. \"So I came down with the ointment for your poisoned wound.\"\n\n\"Poisoned wound, sir", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_16": "\u201cWhy, that of dealing with me to her uncle. She\u2019ll make me out to him the lowest creature \u2014 !\u201d\n\nI winced at the fair show of the scene in Mrs. Grose\u2019s face; she looked for a minute as if she sharply saw them together. <|Q|>\u201cAnd him who thinks so well of you!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHe has an odd way \u2014 it comes over me now,\u201d I laughed, \u201c \u2014 of proving it! But that doesn\u2019t matter. What Flora wants, of course, is to get rid of me.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_16": "They were near the big Municipal building when they came to the first real opposition, and it was obviously hastily assembled. The scouts took care of most of the trouble, though a few shots pinged against the truck Gordon was driving.\n\n\"Rifles!\" Izzy commented in disgust. <|Q|>\"They'll ruin the dome yet. Why can't they stick to knives?\"<|Q|>\n\nHe was studying a map of the big building, picking their best entrance. Ahead, trucks formed a sort of V formation as they reached the grounds around it and began bulling their way through the groups that were trying to organize a defense. Gordon found his way cleared and shot through, emerging behind the defense and driving at full speed toward the entrance Izzy pointed out.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_18": "\u201cHe has an odd way \u2014 it comes over me now,\u201d I laughed, \u201c \u2014 of proving it! But that doesn\u2019t matter. What Flora wants, of course, is to get rid of me.\u201d\n\nMy companion bravely concurred. <|Q|>\u201cNever again to so much as look at you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSo that what you\u2019ve come to me now for,\u201d I asked, \u201cis to speed me on my way?\u201d Before she had time to reply, however, I had her in check. \u201cI\u2019ve a better idea \u2014 the result of my reflections. My going would seem the right thing, and on Sunday I was terribly near it. Yet that won\u2019t do. It\u2019s you who must go. You must take Flora.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_50": "\u201cHeard?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFrom that child \u2014 horrors! There!\u201d<|Q|> she sighed with tragic relief. \u201cOn my honor, miss, she says things \u2014 !\u201d But at this evocation she broke down; she dropped, with a sudden sob, upon my sofa and, as I had seen her do before, gave way to all the grief of it.\n\nIt was quite in another manner that I, for my part, let myself go. \u201cOh, thank God!\u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_17": "Mrs Shackle shook her head.\n\n\"Thank ye! -- No, Dick,\" continued the master, turning back to where the men were waiting, and unconsciously brushing against the bush behind which the middy had hidden himself, <|Q|>\"that woman knows nothing. If she knew evil had come to the poor lad, her face would tell tales like print. Hi! You, sir,\"<|Q|> he said, going towards where Jemmy stood grinning.\n\n\"Mornin',\" said Jemmy; \"come arter some more milk?\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_23": "My visitor, at this, did speculate. \u201cBut where in the world \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAway from here. Away from them. Away, even most of all, now, from me. Straight to her uncle.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOnly to tell on you \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_51": "\u201cHeard?\u201d\n\n\u201cFrom that child \u2014 horrors! There!\u201d she sighed with tragic relief. <|Q|>\u201cOn my honor, miss, she says things \u2014 !\u201d<|Q|> But at this evocation she broke down; she dropped, with a sudden sob, upon my sofa and, as I had seen her do before, gave way to all the grief of it.\n\nIt was quite in another manner that I, for my part, let myself go. \u201cOh, thank God!\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_23": "\"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear,\" he said smiling his reassurance, \"the ointment I have put on will take care of that too, and your cut will be closed and healed before the day is over. What is unfortunately more lasting,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"is Mr. Chew's memory. Well\" -- and Mr. Wicker shrugged his shoulders -- \"there's no help for what is done. Use caution in the future, Christopher. That is all I ask.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I shall, sir!\"<|Q|> Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.\n\n\"Enjoy yourself the rest of the day, my boy,\" Mr. Wicker urged. \"But be constantly on the alert and look in all directions. Here,\" he said putting his hand in his pocket, \"take these few coins in case you should need them. Now find Amos, and be off with you!\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_24": "\u201cAway from here. Away from them. Away, even most of all, now, from me. Straight to her uncle.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOnly to tell on you \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, not \u2018only\u2019! To leave me, in addition, with my remedy.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_25": "\u201cOnly to tell on you \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, not \u2018only\u2019! To leave me, in addition, with my remedy.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe was still vague. \u201cAnd what is your remedy?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_57": "I couldn\u2019t have desired more emphasis, but I just hesitated. \u201cShe\u2019s so horrible?\u201d\n\nI saw my colleague scarce knew how to put it. <|Q|>\u201cReally shocking.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd about me?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_26": "\u201cNo, not \u2018only\u2019! To leave me, in addition, with my remedy.\u201d\n\nShe was still vague. <|Q|>\u201cAnd what is your remedy?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYour loyalty, to begin with. And then Miles\u2019s.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_58": "I saw my colleague scarce knew how to put it. \u201cReally shocking.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd about me?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAbout you, miss \u2014 since you must have it. It\u2019s beyond everything, for a young lady; and I can\u2019t think wherever she must have picked up \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_26": "\"I shall, sir!\" Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.\n\n\"Enjoy yourself the rest of the day, my boy,\" Mr. Wicker urged. \"But be constantly on the alert and look in all directions. Here,\" he said putting his hand in his pocket, <|Q|>\"take these few coins in case you should need them. Now find Amos, and be off with you!\"<|Q|>\n\nAlthough Chris would have liked to investigate all the wharves and see as many of the vessels as he could, he understood the warning given him by Mr. Wicker. So with Amos he moved away from the scenes he preferred, taking the first road he saw leading off Water Street.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_59": "\u201cAbout you, miss \u2014 since you must have it. It\u2019s beyond everything, for a young lady; and I can\u2019t think wherever she must have picked up \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe appalling language she applied to me? I can, then!\u201d<|Q|> I broke in with a laugh that was doubtless significant enough.\n\nIt only, in truth, left my friend still more grave. \u201cWell, perhaps I ought to also \u2014 since I\u2019ve heard some of it before! Yet I can\u2019t bear it,\u201d the poor woman went on while, with the same movement, she glanced, on my dressing table, at the face of my watch. \u201cBut I must go back.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_32": "\u201d I was amazed, myself, at the spirit I had still in reserve, and therefore perhaps a trifle the more disconcerted at the way in which, in spite of this fine example of it, she hesitated. \u201cThere\u2019s one thing, of course,\u201d I went on: \u201cthey mustn\u2019t, before she goes, see each other for three seconds.\u201d Then it came over me that, in spite of Flora\u2019s presumable sequestration from the instant of her return from the pool, it might already be too late. \u201cDo you mean,\u201d I anxiously asked, <|Q|>\u201cthat they have met?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAt this she quite flushed. \u201cAh, miss, I\u2019m not such a fool as that! If I\u2019ve been obliged to leave her three or four times, it has been each time with one of the maids, and at present, though she\u2019s alone, she\u2019s locked in safe. And yet \u2014 and yet!\u201d There were too many things.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_31": "\u201cWon\u2019t, if he has the chance, turn on me? Yes, I venture still to think it. At all events, I want to try. Get off with his sister as soon as possible and leave me with him alone.\u201d I was amazed, myself, at the spirit I had still in reserve, and therefore perhaps a trifle the more disconcerted at the way in which, in spite of this fine example of it, she hesitated. \u201cThere\u2019s one thing, of course,\u201d I went on: <|Q|>\u201cthey mustn\u2019t, before she goes, see each other for three seconds.\u201d<|Q|> Then it came over me that, in spite of Flora\u2019s presumable sequestration from the instant of her return from the pool, it might already be too late. \u201cDo you mean,\u201d I anxiously asked, \u201cthat they have met?\u201d\n\nAt this she quite flushed. \u201cAh, miss, I\u2019m not such a fool as that! If I\u2019ve been obliged to leave her three or four times, it has been each time with one of the maids, and at present, though she\u2019s alone, she\u2019s locked in safe. And yet \u2014 and yet", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_34": "At this she quite flushed. \u201cAh, miss, I\u2019m not such a fool as that! If I\u2019ve been obliged to leave her three or four times, it has been each time with one of the maids, and at present, though she\u2019s alone, she\u2019s locked in safe. And yet \u2014 and yet!\u201d There were too many things.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd yet what?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, are you so sure of the little gentleman?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_65": "\u201cShe may be different? She may be free?\u201d I seized her almost with joy. \u201cThen, in spite of yesterday, you believe \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIn such doings?\u201d<|Q|> Her simple description of them required, in the light of her expression, to be carried no further, and she gave me the whole thing as she had never done. \u201cI believe.\u201d\n\nYes, it was a joy, and we were still shoulder to shoulder: if I might continue sure of that I should care but little what else happened. My support in the presence of disaster would be the same as it had been in my early need of confidence, and if my friend would answer for my honesty, I would answer for all the rest. On the point of taking leave of her, nonetheless, I was to some extent embarrassed.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_35": "\u201cAnd yet what?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, are you so sure of the little gentleman?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI\u2019m not sure of anything but you. But I have, since last evening, a new hope. I think he wants to give me an opening. I do believe that \u2014 poor little exquisite wretch! \u2014 he wants to speak. Last evening, in the firelight and the silence, he sat with me for two hours as if it were just coming.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_37": "\u201cI\u2019m not sure of anything but you. But I have, since last evening, a new hope. I think he wants to give me an opening. I do believe that \u2014 poor little exquisite wretch! \u2014 he wants to speak. Last evening, in the firelight and the silence, he sat with me for two hours as if it were just coming.\u201d\n\nMrs. Grose looked hard, through the window, at the gray, gathering day. <|Q|>\u201cAnd did it come?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, though I waited and waited, I confess it didn\u2019t, and it was without a breach of the silence or so much as a faint allusion to his sister\u2019s condition and absence that we at last kissed for good night. All the same,\u201d I continued, \u201cI can\u2019t, if her uncle sees her, consent to his seeing her brother without my having given the boy \u2014 and most of all because things have got so bad \u2014 a little more time.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_70": "\u201cGoodness knows! Master Miles \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo you mean he took it?\u201d<|Q|> I gasped.\n\nShe hung fire, but she overcame her reluctance. \u201cI mean that I saw yesterday, when I came back with Miss Flora, that it wasn\u2019t where you had put it. Later in the evening I had the chance to question Luke, and he declared that he had neither noticed nor touched it.\u201d We could only exchange, on this, one of our deeper mutual soundings, and it was Mrs. Grose who first brought up the plumb with an almost elated \u201cYou see!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_39": "Mrs. Grose looked hard, through the window, at the gray, gathering day. \u201cAnd did it come?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, though I waited and waited, I confess it didn\u2019t, and it was without a breach of the silence or so much as a faint allusion to his sister\u2019s condition and absence that we at last kissed for good night. All the same,\u201d I continued, <|Q|>\u201cI can\u2019t, if her uncle sees her, consent to his seeing her brother without my having given the boy \u2014 and most of all because things have got so bad \u2014 a little more time.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy friend appeared on this ground more reluctant than I could quite understand. \u201cWhat do you mean by more time?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_40": "\u201cNo, though I waited and waited, I confess it didn\u2019t, and it was without a breach of the silence or so much as a faint allusion to his sister\u2019s condition and absence that we at last kissed for good night. All the same,\u201d I continued, \u201cI can\u2019t, if her uncle sees her, consent to his seeing her brother without my having given the boy \u2014 and most of all because things have got so bad \u2014 a little more time.\u201d\n\nMy friend appeared on this ground more reluctant than I could quite understand. <|Q|>\u201cWhat do you mean by more time?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, a day or two \u2014 really to bring it out. He\u2019ll then be on my side \u2014 of which you see the importance. If nothing comes, I shall only fail, and you will, at the worst, have helped me by doing, on your arrival in town, whatever you may have found possible.\u201d So I put it before her, but she continued for a little so inscrutably embarrassed that I came again to her aid. \u201cUnless, indeed,\u201d I wound up,", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_42": "\u201cWhat do you mean by more time?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, a day or two \u2014 really to bring it out. He\u2019ll then be on my side \u2014 of which you see the importance. If nothing comes, I shall only fail, and you will, at the worst, have helped me by doing, on your arrival in town, whatever you may have found possible.\u201d So I put it before her, but she continued for a little so inscrutably embarrassed that I came again to her aid. <|Q|>\u201cUnless, indeed,\u201d<|Q|> I wound up, \u201cyou really want not to go.\u201d\n\nI could see it, in her face, at last clear itself; she put out her hand to me as a pledge. \u201cI\u2019ll go \u2014 I\u2019ll go. I\u2019ll go this morning.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_11": "\u201cNot one, miss. And of course you know,\u201d my friend added, \u201cI took it from her, by the lake, that, just then and there at least, there was nobody.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cRather! and, naturally, you take it from her still.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t contradict her. What else can I do?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_44": "\u201cWell, a day or two \u2014 really to bring it out. He\u2019ll then be on my side \u2014 of which you see the importance. If nothing comes, I shall only fail, and you will, at the worst, have helped me by doing, on your arrival in town, whatever you may have found possible.\u201d So I put it before her, but she continued for a little so inscrutably embarrassed that I came again to her aid. \u201cUnless, indeed,\u201d I wound up, \u201cyou really want not to go.\u201d\n\nI could see it, in her face, at last clear itself; she put out her hand to me as a pledge. <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ll go \u2014 I\u2019ll go. I\u2019ll go this morning.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI wanted to be very just. \u201cIf you should wish still to wait, I would engage she shouldn\u2019t see me.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_74": "\u201cAnd don\u2019t you see anything else?\u201d\n\nI faced her a moment with a sad smile. <|Q|>\u201cIt strikes me that by this time your eyes are open even wider than mine.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThey proved to be so indeed, but she could still blush, almost, to show it. \u201cI make out now what he must have done at school.\u201d And she gave, in her simple sharpness, an almost droll disillusioned nod. \u201cHe stole!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_45": "I could see it, in her face, at last clear itself; she put out her hand to me as a pledge. \u201cI\u2019ll go \u2014 I\u2019ll go. I\u2019ll go this morning.\u201d\n\nI wanted to be very just. <|Q|>\u201cIf you should wish still to wait, I would engage she shouldn\u2019t see me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, no: it\u2019s the place itself. She must leave it.\u201d She held me a moment with heavy eyes, then brought out the rest. \u201cYour idea\u2019s the right one. I myself, miss \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_75": "I faced her a moment with a sad smile. \u201cIt strikes me that by this time your eyes are open even wider than mine.\u201d\n\nThey proved to be so indeed, but she could still blush, almost, to show it. <|Q|>\u201cI make out now what he must have done at school.\u201d<|Q|> And she gave, in her simple sharpness, an almost droll disillusioned nod. \u201cHe stole!\u201d\n\nI turned it over \u2014 I tried to be more judicial. \u201cWell \u2014 perhaps.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_77": "They proved to be so indeed, but she could still blush, almost, to show it. \u201cI make out now what he must have done at school.\u201d And she gave, in her simple sharpness, an almost droll disillusioned nod. \u201cHe stole!\u201d\n\nI turned it over \u2014 I tried to be more judicial. <|Q|>\u201cWell \u2014 perhaps.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe looked as if she found me unexpectedly calm. \u201cHe stole letters!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_49": "The look she gave me with it made me jump at possibilities. \u201cYou mean that, since yesterday, you have seen \u2014 ?\u201d\n\nShe shook her head with dignity. <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ve heard \u2014 !\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHeard?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_76": "I faced her a moment with a sad smile. \u201cIt strikes me that by this time your eyes are open even wider than mine.\u201d\n\nThey proved to be so indeed, but she could still blush, almost, to show it. \u201cI make out now what he must have done at school.\u201d And she gave, in her simple sharpness, an almost droll disillusioned nod. <|Q|>\u201cHe stole!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI turned it over \u2014 I tried to be more judicial. \u201cWell \u2014 perhaps.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_22": "\u201cSo that what you\u2019ve come to me now for,\u201d I asked, \u201cis to speed me on my way?\u201d Before she had time to reply, however, I had her in check. \u201cI\u2019ve a better idea \u2014 the result of my reflections. My going would seem the right thing, and on Sunday I was terribly near it. Yet that won\u2019t do. It\u2019s you who must go. You must take Flora.\u201d\n\nMy visitor, at this, did speculate. <|Q|>\u201cBut where in the world \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAway from here. Away from them. Away, even most of all, now, from me. Straight to her uncle.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_53": "It was quite in another manner that I, for my part, let myself go. \u201cOh, thank God!\u201d\n\nShe sprang up again at this, drying her eyes with a groan. <|Q|>\u201c\u2018Thank God\u2019?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt so justifies me!\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_1": "One Sunday evening, at Lady Walford\u2019s, Alexander did at last meet Hilda Burgoyne. Mainhall had told him that she would probably be there. He looked about for her rather nervously, and finally found her at the farther end of the large drawing-room, the centre of a circle of men, young and old. She was apparently telling them a story. They were all laughing and bending toward her. When she saw Alexander, she rose quickly and put out her hand. The other men drew back a little to let him approach.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMr. Alexander! I am delighted. Have you been in London long?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBartley bowed, somewhat laboriously, over her hand. \u201cLong enough to have seen you more than once. How fine it all is!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_56": "\u201cIt does that, miss!\u201d\n\nI couldn\u2019t have desired more emphasis, but I just hesitated. <|Q|>\u201cShe\u2019s so horrible?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI saw my colleague scarce knew how to put it. \u201cReally shocking.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_0": "He crossed Bedford Square and found the number he was looking for. The house, a comfortable, well-kept place enough, was dark except for the four front windows on the second floor, where a low, even light was burning behind the white muslin sash curtains. Outside there were window boxes, painted white and full of flowers. Bartley was making a third round of the Square when he heard the far-flung hoof-beats of a hansom-cab horse, driven rapidly. He looked at his watch, and was astonished to find that it was a few minutes after twelve. He turned and walked back along the iron railing as the cab came up to Hilda\u2019s number and stopped. The hansom must have been one that she employed regularly, for she did not stop to pay the driver. She stepped out quickly and lightly. He heard her cheerful <|Q|>\u201cGood-night, cabby,\u201d<|Q|> as she ran up the steps and opened the door with a latchkey. In a few moments the lights flared up brightly behind the white curtains, and as he walked away he heard a window raised. But he had gone too far to look up without turning round. He went back to his hotel, feeling that he had had a good evening, and he slept well.\n\nFor the next few days Alexander was very busy. He took a desk in the office of a Scotch engineering firm on Henrietta Street, and was at work almost constantly. He avoided the clubs and usually dined alone at his hotel. One afternoon, after he had tea, he started for a walk down the Embankment toward Westminster, intending to end his stroll at Bedford Square and to ask whether Miss Burgoyne would let him take her to the theatre. But he did not go so far. When he reached the Abbey, he turned back and crossed Westminster Bridge and sat down to watch the trails of smoke behind the Houses of Parliament catch fire with the sunset. The slender towers were washed by a rain of golden light and licked by little flickering flames; Somerset House and the bleached gray pinnacles about Whitehall were floated in a luminous haze. The yellow light poured through the trees and the leaves seemed to burn with soft fires. There was a smell of acacias in the air everywhere, and the laburnums were dripping gold over the walls of the gardens. It was a sweet, lonely kind of summer evening. Remembering Hilda as she used to be, was doubtless more satisfactory than seeing her as she must be now \u2014 and, after all, Alexander asked himself, what was it but his own young years that he was remembering?", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_54": "She sprang up again at this, drying her eyes with a groan. \u201c\u2018Thank God\u2019?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt so justifies me!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt does that, miss!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_27": "She was still vague. \u201cAnd what is your remedy?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYour loyalty, to begin with. And then Miles\u2019s.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe looked at me hard. \u201cDo you think he \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_28": "\u201cYour loyalty, to begin with. And then Miles\u2019s.\u201d\n\nShe looked at me hard. <|Q|>\u201cDo you think he \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWon\u2019t, if he has the chance, turn on me? Yes, I venture still to think it. At all events, I want to try. Get off with his sister as soon as possible and leave me with him alone.\u201d I was amazed, myself, at the spirit I had still in reserve, and therefore perhaps a trifle the more disconcerted at the way in which, in spite of this fine example of it, she hesitated. \u201cThere\u2019s one thing, of course", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_60": "\u201cThe appalling language she applied to me? I can, then!\u201d I broke in with a laugh that was doubtless significant enough.\n\nIt only, in truth, left my friend still more grave. <|Q|>\u201cWell, perhaps I ought to also \u2014 since I\u2019ve heard some of it before! Yet I can\u2019t bear it,\u201d<|Q|> the poor woman went on while, with the same movement, she glanced, on my dressing table, at the face of my watch. \u201cBut I must go back.\u201d\n\nI kept her, however. \u201cAh, if you can\u2019t bear it \u2014 !\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_13_delray_64kb_0": "Marsport had learned to hate all cops, and a change of uniform hadn't altered that; instead, the people seemed to resent the loss of the familiar symbol of hatred.\n\nHe found Izzy and Randolph at the restaurant across from Mother Corey's. Izzy grinned suddenly at the sight of the uniform. <|Q|>\"I knew it, gov'nor -- knew it the minute I heard Jurgens was a cop. Did you make 'em give you my beat?\"<|Q|>\n\nHe seemed genuinely pleased as Gordon nodded, and then dropped it, to point to Randolph. \"Guess what, gov'nor. The Legals bought Randy's Crusader. Traded him an old job press and a bag of scratch for his reputation.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_62": "It only, in truth, left my friend still more grave. \u201cWell, perhaps I ought to also \u2014 since I\u2019ve heard some of it before! Yet I can\u2019t bear it,\u201d the poor woman went on while, with the same movement, she glanced, on my dressing table, at the face of my watch. \u201cBut I must go back.\u201d\n\nI kept her, however. <|Q|>\u201cAh, if you can\u2019t bear it \u2014 !\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHow can I stop with her, you mean? Why, just for that: to get her away. Far from this,\u201d she pursued, \u201cfar from them \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_61": "\u201cThe appalling language she applied to me? I can, then!\u201d I broke in with a laugh that was doubtless significant enough.\n\nIt only, in truth, left my friend still more grave. \u201cWell, perhaps I ought to also \u2014 since I\u2019ve heard some of it before! Yet I can\u2019t bear it,\u201d the poor woman went on while, with the same movement, she glanced, on my dressing table, at the face of my watch. <|Q|>\u201cBut I must go back.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI kept her, however. \u201cAh, if you can\u2019t bear it \u2014 !\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_63": "I kept her, however. \u201cAh, if you can\u2019t bear it \u2014 !\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHow can I stop with her, you mean? Why, just for that: to get her away. Far from this,\u201d<|Q|> she pursued, \u201cfar from them \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cShe may be different? She may be free?\u201d I seized her almost with joy. \u201cThen, in spite of yesterday, you believe \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_64": "\u201cHow can I stop with her, you mean? Why, just for that: to get her away. Far from this,\u201d she pursued, \u201cfar from them \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShe may be different? She may be free?\u201d<|Q|> I seized her almost with joy. \u201cThen, in spite of yesterday, you believe \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cIn such doings?\u201d Her simple description of them required, in the light of her expression, to be carried no further, and she gave me the whole thing as she had never done. \u201cI believe.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_33": "\u201d I was amazed, myself, at the spirit I had still in reserve, and therefore perhaps a trifle the more disconcerted at the way in which, in spite of this fine example of it, she hesitated. \u201cThere\u2019s one thing, of course,\u201d I went on: \u201cthey mustn\u2019t, before she goes, see each other for three seconds.\u201d Then it came over me that, in spite of Flora\u2019s presumable sequestration from the instant of her return from the pool, it might already be too late. \u201cDo you mean,\u201d I anxiously asked, \u201cthat they have met?\u201d\n\nAt this she quite flushed. <|Q|>\u201cAh, miss, I\u2019m not such a fool as that! If I\u2019ve been obliged to leave her three or four times, it has been each time with one of the maids, and at present, though she\u2019s alone, she\u2019s locked in safe. And yet \u2014 and yet!\u201d<|Q|> There were too many things.\n\n\u201cAnd yet what?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_66": "\u201cShe may be different? She may be free?\u201d I seized her almost with joy. \u201cThen, in spite of yesterday, you believe \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cIn such doings?\u201d Her simple description of them required, in the light of her expression, to be carried no further, and she gave me the whole thing as she had never done. <|Q|>\u201cI believe.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nYes, it was a joy, and we were still shoulder to shoulder: if I might continue sure of that I should care but little what else happened. My support in the presence of disaster would be the same as it had been in my early need of confidence, and if my friend would answer for my honesty, I would answer for all the rest. On the point of taking leave of her, nonetheless, I was to some extent embarrassed. \u201cThere\u2019s one thing, of course \u2014 it occurs to me \u2014 to remember. My letter, giving the alarm, will have reached town before you.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_68": "Yes, it was a joy, and we were still shoulder to shoulder: if I might continue sure of that I should care but little what else happened. My support in the presence of disaster would be the same as it had been in my early need of confidence, and if my friend would answer for my honesty, I would answer for all the rest. On the point of taking leave of her, nonetheless, I was to some extent embarrassed. \u201cThere\u2019s one thing, of course \u2014 it occurs to me \u2014 to remember. My letter, giving the alarm, will have reached town before you.\u201d\n\nI now perceived still more how she had been beating about the bush and how weary at last it had made her. <|Q|>\u201cYour letter won\u2019t have got there. Your letter never went.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat then became of it?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_67": "\u201d Her simple description of them required, in the light of her expression, to be carried no further, and she gave me the whole thing as she had never done. \u201cI believe.\u201d\n\nYes, it was a joy, and we were still shoulder to shoulder: if I might continue sure of that I should care but little what else happened. My support in the presence of disaster would be the same as it had been in my early need of confidence, and if my friend would answer for my honesty, I would answer for all the rest. On the point of taking leave of her, nonetheless, I was to some extent embarrassed. <|Q|>\u201cThere\u2019s one thing, of course \u2014 it occurs to me \u2014 to remember. My letter, giving the alarm, will have reached town before you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI now perceived still more how she had been beating about the bush and how weary at last it had made her. \u201cYour letter won\u2019t have got there. Your letter never went.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_69": "I now perceived still more how she had been beating about the bush and how weary at last it had made her. \u201cYour letter won\u2019t have got there. Your letter never went.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat then became of it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cGoodness knows! Master Miles \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_1": "\"Ah, Master Robin, have you eyes for the maids already?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"This was so sweet a lady, sir, and in some manner I do think she died. And the man shot an arrow, meaning me to see where it fell, since there would be her grave. That is what I think he meant. But then the picture was gone as quickly as it came.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Sister Nell, do you hear these marvels? Take your place and let us see what the crystal can show to you. Most worthy conjurer of dreams, take up your wand again: we all are waiting impatiently to know what is in store for us!\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_0": "\"I did see a man, sir, dressed all in Lincoln green. He was like unto my father, in a way, and yet was not my father. Also there was a stripling page, who turned into a maid. Very beautiful she was, and I would know her again in any guise.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Ah, Master Robin, have you eyes for the maids already?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"This was so sweet a lady, sir, and in some manner I do think she died. And the man shot an arrow, meaning me to see where it fell, since there would be her grave. That is what I think he meant. But then the picture was gone as quickly as it came.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_2": "\"This was so sweet a lady, sir, and in some manner I do think she died. And the man shot an arrow, meaning me to see where it fell, since there would be her grave. That is what I think he meant. But then the picture was gone as quickly as it came.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Sister Nell, do you hear these marvels? Take your place and let us see what the crystal can show to you. Most worthy conjurer of dreams, take up your wand again: we all are waiting impatiently to know what is in store for us!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"These things are true that the glass mirror shows, lording,\" answered the wizard, reappearing. \"The crystal cannot lie.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_73": "\u201cYes, I see that if Miles took it instead he probably will have read it and destroyed it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd don\u2019t you see anything else?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI faced her a moment with a sad smile. \u201cIt strikes me that by this time your eyes are open even wider than mine.\u201d", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_4": "\"Sister Nell, do you hear these marvels? Take your place and let us see what the crystal can show to you. Most worthy conjurer of dreams, take up your wand again: we all are waiting impatiently to know what is in store for us!\"\n\n\"These things are true that the glass mirror shows, lording,\" answered the wizard, reappearing. <|Q|>\"The crystal cannot lie.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe spoke unwittingly in a natural key. Robin turned round upon him very shrewdly.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_48": "\u201cI can\u2019t stay.\u201d\n\nThe look she gave me with it made me jump at possibilities. <|Q|>\u201cYou mean that, since yesterday, you have seen \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe shook her head with dignity. \u201cI\u2019ve heard \u2014 !\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_47": "\u201cWell?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI can\u2019t stay.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe look she gave me with it made me jump at possibilities. \u201cYou mean that, since yesterday, you have seen \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_79": "She looked as if she found me unexpectedly calm. \u201cHe stole letters!\u201d\n\nShe couldn\u2019t know my reasons for a calmness after all pretty shallow; so I showed them off as I might. <|Q|>\u201cI hope then it was to more purpose than in this case! The note, at any rate, that I put on the table yesterday,\u201d<|Q|> I pursued, \u201cwill have given him so scant an advantage \u2014 for it contained only the bare demand for an interview \u2014 that he is already much ashamed of having gone so far for so little, and that what he had on his mind last evening was precisely the need of confession.\u201d I seemed to myself, for the instant, to have mastered it, to see it all. \u201cLeave us, leave us\u201d \u2014 I was already, at the door, hurrying her off. \u201cI\u2019ll get it out of him. He\u2019ll meet me \u2014 he\u2019ll confess. If he confesses, he\u2019s saved. And if he\u2019s saved \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_16_fenn_64kb_22": "\"I said a lad 'bout seventeen, in a red cap like yours,\" said Gurr very shortly.\n\n<|Q|>\"Aren't seen no lads with no red caps up here,\"<|Q|> said the man with a vacant look. \"Have he runned away?\"\n\n\"Are you sure you haven't seen him, my lad?\" growled Gurr; \"because, look here, it may be a serious thing for some of you, if he is not found.\"", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_78": "I turned it over \u2014 I tried to be more judicial. \u201cWell \u2014 perhaps.\u201d\n\nShe looked as if she found me unexpectedly calm. <|Q|>\u201cHe stole letters!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe couldn\u2019t know my reasons for a calmness after all pretty shallow; so I showed them off as I might. \u201cI hope then it was to more purpose than in this case! The note, at any rate, that I put on the table yesterday,\u201d I pursued, \u201cwill have given him so scant an advantage \u2014 for it contained only the bare demand for an interview \u2014 that he is already much ashamed of having gone so far for so little, and that what he had on his mind last evening was precisely the need of confession", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_80": "She looked as if she found me unexpectedly calm. \u201cHe stole letters!\u201d\n\nShe couldn\u2019t know my reasons for a calmness after all pretty shallow; so I showed them off as I might. \u201cI hope then it was to more purpose than in this case! The note, at any rate, that I put on the table yesterday,\u201d I pursued, <|Q|>\u201cwill have given him so scant an advantage \u2014 for it contained only the bare demand for an interview \u2014 that he is already much ashamed of having gone so far for so little, and that what he had on his mind last evening was precisely the need of confession.\u201d<|Q|> I seemed to myself, for the instant, to have mastered it, to see it all. \u201cLeave us, leave us\u201d \u2014 I was already, at the door, hurrying her off. \u201cI\u2019ll get it out of him. He\u2019ll meet me \u2014 he\u2019ll confess. If he confesses, he\u2019s saved. And if he\u2019s saved \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cThen you are?\u201d The dear woman kissed me on this, and I took her farewell. \u201cI\u2019ll save you without him!\u201d she cried as she went.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_52": "\u201cFrom that child \u2014 horrors! There!\u201d she sighed with tragic relief. \u201cOn my honor, miss, she says things \u2014 !\u201d But at this evocation she broke down; she dropped, with a sudden sob, upon my sofa and, as I had seen her do before, gave way to all the grief of it.\n\nIt was quite in another manner that I, for my part, let myself go. <|Q|>\u201cOh, thank God!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe sprang up again at this, drying her eyes with a groan. \u201c\u2018Thank God\u2019?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_55": "\u201cIt so justifies me!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt does that, miss!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI couldn\u2019t have desired more emphasis, but I just hesitated. \u201cShe\u2019s so horrible?\u201d", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_11": "The wizard hastily drew near and pretended to peer into the glass. \"What would you do?\" he whispered, fiercely.\n\n<|Q|>\"I can be generous, Will o' th' Green,\"<|Q|> spoke back Robin, quite sure now. \"Keep your secret, for I will not betray you.\"\n\nAt this moment there uprose without the booth a most deafening tumult. Forthwith all ran to the opening of the tent to see what might be amiss; but Master Will, who peeped out first, needed no more than one glance. He gave way to the others very readily and retreated unperceived by the Squire and Mistress Fitzooth to the rear of the tent.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_10": "\"Fie on you, friend!\" cried Robin, exulting in a sudden discovery. \"Remember that the crystal cannot lie. It tells me now that you and I will meet in rivalry, to shoot together for a strange prize -- the freedom of Sherwood!\"\n\nThe wizard hastily drew near and pretended to peer into the glass. <|Q|>\"What would you do?\"<|Q|> he whispered, fiercely.\n\n\"I can be generous, Will o' th' Green,\" spoke back Robin, quite sure now. \"Keep your secret, for I will not betray you.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_3": "Bartley bowed, somewhat laboriously, over her hand. \u201cLong enough to have seen you more than once. How fine it all is!\u201d\n\nShe laughed as if she were pleased. <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019m glad you think so. I like it. Won\u2019t you join us here?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMiss Burgoyne was just telling us about a donkey-boy she had in Galway last summer,\u201d Sir Harry Towne explained as the circle closed up again. Lord Westmere stroked his long white mustache with his bloodless hand and looked at Alexander blankly. Hilda was a good story-teller. She was sitting on the edge of her chair, as if she had alighted there for a moment only. Her primrose satin gown seemed like a soft sheath for her slender, supple figure, and its delicate color suited her white Irish skin and brown hair. Whatever she wore, people felt the charm of her active, girlish body with its slender hips and quick, eager shoulders. Alexander heard little of the story, but he watched Hilda intently. She must certainly, he reflected, be thirty, and he was honestly delighted to see that the years had treated her so indulgently. If her face had changed at all, it was in a slight hardening of the mouth \u2014 still eager enough to be very disconcerting at times, he felt \u2014 and in an added air of self-possession and self-reliance. She carried her head, too, a little more resolutely.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_5": "When the story was finished, Miss Burgoyne turned pointedly to Alexander, and the other men drifted away.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI thought I saw you in MacConnell\u2019s box with Mainhall one evening, but I supposed you had left town before this.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe looked at him frankly and cordially, as if he were indeed merely an old friend whom she was glad to meet again.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_6": "She looked at him frankly and cordially, as if he were indeed merely an old friend whom she was glad to meet again.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, I\u2019ve been mooning about here.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda laughed gayly. \u201cMooning! I see you mooning! You must be the busiest man in the world. Time and success have done well by you, you know. You\u2019re handsomer than ever and you\u2019ve gained a grand manner.\u201d", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_18": "\"Nay, we refused their request most politely, most noble,\" said the little stroller. \"And then they became vexed, and would have snatched your purse from us. So my brother did stow the pennies quickly into his wallet, and, giving me the purse -- -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"You flung it full in my face!\"<|Q|> roared the Nottingham wrestler, pushing his way to the front, \"you little viper, so I snatched at him to give him the whipping he deserved, when -- -- \"\n\n\"I could not see my boy injured, excellence, for but doing his duty as one of Cumberland's sons. So I did push this fellow.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_7": "\u201cNo, I\u2019ve been mooning about here.\u201d\n\nHilda laughed gayly. <|Q|>\u201cMooning! I see you mooning! You must be the busiest man in the world. Time and success have done well by you, you know. You\u2019re handsomer than ever and you\u2019ve gained a grand manner.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander blushed and bowed. \u201cTime and success have been good friends to both of us. Aren\u2019t you tremendously pleased with yourself?\u201d", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_21": "\"I could not see my boy injured, excellence, for but doing his duty as one of Cumberland's sons. So I did push this fellow.\"\n\n\"It is enough,\" said George Gamewell, sharply, and he turned upon the crowd. <|Q|>\"Shame on you, citizens,\"<|Q|> cried he; \"I blush for my fellows of Nottingham. Is this how you play an English game: to force your rivals to lose to you any way? Cumberland has won my purse: the test was fairly set, and fairly were we conquered. Surely we can submit with good grace.\"\n\n\"'Tis fine for you to talk, old man,\" answered the lean, sullen apprentice. \"But I wrestled with this fellow and do know that he played unfairly in the second bout. Else had I not gone down at the clutch, as all did see.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_11": "Bartley shook his head and smiled drolly. \u201cSince when have you been interested in bridges? Or have you learned to be interested in everything? And is that a part of success?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, how absurd! As if I were not always interested!\u201d<|Q|> Hilda exclaimed.\n\n\u201cWell, I think we won\u2019t talk about bridges here, at any rate.\u201d Bartley looked down at the toe of her yellow slipper which was tapping the rug impatiently under the hem of her gown. \u201cBut I wonder whether you\u2019d think me impertinent if I asked you to let me come to see you sometime and tell you about them?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_12": "\u201cWhy, how absurd! As if I were not always interested!\u201d Hilda exclaimed.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, I think we won\u2019t talk about bridges here, at any rate.\u201d<|Q|> Bartley looked down at the toe of her yellow slipper which was tapping the rug impatiently under the hem of her gown. \u201cBut I wonder whether you\u2019d think me impertinent if I asked you to let me come to see you sometime and tell you about them?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy should I? Ever so many people come on Sunday afternoons.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_13": "\u201cWhy, how absurd! As if I were not always interested!\u201d Hilda exclaimed.\n\n\u201cWell, I think we won\u2019t talk about bridges here, at any rate.\u201d Bartley looked down at the toe of her yellow slipper which was tapping the rug impatiently under the hem of her gown. <|Q|>\u201cBut I wonder whether you\u2019d think me impertinent if I asked you to let me come to see you sometime and tell you about them?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy should I? Ever so many people come on Sunday afternoons.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_14": "\u201cWell, I think we won\u2019t talk about bridges here, at any rate.\u201d Bartley looked down at the toe of her yellow slipper which was tapping the rug impatiently under the hem of her gown. \u201cBut I wonder whether you\u2019d think me impertinent if I asked you to let me come to see you sometime and tell you about them?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy should I? Ever so many people come on Sunday afternoons.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI know. Mainhall offered to take me. But you must know that I\u2019ve been in London several times within the last few years, and you might very well think that just now is a rather inopportune time \u2014 \u201d", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_24": "\" said George Gamewell, sharply, and he turned upon the crowd. \"Shame on you, citizens,\" cried he; \"I blush for my fellows of Nottingham. Is this how you play an English game: to force your rivals to lose to you any way? Cumberland has won my purse: the test was fairly set, and fairly were we conquered. Surely we can submit with good grace.\"\n\n\"'Tis fine for you to talk, old man,\" answered the lean, sullen apprentice. <|Q|>\"But I wrestled with this fellow and do know that he played unfairly in the second bout. Else had I not gone down at the clutch, as all did see.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Insolent!\" spoke the Squire, losing all patience; \"and it was to you that I gave another purse in consolation! Go your ways ere I cause you to be more soundly whipped than your deserts, which should bring heavy enough punishment, for sure. Come to me, men, here, here!\" He raised his voice still louder. \"A Montfichet! A Montfichet!\" he called; and the Gamewell men who had answered to his first whistling, now lustily threw themselves upon the back of the mob.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_25": "\"'Tis fine for you to talk, old man,\" answered the lean, sullen apprentice. \"But I wrestled with this fellow and do know that he played unfairly in the second bout. Else had I not gone down at the clutch, as all did see.\"\n\n\"Insolent!\" spoke the Squire, losing all patience; <|Q|>\"and it was to you that I gave another purse in consolation! Go your ways ere I cause you to be more soundly whipped than your deserts, which should bring heavy enough punishment, for sure. Come to me, men, here, here!\"<|Q|> He raised his voice still louder. \"A Montfichet! A Montfichet!\" he called; and the Gamewell men who had answered to his first whistling, now lustily threw themselves upon the back of the mob.\n\nInstantly all was uproar and confusion, worse than when they first had been startled from the wizard's tent. The Nottingham apprentices struck out savagely with their sticks, hitting friend and foe alike. The burgesses and citizens were not slow to return these blows, and a fierce battle was commenced.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_17": "\u201cDoes it? Oh, how fine it all is, your coming on like this! But I didn\u2019t want you to think it was because of that I wanted to see you.\u201d He spoke very seriously and looked down at the floor.\n\nHilda studied him in wide-eyed astonishment for a moment, and then broke into a low, amused laugh. <|Q|>\u201cMy dear Mr. Alexander, you have strange delicacies. If you please, that is exactly why you wish to see me. We understand that, do we not?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBartley looked ruffled and turned the seal ring on his little finger about awkwardly.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_19": "\u201cCome, don\u2019t be angry, but don\u2019t try to pose for me, or to be anything but what you are. If you care to come, it\u2019s yourself I\u2019ll be glad to see, and you thinking well of yourself. Don\u2019t try to wear a cloak of humility; it doesn\u2019t become you. Stalk in as you are and don\u2019t make excuses. I\u2019m not accustomed to inquiring into the motives of my guests. That would hardly be safe, even for Lady Walford, in a great house like this.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSunday afternoon, then,\u201d<|Q|> said Alexander, as she rose to join her hostess. \u201cHow early may I come?\u201d\n\nShe gave him her hand and flushed and laughed. He bent over it a little stiffly. She went away on Lady Walford\u2019s arm, and as he stood watching her yellow train glide down the long floor he looked rather sullen. He felt that he had not come out of it very brilliantly.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_7": "Oh, that manner, I could see in my visitor\u2019s face, and not a little else besides! \u201cShe asks me every three minutes if I think you\u2019re coming in.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI see \u2014 I see.\u201d<|Q|> I, too, on my side, had so much more than worked it out. \u201cHas she said to you since yesterday \u2014 except to repudiate her familiarity with anything so dreadful \u2014 a single other word about Miss Jessel?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot one, miss. And of course you know,\u201d my friend added, \u201cI took it from her, by the lake, that, just then and there at least, there was nobody.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_71": "\u201cDo you mean he took it?\u201d I gasped.\n\nShe hung fire, but she overcame her reluctance. <|Q|>\u201cI mean that I saw yesterday, when I came back with Miss Flora, that it wasn\u2019t where you had put it. Later in the evening I had the chance to question Luke, and he declared that he had neither noticed nor touched it.\u201d<|Q|> We could only exchange, on this, one of our deeper mutual soundings, and it was Mrs. Grose who first brought up the plumb with an almost elated \u201cYou see!\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, I see that if Miles took it instead he probably will have read it and destroyed it.\u201d", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_31": "\"Silence, you knave!\" cried Montfichet. \"Stifle him, Robin, if need be; take his cloth.\" He felt for and found the wizard's black cloth.\n\nThe Squire was quite out of breath. \"Where is our wizard friend?\" he went on, peering about in the semi-darkness. <|Q|>\"Most gentle conjurer, we wish your aid.\"<|Q|>\n\nBut Master Will had beaten a prudent retreat through the back of the tent. The canvas was ripped open, letting in a streak of light. They left their prisoner upon the ground, and cautiously drew near the rift.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_72": "She hung fire, but she overcame her reluctance. \u201cI mean that I saw yesterday, when I came back with Miss Flora, that it wasn\u2019t where you had put it. Later in the evening I had the chance to question Luke, and he declared that he had neither noticed nor touched it.\u201d We could only exchange, on this, one of our deeper mutual soundings, and it was Mrs. Grose who first brought up the plumb with an almost elated \u201cYou see!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, I see that if Miles took it instead he probably will have read it and destroyed it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd don\u2019t you see anything else?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_21_james_64kb_46": "I wanted to be very just. \u201cIf you should wish still to wait, I would engage she shouldn\u2019t see me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, no: it\u2019s the place itself. She must leave it.\u201d<|Q|> She held me a moment with heavy eyes, then brought out the rest. \u201cYour idea\u2019s the right one. I myself, miss \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_5": "He spoke unwittingly in a natural key. Robin turned round upon him very shrewdly.\n\n<|Q|>\"Friend wizard,\"<|Q|> said the youth, half at random, \"have you ever played at archery in that greenwood which your glass showed us so prettily?\"\n\n\"Like as not, young master, though I am an old man.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_7": "\"Friend wizard,\" said the youth, half at random, \"have you ever played at archery in that greenwood which your glass showed us so prettily?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Like as not, young master, though I am an old man.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Fie on you, friend!\" cried Robin, exulting in a sudden discovery. \"Remember that the crystal cannot lie. It tells me now that you and I will meet in rivalry, to shoot together for a strange prize -- the freedom of Sherwood!\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_6": "He spoke unwittingly in a natural key. Robin turned round upon him very shrewdly.\n\n\"Friend wizard,\" said the youth, half at random, <|Q|>\"have you ever played at archery in that greenwood which your glass showed us so prettily?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Like as not, young master, though I am an old man.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_35": "Robin, still brandishing his hideous skeleton, wished to pursue the beaten and flying rabble; but the Squire counselled prudence.\n\n<|Q|>\"You have done right well, Robin of Locksley, and dearly do I love you for your courage and resource. George Montfichet will never forget this day. Here let us wait until the Sheriff's men come to us. I hear them now, come at last, when all the fighting's done.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"What is your name, lording?\" asked the little stroller, presently.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_9": "\"Like as not, young master, though I am an old man.\"\n\n\"Fie on you, friend!\" cried Robin, exulting in a sudden discovery. <|Q|>\"Remember that the crystal cannot lie. It tells me now that you and I will meet in rivalry, to shoot together for a strange prize -- the freedom of Sherwood!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe wizard hastily drew near and pretended to peer into the glass. \"What would you do?\" he whispered, fiercely.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_2": "\u201cMr. Alexander! I am delighted. Have you been in London long?\u201d\n\nBartley bowed, somewhat laboriously, over her hand. <|Q|>\u201cLong enough to have seen you more than once. How fine it all is!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe laughed as if she were pleased. \u201cI\u2019m glad you think so. I like it. Won\u2019t you join us here?\u201d", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_13": "At this moment there uprose without the booth a most deafening tumult. Forthwith all ran to the opening of the tent to see what might be amiss; but Master Will, who peeped out first, needed no more than one glance. He gave way to the others very readily and retreated unperceived by the Squire and Mistress Fitzooth to the rear of the tent.\n\nCries of: <|Q|>\"A Nottingham! A Nottingham!\"<|Q|> rent the air, and added to the clangor of bells and trumpetings. As the Squire and Robin looked forth they beheld a flying crowd of men and women, all running and shouting.\n\nBefore them fled the stroller and his three sons, capless and terrified. The old man's triangle had been torn from him and was being jangled now by Nottingham fingers.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_41": "\"Right willingly, for between us we have won the battle,\" answered Robin. He had taken a liking to this merry rogue; and gave him his name without fear or doubt. \"I like you, Will; you are the second Will that I have met and liked within two days; is there a sign in that?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"A sign that we will be proper friends,\"<|Q|> replied the stroller.\n\nMontfichet called out for Robin to give him an arm. The Squire, now that the danger was over, felt the reaction; and he had strange pains about his breast.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_12": "The wizard hastily drew near and pretended to peer into the glass. \"What would you do?\" he whispered, fiercely.\n\n\"I can be generous, Will o' th' Green,\" spoke back Robin, quite sure now. <|Q|>\"Keep your secret, for I will not betray you.\"<|Q|>\n\nAt this moment there uprose without the booth a most deafening tumult. Forthwith all ran to the opening of the tent to see what might be amiss; but Master Will, who peeped out first, needed no more than one glance. He gave way to the others very readily and retreated unperceived by the Squire and Mistress Fitzooth to the rear of the tent.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_14": "Before them fled the stroller and his three sons, capless and terrified. The old man's triangle had been torn from him and was being jangled now by Nottingham fingers.\n\n<|Q|>\"There is trouble before us. Come, Robin,\"<|Q|> said Montfichet, as he stepped out, with the lad close at his heels.\n\n\"What is the tumult and rioting?\" cried out the Squire, authoritatively, and he blew twice on a silver whistle which hung at his belt.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_16": "The little tumbler recovered first. After the Squire had left them, he said, the Nottingham lad had returned with full a score of riotous apprentices, all armed with cudgels. They had demanded a fresh trial of skill for the Squire's purse of pennies.\n\n<|Q|>\"Which was denied us in most vile words, lording,\"<|Q|> cried out one from the crowd, which had come to a halt and was now formed in an angry sheepish ring about the front of the wizard's tent.\n\n\"Nay, we refused their request most politely, most noble,\" said the little stroller. \"And then they became vexed, and would have snatched your purse from us. So my brother did stow the pennies quickly into his wallet, and, giving me the purse -- -- \"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_15": "\"There is trouble before us. Come, Robin,\" said Montfichet, as he stepped out, with the lad close at his heels.\n\n<|Q|>\"What is the tumult and rioting?\"<|Q|> cried out the Squire, authoritatively, and he blew twice on a silver whistle which hung at his belt.\n\nThe strollers rushed at once toward the old man, and faced their enemies resolutely when they had gained his side. They were out of breath, and their story was a confused one.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_17": "\"Which was denied us in most vile words, lording,\" cried out one from the crowd, which had come to a halt and was now formed in an angry sheepish ring about the front of the wizard's tent.\n\n<|Q|>\"Nay, we refused their request most politely, most noble,\"<|Q|> said the little stroller. \"And then they became vexed, and would have snatched your purse from us. So my brother did stow the pennies quickly into his wallet, and, giving me the purse -- -- \"\n\n\"You flung it full in my face!\" roared the Nottingham wrestler, pushing his way to the front, \"you little viper, so I snatched at him to give him the whipping he deserved, when -- -- \"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_8": "Hilda laughed gayly. \u201cMooning! I see you mooning! You must be the busiest man in the world. Time and success have done well by you, you know. You\u2019re handsomer than ever and you\u2019ve gained a grand manner.\u201d\n\nAlexander blushed and bowed. <|Q|>\u201cTime and success have been good friends to both of us. Aren\u2019t you tremendously pleased with yourself?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe laughed again and shrugged her shoulders. \u201cOh, so-so. But I want to hear about you. Several years ago I read such a lot in the papers about the wonderful things you did in Japan, and how the Emperor decorated you. What was it, Commander of the Order of the Rising Sun? That sounds like \u2018The Mikado.\u2019 And what about your new bridge \u2014 in Canada, isn\u2019t it, and it\u2019s to be the longest one in the world and has some queer name I can\u2019t remember.\u201d", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_19": "\"You flung it full in my face!\" roared the Nottingham wrestler, pushing his way to the front, \"you little viper, so I snatched at him to give him the whipping he deserved, when -- -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"I could not see my boy injured, excellence, for but doing his duty as one of Cumberland's sons. So I did push this fellow.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"It is enough,\" said George Gamewell, sharply, and he turned upon the crowd. \"Shame on you, citizens,\" cried he; \"I blush for my fellows of Nottingham. Is this how you play an English game: to force your rivals to lose to you any way? Cumberland has won my purse: the test was fairly set, and fairly were we conquered. Surely we can submit with good grace.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_20": "\"I could not see my boy injured, excellence, for but doing his duty as one of Cumberland's sons. So I did push this fellow.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"It is enough,\"<|Q|> said George Gamewell, sharply, and he turned upon the crowd. \"Shame on you, citizens,\" cried he; \"I blush for my fellows of Nottingham. Is this how you play an English game: to force your rivals to lose to you any way? Cumberland has won my purse: the test was fairly set, and fairly were we conquered. Surely we can submit with good grace.\"\n\n\"'Tis fine for you to talk, old man,\" answered the lean, sullen apprentice.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_10": "\u201cOh, so-so. But I want to hear about you. Several years ago I read such a lot in the papers about the wonderful things you did in Japan, and how the Emperor decorated you. What was it, Commander of the Order of the Rising Sun? That sounds like \u2018The Mikado.\u2019 And what about your new bridge \u2014 in Canada, isn\u2019t it, and it\u2019s to be the longest one in the world and has some queer name I can\u2019t remember.\u201d\n\nBartley shook his head and smiled drolly. <|Q|>\u201cSince when have you been interested in bridges? Or have you learned to be interested in everything? And is that a part of success?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, how absurd! As if I were not always interested!\u201d Hilda exclaimed.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_23": "\"It is enough,\" said George Gamewell, sharply, and he turned upon the crowd. \"Shame on you, citizens,\" cried he; \"I blush for my fellows of Nottingham. Is this how you play an English game: to force your rivals to lose to you any way? Cumberland has won my purse: the test was fairly set, and fairly were we conquered. Surely we can submit with good grace.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"'Tis fine for you to talk, old man,\"<|Q|> answered the lean, sullen apprentice. \"But I wrestled with this fellow and do know that he played unfairly in the second bout. Else had I not gone down at the clutch, as all did see.\"\n\n\"Insolent!\" spoke the Squire, losing all patience; \"and it was to you that I gave another purse in consolation! Go your ways ere I cause you to be more soundly whipped than your deserts, which should bring heavy enough punishment, for sure. Come to me, men, here, here", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_22": "\"I could not see my boy injured, excellence, for but doing his duty as one of Cumberland's sons. So I did push this fellow.\"\n\n\"It is enough,\" said George Gamewell, sharply, and he turned upon the crowd. \"Shame on you, citizens,\" cried he; <|Q|>\"I blush for my fellows of Nottingham. Is this how you play an English game: to force your rivals to lose to you any way? Cumberland has won my purse: the test was fairly set, and fairly were we conquered. Surely we can submit with good grace.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"'Tis fine for you to talk, old man,\" answered the lean, sullen apprentice. \"But I wrestled with this fellow and do know that he played unfairly in the second bout. Else had I not gone down at the clutch, as all did see.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_15": "\u201cI know. Mainhall offered to take me. But you must know that I\u2019ve been in London several times within the last few years, and you might very well think that just now is a rather inopportune time \u2014 \u201d\n\nShe cut him short. <|Q|>\u201cNonsense. One of the pleasantest things about success is that it makes people want to look one up, if that\u2019s what you mean. I\u2019m like every one else \u2014 more agreeable to meet when things are going well with me. Don\u2019t you suppose it gives me any pleasure to do something that people like?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDoes it? Oh, how fine it all is, your coming on like this! But I didn\u2019t want you to think it was because of that I wanted to see you.\u201d He spoke very seriously and looked down at the floor.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_16": "She cut him short. \u201cNonsense. One of the pleasantest things about success is that it makes people want to look one up, if that\u2019s what you mean. I\u2019m like every one else \u2014 more agreeable to meet when things are going well with me. Don\u2019t you suppose it gives me any pleasure to do something that people like?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDoes it? Oh, how fine it all is, your coming on like this! But I didn\u2019t want you to think it was because of that I wanted to see you.\u201d<|Q|> He spoke very seriously and looked down at the floor.\n\nHilda studied him in wide-eyed astonishment for a moment, and then broke into a low, amused laugh. \u201cMy dear Mr. Alexander, you have strange delicacies. If you please, that is exactly why you wish to see me. We understand that, do we not?\u201d", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_55": "The wine did certainly bring back the color to the Squire's cheeks. Robin chafed his cold hands and warmed them betwixt his own. Slowly the fit passed away, and George Montfichet felt the life returning to him.\n\n<|Q|>\"'Twas an ugly touch, young Robin. These escapades are not for old Gamewell, lad; his day has come to twilight. Soon 'twill be night for him and time for sleep.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe Squire's voice was sad. He held Robin's hand affectionately, as the latter continued his efforts to bring back warmth to him.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_26": "\"But I wrestled with this fellow and do know that he played unfairly in the second bout. Else had I not gone down at the clutch, as all did see.\"\n\n\"Insolent!\" spoke the Squire, losing all patience; \"and it was to you that I gave another purse in consolation! Go your ways ere I cause you to be more soundly whipped than your deserts, which should bring heavy enough punishment, for sure. Come to me, men, here, here!\" He raised his voice still louder. <|Q|>\"A Montfichet! A Montfichet!\"<|Q|> he called; and the Gamewell men who had answered to his first whistling, now lustily threw themselves upon the back of the mob.\n\nInstantly all was uproar and confusion, worse than when they first had been startled from the wizard's tent. The Nottingham apprentices struck out savagely with their sticks, hitting friend and foe alike. The burgesses and citizens were not slow to return these blows, and a fierce battle was commenced.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_28": "The Squire helped to thrust them all in and entered swiftly himself. Then he pulled down the flap of canvas, hoping that thus they might not be espied. \"Now, be silent, on your lives,\" he began; but the captured apprentice set up an instant shout.\n\n<|Q|>\"Silence, you knave!\"<|Q|> cried Montfichet. \"Stifle him, Robin, if need be; take his cloth.\" He felt for and found the wizard's black cloth.\n\nThe Squire was quite out of breath. \"Where is our wizard friend?\" he went on, peering about in the semi-darkness. \"Most gentle conjurer, we wish your aid.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_29": "The Squire helped to thrust them all in and entered swiftly himself. Then he pulled down the flap of canvas, hoping that thus they might not be espied. \"Now, be silent, on your lives,\" he began; but the captured apprentice set up an instant shout.\n\n\"Silence, you knave!\" cried Montfichet. <|Q|>\"Stifle him, Robin, if need be; take his cloth.\"<|Q|> He felt for and found the wizard's black cloth.\n\nThe Squire was quite out of breath. \"Where is our wizard friend?\" he went on, peering about in the semi-darkness. \"Most gentle conjurer, we wish your aid.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_30": "\"Silence, you knave!\" cried Montfichet. \"Stifle him, Robin, if need be; take his cloth.\" He felt for and found the wizard's black cloth.\n\nThe Squire was quite out of breath. <|Q|>\"Where is our wizard friend?\"<|Q|> he went on, peering about in the semi-darkness. \"Most gentle conjurer, we wish your aid.\"\n\nBut Master Will had beaten a prudent retreat through the back of the tent. The canvas was ripped open, letting in a streak of light. They left their prisoner upon the ground, and cautiously drew near the rift.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_1": "When it was the Fiftieth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Princess Abrizah said to the Knight, \"This man is but one, and ye are an hundred: so if ye would attack him, come out against him, one after one, that it may appear to the King which is the valiant.\" Quoth Masurah, the Knight, <|Q|>\"By the truth of the Messiah, thou sayest sooth, and none but I shall sally out against him first.\"<|Q|> Quoth she, \"Wait till I go to him and acquaint him with the case and hear what answer he will make. If he consent, 'tis well; but if he refuse, ye shall on no wise come to him, for I and my handmaids and whosoever is in the convent will be his ransom.\" So she went to Sharrkan and told him the news, whereat he smiled and knew that she had not informed any of the Emirs; but that tidings of him had been bruited and blazed abroad, till the report reached the King, against her wish and intent. So he again began reproaching himself and said,", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_32": "The noise without showed no abatement. The fighting was nearer to the tent, and the bodies of the combatants bumped ever and anon heavily against the yielding canvas.\n\n<|Q|>\"They will pull down the place about our heads,\"<|Q|> muttered the Squire. \"Hurry, friends.\"\n\nJust then Robin stumbled over the skeleton of the ape, and an idea seized suddenly on his brain, and, picking himself up, he clutched the horrid thing tightly, and turned back with it. Thrusting open the proper entrance of the tent, Robin suddenly rushed forth with his burden, with a great shout.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_33": "The noise without showed no abatement. The fighting was nearer to the tent, and the bodies of the combatants bumped ever and anon heavily against the yielding canvas.\n\n\"They will pull down the place about our heads,\" muttered the Squire. <|Q|>\"Hurry, friends.\"<|Q|>\n\nJust then Robin stumbled over the skeleton of the ape, and an idea seized suddenly on his brain, and, picking himself up, he clutched the horrid thing tightly, and turned back with it. Thrusting open the proper entrance of the tent, Robin suddenly rushed forth with his burden, with a great shout.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_4": "\" So she went to Sharrkan and told him the news, whereat he smiled and knew that she had not informed any of the Emirs; but that tidings of him had been bruited and blazed abroad, till the report reached the King, against her wish and intent. So he again began reproaching himself and said, \"How came I to adventure and play with my life by coming to the country of the Greeks?\" But hearing the young lady's proposal he said to her, <|Q|>\"Indeed their onset, one after one, would be overburdensome to them. Will they not come out against me, ten by ten?\"<|Q|> \"That would be villeiny,\" said she; \"Let one have at one.\" When he heard this, he sprang to his feet and made for them with his sword and battle-gear; and Masurah, the Knight, also sprang up and bore down upon him. Sharrkan met him like a lion and delivered a shoulder-cut[FN#200] which clove him to the middle, and the blade came out gleaming and glittering from his back and bowels. When the lady beheld that swashing-blow, Sharrkan's might was magnified in her sight and she knew that when she overthrew him in the wrestle it was not by her strength but by her beauty and loveliness. So she turned to the Knights and said,", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_36": "\"You have done right well, Robin of Locksley, and dearly do I love you for your courage and resource. George Montfichet will never forget this day. Here let us wait until the Sheriff's men come to us. I hear them now, come at last, when all the fighting's done.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"What is your name, lording?\"<|Q|> asked the little stroller, presently.\n\n\"Robin Fitzooth.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_8": "\"Like as not, young master, though I am an old man.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Fie on you, friend!\"<|Q|> cried Robin, exulting in a sudden discovery. \"Remember that the crystal cannot lie. It tells me now that you and I will meet in rivalry, to shoot together for a strange prize -- the freedom of Sherwood!\"\n\nThe wizard hastily drew near and pretended to peer into the glass. \"What would you do?\" he whispered, fiercely.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_7": "\" When he heard this, he sprang to his feet and made for them with his sword and battle-gear; and Masurah, the Knight, also sprang up and bore down upon him. Sharrkan met him like a lion and delivered a shoulder-cut[FN#200] which clove him to the middle, and the blade came out gleaming and glittering from his back and bowels. When the lady beheld that swashing-blow, Sharrkan's might was magnified in her sight and she knew that when she overthrew him in the wrestle it was not by her strength but by her beauty and loveliness. So she turned to the Knights and said, <|Q|>\"Take wreak for your chief!\"<|Q|> Thereupon out came the slain man's brother, a fierce and furious Knight, and rushed upon Sharrkan, who delayed not, but smote him also with the shoulder-cut and the sword came out glittering from his vitals. Then cried the Princess, \"O ye servants of the Messiah, avenge your comrade!\" So they ceased not charging down upon him, one after one; and Sharrkan also ceased not playing upon them with the blade, till he had slain fifty Knights, the lady looking on the while. And Allah cast a panic into the hearts of the survivors, so that they held back and dared not meet him in the duello, but fell upon him in a body; and he laid on load with heart firmer than a rock, and smote them; and trod them down like straw under the threshing-sled,[FN#201] till he had driven sense and soul out of them. Then the Princess called aloud to her damsels, saying, \"Who is left in the convent?\"; and they replied,", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_37": "\"What is your name, lording?\" asked the little stroller, presently.\n\n<|Q|>\"Robin Fitzooth.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"And mine is Will Stuteley. Shall we be comrades?\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_40": "\"And mine is Will Stuteley. Shall we be comrades?\"\n\n\"Right willingly, for between us we have won the battle,\" answered Robin. He had taken a liking to this merry rogue; and gave him his name without fear or doubt. <|Q|>\"I like you, Will; you are the second Will that I have met and liked within two days; is there a sign in that?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"A sign that we will be proper friends,\" replied the stroller.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_11": "\" whereupon she went up to Sharrkan and took him to her bosom, he doing the same, and they returned to the palace, after he had made an end of the mel\u00e9e. Now there remained a few of the Knights hiding from him in the cells of the monastery, and when the Princess saw this she rose from Sharrkan's side and left him for a while, but presently came back clad in closely-meshed coat of ring-mail and holding in her hand a fine Indian scymitar. And she said, \"Now by the truth of the Messiah, I will not be a niggard of myself for my guest; nor will I abandon him though for this I abide a reproach and a by-word in the land of the Greeks.\" Then she took reckoning of the dead and found that he had slain fourscore of the Knights, and other twenty had taken to flight.[FN#202] When she saw what work he had made with them she said to him, <|Q|>\"Allah bless thee, O Sharrkan! The Cavaliers may well glory in the like of thee.\"<|Q|> Then he rose and wiping his blade clean of the blood of the slain began reciting these couplets,\n\n\"How oft in the mellay I've cleft the array, * And given their bravest to lions a prey: Ask of me and of them when I proved me prow * O'er creation, on days of the foray and fray: When I left in the onslaught their lions to lie * On the sands of the low-lands[FN#203] in fieriest day.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_4": "She laughed as if she were pleased. \u201cI\u2019m glad you think so. I like it. Won\u2019t you join us here?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMiss Burgoyne was just telling us about a donkey-boy she had in Galway last summer,\u201d<|Q|> Sir Harry Towne explained as the circle closed up again. Lord Westmere stroked his long white mustache with his bloodless hand and looked at Alexander blankly. Hilda was a good story-teller. She was sitting on the edge of her chair, as if she had alighted there for a moment only. Her primrose satin gown seemed like a soft sheath for her slender, supple figure, and its delicate color suited her white Irish skin and brown hair. Whatever she wore, people felt the charm of her active, girlish body with its slender hips and quick, eager shoulders. Alexander heard little of the story, but he watched Hilda intently. She must certainly, he reflected, be thirty, and he was honestly delighted to see that the years had treated her so indulgently. If her face had changed at all, it was in a slight hardening of the mouth \u2014 still eager enough to be very disconcerting at times, he felt \u2014 and in an added air of self-possession and self-reliance. She carried her head, too, a little more resolutely.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_43": "The strollers and the Squire's retainers had been told to find refreshment with the Sheriff's men-at-arms in the buttery. Robin pleaded, however, with the Squire for little Will to be left with them.\n\n<|Q|>\"I like this impudent fellow,\"<|Q|> he said, \"and he was very willing to help us but a little while since. Let him stay with me and be my squire in the coming tourney.\"\n\n\"Have your will, child, if the boy also wills it,\" Montfichet answered, feeling too ill to oppose anything very strongly just then. He made an effort to hide his condition from them all, and Robin felt his fingers tighten upon his arm.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_15": "When he ended his verse, the Princess came up to him with smiles and kissed his hand; then she doffed her hauberk and he said to her, \"O lady mine, wherefore didst thou don that coat of mail and bare thy brand?\" \"To guard thee against these caitiffs,\"[FN#204] she replied. Then she summoned the gate-keepers and asked them, \"How came ye to admit the King's Knights into my dwelling without leave of me?\"; and they answered, <|Q|>\"O Princess, it is not our custom to ask leave of thee for the King's messengers, and especially for the chief of his Knights.\"<|Q|> Quoth she, \"I think ye were minded only to disgrace me and murder my guest;\" and bade Sharrkan smite their necks. He did so and she cried to the rest of her servants, \"Of a truth, they deserved even more than that!\" Then turning to Sharrkan, she said to him, \"Now that there hath become manifest to thee what was concealed, thou shalt be made acquainted with my history. Know, then, that I am the daughter of King Hardub of Roum; my name is Abrizah and the ancient dame, yclept Zat al-Dawahi, is my grandmother by the sword side. She it certainly is who told my father of thee, and as surely she will compass a sleight to slay me, more by token as thou hast slain my father's chivalry and it is noised abroad that I have separated myself from the Nazarenes and have become no better than I should be with the Moslems. Wherefore it were wiser that I leave this dwelling while Zat al-Dawahi is on my track; but I require of thee the like kindness and courtesy I have shown thee, for enmity will presently befal between me and my father on thine account. So do not thou neglect to do aught that I shall say to thee, remembering all this betided me not save by reason of thee.\" Hearing her words, Sharrkan joyed greatly; his breast broadened and his wits flew from him for delight, and he said,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_14": "\"How oft in the mellay I've cleft the array, * And given their bravest to lions a prey: Ask of me and of them when I proved me prow * O'er creation, on days of the foray and fray: When I left in the onslaught their lions to lie * On the sands of the low-lands[FN#203] in fieriest day.\"\n\nWhen he ended his verse, the Princess came up to him with smiles and kissed his hand; then she doffed her hauberk and he said to her, \"O lady mine, wherefore didst thou don that coat of mail and bare thy brand?\" <|Q|>\"To guard thee against these caitiffs,\"[FN#204<|Q|>] she replied. Then she summoned the gate-keepers and asked them, \"How came ye to admit the King's Knights into my dwelling without leave of me?\"; and they answered, \"O Princess, it is not our custom to ask leave of thee for the King's messengers, and especially for the chief of his Knights.\" Quoth she, \"I think ye were minded only to disgrace me and murder my guest;\" and bade Sharrkan smite their necks. He did so and she cried to the rest of her servants,", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_46": "\"Have your will, child, if the boy also wills it,\" Montfichet answered, feeling too ill to oppose anything very strongly just then. He made an effort to hide his condition from them all, and Robin felt his fingers tighten upon his arm.\n\n<|Q|>\"What is it, dear patron?\"<|Q|> Robin asked, anxiously.\n\n\"Beg me a room of the Sheriff, child, quickly. I do think that my heart is touched with some distemper.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_45": "\"I like this impudent fellow,\" he said, \"and he was very willing to help us but a little while since. Let him stay with me and be my squire in the coming tourney.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Have your will, child, if the boy also wills it,\"<|Q|> Montfichet answered, feeling too ill to oppose anything very strongly just then. He made an effort to hide his condition from them all, and Robin felt his fingers tighten upon his arm.\n\n\"What is it, dear patron?\" Robin asked, anxiously.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_48": "Robin ran to the Sheriff.\n\n\"Sir,\" said he, <|Q|>\"my patron is overcome of the heat and commotion. He prays that you will quietly grant him some private chamber wherein he may rest.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Surely, surely!\" said the Sheriff. \"Ay, and I will send him a leech -- my own man, and a right skilful fellow. Bid your master use this poor house as he would his own.\" The Sheriff spoke with great affectation. \"In the meantime I will see that a proper banquet is served to us within an hour. But who is this fellow plucking at your sleeve? He should be in the kitchen with the rest.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_47": "\"What is it, dear patron?\" Robin asked, anxiously.\n\n<|Q|>\"Beg me a room of the Sheriff, child, quickly. I do think that my heart is touched with some distemper.\"<|Q|>\n\nRobin ran to the Sheriff.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_49": "\"Sir,\" said he, \"my patron is overcome of the heat and commotion. He prays that you will quietly grant him some private chamber wherein he may rest.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Surely, surely!\"<|Q|> said the Sheriff. \"Ay, and I will send him a leech -- my own man, and a right skilful fellow. Bid your master use this poor house as he would his own.\" The Sheriff spoke with great affectation. \"In the meantime I will see that a proper banquet is served to us within an hour. But who is this fellow plucking at your sleeve? He should be in the kitchen with the rest.\"\n\n\"He is my esquire, excellency,\" returned Robin, with dignity.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_50": "\"Sir,\" said he, \"my patron is overcome of the heat and commotion. He prays that you will quietly grant him some private chamber wherein he may rest.\"\n\n\"Surely, surely!\" said the Sheriff. <|Q|>\"Ay, and I will send him a leech -- my own man, and a right skilful fellow. Bid your master use this poor house as he would his own.\"<|Q|> The Sheriff spoke with great affectation. \"In the meantime I will see that a proper banquet is served to us within an hour. But who is this fellow plucking at your sleeve? He should be in the kitchen with the rest.\"\n\n\"He is my esquire, excellency,\" returned Robin, with dignity.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_23": "\" Quoth she, \"Cheer thy heart and clear thine eyes: I will tell thee the whole of the tale and the cause of our feud with the King of Constantinople. Know that we have a yearly festival, hight the Convent-Feast, whereat Kings from all quarters and the noblest women are wont to congregate; thither also come merchants and traders with their wives and families, and the visitors abide there seven days. I was wont to be one of them; but, when there befel enmity between us, my father forbade me to be present at the festival for the space of seven years. One year, it chanced that amongst the daughters of the great who resorted to the patron, as was their custom, came a daughter of the King of Constantinople, a beautiful girl called Sophia. They tarried at the monastery six days and on the seventh the folk went their ways;[FN#205] but Sophia said, 'I will not return to Constantinople save by water.' So they equipped for her a ship in which she embarked with her suite; and making sail they put out to sea; but as they were voyaging behold, a contrary wind caught them; and drove the vessel from her course till, as Fate and Fortune would have it, she fell in with a Nazarene craft from the Camphor Island[FN#206] carrying a crew of five hundred armed Franks, who had been cruising about a long time. When they sighted the sails of the ship, wherein Sophia and her women were, they gave chase in all haste and in less than an hour they came up with her, then they laid the grappling-irons aboard her and captured her. Then taking her in tow they made all sail for their own island and were but a little distant from it when the wind veered round and, splitting their sails, drove them on to a shoal which lies off our coast. Thereupon we sallied forth and, looking on them as spoil driven to us by Fate,[FN#207] boarded and took them; and, slaying the men, made prize of the wreck, wherein we found the treasures and rarities in question and forty maidens, amongst whom was the King's daughter, Sophia. After the capture we carried the Princess and her women to my father, not knowing her to be a daughter of King Afridun of Constantinople; and he chose out for himself ten including her; and divided the rest among his dependants. Presently he set apart five damsels, amongst whom was the King s daughter, and sent them to thy father, King Omar bin al-Nu'uman, together with other gifts, such as broadcloth[FN#208] and woollen stuffs and Grecian silks. Thy father accepted them; and chose out from amongst the five girls Sophia, daughter of King Afridun; nor did we hear more of her till the beginning of this year, when her father wrote to my father in words unfitting for me to repeat, rebuking him with menaces and saying to him: Two years ago, you plundered a ship of ours which had been seized by a band of Frankish pirates in which was my daughter, Sophia, attended by her maidens numbering some threescore. Yet ye informed me not thereof by messenger or otherwise; nor could I make the matter public, lest reproach befal me amongst the Kings, by reason of my daughter's honour. So I concealed my case till this year, when I wrote to certain Frankish corsairs and sought news of my daughter from the Kings of the Isles. They replied, 'By Allah we carried her not forth of thy realm; but we have heard that King Hardub rescued her from certain pirates. And they told me the whole tale.' Then he added in the writing which he writ to my father: 'Except you wish to be at feud with me and design to disgrace me and dishonour my daughter, you will, the instant my letter reacheth you, send my daughter back to me. But if you slight my letter and disobey my commandment, I will assuredly make you full return for your foul dealing and the baseness of your practices.'[FN#209] When my father read this letter and understood the contents,[FN#210] it vexed him and he regretted not having known that Sophia, King Afridun's daughter, was among the captured damsels, that he might have sent her back to her sire; and he was perplexed about the case because, after so long a time, he could not send to King Omar bin al-Nu'uman and demand her back from him, especially as he had lately heard that Heaven had granted him boon of babe by this Sophia. So when we pondered that truth, we knew that this letter was none other than a grievous calamity; and my father found nothing for it but to write an answer to King Afridun, making his excuses and swearing to him by strong oaths that he knew not his daughter to be among the bevy of damsels in the ship and setting forth how he had sent her to King Omar bin al Nu'uman, who had gotten the blessing of issue by her. When my father's reply reached King Afridun he rose up and sat down,[FN#211] and roared and foamed at the mouth crying: \u2014 'What! shall he take captive my daughter and even her with slave-girls and pass her on from hand to hand sending her for a gift to Kings, and they lie with her without marriage-contract? By the Messiah and the true Faith,' said he, 'I will not desist till I have taken my blood-vengeance for this and have wiped out my shame; and indeed I will do a deed which the chroniclers shall chronicle after me!' So he bided his time till he devised a device and laid notable toils and snares, when he sent an embassy to thy father, King Omar, to tell him that which thou hast heard: accordingly thy father equipped thee and an army with thee and sent thee to King Afridun, whose object is to seize thee and thine army to boot. As for the three jewels whereof he told thy father when asking his aid, there was not one soothfast word in that matter, for they were with Sophia, his daughter; and my father took them from her, when he got possession of her and of her maidens, and gave them to me in free gift, and they are now with me. So go thou to thy host and turn them back ere they be led deep into, and shut in by, the land of the Franks and the country of the Greeks; for as soon as you have come far enough into their interior, they will stop the roads upon you and there will be no escape for you till the Day of retribution and retaliation. I know that thy troops are still halting where thou leftest them, because thou didst order a three days' rest; withal they have missed thee all this time and they wot not what to do.\" When Sharrkan heard her words, he was absent awhile in thought; then he kissed Princess Abrizah's hand and said, \"Praise be to Allah who hath bestowed thee on me and appointed thee to be the cause of my salvation and the salvation of whoso is with me! But 'tis grievous to me to part from thee and I know not what will become of thee after my departure.\" <|Q|>\"Go now to thine army,\"<|Q|> she replied, \"and turn them back, while ye are yet near your own country. If the envoys be still with them, lay hands on them; and keep them, that the case may be made manifest to you; and, after three days, I will be with you all and we will enter Baghdad together.\" As he turned to depart she said, \"Forget not the compact which is between me and thee;\" then she rose to bid[FN#212] him farewell and embrace him and quench the fire of desire, so she took leave of him and, throwing her arms round his neck, wept with exceeding weeping, and repeated these verses,", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_51": "\"Sir,\" said he, \"my patron is overcome of the heat and commotion. He prays that you will quietly grant him some private chamber wherein he may rest.\"\n\n\"Surely, surely!\" said the Sheriff. \"Ay, and I will send him a leech -- my own man, and a right skilful fellow. Bid your master use this poor house as he would his own.\" The Sheriff spoke with great affectation. <|Q|>\"In the meantime I will see that a proper banquet is served to us within an hour. But who is this fellow plucking at your sleeve? He should be in the kitchen with the rest.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"He is my esquire, excellency,\" returned Robin, with dignity.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_53": "Mistress Fitzooth had been carried off by the Sheriff's daughter and her maids as soon as they had entered the house, so that Robin alone had the care of Montfichet. With Will Stuteley's assistance they brought the old man safely to the chamber allotted them by the fussy Sheriff. Robin was glad when, at length, they were left to their own devices.\n\n<|Q|>\"'Tis a goblet of good wine that the lording requires to mend him,\"<|Q|> said the little stroller. \"I'll go and get it, Robin Fitzooth.\"\n\nThe wine did certainly bring back the color to the Squire's cheeks. Robin chafed his cold hands and warmed them betwixt his own. Slowly the fit passed away, and George Montfichet felt the life returning to him.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_54": "Mistress Fitzooth had been carried off by the Sheriff's daughter and her maids as soon as they had entered the house, so that Robin alone had the care of Montfichet. With Will Stuteley's assistance they brought the old man safely to the chamber allotted them by the fussy Sheriff. Robin was glad when, at length, they were left to their own devices.\n\n\"'Tis a goblet of good wine that the lording requires to mend him,\" said the little stroller. <|Q|>\"I'll go and get it, Robin Fitzooth.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe wine did certainly bring back the color to the Squire's cheeks. Robin chafed his cold hands and warmed them betwixt his own. Slowly the fit passed away, and George Montfichet felt the life returning to him.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_27": "The riot increased, for all were fighting now in two great parties; townsfolk against apprentices. The din and shouting were appalling. Robin and the little tumbler between them rolled their captive into the wizard's tent.\n\nThe Squire helped to thrust them all in and entered swiftly himself. Then he pulled down the flap of canvas, hoping that thus they might not be espied. <|Q|>\"Now, be silent, on your lives,\"<|Q|> he began; but the captured apprentice set up an instant shout.\n\n\"Silence, you knave!\" cried Montfichet. \"Stifle him, Robin, if need be; take his cloth.\" He felt for and found the wizard's black cloth.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_56": "The Squire's voice was sad. He held Robin's hand affectionately, as the latter continued his efforts to bring back warmth to him.\n\n<|Q|>\"But I will do some proper service for you, child. You shall not find me one to lightly forget. Will you forgive me now? I will return to Gamewell soon as I may and there rest for a few days.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I'll take you, sir. It will be no disappointment to me. I have seen all that I wish of Nottingham Fair.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_0": "When it was the Fiftieth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Princess Abrizah said to the Knight, <|Q|>\"This man is but one, and ye are an hundred: so if ye would attack him, come out against him, one after one, that it may appear to the King which is the valiant.\"<|Q|> Quoth Masurah, the Knight, \"By the truth of the Messiah, thou sayest sooth, and none but I shall sally out against him first.\" Quoth she, \"Wait till I go to him and acquaint him with the case and hear what answer he will make. If he consent, 'tis well; but if he refuse, ye shall on no wise come to him, for I and my handmaids and whosoever is in the convent will be his ransom", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_57": "\"But I will do some proper service for you, child. You shall not find me one to lightly forget. Will you forgive me now? I will return to Gamewell soon as I may and there rest for a few days.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I'll take you, sir. It will be no disappointment to me. I have seen all that I wish of Nottingham Fair.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You shall return for the tourney; and if your father will give you leave, young Cumberland, you shall become my Robin's esquire. No thanks; I am glad to give you such easy happiness. Arm me to the hall, Robin; I am myself again, and surely there is a smell of roasted meats!\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_3": "\"Sister Nell, do you hear these marvels? Take your place and let us see what the crystal can show to you. Most worthy conjurer of dreams, take up your wand again: we all are waiting impatiently to know what is in store for us!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"These things are true that the glass mirror shows, lording,\"<|Q|> answered the wizard, reappearing. \"The crystal cannot lie.\"\n\nHe spoke unwittingly in a natural key. Robin turned round upon him very shrewdly.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_2": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Princess Abrizah said to the Knight, \"This man is but one, and ye are an hundred: so if ye would attack him, come out against him, one after one, that it may appear to the King which is the valiant.\" Quoth Masurah, the Knight, \"By the truth of the Messiah, thou sayest sooth, and none but I shall sally out against him first.\" Quoth she, <|Q|>\"Wait till I go to him and acquaint him with the case and hear what answer he will make. If he consent, 'tis well; but if he refuse, ye shall on no wise come to him, for I and my handmaids and whosoever is in the convent will be his ransom.\"<|Q|> So she went to Sharrkan and told him the news, whereat he smiled and knew that she had not informed any of the Emirs; but that tidings of him had been bruited and blazed abroad, till the report reached the King, against her wish and intent. So he again began reproaching himself and said, \"How came I to adventure and play with my life by coming to the country of the Greeks?\" But hearing the young lady's proposal he said to her,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_5": "\" So she went to Sharrkan and told him the news, whereat he smiled and knew that she had not informed any of the Emirs; but that tidings of him had been bruited and blazed abroad, till the report reached the King, against her wish and intent. So he again began reproaching himself and said, \"How came I to adventure and play with my life by coming to the country of the Greeks?\" But hearing the young lady's proposal he said to her, \"Indeed their onset, one after one, would be overburdensome to them. Will they not come out against me, ten by ten?\" <|Q|>\"That would be villeiny,\"<|Q|> said she; \"Let one have at one.\" When he heard this, he sprang to his feet and made for them with his sword and battle-gear; and Masurah, the Knight, also sprang up and bore down upon him. Sharrkan met him like a lion and delivered a shoulder-cut[FN#200] which clove him to the middle, and the blade came out gleaming and glittering from his back and bowels. When the lady beheld that swashing-blow, Sharrkan's might was magnified in her sight and she knew that when she overthrew him in the wrestle it was not by her strength but by her beauty and loveliness. So she turned to the Knights and said,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_35": "\" They also rested in that mind, and both camps kept guard until Almighty Allah sent the light of day-dawn. Thereupon King Sharrkan and his hundred riders took horse and rode forth to the plain, where they found the Franks ranged in line of battle; and Sharrkan said to his followers, \"Our foes have determined like ourselves to do their devoir; so up and at them; and lay on load.\" Then came forth an Herald of the Franks and cried out, saying, \"Let there be no general engagement betwixt us this day, save by the duello, a champion of yours against a champion of ours.\" Whereupon one of Sharrkan's riders dashed out from the ranks and drave between the two lines crying, <|Q|>\"Ho! who is for smiting? Let no dastard engage me this day nor nidering!\"<|Q|> Hardly had he made an end of his vaunt, when there sallied forth to him a Frankish cavalier, armed cap-\u00e0-pie and clad in a surcoat of gold stuff, riding on a grey-white steed,[FN#215] and he had no hair on his cheeks. He urged his charger on to the midst of the battle-plain and the two fell to derring-do of cut and thrust, but it was not long before the Frank foined the Moslem with the lance-point; and, toppling him from his steed, took him prisoner and led him off crestfallen. His folk rejoiced in their comrade and, forbidding him to go out again to the field, sent forth another, to whom sallied out another Moslem, brother to the captive, and offered him battle. The two fell to, either against other, and fought for a little while, till the Frank bore down upon the Moslem and, falsing him with a feint, tumbled him by a thrust of the lance-heel from his destrier and took him prisoner. After this fashion the Moslems ceased not dashing forwards, one after one, and the Franks to unhorse them; and take them captive, till day departed and the night with darkness upstarted. Now they had captured of the Moslems twenty cavaliers, and when Sharrkan saw this, it was grievous to him and he mustered his men and said to them,", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_34": "Just then Robin stumbled over the skeleton of the ape, and an idea seized suddenly on his brain, and, picking himself up, he clutched the horrid thing tightly, and turned back with it. Thrusting open the proper entrance of the tent, Robin suddenly rushed forth with his burden, with a great shout.\n\n<|Q|>\"A Montfichet! A Montfichet! Gamewell to the rescue!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe held the ape aloft and thrust with it at the press. The battle melted away like wax under a hot sun at the touch of those musty bones. Terror and affright seized upon the mob, and everywhere they fell back.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_6": "\" So she went to Sharrkan and told him the news, whereat he smiled and knew that she had not informed any of the Emirs; but that tidings of him had been bruited and blazed abroad, till the report reached the King, against her wish and intent. So he again began reproaching himself and said, \"How came I to adventure and play with my life by coming to the country of the Greeks?\" But hearing the young lady's proposal he said to her, \"Indeed their onset, one after one, would be overburdensome to them. Will they not come out against me, ten by ten?\" \"That would be villeiny,\" said she; <|Q|>\"Let one have at one.\"<|Q|> When he heard this, he sprang to his feet and made for them with his sword and battle-gear; and Masurah, the Knight, also sprang up and bore down upon him. Sharrkan met him like a lion and delivered a shoulder-cut[FN#200] which clove him to the middle, and the blade came out gleaming and glittering from his back and bowels. When the lady beheld that swashing-blow, Sharrkan's might was magnified in her sight and she knew that when she overthrew him in the wrestle it was not by her strength but by her beauty and loveliness. So she turned to the Knights and said,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_8": "\" When he heard this, he sprang to his feet and made for them with his sword and battle-gear; and Masurah, the Knight, also sprang up and bore down upon him. Sharrkan met him like a lion and delivered a shoulder-cut[FN#200] which clove him to the middle, and the blade came out gleaming and glittering from his back and bowels. When the lady beheld that swashing-blow, Sharrkan's might was magnified in her sight and she knew that when she overthrew him in the wrestle it was not by her strength but by her beauty and loveliness. So she turned to the Knights and said, \"Take wreak for your chief!\" Thereupon out came the slain man's brother, a fierce and furious Knight, and rushed upon Sharrkan, who delayed not, but smote him also with the shoulder-cut and the sword came out glittering from his vitals. Then cried the Princess, <|Q|>\"O ye servants of the Messiah, avenge your comrade!\"<|Q|> So they ceased not charging down upon him, one after one; and Sharrkan also ceased not playing upon them with the blade, till he had slain fifty Knights, the lady looking on the while. And Allah cast a panic into the hearts of the survivors, so that they held back and dared not meet him in the duello, but fell upon him in a body; and he laid on load with heart firmer than a rock, and smote them; and trod them down like straw under the threshing-sled,[FN#201] till he had driven sense and soul out of them. Then the Princess called aloud to her damsels, saying, \"Who is left in the convent?\"; and they replied,", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_38": "\"Robin Fitzooth.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"And mine is Will Stuteley. Shall we be comrades?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Right willingly, for between us we have won the battle,\" answered Robin. He had taken a liking to this merry rogue; and gave him his name without fear or doubt. \"I like you, Will; you are the second Will that I have met and liked within two days; is there a sign in that?\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_10": "\" whereupon she went up to Sharrkan and took him to her bosom, he doing the same, and they returned to the palace, after he had made an end of the mel\u00e9e. Now there remained a few of the Knights hiding from him in the cells of the monastery, and when the Princess saw this she rose from Sharrkan's side and left him for a while, but presently came back clad in closely-meshed coat of ring-mail and holding in her hand a fine Indian scymitar. And she said, <|Q|>\"Now by the truth of the Messiah, I will not be a niggard of myself for my guest; nor will I abandon him though for this I abide a reproach and a by-word in the land of the Greeks.\"<|Q|> Then she took reckoning of the dead and found that he had slain fourscore of the Knights, and other twenty had taken to flight.[FN#202] When she saw what work he had made with them she said to him, \"Allah bless thee, O Sharrkan! The Cavaliers may well glory in the like of thee.\" Then he rose and wiping his blade clean of the blood of the slain began reciting these couplets,\n\n\"How oft in the mellay I've cleft the array, * And given their bravest to lions a prey: Ask of me and of them when I proved me prow * O'er creation, on days of the foray and fray: When I left in the onslaught their lions to lie * On the sands of the low-lands[FN#203] in fieriest day.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_2": "Chris paid little attention to Amos's exclamations. Leaning on his elbows and looking at the scene below, his mind worked busily on these last vital problems. But Amos was not waiting for an answer. His mind was on the present moment and the present scene, forgetful of what lay ahead of them, a few hours away. He chattered on.\n\n<|Q|>\"I like their funny black hats and droopy mustaches. Why don't they look like us, Chris?\"<|Q|> he asked. And then, \"Who-all's in the curtained stretcher they're carrying?\"\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_3": "Chris paid little attention to Amos's exclamations. Leaning on his elbows and looking at the scene below, his mind worked busily on these last vital problems. But Amos was not waiting for an answer. His mind was on the present moment and the present scene, forgetful of what lay ahead of them, a few hours away. He chattered on.\n\n\"I like their funny black hats and droopy mustaches. Why don't they look like us, Chris?\" he asked. And then, <|Q|>\"Who-all's in the curtained stretcher they're carrying?\"<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_5": "\"It's a palanquin, Amos. They carry dignitaries in them.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Hate to be a dignitary in all this heat,\"<|Q|> Amos said, unenviously. \"What are they doing now?\" he enquired, and both boys parted the prickly pine needles to look out and down.\n\nThe leader of the procession rapped three times on the great gate with a gold staff. Sentinels and guards came forward, walking on the broad gate top, and after talking with the members of the procession, turned to give an order.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_13": "\"How oft in the mellay I've cleft the array, * And given their bravest to lions a prey: Ask of me and of them when I proved me prow * O'er creation, on days of the foray and fray: When I left in the onslaught their lions to lie * On the sands of the low-lands[FN#203] in fieriest day.\"\n\nWhen he ended his verse, the Princess came up to him with smiles and kissed his hand; then she doffed her hauberk and he said to her, <|Q|>\"O lady mine, wherefore didst thou don that coat of mail and bare thy brand?\"<|Q|> \"To guard thee against these caitiffs,\"[FN#204] she replied. Then she summoned the gate-keepers and asked them, \"How came ye to admit the King's Knights into my dwelling without leave of me?\"; and they answered, \"O Princess, it is not our custom to ask leave of thee for the King's messengers, and especially for the chief of his Knights.\" Quoth she, \"I think ye were minded only to disgrace me and murder my guest", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_42": "Montfichet called out for Robin to give him an arm. The Squire, now that the danger was over, felt the reaction; and he had strange pains about his breast.\n\n\"Friends,\" said Montfichet, faintly, to the wrestlers, <|Q|>\"bear us escort so far as the Sheriff's house. It will not be safe for you to stay here now. I would speak with you later, since notice must be taken of this affair. Pray follow us, with mine and my lord Sheriff's men.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe spoke with difficulty, and both Robin and Mistress Fitzooth were much perplexed over him. The party moved slowly across the scattered Fair; nor heeded the mutterings and sour looks of the few who, from a distance, eyed them.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_16": "\"O lady mine, wherefore didst thou don that coat of mail and bare thy brand?\" \"To guard thee against these caitiffs,\"[FN#204] she replied. Then she summoned the gate-keepers and asked them, \"How came ye to admit the King's Knights into my dwelling without leave of me?\"; and they answered, \"O Princess, it is not our custom to ask leave of thee for the King's messengers, and especially for the chief of his Knights.\" Quoth she, <|Q|>\"I think ye were minded only to disgrace me and murder my guest;\"<|Q|> and bade Sharrkan smite their necks. He did so and she cried to the rest of her servants, \"Of a truth, they deserved even more than that!\" Then turning to Sharrkan, she said to him, \"Now that there hath become manifest to thee what was concealed, thou shalt be made acquainted with my history. Know, then, that I am the daughter of King Hardub of Roum; my name is Abrizah and the ancient dame, yclept Zat al-Dawahi, is my grandmother by the sword side. She it certainly is who told my father of thee, and as surely she will compass a sleight to slay me, more by token as thou hast slain my father's chivalry and it is noised abroad that I have separated myself from the Nazarenes and have become no better than I should be with the Moslems. Wherefore it were wiser that I leave this dwelling while Zat al-Dawahi is on my track; but I require of thee the like kindness and courtesy I have shown thee, for enmity will presently befal between me and my father on thine account. So do not thou neglect to do aught that I shall say to thee, remembering all this betided me not save by reason of thee.\" Hearing her words, Sharrkan joyed greatly; his breast broadened and his wits flew from him for delight, and he said,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_17": "4] she replied. Then she summoned the gate-keepers and asked them, \"How came ye to admit the King's Knights into my dwelling without leave of me?\"; and they answered, \"O Princess, it is not our custom to ask leave of thee for the King's messengers, and especially for the chief of his Knights.\" Quoth she, \"I think ye were minded only to disgrace me and murder my guest;\" and bade Sharrkan smite their necks. He did so and she cried to the rest of her servants, <|Q|>\"Of a truth, they deserved even more than that!\"<|Q|> Then turning to Sharrkan, she said to him, \"Now that there hath become manifest to thee what was concealed, thou shalt be made acquainted with my history. Know, then, that I am the daughter of King Hardub of Roum; my name is Abrizah and the ancient dame, yclept Zat al-Dawahi, is my grandmother by the sword side. She it certainly is who told my father of thee, and as surely she will compass a sleight to slay me, more by token as thou hast slain my father's chivalry and it is noised abroad that I have separated myself from the Nazarenes and have become no better than I should be with the Moslems. Wherefore it were wiser that I leave this dwelling while Zat al-Dawahi is on my track; but I require of thee the like kindness and courtesy I have shown thee, for enmity will presently befal between me and my father on thine account. So do not thou neglect to do aught that I shall say to thee, remembering all this betided me not save by reason of thee.\" Hearing her words, Sharrkan joyed greatly; his breast broadened and his wits flew from him for delight, and he said,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_18": "\" Then turning to Sharrkan, she said to him, \"Now that there hath become manifest to thee what was concealed, thou shalt be made acquainted with my history. Know, then, that I am the daughter of King Hardub of Roum; my name is Abrizah and the ancient dame, yclept Zat al-Dawahi, is my grandmother by the sword side. She it certainly is who told my father of thee, and as surely she will compass a sleight to slay me, more by token as thou hast slain my father's chivalry and it is noised abroad that I have separated myself from the Nazarenes and have become no better than I should be with the Moslems. Wherefore it were wiser that I leave this dwelling while Zat al-Dawahi is on my track; but I require of thee the like kindness and courtesy I have shown thee, for enmity will presently befal between me and my father on thine account. So do not thou neglect to do aught that I shall say to thee, remembering all this betided me not save by reason of thee.\" Hearing her words, Sharrkan joyed greatly; his breast broadened and his wits flew from him for delight, and he said, <|Q|>\"By Allah, none shall come at thee, while life is in my bosom! But hast thou patience to bear parting from thy parents and thy people?\"<|Q|> \"Even so,\" she answered; and Sharrkan swore to her and the two plighted their troth. Then said she, \"Now is my heart at ease; but there remaineth one other condition for thee.\" \"What is it?\" asked he and she answered, \"It is that thou return with thy host to thine own country.\" Quoth he, \"O lady mine, my father, King Omar bin al- Nu'uman, sent me to wage war upon thy sire, on account of the treasure he plundered from the King of Constantinople, and amongst the rest three great jewels, noted givers of good fortune", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_19": "\" Then turning to Sharrkan, she said to him, \"Now that there hath become manifest to thee what was concealed, thou shalt be made acquainted with my history. Know, then, that I am the daughter of King Hardub of Roum; my name is Abrizah and the ancient dame, yclept Zat al-Dawahi, is my grandmother by the sword side. She it certainly is who told my father of thee, and as surely she will compass a sleight to slay me, more by token as thou hast slain my father's chivalry and it is noised abroad that I have separated myself from the Nazarenes and have become no better than I should be with the Moslems. Wherefore it were wiser that I leave this dwelling while Zat al-Dawahi is on my track; but I require of thee the like kindness and courtesy I have shown thee, for enmity will presently befal between me and my father on thine account. So do not thou neglect to do aught that I shall say to thee, remembering all this betided me not save by reason of thee.\" Hearing her words, Sharrkan joyed greatly; his breast broadened and his wits flew from him for delight, and he said, \"By Allah, none shall come at thee, while life is in my bosom! But hast thou patience to bear parting from thy parents and thy people?\" \"Even so,\" she answered; and Sharrkan swore to her and the two plighted their troth. Then said she, <|Q|>\"Now is my heart at ease; but there remaineth one other condition for thee.\"<|Q|> \"What is it?\" asked he and she answered, \"It is that thou return with thy host to thine own country.\" Quoth he, \"O lady mine, my father, King Omar bin al- Nu'uman, sent me to wage war upon thy sire, on account of the treasure he plundered from the King of Constantinople, and amongst the rest three great jewels, noted givers of good fortune.\" Quoth she, \"Cheer thy heart and clear thine eyes: I will tell thee the whole of the tale and the cause of our feud with the King of Constantinople. Know that we have a yearly festival, hight the Convent-Feast, whereat Kings from all quarters and the noblest women are wont to congregate; thither also come merchants and traders with their wives and families, and the visitors abide there seven days. I was wont to be one of them; but, when there befel enmity between us, my father forbade me to be present at the festival for the space of seven years. One year, it chanced that amongst the daughters of the great who resorted to the patron, as was their custom, came a daughter of the King of Constantinople, a beautiful girl called Sophia. They tarried at the monastery six days and on the seventh the folk went their ways;[FN#205] but Sophia said, 'I will not return to Constantinople save by water.' So they equipped for her a ship in which she embarked with her suite; and making sail they put out to sea; but as they were voyaging behold, a contrary wind caught them; and drove the vessel from her course till, as Fate and Fortune would have it, she fell in with a Nazarene craft from the Camphor Island[FN#206] carrying a crew of five hundred armed Franks, who had been cruising about a long time. When they sighted the sails of the ship, wherein Sophia and her women were, they gave chase in all haste and in less than an hour they came up with her, then they laid the grappling-irons aboard her and captured her. Then taking her in tow they made all sail for their own island and were but a little distant from it when the wind veered round and, splitting their sails, drove them on to a shoal which lies off our coast. Thereupon we sallied forth and, looking on them as spoil driven to us by Fate,[FN#207] boarded and took them; and, slaying the men, made prize of the wreck, wherein we found the treasures and rarities in question and forty maidens, amongst whom was the King's daughter, Sophia. After the capture we carried the Princess and her women to my father, not knowing her to be a daughter of King Afridun of Constantinople; and he chose out for himself ten including her; and divided the rest among his dependants. Presently he set apart five damsels, amongst whom was the King s daughter, and sent them to thy father, King Omar bin al-Nu'uman, together with other gifts, such as broadcloth[FN#208] and woollen stuffs and Grecian silks. Thy father accepted them; and chose out from amongst the five girls Sophia, daughter of King Afridun; nor did we hear more of her till the beginning of this year, when her father wrote to my father in words unfitting for me to repeat, rebuking him with menaces and saying to him: Two years ago, you plundered a ship of ours which had been seized by a band of Frankish pirates in which was my daughter, Sophia, attended by her maidens numbering some threescore. Yet ye informed me not thereof by messenger or otherwise; nor could I make the matter public, lest reproach befal me amongst the Kings, by reason of my daughter's honour. So I concealed my case till this year, when I wrote to certain Frankish corsairs and sought news of my daughter from the Kings of the Isles. They replied, 'By Allah we carried her not forth of thy realm; but we have heard that King Hardub rescued her from certain pirates. And they told me the whole tale.' Then he added in the writing which he writ to my father: 'Except you wish to be at feud with me and design to disgrace me and dishonour my daughter, you will, the instant my letter reacheth you, send my daughter back to me. But if you slight my letter and disobey my commandment, I will assuredly make you full return for your foul dealing and the baseness of your practices.'[FN#209] When my father read this letter and understood the contents,[FN#210] it vexed him and he regretted not having known that Sophia, King Afridun's daughter, was among the captured damsels, that he might have sent her back to her sire; and he was perplexed about the case because, after so long a time, he could not send to King Omar bin al-Nu'uman and demand her back from him, especially as he had lately heard that Heaven had granted him boon of babe by this Sophia. So when we pondered that truth, we knew that this letter was none other than a grievous calamity; and my father found nothing for it but to write an answer to King Afridun, making his excuses and swearing to him by strong oaths that he knew not his daughter to be among the bevy of damsels in the ship and setting forth how he had sent her to King Omar bin al Nu'uman, who had gotten the blessing of issue by her. When my father's reply reached King Afridun he rose up and sat down,[FN#211] and roared and foamed at the mouth crying: \u2014 'What! shall he take captive my daughter and even her with slave-girls and pass her on from hand to hand sending her for a gift to Kings, and they lie with her without marriage-contract? By the Messiah and the true Faith,' said he, 'I will not desist till I have taken my blood-vengeance for this and have wiped out my shame; and indeed I will do a deed which the chroniclers shall chronicle after me!' So he bided his time till he devised a device and laid notable toils and snares, when he sent an embassy to thy father, King Omar, to tell him that which thou hast heard: accordingly thy father equipped thee and an army with thee and sent thee to King Afridun, whose object is to seize thee and thine army to boot. As for the three jewels whereof he told thy father when asking his aid, there was not one soothfast word in that matter, for they were with Sophia, his daughter; and my father took them from her, when he got possession of her and of her maidens, and gave them to me in free gift, and they are now with me. So go thou to thy host and turn them back ere they be led deep into, and shut in by, the land of the Franks and the country of the Greeks; for as soon as you have come far enough into their interior, they will stop the roads upon you and there will be no escape for you till the Day of retribution and retaliation. I know that thy troops are still halting where thou leftest them, because thou didst order a three days' rest; withal they have missed thee all this time and they wot not what to do.\" When Sharrkan heard her words, he was absent awhile in thought; then he kissed Princess Abrizah's hand and said,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_25": "\"Praise be to Allah who hath bestowed thee on me and appointed thee to be the cause of my salvation and the salvation of whoso is with me! But 'tis grievous to me to part from thee and I know not what will become of thee after my departure.\" \"Go now to thine army,\" she replied, \"and turn them back, while ye are yet near your own country. If the envoys be still with them, lay hands on them; and keep them, that the case may be made manifest to you; and, after three days, I will be with you all and we will enter Baghdad together.\" As he turned to depart she said, <|Q|>\"Forget not the compact which is between me and thee;\"<|Q|> then she rose to bid[FN#212] him farewell and embrace him and quench the fire of desire, so she took leave of him and, throwing her arms round his neck, wept with exceeding weeping, and repeated these verses,\n\n\"I bade adieu, my right hand wiped my tears away, * The while my left hand held her in a close embrace: 'Fearest thou naught,' quoth she, 'of shame?' I answered 'Nay, * The lover's parting day is lover's worst disgrace.'\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_20": "\" Then turning to Sharrkan, she said to him, \"Now that there hath become manifest to thee what was concealed, thou shalt be made acquainted with my history. Know, then, that I am the daughter of King Hardub of Roum; my name is Abrizah and the ancient dame, yclept Zat al-Dawahi, is my grandmother by the sword side. She it certainly is who told my father of thee, and as surely she will compass a sleight to slay me, more by token as thou hast slain my father's chivalry and it is noised abroad that I have separated myself from the Nazarenes and have become no better than I should be with the Moslems. Wherefore it were wiser that I leave this dwelling while Zat al-Dawahi is on my track; but I require of thee the like kindness and courtesy I have shown thee, for enmity will presently befal between me and my father on thine account. So do not thou neglect to do aught that I shall say to thee, remembering all this betided me not save by reason of thee.\" Hearing her words, Sharrkan joyed greatly; his breast broadened and his wits flew from him for delight, and he said, \"By Allah, none shall come at thee, while life is in my bosom! But hast thou patience to bear parting from thy parents and thy people?\" \"Even so,\" she answered; and Sharrkan swore to her and the two plighted their troth. Then said she, \"Now is my heart at ease; but there remaineth one other condition for thee.\" \"What is it?\" asked he and she answered, <|Q|>\"It is that thou return with thy host to thine own country.\"<|Q|> Quoth he, \"O lady mine, my father, King Omar bin al- Nu'uman, sent me to wage war upon thy sire, on account of the treasure he plundered from the King of Constantinople, and amongst the rest three great jewels, noted givers of good fortune.\" Quoth she, \"Cheer thy heart and clear thine eyes: I will tell thee the whole of the tale and the cause of our feud with the King of Constantinople. Know that we have a yearly festival, hight the Convent-Feast, whereat Kings from all quarters and the noblest women are wont to congregate; thither also come merchants and traders with their wives and families, and the visitors abide there seven days. I was wont to be one of them; but, when there befel enmity between us, my father forbade me to be present at the festival for the space of seven years. One year, it chanced that amongst the daughters of the great who resorted to the patron, as was their custom, came a daughter of the King of Constantinople, a beautiful girl called Sophia. They tarried at the monastery six days and on the seventh the folk went their ways;[FN#205] but Sophia said, 'I will not return to Constantinople save by water.' So they equipped for her a ship in which she embarked with her suite; and making sail they put out to sea; but as they were voyaging behold, a contrary wind caught them; and drove the vessel from her course till, as Fate and Fortune would have it, she fell in with a Nazarene craft from the Camphor Island[FN#206] carrying a crew of five hundred armed Franks, who had been cruising about a long time. When they sighted the sails of the ship, wherein Sophia and her women were, they gave chase in all haste and in less than an hour they came up with her, then they laid the grappling-irons aboard her and captured her. Then taking her in tow they made all sail for their own island and were but a little distant from it when the wind veered round and, splitting their sails, drove them on to a shoal which lies off our coast. Thereupon we sallied forth and, looking on them as spoil driven to us by Fate,[FN#207] boarded and took them; and, slaying the men, made prize of the wreck, wherein we found the treasures and rarities in question and forty maidens, amongst whom was the King's daughter, Sophia. After the capture we carried the Princess and her women to my father, not knowing her to be a daughter of King Afridun of Constantinople; and he chose out for himself ten including her; and divided the rest among his dependants. Presently he set apart five damsels, amongst whom was the King s daughter, and sent them to thy father, King Omar bin al-Nu'uman, together with other gifts, such as broadcloth[FN#208] and woollen stuffs and Grecian silks. Thy father accepted them; and chose out from amongst the five girls Sophia, daughter of King Afridun; nor did we hear more of her till the beginning of this year, when her father wrote to my father in words unfitting for me to repeat, rebuking him with menaces and saying to him: Two years ago, you plundered a ship of ours which had been seized by a band of Frankish pirates in which was my daughter, Sophia, attended by her maidens numbering some threescore. Yet ye informed me not thereof by messenger or otherwise; nor could I make the matter public, lest reproach befal me amongst the Kings, by reason of my daughter's honour. So I concealed my case till this year, when I wrote to certain Frankish corsairs and sought news of my daughter from the Kings of the Isles. They replied, 'By Allah we carried her not forth of thy realm; but we have heard that King Hardub rescued her from certain pirates. And they told me the whole tale.' Then he added in the writing which he writ to my father: 'Except you wish to be at feud with me and design to disgrace me and dishonour my daughter, you will, the instant my letter reacheth you, send my daughter back to me. But if you slight my letter and disobey my commandment, I will assuredly make you full return for your foul dealing and the baseness of your practices.'[FN#209] When my father read this letter and understood the contents,[FN#210] it vexed him and he regretted not having known that Sophia, King Afridun's daughter, was among the captured damsels, that he might have sent her back to her sire; and he was perplexed about the case because, after so long a time, he could not send to King Omar bin al-Nu'uman and demand her back from him, especially as he had lately heard that Heaven had granted him boon of babe by this Sophia. So when we pondered that truth, we knew that this letter was none other than a grievous calamity; and my father found nothing for it but to write an answer to King Afridun, making his excuses and swearing to him by strong oaths that he knew not his daughter to be among the bevy of damsels in the ship and setting forth how he had sent her to King Omar bin al Nu'uman, who had gotten the blessing of issue by her. When my father's reply reached King Afridun he rose up and sat down,[FN#211] and roared and foamed at the mouth crying: \u2014 'What! shall he take captive my daughter and even her with slave-girls and pass her on from hand to hand sending her for a gift to Kings, and they lie with her without marriage-contract? By the Messiah and the true Faith,' said he, 'I will not desist till I have taken my blood-vengeance for this and have wiped out my shame; and indeed I will do a deed which the chroniclers shall chronicle after me!' So he bided his time till he devised a device and laid notable toils and snares, when he sent an embassy to thy father, King Omar, to tell him that which thou hast heard: accordingly thy father equipped thee and an army with thee and sent thee to King Afridun, whose object is to seize thee and thine army to boot. As for the three jewels whereof he told thy father when asking his aid, there was not one soothfast word in that matter, for they were with Sophia, his daughter; and my father took them from her, when he got possession of her and of her maidens, and gave them to me in free gift, and they are now with me. So go thou to thy host and turn them back ere they be led deep into, and shut in by, the land of the Franks and the country of the Greeks; for as soon as you have come far enough into their interior, they will stop the roads upon you and there will be no escape for you till the Day of retribution and retaliation. I know that thy troops are still halting where thou leftest them, because thou didst order a three days' rest; withal they have missed thee all this time and they wot not what to do.\" When Sharrkan heard her words, he was absent awhile in thought; then he kissed Princess Abrizah's hand and said,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_22": "\" Quoth she, \"Cheer thy heart and clear thine eyes: I will tell thee the whole of the tale and the cause of our feud with the King of Constantinople. Know that we have a yearly festival, hight the Convent-Feast, whereat Kings from all quarters and the noblest women are wont to congregate; thither also come merchants and traders with their wives and families, and the visitors abide there seven days. I was wont to be one of them; but, when there befel enmity between us, my father forbade me to be present at the festival for the space of seven years. One year, it chanced that amongst the daughters of the great who resorted to the patron, as was their custom, came a daughter of the King of Constantinople, a beautiful girl called Sophia. They tarried at the monastery six days and on the seventh the folk went their ways;[FN#205] but Sophia said, 'I will not return to Constantinople save by water.' So they equipped for her a ship in which she embarked with her suite; and making sail they put out to sea; but as they were voyaging behold, a contrary wind caught them; and drove the vessel from her course till, as Fate and Fortune would have it, she fell in with a Nazarene craft from the Camphor Island[FN#206] carrying a crew of five hundred armed Franks, who had been cruising about a long time. When they sighted the sails of the ship, wherein Sophia and her women were, they gave chase in all haste and in less than an hour they came up with her, then they laid the grappling-irons aboard her and captured her. Then taking her in tow they made all sail for their own island and were but a little distant from it when the wind veered round and, splitting their sails, drove them on to a shoal which lies off our coast. Thereupon we sallied forth and, looking on them as spoil driven to us by Fate,[FN#207] boarded and took them; and, slaying the men, made prize of the wreck, wherein we found the treasures and rarities in question and forty maidens, amongst whom was the King's daughter, Sophia. After the capture we carried the Princess and her women to my father, not knowing her to be a daughter of King Afridun of Constantinople; and he chose out for himself ten including her; and divided the rest among his dependants. Presently he set apart five damsels, amongst whom was the King s daughter, and sent them to thy father, King Omar bin al-Nu'uman, together with other gifts, such as broadcloth[FN#208] and woollen stuffs and Grecian silks. Thy father accepted them; and chose out from amongst the five girls Sophia, daughter of King Afridun; nor did we hear more of her till the beginning of this year, when her father wrote to my father in words unfitting for me to repeat, rebuking him with menaces and saying to him: Two years ago, you plundered a ship of ours which had been seized by a band of Frankish pirates in which was my daughter, Sophia, attended by her maidens numbering some threescore. Yet ye informed me not thereof by messenger or otherwise; nor could I make the matter public, lest reproach befal me amongst the Kings, by reason of my daughter's honour. So I concealed my case till this year, when I wrote to certain Frankish corsairs and sought news of my daughter from the Kings of the Isles. They replied, 'By Allah we carried her not forth of thy realm; but we have heard that King Hardub rescued her from certain pirates. And they told me the whole tale.' Then he added in the writing which he writ to my father: 'Except you wish to be at feud with me and design to disgrace me and dishonour my daughter, you will, the instant my letter reacheth you, send my daughter back to me. But if you slight my letter and disobey my commandment, I will assuredly make you full return for your foul dealing and the baseness of your practices.'[FN#209] When my father read this letter and understood the contents,[FN#210] it vexed him and he regretted not having known that Sophia, King Afridun's daughter, was among the captured damsels, that he might have sent her back to her sire; and he was perplexed about the case because, after so long a time, he could not send to King Omar bin al-Nu'uman and demand her back from him, especially as he had lately heard that Heaven had granted him boon of babe by this Sophia. So when we pondered that truth, we knew that this letter was none other than a grievous calamity; and my father found nothing for it but to write an answer to King Afridun, making his excuses and swearing to him by strong oaths that he knew not his daughter to be among the bevy of damsels in the ship and setting forth how he had sent her to King Omar bin al Nu'uman, who had gotten the blessing of issue by her. When my father's reply reached King Afridun he rose up and sat down,[FN#211] and roared and foamed at the mouth crying: \u2014 'What! shall he take captive my daughter and even her with slave-girls and pass her on from hand to hand sending her for a gift to Kings, and they lie with her without marriage-contract? By the Messiah and the true Faith,' said he, 'I will not desist till I have taken my blood-vengeance for this and have wiped out my shame; and indeed I will do a deed which the chroniclers shall chronicle after me!' So he bided his time till he devised a device and laid notable toils and snares, when he sent an embassy to thy father, King Omar, to tell him that which thou hast heard: accordingly thy father equipped thee and an army with thee and sent thee to King Afridun, whose object is to seize thee and thine army to boot. As for the three jewels whereof he told thy father when asking his aid, there was not one soothfast word in that matter, for they were with Sophia, his daughter; and my father took them from her, when he got possession of her and of her maidens, and gave them to me in free gift, and they are now with me. So go thou to thy host and turn them back ere they be led deep into, and shut in by, the land of the Franks and the country of the Greeks; for as soon as you have come far enough into their interior, they will stop the roads upon you and there will be no escape for you till the Day of retribution and retaliation. I know that thy troops are still halting where thou leftest them, because thou didst order a three days' rest; withal they have missed thee all this time and they wot not what to do.\" When Sharrkan heard her words, he was absent awhile in thought; then he kissed Princess Abrizah's hand and said, <|Q|>\"Praise be to Allah who hath bestowed thee on me and appointed thee to be the cause of my salvation and the salvation of whoso is with me! But 'tis grievous to me to part from thee and I know not what will become of thee after my departure.\"<|Q|> \"Go now to thine army,\" she replied, \"and turn them back, while ye are yet near your own country. If the envoys be still with them, lay hands on them; and keep them, that the case may be made manifest to you; and, after three days, I will be with you all and we will enter Baghdad together.\" As he turned to depart she said, \"Forget not the compact which is between me and thee;\" then she rose to bid[FN#212] him farewell and embrace him and quench the fire of desire, so she took leave of him and, throwing her arms round his neck, wept with exceeding weeping, and repeated these verses,", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_52": "\"Surely, surely!\" said the Sheriff. \"Ay, and I will send him a leech -- my own man, and a right skilful fellow. Bid your master use this poor house as he would his own.\" The Sheriff spoke with great affectation. \"In the meantime I will see that a proper banquet is served to us within an hour. But who is this fellow plucking at your sleeve? He should be in the kitchen with the rest.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"He is my esquire, excellency,\"<|Q|> returned Robin, with dignity.\n\nMistress Fitzooth had been carried off by the Sheriff's daughter and her maids as soon as they had entered the house, so that Robin alone had the care of Montfichet. With Will Stuteley's assistance they brought the old man safely to the chamber allotted them by the fussy Sheriff. Robin was glad when, at length, they were left to their own devices.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_21": "\"By Allah, none shall come at thee, while life is in my bosom! But hast thou patience to bear parting from thy parents and thy people?\" \"Even so,\" she answered; and Sharrkan swore to her and the two plighted their troth. Then said she, \"Now is my heart at ease; but there remaineth one other condition for thee.\" \"What is it?\" asked he and she answered, \"It is that thou return with thy host to thine own country.\" Quoth he, <|Q|>\"O lady mine, my father, King Omar bin al- Nu'uman, sent me to wage war upon thy sire, on account of the treasure he plundered from the King of Constantinople, and amongst the rest three great jewels, noted givers of good fortune.\"<|Q|> Quoth she, \"Cheer thy heart and clear thine eyes: I will tell thee the whole of the tale and the cause of our feud with the King of Constantinople. Know that we have a yearly festival, hight the Convent-Feast, whereat Kings from all quarters and the noblest women are wont to congregate; thither also come merchants and traders with their wives and families, and the visitors abide there seven days. I was wont to be one of them; but, when there befel enmity between us, my father forbade me to be present at the festival for the space of seven years. One year, it chanced that amongst the daughters of the great who resorted to the patron, as was their custom, came a daughter of the King of Constantinople, a beautiful girl called Sophia. They tarried at the monastery six days and on the seventh the folk went their ways;[FN#205] but Sophia said, 'I will not return to Constantinople save by water.' So they equipped for her a ship in which she embarked with her suite; and making sail they put out to sea; but as they were voyaging behold, a contrary wind caught them; and drove the vessel from her course till, as Fate and Fortune would have it, she fell in with a Nazarene craft from the Camphor Island[FN#206] carrying a crew of five hundred armed Franks, who had been cruising about a long time. When they sighted the sails of the ship, wherein Sophia and her women were, they gave chase in all haste and in less than an hour they came up with her, then they laid the grappling-irons aboard her and captured her. Then taking her in tow they made all sail for their own island and were but a little distant from it when the wind veered round and, splitting their sails, drove them on to a shoal which lies off our coast. Thereupon we sallied forth and, looking on them as spoil driven to us by Fate,[FN#207] boarded and took them; and, slaying the men, made prize of the wreck, wherein we found the treasures and rarities in question and forty maidens, amongst whom was the King's daughter, Sophia. After the capture we carried the Princess and her women to my father, not knowing her to be a daughter of King Afridun of Constantinople; and he chose out for himself ten including her; and divided the rest among his dependants. Presently he set apart five damsels, amongst whom was the King s daughter, and sent them to thy father, King Omar bin al-Nu'uman, together with other gifts, such as broadcloth[FN#208] and woollen stuffs and Grecian silks. Thy father accepted them; and chose out from amongst the five girls Sophia, daughter of King Afridun; nor did we hear more of her till the beginning of this year, when her father wrote to my father in words unfitting for me to repeat, rebuking him with menaces and saying to him: Two years ago, you plundered a ship of ours which had been seized by a band of Frankish pirates in which was my daughter, Sophia, attended by her maidens numbering some threescore. Yet ye informed me not thereof by messenger or otherwise; nor could I make the matter public, lest reproach befal me amongst the Kings, by reason of my daughter's honour. So I concealed my case till this year, when I wrote to certain Frankish corsairs and sought news of my daughter from the Kings of the Isles. They replied, 'By Allah we carried her not forth of thy realm; but we have heard that King Hardub rescued her from certain pirates. And they told me the whole tale.' Then he added in the writing which he writ to my father: 'Except you wish to be at feud with me and design to disgrace me and dishonour my daughter, you will, the instant my letter reacheth you, send my daughter back to me. But if you slight my letter and disobey my commandment, I will assuredly make you full return for your foul dealing and the baseness of your practices.'[FN#209] When my father read this letter and understood the contents,[FN#210] it vexed him and he regretted not having known that Sophia, King Afridun's daughter, was among the captured damsels, that he might have sent her back to her sire; and he was perplexed about the case because, after so long a time, he could not send to King Omar bin al-Nu'uman and demand her back from him, especially as he had lately heard that Heaven had granted him boon of babe by this Sophia. So when we pondered that truth, we knew that this letter was none other than a grievous calamity; and my father found nothing for it but to write an answer to King Afridun, making his excuses and swearing to him by strong oaths that he knew not his daughter to be among the bevy of damsels in the ship and setting forth how he had sent her to King Omar bin al Nu'uman, who had gotten the blessing of issue by her. When my father's reply reached King Afridun he rose up and sat down,[FN#211] and roared and foamed at the mouth crying: \u2014 'What! shall he take captive my daughter and even her with slave-girls and pass her on from hand to hand sending her for a gift to Kings, and they lie with her without marriage-contract? By the Messiah and the true Faith,' said he, 'I will not desist till I have taken my blood-vengeance for this and have wiped out my shame; and indeed I will do a deed which the chroniclers shall chronicle after me!' So he bided his time till he devised a device and laid notable toils and snares, when he sent an embassy to thy father, King Omar, to tell him that which thou hast heard: accordingly thy father equipped thee and an army with thee and sent thee to King Afridun, whose object is to seize thee and thine army to boot. As for the three jewels whereof he told thy father when asking his aid, there was not one soothfast word in that matter, for they were with Sophia, his daughter; and my father took them from her, when he got possession of her and of her maidens, and gave them to me in free gift, and they are now with me. So go thou to thy host and turn them back ere they be led deep into, and shut in by, the land of the Franks and the country of the Greeks; for as soon as you have come far enough into their interior, they will stop the roads upon you and there will be no escape for you till the Day of retribution and retaliation. I know that thy troops are still halting where thou leftest them, because thou didst order a three days' rest; withal they have missed thee all this time and they wot not what to do.\" When Sharrkan heard her words, he was absent awhile in thought; then he kissed Princess Abrizah's hand and said,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_16": "\" Chris muttered, as the crowds below swelled and grew. Boys climbed upon one another's shoulders, teakwood stools were brought for the richer people to stand on, and along the street that led away to the right around the palace walls, Chris and Amos could see embroidered silks hung from all the windows, and Chinese people in their best holiday clothes laughing excitedly. All were looking toward the gates, and at last, from far within, even more distantly than before, came the first sound of trumpets. These had a sweeter, clearer sound than those the boys had heard at noon.\n\n<|Q|>\"Never heard a sweeter note,\"<|Q|> Amos said. \"Might be made of silver, 'way they sound.\"\n\nThe boys counted, and twelve times the low, lovely notes swung out on the air.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_28": "\" So Sharrkan cried to his men to saddle and mount, which they did and, setting out at once, they stinted not faring till they reached the sole of the valley wherein the host lay. The Ambassadors meanwhile had reported Sharrkan's approach to their King, who forthright equipped a host to lay hold of him and those with him. But Sharrkan, escorted by the Wazir Dandan and the two Emirs, had no sooner sighted the army, than he raised the cry <|Q|>\"March! March!\"<|Q|> They took horse on the instant and fared through the first day and second and third day, nor did they cease faring for five days; at the end of which time they alighted in a well-wooded valley, where they rested awhile. Then they again set out and stayed not riding for five and twenty days which placed them on the frontiers of their own country. Here, deeming themselves safe, they halted to rest; and the country people came out to them with guest-gifts for the men and provender and forage for the beasts. They tarried there two days after which, as all would be making for their homes, Sharrkan put the Wazir Dandan in command, bidding him lead the host back to Baghdad. But he himself remained behind with an hundred riders, till the rest of the army had made one day's march: then he called \"To horse!\" and mounted with his hundred men. They rode on two parasangs'[FN#214] space till they arrived at a gorge between two mountains and lo! there arose before them a dark cloud of sand and dust. So they checked their steeds awhile till the dust opened and lifted, discovering beneath it an hundred cavaliers, lion-faced and in mail-coats cased. As soon as they drew within earshot of Sharrkan and his meiny they cried out to them, saying,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_30": "\" When Sharrkan heard this, his eyes stood out from his head and his cheeks flushed red and he said 'How is it, O Nazarene dogs, ye dare enter our country and overmarch our land? And doth not this suffice you, but ye must adventure yourselves and address us in such unseemly speech? Do you think to escape out of our hands and return to your country?\" Then he shouted to his hundred horsemen, \"Up and at these hounds, for they even you in number!\" So saying, he bared his sabre and bore down on them, he and his, but the Franks met them with hearts firmer than rocks, and wight dashed against wight, and knight dashed upon knight, and hot waxed the fight, and sore was the affright, and nor parley nor cries of quarter helped their plight; and they stinted not to charge and to smite, right hand meeting right, nor to hack and hew with blades bright-white, till day turned to night and gloom oppressed the sight. Then they drew apart and Sharrkan mustered his men and found none wounded save four only, who showed hurts but not death-hurts. Said he to them, \"By Allah, my life long have I waded in the clashing sea of fight and I have met many a gallant sprite, but none so unfrightened of the sword that smites and the shock of men that affrights like these valiant Knights!\" \"Know, O King,\" said they, that there is among them a Frankish cavalier who is their leader and, indeed, he is a man of valour and fatal is his spear-thrust: but, by Allah, he spares us great and small; for whoso falls into his hands he lets him go and forbears to slay him. By Allah, had he willed he had killed us all.\" Sharrkan was astounded when he heard what the Knight had done and such high report of him, so he said, <|Q|>\"When the morn shall morrow, we will draw out and defy them, for we are an hundred to their hundred; and we will seek aid against them from the Lord of the Heavens.\"<|Q|> So they rested that night in such intent; whilst the Franks gathered round their Captain and said, \"Verily this day we did not win our will of these;\" and he replied, \"At early dawn when the morrow shall morn, we will draw out and challenge them, one after one.\" They also rested in that mind, and both camps kept guard until Almighty Allah sent the light of day-dawn. Thereupon King Sharrkan and his hundred riders took horse and rode forth to the plain, where they found the Franks ranged in line of battle; and Sharrkan said to his followers,", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_29": "\" They took horse on the instant and fared through the first day and second and third day, nor did they cease faring for five days; at the end of which time they alighted in a well-wooded valley, where they rested awhile. Then they again set out and stayed not riding for five and twenty days which placed them on the frontiers of their own country. Here, deeming themselves safe, they halted to rest; and the country people came out to them with guest-gifts for the men and provender and forage for the beasts. They tarried there two days after which, as all would be making for their homes, Sharrkan put the Wazir Dandan in command, bidding him lead the host back to Baghdad. But he himself remained behind with an hundred riders, till the rest of the army had made one day's march: then he called \"To horse!\" and mounted with his hundred men. They rode on two parasangs'[FN#214] space till they arrived at a gorge between two mountains and lo! there arose before them a dark cloud of sand and dust. So they checked their steeds awhile till the dust opened and lifted, discovering beneath it an hundred cavaliers, lion-faced and in mail-coats cased. As soon as they drew within earshot of Sharrkan and his meiny they cried out to them, saying, <|Q|>\"By the virtue of John and Mary, we have won to our wish! We have been following you by forced marches, night and day, till we forewent you to this place. So dismount and lay down your arms and yield yourselves, that we may grant you your lives.\"<|Q|> When Sharrkan heard this, his eyes stood out from his head and his cheeks flushed red and he said 'How is it, O Nazarene dogs, ye dare enter our country and overmarch our land? And doth not this suffice you, but ye must adventure yourselves and address us in such unseemly speech? Do you think to escape out of our hands and return to your country?\" Then he shouted to his hundred horsemen, \"Up and at these hounds, for they even you in number!\" So saying, he bared his sabre and bore down on them, he and his, but the Franks met them with hearts firmer than rocks, and wight dashed against wight, and knight dashed upon knight, and hot waxed the fight, and sore was the affright, and nor parley nor cries of quarter helped their plight; and they stinted not to charge and to smite, right hand meeting right, nor to hack and hew with blades bright-white, till day turned to night and gloom oppressed the sight. Then they drew apart and Sharrkan mustered his men and found none wounded save four only, who showed hurts but not death-hurts. Said he to them, \"By Allah, my life long have I waded in the clashing sea of fight and I have met many a gallant sprite, but none so unfrightened of the sword that smites and the shock of men that affrights like these valiant Knights!\" \"Know, O King,\" said they, that there is among them a Frankish cavalier who is their leader and, indeed, he is a man of valour and fatal is his spear-thrust: but, by Allah, he spares us great and small; for whoso falls into his hands he lets him go and forbears to slay him. By Allah, had he willed he had killed us all.\" Sharrkan was astounded when he heard what the Knight had done and such high report of him, so he said,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_0": "Chris now knew how lonely he had been until he set Amos free from his wooden shroud, but, warned by Mr. Wicker, he did not tell his new friend that he came from another year as yet unreached by the time they lived in.\n\n<|Q|>\"It is enough for a while,\"<|Q|> cautioned Mr. Wicker, \"that Amos get used to being limber and alive. That is change enough from a carved wooden figure. It would only confuse and trouble him to think you do not really belong where you are. So let him be happy. And I shall seal your lips with regard to the secret of the Jewel Tree, for that must be known to no one,\" and so saying he rubbed a salve over Chris's lips.\n\n\"Now tell me what you are to journey after", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_32": "\" When Sharrkan heard this, his eyes stood out from his head and his cheeks flushed red and he said 'How is it, O Nazarene dogs, ye dare enter our country and overmarch our land? And doth not this suffice you, but ye must adventure yourselves and address us in such unseemly speech? Do you think to escape out of our hands and return to your country?\" Then he shouted to his hundred horsemen, \"Up and at these hounds, for they even you in number!\" So saying, he bared his sabre and bore down on them, he and his, but the Franks met them with hearts firmer than rocks, and wight dashed against wight, and knight dashed upon knight, and hot waxed the fight, and sore was the affright, and nor parley nor cries of quarter helped their plight; and they stinted not to charge and to smite, right hand meeting right, nor to hack and hew with blades bright-white, till day turned to night and gloom oppressed the sight. Then they drew apart and Sharrkan mustered his men and found none wounded save four only, who showed hurts but not death-hurts. Said he to them, \"By Allah, my life long have I waded in the clashing sea of fight and I have met many a gallant sprite, but none so unfrightened of the sword that smites and the shock of men that affrights like these valiant Knights!\" \"Know, O King,\" said they, that there is among them a Frankish cavalier who is their leader and, indeed, he is a man of valour and fatal is his spear-thrust: but, by Allah, he spares us great and small; for whoso falls into his hands he lets him go and forbears to slay him. By Allah, had he willed he had killed us all.\" Sharrkan was astounded when he heard what the Knight had done and such high report of him, so he said, \"When the morn shall morrow, we will draw out and defy them, for we are an hundred to their hundred; and we will seek aid against them from the Lord of the Heavens.\" So they rested that night in such intent; whilst the Franks gathered round their Captain and said, \"Verily this day we did not win our will of these;\" and he replied, <|Q|>\"At early dawn when the morrow shall morn, we will draw out and challenge them, one after one.\"<|Q|> They also rested in that mind, and both camps kept guard until Almighty Allah sent the light of day-dawn. Thereupon King Sharrkan and his hundred riders took horse and rode forth to the plain, where they found the Franks ranged in line of battle; and Sharrkan said to his followers, \"Our foes have determined like ourselves to do their devoir; so up and at them; and lay on load.\" Then came forth an Herald of the Franks and cried out, saying,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_1": "Chris now knew how lonely he had been until he set Amos free from his wooden shroud, but, warned by Mr. Wicker, he did not tell his new friend that he came from another year as yet unreached by the time they lived in.\n\n\"It is enough for a while,\" cautioned Mr. Wicker, <|Q|>\"that Amos get used to being limber and alive. That is change enough from a carved wooden figure. It would only confuse and trouble him to think you do not really belong where you are. So let him be happy. And I shall seal your lips with regard to the secret of the Jewel Tree, for that must be known to no one,\"<|Q|> and so saying he rubbed a salve over Chris's lips.\n\n\"Now tell me what you are to journey after,\" commanded Mr. Wicker. But when Chris attempted to talk of the Jewel Tree, the words would not pass his lips but remained in his mouth like a handful of marbles.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_34": "\" They also rested in that mind, and both camps kept guard until Almighty Allah sent the light of day-dawn. Thereupon King Sharrkan and his hundred riders took horse and rode forth to the plain, where they found the Franks ranged in line of battle; and Sharrkan said to his followers, \"Our foes have determined like ourselves to do their devoir; so up and at them; and lay on load.\" Then came forth an Herald of the Franks and cried out, saying, <|Q|>\"Let there be no general engagement betwixt us this day, save by the duello, a champion of yours against a champion of ours.\"<|Q|> Whereupon one of Sharrkan's riders dashed out from the ranks and drave between the two lines crying, \"Ho! who is for smiting? Let no dastard engage me this day nor nidering!\" Hardly had he made an end of his vaunt, when there sallied forth to him a Frankish cavalier, armed cap-\u00e0-pie and clad in a surcoat of gold stuff, riding on a grey-white steed,[FN#215] and he had no hair on his cheeks. He urged his charger on to the midst of the battle-plain and the two fell to derring-do of cut and thrust, but it was not long before the Frank foined the Moslem with the lance-point; and, toppling him from his steed, took him prisoner and led him off crestfallen. His folk rejoiced in their comrade and, forbidding him to go out again to the field, sent forth another, to whom sallied out another Moslem, brother to the captive, and offered him battle. The two fell to, either against other, and fought for a little while, till the Frank bore down upon the Moslem and, falsing him with a feint, tumbled him by a thrust of the lance-heel from his destrier and took him prisoner. After this fashion the Moslems ceased not dashing forwards, one after one, and the Franks to unhorse them; and take them captive, till day departed and the night with darkness upstarted. Now they had captured of the Moslems twenty cavaliers, and when Sharrkan saw this, it was grievous to him and he mustered his men and said to them,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_4": "\"Now tell me what you are to journey after,\" commanded Mr. Wicker. But when Chris attempted to talk of the Jewel Tree, the words would not pass his lips but remained in his mouth like a handful of marbles.\n\n\"Good,\" said Mr. Wicker, rubbing his hands. \"Not even to me. Excellent stuff, this,\" he added, turning the tiny case that contained the salve in his fingers. <|Q|>\"I got it in India years ago, and this is the last of it. But I hardly imagine I shall need it again. Its use is somewhat drastic, but occasionally wise.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Mr. Wicker,\" Chris said thoughtfully one afternoon after his lessons and memorizing were over for the day, \"of the three things in your shop window that I liked best, two have been explained. Yet the third, which still interests me, seems to have had, so far, no significance. I mean, of course, the rope.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_5": "\"Good,\" said Mr. Wicker, rubbing his hands. \"Not even to me. Excellent stuff, this,\" he added, turning the tiny case that contained the salve in his fingers. \"I got it in India years ago, and this is the last of it. But I hardly imagine I shall need it again. Its use is somewhat drastic, but occasionally wise.\"\n\n\"Mr. Wicker,\" Chris said thoughtfully one afternoon after his lessons and memorizing were over for the day, <|Q|>\"of the three things in your shop window that I liked best, two have been explained. Yet the third, which still interests me, seems to have had, so far, no significance. I mean, of course, the rope.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Ah yes,\" Mr. Wicker agreed, nodding and stretching his feet out toward the fire, \"the rope. Very well, my boy, since it has come into your mind again, that means that the time has come for you to discover its use. Go and bring it to me.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_40": "\" So they both passed that night restfully till dawn; and, as soon as it was day, they mounted and each bore down on other and ceased not to fight till half the day was done. Then the Frank bethought him of a ruse; first urging his steed with heel and then checking him with the rein, so that he stumbled and fell with his rider; thereupon Sharrkan threw himself on the foe, and would have smitten him with the sword fearing lest the strife be prolonged, when the Frank cried out to him, <|Q|>\"O Sharrkan, champions are not wont to do thus! This is the act of a man accustomed to be beaten by a woman.\"[FN#216<|Q|>] When Sharrkan heard this, he raised his eyes to the Frank's face and gazing steadfastly at him, recognized in him Princess Abrizah with whom that pleasant adventure had befallen him in the convent; whereupon he cast brand from hand and, kissing the earth before her, asked her, \"What moved thee to a deed like this?\"; and she answered, \"I desired to prove thy prowess afield and test thy doughtiness in tilting and jousting. These that are with me are my handmaids, and they are all clean maids; yet they have vanquished thy horsemen in fair press and stress of plain; and had not my steed stumbled with me, thou shouldst have seen my might and prowess in combat", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_42": "6] When Sharrkan heard this, he raised his eyes to the Frank's face and gazing steadfastly at him, recognized in him Princess Abrizah with whom that pleasant adventure had befallen him in the convent; whereupon he cast brand from hand and, kissing the earth before her, asked her, \"What moved thee to a deed like this?\"; and she answered, \"I desired to prove thy prowess afield and test thy doughtiness in tilting and jousting. These that are with me are my handmaids, and they are all clean maids; yet they have vanquished thy horsemen in fair press and stress of plain; and had not my steed stumbled with me, thou shouldst have seen my might and prowess in combat.\" Sharrkan smiled at her speech and said, <|Q|>\"Praise be to Allah for safety and for my reunion with thee, O Queen of the age!\"<|Q|> Then she cried out to her damsels to loose the twenty captives of Sharrkan's troop and dismount. They did as she bade and came and kissed the earth before her and Sharrkan who said to them, \"It is the like of you that Kings keep in store for the need-hour.\" Then he signed to his comrades to salute the Princess; so all alighted and kissed the earth before her, for they knew the story. After this, the whole two hundred took horse, and fared on night and day for six days' space, till they drew near to Baghdad, when they halted and Sharrkan bade Abrizah and her handmaids doff the Frankish garb that was on them, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_7": "\"Mr. Wicker,\" Chris said thoughtfully one afternoon after his lessons and memorizing were over for the day, \"of the three things in your shop window that I liked best, two have been explained. Yet the third, which still interests me, seems to have had, so far, no significance. I mean, of course, the rope.\"\n\n\"Ah yes,\" Mr. Wicker agreed, nodding and stretching his feet out toward the fire, <|Q|>\"the rope. Very well, my boy, since it has come into your mind again, that means that the time has come for you to discover its use. Go and bring it to me.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris ran to get the coiled rope. He experienced almost a shock when he touched it. It had looked harsh and coarse to the touch, of rough hemp fibre, but on picking it up, the coils in his hand seemed almost silky. Certainly they were more than usually pliable. Returning to the study, the boy put the rope beside Mr. Wicker's chair. The magician did not move, his feet still stretched comfortably towards the flames. His dark handsome face was dreamy and remote, and Chris wondered in what faraway place or time his teacher moved. The apprentice sat down cross-legged with his back to the fire, and presently Mr. Wicker took his gaze from the sparks and smoke to look thoughtfully at him.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_43": "\"I desired to prove thy prowess afield and test thy doughtiness in tilting and jousting. These that are with me are my handmaids, and they are all clean maids; yet they have vanquished thy horsemen in fair press and stress of plain; and had not my steed stumbled with me, thou shouldst have seen my might and prowess in combat.\" Sharrkan smiled at her speech and said, \"Praise be to Allah for safety and for my reunion with thee, O Queen of the age!\" Then she cried out to her damsels to loose the twenty captives of Sharrkan's troop and dismount. They did as she bade and came and kissed the earth before her and Sharrkan who said to them, <|Q|>\"It is the like of you that Kings keep in store for the need-hour.\"<|Q|> Then he signed to his comrades to salute the Princess; so all alighted and kissed the earth before her, for they knew the story. After this, the whole two hundred took horse, and fared on night and day for six days' space, till they drew near to Baghdad, when they halted and Sharrkan bade Abrizah and her handmaids doff the Frankish garb that was on them, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_8": "Chris ran to get the coiled rope. He experienced almost a shock when he touched it. It had looked harsh and coarse to the touch, of rough hemp fibre, but on picking it up, the coils in his hand seemed almost silky. Certainly they were more than usually pliable. Returning to the study, the boy put the rope beside Mr. Wicker's chair. The magician did not move, his feet still stretched comfortably towards the flames. His dark handsome face was dreamy and remote, and Chris wondered in what faraway place or time his teacher moved. The apprentice sat down cross-legged with his back to the fire, and presently Mr. Wicker took his gaze from the sparks and smoke to look thoughtfully at him.\n\n<|Q|>\"You have heard of the Indian rope trick, Christopher?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes -- and no, sir,\" Chris replied. \"I'm not sure how it works.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_9": "\" So they ceased not charging down upon him, one after one; and Sharrkan also ceased not playing upon them with the blade, till he had slain fifty Knights, the lady looking on the while. And Allah cast a panic into the hearts of the survivors, so that they held back and dared not meet him in the duello, but fell upon him in a body; and he laid on load with heart firmer than a rock, and smote them; and trod them down like straw under the threshing-sled,[FN#201] till he had driven sense and soul out of them. Then the Princess called aloud to her damsels, saying, \"Who is left in the convent?\"; and they replied, <|Q|>\"None but the gate-keepers;\"<|Q|> whereupon she went up to Sharrkan and took him to her bosom, he doing the same, and they returned to the palace, after he had made an end of the mel\u00e9e. Now there remained a few of the Knights hiding from him in the cells of the monastery, and when the Princess saw this she rose from Sharrkan's side and left him for a while, but presently came back clad in closely-meshed coat of ring-mail and holding in her hand a fine Indian scymitar. And she said,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_11": "\"Yes -- and no, sir,\" Chris replied. \"I'm not sure how it works.\"\n\nMr. Wicker gave a chuckle. <|Q|>\"Indeed? Well, let me tell you, my boy, no one else does either. The rope is made to go up in the air, so stiffly that the fakir -- that is, the Eastern magician -- can climb it. Some claim to have seen the fakirs climb up it and vanish from sight, and the rope disappear after them.\"<|Q|>\n\nMr. Wicker waved one hand as much as to say that those who had seen it could believe as they pleased.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_39": "\"And mine is Will Stuteley. Shall we be comrades?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Right willingly, for between us we have won the battle,\"<|Q|> answered Robin. He had taken a liking to this merry rogue; and gave him his name without fear or doubt. \"I like you, Will; you are the second Will that I have met and liked within two days; is there a sign in that?\"\n\n\"A sign that we will be proper friends,\" replied the stroller.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_04_creswick_64kb_44": "The strollers and the Squire's retainers had been told to find refreshment with the Sheriff's men-at-arms in the buttery. Robin pleaded, however, with the Squire for little Will to be left with them.\n\n\"I like this impudent fellow,\" he said, <|Q|>\"and he was very willing to help us but a little while since. Let him stay with me and be my squire in the coming tourney.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Have your will, child, if the boy also wills it,\" Montfichet answered, feeling too ill to oppose anything very strongly just then. He made an effort to hide his condition from them all, and Robin felt his fingers tighten upon his arm.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_6": "\"It's a palanquin, Amos. They carry dignitaries in them.\"\n\n\"Hate to be a dignitary in all this heat,\" Amos said, unenviously. <|Q|>\"What are they doing now?\"<|Q|> he enquired, and both boys parted the prickly pine needles to look out and down.\n\nThe leader of the procession rapped three times on the great gate with a gold staff. Sentinels and guards came forward, walking on the broad gate top, and after talking with the members of the procession, turned to give an order.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_13": "Mr. Wicker waved one hand as much as to say that those who had seen it could believe as they pleased.\n\n\"A good enough trick, in its way,\" condescended Mr. Wicker, <|Q|>\"but this rope is capable of so much more remarkable possibilities as to throw the Indian rope trick completely in the shade.\"<|Q|>\n\nWith one of his quick gestures, Mr. Wicker reached down for the rope and was up and out of his chair, all in one movement.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_8": "Gaily dressed trumpeters with dragon masks on the visors of their helmets raised long brass trumpets. A prolonged throbbing \"Wai! Wo!\" shuddered out, and the great outer gates of the palace, studded with pronged spikes of carved metal, swung slowly outward. Sixteen men came into sight, eight on either side, pushing wide the gates.\n\n<|Q|>\"Gee! Imagine the weight of those doors!\"<|Q|> Chris murmured, and taking out his spyglass looked through it. \"Golly Moses!\" he exclaimed. \"Take a look, Amos. Those gates are made of bronze, nearly three feet thick! And now they have the gates open, look at the depth of the walls. They're as deep through as a room!\"\n\nThe waiting procession, the richly dressed courtiers and curtained palanquin, moved inside and the gates were slowly pulled close by lines of men dragging at ropes and chains to shut them. From within the main gate drifted out the sound, becoming fainter and fainter, of other trumpets sounding the order for the opening of other gates. Ten times, the boys counted, the trumpets blew, and the same", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_9": "Gaily dressed trumpeters with dragon masks on the visors of their helmets raised long brass trumpets. A prolonged throbbing \"Wai! Wo!\" shuddered out, and the great outer gates of the palace, studded with pronged spikes of carved metal, swung slowly outward. Sixteen men came into sight, eight on either side, pushing wide the gates.\n\n\"Gee! Imagine the weight of those doors!\" Chris murmured, and taking out his spyglass looked through it. <|Q|>\"Golly Moses!\"<|Q|> he exclaimed. \"Take a look, Amos. Those gates are made of bronze, nearly three feet thick! And now they have the gates open, look at the depth of the walls. They're as deep through as a room!\"\n\nThe waiting procession, the richly dressed courtiers and curtained palanquin, moved inside and the gates were slowly pulled close by lines of men dragging at ropes and chains to shut them. From within the main gate drifted out the sound, becoming fainter and fainter, of other trumpets sounding the order for the opening of other gates. Ten times, the boys counted, the trumpets blew, and the same", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_10": "Gaily dressed trumpeters with dragon masks on the visors of their helmets raised long brass trumpets. A prolonged throbbing \"Wai! Wo!\" shuddered out, and the great outer gates of the palace, studded with pronged spikes of carved metal, swung slowly outward. Sixteen men came into sight, eight on either side, pushing wide the gates.\n\n\"Gee! Imagine the weight of those doors!\" Chris murmured, and taking out his spyglass looked through it. \"Golly Moses!\" he exclaimed. <|Q|>\"Take a look, Amos. Those gates are made of bronze, nearly three feet thick! And now they have the gates open, look at the depth of the walls. They're as deep through as a room!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe waiting procession, the richly dressed courtiers and curtained palanquin, moved inside and the gates were slowly pulled close by lines of men dragging at ropes and chains to shut them. From within the main gate drifted out the sound, becoming fainter and fainter, of other trumpets sounding the order for the opening of other gates. Ten times, the boys counted, the trumpets blew, and the same \"Wai! Wo!\" throbbed against the sultry air.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_11": "\"Take a look, Amos. Those gates are made of bronze, nearly three feet thick! And now they have the gates open, look at the depth of the walls. They're as deep through as a room!\"\n\nThe waiting procession, the richly dressed courtiers and curtained palanquin, moved inside and the gates were slowly pulled close by lines of men dragging at ropes and chains to shut them. From within the main gate drifted out the sound, becoming fainter and fainter, of other trumpets sounding the order for the opening of other gates. Ten times, the boys counted, the trumpets blew, and the same <|Q|>\"Wai! Wo!\"<|Q|> throbbed against the sultry air.\n\n\"Lawsy me!\" Amos sighed, when no more trumpets were to be heard. \"Ten walls and ten gates -- at the very least! 'Course we don't know -- \" He rolled his worried eyes toward Chris, \"We don't know whether those folks got to the Emperor or not. Likely he's in behind a couple more walls, just to be on the safe side.\" He searched his friend's face. \"How are we going past all that many guards and trumpets, Chris? Even if we could tie up a guard or two, how in the world we going to push open gates that heavy?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_12": "The waiting procession, the richly dressed courtiers and curtained palanquin, moved inside and the gates were slowly pulled close by lines of men dragging at ropes and chains to shut them. From within the main gate drifted out the sound, becoming fainter and fainter, of other trumpets sounding the order for the opening of other gates. Ten times, the boys counted, the trumpets blew, and the same \"Wai! Wo!\" throbbed against the sultry air.\n\n<|Q|>\"Lawsy me!\"<|Q|> Amos sighed, when no more trumpets were to be heard. \"Ten walls and ten gates -- at the very least! 'Course we don't know -- \" He rolled his worried eyes toward Chris, \"We don't know whether those folks got to the Emperor or not. Likely he's in behind a couple more walls, just to be on the safe side.\" He searched his friend's face. \"How are we going past all that many guards and trumpets, Chris? Even if we could tie up a guard or two, how in the world we going to push open gates that heavy?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_13": "The waiting procession, the richly dressed courtiers and curtained palanquin, moved inside and the gates were slowly pulled close by lines of men dragging at ropes and chains to shut them. From within the main gate drifted out the sound, becoming fainter and fainter, of other trumpets sounding the order for the opening of other gates. Ten times, the boys counted, the trumpets blew, and the same \"Wai! Wo!\" throbbed against the sultry air.\n\n\"Lawsy me!\" Amos sighed, when no more trumpets were to be heard. \"Ten walls and ten gates -- at the very least! 'Course we don't know -- \" He rolled his worried eyes toward Chris, <|Q|>\"We don't know whether those folks got to the Emperor or not. Likely he's in behind a couple more walls, just to be on the safe side.\"<|Q|> He searched his friend's face. \"How are we going past all that many guards and trumpets, Chris? Even if we could tie up a guard or two, how in the world we going to push open gates that heavy?\"\n\nAmos need not have been so concerned, for Chris had a good plan. But just at that moment the heat overcame Chris. Putting his head down on his arms, he slept.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_14": "\"Wai! Wo!\" throbbed against the sultry air.\n\n\"Lawsy me!\" Amos sighed, when no more trumpets were to be heard. \"Ten walls and ten gates -- at the very least! 'Course we don't know -- \" He rolled his worried eyes toward Chris, \"We don't know whether those folks got to the Emperor or not. Likely he's in behind a couple more walls, just to be on the safe side.\" He searched his friend's face. <|Q|>\"How are we going past all that many guards and trumpets, Chris? Even if we could tie up a guard or two, how in the world we going to push open gates that heavy?\"<|Q|>\n\nAmos need not have been so concerned, for Chris had a good plan. But just at that moment the heat overcame Chris. Putting his head down on his arms, he slept.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_15": "Amos slept too, and it must have been several hours later that the rising sound of a crowd talking and laughing with excitement penetrated their sleep and brought them to consciousness. For a moment they both lay rubbing their eyes and peering out. Then they realized, by the growing crowd on either side of the palace gate and along the narrow street leading away from it, that someone of importance was about to come from the palace and parade through the streets of Peking.\n\n<|Q|>\"Wonder what goes on?\"<|Q|> Chris muttered, as the crowds below swelled and grew. Boys climbed upon one another's shoulders, teakwood stools were brought for the richer people to stand on, and along the street that led away to the right around the palace walls, Chris and Amos could see embroidered silks hung from all the windows, and Chinese people in their best holiday clothes laughing excitedly. All were looking toward the gates, and at last, from far within, even more distantly than before, came the first sound of trumpets. These had a sweeter, clearer sound than those the boys had heard at noon.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_22": "With several twists of his hands the rope spun out into the middle air of the room. It moved and twisted like a live thing, and Mr. Wicker, Chris thought, seemed to be drawing the outline of a boat in the air with the moving line. Even as this thought flickered in his mind, the rope formed in mid-air the skeleton of a dingy, and then, mysteriously, the rope added to itself until the bare struts and sides were filled in and there, rocking lightly from the speed of its creation, a small row-boat hovered in the air, as if it were tied up to a dock.\n\n\"Go and feel of it, Christopher,\" Mr. Wicker urged. <|Q|>\"Climb in it if you like. I have left the two ends of the rope long enough to make oars, if necessary.\"<|Q|>\n\nChris ran over and felt the sides of the boat. It was sound and secure, no doubt of that. He went all around it, pounding its sides, and at last heaved himself over to fall into its center. The boat never stirred, and stamp as he would, the rope bottom and gunwales resisted firmly.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_25": "Chris ran over and felt the sides of the boat. It was sound and secure, no doubt of that. He went all around it, pounding its sides, and at last heaved himself over to fall into its center. The boat never stirred, and stamp as he would, the rope bottom and gunwales resisted firmly.\n\n\"Gee! Mr. Wicker!\" Chris exclaimed. \"This is the best yet -- except for Amos. Golly Moses!\" and as he sat down and took up the two loose ends of rope still remaining, he found that he held not rope ends but two oars. <|Q|>\"Even oars!\"<|Q|> Chris cried in delight.\n\nMr. Wicker stood with his hands behind his back, the firelight outlining his black clothes and neat dark head.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_24": "Chris ran over and felt the sides of the boat. It was sound and secure, no doubt of that. He went all around it, pounding its sides, and at last heaved himself over to fall into its center. The boat never stirred, and stamp as he would, the rope bottom and gunwales resisted firmly.\n\n\"Gee! Mr. Wicker!\" Chris exclaimed. <|Q|>\"This is the best yet -- except for Amos. Golly Moses!\"<|Q|> and as he sat down and took up the two loose ends of rope still remaining, he found that he held not rope ends but two oars. \"Even oars!\" Chris cried in delight.\n\nMr. Wicker stood with his hands behind his back, the firelight outlining his black clothes and neat dark head.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_18": "The boys counted, and twelve times the low, lovely notes swung out on the air.\n\n<|Q|>\"Twelve gates!\"<|Q|> Chris said to Amos, \"And look, you were right, they are silver trumpets!\"\n\nThe trumpeters atop the great outer gates were now differently dressed, and there were not two but a dozen lined along the deep palace walls. The trumpets, ten feet long, were curved, and of silver that in the sunlight dazzled the eye. As they were blown, the final gates were pushed aside.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_20": "[Illustration]\n\n\"Amos!\" Chris breathed, <|Q|>\"That color! Yellow is the royal color of China!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe did not have to elaborate his thought, for the palanquin that finally came in sight showed by its richness that it could belong only to royalty, and by its beauty and grace, only to a woman. Made of silver and rock crystal, studded with diamonds and pearls, and hung about with sheer curtains of embroidered yellow silk, the palanquin belonged without doubt to a young girl of the royal house. As it appeared under the high arch of the outer gate, a roar of joy and greeting arose from the waiting crowd and with one accord every man bowed low, covering his eyes with the wide sleeve of his left arm. The women and girls in the crowd, and those leaning from the upper stories of the houses, threw down before the palanquin objects that flashed and twinkled in the sun.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_31": "\" When Sharrkan heard this, his eyes stood out from his head and his cheeks flushed red and he said 'How is it, O Nazarene dogs, ye dare enter our country and overmarch our land? And doth not this suffice you, but ye must adventure yourselves and address us in such unseemly speech? Do you think to escape out of our hands and return to your country?\" Then he shouted to his hundred horsemen, \"Up and at these hounds, for they even you in number!\" So saying, he bared his sabre and bore down on them, he and his, but the Franks met them with hearts firmer than rocks, and wight dashed against wight, and knight dashed upon knight, and hot waxed the fight, and sore was the affright, and nor parley nor cries of quarter helped their plight; and they stinted not to charge and to smite, right hand meeting right, nor to hack and hew with blades bright-white, till day turned to night and gloom oppressed the sight. Then they drew apart and Sharrkan mustered his men and found none wounded save four only, who showed hurts but not death-hurts. Said he to them, \"By Allah, my life long have I waded in the clashing sea of fight and I have met many a gallant sprite, but none so unfrightened of the sword that smites and the shock of men that affrights like these valiant Knights!\" \"Know, O King,\" said they, that there is among them a Frankish cavalier who is their leader and, indeed, he is a man of valour and fatal is his spear-thrust: but, by Allah, he spares us great and small; for whoso falls into his hands he lets him go and forbears to slay him. By Allah, had he willed he had killed us all.\" Sharrkan was astounded when he heard what the Knight had done and such high report of him, so he said, \"When the morn shall morrow, we will draw out and defy them, for we are an hundred to their hundred; and we will seek aid against them from the Lord of the Heavens.\" So they rested that night in such intent; whilst the Franks gathered round their Captain and said, <|Q|>\"Verily this day we did not win our will of these;\"<|Q|> and he replied, \"At early dawn when the morrow shall morn, we will draw out and challenge them, one after one.\" They also rested in that mind, and both camps kept guard until Almighty Allah sent the light of day-dawn. Thereupon King Sharrkan and his hundred riders took horse and rode forth to the plain, where they found the Franks ranged in line of battle; and Sharrkan said to his followers, \"Our foes have determined like ourselves to do their devoir; so up and at them; and lay on load", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_2": "\"It is enough for a while,\" cautioned Mr. Wicker, \"that Amos get used to being limber and alive. That is change enough from a carved wooden figure. It would only confuse and trouble him to think you do not really belong where you are. So let him be happy. And I shall seal your lips with regard to the secret of the Jewel Tree, for that must be known to no one,\" and so saying he rubbed a salve over Chris's lips.\n\n<|Q|>\"Now tell me what you are to journey after,\"<|Q|> commanded Mr. Wicker. But when Chris attempted to talk of the Jewel Tree, the words would not pass his lips but remained in his mouth like a handful of marbles.\n\n\"Good,\" said Mr. Wicker, rubbing his hands. \"Not even to me. Excellent stuff, this,\" he added, turning the tiny case that contained the salve in his fingers. \"I got it in India years ago, and this is the last of it. But I hardly imagine I shall need it again. Its use is somewhat drastic, but occasionally wise.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_0": "Hendrix had been wounded lightly, and was out when Gordon and Izzy reported. But the next day, they were switched to a new beat where trouble had been thickest and given twelve-hour duty -- without special overtime.\n\nIzzy considered it slowly and shook his head. <|Q|>\"That does it, gov'nor. It ain't honest, treating us this way. If the crackle comes from the people, and these gees give everybody a skull cracking, then they're crooks. It ain't honest, and I'm too sick to work. And if that bloody doctor won't agree...\"<|Q|>\n\nHe turned toward the dispensary. Gordon hesitated, and then swung off woodenly to take up his new beat. Apparently, his reputation had gone ahead of him, since most of the hoodlums had decided pickings would be easier on some beat where the cops had their own secret rackets to attend to, instead of head busting. But once they learned he was alone...", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_3": "\"Now tell me what you are to journey after,\" commanded Mr. Wicker. But when Chris attempted to talk of the Jewel Tree, the words would not pass his lips but remained in his mouth like a handful of marbles.\n\n\"Good,\" said Mr. Wicker, rubbing his hands. <|Q|>\"Not even to me. Excellent stuff, this,\"<|Q|> he added, turning the tiny case that contained the salve in his fingers. \"I got it in India years ago, and this is the last of it. But I hardly imagine I shall need it again. Its use is somewhat drastic, but occasionally wise.\"\n\n\"Mr. Wicker,\" Chris said thoughtfully one afternoon after his lessons and memorizing were over for the day, \"of the three things in your shop window that I liked best, two have been explained. Yet the third, which still interests me, seems to have had, so far, no significance. I mean, of course, the rope.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_3": "\"Wait till I go to him and acquaint him with the case and hear what answer he will make. If he consent, 'tis well; but if he refuse, ye shall on no wise come to him, for I and my handmaids and whosoever is in the convent will be his ransom.\" So she went to Sharrkan and told him the news, whereat he smiled and knew that she had not informed any of the Emirs; but that tidings of him had been bruited and blazed abroad, till the report reached the King, against her wish and intent. So he again began reproaching himself and said, <|Q|>\"How came I to adventure and play with my life by coming to the country of the Greeks?\"<|Q|> But hearing the young lady's proposal he said to her, \"Indeed their onset, one after one, would be overburdensome to them. Will they not come out against me, ten by ten?\" \"That would be villeiny,\" said she; \"Let one have at one.\" When he heard this, he sprang to his feet and made for them with his sword and battle-gear; and Masurah, the Knight, also sprang up and bore down upon him. Sharrkan met him like a lion and delivered a shoulder-cut[FN#200] which clove him to the middle, and the blade came out gleaming and glittering from his back and bowels. When the lady beheld that swashing-blow, Sharrkan's might was magnified in her sight and she knew that when she overthrew him in the wrestle it was not by her strength but by her beauty and loveliness. So she turned to the Knights and said,", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_4": "\"At his plant. At least he left for it, according to Sheila.\"\n\nGordon picked up Sheila's gun and buckled it on beside his own. She grabbed at it, but he shoved her back again. <|Q|>\"You're staying here, Cuddles. You're supposed to be a woman now, remember!\"<|Q|>\n\nShe was swearing hotly as they left, but made no attempt to follow. Gordon broke into a slow trot behind Izzy, until they could spot one of the few remaining cabs. He stopped it with his whistle, and dumped the passenger out unceremoniously, while Izzy gave the address.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_6": "\"Mr. Wicker,\" Chris said thoughtfully one afternoon after his lessons and memorizing were over for the day, \"of the three things in your shop window that I liked best, two have been explained. Yet the third, which still interests me, seems to have had, so far, no significance. I mean, of course, the rope.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Ah yes,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker agreed, nodding and stretching his feet out toward the fire, \"the rope. Very well, my boy, since it has come into your mind again, that means that the time has come for you to discover its use. Go and bring it to me.\"\n\nChris ran to get the coiled rope. He experienced almost a shock when he touched it. It had looked harsh and coarse to the touch, of rough hemp fibre, but on picking it up, the coils in his hand seemed almost silky. Certainly they were more than usually pliable. Returning to the study, the boy put the rope beside Mr. Wicker's chair. The magician did not move, his feet still stretched comfortably towards the flames. His dark handsome face was dreamy and remote, and Chris wondered in what faraway place or time his teacher moved. The apprentice sat down cross-legged with his back to the fire, and presently Mr. Wicker took his gaze from the sparks and smoke to look thoughtfully at him.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_1": "The arid countryside was blanched by the excessive heat. Flies droned over the dates and figs that the boys pulled from their pockets to eat. Amos wriggled with excitement as he pointed out details to Chris.\n\n\"Chris! Look at that procession going in the big gate! All those pigtailed gentlemen dressed in embroidered coats. I like that blue one with butterflies on it. No, I'd sooner have the black satin one with the dragon in red and yellow!\" He looked again more closely. <|Q|>\"Or the one with the peacock in green and purple. Which would you sooner have?\"<|Q|>\n\nChris paid little attention to Amos's exclamations. Leaning on his elbows and looking at the scene below, his mind worked busily on these last vital problems. But Amos was not waiting for an answer. His mind was on the present moment and the present scene, forgetful of what lay ahead of them, a few hours away. He chattered on.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_9": "\"You have heard of the Indian rope trick, Christopher?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes -- and no, sir,\"<|Q|> Chris replied. \"I'm not sure how it works.\"\n\nMr. Wicker gave a chuckle. \"Indeed? Well, let me tell you, my boy, no one else does either. The rope is made to go up in the air, so stiffly that the fakir -- that is, the Eastern magician -- can climb it. Some claim to have seen the fakirs climb up it and vanish from sight, and the rope disappear after them.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_10": "\"You have heard of the Indian rope trick, Christopher?\"\n\n\"Yes -- and no, sir,\" Chris replied. <|Q|>\"I'm not sure how it works.\"<|Q|>\n\nMr. Wicker gave a chuckle. \"Indeed? Well, let me tell you, my boy, no one else does either. The rope is made to go up in the air, so stiffly that the fakir -- that is, the Eastern magician -- can climb it. Some claim to have seen the fakirs climb up it and vanish from sight, and the rope disappear after them.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_12": "Mr. Wicker waved one hand as much as to say that those who had seen it could believe as they pleased.\n\n<|Q|>\"A good enough trick, in its way,\"<|Q|> condescended Mr. Wicker, \"but this rope is capable of so much more remarkable possibilities as to throw the Indian rope trick completely in the shade.\"\n\nWith one of his quick gestures, Mr. Wicker reached down for the rope and was up and out of his chair, all in one movement.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_9": "He grabbed Randolph by the arm.\n\n<|Q|>\"You're overlooking something, Hendrix,\"<|Q|> Gordon cut in. He had moved back toward the wall, to face the group. \"If you ever look at my record, you'll find I'm an ex-newspaperman myself. This is a rescue. Tie them up, Izzy.\"\n\nHendrix was faster than Gordon had thought. He had his gun almost up before Gordon could fire. A bluish hole appeared on the man's forehead; he dropped slowly. The others made no trouble as Izzy bound them with baling wire.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_0": "The arid countryside was blanched by the excessive heat. Flies droned over the dates and figs that the boys pulled from their pockets to eat. Amos wriggled with excitement as he pointed out details to Chris.\n\n<|Q|>\"Chris! Look at that procession going in the big gate! All those pigtailed gentlemen dressed in embroidered coats. I like that blue one with butterflies on it. No, I'd sooner have the black satin one with the dragon in red and yellow!\"<|Q|> He looked again more closely. \"Or the one with the peacock in green and purple. Which would you sooner have?\"\n\nChris paid little attention to Amos's exclamations. Leaning on his elbows and looking at the scene below, his mind worked busily on these last vital problems. But Amos was not waiting for an answer. His mind was on the present moment and the present scene, forgetful of what lay ahead of them, a few hours away. He chattered on.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_14": "With one of his quick gestures, Mr. Wicker reached down for the rope and was up and out of his chair, all in one movement.\n\n\"You shall learn, last of your lessons, a new way of using a lasso. Not lassoing -- \" Mr. Wicker held up a finger to stress his point, <|Q|>\"that, too, you shall learn, but how to use this particular rope to make the most of its -- shall we say? -- qualities.\"<|Q|>\n\nMr. Wicker smiled his sardonic smile, though his eyes were snapping as brightly as the fire.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_7": "[Illustration]\n\nGaily dressed trumpeters with dragon masks on the visors of their helmets raised long brass trumpets. A prolonged throbbing <|Q|>\"Wai! Wo!\"<|Q|> shuddered out, and the great outer gates of the palace, studded with pronged spikes of carved metal, swung slowly outward. Sixteen men came into sight, eight on either side, pushing wide the gates.\n\n\"Gee! Imagine the weight of those doors!\" Chris murmured, and taking out his spyglass looked through it. \"Golly Moses!\" he exclaimed. \"Take a look, Amos. Those gates are made of bronze, nearly three feet thick! And now they have the gates open, look at the depth of the walls. They're as deep through as a room!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_15": "Mr. Wicker smiled his sardonic smile, though his eyes were snapping as brightly as the fire.\n\n<|Q|>\"Now Christopher,\"<|Q|> he began, running the rope through his long, fine hands, \"just push that table and the chairs to the wall, there's a good lad, and we shall get the stiffness out of this rope.\" Chris cleared the room. \"And pull the curtains, my boy,\" added his master, \"for one never knows but that Amos or Becky Boozer might pass by at the crucial moment. What they do not know,\" murmured the magician, \"is best for them.\"\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_17": "Mr. Wicker smiled his sardonic smile, though his eyes were snapping as brightly as the fire.\n\n\"Now Christopher,\" he began, running the rope through his long, fine hands, \"just push that table and the chairs to the wall, there's a good lad, and we shall get the stiffness out of this rope.\" Chris cleared the room. <|Q|>\"And pull the curtains, my boy,\"<|Q|> added his master, \"for one never knows but that Amos or Becky Boozer might pass by at the crucial moment. What they do not know,\" murmured the magician, \"is best for them.\"\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_16": "Izzy could only have meant that they were going to hole up in Mother Corey's old Chicken Coop. Bruce Gordon had now managed to make a full circle, back to his beginnings on Mars. He'd started at the Coop with a deck of cards; now he was returning with a club.\n\nHe had counted on at least some regret from Mother Corey, however. But the old man only nodded after hearing that Randolph was safe. <|Q|>\"Fanatics, crusaders and damned fools!\"<|Q|> he said. He shook his head sadly and went shuffling back to his room, where two of his part-time henchmen were sitting.\n\nSheila had been sitting on the bunk, still in her airsuit. Now she jerked upright, then sank back with a slow flush. Her hands were trembling as she reached for a cup of coffee and handed it to him, listening to his quick report of Randolph's safety and the fact that he was going back outside the dome.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_16": "Mr. Wicker smiled his sardonic smile, though his eyes were snapping as brightly as the fire.\n\n\"Now Christopher,\" he began, running the rope through his long, fine hands, <|Q|>\"just push that table and the chairs to the wall, there's a good lad, and we shall get the stiffness out of this rope.\"<|Q|> Chris cleared the room. \"And pull the curtains, my boy,\" added his master, \"for one never knows but that Amos or Becky Boozer might pass by at the crucial moment. What they do not know,\" murmured the magician, \"is best for them.\"\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_19": "When the room was satisfactorily arranged, and candles had been lit, Chris returned to stand by the fireplace beside his master, who was turning the rope lightly in his fingers.\n\n<|Q|>\"Now Christopher, your attention please,\"<|Q|> said the magician, and his tone was crisp and authoritative. \"Imagine that you are in need of a boat, and there is no boat.\"\n\nWith several twists of his hands the rope spun out into the middle air of the room. It moved and twisted like a live thing, and Mr. Wicker, Chris thought, seemed to be drawing the outline of a boat in the air with the moving line. Even as this thought flickered in his mind, the rope formed in mid-air the skeleton of a dingy, and then, mysteriously, the rope added to itself until the bare struts and sides were filled in and there, rocking lightly from the speed of its creation, a small row-boat hovered in the air, as if it were tied up to a dock.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_18": "\"I'm all packed,\" she said. \"And I packed your things, too.\"\n\nHe shot his eyes around the room, realizing that it was practically bare, except for a few of her dresses. She followed his gaze, and shook her head. <|Q|>\"I won't need them out there,\"<|Q|> she said. Her voice caught on that. \"They'll be safe here.\"\n\n\"So will you, now that you've made up with the Mother,\" he told her. \"Your meal ticket's ruined, Cuddles, and you made it clear a little while ago just where you stand. Remind me to tell you sometime how much fun it's been.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_20": "When the room was satisfactorily arranged, and candles had been lit, Chris returned to stand by the fireplace beside his master, who was turning the rope lightly in his fingers.\n\n\"Now Christopher, your attention please,\" said the magician, and his tone was crisp and authoritative. <|Q|>\"Imagine that you are in need of a boat, and there is no boat.\"<|Q|>\n\nWith several twists of his hands the rope spun out into the middle air of the room. It moved and twisted like a live thing, and Mr. Wicker, Chris thought, seemed to be drawing the outline of a boat in the air with the moving line. Even as this thought flickered in his mind, the rope formed in mid-air the skeleton of a dingy, and then, mysteriously, the rope added to itself until the bare struts and sides were filled in and there, rocking lightly from the speed of its creation, a small row-boat hovered in the air, as if it were tied up to a dock.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_23": "Chris ran over and felt the sides of the boat. It was sound and secure, no doubt of that. He went all around it, pounding its sides, and at last heaved himself over to fall into its center. The boat never stirred, and stamp as he would, the rope bottom and gunwales resisted firmly.\n\n<|Q|>\"Gee! Mr. Wicker!\"<|Q|> Chris exclaimed. \"This is the best yet -- except for Amos. Golly Moses!\" and as he sat down and took up the two loose ends of rope still remaining, he found that he held not rope ends but two oars. \"Even oars!\" Chris cried in delight.\n\nMr. Wicker stood with his hands behind his back, the firelight outlining his black clothes and neat dark head.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_27": "Then Sharrkan left her and walked down from the convent. They brought his steed, so he mounted and rode down-stream to the drawbridge which he crossed and presently threaded the woodland paths and passed into the open meadow. As soon as he was clear of the trees he was aware of horsemen which made him stand on the alert, and he bared his brand and rode cautiously; but as they drew near and exchanged curious looks he recognized them; and behold, it was the Wazir Dandan and two of his Emirs. When they saw him and knew him, they dismounted and saluting him, asked the reason of his absence; whereupon he told them all that had passed between him and Princess Abrizah from first to last. The Wazir returned thanks to Almighty Allah for his safety and said,[FN#213] <|Q|>\"Let us at once leave these lands; for the envoys who came with us are gone to inform the King of our approach, and haply he will hasten to fall on us and take us prisoners.\"<|Q|> So Sharrkan cried to his men to saddle and mount, which they did and, setting out at once, they stinted not faring till they reached the sole of the valley wherein the host lay. The Ambassadors meanwhile had reported Sharrkan's approach to their King, who forthright equipped a host to lay hold of him and those with him. But Sharrkan, escorted by the Wazir Dandan and the two Emirs, had no sooner sighted the army, than he raised the cry", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_17": "\" Chris muttered, as the crowds below swelled and grew. Boys climbed upon one another's shoulders, teakwood stools were brought for the richer people to stand on, and along the street that led away to the right around the palace walls, Chris and Amos could see embroidered silks hung from all the windows, and Chinese people in their best holiday clothes laughing excitedly. All were looking toward the gates, and at last, from far within, even more distantly than before, came the first sound of trumpets. These had a sweeter, clearer sound than those the boys had heard at noon.\n\n\"Never heard a sweeter note,\" Amos said. <|Q|>\"Might be made of silver, 'way they sound.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe boys counted, and twelve times the low, lovely notes swung out on the air.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_23": "\"So will you, now that you've made up with the Mother,\" he told her. \"Your meal ticket's ruined, Cuddles, and you made it clear a little while ago just where you stand. Remind me to tell you sometime how much fun it's been.\"\n\n\"Your mother was good with a soldering iron, wasn't she? You even look human.\" She bent to pick up a shoulder pack and a bag, and her face was normal when she stood up again. <|Q|>\"You might guess that the cops would be happy to get hold of your wife now, though. Come on, it's a long walk.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe left the car beyond the gate, and they pushed through the locker room toward the smaller exit, stopping to fasten down their helmets. The guard halted them, but without any suspicion.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_28": "\"Now!\" said Mr. Wicker, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. The rope flew out again, but this time took a strange outline -- the outline of an elephant.\n\n<|Q|>\"It will have to be a small elephant,\"<|Q|> murmured Mr. Wicker, his hands flying, \"because of the size of the room.\"\n\nThe elephant, like the boat, took shape, the final ends of the rope hanging down at its trunk and tail. After the elephant came a horse, an eagle, and a dolphin, and Chris's admiration and zest to learn the secrets of the rope grew with every change of shape.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_27": "Mr. Wicker stood with his hands behind his back, the firelight outlining his black clothes and neat dark head.\n\n\"Yes,\" he said, in a matter-of-fact voice, \"Quite so. Now climb out and I will show you some of the other shapes of which it is capable. A ladder,\" Mr. Wicker remarked as Chris rejoined him, <|Q|>\"is almost too simple. We can do that at any time.\"<|Q|>\n\nGrasping the end of one oar, with movements too fast for Chris's eyes to follow, in an instant the boat was a rope again, coiled over Mr. Wicker's arm.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_26": "Mr. Wicker stood with his hands behind his back, the firelight outlining his black clothes and neat dark head.\n\n\"Yes,\" he said, in a matter-of-fact voice, <|Q|>\"Quite so. Now climb out and I will show you some of the other shapes of which it is capable. A ladder,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker remarked as Chris rejoined him, \"is almost too simple. We can do that at any time.\"\n\nGrasping the end of one oar, with movements too fast for Chris's eyes to follow, in an instant the boat was a rope again, coiled over Mr. Wicker's arm.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_29": "\"Now!\" said Mr. Wicker, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. The rope flew out again, but this time took a strange outline -- the outline of an elephant.\n\n\"It will have to be a small elephant,\" murmured Mr. Wicker, his hands flying, <|Q|>\"because of the size of the room.\"<|Q|>\n\nThe elephant, like the boat, took shape, the final ends of the rope hanging down at its trunk and tail. After the elephant came a horse, an eagle, and a dolphin, and Chris's admiration and zest to learn the secrets of the rope grew with every change of shape.", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_33": "\"Verily this day we did not win our will of these;\" and he replied, \"At early dawn when the morrow shall morn, we will draw out and challenge them, one after one.\" They also rested in that mind, and both camps kept guard until Almighty Allah sent the light of day-dawn. Thereupon King Sharrkan and his hundred riders took horse and rode forth to the plain, where they found the Franks ranged in line of battle; and Sharrkan said to his followers, <|Q|>\"Our foes have determined like ourselves to do their devoir; so up and at them; and lay on load.\"<|Q|> Then came forth an Herald of the Franks and cried out, saying, \"Let there be no general engagement betwixt us this day, save by the duello, a champion of yours against a champion of ours.\" Whereupon one of Sharrkan's riders dashed out from the ranks and drave between the two lines crying, \"Ho! who is for smiting? Let no dastard engage me this day nor nidering!\" Hardly had he made an end of his vaunt, when there sallied forth to him a Frankish cavalier, armed cap-\u00e0-pie and clad in a surcoat of gold stuff, riding on a grey-white steed,[FN#215] and he had no hair on his cheeks. He urged his charger on to the midst of the battle-plain and the two fell to derring-do of cut and thrust, but it was not long before the Frank foined the Moslem with the lance-point; and, toppling him from his steed, took him prisoner and led him off crestfallen. His folk rejoiced in their comrade and, forbidding him to go out again to the field, sent forth another, to whom sallied out another Moslem, brother to the captive, and offered him battle. The two fell to, either against other, and fought for a little while, till the Frank bore down upon the Moslem and, falsing him with a feint, tumbled him by a thrust of the lance-heel from his destrier and took him prisoner. After this fashion the Moslems ceased not dashing forwards, one after one, and the Franks to unhorse them; and take them captive, till day departed and the night with darkness upstarted. Now they had captured of the Moslems twenty cavaliers, and when Sharrkan saw this, it was grievous to him and he mustered his men and said to them,", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_1": "He came back from what should have been his day off to find Izzy in uniform, waiting grimly. Behind the screen, there was a rustling of clothes, and a dress came sailing from behind it. While he stared, Sheila came out, finishing the zipping of her airsuit. She moved to a small bag and began drawing out the gun she had used and a knife. He caught her shoulders and shoved her back, pulling the weapons from her.\n\n<|Q|>\"Get out of my way, you damned Legal machine!\"<|Q|> she spat.\n\n\"Easy, princess,\" Izzy said. \"He hasn't seen it yet, I guess. Here, gov'nor!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_28": "She nodded. \"Yeah, I got him. That's him -- my husband! What's wrong with you, Rusty? You've lost fifty pounds, and -- \"\n\n\"Things are a mite tough out here, princess. No deliveries. Closed my bar, been living sort of hand to mouth, but not much mouth.\" His eyes bulged greedily as she dug into a bag and began to drag out the sandwiches she must have packed for the trip. But he shook his head. <|Q|>\"I ain't so bad off. I ate something yesterday. But if you can spare something for the Kid -- Hey, Kid!\"<|Q|>\n\nA thin boy of about sixteen crept out from behind some rubble, staring uncertainly. Then, at the sight of the food, he made a lunge, grabbed it, and hardly waited to get it through the slits of his suit before gulping it down. Rusty sat down, his lined old face breaking into a faint grin. He hesitated, but finally took some of the food.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_30": "A thin boy of about sixteen crept out from behind some rubble, staring uncertainly. Then, at the sight of the food, he made a lunge, grabbed it, and hardly waited to get it through the slits of his suit before gulping it down. Rusty sat down, his lined old face breaking into a faint grin. He hesitated, but finally took some of the food.\n\n\"Shouldn't oughta. You'll need it. Umm.\" He swallowed slowly, as if tasting the food all the way down. <|Q|>\"Kid can't talk. Cop caught him peddling one of Randolph's pamphlets, cut out part of his tongue. But he's all right now. Come on, Kid, hurry it up. We gotta convoy these people.\"<|Q|>\n\nThey were following a kind of road when headlights bore down on them. Gordon's hand was on his gun as they leaped for shelter, but there was no hostile move from the big truck. He studied it, trying to decide what a truck would be doing here. Then a Marspeaker-amplified voice shouted from it. \"Any muckrakers there?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_31": "\"Kid can't talk. Cop caught him peddling one of Randolph's pamphlets, cut out part of his tongue. But he's all right now. Come on, Kid, hurry it up. We gotta convoy these people.\"\n\nThey were following a kind of road when headlights bore down on them. Gordon's hand was on his gun as they leaped for shelter, but there was no hostile move from the big truck. He studied it, trying to decide what a truck would be doing here. Then a Marspeaker-amplified voice shouted from it. <|Q|>\"Any muckrakers there?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"One,\" Gordon shouted back, and ran toward it, motioning the others to follow. He'd always objected to the nickname, but it made a good code. Randolph's frail hand came down to help them up, but a bigger paw did the actual lifting.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_5": "She was swearing hotly as they left, but made no attempt to follow. Gordon broke into a slow trot behind Izzy, until they could spot one of the few remaining cabs. He stopped it with his whistle, and dumped the passenger out unceremoniously, while Izzy gave the address.\n\n<|Q|>\"The damned fool opened up on the border -- figured he'd circulate to both sections,\"<|Q|> Izzy said. \"We'd better get out a block up and walk. And I hope we ain't too bloody late!\"\n\nThe building was a wreck, outside; inside it was worse. Men in the Municipal uniform were working over the small job press and dumping the hand-set type from the boxes. On the floor, a single Legal cop lay under the wreckage, apparently having gotten there first and been taken care of by the later Municipals. Randolph had been sitting in a chair between two of the cops, but now he leaped up and tried to flee through the back door.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_7": "Izzy started forward, but Gordon pulled him back, as the cops reached for their weapons. The gun in his hand picked them out at quarters too close for a miss, starting with the cop who had jumped to catch Randolph. Izzy had ducked around the side, and now came back, leading the little man.\n\nRandolph paid no attention to the dead men, nor to the bruises on his own body. He moved forward to the press, staring at it, and there were tears in his eyes as he ran his hands over the broken metal. Then he looked up at them. <|Q|>\"Arrest or rescue?\"<|Q|> he asked.\n\n\"Arrest!\" a voice from the door said harshly, and Bruce Gordon swung to see six Legals filing in, headed by Hendrix himself. The captain nodded at Gordon. \"Good work, Sergeant. By jinx, when I heard the Municipals were coming, I was scared they'd get him for sure. Crane wants to watch this guy shot in person!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_6": "She was swearing hotly as they left, but made no attempt to follow. Gordon broke into a slow trot behind Izzy, until they could spot one of the few remaining cabs. He stopped it with his whistle, and dumped the passenger out unceremoniously, while Izzy gave the address.\n\n\"The damned fool opened up on the border -- figured he'd circulate to both sections,\" Izzy said. <|Q|>\"We'd better get out a block up and walk. And I hope we ain't too bloody late!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe building was a wreck, outside; inside it was worse. Men in the Municipal uniform were working over the small job press and dumping the hand-set type from the boxes. On the floor, a single Legal cop lay under the wreckage, apparently having gotten there first and been taken care of by the later Municipals. Randolph had been sitting in a chair between two of the cops, but now he leaped up and tried to flee through the back door.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_36": "\"What in hell brings you back?\" Gordon asked.\n\nThe huge man shrugged ponderously. \"A man gets tired of being respectable, cobber. And I'm getting old and sentimental about the Chicken Coop.\" He chuckled, rubbing his hands together. <|Q|>\"But not so old that I can't handle a couple of guards that are stubborn about trucks, eh, Izzy?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Messy, but nice,\" Izzy agreed from the pile above them. \"Tell those trained apes of yours to cut the lights, will you, Mother? Somebody must be using the Coop.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_4": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"It's a palanquin, Amos. They carry dignitaries in them.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Hate to be a dignitary in all this heat,\" Amos said, unenviously. \"What are they doing now?\" he enquired, and both boys parted the prickly pine needles to look out and down.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_38": "The huge man shrugged ponderously. \"A man gets tired of being respectable, cobber. And I'm getting old and sentimental about the Chicken Coop.\" He chuckled, rubbing his hands together. \"But not so old that I can't handle a couple of guards that are stubborn about trucks, eh, Izzy?\"\n\n\"Messy, but nice,\" Izzy agreed from the pile above them. <|Q|>\"Tell those trained apes of yours to cut the lights, will you, Mother? Somebody must be using the Coop.\"<|Q|>\n\nThey stopped the truck before reaching the old wreck. In the few dim lights, the old building still gave off an air of mold and decay. Gordon shuddered faintly, then followed Izzy and the Mother into the semi-secret entrance.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_11": "Hendrix was faster than Gordon had thought. He had his gun almost up before Gordon could fire. A bluish hole appeared on the man's forehead; he dropped slowly. The others made no trouble as Izzy bound them with baling wire.\n\n<|Q|>\"And I hope nobody finds them,\"<|Q|> he commented. \"All right, Randy, I guess we're a bunch of refugees heading for the outside, and bloody lucky at that. Proves a man shouldn't have friends.\"\n\nRandolph's face was still greenish-white, but he straightened and managed a feeble smile. \"Not to me, Izzy. Right now I can appreciate friends. But you two better get going. I've got some unfinished business to tend to.\" He moved to one corner and began dragging out an old double-cylinder mimeograph.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_39": "In the beam of Gordon's torch, a single figure lay sprawled out on the floor halfway to the rickety stairs to the main house. Mother Corey grunted, and moved quickly to the coughing, battered old air machine. His fingers closed a valve equipped with a combination lock.\n\n<|Q|>\"They're all dead, cobbers,\"<|Q|> he wheezed. \"Dead because a crook had to try his hand on a lock. Years ago, I had a flask of poison gas attached, in case a gang should ever squeeze me out.\"\n\nIn the filthy rooms above, Gordon found the corpses -- about fifteen of them, and some former members of the Jurgens organization. He found the apelike bodyguard stretched out on a bunk, a vacant smile on his face.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_13": "\"And I hope nobody finds them,\" he commented. \"All right, Randy, I guess we're a bunch of refugees heading for the outside, and bloody lucky at that. Proves a man shouldn't have friends.\"\n\nRandolph's face was still greenish-white, but he straightened and managed a feeble smile. <|Q|>\"Not to me, Izzy. Right now I can appreciate friends. But you two better get going. I've got some unfinished business to tend to.\"<|Q|> He moved to one corner and began dragging out an old double-cylinder mimeograph. \"Either of you know where I can buy stencils and ink and find some kind of a truck to haul this paper along?\"\n\nIzzy stopped and stared at the rabbity, pale little man. Then he let out a sudden yelp of laughter. \"Okay, Randy, we'll find them. Gov'nor, you'd better tell my mother I'll be using the old sheets. Go on. You've got the princess to worry about. We'll be along later.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_14": "\"All right, Randy, I guess we're a bunch of refugees heading for the outside, and bloody lucky at that. Proves a man shouldn't have friends.\"\n\nRandolph's face was still greenish-white, but he straightened and managed a feeble smile. \"Not to me, Izzy. Right now I can appreciate friends. But you two better get going. I've got some unfinished business to tend to.\" He moved to one corner and began dragging out an old double-cylinder mimeograph. <|Q|>\"Either of you know where I can buy stencils and ink and find some kind of a truck to haul this paper along?\"<|Q|>\n\nIzzy stopped and stared at the rabbity, pale little man. Then he let out a sudden yelp of laughter. \"Okay, Randy, we'll find them. Gov'nor, you'd better tell my mother I'll be using the old sheets. Go on. You've got the princess to worry about. We'll be along later.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_42": "He shivered, staring at the fortune in his hands. Then he grimaced and shoved the open can back in its case. He threw it back and began stacking ammunition cases in front of the dope. Gordon went out to get the others and start moving in the supplies and transferring the corpses to the truck for disposal. Randolph scurried off to start setting up his makeshift plant in the basement.\n\nMother Corey was staring about when they returned. \"Filthy,\" he wailed. <|Q|>\"A pigpen. They've ruined the Coop, cobber. Smell that air -- even I can smell it!\"<|Q|> He sniffed dolefully.\n\nMother Corey sighed again. \"Well, it'll give the boys something to do,\" he decided. \"When a man gets old, he likes a little comfort, cobber. Nice things around him...\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_15": "\"Not to me, Izzy. Right now I can appreciate friends. But you two better get going. I've got some unfinished business to tend to.\" He moved to one corner and began dragging out an old double-cylinder mimeograph. \"Either of you know where I can buy stencils and ink and find some kind of a truck to haul this paper along?\"\n\nIzzy stopped and stared at the rabbity, pale little man. Then he let out a sudden yelp of laughter. <|Q|>\"Okay, Randy, we'll find them. Gov'nor, you'd better tell my mother I'll be using the old sheets. Go on. You've got the princess to worry about. We'll be along later.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe grabbed Randolph's hand and ducked out the back before Gordon could protest.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_19": "\"I'm all packed,\" she said. \"And I packed your things, too.\"\n\nHe shot his eyes around the room, realizing that it was practically bare, except for a few of her dresses. She followed his gaze, and shook her head. \"I won't need them out there,\" she said. Her voice caught on that. <|Q|>\"They'll be safe here.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"So will you, now that you've made up with the Mother,\" he told her. \"Your meal ticket's ruined, Cuddles, and you made it clear a little while ago just where you stand. Remind me to tell you sometime how much fun it's been.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_45": "Mother Corey sighed again. \"Well, it'll give the boys something to do,\" he decided. \"When a man gets old, he likes a little comfort, cobber. Nice things around him...\"\n\nGordon found what had been his old room and dumped his few things into it. Sheila watched him uncertainly, and then took possession of the next room. She came back a few minutes later, staring at the ages-old filth. <|Q|>\"I'll be cleaning for a week,\"<|Q|> she said. \"What are you going to do now, Bruce?\"\n\nHe shook his head, and started back down the stairs. He hurried down into the basement where Randolph was arranging his mimeograph.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_46": "Mother Corey sighed again. \"Well, it'll give the boys something to do,\" he decided. \"When a man gets old, he likes a little comfort, cobber. Nice things around him...\"\n\nGordon found what had been his old room and dumped his few things into it. Sheila watched him uncertainly, and then took possession of the next room. She came back a few minutes later, staring at the ages-old filth. \"I'll be cleaning for a week,\" she said. <|Q|>\"What are you going to do now, Bruce?\"<|Q|>\n\nHe shook his head, and started back down the stairs. He hurried down into the basement where Randolph was arranging his mimeograph.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_17": "Sheila had been sitting on the bunk, still in her airsuit. Now she jerked upright, then sank back with a slow flush. Her hands were trembling as she reached for a cup of coffee and handed it to him, listening to his quick report of Randolph's safety and the fact that he was going back outside the dome.\n\n\"I'm all packed,\" she said. <|Q|>\"And I packed your things, too.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe shot his eyes around the room, realizing that it was practically bare, except for a few of her dresses. She followed his gaze, and shook her head. \"I won't need them out there,\" she said. Her voice caught on that. \"They'll be safe here.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_47": "He shook his head, and started back down the stairs. He hurried down into the basement where Randolph was arranging his mimeograph.\n\nThe printer listened only to the first sentence, and shook his head impatiently. <|Q|>\"I was afraid you'd think of that, Gordon. Look, you never were a reporter -- you ran a column. I've read the stuff you wrote. You killed and maimed with words. But you never dug up news that would help people, or tell them what they didn't suspect all along. And that's what I've got to have.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Thanks!\" Gordon said curtly. \"Too bad Security didn't think I was as lousy a reporter as you do!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_48": "The printer listened only to the first sentence, and shook his head impatiently. \"I was afraid you'd think of that, Gordon. Look, you never were a reporter -- you ran a column. I've read the stuff you wrote. You killed and maimed with words. But you never dug up news that would help people, or tell them what they didn't suspect all along. And that's what I've got to have.\"\n\n\"Thanks!\" Gordon said curtly. <|Q|>\"Too bad Security didn't think I was as lousy a reporter as you do!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Okay. I'll give you a job, for one week. See what outer Marsport is like. Find what can be done, if anything, and do it if you can. Then come back and give me six columns on it. I'll pay Mother Corey for your food -- and for your wife's -- and if I can find one column's worth of news in it, maybe I'll give you a second week. I can't see a man's wife starve because he doesn't know how to make an honest living!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_22": "\"So will you, now that you've made up with the Mother,\" he told her. \"Your meal ticket's ruined, Cuddles, and you made it clear a little while ago just where you stand. Remind me to tell you sometime how much fun it's been.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Your mother was good with a soldering iron, wasn't she? You even look human.\"<|Q|> She bent to pick up a shoulder pack and a bag, and her face was normal when she stood up again. \"You might guess that the cops would be happy to get hold of your wife now, though. Come on, it's a long walk.\"\n\nHe left the car beyond the gate, and they pushed through the locker room toward the smaller exit, stopping to fasten down their helmets. The guard halted them, but without any suspicion.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_0": "His eyes, humorous as they were, took on a shrewdness under their sandy brows as if judging the character of the boy before him and his ability to keep a secret.\n\n<|Q|>\"First and foremost,\"<|Q|> he said, \"You had best know who I am.\" He leaned back and hooked his thumbs under his armpits in a prideful gesture.\n\n\"My lad,\" said Ned Cilley, thrusting out his chin, \"I am a member of the Mirabelle's crew!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_24": "He left the car beyond the gate, and they pushed through the locker room toward the smaller exit, stopping to fasten down their helmets. The guard halted them, but without any suspicion.\n\n<|Q|>\"Going hunting for those damned kids, eh?\"<|Q|> he said. He stared at Sheila. \"Lucky devil! All I got for a guide was an old bum. Okay, luck, Sergeant!\"\n\nIt made no sense to Gordon, but he wasn't going to argue. They went through and out into the waste and slums beyond the domes, heading out until there were only the few phosphor bulbs to guide their way.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_3": "\"My lad,\" said Ned Cilley, thrusting out his chin, \"I am a member of the Mirabelle's crew!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"The Mirabelle!\"<|Q|> Chris exclaimed, \"Why -- that's the ship in the bottle!\"\n\n\"Aye,\" agreed Cilley, nodding sagely, \"The model of it's in a bottle right enough, since it's meself that made it, the last trip home from the Chiny Seas.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_4": "\"My lad,\" said Ned Cilley, thrusting out his chin, \"I am a member of the Mirabelle's crew!\"\n\n\"The Mirabelle!\" Chris exclaimed, <|Q|>\"Why -- that's the ship in the bottle!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Aye,\" agreed Cilley, nodding sagely, \"The model of it's in a bottle right enough, since it's meself that made it, the last trip home from the Chiny Seas.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_29": "A thin boy of about sixteen crept out from behind some rubble, staring uncertainly. Then, at the sight of the food, he made a lunge, grabbed it, and hardly waited to get it through the slits of his suit before gulping it down. Rusty sat down, his lined old face breaking into a faint grin. He hesitated, but finally took some of the food.\n\n<|Q|>\"Shouldn't oughta. You'll need it. Umm.\"<|Q|> He swallowed slowly, as if tasting the food all the way down. \"Kid can't talk. Cop caught him peddling one of Randolph's pamphlets, cut out part of his tongue. But he's all right now. Come on, Kid, hurry it up. We gotta convoy these people.\"\n\nThey were following a kind of road when headlights bore down on them. Gordon's hand was on his gun as they leaped for shelter, but there was no hostile move from the big truck. He studied it, trying to decide what a truck would be doing here. Then a Marspeaker-amplified voice shouted from it.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_2": "\"Get out of my way, you damned Legal machine!\" she spat.\n\n\"Easy, princess,\" Izzy said. <|Q|>\"He hasn't seen it yet, I guess. Here, gov'nor!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe picked up a copy of Randolph's new little Truth and pointed to the headline: SECURITY DENOUNCES RAPE OF MARSPORT!", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_3": "Then it hit him slowly, and he looked up. \"Where's Randolph?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"At his plant. At least he left for it, according to Sheila.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon picked up Sheila's gun and buckled it on beside his own. She grabbed at it, but he shoved her back again. \"You're staying here, Cuddles. You're supposed to be a woman now, remember!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_32": "\"One,\" Gordon shouted back, and ran toward it, motioning the others to follow. He'd always objected to the nickname, but it made a good code. Randolph's frail hand came down to help them up, but a bigger paw did the actual lifting.\n\n<|Q|>\"Why didn't you two wait?\"<|Q|> Mother Corey asked, his voice booming out of his Marspeaker. \"I figured Izzy'd stop by first. Here, sit over there. Not much room, with my stuff and Randolph's, but it beats walking.\"\n\n\"What in hell brings you back?\" Gordon asked.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_9": "Ned wagged his head. \"Ah, 'tis a trick and a tedious thing, no mistaking, but there's time and to spare for it, coming home from China.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"China? You've been there? What's it like?\"<|Q|> Chris wanted to know, his eyes eager.\n\nCilley smiled at him, a snaggled-toothed friendly grin. \"That's a tale for another time, my boy, for there's much telling there. You wanted the story of Becky's fine hat.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_33": "\"One,\" Gordon shouted back, and ran toward it, motioning the others to follow. He'd always objected to the nickname, but it made a good code. Randolph's frail hand came down to help them up, but a bigger paw did the actual lifting.\n\n\"Why didn't you two wait?\" Mother Corey asked, his voice booming out of his Marspeaker. <|Q|>\"I figured Izzy'd stop by first. Here, sit over there. Not much room, with my stuff and Randolph's, but it beats walking.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"What in hell brings you back?\" Gordon asked.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_34": "\"Why didn't you two wait?\" Mother Corey asked, his voice booming out of his Marspeaker. \"I figured Izzy'd stop by first. Here, sit over there. Not much room, with my stuff and Randolph's, but it beats walking.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"What in hell brings you back?\"<|Q|> Gordon asked.\n\nThe huge man shrugged ponderously. \"A man gets tired of being respectable, cobber. And I'm getting old and sentimental about the Chicken Coop.\" He chuckled, rubbing his hands together. \"But not so old that I can't handle a couple of guards that are stubborn about trucks, eh, Izzy?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_12": "\"Yes -- yes!\" Chris urged. \"Before she comes back.\"\n\n\"Well, now,\" began Cilley, <|Q|>\"Bein' a member of the Mirabelle and all, means I see quite a bit of this port when we're home.\"<|Q|> He looked arch as if Chris must know the reason for that. \"An' seein' as how Mistress Becky and me are fast friends, well -- she's told me a thing or two that not everyone knows.\"\n\nHe took a pull on the mug and wiped the froth from his lips.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_35": "\"What in hell brings you back?\" Gordon asked.\n\nThe huge man shrugged ponderously. <|Q|>\"A man gets tired of being respectable, cobber. And I'm getting old and sentimental about the Chicken Coop.\"<|Q|> He chuckled, rubbing his hands together. \"But not so old that I can't handle a couple of guards that are stubborn about trucks, eh, Izzy?\"\n\n\"Messy, but nice,\" Izzy agreed from the pile above them. \"Tell those trained apes of yours to cut the lights, will you, Mother? Somebody must be using the Coop.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_8": "Randolph paid no attention to the dead men, nor to the bruises on his own body. He moved forward to the press, staring at it, and there were tears in his eyes as he ran his hands over the broken metal. Then he looked up at them. \"Arrest or rescue?\" he asked.\n\n\"Arrest!\" a voice from the door said harshly, and Bruce Gordon swung to see six Legals filing in, headed by Hendrix himself. The captain nodded at Gordon. <|Q|>\"Good work, Sergeant. By jinx, when I heard the Municipals were coming, I was scared they'd get him for sure. Crane wants to watch this guy shot in person!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe grabbed Randolph by the arm.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_14": "\"It seems,\" he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.\n\n\"Now -- \" and the sailor leaned forward as the story held his own interest -- <|Q|>\"now a hat of that sort costs many a shilling, and Becky worked and saved for that bonnet for over a year.\"<|Q|> He eyed Chris again closely. \"If you tell what I tell ye, Chris lad,\" Cilley conjured him, \"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"\n\n\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\" Chris assured him.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_15": "\"It seems,\" he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.\n\n\"Now -- \" and the sailor leaned forward as the story held his own interest -- \"now a hat of that sort costs many a shilling, and Becky worked and saved for that bonnet for over a year.\" He eyed Chris again closely. <|Q|>\"If you tell what I tell ye, Chris lad,\"<|Q|> Cilley conjured him, \"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"\n\n\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\" Chris assured him.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_12": "Hendrix was faster than Gordon had thought. He had his gun almost up before Gordon could fire. A bluish hole appeared on the man's forehead; he dropped slowly. The others made no trouble as Izzy bound them with baling wire.\n\n\"And I hope nobody finds them,\" he commented. <|Q|>\"All right, Randy, I guess we're a bunch of refugees heading for the outside, and bloody lucky at that. Proves a man shouldn't have friends.\"<|Q|>\n\nRandolph's face was still greenish-white, but he straightened and managed a feeble smile. \"Not to me, Izzy. Right now I can appreciate friends. But you two better get going. I've got some unfinished business to tend to.\" He moved to one corner and began dragging out an old double-cylinder mimeograph. \"Either of you know where I can buy stencils and ink and find some kind of a truck to haul this paper along?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_41": "In the filthy rooms above, Gordon found the corpses -- about fifteen of them, and some former members of the Jurgens organization. He found the apelike bodyguard stretched out on a bunk, a vacant smile on his face.\n\nA yell from the basement called him back down to where Izzy was busily going through piles of crates and boxes stacked along one wall. He was pointing to a lead-foil-covered box. <|Q|>\"Dope! And all that other stuff's ammunition!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe shivered, staring at the fortune in his hands. Then he grimaced and shoved the open can back in its case. He threw it back and began stacking ammunition cases in front of the dope. Gordon went out to get the others and start moving in the supplies and transferring the corpses to the truck for disposal. Randolph scurried off to start setting up his makeshift plant in the basement.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_20": "Ned Cilley seemed satisfied. \"Well now,\" hunching closer with his chair, \"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"The spectacle?\"<|Q|> Chris questioned, his forehead wrinkled. \"What's that?\"\n\n\"Haw -- Haw!\" cackled Cilley, \"You are a country boy! Why -- the spectacle, where the players are. The theatre -- what else?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_43": "Mother Corey was staring about when they returned. \"Filthy,\" he wailed. \"A pigpen. They've ruined the Coop, cobber. Smell that air -- even I can smell it!\" He sniffed dolefully.\n\nMother Corey sighed again. <|Q|>\"Well, it'll give the boys something to do,\"<|Q|> he decided. \"When a man gets old, he likes a little comfort, cobber. Nice things around him...\"\n\nGordon found what had been his old room and dumped his few things into it. Sheila watched him uncertainly, and then took possession of the next room. She came back a few minutes later, staring at the ages-old filth. \"I'll be cleaning for a week,\" she said. \"What are you going to do now, Bruce?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_21": "Ned Cilley seemed satisfied. \"Well now,\" hunching closer with his chair, \"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"\n\n\"The spectacle?\" Chris questioned, his forehead wrinkled. <|Q|>\"What's that?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Haw -- Haw!\" cackled Cilley, \"You are a country boy! Why -- the spectacle, where the players are. The theatre -- what else?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_44": "Mother Corey was staring about when they returned. \"Filthy,\" he wailed. \"A pigpen. They've ruined the Coop, cobber. Smell that air -- even I can smell it!\" He sniffed dolefully.\n\nMother Corey sighed again. \"Well, it'll give the boys something to do,\" he decided. <|Q|>\"When a man gets old, he likes a little comfort, cobber. Nice things around him...\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon found what had been his old room and dumped his few things into it. Sheila watched him uncertainly, and then took possession of the next room. She came back a few minutes later, staring at the ages-old filth. \"I'll be cleaning for a week,\" she said. \"What are you going to do now, Bruce?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_22": "\"The spectacle?\" Chris questioned, his forehead wrinkled. \"What's that?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Haw -- Haw!\"<|Q|> cackled Cilley, \"You are a country boy! Why -- the spectacle, where the players are. The theatre -- what else?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_21": "He shot his eyes around the room, realizing that it was practically bare, except for a few of her dresses. She followed his gaze, and shook her head. \"I won't need them out there,\" she said. Her voice caught on that. \"They'll be safe here.\"\n\n\"So will you, now that you've made up with the Mother,\" he told her. <|Q|>\"Your meal ticket's ruined, Cuddles, and you made it clear a little while ago just where you stand. Remind me to tell you sometime how much fun it's been.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Your mother was good with a soldering iron, wasn't she? You even look human.\" She bent to pick up a shoulder pack and a bag, and her face was normal when she stood up again. \"You might guess that the cops would be happy to get hold of your wife now, though. Come on, it's a long walk.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_28_dawson_64kb_19": "The boys counted, and twelve times the low, lovely notes swung out on the air.\n\n\"Twelve gates!\" Chris said to Amos, <|Q|>\"And look, you were right, they are silver trumpets!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe trumpeters atop the great outer gates were now differently dressed, and there were not two but a dozen lined along the deep palace walls. The trumpets, ten feet long, were curved, and of silver that in the sunlight dazzled the eye. As they were blown, the final gates were pushed aside.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_27": "Here Cilley leaned forward, one hand on his stomach to facilitate a bow, aping as best he could the speech and manners of a gentleman. In a flash he resumed his own character and turned to Chris.\n\n\"Well, did she take it off?\" Ned demanded of Chris, frowning with concentration. <|Q|>\"'Twas asked with rare politeness, anyone would agree to that.\"<|Q|> He shook his head solemnly. \"Why no, Master Christopher, that she did not! Our Becky had just paid the final pence upon that hat, and after a year, seven months and eighteen days, the hat was hers. She wanted all beholders to admire it. What cared she if the gentleman seated on the bench behind her saw more of her bonnet than of the play? In Becky Boozer's opinion, 'twas a more than fair exchange! So she tossed her head, did Becky, and deigned not even a reply.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_24": "\"Yes,\" took up Cilley, \"so as I was saying, Mistress Boozer bein' young and flighty in them days, and rightful proud of the bonnet she had took so long to earn, wore it to the spectacle, together with her best gown.\n\n<|Q|>\"Now as you seem not acquainted with the theatre, me lad, let me tell you that we give it here in any hall standing vacant, and out of doors in fair weather, and we set the benches in rows for those that pay for seats.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe pulled out an evil-smelling clay pipe and stuffed it with tobacco, tamping it down with one grubby forefinger, and when it was well lit, pointed the stem at Chris by way of emphasis.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_30": "\"The poor gentleman says again,\" he took up, \"'Madam,' he says, 'I beg of you -- please to be so kind! Nothing of the spectacle can I see! Please and be so good as to remove your hat!'\n\n<|Q|>\"And would you believe it, my lad -- no.\"<|Q|> Ned Cilley shook his head from side to side, \"No, no, you would not.\" He leaned back, waving his hand as if to wipe away any lingering doubt in Chris's mind. \"Mistress Rebecca Boozer was that proud -- that proud\" -- he dropped his voice -- \"that not for the world would she remove her bonnet. Dear me no! She tossed her head again, feeling all them plumes a-tossin' too, and sat up straighter than before. An' she a tall woman.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_25": "He left the car beyond the gate, and they pushed through the locker room toward the smaller exit, stopping to fasten down their helmets. The guard halted them, but without any suspicion.\n\n\"Going hunting for those damned kids, eh?\" he said. He stared at Sheila. <|Q|>\"Lucky devil! All I got for a guide was an old bum. Okay, luck, Sergeant!\"<|Q|>\n\nIt made no sense to Gordon, but he wasn't going to argue. They went through and out into the waste and slums beyond the domes, heading out until there were only the few phosphor bulbs to guide their way.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_2": "\"First and foremost,\" he said, \"You had best know who I am.\" He leaned back and hooked his thumbs under his armpits in a prideful gesture.\n\n\"My lad,\" said Ned Cilley, thrusting out his chin, <|Q|>\"I am a member of the Mirabelle's crew!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"The Mirabelle!\" Chris exclaimed, \"Why -- that's the ship in the bottle!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_34": "Master Cilley took a red bandanna handkerchief from his coattail pocket and mopped his face, so excited and heated had he become at his own telling of the tale. Then once more he leaned forward confidentially.\n\n<|Q|>\"Well, little did she dream, our Becky Boozer. For when she tossed her head the second time and made no motion to remove her hat, the gentleman bent toward her, and -- no doubt, his words were for her alone. And this is what he said.\"<|Q|>\n\nNed Cilley's blue eyes popped and he cupped his hand by the side of his mouth so that his words could carry no further than the few inches dividing the boy and the man.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_5": "\"The Mirabelle!\" Chris exclaimed, \"Why -- that's the ship in the bottle!\"\n\n\"Aye,\" agreed Cilley, nodding sagely, <|Q|>\"The model of it's in a bottle right enough, since it's meself that made it, the last trip home from the Chiny Seas.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You made it yourself?\" Chris breathed, looking aghast at the gnarled knotted fingers, thick and roughened by work and weather, picturing to himself the delicacy of the miniature ship that lay so snugly in its transparent walls. \"How in the world could you get it inside?\" he asked.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_27": "She nodded. \"Yeah, I got him. That's him -- my husband! What's wrong with you, Rusty? You've lost fifty pounds, and -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"Things are a mite tough out here, princess. No deliveries. Closed my bar, been living sort of hand to mouth, but not much mouth.\"<|Q|> His eyes bulged greedily as she dug into a bag and began to drag out the sandwiches she must have packed for the trip. But he shook his head. \"I ain't so bad off. I ate something yesterday. But if you can spare something for the Kid -- Hey, Kid!\"\n\nA thin boy of about sixteen crept out from behind some rubble, staring uncertainly. Then, at the sight of the food, he made a lunge, grabbed it, and hardly waited to get it through the slits of his suit before gulping it down. Rusty sat down, his lined old face breaking into a faint grin. He hesitated, but finally took some of the food.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_37": "Master Cilley, exhausted by his recital, fell back in his chair, with just strength enough left to replenish his pewter mug from the jug of ale. Then, refreshed, he set the mug down, wiped his lips, and cocked an eye at Chris who sat staring at him open-mouthed.\n\n\"Try it yourself,\" he suggested wagging his head. <|Q|>\"I have. You'll not be able to heave it off, that I promise you. That hat is there for good and all. Mistress Boozer will doubtless be buried in that bonnet.\"<|Q|> He cocked his head the other way. \"And what do you think of that?\" Ned Cilley enquired.\n\nAfter a long and thoughtful pause Chris found his voice.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_7": "\"Aye,\" agreed Cilley, nodding sagely, \"The model of it's in a bottle right enough, since it's meself that made it, the last trip home from the Chiny Seas.\"\n\n\"You made it yourself?\" Chris breathed, looking aghast at the gnarled knotted fingers, thick and roughened by work and weather, picturing to himself the delicacy of the miniature ship that lay so snugly in its transparent walls. <|Q|>\"How in the world could you get it inside?\"<|Q|> he asked.\n\nNed wagged his head. \"Ah, 'tis a trick and a tedious thing, no mistaking, but there's time and to spare for it, coming home from China.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_6": "\"Aye,\" agreed Cilley, nodding sagely, \"The model of it's in a bottle right enough, since it's meself that made it, the last trip home from the Chiny Seas.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You made it yourself?\"<|Q|> Chris breathed, looking aghast at the gnarled knotted fingers, thick and roughened by work and weather, picturing to himself the delicacy of the miniature ship that lay so snugly in its transparent walls. \"How in the world could you get it inside?\" he asked.\n\nNed wagged his head. \"Ah, 'tis a trick and a tedious thing, no mistaking, but there's time and to spare for it, coming home from China.\"", "Solo.2447.2033.thousand_nights_vol02_16_burton_64kb_39": "\" Then he went to his rest for the night and, when morning dawned, the Frank came forth and rode down to the mid-field, where Sharrkan met him; and they fell to fighting and to wheeling, left and right; and necks were stretched out to see the sight, nor did they stint from strife and sword-play and lunge of lance with main and might, till the day turned to night and darkness overwhelmed the light. Then the twain drew asunder and returned each to his own camp, where both related to their comrades what had befallen them in the duello; and at last the Frank said to his men, <|Q|>\"To-morrow shall decide the matter!\"<|Q|> So they both passed that night restfully till dawn; and, as soon as it was day, they mounted and each bore down on other and ceased not to fight till half the day was done. Then the Frank bethought him of a ruse; first urging his steed with heel and then checking him with the rein, so that he stumbled and fell with his rider; thereupon Sharrkan threw himself on the foe, and would have smitten him with the sword fearing lest the strife be prolonged, when the Frank cried out to him,", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_10": "\"China? You've been there? What's it like?\" Chris wanted to know, his eyes eager.\n\nCilley smiled at him, a snaggled-toothed friendly grin. <|Q|>\"That's a tale for another time, my boy, for there's much telling there. You wanted the story of Becky's fine hat.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes -- yes!\" Chris urged. \"Before she comes back.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_11": "Cilley smiled at him, a snaggled-toothed friendly grin. \"That's a tale for another time, my boy, for there's much telling there. You wanted the story of Becky's fine hat.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes -- yes!\"<|Q|> Chris urged. \"Before she comes back.\"\n\n\"Well, now,\" began Cilley, \"Bein' a member of the Mirabelle and all, means I see quite a bit of this port when we're home.\" He looked arch as if Chris must know the reason for that. \"An' seein' as how Mistress Becky and me are fast friends, well -- she's told me a thing or two that not everyone knows.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_13": "\"Yes -- yes!\" Chris urged. \"Before she comes back.\"\n\n\"Well, now,\" began Cilley, \"Bein' a member of the Mirabelle and all, means I see quite a bit of this port when we're home.\" He looked arch as if Chris must know the reason for that. <|Q|>\"An' seein' as how Mistress Becky and me are fast friends, well -- she's told me a thing or two that not everyone knows.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe took a pull on the mug and wiped the froth from his lips.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_45": "She looked from one to the other and Chris decided that it was a good thing for him that Becky likened him to the object of her doting, Master Cilley.\n\n\"Get along with you!\" she cried again, pulling Chris up out of his chair by his coat collar. \"You are wanted by the master in his study, so look sharp! It's down the passage and to your right,\" Becky said, <|Q|>\"and knock before you go in!\"<|Q|>\n\nChris started off, but in the dusk of the passage he looked back in time to see Becky Boozer lost in tittering giggles and wild blushes as Master Cilley, reaching up as high as his arm would go, chucked her under the chin.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_37": "The huge man shrugged ponderously. \"A man gets tired of being respectable, cobber. And I'm getting old and sentimental about the Chicken Coop.\" He chuckled, rubbing his hands together. \"But not so old that I can't handle a couple of guards that are stubborn about trucks, eh, Izzy?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Messy, but nice,\"<|Q|> Izzy agreed from the pile above them. \"Tell those trained apes of yours to cut the lights, will you, Mother? Somebody must be using the Coop.\"\n\nThey stopped the truck before reaching the old wreck. In the few dim lights, the old building still gave off an air of mold and decay. Gordon shuddered faintly, then followed Izzy and the Mother into the semi-secret entrance.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_16": "\"It seems,\" he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.\n\n\"Now -- \" and the sailor leaned forward as the story held his own interest -- \"now a hat of that sort costs many a shilling, and Becky worked and saved for that bonnet for over a year.\" He eyed Chris again closely. \"If you tell what I tell ye, Chris lad,\" Cilley conjured him, <|Q|>\"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\" Chris assured him.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_40": "In the beam of Gordon's torch, a single figure lay sprawled out on the floor halfway to the rickety stairs to the main house. Mother Corey grunted, and moved quickly to the coughing, battered old air machine. His fingers closed a valve equipped with a combination lock.\n\n\"They're all dead, cobbers,\" he wheezed. <|Q|>\"Dead because a crook had to try his hand on a lock. Years ago, I had a flask of poison gas attached, in case a gang should ever squeeze me out.\"<|Q|>\n\nIn the filthy rooms above, Gordon found the corpses -- about fifteen of them, and some former members of the Jurgens organization. He found the apelike bodyguard stretched out on a bunk, a vacant smile on his face.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_1": "The letter which Basque had brought was of this sort.\n\nMarius took it. It smelled of tobacco. Nothing evokes a memory like an odor. Marius recognized that tobacco. He looked at the superscription: <|Q|>\u201cTo Monsieur, Monsieur le Baron Pommerci. At his hotel.\u201d<|Q|> The recognition of the tobacco caused him to recognize the writing as well. It may be said that amazement has its lightning flashes.\n\nMarius was, as it were, illuminated by one of these flashes.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_19": "\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\" Chris assured him.\n\nNed Cilley seemed satisfied. \"Well now,\" hunching closer with his chair, <|Q|>\"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"The spectacle?\" Chris questioned, his forehead wrinkled. \"What's that?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_17": "\"Now -- \" and the sailor leaned forward as the story held his own interest -- \"now a hat of that sort costs many a shilling, and Becky worked and saved for that bonnet for over a year.\" He eyed Chris again closely. \"If you tell what I tell ye, Chris lad,\" Cilley conjured him, \"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\"<|Q|> Chris assured him.\n\nNed Cilley seemed satisfied. \"Well now,\" hunching closer with his chair, \"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_3": "This creature was the costumer of the immense drama which knavery plays in Paris. His lair was the green-room whence theft emerged, and into which roguery retreated. A tattered knave arrived at this dressing-room, deposited his thirty sous and selected, according to the part which he wished to play, the costume which suited him, and on descending the stairs once more, the knave was a somebody. On the following day, the clothes were faithfully returned, and the Changer, who trusted the thieves with everything, was never robbed. There was one inconvenience about these clothes, they \u201cdid not fit\u201d; not having been made for those who wore them, they were too tight for one, too loose for another and did not adjust themselves to any one. Every pickpocket who exceeded or fell short of the human average was ill at his ease in the Changer\u2019s costumes. It was necessary that one should not be either too fat or too lean. The Changer had foreseen only ordinary men. He had taken the measure of the species from the first rascal who came to hand, who is neither stout nor thin, neither tall nor short. Hence adaptations which were sometimes difficult and from which the Changer\u2019s clients extricated themselves as best they might. So much the worse for the exceptions! The suit of the statesman, for instance, black from head to foot, and consequently proper, would have been too large for Pitt and too small for Castelcicala. The costume of a statesman was designated as follows in the Changer\u2019s catalogue; we copy:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cA coat of black cloth, trowsers of black wool, a silk waistcoat, boots and linen.\u201d<|Q|> On the margin there stood: ex-ambassador, and a note which we also copy: \u201cIn a separate box, a neatly frizzed peruke, green glasses, seals, and two small quills an inch long, wrapped in cotton.\u201d All this belonged to the statesman, the ex-ambassador. This whole costume was, if we may so express ourselves, debilitated; the seams were white, a vague button-hole yawned at one of the elbows; moreover, one of the coat buttons was missing on the breast; but this was only detail; as the hand of the statesman should always be thrust into his coat and laid upon his heart, its function was to conceal the absent button.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_6": "He was utterly routed.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI know neither Madame Bagration nor M. Dambray,\u201d<|Q|> said he. \u201cI have never set foot in the house of either of them in my life.\u201d\n\nThe reply was ungracious. The personage, determined to be gracious at any cost, insisted.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_23": "\"The spectacle?\" Chris questioned, his forehead wrinkled. \"What's that?\"\n\n\"Haw -- Haw!\" cackled Cilley, <|Q|>\"You are a country boy! Why -- the spectacle, where the players are. The theatre -- what else?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Oh,\" Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_5": "The man replied with an amiable grin of which the caressing smile of a crocodile will furnish some idea:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt seems to me impossible that I should not have already had the honor of seeing Monsieur le Baron in society. I think I actually did meet monsieur personally, several years ago, at the house of Madame la Princesse Bagration and in the drawing-rooms of his Lordship the Vicomte Dambray, peer of France.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nIt is always a good bit of tactics in knavery to pretend to recognize some one whom one does not know.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_26": "Here Cilley leaned forward, one hand on his stomach to facilitate a bow, aping as best he could the speech and manners of a gentleman. In a flash he resumed his own character and turned to Chris.\n\n<|Q|>\"Well, did she take it off?\"<|Q|> Ned demanded of Chris, frowning with concentration. \"'Twas asked with rare politeness, anyone would agree to that.\" He shook his head solemnly. \"Why no, Master Christopher, that she did not! Our Becky had just paid the final pence upon that hat, and after a year, seven months and eighteen days, the hat was hers. She wanted all beholders to admire it. What cared she if the gentleman seated on the bench behind her saw more of her bonnet than of the play? In Becky Boozer's opinion, 'twas a more than fair exchange! So she tossed her head, did Becky, and deigned not even a reply.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_51": "\"Bruce!\" Sheila stood outlined in the doorway against the dim glow of a phosphor bulb. Her robe was partly open, and hunger burned in him; then, before he could lift himself, she bent over and began unfastening his boots. \"You all right, Bruce? I heard you tossing around.\"\n\n\"I'm fine,\" he told her mechanically. <|Q|>\"Just making plans for tomorrow.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe watched her turn back slowly, then lay quietly, trying not to disturb her again. Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow he'd find some kind of an answer; and it wouldn't be Randolph's charity.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_8": "The reply was ungracious. The personage, determined to be gracious at any cost, insisted.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThen it must have been at Chateaubriand\u2019s that I have seen Monsieur! I know Chateaubriand very well. He is very affable. He sometimes says to me: \u2018Th\u00e9nard, my friend . . . won\u2019t you drink a glass of wine with me?\u2019\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarius\u2019 brow grew more and more severe:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_10": "\u201cMonsieur le Baron, deign to listen to me. There is in America, in a district near Panama, a village called la Joya. That village is composed of a single house, a large, square house of three stories, built of bricks dried in the sun, each side of the square five hundred feet in length, each story retreating twelve feet back of the story below, in such a manner as to leave in front a terrace which makes the circuit of the edifice, in the centre an inner court where the provisions and munitions are kept; no windows, loopholes, no doors, ladders, ladders to mount from the ground to the first terrace, and from the first to the second, and from the second to the third, ladders to descend into the inner court, no doors to the chambers, trap-doors, no staircases to the chambers, ladders; in the evening the traps are closed, the ladders are withdrawn, carbines and blunderbusses trained from the loopholes; no means of entering, a house by day, a citadel by night, eight hundred inhabitants, \u2014 that is the village. Why so many precautions? because the country is dangerous; it is full of cannibals. Then why do people go there? because the country is marvellous; gold is found there.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat are you driving at?\u201d<|Q|> interrupted Marius, who had passed from disappointment to impatience.\n\n\u201cAt this, Monsieur le Baron. I am an old and weary diplomat. Ancient civilization has thrown me on my own devices. I want to try savages.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_1": "His eyes, humorous as they were, took on a shrewdness under their sandy brows as if judging the character of the boy before him and his ability to keep a secret.\n\n\"First and foremost,\" he said, <|Q|>\"You had best know who I am.\"<|Q|> He leaned back and hooked his thumbs under his armpits in a prideful gesture.\n\n\"My lad,\" said Ned Cilley, thrusting out his chin, \"I am a member of the Mirabelle's crew!\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_13": "\u201cMonsieur le Baron, egotism is the law of the world. The proletarian peasant woman, who toils by the day, turns round when the diligence passes by, the peasant proprietress, who toils in her field, does not turn round. The dog of the poor man barks at the rich man, the dog of the rich man barks at the poor man. Each one for himself. Self-interest \u2014 that\u2019s the object of men. Gold, that\u2019s the loadstone.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat then? Finish.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI should like to go and establish myself at la Joya. There are three of us. I have my spouse and my young lady; a very beautiful girl. The journey is long and costly. I need a little money.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_32": "\"The poor gentleman says again,\" he took up, \"'Madam,' he says, 'I beg of you -- please to be so kind! Nothing of the spectacle can I see! Please and be so good as to remove your hat!'\n\n\"And would you believe it, my lad -- no.\" Ned Cilley shook his head from side to side, \"No, no, you would not.\" He leaned back, waving his hand as if to wipe away any lingering doubt in Chris's mind. <|Q|>\"Mistress Rebecca Boozer was that proud -- that proud\"<|Q|> -- he dropped his voice -- \"that not for the world would she remove her bonnet. Dear me no! She tossed her head again, feeling all them plumes a-tossin' too, and sat up straighter than before. An' she a tall woman.\"\n\nMaster Cilley took a red bandanna handkerchief from his coattail pocket and mopped his face, so excited and heated had he become at his own telling of the tale. Then once more he leaned forward confidentially.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_33": "\" he took up, \"'Madam,' he says, 'I beg of you -- please to be so kind! Nothing of the spectacle can I see! Please and be so good as to remove your hat!'\n\n\"And would you believe it, my lad -- no.\" Ned Cilley shook his head from side to side, \"No, no, you would not.\" He leaned back, waving his hand as if to wipe away any lingering doubt in Chris's mind. \"Mistress Rebecca Boozer was that proud -- that proud\" -- he dropped his voice -- <|Q|>\"that not for the world would she remove her bonnet. Dear me no! She tossed her head again, feeling all them plumes a-tossin' too, and sat up straighter than before. An' she a tall woman.\"<|Q|>\n\nMaster Cilley took a red bandanna handkerchief from his coattail pocket and mopped his face, so excited and heated had he become at his own telling of the tale. Then once more he leaned forward confidentially.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_17": "\u201cHas not Monsieur le Baron perused my letter?\u201d\n\nThere was some truth in this. The fact is, that the contents of the epistle had slipped Marius\u2019 mind. He had seen the writing rather than read the letter. He could hardly recall it. But a moment ago a fresh start had been given him. He had noted that detail: <|Q|>\u201cmy spouse and my young lady.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe fixed a penetrating glance on the stranger. An examining judge could not have done the look better. He almost lay in wait for him.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_35": "\"He said -- and so she told me, it did sound like a roar of thunder, though no one else did seem aware of it -- 'So, then, Rebecca Boozer, wear your hat!' the gentleman said. 'The Devil himself shall have no power to take it off'n you'!\n\n<|Q|>\"And do you know,\"<|Q|> whispered Cilley in a low rumble, his eyes starting out of his head as were Chris's own, \"'Tis our belief it must have been the Devil himself who sat behind her there, for from that very time Rebecca Boozer has been unable to remove that hat, neither by pushing, pulling, prying, steaming, cutting, tearing, nor by any method howsomever! The Devil it was! The Devil it must have been!\"\n\nMaster Cilley, exhausted by his recital, fell back in his chair, with just strength enough left to replenish his pewter mug from the jug of ale. Then, refreshed, he set the mug down, wiped his lips, and cocked an eye at Chris who sat staring at him open-mouthed.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_8": "\"You made it yourself?\" Chris breathed, looking aghast at the gnarled knotted fingers, thick and roughened by work and weather, picturing to himself the delicacy of the miniature ship that lay so snugly in its transparent walls. \"How in the world could you get it inside?\" he asked.\n\nNed wagged his head. <|Q|>\"Ah, 'tis a trick and a tedious thing, no mistaking, but there's time and to spare for it, coming home from China.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"China? You've been there? What's it like?\" Chris wanted to know, his eyes eager.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_38": "Master Cilley, exhausted by his recital, fell back in his chair, with just strength enough left to replenish his pewter mug from the jug of ale. Then, refreshed, he set the mug down, wiped his lips, and cocked an eye at Chris who sat staring at him open-mouthed.\n\n\"Try it yourself,\" he suggested wagging his head. \"I have. You'll not be able to heave it off, that I promise you. That hat is there for good and all. Mistress Boozer will doubtless be buried in that bonnet.\" He cocked his head the other way. <|Q|>\"And what do you think of that?\"<|Q|> Ned Cilley enquired.\n\nAfter a long and thoughtful pause Chris found his voice.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_22": "Marius scrutinized the man more and more as he listened to him.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI commence gratis,\u201d<|Q|> said the stranger. \u201cYou will see that I am interesting.\u201d\n\n\u201cSpeak.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_41": "The picture of the elephantine Becky Boozer with a counter-pane under her chin and the hat with twenty-four red roses and twelve waving black plumes rising above the pillow took hold of the sailor's fancy. He tipped back in his chair and laughed till he cried, and as he was coughing and spluttering, Mistress Boozer herself came rustling out of the passageway and across the kitchen to the table.\n\n<|Q|>\"Be off with you, boy!\"<|Q|> she cried. \"You and Cilley -- you're two of a kind, that is plain to be seen!\"\n\nShe looked from one to the other and Chris decided that it was a good thing for him that Becky likened him to the object of her doting, Master Cilley.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_24": "\u201cSpeak.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur le Baron, you have in your house a thief and an assassin.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarius shuddered.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_40": "After a long and thoughtful pause Chris found his voice.\n\n\"Master Cilley,\" he said respectfully, <|Q|>\"Does she -- does she sleep in it?\"<|Q|> he asked.\n\nThe picture of the elephantine Becky Boozer with a counter-pane under her chin and the hat with twenty-four red roses and twelve waving black plumes rising above the pillow took hold of the sailor's fancy. He tipped back in his chair and laughed till he cried, and as he was coughing and spluttering, Mistress Boozer herself came rustling out of the passageway and across the kitchen to the table.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_27": "\u201cI am listening.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHis name is Jean Valjean.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI know it.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_25": "Marius shuddered.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIn my house? no,\u201d<|Q|> said he.\n\nThe imperturbable stranger brushed his hat with his elbow and went on:", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_44": "She looked from one to the other and Chris decided that it was a good thing for him that Becky likened him to the object of her doting, Master Cilley.\n\n\"Get along with you!\" she cried again, pulling Chris up out of his chair by his coat collar. <|Q|>\"You are wanted by the master in his study, so look sharp! It's down the passage and to your right,\"<|Q|> Becky said, \"and knock before you go in!\"\n\nChris started off, but in the dusk of the passage he looked back in time to see Becky Boozer lost in tittering giggles and wild blushes as Master Cilley, reaching up as high as his arm would go, chucked her under the chin.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_0": "CHAPTER IV \u2014 A BOTTLE OF INK WHICH ONLY SUCCEEDED IN WHITENING\n\nThat same day, or to speak more accurately, that same evening, as Marius left the table, and was on the point of withdrawing to his study, having a case to look over, Basque handed him a letter saying: <|Q|>\u201cThe person who wrote the letter is in the antechamber.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nCosette had taken the grandfather\u2019s arm and was strolling in the garden.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_29": "\u201cSay on.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe is an ex-convict.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI know it.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_2": "Basque announced:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur Th\u00e9nard.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nA man entered.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_4": "This creature was the costumer of the immense drama which knavery plays in Paris. His lair was the green-room whence theft emerged, and into which roguery retreated. A tattered knave arrived at this dressing-room, deposited his thirty sous and selected, according to the part which he wished to play, the costume which suited him, and on descending the stairs once more, the knave was a somebody. On the following day, the clothes were faithfully returned, and the Changer, who trusted the thieves with everything, was never robbed. There was one inconvenience about these clothes, they \u201cdid not fit\u201d; not having been made for those who wore them, they were too tight for one, too loose for another and did not adjust themselves to any one. Every pickpocket who exceeded or fell short of the human average was ill at his ease in the Changer\u2019s costumes. It was necessary that one should not be either too fat or too lean. The Changer had foreseen only ordinary men. He had taken the measure of the species from the first rascal who came to hand, who is neither stout nor thin, neither tall nor short. Hence adaptations which were sometimes difficult and from which the Changer\u2019s clients extricated themselves as best they might. So much the worse for the exceptions! The suit of the statesman, for instance, black from head to foot, and consequently proper, would have been too large for Pitt and too small for Castelcicala. The costume of a statesman was designated as follows in the Changer\u2019s catalogue; we copy:\n\n\u201cA coat of black cloth, trowsers of black wool, a silk waistcoat, boots and linen.\u201d On the margin there stood: ex-ambassador, and a note which we also copy: <|Q|>\u201cIn a separate box, a neatly frizzed peruke, green glasses, seals, and two small quills an inch long, wrapped in cotton.\u201d<|Q|> All this belonged to the statesman, the ex-ambassador. This whole costume was, if we may so express ourselves, debilitated; the seams were white, a vague button-hole yawned at one of the elbows; moreover, one of the coat buttons was missing on the breast; but this was only detail; as the hand of the statesman should always be thrust into his coat and laid upon his heart, its function was to conceal the absent button.\n\nIf Marius had been familiar with the occult institutions of Paris, he would instantly have recognized upon the back of the visitor whom Basque had just shown in, the statesman\u2019s suit borrowed from the pick-me-down-that shop of the Changer.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_31": "\u201cYou know it since I have had the honor of telling you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo. I knew it before.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarius\u2019 cold tone, that double reply of \u201cI know it,\u201d his laconicism, which was not favorable to dialogue, stirred up some smouldering wrath in the stranger. He launched a furious glance on the sly at Marius, which was instantly extinguished. Rapid as it was, this glance was of the kind which a man recognizes when he has once beheld it; it did not escape Marius. Certain flashes can only proceed from certain souls; the eye, that vent-hole of the thought, glows with it; spectacles hide nothing; try putting a pane of glass over hell!", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_18": "Mr. Wicker smiled his sardonic smile, though his eyes were snapping as brightly as the fire.\n\n\"Now Christopher,\" he began, running the rope through his long, fine hands, \"just push that table and the chairs to the wall, there's a good lad, and we shall get the stiffness out of this rope.\" Chris cleared the room. \"And pull the curtains, my boy,\" added his master, <|Q|>\"for one never knows but that Amos or Becky Boozer might pass by at the crucial moment. What they do not know,\"<|Q|> murmured the magician, \"is best for them.\"\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_35": "\u201cMonsieur le Baron, say ten thousand francs and I will speak.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI repeat to you that there is nothing which you can tell me. I know what you wish to say to me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nA fresh flash gleamed in the man\u2019s eye. He exclaimed:", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_20": "He shot his eyes around the room, realizing that it was practically bare, except for a few of her dresses. She followed his gaze, and shook her head. \"I won't need them out there,\" she said. Her voice caught on that. \"They'll be safe here.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"So will you, now that you've made up with the Mother,\"<|Q|> he told her. \"Your meal ticket's ruined, Cuddles, and you made it clear a little while ago just where you stand. Remind me to tell you sometime how much fun it's been.\"\n\n\"Your mother was good with a soldering iron, wasn't she? You even look human.\" She bent to pick up a shoulder pack and a bag, and her face was normal when she stood up again. \"You might guess that the cops would be happy to get hold of your wife now, though. Come on, it's a long walk.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_39": "Marius continued:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou are also Jondrette the workman, Fabantou the comedian, Genflot the poet, Don Alvar\u00e8s the Spaniard, and Mistress Balizard.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMistress what?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_29": "Cilley's eyebrows rose and fell with his agitation. So strong was the grip of the story upon him that it was evident that he fancied himself at the play, and could see the whole thing before him as plain as day.\n\n<|Q|>\"The poor gentleman says again,\"<|Q|> he took up, \"'Madam,' he says, 'I beg of you -- please to be so kind! Nothing of the spectacle can I see! Please and be so good as to remove your hat!'\n\n\"And would you believe it, my lad -- no.\" Ned Cilley shook his head from side to side, \"No, no, you would not.\" He leaned back, waving his hand as if to wipe away any lingering doubt in Chris's mind. \"Mistress Rebecca Boozer was that proud -- that prou", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_50": "Rusty and one of Mother Corey's men were on guard, and the others had turned in. Gordon went up the stairs and threw himself onto the bed in disgust.\n\n\"Bruce!\" Sheila stood outlined in the doorway against the dim glow of a phosphor bulb. Her robe was partly open, and hunger burned in him; then, before he could lift himself, she bent over and began unfastening his boots. <|Q|>\"You all right, Bruce? I heard you tossing around.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I'm fine,\" he told her mechanically. \"Just making plans for tomorrow.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_40": "\u201cMistress what?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd you kept a pot-house at Montfermeil.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cA pot-house! Never.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_11": "\u201cWhat are you driving at?\u201d interrupted Marius, who had passed from disappointment to impatience.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAt this, Monsieur le Baron. I am an old and weary diplomat. Ancient civilization has thrown me on my own devices. I want to try savages.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_14": "\u201cWhat then? Finish.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI should like to go and establish myself at la Joya. There are three of us. I have my spouse and my young lady; a very beautiful girl. The journey is long and costly. I need a little money.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat concern is that of mine?\u201d demanded Marius.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_15": "\u201cI should like to go and establish myself at la Joya. There are three of us. I have my spouse and my young lady; a very beautiful girl. The journey is long and costly. I need a little money.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat concern is that of mine?\u201d<|Q|> demanded Marius.\n\nThe stranger stretched his neck out of his cravat, a gesture characteristic of the vulture, and replied with an augmented smile.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_16": "The stranger stretched his neck out of his cravat, a gesture characteristic of the vulture, and replied with an augmented smile.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHas not Monsieur le Baron perused my letter?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThere was some truth in this. The fact is, that the contents of the epistle had slipped Marius\u2019 mind. He had seen the writing rather than read the letter. He could hardly recall it. But a moment ago a fresh start had been given him. He had noted that detail: \u201cmy spouse and my young lady.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_47": "Then brusquely:\n\n\u201cWell, so be it!\u201d he exclaimed. <|Q|>\u201cLet us put ourselves at our ease.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd with the agility of a monkey, flinging back his hair, tearing off his spectacles, and withdrawing from his nose by sleight of hand the two quills of which mention was recently made, and which the reader has also met with on another page of this book, he took off his face as the man takes off his hat.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_18": "He confined himself to replying:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cState the case precisely.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe stranger inserted his two hands in both his fobs, drew himself up without straightening his dorsal column, but scrutinizing Marius in his turn, with the green gaze of his spectacles.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_49": "His eye lighted up; his uneven brow, with hollows in some places and bumps in others, hideously wrinkled at the top, was laid bare, his nose had become as sharp as a beak; the fierce and sagacious profile of the man of prey reappeared.\n\n\u201cMonsieur le Baron is infallible,\u201d he said in a clear voice whence all nasal twang had disappeared, <|Q|>\u201cI am Th\u00e9nardier.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd he straightened up his crooked back.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_20": "\u201cA secret.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhich concerns me?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSomewhat.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_39": "After a long and thoughtful pause Chris found his voice.\n\n<|Q|>\"Master Cilley,\"<|Q|> he said respectfully, \"Does she -- does she sleep in it?\" he asked.\n\nThe picture of the elephantine Becky Boozer with a counter-pane under her chin and the hat with twenty-four red roses and twelve waving black plumes rising above the pillow took hold of the sailor's fancy. He tipped back in his chair and laughed till he cried, and as he was coughing and spluttering, Mistress Boozer herself came rustling out of the passageway and across the kitchen to the table.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_50": "Who was Cosette? He did not know exactly himself. He did, indeed, catch an inkling of illegitimacy, the history of Fantine had always seemed to him equivocal; but what was the use of talking about that? in order to cause himself to be paid for his silence? He had, or thought he had, better wares than that for sale. And, according to all appearances, if he were to come and make to the Baron Pontmercy this revelation \u2014 and without proof: <|Q|>\u201cYour wife is a bastard,\u201d<|Q|> the only result would be to attract the boot of the husband towards the loins of the revealer.\n\nFrom Th\u00e9nardier\u2019s point of view, the conversation with Marius had not yet begun. He ought to have drawn back, to have modified his strategy, to have abandoned his position, to have changed his front; but nothing essential had been compromised as yet, and he had five hundred francs in his pocket. Moreover, he had something decisive to say, and, even against this very well-informed and well-armed Baron Pontmercy, he felt himself strong. For men of Th\u00e9nardier\u2019s nature, every dialogue is a combat. In the one in which he was about to engage, what was his situation? He did not know to whom he was speaking, but he did know of what he was speaking, he made this rapid review of his inner forces, and after having said:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_23": "Marius scrutinized the man more and more as he listened to him.\n\n\u201cI commence gratis,\u201d said the stranger. <|Q|>\u201cYou will see that I am interesting.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSpeak.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_42": "The picture of the elephantine Becky Boozer with a counter-pane under her chin and the hat with twenty-four red roses and twelve waving black plumes rising above the pillow took hold of the sailor's fancy. He tipped back in his chair and laughed till he cried, and as he was coughing and spluttering, Mistress Boozer herself came rustling out of the passageway and across the kitchen to the table.\n\n\"Be off with you, boy!\" she cried. <|Q|>\"You and Cilley -- you're two of a kind, that is plain to be seen!\"<|Q|>\n\nShe looked from one to the other and Chris decided that it was a good thing for him that Becky likened him to the object of her doting, Master Cilley.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_43": "She looked from one to the other and Chris decided that it was a good thing for him that Becky likened him to the object of her doting, Master Cilley.\n\n<|Q|>\"Get along with you!\"<|Q|> she cried again, pulling Chris up out of his chair by his coat collar. \"You are wanted by the master in his study, so look sharp! It's down the passage and to your right,\" Becky said, \"and knock before you go in!\"\n\nChris started off, but in the dusk of the passage he looked back in time to see Becky Boozer lost in tittering giggles and wild blushes as Master Cilley, reaching up as high as his arm would go, chucked her under the chin.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_10": "He grabbed Randolph by the arm.\n\n\"You're overlooking something, Hendrix,\" Gordon cut in. He had moved back toward the wall, to face the group. <|Q|>\"If you ever look at my record, you'll find I'm an ex-newspaperman myself. This is a rescue. Tie them up, Izzy.\"<|Q|>\n\nHendrix was faster than Gordon had thought. He had his gun almost up before Gordon could fire. A bluish hole appeared on the man's forehead; he dropped slowly. The others made no trouble as Izzy bound them with baling wire.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_30": "\u201cI know it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou know it since I have had the honor of telling you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo. I knew it before.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_60": "\u201cWhat are they? Speak.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThis is the first: he did not rob M. Madeleine, because it is Jean Valjean himself who was M. Madeleine.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat tale are you telling me?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_28": "\u201cI know it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI am going to tell you, equally for nothing, who he is.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSay on.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_33": "\u201cI will not permit myself to contradict Monsieur le Baron. In any case, you ought to perceive that I am well informed. Now what I have to tell you is known to myself alone. This concerns the fortune of Madame la Baronne. It is an extraordinary secret. It is for sale \u2014 I make you the first offer of it. Cheap. Twenty thousand francs.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI know that secret as well as the others,\u201d<|Q|> said Marius.\n\nThe personage felt the necessity of lowering his price a trifle.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_62": "\u201cWhat tale are you telling me?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd this is the second: he did not assassinate Javert, because the person who killed Javert was Javert.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean to say?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_64": "\u201cWhat do you mean to say?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat Javert committed suicide.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cProve it! prove it!\u201d cried Marius beside himself.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_21": "With several twists of his hands the rope spun out into the middle air of the room. It moved and twisted like a live thing, and Mr. Wicker, Chris thought, seemed to be drawing the outline of a boat in the air with the moving line. Even as this thought flickered in his mind, the rope formed in mid-air the skeleton of a dingy, and then, mysteriously, the rope added to itself until the bare struts and sides were filled in and there, rocking lightly from the speed of its creation, a small row-boat hovered in the air, as if it were tied up to a dock.\n\n<|Q|>\"Go and feel of it, Christopher,\"<|Q|> Mr. Wicker urged. \"Climb in it if you like. I have left the two ends of the rope long enough to make oars, if necessary.\"\n\nChris ran over and felt the sides of the boat. It was sound and secure, no doubt of that. He went all around it, pounding its sides, and at last heaved himself over to fall into its center. The boat never stirred, and stamp as he would, the rope bottom and gunwales resisted firmly.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_7": "He was utterly routed.\n\n\u201cI know neither Madame Bagration nor M. Dambray,\u201d said he. <|Q|>\u201cI have never set foot in the house of either of them in my life.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe reply was ungracious. The personage, determined to be gracious at any cost, insisted.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_66": "Th\u00e9nardier resumed, scanning his phrase after the manner of the ancient Alexandrine measure:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPolice-agent-Ja-vert-was-found-drowned-un-der-a-boat-of-the-Pont-au- Change.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut prove it!\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_38": "\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat is not difficult, Monsieur le Baron. I had the honor to write to you and to tell it to you. Th\u00e9nard.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201c \u2014 Dier.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_9": "Marius\u2019 brow grew more and more severe:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have never had the honor of being received by M. de Chateaubriand. Let us cut it short. What do you want?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe man bowed lower at that harsh voice.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_70": "Jean Valjean, who had suddenly grown grand, emerged from his cloud. Marius could not repress a cry of joy.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, then this unhappy wretch is an admirable man! the whole of that fortune really belonged to him! he is Madeleine, the providence of a whole countryside! he is Jean Valjean, Javert\u2019s savior! he is a hero! he is a saint!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHe\u2019s not a saint, and he\u2019s not a hero!\u201d said Th\u00e9nardier. \u201cHe\u2019s an assassin and a robber.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_41": "\u201cAnd you kept a pot-house at Montfermeil.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cA pot-house! Never.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd I tell you that your name is Th\u00e9nardier.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_73": "And he added, in the tone of a man who begins to feel that he possesses some authority:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cLet us be calm.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nRobber, assassin \u2014 those words which Marius thought had disappeared and which returned, fell upon him like an ice-cold shower-bath.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_44": "And Marius drew a bank-note from his pocket and flung it in his face.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThanks! Pardon me! five hundred francs! Monsieur le Baron!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd the man, overcome, bowed, seized the note and examined it.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_43": "\u201cI deny it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd that you are a rascal. Here.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd Marius drew a bank-note from his pocket and flung it in his face.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_75": "\u201cAlways,\u201d ejaculated Th\u00e9nardier. \u201cJean Valjean did not rob Madeleine, but he is a thief. He did not kill Javert, but he is a murderer.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill you speak,\u201d retorted Marius, <|Q|>\u201cof that miserable theft, committed forty years ago, and expiated, as your own newspapers prove, by a whole life of repentance, of self-abnegation and of virtue?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI say assassination and theft, Monsieur le Baron, and I repeat that I am speaking of actual facts. What I have to reveal to you is absolutely unknown. It belongs to unpublished matter. And perhaps you will find in it the source of the fortune so skilfully presented to Madame la Baronne by Jean Valjean. I say skilfully, because, by a gift of that nature it would not be so very unskilful to slip into an honorable house whose comforts one would then share, and, at the same stroke, to conceal one\u2019s crime, and to enjoy one\u2019s theft, to bury one\u2019s name and to create for oneself a family.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_79": "Marius seated himself and motioned to him to do the same.\n\nTh\u00e9nardier installed himself on a tufted chair, picked up his two newspapers, thrust them back into their envelope, and murmured as he pecked at the Drapeau Blanc with his nail: <|Q|>\u201cIt cost me a good deal of trouble to get this one.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThat done he crossed his legs and stretched himself out on the back of the chair, an attitude characteristic of people who are sure of what they are saying, then he entered upon his subject gravely, emphasizing his words:", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_14_delray_64kb_26": "Gordon was moving cautiously, using his helmet light only occasionally, gun ready in his hand. But it was Sheila who caught the faint sound. He heard her cry out, and turned to see her crash into the stomach of a man with a half-raised stick. He went down with almost no resistance. Sheila shot the beam of her light on the thin, drawn face. \"Rusty!\"\n\n\"Hi, princess.\" He got up slowly, trying to grin. <|Q|>\"Didn't know who it was. Sorry. Ever get that louse you were out for?\"<|Q|>\n\nShe nodded. \"Yeah, I got him. That's him -- my husband! What's wrong with you, Rusty? You've lost fifty pounds, and -- \"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_48": "His eye lighted up; his uneven brow, with hollows in some places and bumps in others, hideously wrinkled at the top, was laid bare, his nose had become as sharp as a beak; the fierce and sagacious profile of the man of prey reappeared.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur le Baron is infallible,\u201d<|Q|> he said in a clear voice whence all nasal twang had disappeared, \u201cI am Th\u00e9nardier.\u201d\n\nAnd he straightened up his crooked back.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_80": "That done he crossed his legs and stretched himself out on the back of the chair, an attitude characteristic of people who are sure of what they are saying, then he entered upon his subject gravely, emphasizing his words:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur le Baron, on the 6th of June, 1832, about a year ago, on the day of the insurrection, a man was in the Grand Sewer of Paris, at the point where the sewer enters the Seine, between the Pont des Invalides and the Pont de J\u00e9na.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarius abruptly drew his chair closer to that of Th\u00e9nardier. Th\u00e9nardier noticed this movement and continued with the deliberation of an orator who holds his interlocutor and who feels his adversary palpitating under his words:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_51": "From Th\u00e9nardier\u2019s point of view, the conversation with Marius had not yet begun. He ought to have drawn back, to have modified his strategy, to have abandoned his position, to have changed his front; but nothing essential had been compromised as yet, and he had five hundred francs in his pocket. Moreover, he had something decisive to say, and, even against this very well-informed and well-armed Baron Pontmercy, he felt himself strong. For men of Th\u00e9nardier\u2019s nature, every dialogue is a combat. In the one in which he was about to engage, what was his situation? He did not know to whom he was speaking, but he did know of what he was speaking, he made this rapid review of his inner forces, and after having said: <|Q|>\u201cI am Th\u00e9nardier,\u201d<|Q|> he waited.\n\nMarius had become thoughtful. So he had hold of Th\u00e9nardier at last. That man whom he had so greatly desired to find was before him. He could honor Colonel Pontmercy\u2019s recommendation.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_21": "\u201cSomewhat.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat is the secret?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarius scrutinized the man more and more as he listened to him.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_52": "He commenced with this.\n\nTh\u00e9nardier had caused the <|Q|>\u201chonest rustler\u201d<|Q|> to disappear in his fob, and was gazing at Marius with a gentleness that was almost tender.\n\nMarius broke the silence.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_56": "And he emphasized this phrase by making his bunch of seals execute an expressive whirl.\n\n\u201cWhat!\u201d broke forth Marius, <|Q|>\u201cdo you dispute that? These are facts.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThey are chim\u00e6ras. The confidence with which Monsieur le Baron honors me renders it my duty to tell him so. Truth and justice before all things. I do not like to see folks accused unjustly. Monsieur le Baron, Jean Valjean did not rob M. Madeleine and Jean Valjean did not kill Javert.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_89": "\u201cI wouldn\u2019t give a ha\u2019penny for a general. And you come here to commit infamies! I tell you that you have committed all crimes. Go! disappear! Only be happy, that is all that I desire. Ah! monster! here are three thousand francs more. Take them. You will depart to-morrow, for America, with your daughter; for your wife is dead, you abominable liar. I shall watch over your departure, you ruffian, and at that moment I will count out to you twenty thousand francs. Go get yourself hung elsewhere!\u201d\n\n\u201cMonsieur le Baron!\u201d replied Th\u00e9nardier, bowing to the very earth, <|Q|>\u201ceternal gratitude.\u201d<|Q|> And Th\u00e9nardier left the room, understanding nothing, stupefied and delighted with this sweet crushing beneath sacks of gold, and with that thunder which had burst forth over his head in bank-bills.\n\nStruck by lightning he was, but he was also content; and he would have been greatly angered had he had a lightning rod to ward off such lightning as that.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_54": "\u201cTh\u00e9nardier, I have told you your name. Now, would you like to have me tell you your secret \u2014 the one that you came here to reveal to me? I have information of my own, also. You shall see that I know more about it than you do. Jean Valjean, as you have said, is an assassin and a thief. A thief, because he robbed a wealthy manufacturer, whose ruin he brought about. An assassin, because he assassinated police-agent Javert.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don\u2019t understand, sir,\u201d<|Q|> ejaculated Th\u00e9nardier.\n\n\u201cI will make myself intelligible. In a certain arrondissement of the Pas de Calais, there was, in 1822, a man who had fallen out with justice, and who, under the name of M. Madeleine, had regained his status and rehabilitated himself. This man had become a just man in the full force of the term. In a trade, the manufacture of black glass goods, he made the fortune of an entire city. As far as his personal fortune was concerned he made that also, but as a secondary matter, and in some sort, by accident. He was the foster-father of the poor. He founded hospitals, opened schools, visited the sick, dowered young girls, supported widows, and adopted orphans; he was like the guardian angel of the country. He refused the cross, he was appointed Mayor. A liberated convict knew the secret of a penalty incurred by this man in former days; he denounced him, and had him arrested, and profited by the arrest to come to Paris and cause the banker Laffitte, \u2014 I have the fact from the cashier himself, \u2014 by means of a false signature, to hand over to him the sum of over half a million which belonged to M. Madeleine. This convict who robbed M. Madeleine was Jean Valjean. As for the other fact, you have nothing to tell me about it either. Jean Valjean killed the agent Javert; he shot him with a pistol. I, the person who is speaking to you, was present.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_58": "\u201cThey are chim\u00e6ras. The confidence with which Monsieur le Baron honors me renders it my duty to tell him so. Truth and justice before all things. I do not like to see folks accused unjustly. Monsieur le Baron, Jean Valjean did not rob M. Madeleine and Jean Valjean did not kill Javert.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThis is too much! How is this?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cFor two reasons.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_59": "\u201cFor two reasons.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat are they? Speak.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThis is the first: he did not rob M. Madeleine, because it is Jean Valjean himself who was M. Madeleine.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_18": "\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\" Chris assured him.\n\nNed Cilley seemed satisfied. <|Q|>\"Well now,\"<|Q|> hunching closer with his chair, \"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"\n\n\"The spectacle?\" Chris questioned, his forehead wrinkled. \"What's that?\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_61": "\u201cThis is the first: he did not rob M. Madeleine, because it is Jean Valjean himself who was M. Madeleine.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat tale are you telling me?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd this is the second: he did not assassinate Javert, because the person who killed Javert was Javert.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_34": "The personage felt the necessity of lowering his price a trifle.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur le Baron, say ten thousand francs and I will speak.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI repeat to you that there is nothing which you can tell me. I know what you wish to say to me.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_63": "\u201cAnd this is the second: he did not assassinate Javert, because the person who killed Javert was Javert.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat do you mean to say?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat Javert committed suicide.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_36": "A fresh flash gleamed in the man\u2019s eye. He exclaimed:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut I must dine to-day, nevertheless. It is an extraordinary secret, I tell you. Monsieur le Baron, I will speak. I speak. Give me twenty francs.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarius gazed intently at him:", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_0": "\u201cYes\u201d \u2014 with all accommodation \u2014 \u201ceverything depends!\u201d On this, however, he faced to the window again and presently reached it with his vague, restless, cogitating step. He remained there awhile, with his forehead against the glass, in contemplation of the stupid shrubs I knew and the dull things of November. I had always my hypocrisy of \u201cwork,\u201d behind which, now, I gained the sofa. Steadying myself with it there as I had repeatedly done at those moments of torment that I have described as the moments of my knowing the children to be given to something from which I was barred, I sufficiently obeyed my habit of being prepared for the worst. But an extraordinary impression dropped on me as I extracted a meaning from the boy\u2019s embarrassed back \u2014 none other than the impression that I was not barred now. This inference grew in a few minutes to sharp intensity and seemed bound up with the direct perception that it was positively he who was. The frames and squares of the great window were a kind of image, for him, of a kind of failure. I felt that I saw him, at any rate, shut in or shut out. He was admirable, but not comfortable: I took it in with a throb of hope. Wasn\u2019t he looking, through the haunted pane, for something he couldn\u2019t see? \u2014 and wasn\u2019t it the first time in the whole business that he had known such a lapse? The first, the very first: I found it a splendid portent. It made him anxious, though he watched himself; he had been anxious all day and, even while in his usual sweet little manner he sat at table, had needed all his small strange genius to give it a gloss. When he at last turned round to meet me, it was almost as if this genius had succumbed. <|Q|>\u201cWell, I think I\u2019m glad Bly agrees with me!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou would certainly seem to have seen, these twenty-four hours, a good deal more of it than for some time before. I hope,\u201d I went on bravely, \u201cthat you\u2019ve been enjoying yourself.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_67": "Th\u00e9nardier drew from his pocket a large envelope of gray paper, which seemed to contain sheets folded in different sizes.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI have my papers,\u201d<|Q|> he said calmly.\n\nAnd he added:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_69": "As he spoke, Th\u00e9nardier extracted from the envelope two copies of newspapers, yellow, faded, and strongly saturated with tobacco. One of these two newspapers, broken at every fold and falling into rags, seemed much older than the other.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTwo facts, two proofs,\u201d<|Q|> remarked Th\u00e9nardier. And he offered the two newspapers, unfolded, to Marius.\n\nThe reader is acquainted with these two papers. One, the most ancient, a number of the Drapeau Blanc of the 25th of July, 1823, the text of which can be seen in the first volume, established the identity of M. Madeleine and Jean Valjean.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_6": "\u201cWell, do you like it?\u201d\n\nHe stood there smiling; then at last he put into two words \u2014 \u201cDo you?\u201d \u2014 more discrimination than I had ever heard two words contain. Before I had time to deal with that, however, he continued as if with the sense that this was an impertinence to be softened. \u201cNothing could be more charming than the way you take it, for of course if we\u2019re alone together now it\u2019s you that are alone most. But I hope,\u201d he threw in, <|Q|>\u201cyou don\u2019t particularly mind!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHaving to do with you?\u201d I asked. \u201cMy dear child, how can I help minding? Though I\u2019ve renounced all claim to your company \u2014 you\u2019re so beyond me \u2014 I at least greatly enjoy it. What else should I stay on for?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_42": "\u201cA pot-house! Never.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd I tell you that your name is Th\u00e9nardier.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI deny it.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_7": "He stood there smiling; then at last he put into two words \u2014 \u201cDo you?\u201d \u2014 more discrimination than I had ever heard two words contain. Before I had time to deal with that, however, he continued as if with the sense that this was an impertinence to be softened. \u201cNothing could be more charming than the way you take it, for of course if we\u2019re alone together now it\u2019s you that are alone most. But I hope,\u201d he threw in, \u201cyou don\u2019t particularly mind!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHaving to do with you?\u201d<|Q|> I asked. \u201cMy dear child, how can I help minding? Though I\u2019ve renounced all claim to your company \u2014 you\u2019re so beyond me \u2014 I at least greatly enjoy it. What else should I stay on for?\u201d\n\nHe looked at me more directly, and the expression of his face, graver now, struck me as the most beautiful I had ever found in it. \u201cYou stay on just for that?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_72": "\u201cWell, then this unhappy wretch is an admirable man! the whole of that fortune really belonged to him! he is Madeleine, the providence of a whole countryside! he is Jean Valjean, Javert\u2019s savior! he is a hero! he is a saint!\u201d\n\n\u201cHe\u2019s not a saint, and he\u2019s not a hero!\u201d said Th\u00e9nardier. <|Q|>\u201cHe\u2019s an assassin and a robber.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd he added, in the tone of a man who begins to feel that he possesses some authority:", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_31": "\"The poor gentleman says again,\" he took up, \"'Madam,' he says, 'I beg of you -- please to be so kind! Nothing of the spectacle can I see! Please and be so good as to remove your hat!'\n\n\"And would you believe it, my lad -- no.\" Ned Cilley shook his head from side to side, <|Q|>\"No, no, you would not.\"<|Q|> He leaned back, waving his hand as if to wipe away any lingering doubt in Chris's mind. \"Mistress Rebecca Boozer was that proud -- that proud\" -- he dropped his voice -- \"that not for the world would she remove her bonnet. Dear me no! She tossed her head again, feeling all them plumes a-tossin' too, and sat up straighter than before. An' she a tall woman.\"\n\nMaster Cilley took a red bandanna handkerchief from his coattail pocket and mopped his face, so excited and heated had he become at his own telling of the tale. Then once more he leaned forward confidentially.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_74": "\u201cAgain!\u201d said he.\n\n\u201cAlways,\u201d ejaculated Th\u00e9nardier. <|Q|>\u201cJean Valjean did not rob Madeleine, but he is a thief. He did not kill Javert, but he is a murderer.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWill you speak,\u201d retorted Marius, \u201cof that miserable theft, committed forty years ago, and expiated, as your own newspapers prove, by a whole life of repentance, of self-abnegation and of virtue?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_46": "And the man, overcome, bowed, seized the note and examined it.\n\n\u201cFive hundred francs!\u201d he began again, taken aback. And he stammered in a low voice: <|Q|>\u201cAn honest rustler.\u201d69\n<|Q|>\nThen brusquely:\n\n\u201cWell, so be it!\u201d he exclaimed. \u201cLet us put ourselves at our ease.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_77": "\u201cI say assassination and theft, Monsieur le Baron, and I repeat that I am speaking of actual facts. What I have to reveal to you is absolutely unknown. It belongs to unpublished matter. And perhaps you will find in it the source of the fortune so skilfully presented to Madame la Baronne by Jean Valjean. I say skilfully, because, by a gift of that nature it would not be so very unskilful to slip into an honorable house whose comforts one would then share, and, at the same stroke, to conceal one\u2019s crime, and to enjoy one\u2019s theft, to bury one\u2019s name and to create for oneself a family.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI might interrupt you at this point,\u201d<|Q|> said Marius, \u201cbut go on.\u201d\n\n\u201cMonsieur le Baron, I will tell you all, leaving the recompense to your generosity. This secret is worth massive gold. You will say to me: \u2018Why do not you apply to Jean Valjean?\u2019 For a very simple reason; I know that he has stripped himself, and stripped himself in your favor, and I consider the combination ingenious; but he has no longer a son, he would show me his empty hands, and, since I am in need of some money for my trip to la Joya, I prefer you, you who have it all, to him who has nothing. I am a little fatigued, permit me to take a chair.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_45": "And the man, overcome, bowed, seized the note and examined it.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cFive hundred francs!\u201d<|Q|> he began again, taken aback. And he stammered in a low voice: \u201cAn honest rustler.\u201d69\n\nThen brusquely:", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_19": "The stranger inserted his two hands in both his fobs, drew himself up without straightening his dorsal column, but scrutinizing Marius in his turn, with the green gaze of his spectacles.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cSo be it, Monsieur le Baron. I will be precise. I have a secret to sell to you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cA secret?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_83": "Th\u00e9nardier was petrified.\n\nThis is what he thought: <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019m struck all of a heap.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMarius rose to his feet trembling, despairing, radiant.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_16": "\u201cOh, yes,\u201d he said with the brightest superficial eagerness, \u201cyou wanted me to tell you something.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat\u2019s it. Out, straight out. What you have on your mind, you know.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAh, then, is that what you\u2019ve stayed over for?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_82": "\u201cMonsieur le Baron, I have the strongest of reasons for believing that the assassinated young man was an opulent stranger lured into a trap by Jean Valjean, and the bearer of an enormous sum of money.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe young man was myself, and here is the coat!\u201d<|Q|> cried Marius, and he flung upon the floor an old black coat all covered with blood.\n\nThen, snatching the fragment from the hands of Th\u00e9nardier, he crouched down over the coat, and laid the torn morsel against the tattered skirt. The rent fitted exactly, and the strip completed the coat.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_18": "\u201cAh, then, is that what you\u2019ve stayed over for?\u201d\n\nHe spoke with a gaiety through which I could still catch the finest little quiver of resentful passion; but I can\u2019t begin to express the effect upon me of an implication of surrender even so faint. It was as if what I had yearned for had come at last only to astonish me. <|Q|>\u201cWell, yes \u2014 I may as well make a clean breast of it, it was precisely for that.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe waited so long that I supposed it for the purpose of repudiating the assumption on which my action had been founded; but what he finally said was: \u201cDo you mean now \u2014 here?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_19": "He spoke with a gaiety through which I could still catch the finest little quiver of resentful passion; but I can\u2019t begin to express the effect upon me of an implication of surrender even so faint. It was as if what I had yearned for had come at last only to astonish me. \u201cWell, yes \u2014 I may as well make a clean breast of it, it was precisely for that.\u201d\n\nHe waited so long that I supposed it for the purpose of repudiating the assumption on which my action had been founded; but what he finally said was: <|Q|>\u201cDo you mean now \u2014 here?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThere couldn\u2019t be a better place or time.\u201d He looked round him uneasily, and I had the rare \u2014 oh, the queer! \u2014 impression of the very first symptom I had seen in him of the approach of immediate fear. It was as if he were suddenly afraid of me \u2014 which struck me indeed as perhaps the best thing to make him. Yet in the very pang of the effort I felt it vain to try sternness, and I heard myself the next instant so gentle as to be almost grotesque.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_88": "\u201cI wouldn\u2019t give a ha\u2019penny for a general. And you come here to commit infamies! I tell you that you have committed all crimes. Go! disappear! Only be happy, that is all that I desire. Ah! monster! here are three thousand francs more. Take them. You will depart to-morrow, for America, with your daughter; for your wife is dead, you abominable liar. I shall watch over your departure, you ruffian, and at that moment I will count out to you twenty thousand francs. Go get yourself hung elsewhere!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur le Baron!\u201d<|Q|> replied Th\u00e9nardier, bowing to the very earth, \u201ceternal gratitude.\u201d And Th\u00e9nardier left the room, understanding nothing, stupefied and delighted with this sweet crushing beneath sacks of gold, and with that thunder which had burst forth over his head in bank-bills.\n\nStruck by lightning he was, but he was also content; and he would have been greatly angered had he had a lightning rod to ward off such lightning as that.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_55": "Th\u00e9nardier contented himself with saying to Marius:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur le Baron, we are on the wrong track.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd he emphasized this phrase by making his bunch of seals execute an expressive whirl.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_23": "\u201cAwfully!\u201d He smiled at me heroically, and the touching little bravery of it was enhanced by his actually flushing with pain. He had picked up his hat, which he had brought in, and stood twirling it in a way that gave me, even as I was just nearly reaching port, a perverse horror of what I was doing. To do it in any way was an act of violence, for what did it consist of but the obtrusion of the idea of grossness and guilt on a small helpless creature who had been for me a revelation of the possibilities of beautiful intercourse? Wasn\u2019t it base to create for a being so exquisite a mere alien awkwardness? I suppose I now read into our situation a clearness it couldn\u2019t have had at the time, for I seem to see our poor eyes already lighted with some spark of a prevision of the anguish that was to come. So we circled about, with terrors and scruples, like fighters not daring to close. But it was for each other we feared! That kept us a little longer suspended and unbruised. \u201cI\u2019ll tell you everything,\u201d Miles said \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cI mean I\u2019ll tell you anything you like. You\u2019ll stay on with me, and we shall both be all right, and I will tell you \u2014 I will. But not now.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy not now?\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_90": "As soon as Th\u00e9nardier had left the house, Marius rushed to the garden, where Cosette was still walking.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCosette! Cosette!\u201d<|Q|> he cried. \u201cCome! come quick! Let us go. Basque, a carriage! Cosette, come. Ah! My God! It was he who saved my life! Let us not lose a minute! Put on your shawl.\u201d\n\nCosette thought him mad and obeyed.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_91": "As soon as Th\u00e9nardier had left the house, Marius rushed to the garden, where Cosette was still walking.\n\n\u201cCosette! Cosette!\u201d he cried. <|Q|>\u201cCome! come quick! Let us go. Basque, a carriage! Cosette, come. Ah! My God! It was he who saved my life! Let us not lose a minute! Put on your shawl.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nCosette thought him mad and obeyed.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_93": "Marius helped Cosette in and darted in himself.\n\n\u201cDriver,\u201d said he, <|Q|>\u201cRue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9, Number 7.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe carriage drove off.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_95": "The carriage drove off.\n\n\u201cAh! what happiness!\u201d ejaculated Cosette. <|Q|>\u201cRue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9, I did not dare to speak to you of that. We are going to see M. Jean.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThy father! Cosette, thy father more than ever. Cosette, I guess it. You told me that you had never received the letter that I sent you by Gavroche. It must have fallen into his hands. Cosette, he went to the barricade to save me. As it is a necessity with him to be an angel, he saved others also; he saved Javert. He rescued me from that gulf to give me to you. He carried me on his back through that frightful sewer. Ah! I am a monster of ingratitude. Cosette, after having been your providence, he became mine. Just imagine, there was a terrible quagmire enough to drown one a hundred times over, to drown one in mire. Cosette! he made me traverse it. I was unconscious; I saw nothing, I heard nothing, I could know nothing of my own adventure. We are going to bring him back, to take him with us, whether he is willing or not, he shall never leave us again. If only he is at home! Provided only that we can find him, I will pass the rest of my life in venerating him. Yes, that is how it should be, do you see, Cosette? Gavroche must have delivered my letter to him. All is explained. You understand.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_94": "The carriage drove off.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh! what happiness!\u201d<|Q|> ejaculated Cosette. \u201cRue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9, I did not dare to speak to you of that. We are going to see M. Jean.\u201d\n\n\u201cThy father! Cosette, thy father more than ever. Cosette, I guess it. You told me that you had never received the letter that I sent you by Gavroche. It must have fallen into his hands. Cosette, he went to the barricade to save me. As it is a necessity with him to be an angel, he saved others also; he saved Javert. He rescued me from that gulf to give me to you. He carried me on his back through that frightful sewer. Ah! I am a monster of ingratitude. Cosette, after having been your providence, he became mine. Just imagine, there was a terrible quagmire enough to drown one a hundred times over, to drown one in mire. Cosette! he made me traverse it. I was unconscious; I saw nothing, I heard nothing, I could know nothing of my own adventure. We are going to bring him back, to take him with us, whether he is willing or not, he shall never leave us again. If only he is at home! Provided only that we can find him, I will pass the rest of my life in venerating him. Yes, that is how it should be, do you see, Cosette? Gavroche must have delivered my letter to him. All is explained. You understand.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_27": "I had not yet reduced him to quite so vulgar a lie, and I felt proportionately ashamed. But, horrible as it was, his lies made up my truth. I achieved thoughtfully a few loops of my knitting. \u201cWell, then, go to Luke, and I\u2019ll wait for what you promise. Only, in return for that, satisfy, before you leave me, one very much smaller request.\u201d\n\nHe looked as if he felt he had succeeded enough to be able still a little to bargain. <|Q|>\u201cVery much smaller \u2014 ?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, a mere fraction of the whole. Tell me\u201d \u2014 oh, my work preoccupied me, and I was offhand! \u2014 \u201cif, yesterday afternoon, from the table in the hall, you took, you know, my letter.\u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_0": "There was a cry and a quick rustling toward the door.\n\n<|Q|>\"Don't -- don't cry out; I did not come to frighten you.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Who are you?\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_1": "\"Who are you?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I am from the cutter lying off the coast. You saw me and spoke to me to-day when the dog came at me.\"<|Q|>\n\nThere was a low wailing sound which troubled the midshipman, and he said quickly, -- ", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_3": "\u201cYou would certainly seem to have seen, these twenty-four hours, a good deal more of it than for some time before. I hope,\u201d I went on bravely, \u201cthat you\u2019ve been enjoying yourself.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, yes, I\u2019ve been ever so far; all round about \u2014 miles and miles away. I\u2019ve never been so free.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe had really a manner of his own, and I could only try to keep up with him. \u201cWell, do you like it?\u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_2": "There was a low wailing sound which troubled the midshipman, and he said quickly, -- \n\n<|Q|>\"Can you not believe me? I did not come to frighten you; you frightened me.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Then, why are you here? How dare you break into our house. Oh, I know! I know!\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_4": "\"Then, why are you here? How dare you break into our house. Oh, I know! I know!\"\n\n\"Don't cry,\" he said. <|Q|>\"I was obliged to come. It was by accident I came into this room. I was trying to find out about the smugglers.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"And -- and -- you have not found out anything?\" came in quick, frightened tones.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_3": "\"Can you not believe me? I did not come to frighten you; you frightened me.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Then, why are you here? How dare you break into our house. Oh, I know! I know!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Don't cry,\" he said. \"I was obliged to come. It was by accident I came into this room. I was trying to find out about the smugglers.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_71": "\u201cWell, then this unhappy wretch is an admirable man! the whole of that fortune really belonged to him! he is Madeleine, the providence of a whole countryside! he is Jean Valjean, Javert\u2019s savior! he is a hero! he is a saint!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHe\u2019s not a saint, and he\u2019s not a hero!\u201d<|Q|> said Th\u00e9nardier. \u201cHe\u2019s an assassin and a robber.\u201d\n\nAnd he added, in the tone of a man who begins to feel that he possesses some authority:", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_9": "\u201cHaving to do with you?\u201d I asked. \u201cMy dear child, how can I help minding? Though I\u2019ve renounced all claim to your company \u2014 you\u2019re so beyond me \u2014 I at least greatly enjoy it. What else should I stay on for?\u201d\n\nHe looked at me more directly, and the expression of his face, graver now, struck me as the most beautiful I had ever found in it. <|Q|>\u201cYou stay on just for that?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCertainly. I stay on as your friend and from the tremendous interest I take in you till something can be done for you that may be more worth your while. That needn\u2019t surprise you.\u201d My voice trembled so that I felt it impossible to suppress the shake. \u201cDon\u2019t you remember how I told you, when I came and sat on your bed the night of the storm, that there was nothing in the world I wouldn\u2019t do for you?\u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_6": "\"Why don't you speak, sir?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"What am I to say? I am on duty. Yes, I have found out all I wanted to know.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Ah!\" came again out of the darkness, in a low wailing tone.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_8": "He stood there smiling; then at last he put into two words \u2014 \u201cDo you?\u201d \u2014 more discrimination than I had ever heard two words contain. Before I had time to deal with that, however, he continued as if with the sense that this was an impertinence to be softened. \u201cNothing could be more charming than the way you take it, for of course if we\u2019re alone together now it\u2019s you that are alone most. But I hope,\u201d he threw in, \u201cyou don\u2019t particularly mind!\u201d\n\n\u201cHaving to do with you?\u201d I asked. <|Q|>\u201cMy dear child, how can I help minding? Though I\u2019ve renounced all claim to your company \u2014 you\u2019re so beyond me \u2014 I at least greatly enjoy it. What else should I stay on for?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe looked at me more directly, and the expression of his face, graver now, struck me as the most beautiful I had ever found in it. \u201cYou stay on just for that?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_11": "He looked at me more directly, and the expression of his face, graver now, struck me as the most beautiful I had ever found in it. \u201cYou stay on just for that?\u201d\n\n\u201cCertainly. I stay on as your friend and from the tremendous interest I take in you till something can be done for you that may be more worth your while. That needn\u2019t surprise you.\u201d My voice trembled so that I felt it impossible to suppress the shake. <|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t you remember how I told you, when I came and sat on your bed the night of the storm, that there was nothing in the world I wouldn\u2019t do for you?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, yes!\u201d He, on his side, more and more visibly nervous, had a tone to master; but he was so much more successful than I that, laughing out through his gravity, he could pretend we were pleasantly jesting. \u201cOnly that, I think, was to get me to do something for you!\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_12": "\u201d My voice trembled so that I felt it impossible to suppress the shake. \u201cDon\u2019t you remember how I told you, when I came and sat on your bed the night of the storm, that there was nothing in the world I wouldn\u2019t do for you?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, yes!\u201d He, on his side, more and more visibly nervous, had a tone to master; but he was so much more successful than I that, laughing out through his gravity, he could pretend we were pleasantly jesting. <|Q|>\u201cOnly that, I think, was to get me to do something for you!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt was partly to get you to do something,\u201d I conceded. \u201cBut, you know, you didn\u2019t do it.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_13": "\u201cYes, yes!\u201d He, on his side, more and more visibly nervous, had a tone to master; but he was so much more successful than I that, laughing out through his gravity, he could pretend we were pleasantly jesting. \u201cOnly that, I think, was to get me to do something for you!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt was partly to get you to do something,\u201d<|Q|> I conceded. \u201cBut, you know, you didn\u2019t do it.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, yes,\u201d he said with the brightest superficial eagerness, \u201cyou wanted me to tell you something.\u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_12": "\"Yes,\" said Archy, slowly as he strained his eyes to try and make out the speaker.\n\n<|Q|>\"That my father, Sir Risdon Graeme, has smuggled goods here?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"What else can I do?\" replied Archy sadly.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_13": "There was a sound of breath being drawn sharply through the teeth, and then the voice seemed changed as the next words came, -- \n\n<|Q|>\"Do you know what this means?\"<|Q|>\n\nArchy was silent.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_15": "\"Yes, I hear you,\" he replied; \"but it is my duty, and -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"Yes -- yes -- speak!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I must.\"", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_81": "But Th\u00e9nardier continued:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMonsieur le Baron, I have the strongest of reasons for believing that the assassinated young man was an opulent stranger lured into a trap by Jean Valjean, and the bearer of an enormous sum of money.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThe young man was myself, and here is the coat!\u201d cried Marius, and he flung upon the floor an old black coat all covered with blood.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_85": "And he flung a thousand franc note at Th\u00e9nardier.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh! Jondrette Th\u00e9nardier, vile rascal! Let this serve you as a lesson, you dealer in second-hand secrets, merchant of mysteries, rummager of the shadows, wretch! Take these five hundred francs and get out of here! Waterloo protects you.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWaterloo!\u201d growled Th\u00e9nardier, pocketing the five hundred francs along with the thousand.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_86": "\u201cWaterloo!\u201d growled Th\u00e9nardier, pocketing the five hundred francs along with the thousand.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, assassin! You there saved the life of a Colonel. . .\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOf a General,\u201d said Th\u00e9nardier, elevating his head.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_20": "He waited so long that I supposed it for the purpose of repudiating the assumption on which my action had been founded; but what he finally said was: \u201cDo you mean now \u2014 here?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere couldn\u2019t be a better place or time.\u201d<|Q|> He looked round him uneasily, and I had the rare \u2014 oh, the queer! \u2014 impression of the very first symptom I had seen in him of the approach of immediate fear. It was as if he were suddenly afraid of me \u2014 which struck me indeed as perhaps the best thing to make him. Yet in the very pang of the effort I felt it vain to try sternness, and I heard myself the next instant so gentle as to be almost grotesque. \u201cYou want so to go out again?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_22": "\u201cAwfully!\u201d He smiled at me heroically, and the touching little bravery of it was enhanced by his actually flushing with pain. He had picked up his hat, which he had brought in, and stood twirling it in a way that gave me, even as I was just nearly reaching port, a perverse horror of what I was doing. To do it in any way was an act of violence, for what did it consist of but the obtrusion of the idea of grossness and guilt on a small helpless creature who had been for me a revelation of the possibilities of beautiful intercourse? Wasn\u2019t it base to create for a being so exquisite a mere alien awkwardness? I suppose I now read into our situation a clearness it couldn\u2019t have had at the time, for I seem to see our poor eyes already lighted with some spark of a prevision of the anguish that was to come. So we circled about, with terrors and scruples, like fighters not daring to close. But it was for each other we feared! That kept us a little longer suspended and unbruised. <|Q|>\u201cI\u2019ll tell you everything,\u201d<|Q|> Miles said \u2014 \u201cI mean I\u2019ll tell you anything you like. You\u2019ll stay on with me, and we shall both be all right, and I will tell you \u2014 I will. But not now.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy not now?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_1": "The duke says yes. Then there was a fine time. Everybody sings out, \u201cSold!\u201d and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHold on! Just a word, gentlemen.\u201d<|Q|> They stopped to listen. \u201cWe are sold \u2014 mighty badly sold. But we don\u2019t want to be the laughing stock of this whole town, I reckon, and never hear the last of this thing as long as we live. No. What we want is to go out of here quiet, and talk this show up, and sell the rest of the town! Then we\u2019ll all be in the same boat. Ain\u2019t that sensible?\u201d (\u201cYou bet it is! \u2014 the jedge is right", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_3": "The duke says yes. Then there was a fine time. Everybody sings out, \u201cSold!\u201d and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:\n\n\u201cHold on! Just a word, gentlemen.\u201d They stopped to listen. \u201cWe are sold \u2014 mighty badly sold. But we don\u2019t want to be the laughing stock of this whole town, I reckon, and never hear the last of this thing as long as we live. No. What we want is to go out of here quiet, and talk this show up, and sell the rest of the town! Then we\u2019ll all be in the same boat. Ain\u2019t that sensible?\u201d (<|Q|>\u201cYou bet it is! \u2014 the jedge is right!\u201d<|Q|> everybody sings out.) \u201cAll right, then \u2014 not a word about any sell. Go along home, and advise everybody to come and see the tragedy.\u201d\n\nNext day you couldn\u2019t hear nothing around that town but how splendid that show was. House was jammed again that night, and we sold this crowd the same way. When me and the king and the duke got home to the raft we all had a supper; and by-and-by, about midnight, they made Jim and me back her out and float her down the middle of the river, and fetch her in and hide her about two mile below town.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_6": "I done it, and he done the same. We struck the raft at the same time, and in less than two seconds we was gliding down stream, all dark and still, and edging towards the middle of the river, nobody saying a word. I reckoned the poor king was in for a gaudy time of it with the audience, but nothing of the sort; pretty soon he crawls out from under the wigwam, and says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, how\u2019d the old thing pan out this time, duke?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe hadn\u2019t been up town at all.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_24": "\u201cAwfully!\u201d He smiled at me heroically, and the touching little bravery of it was enhanced by his actually flushing with pain. He had picked up his hat, which he had brought in, and stood twirling it in a way that gave me, even as I was just nearly reaching port, a perverse horror of what I was doing. To do it in any way was an act of violence, for what did it consist of but the obtrusion of the idea of grossness and guilt on a small helpless creature who had been for me a revelation of the possibilities of beautiful intercourse? Wasn\u2019t it base to create for a being so exquisite a mere alien awkwardness? I suppose I now read into our situation a clearness it couldn\u2019t have had at the time, for I seem to see our poor eyes already lighted with some spark of a prevision of the anguish that was to come. So we circled about, with terrors and scruples, like fighters not daring to close. But it was for each other we feared! That kept us a little longer suspended and unbruised. \u201cI\u2019ll tell you everything,\u201d Miles said \u2014 \u201cI mean I\u2019ll tell you anything you like. You\u2019ll stay on with me, and we shall both be all right, and I will tell you \u2014 I will. But not now.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy not now?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMy insistence turned him from me and kept him once more at his window in a silence during which, between us, you might have heard a pin drop. Then he was before me again with the air of a person for whom, outside, someone who had frankly to be reckoned with was waiting. \u201cI have to see Luke.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_25": "\u201cWhy not now?\u201d\n\nMy insistence turned him from me and kept him once more at his window in a silence during which, between us, you might have heard a pin drop. Then he was before me again with the air of a person for whom, outside, someone who had frankly to be reckoned with was waiting. <|Q|>\u201cI have to see Luke.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI had not yet reduced him to quite so vulgar a lie, and I felt proportionately ashamed. But, horrible as it was, his lies made up my truth. I achieved thoughtfully a few loops of my knitting. \u201cWell, then, go to Luke, and I\u2019ll wait for what you promise. Only, in return for that, satisfy, before you leave me, one very much smaller request.\u201d", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_65": "\u201cThat Javert committed suicide.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cProve it! prove it!\u201d<|Q|> cried Marius beside himself.\n\nTh\u00e9nardier resumed, scanning his phrase after the manner of the ancient Alexandrine measure:", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_28": "He looked as if he felt he had succeeded enough to be able still a little to bargain. \u201cVery much smaller \u2014 ?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, a mere fraction of the whole. Tell me\u201d<|Q|> \u2014 oh, my work preoccupied me, and I was offhand! \u2014 \u201cif, yesterday afternoon, from the table in the hall, you took, you know, my letter.\u201d\n\nXXIV", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_1": "\u201cYes\u201d \u2014 with all accommodation \u2014 \u201ceverything depends!\u201d On this, however, he faced to the window again and presently reached it with his vague, restless, cogitating step. He remained there awhile, with his forehead against the glass, in contemplation of the stupid shrubs I knew and the dull things of November. I had always my hypocrisy of \u201cwork,\u201d behind which, now, I gained the sofa. Steadying myself with it there as I had repeatedly done at those moments of torment that I have described as the moments of my knowing the children to be given to something from which I was barred, I sufficiently obeyed my habit of being prepared for the worst. But an extraordinary impression dropped on me as I extracted a meaning from the boy\u2019s embarrassed back \u2014 none other than the impression that I was not barred now. This inference grew in a few minutes to sharp intensity and seemed bound up with the direct perception that it was positively he who was. The frames and squares of the great window were a kind of image, for him, of a kind of failure. I felt that I saw him, at any rate, shut in or shut out. He was admirable, but not comfortable: I took it in with a throb of hope. Wasn\u2019t he looking, through the haunted pane, for something he couldn\u2019t see? \u2014 and wasn\u2019t it the first time in the whole business that he had known such a lapse? The first, the very first: I found it a splendid portent. It made him anxious, though he watched himself; he had been anxious all day and, even while in his usual sweet little manner he sat at table, had needed all his small strange genius to give it a gloss. When he at last turned round to meet me, it was almost as if this genius had succumbed. \u201cWell, I think I\u2019m glad Bly agrees with me!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou would certainly seem to have seen, these twenty-four hours, a good deal more of it than for some time before. I hope,\u201d<|Q|> I went on bravely, \u201cthat you\u2019ve been enjoying yourself.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, yes, I\u2019ve been ever so far; all round about \u2014 miles and miles away. I\u2019ve never been so free.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_2": "\u201cYes\u201d \u2014 with all accommodation \u2014 \u201ceverything depends!\u201d On this, however, he faced to the window again and presently reached it with his vague, restless, cogitating step. He remained there awhile, with his forehead against the glass, in contemplation of the stupid shrubs I knew and the dull things of November. I had always my hypocrisy of \u201cwork,\u201d behind which, now, I gained the sofa. Steadying myself with it there as I had repeatedly done at those moments of torment that I have described as the moments of my knowing the children to be given to something from which I was barred, I sufficiently obeyed my habit of being prepared for the worst. But an extraordinary impression dropped on me as I extracted a meaning from the boy\u2019s embarrassed back \u2014 none other than the impression that I was not barred now. This inference grew in a few minutes to sharp intensity and seemed bound up with the direct perception that it was positively he who was. The frames and squares of the great window were a kind of image, for him, of a kind of failure. I felt that I saw him, at any rate, shut in or shut out. He was admirable, but not comfortable: I took it in with a throb of hope. Wasn\u2019t he looking, through the haunted pane, for something he couldn\u2019t see? \u2014 and wasn\u2019t it the first time in the whole business that he had known such a lapse? The first, the very first: I found it a splendid portent. It made him anxious, though he watched himself; he had been anxious all day and, even while in his usual sweet little manner he sat at table, had needed all his small strange genius to give it a gloss. When he at last turned round to meet me, it was almost as if this genius had succumbed. \u201cWell, I think I\u2019m glad Bly agrees with me!\u201d\n\n\u201cYou would certainly seem to have seen, these twenty-four hours, a good deal more of it than for some time before. I hope,\u201d I went on bravely, <|Q|>\u201cthat you\u2019ve been enjoying yourself.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, yes, I\u2019ve been ever so far; all round about \u2014 miles and miles away. I\u2019ve never been so free.\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_5": "He had really a manner of his own, and I could only try to keep up with him. \u201cWell, do you like it?\u201d\n\nHe stood there smiling; then at last he put into two words \u2014 \u201cDo you?\u201d \u2014 more discrimination than I had ever heard two words contain. Before I had time to deal with that, however, he continued as if with the sense that this was an impertinence to be softened. <|Q|>\u201cNothing could be more charming than the way you take it, for of course if we\u2019re alone together now it\u2019s you that are alone most. But I hope,\u201d<|Q|> he threw in, \u201cyou don\u2019t particularly mind!\u201d\n\n\u201cHaving to do with you?\u201d I asked. \u201cMy dear child, how can I help minding? Though I\u2019ve renounced all claim to your company \u2014 you\u2019re so beyond me \u2014 I at least greatly enjoy it. What else should I stay on for?\u201d", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_4": "\u201cOh, yes, I\u2019ve been ever so far; all round about \u2014 miles and miles away. I\u2019ve never been so free.\u201d\n\nHe had really a manner of his own, and I could only try to keep up with him. <|Q|>\u201cWell, do you like it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe stood there smiling; then at last he put into two words \u2014 \u201cDo you?\u201d \u2014 more discrimination than I had ever heard two words contain. Before I had time to deal with that, however, he continued as if with the sense that this was an impertinence to be softened. \u201cNothing could be more charming than the way you take it, for of course if we\u2019re alone together now it\u2019s you that are alone most. But I hope,\u201d he threw in, \u201cyou don\u2019t particularly mind!\u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_5": "\"Don't cry,\" he said. \"I was obliged to come. It was by accident I came into this room. I was trying to find out about the smugglers.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"And -- and -- you have not found out anything?\"<|Q|> came in quick, frightened tones.\n\nArchy was silent.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_37": "Marius gazed intently at him:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI know your extraordinary secret, just as I knew Jean Valjean\u2019s name, just as I know your name.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMy name?\u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_7": "\"Ah!\" came again out of the darkness, in a low wailing tone.\n\n<|Q|>\"I wish you would believe me, that I am in as great trouble about it as you are.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"But your men. They are close here, then, and they frightened these people away.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_8": "\"I wish you would believe me, that I am in as great trouble about it as you are.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"But your men. They are close here, then, and they frightened these people away.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I suppose so. I don't know,\" said Archy.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_10": "He looked at me more directly, and the expression of his face, graver now, struck me as the most beautiful I had ever found in it. \u201cYou stay on just for that?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCertainly. I stay on as your friend and from the tremendous interest I take in you till something can be done for you that may be more worth your while. That needn\u2019t surprise you.\u201d<|Q|> My voice trembled so that I felt it impossible to suppress the shake. \u201cDon\u2019t you remember how I told you, when I came and sat on your bed the night of the storm, that there was nothing in the world I wouldn\u2019t do for you?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, yes!\u201d He, on his side, more and more visibly nervous, had a tone to master; but he was so much more successful than I that, laughing out through his gravity, he could pretend we were pleasantly jesting.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_9": "\"But your men. They are close here, then, and they frightened these people away.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I suppose so. I don't know,\"<|Q|> said Archy.\n\n\"Don't they know that you are here?\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_0": "It was bitter. I had always tried to preserve as many of the moral principles which had been instilled into me as can be conveniently retained in this grasping world, and it had been my pride that, roughly speaking, I had never been guilty of an unmistakable falsehood.\n\nBut henceforth, if I meant to win Lilian, that boast must be relinquished for ever! I should have to lie now with all my might, without limit or scruple, to dissemble incessantly, and 'wear a mask,' as the poet Bunn beautifully expressed it long ago, <|Q|>'over my hollow heart.'<|Q|> I felt all this keenly -- I did not think it was right -- but what was I to do?\n\nAfter thinking all this out very carefully, I decided that my only course was to bury the poor animal where he fell and say nothing about it. With some vague idea of precaution I first took off the silver collar he wore, and then hastily interred him with a garden-trowel and succeeded in removing all traces of the disaster.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_10": "\"I suppose so. I don't know,\" said Archy.\n\n<|Q|>\"Don't they know that you are here?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"No.\"", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_14": "Suddenly the sobbing ceased, and the girl said slowly, -- \n\n<|Q|>\"You shall not tell. It is not my father's doing. He could not help it. He hates the smugglers. You shall not tell. Pray, pray, say you will not!\"<|Q|>\n\nArchy was silent.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_14": "\u201cYes, yes!\u201d He, on his side, more and more visibly nervous, had a tone to master; but he was so much more successful than I that, laughing out through his gravity, he could pretend we were pleasantly jesting. \u201cOnly that, I think, was to get me to do something for you!\u201d\n\n\u201cIt was partly to get you to do something,\u201d I conceded. <|Q|>\u201cBut, you know, you didn\u2019t do it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, yes,\u201d he said with the brightest superficial eagerness, \u201cyou wanted me to tell you something.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_4": "'I don't see the dog,' I began. 'I suppose you -- you found him all right the other evening, Colonel?' I wondered as I spoke whether they would not notice the break in my voice, but they did not.\n\n'Why, the fact is,' said the Colonel, heavily, gnawing his grey moustache, <|Q|>'we've not heard anything of him since: he's -- he's run off!'<|Q|>\n\n'Gone, Mr. Weatherhead; gone without a word!' said Mrs. Currie, plaintively, as if she thought the dog might at least have left an address.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_17": "\u201cThat\u2019s it. Out, straight out. What you have on your mind, you know.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh, then, is that what you\u2019ve stayed over for?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe spoke with a gaiety through which I could still catch the finest little quiver of resentful passion; but I can\u2019t begin to express the effect upon me of an implication of surrender even so faint. It was as if what I had yearned for had come at last only to astonish me. \u201cWell, yes \u2014 I may as well make a clean breast of it, it was precisely for that.\u201d", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_16": "Then, as Archy stood in the dark, literally aghast with astonishment, he heard the faint rustling once more, and again all was silent.\n\n\"Well!\" he exclaimed; <|Q|>\"and I felt sorry for her as one might for one's sister at home, and hung back from getting her people into trouble. Of all the fierce little tartars! Oh, it's beyond anything! Why, she has locked me up!\"<|Q|>\n\nHe laughed, but it was a curious kind of laugh, full of vexation, injured amour propre, as the French call our love of our own dignity, of which Archibald Raystoke, in the full flush of his young belief in his importance as a British officer, had a pretty good stock.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_8": "'I wouldn't have believed it of him,' said the Colonel; 'it has completely knocked me over. Haven't been so cut up for years -- the ungrateful rascal!'\n\n'Oh, Uncle!' pleaded Lilian, <|Q|>'don't talk like that; perhaps Bingo couldn't help it -- perhaps some one has s-s-shot him!'<|Q|>\n\n'Shot!' cried the Colonel, angrily. 'By heaven! if I thought there was a villain on earth capable of shooting that poor inoffensive dog, I'd -- -- Why should they shoot him, Lilian? Tell me that! I -- I hope you won't let me hear you talk like that again. You don't think he's shot, eh, Weatherhead?'", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_20": "For it suddenly occurred to him that he was not only a prisoner, but a prisoner in the power of a very reckless set of people, who would stop at nothing. They had a valuable cargo hidden in the cellar beneath where he stood, and themselves to save, and naturally they would not hesitate to deal hardly with him, when quite a young, apparently gentle girl treated him as she had done.\n\n\"No,\" he thought to himself, <|Q|>\"I don't believe they would kill me, but they would knock me about.\"<|Q|>\n\nOn the whole, he decided that it would not be pleasant to be knocked about. The kick he had received was a foretaste of what he might expect, and after a little consideration he came to the conclusion that his duty was to escape, and get back to the cutter as quickly as he could.", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_17": "He laughed, but it was a curious kind of laugh, full of vexation, injured amour propre, as the French call our love of our own dignity, of which Archibald Raystoke, in the full flush of his young belief in his importance as a British officer, had a pretty good stock.\n\n\"I never did!\" he exclaimed, after standing listening for a few minutes to see if the girl would repent and return. <|Q|>\"It all comes of dressing up in this stupid way, like a rough fisher-lad. If I had been in uniform, she would not have dared.\"<|Q|>\n\nCold water came on this idea directly, as he recalled the fact that the darkness was intense, and Celia could not have seen him.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_11": "I said -- Heaven forgive me! -- that I thought it highly improbable.\n\n'He's not dead!' cried Mrs. Currie. <|Q|>'If he were dead I should know it somehow -- I'<|Q|>m sure I should! But I'm certain he's alive. Only last night I had such a beautiful dream about him. I thought he came back to us, Mr. Weatherhead, driving up in a hansom cab, and he was just the same as ever -- only he wore blue spectacles, and the shaved part of him was painted a bright red. And I woke up with the joy -- so, you know, it's sure to come true!'\n\nIt will be easily understood what torture conversations like these were to me, and how I hated myself as I sympathised and spoke encouraging words concerning the dog's recovery, when I knew all the time he was lying hid under my garden mould. But I took it as a part of my punishment, and bore it all uncomplainingly; practice even made me an adept in the art of consolation -- I believe I really was a great comfort to them.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_21": "\u201cThere couldn\u2019t be a better place or time.\u201d He looked round him uneasily, and I had the rare \u2014 oh, the queer! \u2014 impression of the very first symptom I had seen in him of the approach of immediate fear. It was as if he were suddenly afraid of me \u2014 which struck me indeed as perhaps the best thing to make him. Yet in the very pang of the effort I felt it vain to try sternness, and I heard myself the next instant so gentle as to be almost grotesque. <|Q|>\u201cYou want so to go out again?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAwfully!\u201d He smiled at me heroically, and the touching little bravery of it was enhanced by his actually flushing with pain. He had picked up his hat, which he had brought in, and stood twirling it in a way that gave me, even as I was just nearly reaching port, a perverse horror of what I was doing. To do it in any way was an act of violence, for what did it consist of but the obtrusion of the idea of grossness and guilt on a small helpless creature who had been for me a revelation of the possibilities of beautiful intercourse? Wasn\u2019t it base to create for a being so exquisite a mere alien awkwardness? I suppose I now read into our situation a clearness it couldn\u2019t have had at the time, for I seem to see our poor eyes already lighted with some spark of a prevision of the anguish that was to come. So we circled about, with terrors and scruples, like fighters not daring to close. But it was for each other we feared! That kept us a little longer suspended and unbruised.", "Solo.3762.4992.lesmiserables_vol5_41_hugo_64kb_92": "He could not breathe, he laid his hand on his heart to restrain its throbbing. He paced back and forth with huge strides, he embraced Cosette:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAh! Cosette! I am an unhappy wretch!\u201d<|Q|> said he.\n\nMarius was bewildered. He began to catch a glimpse in Jean Valjean of some indescribably lofty and melancholy figure. An unheard-of virtue, supreme and sweet, humble in its immensity, appeared to him. The convict was transfigured into Christ.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_4": "\u201cWe are sold \u2014 mighty badly sold. But we don\u2019t want to be the laughing stock of this whole town, I reckon, and never hear the last of this thing as long as we live. No. What we want is to go out of here quiet, and talk this show up, and sell the rest of the town! Then we\u2019ll all be in the same boat. Ain\u2019t that sensible?\u201d (\u201cYou bet it is! \u2014 the jedge is right!\u201d everybody sings out.) <|Q|>\u201cAll right, then \u2014 not a word about any sell. Go along home, and advise everybody to come and see the tragedy.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nNext day you couldn\u2019t hear nothing around that town but how splendid that show was. House was jammed again that night, and we sold this crowd the same way. When me and the king and the duke got home to the raft we all had a supper; and by-and-by, about midnight, they made Jim and me back her out and float her down the middle of the river, and fetch her in and hide her about two mile below town.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_5": "The third night the house was crammed again \u2014 and they warn\u2019t new-comers this time, but people that was at the show the other two nights. I stood by the duke at the door, and I see that every man that went in had his pockets bulging, or something muffled up under his coat \u2014 and I see it warn\u2019t no perfumery, neither, not by a long sight. I smelt sickly eggs by the barrel, and rotten cabbages, and such things; and if I know the signs of a dead cat being around, and I bet I do, there was sixty-four of them went in. I shoved in there for a minute, but it was too various for me; I couldn\u2019t stand it. Well, when the place couldn\u2019t hold no more people the duke he give a fellow a quarter and told him to tend door for him a minute, and then he started around for the stage door, I after him; but the minute we turned the corner and was in the dark he says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWalk fast now till you get away from the houses, and then shin for the raft like the dickens was after you!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nI done it, and he done the same. We struck the raft at the same time, and in less than two seconds we was gliding down stream, all dark and still, and edging towards the middle of the river, nobody saying a word. I reckoned the poor king was in for a gaudy time of it with the audience, but nothing of the sort; pretty soon he crawls out from under the wigwam, and says:", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_15": "'Unless what?' I asked. 'Lilian -- Miss Roseblade, something has come between us lately: you will tell me what that something is, won't you?'\n\n'Do you want to know really?' she said, looking up at me through her tears. <|Q|>'Then I'll tell you: it -- it's Bingo!'<|Q|>\n\nI started back overwhelmed. Did she know all? If not, how much did she suspect? I must find out that at once! 'What about Bingo?' I managed to pronounce, with a dry tongue.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_17": "I started back overwhelmed. Did she know all? If not, how much did she suspect? I must find out that at once! 'What about Bingo?' I managed to pronounce, with a dry tongue.\n\n<|Q|>'You never l-loved him when he was here,'<|Q|> she sobbed; 'you know you didn't!'\n\nI was relieved to find it was no worse than this.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_9": "\u201cNo,\u201d I says, \u201cit don\u2019t.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy don\u2019t it, Huck?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, it don\u2019t, because it\u2019s in the breed. I reckon they\u2019re all alike.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_18": "I started back overwhelmed. Did she know all? If not, how much did she suspect? I must find out that at once! 'What about Bingo?' I managed to pronounce, with a dry tongue.\n\n'You never l-loved him when he was here,' she sobbed; <|Q|>'you know you didn't!'<|Q|>\n\nI was relieved to find it was no worse than this.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_10": "\u201cWhy don\u2019t it, Huck?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, it don\u2019t, because it\u2019s in the breed. I reckon they\u2019re all alike.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBut, Huck, dese kings o\u2019 ourn is reglar rapscallions; dat\u2019s jist what dey is; dey\u2019s reglar rapscallions.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_20": "'No,' I said candidly; 'I did not love Bingo. Bingo didn't love me, Lilian; he was always looking out for a chance of nipping me somewhere. Surely you won't quarrel with me for that!'\n\n'Not for that,' she said; <|Q|>'only, why do you pretend to be so fond of him now, and so anxious to get him back again? Uncle John believes you, but I don't. I can see quite well that you wouldn't be glad to find him. You could find him easily if you wanted to!'<|Q|>\n\n'What do you mean, Lilian?' I said hoarsely. 'How could I find him?' Again I feared the worst.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_22": "'Not for that,' she said; 'only, why do you pretend to be so fond of him now, and so anxious to get him back again? Uncle John believes you, but I don't. I can see quite well that you wouldn't be glad to find him. You could find him easily if you wanted to!'\n\n'What do you mean, Lilian?' I said hoarsely. <|Q|>'How could I find him?'<|Q|> Again I feared the worst.\n\n'You're in a Government office,' cried Lilian and if you only chose, you could easily g-get G-Government to find Bingo! What's the use of Government if it can't do that? Mr. Travers would have found him long ago if I'd asked him!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_24": "He was away on circuit just then, luckily, but at least even he would have found it a hard task to find Bingo -- there was comfort in that.\n\n'You know that isn't just, Lilian,' I observed <|Q|>'But only tell me what you want me to do?'<|Q|>\n\n'Bub -- bub -- bring back Bingo!' she said.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_16": "\u201cWell, they all do, Jim. We can\u2019t help the way a king smells; history don\u2019t tell no way.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNow de duke, he\u2019s a tolerble likely man in some ways.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, a duke\u2019s different. But not very different. This one\u2019s a middling hard lot for a duke. When he\u2019s drunk, there ain\u2019t no near-sighted man could tell him from a king.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_15": "\u201cBut dis one do smell so like de nation, Huck.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, they all do, Jim. We can\u2019t help the way a king smells; history don\u2019t tell no way.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNow de duke, he\u2019s a tolerble likely man in some ways.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_25": "'You know that isn't just, Lilian,' I observed 'But only tell me what you want me to do?'\n\n<|Q|>'Bub -- bub -- bring back Bingo!'<|Q|> she said.\n\n'Bring back Bingo!' I cried in horror. 'But suppose I can't -- suppose he's out of the country, or -- dead, what then, Lilian?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_26": "'Bub -- bub -- bring back Bingo!' she said.\n\n<|Q|>'Bring back Bingo!'<|Q|> I cried in horror. 'But suppose I can't -- suppose he's out of the country, or -- dead, what then, Lilian?'\n\n'I can't help it,' she said; 'but I don't believe he is out of the country or dead. And while I see you pretending to Uncle that you cared awfully about him, and going on doing nothing at all, it makes me think you're not quite -- quite sincere! And I couldn't possibly marry any one while I thought that of him. And I shall always have that feeling unless you find Bingo!'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_19": "\u201cWell, anyways, I doan\u2019 hanker for no mo\u2019 un um, Huck. Dese is all I kin stan\u2019.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIt\u2019s the way I feel, too, Jim. But we\u2019ve got them on our hands, and we got to remember what they are, and make allowances. Sometimes I wish we could hear of a country that\u2019s out of kings.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nWhat was the use to tell Jim these warn\u2019t real kings and dukes? It wouldn\u2019t a done no good; and, besides, it was just as I said: you couldn\u2019t tell them from the real kind.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_29": "'Bring back Bingo!' I cried in horror. 'But suppose I can't -- suppose he's out of the country, or -- dead, what then, Lilian?'\n\n'I can't help it,' she said; <|Q|>'but I don't believe he is out of the country or dead. And while I see you pretending to Uncle that you cared awfully about him, and going on doing nothing at all, it makes me think you're<|Q|> not quite -- quite sincere! And I couldn't possibly marry any one while I thought that of him. And I shall always have that feeling unless you find Bingo!'\n\nIt was of no use to argue with her; I knew Lilian by that time. With her pretty caressing manner she united a latent obstinacy which it was hopeless to attempt to shake. I feared, too, that she was not quite certain as yet whether she cared for me or not, and that this condition of hers was an expedient to gain time.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_28": "'Bring back Bingo!' I cried in horror. 'But suppose I can't -- suppose he's out of the country, or -- dead, what then, Lilian?'\n\n<|Q|>'I can't help it,'<|Q|> she said; 'but I don't believe he is out of the country or dead. And while I see you pretending to Uncle that you cared awfully about him, and going on doing nothing at all, it makes me think you're not quite -- quite sincere! And I couldn't possibly marry any one while I thought that of him. And I shall always have that feeling unless you find Bingo!'\n\nIt was of no use to argue with her; I knew Lilian by that time. With her pretty caressing manner she united a latent obstinacy which it was hopeless to attempt to shake. I feared, too, that she was not quite certain as yet whether she cared for me or not, and that this condition of hers was an expedient to gain time.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_1": "I never before saw a family so stricken down by a domestic misfortune as the group I found in the drawing-room, making a dejected pretence of reading or working. We talked at first -- and hollow talk it was -- on indifferent subjects, till I could bear it no longer, and plunged boldly into danger.\n\n<|Q|>'I don't see the dog,'<|Q|> I began. 'I suppose you -- you found him all right the other evening, Colonel?' I wondered as I spoke whether they would not notice the break in my voice, but they did not.\n\n'Why, the fact is,' said the Colonel, heavily, gnawing his grey moustache, 'we've not heard anything of him since: he's -- he's run off!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_3": "'I don't see the dog,' I began. 'I suppose you -- you found him all right the other evening, Colonel?' I wondered as I spoke whether they would not notice the break in my voice, but they did not.\n\n<|Q|>'Why, the fact is,'<|Q|> said the Colonel, heavily, gnawing his grey moustache, 'we've not heard anything of him since: he's -- he's run off!'\n\n'Gone, Mr. Weatherhead; gone without a word!' said Mrs. Currie, plaintively, as if she thought the dog might at least have left an address.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_15": "\u201cIt was partly to get you to do something,\u201d I conceded. \u201cBut, you know, you didn\u2019t do it.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, yes,\u201d he said with the brightest superficial eagerness, <|Q|>\u201cyou wanted me to tell you something.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s it. Out, straight out. What you have on your mind, you know.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_34": "'He don't seem to be a puttin' of 'isself out about seeing you again,' observed Mr. Blagg, as the poodle studied me with a calm interest.\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, he's not exactly my dog, you see,'<|Q|> I said; 'he belongs to a friend of mine!'\n\nHe gave me a quick furtive glance. 'Then maybe you're mistook about him,' he said: 'and I can't run no risks. I was a goin' down in the country this 'ere werry evenin' to see a party as lives at Wistaria Willa, -- he's been a hadwertisin' about a black poodle, he has!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_35": "'He don't seem to be a puttin' of 'isself out about seeing you again,' observed Mr. Blagg, as the poodle studied me with a calm interest.\n\n'Oh, he's not exactly my dog, you see,' I said; <|Q|>'he belongs to a friend of mine!'<|Q|>\n\nHe gave me a quick furtive glance. 'Then maybe you're mistook about him,' he said: 'and I can't run no risks. I was a goin' down in the country this 'ere werry evenin' to see a party as lives at Wistaria Willa, -- he's been a hadwertisin' about a black poodle, he has!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_6": "'Gone, Mr. Weatherhead; gone without a word!' said Mrs. Currie, plaintively, as if she thought the dog might at least have left an address.\n\n<|Q|>'I wouldn't have believed it of him,'<|Q|> said the Colonel; 'it has completely knocked me over. Haven't been so cut up for years -- the ungrateful rascal!'\n\n'Oh, Uncle!' pleaded Lilian, 'don't talk like that; perhaps Bingo couldn't help it -- perhaps some one has s-s-shot him!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_7": "'Gone, Mr. Weatherhead; gone without a word!' said Mrs. Currie, plaintively, as if she thought the dog might at least have left an address.\n\n'I wouldn't have believed it of him,' said the Colonel; <|Q|>'it has completely knocked me over. Haven't been so cut up for years -- the ungrateful rascal!'<|Q|>\n\n'Oh, Uncle!' pleaded Lilian, 'don't talk like that; perhaps Bingo couldn't help it -- perhaps some one has s-s-shot him!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_9": "'Oh, Uncle!' pleaded Lilian, 'don't talk like that; perhaps Bingo couldn't help it -- perhaps some one has s-s-shot him!'\n\n'Shot!' cried the Colonel, angrily. <|Q|>'By heaven! if I thought there was a villain on earth capable of shooting that poor inoffensive dog, I'd -- -- Why should they shoot him, Lilian? Tell me that! I -- I hope you won't let me hear you talk like that again. You don't think he's shot, eh, Weatherhead?'<|Q|>\n\nI said -- Heaven forgive me! -- that I thought it highly improbable.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_10": "I said -- Heaven forgive me! -- that I thought it highly improbable.\n\n<|Q|>'He's not dead!'<|Q|> cried Mrs. Currie. 'If he were dead I should know it somehow -- I'm sure I should! But I'm certain he's alive. Only last night I had such a beautiful dream about him. I thought he came back to us, Mr. Weatherhead, driving up in a hansom cab, and he was just the same as ever -- only he wore blue spectacles, and the shaved part of him was painted a bright red. And I woke up with the joy -- so, you know, it's sure to come true!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_40": "'Well,' I said, 'here's one of my cards; will that do for you?'\n\nHe took it and spelt it out with a pretence of great caution, but I saw well enough that the old scoundrel suspected that if I had lost a dog at all, it was not this particular dog. 'Ah,' he said, as he put it in his pocket, <|Q|>'if I part with him to you, I must be cleared of all risks. I can't afford to get into trouble about no mistakes. Unless you likes to leave him for a day or two, you must pay accordin'<|Q|>, you see.'\n\nI wanted to get the hateful business over as soon as possible. I did not care what I paid -- Lilian was worth all the expense! I said I had no doubt myself as to the real ownership of the animal, but I would give him any sum in reason, and would remove the dog at once.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_0": "Twenty people sings out:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhat, is it over? Is that all?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe duke says yes. Then there was a fine time. Everybody sings out, \u201cSold!\u201d and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_41": "Nothing would have induced me to undergo such an ordeal as that of personally restoring him to the Curries. We gave him supper, and tied him up on the lawn, where he howled dolefully all night, and buried bones.\n\nThe next morning I wrote a note to Mrs. Currie, expressing my pleasure at being able to restore the lost one, and another to Lilian, containing only the words, <|Q|>'Will you believe now that I am sincere?'<|Q|> Then I tied both round the poodle's neck and dropped him over the wall into the Colonel's garden just before I started to catch my train to town.\n\n* * * * *", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_13": "I could not help seeing that Lilian was not nearly so much impressed by my elaborate concern as her relatives; and sometimes I detected an incredulous look in her frank brown eyes that made me very uneasy. Little by little, a rift widened between us, until at last in despair I determined to know the worst before the time came when it would be hopeless to speak at all. I chose a Sunday evening as we were walking across the green from church in the golden dusk, and then I ventured to speak to her of my love. She heard me to the end, and was evidently very much agitated. At last she murmured that it could not be, unless -- no, it never could be now.\n\n'Unless what?' I asked. <|Q|>'Lilian -- Miss Roseblade, something has come between us lately: you will tell me what that something is, won't you?'<|Q|>\n\n'Do you want to know really?' she said, looking up at me through her tears. 'Then I'll tell you: it -- it's Bingo!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_14": "'Unless what?' I asked. 'Lilian -- Miss Roseblade, something has come between us lately: you will tell me what that something is, won't you?'\n\n<|Q|>'Do you want to know really?'<|Q|> she said, looking up at me through her tears. 'Then I'll tell you: it -- it's Bingo!'\n\nI started back overwhelmed. Did she know all? If not, how much did she suspect? I must find out that at once! 'What about Bingo?' I managed to pronounce, with a dry tongue.", "Solo.431.121.turn_of_the_screw_23_james_64kb_26": "My insistence turned him from me and kept him once more at his window in a silence during which, between us, you might have heard a pin drop. Then he was before me again with the air of a person for whom, outside, someone who had frankly to be reckoned with was waiting. \u201cI have to see Luke.\u201d\n\nI had not yet reduced him to quite so vulgar a lie, and I felt proportionately ashamed. But, horrible as it was, his lies made up my truth. I achieved thoughtfully a few loops of my knitting. <|Q|>\u201cWell, then, go to Luke, and I\u2019ll wait for what you promise. Only, in return for that, satisfy, before you leave me, one very much smaller request.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHe looked as if he felt he had succeeded enough to be able still a little to bargain. \u201cVery much smaller \u2014 ?\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_8": "Them rapscallions took in four hundred and sixty-five dollars in that three nights. I never see money hauled in by the wagon-load like that before. By-and-by, when they was asleep and snoring, Jim says:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon\u2019t it s\u2019prise you de way dem kings carries on, Huck?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d I says, \u201cit don\u2019t.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_19": "I was relieved to find it was no worse than this.\n\n'No,' I said candidly; <|Q|>'I did not love Bingo. Bingo didn't love me, Lilian; he was always looking out for a chance of nipping me somewhere. Surely you won't quarrel with me for that!'<|Q|>\n\n'Not for that,' she said; 'only, why do you pretend to be so fond of him now, and so anxious to get him back again? Uncle John believes you, but I don't. I can see quite well that you wouldn't be glad to find him. You could find him easily if you wanted to!'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_11": "\u201cWell, it don\u2019t, because it\u2019s in the breed. I reckon they\u2019re all alike.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut, Huck, dese kings o\u2019 ourn is reglar rapscallions; dat\u2019s jist what dey is; dey\u2019s reglar rapscallions.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, that\u2019s what I\u2019m a-saying; all kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_49": "'how really touching it was to see poor dear Bingo's emotion at seeing all the old familiar objects again! He went up and sniffed at them all in turn, quite plainly recognising everything. And he was quite put out to find that we had moved his favourite ottoman out of the drawing-room. But he is so penitent, too, and so ashamed of having run away; he hardly dares to come when John calls him, and he kept under a chair in the hall all the morning -- he wouldn't come in here either, so we had to leave him in your garden.'\n\n'He's been sadly out of spirits all day,' said Lilian; <|Q|>'he hasn't bitten one of the tradespeople.'<|Q|>\n\n'Oh, he's all right, the rascal!' said the Colonel, cheerily; 'he'll be after the cats again as well as ever in a day or two.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_21": "'Not for that,' she said; 'only, why do you pretend to be so fond of him now, and so anxious to get him back again? Uncle John believes you, but I don't. I can see quite well that you wouldn't be glad to find him. You could find him easily if you wanted to!'\n\n<|Q|>'What do you mean, Lilian?'<|Q|> I said hoarsely. 'How could I find him?' Again I feared the worst.\n\n'You're in a Government office,' cried Lilian and if you only chose, you could easily g-get G-Government to find Bingo! What's the use of Government if it can't do that? Mr. Travers would have found him long ago if I'd asked him!'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_13": "\u201cWell, that\u2019s what I\u2019m a-saying; all kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIs dat so?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYou read about them once \u2014 you\u2019ll see. Look at Henry the Eight; this\u2019n \u2019s a Sunday-school Superintendent to him. And look at Charles Second, and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second, and Richard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that used to rip around so in old times and raise Cain. My, you ought to seen old Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He was a blossom. He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. \u2018Fetch up Nell Gwynn,\u2019 he says. They fetch her up. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head!\u2019 And they chop it off. \u2018Fetch up Jane Shore,\u2019 he says; and up she comes, Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head\u2019 \u2014 and they chop it off. \u2018Ring up Fair Rosamun.\u2019 Fair Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head.\u2019 And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book \u2014 which was a good name and stated the case. You don\u2019t know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I\u2019ve struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it \u2014 give notice? \u2014 give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on. That was his style \u2014 he never give anybody a chance. He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington. Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No \u2014 drownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat. S\u2019pose people left money laying around where he was \u2014 what did he do? He collared it. S\u2019pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn\u2019t set down there and see that he done it \u2014 what did he do? He always done the other thing. S\u2019pose he opened his mouth \u2014 what then? If he didn\u2019t shut it up powerful quick he\u2019d lose a lie every time. That\u2019s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we\u2019d a had him along \u2019stead of our kings he\u2019d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don\u2019t say that ourn is lambs, because they ain\u2019t, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain\u2019t nothing to that old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they\u2019re a mighty ornery lot. It\u2019s the way they\u2019re raised.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_23": "He was away on circuit just then, luckily, but at least even he would have found it a hard task to find Bingo -- there was comfort in that.\n\n<|Q|>'You know that isn't just, Lilian,'<|Q|> I observed 'But only tell me what you want me to do?'\n\n'Bub -- bub -- bring back Bingo!' she said.", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_14": "\u201cYou read about them once \u2014 you\u2019ll see. Look at Henry the Eight; this\u2019n \u2019s a Sunday-school Superintendent to him. And look at Charles Second, and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second, and Richard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that used to rip around so in old times and raise Cain. My, you ought to seen old Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He was a blossom. He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. \u2018Fetch up Nell Gwynn,\u2019 he says. They fetch her up. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head!\u2019 And they chop it off. \u2018Fetch up Jane Shore,\u2019 he says; and up she comes, Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head\u2019 \u2014 and they chop it off. \u2018Ring up Fair Rosamun.\u2019 Fair Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head.\u2019 And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book \u2014 which was a good name and stated the case. You don\u2019t know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I\u2019ve struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it \u2014 give notice? \u2014 give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on. That was his style \u2014 he never give anybody a chance. He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington. Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No \u2014 drownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat. S\u2019pose people left money laying around where he was \u2014 what did he do? He collared it. S\u2019pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn\u2019t set down there and see that he done it \u2014 what did he do? He always done the other thing. S\u2019pose he opened his mouth \u2014 what then? If he didn\u2019t shut it up powerful quick he\u2019d lose a lie every time. That\u2019s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we\u2019d a had him along \u2019stead of our kings he\u2019d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don\u2019t say that ourn is lambs, because they ain\u2019t, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain\u2019t nothing to that old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they\u2019re a mighty ornery lot. It\u2019s the way they\u2019re raised.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBut dis one do smell so like de nation, Huck.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, they all do, Jim. We can\u2019t help the way a king smells; history don\u2019t tell no way.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_17": "\u201cNow de duke, he\u2019s a tolerble likely man in some ways.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, a duke\u2019s different. But not very different. This one\u2019s a middling hard lot for a duke. When he\u2019s drunk, there ain\u2019t no near-sighted man could tell him from a king.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, anyways, I doan\u2019 hanker for no mo\u2019 un um, Huck. Dese is all I kin stan\u2019.\u201d", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_18": "\u201cYes, a duke\u2019s different. But not very different. This one\u2019s a middling hard lot for a duke. When he\u2019s drunk, there ain\u2019t no near-sighted man could tell him from a king.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, anyways, I doan\u2019 hanker for no mo\u2019 un um, Huck. Dese is all I kin stan\u2019.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the way I feel, too, Jim. But we\u2019ve got them on our hands, and we got to remember what they are, and make allowances. Sometimes I wish we could hear of a country that\u2019s out of kings.\u201d", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_27": "'Bub -- bub -- bring back Bingo!' she said.\n\n'Bring back Bingo!' I cried in horror. <|Q|>'But suppose I can't -- suppose he's out of the country, or -- dead, what then, Lilian?'<|Q|>\n\n'I can't help it,' she said; 'but I don't believe he is out of the country or dead. And while I see you pretending to Uncle that you cared awfully about him, and going on doing nothing at all, it makes me think you're not quite -- quite sincere! And I couldn't possibly marry any one while I thought that of him. And I shall always have that feeling unless you find Bingo!'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_20": "I went to sleep, and Jim didn\u2019t call me when it was my turn. He often done that. When I waked up just at daybreak, he was sitting there with his head down betwixt his knees, moaning and mourning to himself. I didn\u2019t take notice nor let on. I knowed what it was about. He was thinking about his wife and his children, away up yonder, and he was low and homesick; because he hadn\u2019t ever been away from home before in his life; and I do believe he cared just as much for his people as white folks does for their\u2019n. It don\u2019t seem natural, but I reckon it\u2019s so. He was often moaning and mourning that way nights, when he judged I was asleep, and saying, <|Q|>\u201cPo\u2019 little \u2019Lizabeth! po\u2019 little Johnny! it\u2019s mighty hard; I spec\u2019 I ain\u2019t ever gwyne to see you no mo\u2019, no mo\u2019!\u201d<|Q|> He was a mighty good nigger, Jim was.\n\nBut this time I somehow got to talking to him about his wife and young ones; and by-and-by he says:", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_11": "\"No.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"But you will go and tell all you have found out?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Yes,\" said Archy, slowly as he strained his eyes to try and make out the speaker.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_30": "So, partly with this object, and partly to appease the remorse which now revived and stung me deeper than before, I undertook long and weary pilgrimages after office hours. I spent many pounds in advertisements; I interviewed dogs of every size, colour, and breed, and of course I took care to keep Lilian informed of each successive failure. But still her heart was not touched; she was firm. If I went on like that, she told me, I was certain to find Bingo one day -- then, but not before, would her doubts be set at rest.\n\nI was walking one day through the somewhat squalid district which lies between Bow Street and High Holborn, when I saw, in a small theatrical costumier's window, a handbill stating that a black poodle had <|Q|>'followed a gentleman'<|Q|> on a certain date, and if not claimed and the finder remunerated before a stated time, would be sold to pay expenses.\n\nI went in and got a copy of the bill to show Lilian, and although by that time I scarcely dared to look a poodle in the face, I thought I would go to the address given and see the animal, simply to be able to tell Lilian I had done so.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_31": "I think it was then that the idea occurred to me that here was a miraculous chance of securing the sweetest girl in the whole world, and at the same time atoning for my wrong by bringing back gladness with me to Shuturgarden. It only needed a little boldness; one last deception, and I could embrace truthfulness once more.\n\nAlmost unconsciously, when my guide turned round and asked,' Is that there dawg yourn?' I said hurriedly, <|Q|>'Yes, yes -- that's the dog I want, that -- that's Bingo!'<|Q|>\n\n'He don't seem to be a puttin' of 'isself out about seeing you again,' observed Mr. Blagg, as the poodle studied me with a calm interest.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_0": "So it chanced that Robin spied his old enemy Simeon Carfax and narrowly missed being seen also by him. The three fugitives hid themselves high up in the branches of a tree; and watched with beating hearts their enemies hurrying onward to Locksley. With the band of soldiers, pikemen, and foresters were two whom Robin observed narrowly. Sounds of their talk reached his ears; and, since these two fellows rode somewhat apart from the rest, Robin was able to distinguish their chattering.\n\nHe had unfailing ear for a voice. These were those traitors in Will's band, the two outlaws whom he had encountered on the day of the joustings at Nottingham Fair. <|Q|>\"Roger and Micah,\"<|Q|> murmured Robin to himself, after listening a while. \"Yes, those were the names they used then. So, friends, I am forearmed against you, for I will step with heavy foot in your concerns by-and-by -- when I do find Master Will o' th' Green! Roger -- and Micah -- I'll not forget.\"\n\nSoon as they had passed, the three slid quietly to the ground and thereafter betook themselves very cautiously through the wood. Robin determined to find Will soon as he might and lay his case before him. The outlaw would give him refuge, no doubt.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_33": "Almost unconsciously, when my guide turned round and asked,' Is that there dawg yourn?' I said hurriedly, 'Yes, yes -- that's the dog I want, that -- that's Bingo!'\n\n'He don't seem to be a puttin' of <|Q|>'isself out about seeing you again,'<|Q|> observed Mr. Blagg, as the poodle studied me with a calm interest.\n\n'Oh, he's not exactly my dog, you see,' I said; 'he belongs to a friend of mine!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_2": "I never before saw a family so stricken down by a domestic misfortune as the group I found in the drawing-room, making a dejected pretence of reading or working. We talked at first -- and hollow talk it was -- on indifferent subjects, till I could bear it no longer, and plunged boldly into danger.\n\n'I don't see the dog,' I began. <|Q|>'I suppose you -- you found him all right the other evening, Colonel?'<|Q|> I wondered as I spoke whether they would not notice the break in my voice, but they did not.\n\n'Why, the fact is,' said the Colonel, heavily, gnawing his grey moustache, 'we've not heard anything of him since: he's -- he's run off!'", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_4": "\"Let us seek Barnesdale forthwith,\" said Robin. \"I am all agog to warn Will o' th' Green -- for he has been a stout friend to me.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Hurry then, master,\"<|Q|> cried Berry, the forester. \"You are not far from the Barnesdale road. In sooth, as I followed your tracks, I wondered how you had come so far within a very short space. You are now within touch of Gamewell.\"\n\nIt was true. In the mazy forest they had nearly described a circle, and were now perilously nigh to Gamewell and the squire.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_36": "'Oh, he's not exactly my dog, you see,' I said; 'he belongs to a friend of mine!'\n\nHe gave me a quick furtive glance. <|Q|>'Then maybe you're<|Q|> mistook about him,' he said: 'and I can't run no risks. I was a goin' down in the country this 'ere werry evenin' to see a party as lives at Wistaria Willa, -- he's been a hadwertisin' about a black poodle, he has!'\n\n'But look here,' I said, 'that's me.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_37": "'Oh, he's not exactly my dog, you see,' I said; 'he belongs to a friend of mine!'\n\nHe gave me a quick furtive glance. 'Then maybe you're mistook about him,' he said: 'and I can't run no risks. I was a goin' down in the country this <|Q|>'ere werry evenin'<|Q|> to see a party as lives at Wistaria Willa, -- he's been a hadwertisin' about a black poodle, he has!'\n\n'But look here,' I said, 'that's me.'", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_6": "An idea came to Robin. He turned to Warrenton.\n\n<|Q|>\"Could we but find that underground path whereby cousin Geoffrey came and went from the pleasance, old friend,\"<|Q|> said he, \"why -- we might play the Yellow Lady to purpose!\"\n\n\"Excellence,\" replied Warrenton, \"I will undertake to bring you to the forest entrance of Master Will's castle within a score of minutes.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_39": "He gave me a curious leer. 'No offence, you know, guv'nor,' he said, 'but I should wish for some evidence as to that afore I part with a vallyable dawg like this 'ere!'\n\n'Well,' I said, <|Q|>'here's one of my cards; will that do for you?'<|Q|>\n\nHe took it and spelt it out with a pretence of great caution, but I saw well enough that the old scoundrel suspected that if I had lost a dog at all, it was not this particular dog. 'Ah,' he said, as he put it in his pocket, 'if I part with him to you, I must be cleared of all risks. I can't afford to get into trouble about no mistakes. Unless you likes to leave him for a day or two, you must pay accordi", "Solo.6670.7902.cutlassandcudgel_12_fenn_64kb_19": "Rather hard measure, by the way, to deal out to the anxious girl, who could not rest while Shackle's gang were busy about the place, and had come stealthily down to open the little corner room window, and watch from time to time until they had gone.\n\n\"Well,\" said Archy, as there was no further sound heard, <|Q|>\"I'm not going to put up with this. I'll soon rattle some one up;\"<|Q|> and he went sharply to the door, felt for the handle, tried it, and was about to shake it and bang at the panels, when discretion got the better of valour.\n\nFor it suddenly occurred to him that he was not only a prisoner, but a prisoner in the power of a very reckless set of people, who would stop at nothing. They had a valuable cargo hidden in the cellar beneath where he stood, and themselves to save, and naturally they would not hesitate to deal hardly with him, when quite a young, apparently gentle girl treated him as she had done.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_42": "I had an anxious walk home from the station that evening; I went round by the longer way, trembling the whole time lest I should meet any of the Currie household, to which I felt myself entirely unequal just then. I could not rest until I knew whether my fraud had succeeded, or if the poodle to which I had entrusted my fate had basely betrayed me; but my suspense was happily ended as soon as I entered my mother's room. 'You can't think how delighted those poor Curries were to see Bingo again,'she said at once; 'and they said such charming things about you, Algy -- Lilian, particularly -- quite affected she seemed, poor child! And they wanted you to go round and dine there and be thanked to-night, but at last I persuaded them to come to us instead. And they<|Q|>'re going to bring the dog to make friends. Oh, and I met Frank Travers; he's back from circuit again now, so I asked him in too, to meet them!'<|Q|>\n\nI drew a deep breath of relief. I had played a desperate game -- but I had won! I could have wished, to be sure, that my mother had not thought of bringing in Travers on that of all evenings -- but I hoped that I could defy him after this.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_16": "'Do you want to know really?' she said, looking up at me through her tears. 'Then I'll tell you: it -- it's Bingo!'\n\nI started back overwhelmed. Did she know all? If not, how much did she suspect? I must find out that at once! <|Q|>'What about Bingo?'<|Q|> I managed to pronounce, with a dry tongue.\n\n'You never l-loved him when he was here,' she sobbed; 'you know you didn't!'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_43": "I drew a deep breath of relief. I had played a desperate game -- but I had won! I could have wished, to be sure, that my mother had not thought of bringing in Travers on that of all evenings -- but I hoped that I could defy him after this.\n\nThe Colonel and his people were the first to arrive; he and his wife being so effusively grateful that they made me very uncomfortable indeed; Lilian met me with downcast eyes, and the faintest possible blush, but she said nothing just then. Five minutes afterwards, when she and I were alone together in the conservatory, where I had brought her on pretence of showing a new begonia, she laid her hand on my sleeve and whispered, almost shyly, <|Q|>'Mr. Weatherhead -- Algernon! Can you ever forgive me for being so cruel and unjust to you?'<|Q|> And I replied that, upon the whole, I could.\n\nWe were not in that conservatory long, but, before we left it, beautiful Lilian Roseblade had consented to make my life happy. When we re-entered the drawing-room, we found Frank Travers, who had been told the story of the recovery, and I observed his jaw fall as he glanced at our faces, and noted the triumphant smile which I have no doubt mine wore, and the tender dreamy look in Lilian's soft eyes. Poor Travers, I was sorry for him, although I was not fond of him. Travers was a good type of the rising young Common Law barrister; tall, not bad-looking, with keen dark eyes, black whiskers, and the mobile forensic mouth, which can express every shade of feeling, from deferential assent to cynical incredulity; possessed, too, of an endless flow of conversation that was decidedly agreeable, if a trifle too laboriously so, he had been a dangerous rival. But all that was over now -- he saw it himself at once, and during dinner sank into dismal silence, gazing pathetically at Lilian, and sighing almost obtrusively between the courses. His stream of small talk seemed to have been cut off at the main.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_45": "We were not in that conservatory long, but, before we left it, beautiful Lilian Roseblade had consented to make my life happy. When we re-entered the drawing-room, we found Frank Travers, who had been told the story of the recovery, and I observed his jaw fall as he glanced at our faces, and noted the triumphant smile which I have no doubt mine wore, and the tender dreamy look in Lilian's soft eyes. Poor Travers, I was sorry for him, although I was not fond of him. Travers was a good type of the rising young Common Law barrister; tall, not bad-looking, with keen dark eyes, black whiskers, and the mobile forensic mouth, which can express every shade of feeling, from deferential assent to cynical incredulity; possessed, too, of an endless flow of conversation that was decidedly agreeable, if a trifle too laboriously so, he had been a dangerous rival. But all that was over now -- he saw it himself at once, and during dinner sank into dismal silence, gazing pathetically at Lilian, and sighing almost obtrusively between the courses. His stream of small talk seemed to have been cut off at the main.\n\n'You've done a kind thing, Weatherhead,' said the Colonel. <|Q|>'I can't tell you all that dog is to me, and how I missed the poor beast. I'd quite given up all hope of ever seeing him again, and all the time there was Weatherhead, Mr. Travers, quietly searching all London till he found him! I shan't forget it. It shows a really kind feeling.'<|Q|>\n\nI saw by Travers's face that he was telling himself he would have found fifty Bingos in half the time -- if he had only thought of it; he smiled a melancholy assent to all the Colonel said, and then began to study me with an obviously depreciatory air.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_12": "Now was Robin's chance.\n\n<|Q|>\"Choose your man, each one of you,\"<|Q|> said he, in a suppressed eagerness; \"and soon as the soldiers issue at the charge shoot down upon your mark.\"\n\nCarfax gave an order almost as he spoke. Instantly Robin loosed his bow, and singing death flew from it. He overturned the soldier nearest to Master Simeon, even as Warrenton's shaft struck another dead at once.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_16": "\"The two who lead them are not uniformed -- like as not they are those treacherous ones whom I have such cause to remember.\"\n\nSo muttered Robin, with parted lips, and gasping his words disjointedly. <|Q|>\"Smite them, Warrenton,\"<|Q|> cried he, suddenly and excitedly. \"Speedily, instantly -- or they will end this fight against us. Now!\"\n\nTheir arrows flew together, marvellous shots, each finding its prey. The two wretches threw up their arms as they ran; and, uttering dismal cries, fell upon the earth, and in their death-struggles tore up vain handfuls of the soil.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_46": "I saw by Travers's face that he was telling himself he would have found fifty Bingos in half the time -- if he had only thought of it; he smiled a melancholy assent to all the Colonel said, and then began to study me with an obviously depreciatory air.\n\n<|Q|>'You can't think,'<|Q|> I heard Mrs. Currie telling my mother, 'how really touching it was to see poor dear Bingo's emotion at seeing all the old familiar objects again! He went up and sniffed at them all in turn, quite plainly recognising everything. And he was quite put out to find that we had moved his favourite ottoman out of the drawing-room. But he is so penitent, too, and so ashamed of having run away; he hardly dares to come when John calls him, and he kept under a chair in the hall all the morning -- he wouldn't come in here either, so we had to leave him in your garden.'", "Solo.2374.3005.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_12": "\u201cBut, Huck, dese kings o\u2019 ourn is reglar rapscallions; dat\u2019s jist what dey is; dey\u2019s reglar rapscallions.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, that\u2019s what I\u2019m a-saying; all kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIs dat so?\u201d", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_18": "Their arrows flew together, marvellous shots, each finding its prey. The two wretches threw up their arms as they ran; and, uttering dismal cries, fell upon the earth, and in their death-struggles tore up vain handfuls of the soil.\n\n<|Q|>\"Follow, follow,\"<|Q|> called Robin, to his three faithful ones. \"Locksley! A Locksley! To the rescue!\"\n\n[Illustration: ROBIN HOOD AND HIS COMPANIONS LEND AID TO WILL O' TH' GREEN FROM AMBUSH", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_17": "\"The two who lead them are not uniformed -- like as not they are those treacherous ones whom I have such cause to remember.\"\n\nSo muttered Robin, with parted lips, and gasping his words disjointedly. \"Smite them, Warrenton,\" cried he, suddenly and excitedly. <|Q|>\"Speedily, instantly -- or they will end this fight against us. Now!\"<|Q|>\n\nTheir arrows flew together, marvellous shots, each finding its prey. The two wretches threw up their arms as they ran; and, uttering dismal cries, fell upon the earth, and in their death-struggles tore up vain handfuls of the soil.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_52": "'Oh, he's all right, the rascal!' said the Colonel, cheerily; 'he'll be after the cats again as well as ever in a day or two.'\n\n<|Q|>'Ah, those cats!'<|Q|> said my poor innocent mother. 'Algy, you haven't tried the air-gun on them again lately, have you? They're worse than ever.'\n\nI troubled the Colonel to pass the claret; Travers laughed for the first time. 'That's a good idea,' he said, in that carrying 'bar-mess' voice of his; 'an air-gun for cats, ha, ha! Make good bags, eh, Weatherhead?' I said that I did, very good bags, and felt I was getting painfully red in the face.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_19": "Their arrows flew together, marvellous shots, each finding its prey. The two wretches threw up their arms as they ran; and, uttering dismal cries, fell upon the earth, and in their death-struggles tore up vain handfuls of the soil.\n\n\"Follow, follow,\" called Robin, to his three faithful ones. <|Q|>\"Locksley! A Locksley! To the rescue!\"<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration: ROBIN HOOD AND HIS COMPANIONS LEND AID TO WILL O' TH' GREEN FROM AMBUSH", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_54": "'Ah, those cats!' said my poor innocent mother. 'Algy, you haven't tried the air-gun on them again lately, have you? They're worse than ever.'\n\nI troubled the Colonel to pass the claret; Travers laughed for the first time. <|Q|>'That's a good idea,'<|Q|> he said, in that carrying 'bar-mess' voice of his; 'an air-gun for cats, ha, ha! Make good bags, eh, Weatherhead?' I said that I did, very good bags, and felt I was getting painfully red in the face.\n\n'Oh, Algy is an excellent shot -- quite a sportsman,' said my mother. 'I remember, oh, long ago, when we lived at Hammersmith, he had a pistol, and he used to strew crumbs in the garden for the sparrows, and shoot at them out of the pantry window; he frequently hit one.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_55": "'Ah, those cats!' said my poor innocent mother. 'Algy, you haven't tried the air-gun on them again lately, have you? They're worse than ever.'\n\nI troubled the Colonel to pass the claret; Travers laughed for the first time. 'That's a good idea,' he said, in that carrying 'bar-mess' voice of his; <|Q|>'an air-gun for cats, ha, ha! Make good bags, eh, Weatherhead?'<|Q|> I said that I did, very good bags, and felt I was getting painfully red in the face.\n\n'Oh, Algy is an excellent shot -- quite a sportsman,' said my mother. 'I remember, oh, long ago, when we lived at Hammersmith, he had a pistol, and he used to strew crumbs in the garden for the sparrows, and shoot at them out of the pantry window; he frequently hit one.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_56": "I troubled the Colonel to pass the claret; Travers laughed for the first time. 'That's a good idea,' he said, in that carrying 'bar-mess' voice of his; 'an air-gun for cats, ha, ha! Make good bags, eh, Weatherhead?' I said that I did, very good bags, and felt I was getting painfully red in the face.\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, Algy is an excellent shot -- quite a sportsman,'<|Q|> said my mother. 'I remember, oh, long ago, when we lived at Hammersmith, he had a pistol, and he used to strew crumbs in the garden for the sparrows, and shoot at them out of the pantry window; he frequently hit one.'\n\n'Well,' said the Colonel, not much impressed by these sporting reminiscences, 'don't go rolling over our Bingo by mistake, you know, Weatherhead, my boy. Not but what you've a sort of right after this -- only don't. I wouldn't go through it all twice for anything.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_57": "I troubled the Colonel to pass the claret; Travers laughed for the first time. 'That's a good idea,' he said, in that carrying 'bar-mess' voice of his; 'an air-gun for cats, ha, ha! Make good bags, eh, Weatherhead?' I said that I did, very good bags, and felt I was getting painfully red in the face.\n\n'Oh, Algy is an excellent shot -- quite a sportsman,' said my mother. <|Q|>'I remember, oh, long ago, when we lived at Hammersmith, he had a pistol, and he used to strew crumbs in the garden for the sparrows, and shoot at them out of the pantry window; he frequently hit one.'<|Q|>\n\n'Well,' said the Colonel, not much impressed by these sporting reminiscences, 'don't go rolling over our Bingo by mistake, you know, Weatherhead, my boy. Not but what you've a sort of right after this -- only don't. I wouldn't go through it all twice for anything.'", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_25": "\"I shall live in the greenwood, Will,\" answered Robin, quietly, \"with your brave men and you -- if so be I may. Have I won now the freedom of the forest?\" He showed him the broken peacocked arrow which the Clerk of Copmanhurst had given him.\n\nThe outlaw held up his right hand and laid it on Robin's bowed head: <|Q|>\"Upon you, Robin of Locksley, do I bestow, with this my last breath, full freedom of the forests of England,\"<|Q|> he said, very loudly. Then he relaxed from his frown to a rare smile. \"Learn this sign -- -- \" he said, and showed Robin, with feeble fingers, how the greenwood men knew each other in any disguise. It was a simple signal, very easy to know, yet very sure. No one might suppose it given by accident -- yet of design it appeared quite innocent. The smile was fading from Will's face as Robin repeated it carefully after him; and even as he spoke again he died.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_59": "'Well,' said the Colonel, not much impressed by these sporting reminiscences, 'don't go rolling over our Bingo by mistake, you know, Weatherhead, my boy. Not but what you've a sort of right after this -- only don't. I wouldn't go through it all twice for anything.'\n\n<|Q|>'If you really won't take any more wine,'<|Q|> I said hurriedly, addressing the Colonel and Travers, 'suppose we all go out and have our coffee on the lawn? It -- it will be cooler there.' For it was getting very hot indoors, I thought.\n\nI left Travers to amuse the ladies -- he could do no more harm now; and taking the Colonel aside, I seized the opportunity, as we strolled up and down the garden path, to ask his consent to Lilian's engagement to me. He gave it cordially.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_60": "'Well,' said the Colonel, not much impressed by these sporting reminiscences, 'don't go rolling over our Bingo by mistake, you know, Weatherhead, my boy. Not but what you've a sort of right after this -- only don't. I wouldn't go through it all twice for anything.'\n\n'If you really won't take any more wine,' I said hurriedly, addressing the Colonel and Travers, <|Q|>'suppose we all go out and have our coffee on the lawn? It -- it will be cooler there.'<|Q|> For it was getting very hot indoors, I thought.\n\nI left Travers to amuse the ladies -- he could do no more harm now; and taking the Colonel aside, I seized the opportunity, as we strolled up and down the garden path, to ask his consent to Lilian's engagement to me. He gave it cordially. 'There's not a man in England,' he said, 'that I'd sooner see her married to after to-day. You're a quiet steady young fellow, and you've a good kind heart. As for the money, that's neither here nor there; Lilian won't come to you without a penny, you know. But really, my boy, you can hardly believe what it is to my poor wife and me to see that dog. Why, bless my soul, look at him now! What's the matter with him, eh?'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_32": "Almost unconsciously, when my guide turned round and asked,' Is that there dawg yourn?' I said hurriedly, 'Yes, yes -- that's the dog I want, that -- that's Bingo!'\n\n<|Q|>'He don't seem to be a puttin'<|Q|> of 'isself out about seeing you again,' observed Mr. Blagg, as the poodle studied me with a calm interest.\n\n'Oh, he's not exactly my dog, you see,' I said; 'he belongs to a friend of mine!'", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_2": "The forester, John Berry by name, told Robin further that Carfax had clothed his body in chain-mail, and was carrying a dreadful axe in his belt -- with which to avenge the insult put upon him in the matter of the stag's horns.\n\n<|Q|>\"Let us seek Barnesdale forthwith,\"<|Q|> said Robin. \"I am all agog to warn Will o' th' Green -- for he has been a stout friend to me.\"\n\n\"Hurry then, master,\" cried Berry, the forester. \"You are not far from the Barnesdale road. In sooth, as I followed your tracks, I wondered how you had come so far within a very short space. You are now within touch of Gamewell.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_1": "So it chanced that Robin spied his old enemy Simeon Carfax and narrowly missed being seen also by him. The three fugitives hid themselves high up in the branches of a tree; and watched with beating hearts their enemies hurrying onward to Locksley. With the band of soldiers, pikemen, and foresters were two whom Robin observed narrowly. Sounds of their talk reached his ears; and, since these two fellows rode somewhat apart from the rest, Robin was able to distinguish their chattering.\n\nHe had unfailing ear for a voice. These were those traitors in Will's band, the two outlaws whom he had encountered on the day of the joustings at Nottingham Fair. \"Roger and Micah,\" murmured Robin to himself, after listening a while. <|Q|>\"Yes, those were the names they used then. So, friends, I am forearmed against you, for I will step with heavy foot in your concerns by-and-by -- when I do find Master Will o' th' Green! Roger -- and Micah -- I'll not forget.\"<|Q|>\n\nSoon as they had passed, the three slid quietly to the ground and thereafter betook themselves very cautiously through the wood. Robin determined to find Will soon as he might and lay his case before him. The outlaw would give him refuge, no doubt.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_3": "The forester, John Berry by name, told Robin further that Carfax had clothed his body in chain-mail, and was carrying a dreadful axe in his belt -- with which to avenge the insult put upon him in the matter of the stag's horns.\n\n\"Let us seek Barnesdale forthwith,\" said Robin. <|Q|>\"I am all agog to warn Will o' th' Green -- for he has been a stout friend to me.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Hurry then, master,\" cried Berry, the forester. \"You are not far from the Barnesdale road. In sooth, as I followed your tracks, I wondered how you had come so far within a very short space. You are now within touch of Gamewell.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_5": "'Why, the fact is,' said the Colonel, heavily, gnawing his grey moustache, 'we've not heard anything of him since: he's -- he's run off!'\n\n<|Q|>'Gone, Mr. Weatherhead; gone without a word!'<|Q|> said Mrs. Currie, plaintively, as if she thought the dog might at least have left an address.\n\n'I wouldn't have believed it of him,' said the Colonel; 'it has completely knocked me over. Haven't been so cut up for years -- the ungrateful rascal!'", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_6": "\"Lay off, Mother,\" Izzy said sharply. \"I told you I had to do it. I take care of the side that pays my cut, and the bloody administration pulled the plug on my beat twice. Only honest thing to do was to join the Legals.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"And get your rating upped to a lieutenant,\"<|Q|> Mother Corey observed. \"Without telling cobber Gordon!\"\n\n\"Like I say, honesty pays, Mother -- when you know how to collect. Hell, I figured Bruce would do the same. He's a right gee.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_8": "\"And get your rating upped to a lieutenant,\" Mother Corey observed. \"Without telling cobber Gordon!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Like I say, honesty pays, Mother -- when you know how to collect. Hell, I figured Bruce would do the same. He's a right gee.\"<|Q|>\n\nMother Corey chuckled. \"Yeah, when he forgets he's a machine. How about a game of shanks?\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_7": "An idea came to Robin. He turned to Warrenton.\n\n\"Could we but find that underground path whereby cousin Geoffrey came and went from the pleasance, old friend,\" said he, <|Q|>\"why -- we might play the Yellow Lady to purpose!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Excellence,\" replied Warrenton, \"I will undertake to bring you to the forest entrance of Master Will's castle within a score of minutes.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_9": "\"Like I say, honesty pays, Mother -- when you know how to collect. Hell, I figured Bruce would do the same. He's a right gee.\"\n\nMother Corey chuckled. <|Q|>\"Yeah, when he forgets he's a machine. How about a game of shanks?\"<|Q|>\n\nThe steps moved away; the door closed again. Bruce Gordon got both eyes open and managed to sit up. The effects of the drug were almost gone, but it took a straining of every nerve to reach his uniform pouch. His fingers, clumsy and uncertain, groped back and forth for a badge that wasn't there!", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_9": "\"Excellence,\" replied Warrenton, \"I will undertake to bring you to the forest entrance of Master Will's castle within a score of minutes.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Lead us, Warrenton -- and I prithee be better guide than you have been so far in this adventure.\"<|Q|>\n\nAfter taking many by-paths, and through a big tunnel-shaped cave, the path became dry again, and lighter: and soon they saw that the end was near. They emerged presently, tired and dirtied; and found themselves under the bank of a little jumping woodland river -- far down in a gorge of rock and brake, studded and overhung with thick trees.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_11": "The ground descended below the four onlookers so abruptly as to cut them off from the plain. They were near to the battle; and yet altogether remote from it.\n\n\"Our arrows must do duty for us, then,\" muttered Robin, grimly, soon as he understood this. <|Q|>\"Fit shafts across your bows, friends, and aim with all your hearts in it. Let not those of either side see us. 'Tis thus that our services shall be of most value to Master Will.\"<|Q|>\n\nThey dropped to their knees and aimed their arrows carefully. They had full quivers with them, and Warrenton and Robin felt themselves in a manner to be pitted one against the other. The battle raged so furiously below, however, that for a minute these allies were compelled to remain idle -- not daring to loose their shafts for fear of slaying friends as well as foes.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_10": "The ground descended below the four onlookers so abruptly as to cut them off from the plain. They were near to the battle; and yet altogether remote from it.\n\n<|Q|>\"Our arrows must do duty for us, then,\"<|Q|> muttered Robin, grimly, soon as he understood this. \"Fit shafts across your bows, friends, and aim with all your hearts in it. Let not those of either side see us. 'Tis thus that our services shall be of most value to Master Will.\"\n\nThey dropped to their knees and aimed their arrows carefully. They had full quivers with them, and Warrenton and Robin felt themselves in a manner to be pitted one against the other. The battle raged so furiously below, however, that for a minute these allies were compelled to remain idle -- not daring to loose their shafts for fear of slaying friends as well as foes.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_15": "\"Why'd you come back?\" he asked suddenly. \"You were anxious enough to pick the lock and get out.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"I didn't pick it -- you forgot to lock it.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe couldn't remember what he'd done after he found the badge. \"Okay, my mistake. But why the change of heart?\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_13": "Now was Robin's chance.\n\n\"Choose your man, each one of you,\" said he, in a suppressed eagerness; <|Q|>\"and soon as the soldiers issue at the charge shoot down upon your mark.\"<|Q|>\n\nCarfax gave an order almost as he spoke. Instantly Robin loosed his bow, and singing death flew from it. He overturned the soldier nearest to Master Simeon, even as Warrenton's shaft struck another dead at once.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_15": "\"See, lording -- quick! Look how some of the enemy do creep about Master Will; they will strike him and his fellows from the rear!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"The two who lead them are not uniformed -- like as not they are those treacherous ones whom I have such cause to remember.\"<|Q|>\n\nSo muttered Robin, with parted lips, and gasping his words disjointedly. \"Smite them, Warrenton,\" cried he, suddenly and excitedly. \"Speedily, instantly -- or they will end this fight against us. Now!\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_14": "Warrenton drew his master's attention and anger away from his esquire by a quick whisper.\n\n<|Q|>\"See, lording -- quick! Look how some of the enemy do creep about Master Will; they will strike him and his fellows from the rear!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"The two who lead them are not uniformed -- like as not they are those treacherous ones whom I have such cause to remember.\"", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_48": "'how really touching it was to see poor dear Bingo's emotion at seeing all the old familiar objects again! He went up and sniffed at them all in turn, quite plainly recognising everything. And he was quite put out to find that we had moved his favourite ottoman out of the drawing-room. But he is so penitent, too, and so ashamed of having run away; he hardly dares to come when John calls him, and he kept under a chair in the hall all the morning -- he wouldn't come in here either, so we had to leave him in your garden.'\n\n<|Q|>'He's been sadly out of spirits all day,'<|Q|> said Lilian; 'he hasn't bitten one of the tradespeople.'\n\n'Oh, he's all right, the rascal!' said the Colonel, cheerily; 'he'll be after the cats again as well as ever in a day or two.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_50": "'He's been sadly out of spirits all day,' said Lilian; 'he hasn't bitten one of the tradespeople.'\n\n<|Q|>'Oh, he's all right, the rascal!'<|Q|> said the Colonel, cheerily; 'he'll be after the cats again as well as ever in a day or two.'\n\n'Ah, those cats!' said my poor innocent mother. 'Algy, you haven't tried the air-gun on them again lately, have you? They're worse than ever.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_51": "'He's been sadly out of spirits all day,' said Lilian; 'he hasn't bitten one of the tradespeople.'\n\n'Oh, he's all right, the rascal!' said the Colonel, cheerily; <|Q|>'he'll be after the cats again as well as ever in a day or two.'<|Q|>\n\n'Ah, those cats!' said my poor innocent mother. 'Algy, you haven't tried the air-gun on them again lately, have you? They're worse than ever.'", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_53": "'Oh, he's all right, the rascal!' said the Colonel, cheerily; 'he'll be after the cats again as well as ever in a day or two.'\n\n'Ah, those cats!' said my poor innocent mother. <|Q|>'Algy, you haven't tried the air-gun on them again lately, have you? They're<|Q|> worse than ever.'\n\nI troubled the Colonel to pass the claret; Travers laughed for the first time. 'That's a good idea,' he said, in that carrying 'bar-mess' voice of his; 'an air-gun for cats, ha, ha! Make good bags, eh, Weatherhead?' I said that I did, very good bags, and felt I was getting painfully red in the face.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_22": "He'd had a lot of ideas, it seemed. \"I've got a wife who's holding onto a notebook that belongs to me, then. Where is it?\"\n\nShe shook her head. <|Q|>\"I'm keeping the notebook for insurance. Blackmail, Bruce. You should understand that! And you won't find it, so don't bother looking...\"<|Q|> She went into the other room and shut the door. There was the sound of the lock being worked, and then silence.\n\nHe stared at the door foolishly, swearing at all women; then grimaced and turned back to the chair where his uniform still lay. He could stay here fighting with her, or he could face his troubles on the outside. The whole thing hinged on Trench; unless Trench had shown the badge to others, his problem boiled down to a single man.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_20": "They tumbled headlong down the slope, shouting vociferously as they came. The soldiers, alarmed and already disheartened, imagined that these eager enemies were but forerunners of a large reinforcement. Hastily they disengaged themselves from the outlaws, and, gathering up Master Carfax, rushed pell-mell with him backward to the woods on the right.\n\nWill o' th' Green's few men hurried them with their arrows; and soon as Robin had come down to level ground he fell to streaming his shafts into the rout. He was bruised, begrimed, and cut about his face by the thorns and rocks; yet was so furious against Master Simeon and his myrmidons that these things were not even felt by him. Shouting <|Q|>\"Locksley! Locksley!\"<|Q|> more and more triumphantly, he ran alone in fierce pursuit.\n\nThe soldiers disappeared under the trees, and ran even then. Warrenton and the outlaws came on in support of young Robin; and the defeat of Carfax and his men was completed. They were chased through the woods of Barnesdale, which these wild outlaws knew so well. Some were shot with arrows mercifully; others fell under the cruel blows of the outlaws' short axes. A few escaped with Master Carfax back to the Sheriff of Nottingham -- not one-third of those who had set out at his command. It was the most desperate of affairs yet betwixt the greenwood men and those representing law and order as conceived by the Sheriff. On either side many were killed -- the outlaw band was reduced in numbers, and its leader, Will o' th' Green, was amongst those who were to plot and fight no more in Sherwood.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_24": "There was no one at the side entrance to Seventh Precinct Headquarters and only two corporals on duty inside; the rest were probably out fighting the Legals, or worrying about it. One of the corporals started to stand up and halt him, but wavered at the sight of the captain's star that was still pinned to his uniform.\n\n\"Special prisoners,\" Gordon told him sharply. <|Q|>\"I've got to get information to Trench -- and in private!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe corporal stuttered. Gordon knocked him out of the way with his elbow, reached for the door to Trench's private office, and yanked it open. He stepped through, drawing it shut behind him, while his eyes checked the position of his gun at his hip. Then he looked up.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_23": "\" he muttered, puckering his brows, \"there are two roads open. One, to yield thyself to Monceux and the rack -- for not even your uncle at Gamewell should save you, even did he so wish; the other -- to join with these honest fellows and live a free life. What else is left to you? If you would be as dutiful to the laws as the earth to summer sun, it should not avail you. Your lord the Sheriff is in the hands of his girl -- and she listens with willing ear to Master Carfax. Ask not how I know these things. Your cousin is outlawed -- -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"I shall live in the greenwood, Will,\"<|Q|> answered Robin, quietly, \"with your brave men and you -- if so be I may. Have I won now the freedom of the forest?\" He showed him the broken peacocked arrow which the Clerk of Copmanhurst had given him.\n\nThe outlaw held up his right hand and laid it on Robin's bowed head: \"Upon you, Robin of Locksley, do I bestow, with this my last breath, full freedom of the forests of England,\" he said, very loudly. Then he relaxed from his frown to a rare smile. \"Learn this sign -- -- \" he said, and showed Robin, with feeble fingers, how the greenwood men knew each other in any disguise. It was a simple signal, very easy to know, yet very sure. No one might suppose it given by accident -- yet of design it appeared quite innocent. The smile was fading from Will's face as Robin repeated it carefully after him; and even as he spoke again he died.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_27": "\"Where's Captain Trench?\"\n\nThe heavy features didn't change as Jurgens chuckled. <|Q|>\"Commissioner Trench, Gordon. It seems Arliss decided to get rid of Mayor Wayne, but didn't count on Wayne's spies being better than his. So Trench got promoted -- and I got his job for loyal service in helping the Force recruit. My boys always wanted to be cops, you know.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon tried to grin in return as he moved closer, slipping the heavy locust club off his wrist.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_58": "'Oh, Algy is an excellent shot -- quite a sportsman,' said my mother. 'I remember, oh, long ago, when we lived at Hammersmith, he had a pistol, and he used to strew crumbs in the garden for the sparrows, and shoot at them out of the pantry window; he frequently hit one.'\n\n'Well,' said the Colonel, not much impressed by these sporting reminiscences, <|Q|>'don't go rolling over our Bingo by mistake, you know, Weatherhead, my boy. Not but what you've a sort of right after this -- only don't. I wouldn't go through it all twice for anything.'<|Q|>\n\n'If you really won't take any more wine,' I said hurriedly, addressing the Colonel and Travers, 'suppose we all go out and have our coffee on the lawn? It -- it will be cooler there.' For it was getting very hot indoors, I thought.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_26": "Outside the gates of Gamewell John delivered himself to the men-at-arms, retainers, burgesses, and citizens of Nottingham, who had inquisitively followed the Sheriff.\n\n<|Q|>\"We will not forget your hospitality, friends all,\"<|Q|> said he, in his slightly swaggering and yet withal effeminate way; \"and see, in some measure of return for it, we leave you our Sherwood free from pestilent robbers and evil defiers of the law. When we came to Nottingham there were these and others; but now they are all driven out of our Royal forest -- many slain with the arrows of my Hubert, or beaten with the staves of your own fellows. This surely is some sort of gift -- see to it that you keep well that which we have secured for you.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_0": "Steps sounded from outside; his door opened, and there was the sound of two men crossing the room, one with the heavy shuffle of Mother Corey.\n\n<|Q|>\"No wonder the boys couldn't find where you'd stashed him, Mother. Must be a bloody big false section you've got in that trick mattress of yours!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Big enough for him and for Trench, Izzy,\" Mother Corey's wheezing voice agreed. \"Had to be big to fit me.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_1": "\"No wonder the boys couldn't find where you'd stashed him, Mother. Must be a bloody big false section you've got in that trick mattress of yours!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Big enough for him and for Trench, Izzy,\"<|Q|> Mother Corey's wheezing voice agreed. \"Had to be big to fit me.\"\n\n\"You mean you hid Trench out, too?\" Izzy asked.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_2": "\"No wonder the boys couldn't find where you'd stashed him, Mother. Must be a bloody big false section you've got in that trick mattress of yours!\"\n\n\"Big enough for him and for Trench, Izzy,\" Mother Corey's wheezing voice agreed. <|Q|>\"Had to be big to fit me.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"You mean you hid Trench out, too?\" Izzy asked.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_0": "Then Ned Cilley, oldest of the Mirabelle's sailors, came panting up from the cove and Zachary's grave to look out from the leaves at the base of the boys' tree.\n\n<|Q|>\"Oh, Lordy, Lordy!\"<|Q|> he exclaimed when he caught sight of the black ship, the last of her somber sails being taken in, \"what did I tell you, lads?\" he cried, addressing anyone and everyone near enough to hear him. \"That be the Black Vulture, the pirate ship. No vessel is safe near the Black Vulture! What a God's mercy that all of us, and the Mirabelle, are out of sight, for the men aboard the Vulture know no pity, lads!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_1": "Then Ned Cilley, oldest of the Mirabelle's sailors, came panting up from the cove and Zachary's grave to look out from the leaves at the base of the boys' tree.\n\n\"Oh, Lordy, Lordy!\" he exclaimed when he caught sight of the black ship, the last of her somber sails being taken in, <|Q|>\"what did I tell you, lads?\"<|Q|> he cried, addressing anyone and everyone near enough to hear him. \"That be the Black Vulture, the pirate ship. No vessel is safe near the Black Vulture! What a God's mercy that all of us, and the Mirabelle, are out of sight, for the men aboard the Vulture know no pity, lads!\"\n\nGrowls and murmurs rumbled along the shore from clump to clump of leaves where the men stood hidden. Chris pulled his spyglass from his pocket and looked eagerly at the pirate ship only a little way out from shore.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_7": "\"Lay off, Mother,\" Izzy said sharply. \"I told you I had to do it. I take care of the side that pays my cut, and the bloody administration pulled the plug on my beat twice. Only honest thing to do was to join the Legals.\"\n\n\"And get your rating upped to a lieutenant,\" Mother Corey observed. <|Q|>\"Without telling cobber Gordon!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Like I say, honesty pays, Mother -- when you know how to collect. Hell, I figured Bruce would do the same. He's a right gee.\"", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_5": "\"Let us seek Barnesdale forthwith,\" said Robin. \"I am all agog to warn Will o' th' Green -- for he has been a stout friend to me.\"\n\n\"Hurry then, master,\" cried Berry, the forester. <|Q|>\"You are not far from the Barnesdale road. In sooth, as I followed your tracks, I wondered how you had come so far within a very short space. You are now within touch of Gamewell.\"<|Q|>\n\nIt was true. In the mazy forest they had nearly described a circle, and were now perilously nigh to Gamewell and the squire.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_38": "'But look here,' I said, 'that's me.'\n\nHe gave me a curious leer. <|Q|>'No offence, you know, guv'nor,'<|Q|> he said, 'but I should wish for some evidence as to that afore I part with a vallyable dawg like this 'ere!'\n\n'Well,' I said, 'here's one of my cards; will that do for you?'", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_8": "\"Could we but find that underground path whereby cousin Geoffrey came and went from the pleasance, old friend,\" said he, \"why -- we might play the Yellow Lady to purpose!\"\n\n\"Excellence,\" replied Warrenton, <|Q|>\"I will undertake to bring you to the forest entrance of Master Will's castle within a score of minutes.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Lead us, Warrenton -- and I prithee be better guide than you have been so far in this adventure.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_11": "She bit her lips and turned back, while a slow flush ran over her face. Her voice was uncertain. \"Hello, Bruce. You okay?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"How long have I been like this?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Fifteen hours, I guess. It's almost midnight.\" She bent over to pick up the bandages and to finish with his head. \"Are you hungry? There's some canned soup -- I took the money from your pocket. Or coffee...\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_6": "\"Then isn't it unusual to have letters carved of wood and gilded, on the side of a ship?\" Chris persisted.\n\n<|Q|>\"Aye, that it be.\"<|Q|> Ned's puzzled tone was sharper now and he looked up at Chris and then out to the pirate vessel. \"What're ye aimin' at now, me lad, eh?\" Ned asked. \"What's in your mind?\"\n\n\"Just tell me what ships you know whose name is not painted on but set in carved letters, Ned,\" Chris said, and he lowered his glass and looked down.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_10": "Her eyes wandered toward his, and the scissors and bandages on her lap hit the floor as she jumped to her feet. She turned toward her room, then hesitated as he grinned crookedly at her. \"Hi, Cuddles,\" he said flatly.\n\nShe bit her lips and turned back, while a slow flush ran over her face. Her voice was uncertain. <|Q|>\"Hello, Bruce. You okay?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"How long have I been like this?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_13": "\"How long have I been like this?\"\n\n\"Fifteen hours, I guess. It's almost midnight.\" She bent over to pick up the bandages and to finish with his head. <|Q|>\"Are you hungry? There's some canned soup -- I took the money from your pocket. Or coffee...\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Coffee.\" He forced himself up again; Sheila propped the flimsy pillow behind him, then went into her room to come back with a plastic cup filled with brown liquid that passed for coffee here. It was loaded with caffeine, at least.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_10": "Their conversation, in the silence, had had some quality of excitement in it that had been caught by the others, for when Chris glanced down he saw half the ship's company knotted around the base of the tree, and a half-circle of faces turned up to his, along with Ned's.\n\nNed's face puckered with effort for a few moments, as he muttered: <|Q|>\"Let me see, now. There's the Southerner -- no, that's painted on, or the Priscilla Drew -- no; that's painted too.\"<|Q|> He turned, searching the faces of his friends. \"Come, boys, what ship has carved letters for her name, not painted ones? Where's a better memory nor mine?\"\n\nThe Captain and Mr. Finney came to join the crowd, standing back in the shadow of the palm grove. Both men were listening attentively. It was Bowie who finally spoke up slowly, as if unwillingly.", "Solo.5957.4992.blackpoodle_02_anstey_64kb_44": "We were not in that conservatory long, but, before we left it, beautiful Lilian Roseblade had consented to make my life happy. When we re-entered the drawing-room, we found Frank Travers, who had been told the story of the recovery, and I observed his jaw fall as he glanced at our faces, and noted the triumphant smile which I have no doubt mine wore, and the tender dreamy look in Lilian's soft eyes. Poor Travers, I was sorry for him, although I was not fond of him. Travers was a good type of the rising young Common Law barrister; tall, not bad-looking, with keen dark eyes, black whiskers, and the mobile forensic mouth, which can express every shade of feeling, from deferential assent to cynical incredulity; possessed, too, of an endless flow of conversation that was decidedly agreeable, if a trifle too laboriously so, he had been a dangerous rival. But all that was over now -- he saw it himself at once, and during dinner sank into dismal silence, gazing pathetically at Lilian, and sighing almost obtrusively between the courses. His stream of small talk seemed to have been cut off at the main.\n\n<|Q|>'You've done a kind thing, Weatherhead,'<|Q|> said the Colonel. 'I can't tell you all that dog is to me, and how I missed the poor beast. I'd quite given up all hope of ever seeing him again, and all the time there was Weatherhead, Mr. Travers, quietly searching all London till he found him! I shan't forget it. It shows a really kind feeling.'\n\nI saw by Travers's face that he was telling himself he would have found fifty Bingos in half the time -- if he had only thought of it; he smiled a melancholy assent to all the Colonel said, and then began to study me with an obviously depreciatory air.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_16": "\"I didn't pick it -- you forgot to lock it.\"\n\nHe couldn't remember what he'd done after he found the badge. <|Q|>\"Okay, my mistake. But why the change of heart?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Because I needed a meal ticket!\" she said harshly. \"When I saw that Legal cop ready to take you, I had to go running out to save you. Because I don't have the iron guts to starve like a Martian!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_13": "\"There's only one ship that ever I did see with carven letters on her side, and that was Chew's ship, the Venture.\"\n\nHe was surrounded at once by a low murmur of assent from all sides. <|Q|>\"Aye aye!\"<|Q|> \"That be so!\" \"'Tis so!\" Chris from his higher perch, pointed an accusing finger out to sea.\n\n\"Look then, for there's your same ship! The Venture and the Vulture are one and the same! Here -- take my glass,\" he cried handing it down. \"See the two second letters -- they are just a bit aslant. Weeks ago, at home, I thought it seemed strange that the E and the N looked loose. But loose they are! Once at sea they're changed -- bolted in, maybe, I don't know how -- and there's your merchant ship at home and pirate ship at sea!\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_19": "\"You're a fool!\" he told her bitterly. \"You bought a punched meal ticket. Right now, I probably have six death warrants out on me, and about as much chance of making a living as -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"I'll stick to my chances. I don't have any others now.\"<|Q|> She grimaced. \"You get things done. Now that you've got a wife to support, you'll support her. Just remember, it was your idea.\"\n\nHe'd had a lot of ideas, it seemed. \"I've got a wife who's holding onto a notebook that belongs to me, then. Where is it?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_17": "He couldn't remember what he'd done after he found the badge. \"Okay, my mistake. But why the change of heart?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Because I needed a meal ticket!\"<|Q|> she said harshly. \"When I saw that Legal cop ready to take you, I had to go running out to save you. Because I don't have the iron guts to starve like a Martian!\"\n\nIt rocked him back on his mental heels. He'd thought that she had been attacking him on the street; but it made more sense this way, at that.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_18": "\"Have we then been harboring the like of him at home?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Aye -- to let him go free to scuttle the next fine ship, take all her cargo, and leave her valiant men to drown!\"<|Q|>\n\nThe Captain came forward, his hands upraised. \"How-now, men, be still! We are here to see what may take place, but if your voices should carry, as well they may, over the water, we should have little chance of it. Do you be still and watchful.\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_20": "\"You're a fool!\" he told her bitterly. \"You bought a punched meal ticket. Right now, I probably have six death warrants out on me, and about as much chance of making a living as -- \"\n\n\"I'll stick to my chances. I don't have any others now.\" She grimaced. <|Q|>\"You get things done. Now that you've got a wife to support, you'll support her. Just remember, it was your idea.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe'd had a lot of ideas, it seemed. \"I've got a wife who's holding onto a notebook that belongs to me, then. Where is it?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_23": "There was no one at the side entrance to Seventh Precinct Headquarters and only two corporals on duty inside; the rest were probably out fighting the Legals, or worrying about it. One of the corporals started to stand up and halt him, but wavered at the sight of the captain's star that was still pinned to his uniform.\n\n<|Q|>\"Special prisoners,\"<|Q|> Gordon told him sharply. \"I've got to get information to Trench -- and in private!\"\n\nThe corporal stuttered. Gordon knocked him out of the way with his elbow, reached for the door to Trench's private office, and yanked it open. He stepped through, drawing it shut behind him, while his eyes checked the position of his gun at his hip. Then he looked up.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_21": "In the dusk of this day he lay in Robin's arms, wizard no more; and asked that someone should give the call he knew so well -- the strange, short signal upon the horn which ever had rallied these men. Then as they, with dejected faces, drew nigh to him, he spoke to them all -- bidding them hate the laws and defy them so long as they were unjust and harsh. He counselled them to choose amongst themselves a new leader -- one who would be impartial and honest; and the one who could bend the best bow.\n\n<|Q|>\"Be not robbers to any who are poor and who are good fellows -- having only their poverty against them. Be kind to those who help you, but exact toll as heretofore of all who come through the greenwood. The rich to pay in money, and blood -- if it be necessary.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe added these words with an effort; and his mind wandered in the shadowy fields of death. Robin saw how his fingers twitched, as if they plucked still the cord of his good yew bow. He smoothed back Will's dark hair from off his brow, and put water to the outlaw's lips. Will o' th' Green glanced up at him, and something of his old expression -- half-grim, half-smiling -- showed that he struggled still to hold hands with life.", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_22": "He added these words with an effort; and his mind wandered in the shadowy fields of death. Robin saw how his fingers twitched, as if they plucked still the cord of his good yew bow. He smoothed back Will's dark hair from off his brow, and put water to the outlaw's lips. Will o' th' Green glanced up at him, and something of his old expression -- half-grim, half-smiling -- showed that he struggled still to hold hands with life.\n\n<|Q|>\"For you, Locksley,\"<|Q|> he muttered, puckering his brows, \"there are two roads open. One, to yield thyself to Monceux and the rack -- for not even your uncle at Gamewell should save you, even did he so wish; the other -- to join with these honest fellows and live a free life. What else is left to you? If you would be as dutiful to the laws as the earth to summer sun, it should not avail you. Your lord the Sheriff is in the hands of his girl -- and she listens with willing ear to Master Carfax. Ask not how I know these things. Your cousin is outlawed -- -- \"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_25": "The corporal stuttered. Gordon knocked him out of the way with his elbow, reached for the door to Trench's private office, and yanked it open. He stepped through, drawing it shut behind him, while his eyes checked the position of his gun at his hip. Then he looked up.\n\nThere was no sign of Trench. In his place, and in the uniform of a Municipal captain, sat the heavy figure of Jurgens. \"Outside!\" he snapped. Then his eyes narrowed, and a stiff smile came onto his lips as he laid the pen down. <|Q|>\"Oh, it's you, Gordon?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Where's Captain Trench?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_23": "[Illustration]\n\n<|Q|>\"Come, lads,\"<|Q|> Captain Blizzard said to them at last. \"We have seen what we had to see, and many is the witness now against Claggett Chew and all his company!\"\n\n\"Aye! Aye! That we are! We'll bear witness to such villainy -- they should all hang for it!\" the voices cried.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_24": "[Illustration]\n\n\"Come, lads,\" Captain Blizzard said to them at last. <|Q|>\"We have seen what we had to see, and many is the witness now against Claggett Chew and all his company!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Aye! Aye! That we are! We'll bear witness to such villainy -- they should all hang for it!\" the voices cried.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_28": "Gordon tried to grin in return as he moved closer, slipping the heavy locust club off his wrist.\n\n<|Q|>\"I sent Ape and Mullins out to get in touch with you,\"<|Q|> Jurgens said. \"But I guess they didn't reach you before you left.\"\n\nGordon shook his head slightly, while the nerves bunched and tingled in his neck. \"They hadn't arrived when I left the house,\" he said truthfully enough.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_29": "Gordon tried to grin in return as he moved closer, slipping the heavy locust club off his wrist.\n\n\"I sent Ape and Mullins out to get in touch with you,\" Jurgens said. <|Q|>\"But I guess they didn't reach you before you left.\"<|Q|>\n\nGordon shook his head slightly, while the nerves bunched and tingled in his neck. \"They hadn't arrived when I left the house,\" he said truthfully enough.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_21": "Sure enough, as the fine white sails of a good-sized vessel made its way around the point of land, distant shouts and confusion could be heard on the Vulture. Looking through his glass, which he lent to Amos every few moments, Chris could make out scurrying figures on the deck of the pirate ship, men springing up the rigging and others walking up the anchor as quickly as they could. On the bridge Chris could see the tall gaunt height of Claggett Chew. The humpbacked figure of Simon Gosler stood rubbing his hands, at one side of his master, while on the other, observing the work of the sailors with a supercilious air, leaned a familiar and ridiculous figure. Dressed as if for a court ball at Versailles and holding his lorgnette a few inches from his nose, Osterbridge Hawsey remained elegantly aloof from anything so degrading as hard work. He looked on with a superior smile as the black sails were unfurled, the anchor was heaved dripping from its bed, and the hard-pressed dirty crew made all speed to go in advance of the oncoming ship. Still others among the pirates could be plainly seen manning the guns that had already been brought out from their hiding places, while still more stood by to furnish their comrades with cannon balls and powder. Amos became so excited he leaned too far forward, and, nothing learned from his nightly difficulties with his hammock, fell out of the tree onto the heads and shoulders of the men below, causing astonishment and swallowed laughter before he was hoisted back up again.\n\n<|Q|>\"Bless my cap and buttons!\"<|Q|> Ned Cilley cried, \"there's to be a fight for sartin. I can see the flash of light on the swords and axes!\"\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_31": "The truck faltered as it hit the nearly finished obstacle, and Gordon felt his stomach squashing down onto the wheel. He kept his foot to the floor, strewing bits of the barricade behind him, until he was beyond the range of the Legal guns that were firing suddenly. Then he stopped and got out carefully, with his hands up.\n\n<|Q|>\"Captain Bruce Gordon, with two prisoners -- bodyguards of Captain Jurgens,\"<|Q|> he reported to the three men in bright new Legal uniform who were approaching warily. \"How do I sign up with you?\"\n\nChapter XIII", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_29": "\"'tis my advice you had best return with us now, or you might be missed by one or another of the men, and they have much time to think. You shall do what has been set for you to do -- we shall stay here another day to take on water and fresh fruits.\"\n\nHe looked smilingly down at Chris but his eyes were concerned. \"It will not be a moment too soon for me until I see you safe and sound on board again, my lad,\" he said, <|Q|>\"for I like you well and would have no smallest harm come to you.\"<|Q|>\n\nTogether they went down to the beach and the waiting dinghy. Chris dared not look at the sky above them for he knew night was darkening it, and with the night he must leave.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_2": "Then Ned Cilley, oldest of the Mirabelle's sailors, came panting up from the cove and Zachary's grave to look out from the leaves at the base of the boys' tree.\n\n\"Oh, Lordy, Lordy!\" he exclaimed when he caught sight of the black ship, the last of her somber sails being taken in, \"what did I tell you, lads?\" he cried, addressing anyone and everyone near enough to hear him. <|Q|>\"That be the Black Vulture, the pirate ship. No vessel is safe near the Black Vulture! What a God's mercy that all of us, and the Mirabelle, are out of sight, for the men aboard the Vulture know no pity, lads!\"<|Q|>\n\nGrowls and murmurs rumbled along the shore from clump to clump of leaves where the men stood hidden. Chris pulled his spyglass from his pocket and looked eagerly at the pirate ship only a little way out from shore.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_1": "He was standing behind the table, turning over a pile of blueprints nervously. The yellow light from the student\u2019s lamp fell on his hands and the purple sleeves of his velvet smoking-jacket, but his flushed face and big, hard head were in the shadow. There was something about him that made Hilda wish herself at her hotel again, in the street below, anywhere but where she was.\n\n\u201cOf course I know, Bartley,\u201d she said at last, <|Q|>\u201cthat after this you won\u2019t owe me the least consideration. But we sail on Tuesday. I saw that interview in the paper yesterday, telling where you were, and I thought I had to see you. That\u2019s all. Good-night; I\u2019m going now.\u201d<|Q|> She turned and her hand closed on the door-knob.\n\nAlexander hurried toward her and took her gently by the arm. \u201cSit down, Hilda; you\u2019re wet through. Let me take off your coat \u2014 and your boots; they\u2019re oozing water.\u201d He knelt down and began to unlace her shoes, while Hilda shrank into the chair. \u201cHere, put your feet on this stool. You don\u2019t mean to say you walked down \u2014 and without overshoes!\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_4": "\"Ned!\" he called down softly, for sound carries far and clearly over water, as every sailor knows, \"Ned, don't most ships just paint the name on the side?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Aye lad, that they do,\"<|Q|> Ned replied in a puzzled tone, looking up through the leaves at the two boys.\n\n\"Then isn't it unusual to have letters carved of wood and gilded, on the side of a ship?\" Chris persisted.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_3": "\u201cthat after this you won\u2019t owe me the least consideration. But we sail on Tuesday. I saw that interview in the paper yesterday, telling where you were, and I thought I had to see you. That\u2019s all. Good-night; I\u2019m going now.\u201d She turned and her hand closed on the door-knob.\n\nAlexander hurried toward her and took her gently by the arm. \u201cSit down, Hilda; you\u2019re wet through. Let me take off your coat \u2014 and your boots; they\u2019re oozing water.\u201d He knelt down and began to unlace her shoes, while Hilda shrank into the chair. <|Q|>\u201cHere, put your feet on this stool. You don\u2019t mean to say you walked down \u2014 and without overshoes!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda hid her face in her hands. \u201cI was afraid to take a cab. Can\u2019t you see, Bartley, that I\u2019m terribly frightened? I\u2019ve been through this a hundred times to-day. Don\u2019t be any more angry than you can help. I was all right until I knew you were in town. If you\u2019d sent me a note, or telephoned me, or anything! But you won\u2019t let me write to you, and I had to see you after that letter, that terrible letter you wrote me when you got home.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_5": "\"A respectable landlord has to protect himself, Izzy. For hiding and a convoy back, our Captain Trench gave me a paper with immunity from the Municipal Force. Used that, with a bit of my old reputation, to get your Mayor Gannett to give me the same from the Legals. Gannett didn't want Mother Corey to think the Municipals were kinder than the Legals, so you're in the only neutral territory in Marsport. Not that you deserve it.\"\n\n\"Lay off, Mother,\" Izzy said sharply. <|Q|>\"I told you I had to do it. I take care of the side that pays my cut, and the bloody administration pulled the plug on my beat twice. Only honest thing to do was to join the Legals.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"And get your rating upped to a lieutenant,\" Mother Corey observed. \"Without telling cobber Gordon!\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_7": "\"Then isn't it unusual to have letters carved of wood and gilded, on the side of a ship?\" Chris persisted.\n\n\"Aye, that it be.\" Ned's puzzled tone was sharper now and he looked up at Chris and then out to the pirate vessel. <|Q|>\"What're ye aimin' at now, me lad, eh?\"<|Q|> Ned asked. \"What's in your mind?\"\n\n\"Just tell me what ships you know whose name is not painted on but set in carved letters, Ned,\" Chris said, and he lowered his glass and looked down.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_12": "\"How long have I been like this?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Fifteen hours, I guess. It's almost midnight.\"<|Q|> She bent over to pick up the bandages and to finish with his head. \"Are you hungry? There's some canned soup -- I took the money from your pocket. Or coffee...\"\n\n\"Coffee.\" He forced himself up again; Sheila propped the flimsy pillow behind him, then went into her room to come back with a plastic cup filled with brown liquid that passed for coffee here. It was loaded with caffeine, at least.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_8": "\"Then isn't it unusual to have letters carved of wood and gilded, on the side of a ship?\" Chris persisted.\n\n\"Aye, that it be.\" Ned's puzzled tone was sharper now and he looked up at Chris and then out to the pirate vessel. \"What're ye aimin' at now, me lad, eh?\" Ned asked. <|Q|>\"What's in your mind?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Just tell me what ships you know whose name is not painted on but set in carved letters, Ned,\" Chris said, and he lowered his glass and looked down.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_9": "\"Aye, that it be.\" Ned's puzzled tone was sharper now and he looked up at Chris and then out to the pirate vessel. \"What're ye aimin' at now, me lad, eh?\" Ned asked. \"What's in your mind?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Just tell me what ships you know whose name is not painted on but set in carved letters, Ned,\"<|Q|> Chris said, and he lowered his glass and looked down.\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_11": "Hilda smiled up at him beautifully and put her hand on his sleeve. \u201cOh, Bartley! Did you write to me? Why didn\u2019t you telephone me to let me know that you had? Then I wouldn\u2019t have come.\u201d\n\nAlexander slipped his arm about her. <|Q|>\u201cI didn\u2019t know it before, Hilda, on my honor I didn\u2019t, but I believe it was because, deep down in me somewhere, I was hoping I might drive you to do just this. I\u2019ve watched that door all day. I\u2019ve jumped up if the fire crackled. I think I have felt that you were coming.\u201d<|Q|> He bent his face over her hair.\n\n\u201cAnd I,\u201d she whispered, \u2014 \u201cI felt that you were feeling that. But when I came, I thought I had been mistaken.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_12": "Alexander slipped his arm about her. \u201cI didn\u2019t know it before, Hilda, on my honor I didn\u2019t, but I believe it was because, deep down in me somewhere, I was hoping I might drive you to do just this. I\u2019ve watched that door all day. I\u2019ve jumped up if the fire crackled. I think I have felt that you were coming.\u201d He bent his face over her hair.\n\n\u201cAnd I,\u201d she whispered, \u2014 <|Q|>\u201cI felt that you were feeling that. But when I came, I thought I had been mistaken.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander started up and began to walk up and down the room.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_11": "Their conversation, in the silence, had had some quality of excitement in it that had been caught by the others, for when Chris glanced down he saw half the ship's company knotted around the base of the tree, and a half-circle of faces turned up to his, along with Ned's.\n\nNed's face puckered with effort for a few moments, as he muttered: \"Let me see, now. There's the Southerner -- no, that's painted on, or the Priscilla Drew -- no; that's painted too.\" He turned, searching the faces of his friends. <|Q|>\"Come, boys, what ship has carved letters for her name, not painted ones? Where's a better memory nor mine?\"<|Q|>\n\nThe Captain and Mr. Finney came to join the crowd, standing back in the shadow of the palm grove. Both men were listening attentively. It was Bowie who finally spoke up slowly, as if unwillingly.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_13": "Alexander started up and began to walk up and down the room.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, you weren\u2019t mistaken. I\u2019ve been up in Canada with my bridge, and I arranged not to come to New York until after you had gone. Then, when your manager added two more weeks, I was already committed.\u201d<|Q|> He dropped upon the stool in front of her and sat with his hands hanging between his knees. \u201cWhat am I to do, Hilda?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s what I wanted to see you about, Bartley. I\u2019m going to do what you asked me to do when you were in London. Only I\u2019ll do it more completely. I\u2019m going to marry.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_15": "\u201cNo, you weren\u2019t mistaken. I\u2019ve been up in Canada with my bridge, and I arranged not to come to New York until after you had gone. Then, when your manager added two more weeks, I was already committed.\u201d He dropped upon the stool in front of her and sat with his hands hanging between his knees. \u201cWhat am I to do, Hilda?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThat\u2019s what I wanted to see you about, Bartley. I\u2019m going to do what you asked me to do when you were in London. Only I\u2019ll do it more completely. I\u2019m going to marry.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWho?\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_14": "He was surrounded at once by a low murmur of assent from all sides. \"Aye aye!\" \"That be so!\" \"'Tis so!\" Chris from his higher perch, pointed an accusing finger out to sea.\n\n<|Q|>\"Look then, for there's your same ship! The Venture and the Vulture are one and the same! Here -- take my glass,\"<|Q|> he cried handing it down. \"See the two second letters -- they are just a bit aslant. Weeks ago, at home, I thought it seemed strange that the E and the N looked loose. But loose they are! Once at sea they're changed -- bolted in, maybe, I don't know how -- and there's your merchant ship at home and pirate ship at sea!\"\n\nThe men turned, wonderingly but angrily too, for the remembrance of what Zachary Heigh had tried to do, and so nearly succeeded in, rankled, and they now began to understand many things. Voices began to rise dangerously high in the growing ill-feeling.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_17": "\"And his friend with the airs!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Have we then been harboring the like of him at home?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Aye -- to let him go free to scuttle the next fine ship, take all her cargo, and leave her valiant men to drown!\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_18": "Alexander moved restlessly. \u201cAre you joking, Hilda?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIndeed I\u2019m not.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThen you don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_19": "\"Aye -- to let him go free to scuttle the next fine ship, take all her cargo, and leave her valiant men to drown!\"\n\nThe Captain came forward, his hands upraised. <|Q|>\"How-now, men, be still! We are here to see what may take place, but if your voices should carry, as well they may, over the water, we should have little chance of it. Do you be still and watchful.\"<|Q|>\n\nA low cry came from Amos, who had not taken his eyes from the sea.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_20": "A low cry came from Amos, who had not taken his eyes from the sea.\n\n<|Q|>\"Look! Around the point! Here comes another ship -- looks like that was what the ol' blackbird was a-waiting for!\"<|Q|>\n\nSure enough, as the fine white sails of a good-sized vessel made its way around the point of land, distant shouts and confusion could be heard on the Vulture. Looking through his glass, which he lent to Amos every few moments, Chris could make out scurrying figures on the deck of the pirate ship, men springing up the rigging and others walking up the anchor as quickly as they could. On the bridge Chris could see the tall gaunt height of Claggett Chew. The humpbacked figure of Simon Gosler stood rubbing his hands, at one side of his master, while on the other, observing the work of the sailors with a supercilious air, leaned a familiar and ridiculous figure. Dressed as if for a court ball at Versailles and holding his lorgnette a few inches from his nose, Osterbridge Hawsey remained elegantly aloof from anything so degrading as hard work. He looked on with a superior smile as the black sails were unfurled, the anchor was heaved dripping from its bed, and the hard-pressed dirty crew made all speed to go in advance of the oncoming ship. Still others among the pirates could be plainly seen manning the guns that had already been brought out from their hiding places, while still more stood by to furnish their comrades with cannon balls and powder. Amos became so excited he leaned too far forward, and, nothing learned from his nightly difficulties with his hammock, fell out of the tree onto the heads and shoulders of the men below, causing astonishment and swallowed laughter before he was hoisted back up again.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_26": "There was no sign of Trench. In his place, and in the uniform of a Municipal captain, sat the heavy figure of Jurgens. \"Outside!\" he snapped. Then his eyes narrowed, and a stiff smile came onto his lips as he laid the pen down. \"Oh, it's you, Gordon?\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Where's Captain Trench?\"<|Q|>\n\nThe heavy features didn't change as Jurgens chuckled. \"Commissioner Trench, Gordon. It seems Arliss decided to get rid of Mayor Wayne, but didn't count on Wayne's spies being better than his. So Trench got promoted -- and I got his job for loyal service in helping the Force recruit. My boys always wanted to be cops, you know.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_23": "There was a flash in her eyes that made Alexander\u2019s fall. He got up and went over to the window, threw it open, and leaned out. He heard Hilda moving about behind him. When he looked over his shoulder she was lacing her boots. He went back and stood over her.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cHilda you\u2019d better think a while longer before you do that. I don\u2019t know what I ought to say, but I don\u2019t believe you\u2019d be happy; truly I don\u2019t. Aren\u2019t you trying to frighten me?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe tied the knot of the last lacing and put her boot-heel down firmly. \u201cNo; I\u2019m telling you what I\u2019ve made up my mind to do. I suppose I would better do it without telling you. But afterward I shan\u2019t have an opportunity to explain, for I shan\u2019t be seeing you again.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_22": "Sure enough, as the fine white sails of a good-sized vessel made its way around the point of land, distant shouts and confusion could be heard on the Vulture. Looking through his glass, which he lent to Amos every few moments, Chris could make out scurrying figures on the deck of the pirate ship, men springing up the rigging and others walking up the anchor as quickly as they could. On the bridge Chris could see the tall gaunt height of Claggett Chew. The humpbacked figure of Simon Gosler stood rubbing his hands, at one side of his master, while on the other, observing the work of the sailors with a supercilious air, leaned a familiar and ridiculous figure. Dressed as if for a court ball at Versailles and holding his lorgnette a few inches from his nose, Osterbridge Hawsey remained elegantly aloof from anything so degrading as hard work. He looked on with a superior smile as the black sails were unfurled, the anchor was heaved dripping from its bed, and the hard-pressed dirty crew made all speed to go in advance of the oncoming ship. Still others among the pirates could be plainly seen manning the guns that had already been brought out from their hiding places, while still more stood by to furnish their comrades with cannon balls and powder. Amos became so excited he leaned too far forward, and, nothing learned from his nightly difficulties with his hammock, fell out of the tree onto the heads and shoulders of the men below, causing astonishment and swallowed laughter before he was hoisted back up again.\n\n\"Bless my cap and buttons!\" Ned Cilley cried, <|Q|>\"there's to be a fight for sartin. I can see the flash of light on the swords and axes!\"<|Q|>\n\n[Illustration]", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_25": "\"Come, lads,\" Captain Blizzard said to them at last. \"We have seen what we had to see, and many is the witness now against Claggett Chew and all his company!\"\n\n<|Q|>\"Aye! Aye! That we are! We'll bear witness to such villainy -- they should all hang for it!\"<|Q|> the voices cried.\n\n\"Then let us go back to our own ship, for the dreaded Vulture is not yet gone, and unarmed as we too are, what chance have we against cannon balls and armed men?\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_27": "The men turned about and trouped back to the dinghies, while Captain Blizzard stayed behind a moment to speak to Chris.\n\n\"My boy,\" he said, his hand on Chris's shoulder, as in front of them in the late afternoon light the men of the Mirabelle made their way back to the ship, <|Q|>\"'tis my advice you had best return with us now, or you might be missed by one or another of the men, and they have much time to think. You shall do what has been set for you to do -- we shall stay here another day to take on water and fresh fruits.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe looked smilingly down at Chris but his eyes were concerned. \"It will not be a moment too soon for me until I see you safe and sound on board again, my lad,\" he said, \"for I like you well and would have no smallest harm come to you.\"", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_28": "\"My boy,\" he said, his hand on Chris's shoulder, as in front of them in the late afternoon light the men of the Mirabelle made their way back to the ship, \"'tis my advice you had best return with us now, or you might be missed by one or another of the men, and they have much time to think. You shall do what has been set for you to do -- we shall stay here another day to take on water and fresh fruits.\"\n\nHe looked smilingly down at Chris but his eyes were concerned. <|Q|>\"It will not be a moment too soon for me until I see you safe and sound on board again, my lad,\"<|Q|> he said, \"for I like you well and would have no smallest harm come to you.\"\n\nTogether they went down to the beach and the waiting dinghy. Chris dared not look at the sky above them for he knew night was darkening it, and with the night he must leave.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_26": "\"Aye! Aye! That we are! We'll bear witness to such villainy -- they should all hang for it!\" the voices cried.\n\n<|Q|>\"Then let us go back to our own ship, for the dreaded Vulture is not yet gone, and unarmed as we too are, what chance have we against cannon balls and armed men?\"<|Q|>\n\nThe men turned about and trouped back to the dinghies, while Captain Blizzard stayed behind a moment to speak to Chris.", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_30": "\"I sent Ape and Mullins out to get in touch with you,\" Jurgens said. \"But I guess they didn't reach you before you left.\"\n\nGordon shook his head slightly, while the nerves bunched and tingled in his neck. <|Q|>\"They hadn't arrived when I left the house,\"<|Q|> he said truthfully enough.\n\nJurgens reached out for tobacco and filled a pipe. He fumbled in his pockets, as if looking for a light. \"Too bad. I knew you weren't in top shape, so I figured a convoy might be handy. Well, no matter. Trench left some instructions about you, and -- \"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_3": "\"Big enough for him and for Trench, Izzy,\" Mother Corey's wheezing voice agreed. \"Had to be big to fit me.\"\n\n<|Q|>\"You mean you hid Trench out, too?\"<|Q|> Izzy asked.\n\nThere was a thick chuckle and the sound of hands being rubbed together. \"A respectable landlord has to protect himself, Izzy. For hiding and a convoy back, our Captain Trench gave me a paper with immunity from the Municipal Force. Used that, with a bit of my old reputation, to get your Mayor Gannett to give me the same from the Legals. Gannett didn't want Mother Corey to think the Municipals were kinder than the Legals, so you're in the only neutral territory in Marsport. Not that you deserve it.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_0": "He was standing behind the table, turning over a pile of blueprints nervously. The yellow light from the student\u2019s lamp fell on his hands and the purple sleeves of his velvet smoking-jacket, but his flushed face and big, hard head were in the shadow. There was something about him that made Hilda wish herself at her hotel again, in the street below, anywhere but where she was.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOf course I know, Bartley,\u201d<|Q|> she said at last, \u201cthat after this you won\u2019t owe me the least consideration. But we sail on Tuesday. I saw that interview in the paper yesterday, telling where you were, and I thought I had to see you. That\u2019s all. Good-night; I\u2019m going now.\u201d She turned and her hand closed on the door-knob.\n\nAlexander hurried toward her and took her gently by the arm. \u201cSit down, Hilda; you\u2019re wet through. Let me take off your coat \u2014 and your boots; they\u2019re oozing water", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_3": "It looked familiar, although Chris had had time to see so few ships he could not be certain. He shifted the glass, looking at details here and there, and at the name in gold carved letters against the black-painted side. Vulture. The letters stood out neat and clear and then Chris's heart stopped and started again.\n\n\"Ned!\" he called down softly, for sound carries far and clearly over water, as every sailor knows, <|Q|>\"Ned, don't most ships just paint the name on the side?\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Aye lad, that they do,\" Ned replied in a puzzled tone, looking up through the leaves at the two boys.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_2": "\u201cOf course I know, Bartley,\u201d she said at last, \u201cthat after this you won\u2019t owe me the least consideration. But we sail on Tuesday. I saw that interview in the paper yesterday, telling where you were, and I thought I had to see you. That\u2019s all. Good-night; I\u2019m going now.\u201d She turned and her hand closed on the door-knob.\n\nAlexander hurried toward her and took her gently by the arm. <|Q|>\u201cSit down, Hilda; you\u2019re wet through. Let me take off your coat \u2014 and your boots; they\u2019re oozing water.\u201d<|Q|> He knelt down and began to unlace her shoes, while Hilda shrank into the chair. \u201cHere, put your feet on this stool. You don\u2019t mean to say you walked down \u2014 and without overshoes!\u201d\n\nHilda hid her face in her hands. \u201cI was afraid to take a cab. Can\u2019t you see, Bartley, that I\u2019m terribly frightened? I\u2019ve been through this a hundred times to-day. Don\u2019t be any more angry than you can help. I was all right until I knew you were in town. If you\u2019d sent me a note, or telephoned me, or anything! But you won\u2019t let me write to you, and I had to see you after that letter, that terrible letter you wrote me when you got home.\u201d", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_5": "\"Aye lad, that they do,\" Ned replied in a puzzled tone, looking up through the leaves at the two boys.\n\n<|Q|>\"Then isn't it unusual to have letters carved of wood and gilded, on the side of a ship?\"<|Q|> Chris persisted.\n\n\"Aye, that it be.\" Ned's puzzled tone was sharper now and he looked up at Chris and then out to the pirate vessel. \"What're ye aimin' at now, me lad, eh?\" Ned asked. \"What's in your mind?\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_6": "Alexander faced her, resting his arm on the mantel behind him, and began to brush the sleeve of his jacket. \u201cIs this the way you mean to answer it, Hilda?\u201d he asked unsteadily.\n\nShe was afraid to look up at him. <|Q|>\u201cDidn\u2019t \u2014 didn\u2019t you mean even to say goodby to me, Bartley? Did you mean just to \u2014 quit me?\u201d<|Q|> she asked. \u201cI came to tell you that I\u2019m willing to do as you asked me. But it\u2019s no use talking about that now. Give me my things, please.\u201d She put her hand out toward the fender.\n\nAlexander sat down on the arm of her chair. \u201cDid you think I had forgotten you were in town, Hilda? Do you think I kept away by accident? Did you suppose I didn\u2019t know you were sailing on Tuesday? There is a letter for you there, in my desk drawer. It was to have reached you on the steamer. I was all the morning writing it. I told myself that if I were really thinking of you, and not of myself, a letter would be better than nothing. Marks on paper mean something to you", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_5": "\u201cI was afraid to take a cab. Can\u2019t you see, Bartley, that I\u2019m terribly frightened? I\u2019ve been through this a hundred times to-day. Don\u2019t be any more angry than you can help. I was all right until I knew you were in town. If you\u2019d sent me a note, or telephoned me, or anything! But you won\u2019t let me write to you, and I had to see you after that letter, that terrible letter you wrote me when you got home.\u201d\n\nAlexander faced her, resting his arm on the mantel behind him, and began to brush the sleeve of his jacket. <|Q|>\u201cIs this the way you mean to answer it, Hilda?\u201d<|Q|> he asked unsteadily.\n\nShe was afraid to look up at him. \u201cDidn\u2019t \u2014 didn\u2019t you mean even to say goodby to me, Bartley? Did you mean just to \u2014 quit me?\u201d she asked. \u201cI came to tell you that I\u2019m willing to do as you asked me. But it\u2019s no use talking about that now. Give me my things, please.\u201d She put her hand out toward the fender.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_5": "But that individual already had his head in the cupboard, which soon engrossed them both.\n\nDr. Fisher was called in the middle of the morning to see what was the matter with Polly's eyes. The little man looked at her keenly over his spectacles; then he said, <|Q|>\u201cWhen were you taken?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThis morning,\u201d answered Polly, her eyes smarting.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_6": "\u201cThis morning,\u201d answered Polly, her eyes smarting.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDidn't you feel badly before?\u201d<|Q|> questioned the doctor. Polly thought back; and then she remembered that she had felt very badly; that when she was baking over the old stove the day before her back had ached dreadfully; and that, somehow, when she sat down to sew, it didn't stop; only her eyes had bothered her so; she didn't mind her back so much.\n\n\u201cI thought so,\u201d said the doctor, when Polly answered. \u201cAnd those eyes of yours have been used too much; what has she been doing, ma'am", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_14": "\"Coffee.\" He forced himself up again; Sheila propped the flimsy pillow behind him, then went into her room to come back with a plastic cup filled with brown liquid that passed for coffee here. It was loaded with caffeine, at least.\n\n\"Why'd you come back?\" he asked suddenly. <|Q|>\"You were anxious enough to pick the lock and get out.\"<|Q|>\n\n\"I didn't pick it -- you forgot to lock it.\"", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_10": "\u201cDid you think I had forgotten you were in town, Hilda? Do you think I kept away by accident? Did you suppose I didn\u2019t know you were sailing on Tuesday? There is a letter for you there, in my desk drawer. It was to have reached you on the steamer. I was all the morning writing it. I told myself that if I were really thinking of you, and not of myself, a letter would be better than nothing. Marks on paper mean something to you.\u201d He paused. \u201cThey never did to me.\u201d\n\nHilda smiled up at him beautifully and put her hand on his sleeve. <|Q|>\u201cOh, Bartley! Did you write to me? Why didn\u2019t you telephone me to let me know that you had? Then I wouldn\u2019t have come.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander slipped his arm about her. \u201cI didn\u2019t know it before, Hilda, on my honor I didn\u2019t, but I believe it was because, deep down in me somewhere, I was hoping I might drive you to do just this. I\u2019ve watched that door all day. I\u2019ve jumped up if the fire crackled. I think I have felt that you were coming.\u201d He bent his face over her hair.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_10": "\u201cHumph!\u201d said the doctor; \u201cwell, she won't again in one spell; her eyes are very bad.\u201d\n\nAt this a whoop, small but terrible to hear, came from the middle of the bed; and Phronsie sat bolt upright. Everybody started; while Phronsie broke out, <|Q|>\u201cDon't make my Polly sick! oh! please don't!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHey!\u201d said the doctor; and he looked kindly at the small object with a very red face in the middle of the bed. Then he added, gently, \u201cWe're going to make Polly well, little girl; so that she can see splendidly.\u201d", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_18": "He couldn't remember what he'd done after he found the badge. \"Okay, my mistake. But why the change of heart?\"\n\n\"Because I needed a meal ticket!\" she said harshly. <|Q|>\"When I saw that Legal cop ready to take you, I had to go running out to save you. Because I don't have the iron guts to starve like a Martian!\"<|Q|>\n\nIt rocked him back on his mental heels. He'd thought that she had been attacking him on the street; but it made more sense this way, at that.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_11": "At this a whoop, small but terrible to hear, came from the middle of the bed; and Phronsie sat bolt upright. Everybody started; while Phronsie broke out, \u201cDon't make my Polly sick! oh! please don't!\u201d\n\n\u201cHey!\u201d said the doctor; and he looked kindly at the small object with a very red face in the middle of the bed. Then he added, gently, <|Q|>\u201cWe're going to make Polly well, little girl; so that she can see splendidly.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWill you, really?\u201d asked the child, doubtfully.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_13": "\u201cYes,\u201d said the doctor; \u201cwe'll try hard; and you mustn't cry; 'cause then Polly'll cry, and that will make her eyes very bad; very bad indeed,\u201d he repeated, impressively.\n\n\u201cI won't cry,\u201d said Phronsie; <|Q|>\u201cno, not one bit.\u201d<|Q|> And she wiped off the last tear with her fat little hand, and watched to see what next was to be done.\n\nAnd Polly was left, very rebellious indeed, in the big bed, with a cooling lotion on the poor eyes, that somehow didn't cool them one bit.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_16": "\"Ah -- the dirty dog -- \"\n\n<|Q|>\"And his friend with the airs!\"<|Q|>\n\n\"Have we then been harboring the like of him at home?\"", "Solo.7585.8131.policeyourplanet_12_delray_64kb_21": "\"I'll stick to my chances. I don't have any others now.\" She grimaced. \"You get things done. Now that you've got a wife to support, you'll support her. Just remember, it was your idea.\"\n\nHe'd had a lot of ideas, it seemed. <|Q|>\"I've got a wife who's holding onto a notebook that belongs to me, then. Where is it?\"<|Q|>\n\nShe shook her head. \"I'm keeping the notebook for insurance. Blackmail, Bruce. You should understand that! And you won't find it, so don't bother looking...\" She went into the other room and shut the door. There was the sound of the lock being worked, and then silence.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_16": "\u201cIf 'twas anythin' but my eyes, mammy, I could stand it,\u201d she bewailed, flouncing over and over in her impatience; \u201cand who'll do all the work now?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon't think of the work, Polly,\u201d<|Q|> said Mrs. Pepper.\n\n\u201cI can't do anything but think,\u201d said poor Polly.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_19": "\u201cIndeed I\u2019m not.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThen you don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes, I know very well. I\u2019ve thought about it a great deal, and I\u2019ve quite decided. I never used to understand how women did things like that, but I know now. It\u2019s because they can\u2019t be at the mercy of the man they love any longer.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_21": "\u201cYes, I know very well. I\u2019ve thought about it a great deal, and I\u2019ve quite decided. I never used to understand how women did things like that, but I know now. It\u2019s because they can\u2019t be at the mercy of the man they love any longer.\u201d\n\nAlexander flushed angrily. <|Q|>\u201cSo it\u2019s better to be at the mercy of a man you don\u2019t love?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cUnder such circumstances, infinitely!\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_20": "\u201cThen you don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYes, I know very well. I\u2019ve thought about it a great deal, and I\u2019ve quite decided. I never used to understand how women did things like that, but I know now. It\u2019s because they can\u2019t be at the mercy of the man they love any longer.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander flushed angrily. \u201cSo it\u2019s better to be at the mercy of a man you don\u2019t love?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_22": "Alexander flushed angrily. \u201cSo it\u2019s better to be at the mercy of a man you don\u2019t love?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cUnder such circumstances, infinitely!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThere was a flash in her eyes that made Alexander\u2019s fall. He got up and went over to the window, threw it open, and leaned out. He heard Hilda moving about behind him. When he looked over his shoulder she was lacing her boots. He went back and stood over her.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_20": "\u201cI've come,\u201d said a cracked voice, close up by the bedroom door, followed by a big black cap, which could belong to no other than Grandma Bascom, \u201cto set by you a spell; what's the matter?\u201d she asked, and stopped, amazed to see Polly in bed.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, Polly's taken,\u201d<|Q|> screamed Mrs. Pepper in her ear.\n\n\u201cTaken!\u201d repeated the old lady, \u201cwhat is it -- a fit?\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_21": "\u201cOh, Polly's taken,\u201d screamed Mrs. Pepper in her ear.\n\n\u201cTaken!\u201d repeated the old lady, <|Q|>\u201cwhat is it -- a fit?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper; \u201cthe same as Ben's got; and Phronsie; the measles.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_26": "Alexander started to speak, but caught himself. When Hilda rose he sat down on the arm of her chair and drew her back into it.\n\n\u201cI wouldn\u2019t be so much alarmed if I didn\u2019t know how utterly reckless you can be. Don\u2019t do anything like that rashly.\u201d His face grew troubled. <|Q|>\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t be happy. You are not that kind of woman. I\u2019d never have another hour\u2019s peace if I helped to make you do a thing like that.\u201d<|Q|> He took her face between his hands and looked down into it. \u201cYou see, you are different, Hilda. Don\u2019t you know you are?\u201d His voice grew softer, his touch more and more tender. \u201cSome women can do that sort of thing, but you \u2014 you can love as queens did, in the old time.\u201d\n\nHilda had heard that soft, deep tone in his voice only once before. She closed her eyes; her lips and eyelids trembled. \u201cOnly one, Bartley. Only one. And he threw it back at me a second time.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_23": "\u201cNo,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper; \u201cthe same as Ben's got; and Phronsie; the measles.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThe measles, has she?\u201d<|Q|> said grandma; \u201cwell, that's bad; and Ben's away, you say.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, he isn't either,\u201d screamed Mrs. Pepper, \u201che's got them, too!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_24": "\u201cNo,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper; \u201cthe same as Ben's got; and Phronsie; the measles.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe measles, has she?\u201d said grandma; <|Q|>\u201cwell, that's bad; and Ben's away, you say.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo, he isn't either,\u201d screamed Mrs. Pepper, \u201che's got them, too!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_25": "\u201cThe measles, has she?\u201d said grandma; \u201cwell, that's bad; and Ben's away, you say.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, he isn't either,\u201d<|Q|> screamed Mrs. Pepper, \u201che's got them, too!\u201d\n\n\u201cGot two what?\u201d asked grandma.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_27": "Alexander started to speak, but caught himself. When Hilda rose he sat down on the arm of her chair and drew her back into it.\n\n\u201cI wouldn\u2019t be so much alarmed if I didn\u2019t know how utterly reckless you can be. Don\u2019t do anything like that rashly.\u201d His face grew troubled. \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t be happy. You are not that kind of woman. I\u2019d never have another hour\u2019s peace if I helped to make you do a thing like that.\u201d He took her face between his hands and looked down into it. <|Q|>\u201cYou see, you are different, Hilda. Don\u2019t you know you are?\u201d<|Q|> His voice grew softer, his touch more and more tender. \u201cSome women can do that sort of thing, but you \u2014 you can love as queens did, in the old time.\u201d\n\nHilda had heard that soft, deep tone in his voice only once before. She closed her eyes; her lips and eyelids trembled. \u201cOnly one, Bartley. Only one. And he threw it back at me a second time.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_27": "\u201cNo, he isn't either,\u201d screamed Mrs. Pepper, \u201che's got them, too!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cGot two what?\u201d<|Q|> asked grandma.\n\n\u201cMeasles! he's got the measles too,\u201d repeated Mrs. Pepper, loud as she could; so loud that the old lady's cap trembled at the noise.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_26": "\u201cThe measles, has she?\u201d said grandma; \u201cwell, that's bad; and Ben's away, you say.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, he isn't either,\u201d screamed Mrs. Pepper, <|Q|>\u201che's got them, too!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cGot two what?\u201d asked grandma.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_29": "\u201cMeasles! he's got the measles too,\u201d repeated Mrs. Pepper, loud as she could; so loud that the old lady's cap trembled at the noise.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh! the dreadful!\u201d<|Q|> said grandma; \u201cand this girl too?\u201d laying her hand on Phronsie's head.\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, feeling it a little relief to tell over her miseries; \u201call three of them!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_2": "\u201cThere isn't any table to set,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, sadly; \u201cthere isn't anybody to eat anything, Davie; you and Joel can get something out of the cupboard.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cCan we get whatever we've a mind to, ma?\u201d<|Q|> cried Joel, who followed Davie, rubbing his face with a towel after his morning ablutions.\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d replied his mother, absently.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_3": "\u201cYes,\u201d replied his mother, absently.\n\n\u201cCome on, Dave!\u201d cried Joel; <|Q|>\u201cwe'll have a breakfast!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWe mustn't,\u201d said little Davie, doubtfully, \u201ceat the whole, Joey.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_4": "\u201cCome on, Dave!\u201d cried Joel; \u201cwe'll have a breakfast!\u201d\n\n\u201cWe mustn't,\u201d said little Davie, doubtfully, <|Q|>\u201ceat the whole, Joey.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nBut that individual already had his head in the cupboard, which soon engrossed them both.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_32": "\u201cI haven't,\u201d said Joel, coming in in hopes that grandma had a stray peppermint or two in her pocket, as she sometimes did; \u201cand I'm not going to, either.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, dear,\u201d<|Q|> groaned his mother; \u201cthat's what Polly said; and she's got 'em bad. It's her eyes,\u201d she screamed to grandma, who looked inquiringly.\n\n\u201cHer eyes, is it?\u201d asked Mrs. Bascom; \u201cwell, I've got a receet that cousin Samanthy's folks had when John's children had 'em; and I'll run right along home and get it,\u201d and she started to go.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_31": "\u201cYes,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, feeling it a little relief to tell over her miseries; \u201call three of them!\u201d\n\n\u201cI haven't,\u201d said Joel, coming in in hopes that grandma had a stray peppermint or two in her pocket, as she sometimes did; <|Q|>\u201cand I'm not going to, either.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, dear,\u201d groaned his mother; \u201cthat's what Polly said; and she's got 'em bad. It's her eyes,\u201d she screamed to grandma, who looked inquiringly.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_35": "\u201cHer eyes, is it?\u201d asked Mrs. Bascom; \u201cwell, I've got a receet that cousin Samanthy's folks had when John's children had 'em; and I'll run right along home and get it,\u201d and she started to go.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNo, you needn't,\u201d<|Q|> screamed Mrs. Pepper; \u201cthank you, Mrs. Bascom; but Dr. Fisher's been here; and he put something on Polly's eyes; and he said it mustn't be touched.\u201d\n\n\u201cHey?\u201d said the old lady; so Mrs. Pepper had to go all over it again, till at last she made her understand that Polly's eyes were taken care of, and they must wait for time to do the rest.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_34": "\u201cOh, dear,\u201d groaned his mother; \u201cthat's what Polly said; and she's got 'em bad. It's her eyes,\u201d she screamed to grandma, who looked inquiringly.\n\n\u201cHer eyes, is it?\u201d asked Mrs. Bascom; <|Q|>\u201cwell, I've got a receet that cousin Samanthy's folks had when John's children had 'em; and I'll run right along home and get it,\u201d<|Q|> and she started to go.\n\n\u201cNo, you needn't,\u201d screamed Mrs. Pepper; \u201cthank you, Mrs. Bascom; but Dr. Fisher's been here; and he put something on Polly's eyes; and he said it mustn't be touched.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_36": "\u201cHer eyes, is it?\u201d asked Mrs. Bascom; \u201cwell, I've got a receet that cousin Samanthy's folks had when John's children had 'em; and I'll run right along home and get it,\u201d and she started to go.\n\n\u201cNo, you needn't,\u201d screamed Mrs. Pepper; <|Q|>\u201cthank you, Mrs. Bascom; but Dr. Fisher's been here; and he put something on Polly's eyes; and he said it mustn't be touched.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHey?\u201d said the old lady; so Mrs. Pepper had to go all over it again, till at last she made her understand that Polly's eyes were taken care of, and they must wait for time to do the rest.", "Solo.4062.4852.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_12": "The Captain and Mr. Finney came to join the crowd, standing back in the shadow of the palm grove. Both men were listening attentively. It was Bowie who finally spoke up slowly, as if unwillingly.\n\n<|Q|>\"There's only one ship that ever I did see with carven letters on her side, and that was Chew's ship, the Venture.\"<|Q|>\n\nHe was surrounded at once by a low murmur of assent from all sides. \"Aye aye!\" \"That be so!\" \"'Tis so!\" Chris from his higher perch, pointed an accusing finger out to sea.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_14": "Alexander started up and began to walk up and down the room.\n\n\u201cNo, you weren\u2019t mistaken. I\u2019ve been up in Canada with my bridge, and I arranged not to come to New York until after you had gone. Then, when your manager added two more weeks, I was already committed.\u201d He dropped upon the stool in front of her and sat with his hands hanging between his knees. <|Q|>\u201cWhat am I to do, Hilda?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s what I wanted to see you about, Bartley. I\u2019m going to do what you asked me to do when you were in London. Only I\u2019ll do it more completely. I\u2019m going to marry.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_38": "\u201cHey?\u201d said the old lady; so Mrs. Pepper had to go all over it again, till at last she made her understand that Polly's eyes were taken care of, and they must wait for time to do the rest.\n\n\u201cYou come along of me,\u201d whispered grandma, when at last her call was done, to Joel who stood by the door. <|Q|>\u201cI've got some peppermints to home; I forgot to bring 'em.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cYes'm,\u201d said Joel, brightening up.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_41": "\u201cOh, I've got to go over to grandma's,\u201d said Joel briskly; \u201cshe wants me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, don't be gone long then,\u201d<|Q|> replied his mother.\n\n\u201cThere,\u201d said grandma, going into her \u201ckeeping-room\u201d to an old-fashioned chest of drawers; opening one, she took therefrom a paper, from which she shook out before Joe's delighted eyes some red and white peppermint drops. \u201cThere now, you take these home; you may have some, but be sure you give the most to the sick ones; and Polly -- let Polly have the biggest.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_16": "\u201cWho?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, it doesn\u2019t matter much! One of them. Only not Mac. I\u2019m too fond of him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander moved restlessly. \u201cAre you joking, Hilda?\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_39": "\u201cYes'm,\u201d said Joel, brightening up.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhere you going, Joe?\u201d<|Q|> asked Mrs. Pepper, seeing him move off with Mrs. Bascom; \u201cI may want you.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I've got to go over to grandma's,\u201d said Joel briskly; \u201cshe wants me.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_42": "\u201cWell, don't be gone long then,\u201d replied his mother.\n\n\u201cThere,\u201d said grandma, going into her \u201ckeeping-room\u201d to an old-fashioned chest of drawers; opening one, she took therefrom a paper, from which she shook out before Joe's delighted eyes some red and white peppermint drops. <|Q|>\u201cThere now, you take these home; you may have some, but be sure you give the most to the sick ones; and Polly -- let Polly have the biggest.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cShe won't take 'em,\u201d said Joel, wishing he had the measles. \u201cWell, you try her,\u201d said grandma; \u201crun along now.\u201d But it was useless to tell Joel that, for he was half-way home already. He carried out grandma's wishes, and distributed conscientiously the precious drops. But when he came to Polly, she didn't answer; and looking at her in surprise he saw two big tears rolling out under the bandage and wetting the pillow.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_43": "\u201cThere,\u201d said grandma, going into her \u201ckeeping-room\u201d to an old-fashioned chest of drawers; opening one, she took therefrom a paper, from which she shook out before Joe's delighted eyes some red and white peppermint drops. \u201cThere now, you take these home; you may have some, but be sure you give the most to the sick ones; and Polly -- let Polly have the biggest.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cShe won't take 'em,\u201d<|Q|> said Joel, wishing he had the measles. \u201cWell, you try her,\u201d said grandma; \u201crun along now.\u201d But it was useless to tell Joel that, for he was half-way home already. He carried out grandma's wishes, and distributed conscientiously the precious drops. But when he came to Polly, she didn't answer; and looking at her in surprise he saw two big tears rolling out under the bandage and wetting the pillow.\n\n\u201cI don't want 'em, Joe,\u201d said Polly, when he made her understand that", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_19": "\u201cDo go out, mother, and see what 'tis,\u201d said Polly.\n\n\u201cI've come,\u201d said a cracked voice, close up by the bedroom door, followed by a big black cap, which could belong to no other than Grandma Bascom, <|Q|>\u201cto set by you a spell; what's the matter?\u201d<|Q|> she asked, and stopped, amazed to see Polly in bed.\n\n\u201cOh, Polly's taken,\u201d screamed Mrs. Pepper in her ear.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_18": "Just at that moment a queer noise out in the kitchen was heard.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo go out, mother, and see what 'tis,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly.\n\n\u201cI've come,\u201d said a cracked voice, close up by the bedroom door, followed by a big black cap, which could belong to no other than Grandma Bascom, \u201cto set by you a spell; what's the matter?\u201d she asked, and stopped, amazed to see Polly in bed.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_49": "\u201cIsn't it good?\u201d he asked, watching her crunch it.\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said Polly, <|Q|>\u201creal good; where'd you get 'em?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOver to Grandma Bascom's,\u201d said Joel; \u201cshe gave me lots for all of us; have another, Polly?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_24": "\u201cHilda you\u2019d better think a while longer before you do that. I don\u2019t know what I ought to say, but I don\u2019t believe you\u2019d be happy; truly I don\u2019t. Aren\u2019t you trying to frighten me?\u201d\n\nShe tied the knot of the last lacing and put her boot-heel down firmly. <|Q|>\u201cNo; I\u2019m telling you what I\u2019ve made up my mind to do. I suppose I would better do it without telling you. But afterward I shan\u2019t have an opportunity to explain, for I shan\u2019t be seeing you again.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAlexander started to speak, but caught himself. When Hilda rose he sat down on the arm of her chair and drew her back into it.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_22": "\u201cTaken!\u201d repeated the old lady, \u201cwhat is it -- a fit?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper; <|Q|>\u201cthe same as Ben's got; and Phronsie; the measles.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThe measles, has she?\u201d said grandma; \u201cwell, that's bad; and Ben's away, you say.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_52": "\u201cOver to Grandma Bascom's,\u201d said Joel; \u201cshe gave me lots for all of us; have another, Polly?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d said Polly, <|Q|>\u201cnot yet; you put two on my pillow where I can reach 'em; and then you keep the rest, Joel.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI'll put three,\u201d said Joel, counting out one red and two white ones, and laying them on the pillow; \u201cthere!\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_28": "\u201cI wouldn\u2019t be so much alarmed if I didn\u2019t know how utterly reckless you can be. Don\u2019t do anything like that rashly.\u201d His face grew troubled. \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t be happy. You are not that kind of woman. I\u2019d never have another hour\u2019s peace if I helped to make you do a thing like that.\u201d He took her face between his hands and looked down into it. \u201cYou see, you are different, Hilda. Don\u2019t you know you are?\u201d His voice grew softer, his touch more and more tender. <|Q|>\u201cSome women can do that sort of thing, but you \u2014 you can love as queens did, in the old time.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda had heard that soft, deep tone in his voice only once before. She closed her eyes; her lips and eyelids trembled. \u201cOnly one, Bartley. Only one. And he threw it back at me a second time.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_29": "\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t be happy. You are not that kind of woman. I\u2019d never have another hour\u2019s peace if I helped to make you do a thing like that.\u201d He took her face between his hands and looked down into it. \u201cYou see, you are different, Hilda. Don\u2019t you know you are?\u201d His voice grew softer, his touch more and more tender. \u201cSome women can do that sort of thing, but you \u2014 you can love as queens did, in the old time.\u201d\n\nHilda had heard that soft, deep tone in his voice only once before. She closed her eyes; her lips and eyelids trembled. <|Q|>\u201cOnly one, Bartley. Only one. And he threw it back at me a second time.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe felt the strength leap in the arms that held her so lightly.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_55": "\u201cAnd I want another, Joey, I do,\u201d said Phronsie from the other side of the bed.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, you may have one,\u201d<|Q|> said Joel; \u201ca red one, Phronsie; yes, you may have two. Now come on, Dave; we'll have the rest out by the wood-pile.\u201d\n\nHow they ever got through that day, I don't know. But late in the afternoon carriage wheels were heard; and then they stopped right at the Peppers' little brown gate.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_54": "\u201cI'll put three,\u201d said Joel, counting out one red and two white ones, and laying them on the pillow; \u201cthere!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd I want another, Joey, I do,\u201d<|Q|> said Phronsie from the other side of the bed.\n\n\u201cWell, you may have one,\u201d said Joel; \u201ca red one, Phronsie; yes, you may have two. Now come on, Dave; we'll have the rest out by the wood-pile.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_28": "\u201cGot two what?\u201d asked grandma.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMeasles! he's got the measles too,\u201d<|Q|> repeated Mrs. Pepper, loud as she could; so loud that the old lady's cap trembled at the noise.\n\n\u201cOh! the dreadful!\u201d said grandma; \u201cand this girl too?\u201d laying her hand on Phronsie's head.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_1": "\u201cMa,\u201d said David, coming softly into the bedroom, where poor Polly lay on the bed with Phronsie, her eyes bandaged with a soft old handkerchief, \u201cI'll set the table.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere isn't any table to set,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, sadly; <|Q|>\u201cthere isn't anybody to eat anything, Davie; you and Joel can get something out of the cupboard.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cCan we get whatever we've a mind to, ma?\u201d cried Joel, who followed Davie, rubbing his face with a towel after his morning ablutions.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_58": "\u201cPolly,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, running to the bedroom door, \u201cit's Mrs. Henderson!\u201d\n\n\u201cIs it?\u201d said Polly, from the darkened room, <|Q|>\u201coh! I'm so glad! is Miss Jerushy with her?\u201d<|Q|> she asked, fearfully.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, going back to ascertain; \u201cwhy, it's the parson himself! Deary! how we look!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_30": "\u201cMeasles! he's got the measles too,\u201d repeated Mrs. Pepper, loud as she could; so loud that the old lady's cap trembled at the noise.\n\n\u201cOh! the dreadful!\u201d said grandma; <|Q|>\u201cand this girl too?\u201d<|Q|> laying her hand on Phronsie's head.\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, feeling it a little relief to tell over her miseries; \u201call three of them!\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_9": "\u201cDid you think I had forgotten you were in town, Hilda? Do you think I kept away by accident? Did you suppose I didn\u2019t know you were sailing on Tuesday? There is a letter for you there, in my desk drawer. It was to have reached you on the steamer. I was all the morning writing it. I told myself that if I were really thinking of you, and not of myself, a letter would be better than nothing. Marks on paper mean something to you.\u201d He paused. <|Q|>\u201cThey never did to me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHilda smiled up at him beautifully and put her hand on his sleeve. \u201cOh, Bartley! Did you write to me? Why didn\u2019t you telephone me to let me know that you had? Then I wouldn\u2019t have come.\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_7": "Alexander faced her, resting his arm on the mantel behind him, and began to brush the sleeve of his jacket. \u201cIs this the way you mean to answer it, Hilda?\u201d he asked unsteadily.\n\nShe was afraid to look up at him. \u201cDidn\u2019t \u2014 didn\u2019t you mean even to say goodby to me, Bartley? Did you mean just to \u2014 quit me?\u201d she asked. <|Q|>\u201cI came to tell you that I\u2019m willing to do as you asked me. But it\u2019s no use talking about that now. Give me my things, please.\u201d<|Q|> She put her hand out toward the fender.\n\nAlexander sat down on the arm of her chair. \u201cDid you think I had forgotten you were in town, Hilda? Do you think I kept away by accident? Did you suppose I didn\u2019t know you were sailing on Tuesday? There is a letter for you there, in my desk drawer. It was to have reached you on the steamer. I was all the morning writing it. I told myself that if I were really thinking of you, and not of myself, a letter would be better than nothing. Marks on paper mean something to you", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_64": "\u201cOh yes, sir,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper; \u201cBen's upstairs; and Polly and Phronsie are in here.\u201d\n\n\u201cPoor little things!\u201d said Mrs. Henderson, compassionately; <|Q|>\u201chadn't you better,\u201d<|Q|> turning to the minister, \u201cgo up and see Ben first, while I will visit the little girls?\u201d\n\nSo the minister mounted the crooked stairs; and Mrs. Henderson went straight up to Polly's side; and the first thing Polly knew, a cool, gentle hand was laid on her hot head, and a voice said, \u201cI've come to see my little chicken now!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_8": "\u201cI thought so,\u201d said the doctor, when Polly answered. \u201cAnd those eyes of yours have been used too much; what has she been doing, ma'am?\u201d He turned around sharply on Mrs. Pepper as he asked this.\n\n\u201cSewing,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, <|Q|>\u201cand everything; Polly does everything, sir.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHumph!\u201d said the doctor; \u201cwell, she won't again in one spell; her eyes are very bad.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_9": "\u201cSewing,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, \u201cand everything; Polly does everything, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cHumph!\u201d said the doctor; <|Q|>\u201cwell, she won't again in one spell; her eyes are very bad.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAt this a whoop, small but terrible to hear, came from the middle of the bed; and Phronsie sat bolt upright. Everybody started; while Phronsie broke out, \u201cDon't make my Polly sick! oh! please don't!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_37": "\u201cHey?\u201d said the old lady; so Mrs. Pepper had to go all over it again, till at last she made her understand that Polly's eyes were taken care of, and they must wait for time to do the rest.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cYou come along of me,\u201d<|Q|> whispered grandma, when at last her call was done, to Joel who stood by the door. \u201cI've got some peppermints to home; I forgot to bring 'em.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes'm,\u201d said Joel, brightening up.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_66": "\u201cPoor little things!\u201d said Mrs. Henderson, compassionately; \u201chadn't you better,\u201d turning to the minister, \u201cgo up and see Ben first, while I will visit the little girls?\u201d\n\nSo the minister mounted the crooked stairs; and Mrs. Henderson went straight up to Polly's side; and the first thing Polly knew, a cool, gentle hand was laid on her hot head, and a voice said, <|Q|>\u201cI've come to see my little chicken now!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, ma'am,\u201d said Polly, bursting into a sob, \u201cI don't care about my eyes -- only mammy -- \u201d and she broke right down.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_40": "\u201cWhere you going, Joe?\u201d asked Mrs. Pepper, seeing him move off with Mrs. Bascom; \u201cI may want you.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, I've got to go over to grandma's,\u201d<|Q|> said Joel briskly; \u201cshe wants me.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, don't be gone long then,\u201d replied his mother.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_67": "\u201cOh, ma'am,\u201d said Polly, bursting into a sob, \u201cI don't care about my eyes -- only mammy -- \u201d and she broke right down.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI know,\u201d<|Q|> said the minister's wife, soothingly; \u201cbut it's for you to bear patiently, Polly -- what do you suppose the chicks were doing when I came away?\u201d And Mrs. Henderson, while she held Polly's hand, smiled and nodded encouragingly to Phronsie, who was staring at her from the other side of the bed.\n\n\u201cI don't know, ma'am,\u201d said Polly; \u201cplease tell us.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_15": "And Polly was left, very rebellious indeed, in the big bed, with a cooling lotion on the poor eyes, that somehow didn't cool them one bit.\n\n\u201cIf 'twas anythin' but my eyes, mammy, I could stand it,\u201d she bewailed, flouncing over and over in her impatience; <|Q|>\u201cand who'll do all the work now?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDon't think of the work, Polly,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper.", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_17": "\u201cOh, it doesn\u2019t matter much! One of them. Only not Mac. I\u2019m too fond of him.\u201d\n\nAlexander moved restlessly. <|Q|>\u201cAre you joking, Hilda?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIndeed I\u2019m not.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_17": "\u201cDon't think of the work, Polly,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI can't do anything but think,\u201d<|Q|> said poor Polly.\n\nJust at that moment a queer noise out in the kitchen was heard.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_45": "\u201cShe won't take 'em,\u201d said Joel, wishing he had the measles. \u201cWell, you try her,\u201d said grandma; \u201crun along now.\u201d But it was useless to tell Joel that, for he was half-way home already. He carried out grandma's wishes, and distributed conscientiously the precious drops. But when he came to Polly, she didn't answer; and looking at her in surprise he saw two big tears rolling out under the bandage and wetting the pillow.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don't want 'em, Joe,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly, when he made her understand that \u201ctwas peppermints, real peppermints;\u201d \u201cyou may have 'em.\u201d\n\n\u201cTry one, Polly; they're real good,\u201d said Joel, who had an undefined wish to comfort; \u201cthere, open your mouth.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_47": "\u201cI don't want 'em, Joe,\u201d said Polly, when he made her understand that \u201ctwas peppermints, real peppermints;\u201d \u201cyou may have 'em.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTry one, Polly; they're real good,\u201d<|Q|> said Joel, who had an undefined wish to comfort; \u201cthere, open your mouth.\u201d\n\nSo Polly opened her mouth, and Joel put one in with satisfaction.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_44": "\u201cThere,\u201d said grandma, going into her \u201ckeeping-room\u201d to an old-fashioned chest of drawers; opening one, she took therefrom a paper, from which she shook out before Joe's delighted eyes some red and white peppermint drops. \u201cThere now, you take these home; you may have some, but be sure you give the most to the sick ones; and Polly -- let Polly have the biggest.\u201d\n\n\u201cShe won't take 'em,\u201d said Joel, wishing he had the measles. <|Q|>\u201cWell, you try her,\u201d<|Q|> said grandma; \u201crun along now.\u201d But it was useless to tell Joel that, for he was half-way home already. He carried out grandma's wishes, and distributed conscientiously the precious drops. But when he came to Polly, she didn't answer; and looking at her in surprise he saw two big tears rolling out under the bandage and wetting the pillow.\n\n\u201cI don't want 'em, Joe,\u201d said Polly, when he made her understand that \u201ctwas peppermints, real peppermints", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_46": "\u201cWell, you try her,\u201d said grandma; \u201crun along now.\u201d But it was useless to tell Joel that, for he was half-way home already. He carried out grandma's wishes, and distributed conscientiously the precious drops. But when he came to Polly, she didn't answer; and looking at her in surprise he saw two big tears rolling out under the bandage and wetting the pillow.\n\n\u201cI don't want 'em, Joe,\u201d said Polly, when he made her understand that <|Q|>\u201ctwas peppermints, real peppermints;\u201d<|Q|> \u201cyou may have 'em.\u201d\n\n\u201cTry one, Polly; they're real good,\u201d said Joel, who had an undefined wish to comfort; \u201cthere, open your mouth.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_76": "\u201cSo,\u201d he said kindly, as after patting Phronsie's head he came over and sat down by Polly, \u201cthis is the little girl who came to see me when I was sick.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, sir,\u201d said Polly, <|Q|>\u201cI'm so glad you wasn't!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, when I come again,\u201d said Mr. Henderson, rising after a merry chat, \u201cI see I shall have to slip a book into my pocket, and read for those poor eyes.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_77": "\u201cOh, sir,\u201d said Polly, \u201cI'm so glad you wasn't!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, when I come again,\u201d<|Q|> said Mr. Henderson, rising after a merry chat, \u201cI see I shall have to slip a book into my pocket, and read for those poor eyes.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, thank you!\u201d cried Polly; and then she stopped and blushed.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_50": "\u201cYes,\u201d said Polly, \u201creal good; where'd you get 'em?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOver to Grandma Bascom's,\u201d<|Q|> said Joel; \u201cshe gave me lots for all of us; have another, Polly?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d said Polly, \u201cnot yet; you put two on my pillow where I can reach 'em; and then you keep the rest, Joel.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_51": "\u201cYes,\u201d said Polly, \u201creal good; where'd you get 'em?\u201d\n\n\u201cOver to Grandma Bascom's,\u201d said Joel; <|Q|>\u201cshe gave me lots for all of us; have another, Polly?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d said Polly, \u201cnot yet; you put two on my pillow where I can reach 'em; and then you keep the rest, Joel.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_80": "\u201cOh, thank you!\u201d cried Polly; and then she stopped and blushed.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, what is it?\u201d<|Q|> asked the minister, encouragingly.\n\n\u201cBen loves to hear reading,\u201d said Polly.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_79": "\u201cWell, when I come again,\u201d said Mr. Henderson, rising after a merry chat, \u201cI see I shall have to slip a book into my pocket, and read for those poor eyes.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, thank you!\u201d<|Q|> cried Polly; and then she stopped and blushed.\n\n\u201cWell, what is it?\u201d asked the minister, encouragingly.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_53": "\u201cNo,\u201d said Polly, \u201cnot yet; you put two on my pillow where I can reach 'em; and then you keep the rest, Joel.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI'll put three,\u201d<|Q|> said Joel, counting out one red and two white ones, and laying them on the pillow; \u201cthere!\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd I want another, Joey, I do,\u201d said Phronsie from the other side of the bed.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_0": "\u201cMa,\u201d said David, coming softly into the bedroom, where poor Polly lay on the bed with Phronsie, her eyes bandaged with a soft old handkerchief, \u201cI'll set the table.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cThere isn't any table to set,\u201d<|Q|> said Mrs. Pepper, sadly; \u201cthere isn't anybody to eat anything, Davie; you and Joel can get something out of the cupboard.\u201d\n\n\u201cCan we get whatever we've a mind to, ma?\u201d cried Joel, who followed Davie, rubbing his face with a towel after his morning ablutions.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_83": "So the Hendersons went away. But somehow, before they went, a good many things found their way out of the old-fashioned chaise into the Peppers' little kitchen.\n\nBut Polly's eyes didn't get any better, with all the care; and the lines of worry on Mrs. Pepper's face grew deeper and deeper. At last, she just confronted Dr. Fisher in the kitchen, one day after his visit to Polly, and boldly asked him if they ever could be cured. <|Q|>\u201cI know she's -- and there isn't any use keeping it from me,\u201d<|Q|> said the poor woman -- \u201cshe's going to be stone-blind!\u201d\n\n\u201cMy good woman,\u201d Dr. Fisher's voice was very gentle; and he took the hard, brown hand in his own -- \u201cyour little girl will not be blind; I tell you the truth; but it will take some time to make her eyes quite strong -- time, and rest. She has strained them in some way, but she will come out of it.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_57": "How they ever got through that day, I don't know. But late in the afternoon carriage wheels were heard; and then they stopped right at the Peppers' little brown gate.\n\n\u201cPolly,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, running to the bedroom door, <|Q|>\u201cit's Mrs. Henderson!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIs it?\u201d said Polly, from the darkened room, \u201coh! I'm so glad! is Miss Jerushy with her?\u201d she asked, fearfully.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_59": "\u201cIs it?\u201d said Polly, from the darkened room, \u201coh! I'm so glad! is Miss Jerushy with her?\u201d she asked, fearfully.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, going back to ascertain; <|Q|>\u201cwhy, it's the parson himself! Deary! how we look!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNever mind, mammy,\u201d called back Polly, longing to spring out of bed and fix up a bit.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_88": "\u201cMy good woman,\u201d Dr. Fisher's voice was very gentle; and he took the hard, brown hand in his own -- \u201cyour little girl will not be blind; I tell you the truth; but it will take some time to make her eyes quite strong -- time, and rest. She has strained them in some way, but she will come out of it.\u201d\n\n\u201cPraise the Lord!\u201d cried Mrs. Pepper, throwing her apron over her head; and then she sobbed on, <|Q|>\u201cand thank you, sir -- I can't ever thank you -- for -- for -- if Polly was blind, we might as well give up!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nThe next day, Phronsie, who had the doctor's permission to sit up, only she was to be kept from taking cold, scampered around in stocking-feet in search of her shoes, which she hadn't seen since she was first taken sick.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_60": "\u201cNever mind, mammy,\u201d called back Polly, longing to spring out of bed and fix up a bit.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI'm sorry to hear the children are sick,\u201d<|Q|> said Mrs. Henderson, coming in, in her sweet, gentle way.\n\n\u201cWe didn't know it,\u201d said the minister, \u201cuntil this morning -- can we see them?\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_62": "\u201cWe didn't know it,\u201d said the minister, \u201cuntil this morning -- can we see them?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh yes, sir,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper; <|Q|>\u201cBen's upstairs; and Polly and Phronsie are in here.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cPoor little things!\u201d said Mrs. Henderson, compassionately; \u201chadn't you better,\u201d turning to the minister, \u201cgo up and see Ben first, while I will visit the little girls?\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_90": "\u201cOh, I want on my very best shoes,\u201d she cried; \u201ccan't I, mammy?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, no, Phronsie; you must keep them nice,\u201d<|Q|> remonstrated her mother; \u201cyou can't wear 'em every-day, you know.\u201d\n\n\u201c'Tisn't every-day,\u201d said Phronsie, slowly; \u201cit's only one day.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_61": "\u201cI'm sorry to hear the children are sick,\u201d said Mrs. Henderson, coming in, in her sweet, gentle way.\n\n\u201cWe didn't know it,\u201d said the minister, <|Q|>\u201cuntil this morning -- can we see them?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh yes, sir,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper; \u201cBen's upstairs; and Polly and Phronsie are in here.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_7": "\u201cDidn't you feel badly before?\u201d questioned the doctor. Polly thought back; and then she remembered that she had felt very badly; that when she was baking over the old stove the day before her back had ached dreadfully; and that, somehow, when she sat down to sew, it didn't stop; only her eyes had bothered her so; she didn't mind her back so much.\n\n\u201cI thought so,\u201d said the doctor, when Polly answered. <|Q|>\u201cAnd those eyes of yours have been used too much; what has she been doing, ma'am?\u201d<|Q|> He turned around sharply on Mrs. Pepper as he asked this.\n\n\u201cSewing,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, \u201cand everything; Polly does everything, sir.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_65": "\u201cOh yes, sir,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper; \u201cBen's upstairs; and Polly and Phronsie are in here.\u201d\n\n\u201cPoor little things!\u201d said Mrs. Henderson, compassionately; \u201chadn't you better,\u201d turning to the minister, <|Q|>\u201cgo up and see Ben first, while I will visit the little girls?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSo the minister mounted the crooked stairs; and Mrs. Henderson went straight up to Polly's side; and the first thing Polly knew, a cool, gentle hand was laid on her hot head, and a voice said, \u201cI've come to see my little chicken now!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_12": "\u201cWill you, really?\u201d asked the child, doubtfully.\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said the doctor; <|Q|>\u201cwe'll try hard; and you mustn't cry; 'cause then Polly'll cry, and that will make her eyes very bad; very bad indeed,\u201d<|Q|> he repeated, impressively.\n\n\u201cI won't cry,\u201d said Phronsie; \u201cno, not one bit.\u201d And she wiped off the last tear with her fat little hand, and watched to see what next was to be done.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_14": "And Polly was left, very rebellious indeed, in the big bed, with a cooling lotion on the poor eyes, that somehow didn't cool them one bit.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIf 'twas anythin' but my eyes, mammy, I could stand it,\u201d<|Q|> she bewailed, flouncing over and over in her impatience; \u201cand who'll do all the work now?\u201d\n\n\u201cDon't think of the work, Polly,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_70": "\u201cI know,\u201d said the minister's wife, soothingly; \u201cbut it's for you to bear patiently, Polly -- what do you suppose the chicks were doing when I came away?\u201d And Mrs. Henderson, while she held Polly's hand, smiled and nodded encouragingly to Phronsie, who was staring at her from the other side of the bed.\n\n\u201cI don't know, ma'am,\u201d said Polly; <|Q|>\u201cplease tell us.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, they were all fighting over a grasshopper -- yes, ten of them.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_68": "\u201cOh, ma'am,\u201d said Polly, bursting into a sob, \u201cI don't care about my eyes -- only mammy -- \u201d and she broke right down.\n\n\u201cI know,\u201d said the minister's wife, soothingly; <|Q|>\u201cbut it's for you to bear patiently, Polly -- what do you suppose the chicks were doing when I came away?\u201d<|Q|> And Mrs. Henderson, while she held Polly's hand, smiled and nodded encouragingly to Phronsie, who was staring at her from the other side of the bed.\n\n\u201cI don't know, ma'am,\u201d said Polly; \u201cplease tell us.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_69": "\u201cI know,\u201d said the minister's wife, soothingly; \u201cbut it's for you to bear patiently, Polly -- what do you suppose the chicks were doing when I came away?\u201d And Mrs. Henderson, while she held Polly's hand, smiled and nodded encouragingly to Phronsie, who was staring at her from the other side of the bed.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI don't know, ma'am,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly; \u201cplease tell us.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, they were all fighting over a grasshopper -- yes, ten of them.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_99": "\u201cSo they have,\u201d said the doctor, getting down on the floor beside her; \u201cbeautiful red tops, aren't they?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBe-yew-ti-ful,\u201d<|Q|> sang the child delightedly.\n\n\u201cDoes Polly have new shoes every day?\u201d asked the doctor in a low voice, pretending to examine the other foot.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_72": "\u201cWell, they were all fighting over a grasshopper -- yes, ten of them.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhich one got it?\u201d asked Polly in intense interest; <|Q|>\u201coh! I hope the white one did!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, he looked as much like winning as any of them,\u201d said the lady, laughing.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_73": "\u201cWhich one got it?\u201d asked Polly in intense interest; \u201coh! I hope the white one did!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, he looked as much like winning as any of them,\u201d<|Q|> said the lady, laughing.\n\n\u201cBless her!\u201d thought Mrs. Pepper to herself out in the kitchen, finishing the sack Polly had left; \u201cshe's a parson's wife, I say!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_74": "\u201cWell, he looked as much like winning as any of them,\u201d said the lady, laughing.\n\n\u201cBless her!\u201d thought Mrs. Pepper to herself out in the kitchen, finishing the sack Polly had left; <|Q|>\u201cshe's a parson's wife, I say!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nAnd then the minister came down from Ben's room, and went into the bedroom; and Mrs. Henderson went up-stairs into the loft.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_75": "And then the minister came down from Ben's room, and went into the bedroom; and Mrs. Henderson went up-stairs into the loft.\n\n\u201cSo,\u201d he said kindly, as after patting Phronsie's head he came over and sat down by Polly, <|Q|>\u201cthis is the little girl who came to see me when I was sick.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, sir,\u201d said Polly, \u201cI'm so glad you wasn't!\u201d", "Solo.5680.61.robinhood_15_creswick_64kb_24": "\" he muttered, puckering his brows, \"there are two roads open. One, to yield thyself to Monceux and the rack -- for not even your uncle at Gamewell should save you, even did he so wish; the other -- to join with these honest fellows and live a free life. What else is left to you? If you would be as dutiful to the laws as the earth to summer sun, it should not avail you. Your lord the Sheriff is in the hands of his girl -- and she listens with willing ear to Master Carfax. Ask not how I know these things. Your cousin is outlawed -- -- \"\n\n\"I shall live in the greenwood, Will,\" answered Robin, quietly, <|Q|>\"with your brave men and you -- if so be I may. Have I won now the freedom of the forest?\"<|Q|> He showed him the broken peacocked arrow which the Clerk of Copmanhurst had given him.\n\nThe outlaw held up his right hand and laid it on Robin's bowed head: \"Upon you, Robin of Locksley, do I bestow, with this my last breath, full freedom of the forests of England,\" he said, very loudly. Then he relaxed from his frown to a rare smile. \"Learn this sign -- -- \" he said, and showed Robin, with feeble fingers, how the greenwood men knew each other in any disguise. It was a simple signal, very easy to know, yet very sure. No one might suppose it given by accident -- yet of design it appeared quite innocent. The smile was fading from Will's face as Robin repeated it carefully after him; and even as he spoke again he died.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_48": "\u201cI don't want 'em, Joe,\u201d said Polly, when he made her understand that \u201ctwas peppermints, real peppermints;\u201d \u201cyou may have 'em.\u201d\n\n\u201cTry one, Polly; they're real good,\u201d said Joel, who had an undefined wish to comfort; <|Q|>\u201cthere, open your mouth.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSo Polly opened her mouth, and Joel put one in with satisfaction.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_78": "\u201cOh, sir,\u201d said Polly, \u201cI'm so glad you wasn't!\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, when I come again,\u201d said Mr. Henderson, rising after a merry chat, <|Q|>\u201cI see I shall have to slip a book into my pocket, and read for those poor eyes.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, thank you!\u201d cried Polly; and then she stopped and blushed.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_107": "\u201cOh,\u201d said the child, \u201cit won't burn; and sometimes Polly cries, she does, when she's all alone -- and I see her.\u201d\n\n\u201cNow,\u201d said the doctor, very sympathetically, <|Q|>\u201cthat's too bad; that is! and then what does she do?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, Ben stuffs it up,\u201d said the child, laughing; \u201cand so does Polly too, with paper; and then it all tumbles out quick; oh! just as quick!\u201d And Phronsie shook her yellow head at the dismal remembrance.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_108": "\u201cNow,\u201d said the doctor, very sympathetically, \u201cthat's too bad; that is! and then what does she do?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, Ben stuffs it up,\u201d<|Q|> said the child, laughing; \u201cand so does Polly too, with paper; and then it all tumbles out quick; oh! just as quick!\u201d And Phronsie shook her yellow head at the dismal remembrance.\n\n\u201cDo you suppose,\u201d said the doctor, getting up, \u201cthat you know of any smart little girl around here, about four years old and that knows how to button on her own red-topped shoes, that would like to go to ride to-morrow morning in my carriage with me?", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_30": "She felt the strength leap in the arms that held her so lightly.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cTry him again, Hilda. Try him once again.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nShe looked up into his eyes, and hid her face in her hands.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_82": "\u201cBen loves to hear reading,\u201d said Polly.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDoes he? well, by that time, my little girl, I guess Ben will be down-stairs; he's all right, Polly; don't you worry about him -- and I'll sit in the kitchen, by the bedroom door, and you can hear nicely.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nSo the Hendersons went away. But somehow, before they went, a good many things found their way out of the old-fashioned chaise into the Peppers' little kitchen.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_84": "So the Hendersons went away. But somehow, before they went, a good many things found their way out of the old-fashioned chaise into the Peppers' little kitchen.\n\nBut Polly's eyes didn't get any better, with all the care; and the lines of worry on Mrs. Pepper's face grew deeper and deeper. At last, she just confronted Dr. Fisher in the kitchen, one day after his visit to Polly, and boldly asked him if they ever could be cured. \u201cI know she's -- and there isn't any use keeping it from me,\u201d said the poor woman -- <|Q|>\u201cshe's going to be stone-blind!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMy good woman,\u201d Dr. Fisher's voice was very gentle; and he took the hard, brown hand in his own -- \u201cyour little girl will not be blind; I tell you the truth; but it will take some time to make her eyes quite strong -- time, and rest. She has strained them in some way, but she will come out of it.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_85": "But Polly's eyes didn't get any better, with all the care; and the lines of worry on Mrs. Pepper's face grew deeper and deeper. At last, she just confronted Dr. Fisher in the kitchen, one day after his visit to Polly, and boldly asked him if they ever could be cured. \u201cI know she's -- and there isn't any use keeping it from me,\u201d said the poor woman -- \u201cshe's going to be stone-blind!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy good woman,\u201d<|Q|> Dr. Fisher's voice was very gentle; and he took the hard, brown hand in his own -- \u201cyour little girl will not be blind; I tell you the truth; but it will take some time to make her eyes quite strong -- time, and rest. She has strained them in some way, but she will come out of it.\u201d\n\n\u201cPraise the Lord!\u201d cried Mrs. Pepper, throwing her apron over her head; and then she sobbed on, \u201cand thank you, sir -- I can't ever thank you -- for -- for -- if Polly was blind, we might as well give up!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_56": "\u201cAnd I want another, Joey, I do,\u201d said Phronsie from the other side of the bed.\n\n\u201cWell, you may have one,\u201d said Joel; <|Q|>\u201ca red one, Phronsie; yes, you may have two. Now come on, Dave; we'll have the rest out by the wood-pile.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nHow they ever got through that day, I don't know. But late in the afternoon carriage wheels were heard; and then they stopped right at the Peppers' little brown gate.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_86": "But Polly's eyes didn't get any better, with all the care; and the lines of worry on Mrs. Pepper's face grew deeper and deeper. At last, she just confronted Dr. Fisher in the kitchen, one day after his visit to Polly, and boldly asked him if they ever could be cured. \u201cI know she's -- and there isn't any use keeping it from me,\u201d said the poor woman -- \u201cshe's going to be stone-blind!\u201d\n\n\u201cMy good woman,\u201d Dr. Fisher's voice was very gentle; and he took the hard, brown hand in his own -- <|Q|>\u201cyour little girl will not be blind; I tell you the truth; but it will take some time to make her eyes quite strong -- time, and rest. She has strained them in some way, but she will come out of it.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cPraise the Lord!\u201d cried Mrs. Pepper, throwing her apron over her head; and then she sobbed on, \u201cand thank you, sir -- I can't ever thank you -- for -- for -- if Polly was blind, we might as well give up!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_87": "\u201cMy good woman,\u201d Dr. Fisher's voice was very gentle; and he took the hard, brown hand in his own -- \u201cyour little girl will not be blind; I tell you the truth; but it will take some time to make her eyes quite strong -- time, and rest. She has strained them in some way, but she will come out of it.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPraise the Lord!\u201d<|Q|> cried Mrs. Pepper, throwing her apron over her head; and then she sobbed on, \u201cand thank you, sir -- I can't ever thank you -- for -- for -- if Polly was blind, we might as well give up!\u201d\n\nThe next day, Phronsie, who had the doctor's permission to sit up, only she was to be kept from taking cold, scampered around in stocking-feet in search of her shoes, which she hadn't seen since she was first taken sick.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_116": "\u201cOh, I say, Polly,\u201d screamed Joel at that moment running in, \u201cBen's a-comin' down the stairs!\u201d\n\n\u201cStop, Joe,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper; <|Q|>\u201cyou shouldn't have told; he wanted to surprise Polly.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, is he!\u201d cried Polly, clasping her hands in rapture; \u201cmammy, can't I take off this horrid bandage, and see him?\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_117": "\u201cStop, Joe,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper; \u201cyou shouldn't have told; he wanted to surprise Polly.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, is he!\u201d cried Polly, clasping her hands in rapture; <|Q|>\u201cmammy, can't I take off this horrid bandage, and see him?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDear me, no!\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, springing forward; \u201cnot for the world, Polly! Dr. Fisher'd have our ears off!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_91": "\u201cOh, I want on my very best shoes,\u201d she cried; \u201ccan't I, mammy?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, no, Phronsie; you must keep them nice,\u201d remonstrated her mother; <|Q|>\u201cyou can't wear 'em every-day, you know.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201c'Tisn't every-day,\u201d said Phronsie, slowly; \u201cit's only one day.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_118": "\u201cOh, is he!\u201d cried Polly, clasping her hands in rapture; \u201cmammy, can't I take off this horrid bandage, and see him?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDear me, no!\u201d<|Q|> said Mrs. Pepper, springing forward; \u201cnot for the world, Polly! Dr. Fisher'd have our ears off!\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, I can hear, any way,\u201d said Polly, resigning herself to the remaining comfort; \u201chere he is! oh, Ben!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_120": "\u201cDear me, no!\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, springing forward; \u201cnot for the world, Polly! Dr. Fisher'd have our ears off!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, I can hear, any way,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly, resigning herself to the remaining comfort; \u201chere he is! oh, Ben!\u201d\n\n\u201cThere,\u201d said Ben, grasping Polly, bandage and all; \u201cnow we're all right; and say, Polly, you're a brick!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_121": "\u201cDear me, no!\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, springing forward; \u201cnot for the world, Polly! Dr. Fisher'd have our ears off!\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, I can hear, any way,\u201d said Polly, resigning herself to the remaining comfort; <|Q|>\u201chere he is! oh, Ben!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cThere,\u201d said Ben, grasping Polly, bandage and all; \u201cnow we're all right; and say, Polly, you're a brick!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_94": "\u201cWell, and then you'll want 'em on again tomorrow,\u201d said her mother.\n\n\u201cOh, no, I won't!\u201d cried Phronsie; <|Q|>\u201cnever, no more to-morrow, if I can have 'em to-day; please, mammy dear!\u201d<|Q|>\n\nMrs. Pepper went to the lowest drawer in the high bureau, and took therefrom a small parcel done up in white tissue paper. Slowly unrolling this before the delighted eyes of the child, who stood patiently waiting, she disclosed the precious red-topped shoes which Phronsie immediately clasped to her bosom.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_95": "Mrs. Pepper went to the lowest drawer in the high bureau, and took therefrom a small parcel done up in white tissue paper. Slowly unrolling this before the delighted eyes of the child, who stood patiently waiting, she disclosed the precious red-topped shoes which Phronsie immediately clasped to her bosom.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMy own, very own shoes! whole mine!\u201d<|Q|> she cried, and trudged out into the kitchen to put them on herself.\n\n\u201cHulloa!\u201d cried Dr. Fisher, coming in about a quarter of an hour later to find her tugging laboriously at the buttons -- \u201cnew shoes! I declare!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_122": "\u201cWell, I can hear, any way,\u201d said Polly, resigning herself to the remaining comfort; \u201chere he is! oh, Ben!\u201d\n\n\u201cThere,\u201d said Ben, grasping Polly, bandage and all; <|Q|>\u201cnow we're all right; and say, Polly, you're a brick!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMammy told me not to say that the other day,\u201d said Joel, with a very virtuous air.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_124": "\u201cCan't help it,\u201d said Ben, who was a little wild over Polly, and besides, he had been sick himself, and had borne a good deal too.\n\n\u201cNow,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, after the first excitement was over, <|Q|>\u201cyou're so comfortable together, and Phronsie don't want me now, I'll go to the store; I must get some more work if Mr. Atkins'll give it to me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI'll be all right now, mammy, that Ben's here,\u201d cried Polly, settling back into her chair, with Phronsie on the stool at her feet.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_97": "\u201cHulloa!\u201d cried Dr. Fisher, coming in about a quarter of an hour later to find her tugging laboriously at the buttons -- \u201cnew shoes! I declare!\u201d\n\n\u201cMy own!\u201d cried Phronsie, sticking out one foot for inspection, where every button was in the wrong button-hole, <|Q|>\u201cand they've got red tops, too!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cSo they have,\u201d said the doctor, getting down on the floor beside her; \u201cbeautiful red tops, aren't they?\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_71": "\u201cI don't know, ma'am,\u201d said Polly; \u201cplease tell us.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, they were all fighting over a grasshopper -- yes, ten of them.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhich one got it?\u201d asked Polly in intense interest; \u201coh! I hope the white one did!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_129": "\u201cI'm goin' to tell her stories, ma,\u201d cried Ben, \u201cso you needn't worry about us.\u201d\n\n\u201cIsn't it funny, Ben,\u201d said Polly, as the gate clicked after the mother, <|Q|>\u201cto be sitting still, and telling stories in the daytime?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cRather funny!\u201d replied Ben.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_100": "\u201cBe-yew-ti-ful,\u201d sang the child delightedly.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDoes Polly have new shoes every day?\u201d<|Q|> asked the doctor in a low voice, pretending to examine the other foot.\n\nPhronsie opened her eyes very wide at this.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_127": "\u201cI'll be all right now, mammy, that Ben's here,\u201d cried Polly, settling back into her chair, with Phronsie on the stool at her feet.\n\n\u201cI'm goin' to tell her stories, ma,\u201d cried Ben, <|Q|>\u201cso you needn't worry about us.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cIsn't it funny, Ben,\u201d said Polly, as the gate clicked after the mother, \u201cto be sitting still, and telling stories in the daytime?\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_103": "\u201cAnd what does Polly want most of all -- do you know? see if you can tell me.\u201d And the doctor put on the most alluring expression that he could muster.\n\n\u201cOh, I know!\u201d cried Phronsie, with a very wise look. \u201cThere now,\u201d cried the doctor, <|Q|>\u201cyou're the girl for me! to think you know! so, what is it?\u201d<|Q|>\n\nPhronsie got up very gravely, and with one shoe half on, she leaned over and whispered in the doctor's ear:", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_130": "\u201cRather funny!\u201d replied Ben.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, do go on,\u201d<|Q|> said Joel, as usual, rolling on the floor, in a dreadful hurry for the story to begin. Little David looked up quietly, as he sat on Ben's other side, his hands clasped tight together, just as eager, though he said nothing.\n\n\u201cWell; once upon a time,\u201d began Ben delightfully, and launched into one of the stories that the children thought perfectly lovely.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_131": "\u201cWell, do go on,\u201d said Joel, as usual, rolling on the floor, in a dreadful hurry for the story to begin. Little David looked up quietly, as he sat on Ben's other side, his hands clasped tight together, just as eager, though he said nothing.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell; once upon a time,\u201d<|Q|> began Ben delightfully, and launched into one of the stories that the children thought perfectly lovely.\n\n\u201cOh, Bensie,\u201d cried Polly, entranced, as they listened with bated breath, \u201chowever do you think of such nice things!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_106": "\u201cA what?\u201d said the doctor, looking at her, and then at the old, black thing in the corner, that looked as if it were ashamed of itself; \u201cwhy, she's got one.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh,\u201d said the child, <|Q|>\u201cit won't burn; and sometimes Polly cries, she does, when she's all alone -- and I see her.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNow,\u201d said the doctor, very sympathetically, \u201cthat's too bad; that is! and then what does she do?\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_135": "\u201cDo go on,\u201d put in Joel, impatient at the delay.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDon't hurry him so,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly, reprovingly; \u201che isn't strong.\u201d\n\n\u201cBen,\u201d said David, drawing a long breath, his eyes very big -- , \u201cdid he really see a bear?\u201d", "Solo.1797.4446.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_25": "Alexander started to speak, but caught himself. When Hilda rose he sat down on the arm of her chair and drew her back into it.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI wouldn\u2019t be so much alarmed if I didn\u2019t know how utterly reckless you can be. Don\u2019t do anything like that rashly.\u201d<|Q|> His face grew troubled. \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t be happy. You are not that kind of woman. I\u2019d never have another hour\u2019s peace if I helped to make you do a thing like that.\u201d He took her face between his hands and looked down into it. \u201cYou see, you are different, Hilda. Don\u2019t you know you are?\u201d His voice grew softer, his touch more and more tender. \u201cSome women can do that sort of thing, but you \u2014 you can love as queens did, in the old time.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_109": "\u201cNow,\u201d said the doctor, very sympathetically, \u201cthat's too bad; that is! and then what does she do?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, Ben stuffs it up,\u201d said the child, laughing; <|Q|>\u201cand so does Polly too, with paper; and then it all tumbles out quick; oh! just as quick!\u201d<|Q|> And Phronsie shook her yellow head at the dismal remembrance.\n\n\u201cDo you suppose,\u201d said the doctor, getting up, \u201cthat you know of any smart little girl around here, about four years old and that knows how to button on her own red-topped shoes, that would like to go to ride to-morrow morning in my carriage with me?", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_111": "\u201cOh, I do!\u201d cried Phronsie, hopping on one toe; \u201cit's me!\u201d\n\n\u201cVery well, then,\u201d said Dr. Fisher, going to the bedroom door, <|Q|>\u201cwe'll lookout for to-morrow, then.\u201d<|Q|>\n\nTo poor Polly, lying in the darkened room, or sitting up in the big rocking-chair -- for Polly wasn't really very sick in other respects, the disease having all gone into the merry brown eyes -- the time seemed interminable. Not to do anything! The very idea at any time would have filled her active, wide-awake little body with horror; and now, here she was!", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_110": "\u201cOh, Ben stuffs it up,\u201d said the child, laughing; \u201cand so does Polly too, with paper; and then it all tumbles out quick; oh! just as quick!\u201d And Phronsie shook her yellow head at the dismal remembrance.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cDo you suppose,\u201d<|Q|> said the doctor, getting up, \u201cthat you know of any smart little girl around here, about four years old and that knows how to button on her own red-topped shoes, that would like to go to ride to-morrow morning in my carriage with me?\n\n\u201cOh, I do!\u201d cried Phronsie, hopping on one toe; \u201cit's me!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_112": "To poor Polly, lying in the darkened room, or sitting up in the big rocking-chair -- for Polly wasn't really very sick in other respects, the disease having all gone into the merry brown eyes -- the time seemed interminable. Not to do anything! The very idea at any time would have filled her active, wide-awake little body with horror; and now, here she was!\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, dear, I can't bear it!\u201d<|Q|> she said, when she knew by the noise in the kitchen that everybody was out there; so nobody heard, except a fat, old black spider in the corner, and he didn't tell anyone!\n\n\u201cI know it's a week,\u201d she said, \u201csince dinnertime! If Ben were only well, to talk to me.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_113": "\u201cOh, dear, I can't bear it!\u201d she said, when she knew by the noise in the kitchen that everybody was out there; so nobody heard, except a fat, old black spider in the corner, and he didn't tell anyone!\n\n\u201cI know it's a week,\u201d she said, <|Q|>\u201csince dinnertime! If Ben were only well, to talk to me.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, I say, Polly,\u201d screamed Joel at that moment running in, \u201cBen's a-comin' down the stairs!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_142": "\u201cOh, yes,\u201d said Ben; \u201cI remember; 'twasn't a -- \u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, make it a bear, Ben!\u201d<|Q|> cried Joel, terribly disappointed; \u201cdon't let it be not a bear.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, I can't,\u201d said Ben; \u201ctwouldn't sound true.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_115": "\u201cI know it's a week,\u201d she said, \u201csince dinnertime! If Ben were only well, to talk to me.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I say, Polly,\u201d screamed Joel at that moment running in, <|Q|>\u201cBen's a-comin' down the stairs!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cStop, Joe,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper; \u201cyou shouldn't have told; he wanted to surprise Polly.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_144": "\u201cOh, make it a bear, Ben!\u201d cried Joel, terribly disappointed; \u201cdon't let it be not a bear.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, I can't,\u201d said Ben; <|Q|>\u201ctwouldn't sound true.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNever mind, make it sound true,\u201d insisted Joel; \u201cyou can make anything true.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_33": "\u201cI haven't,\u201d said Joel, coming in in hopes that grandma had a stray peppermint or two in her pocket, as she sometimes did; \u201cand I'm not going to, either.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, dear,\u201d groaned his mother; <|Q|>\u201cthat's what Polly said; and she's got 'em bad. It's her eyes,\u201d<|Q|> she screamed to grandma, who looked inquiringly.\n\n\u201cHer eyes, is it?\u201d asked Mrs. Bascom; \u201cwell, I've got a receet that cousin Samanthy's folks had when John's children had 'em; and I'll run right along home and get it,\u201d and she started to go.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_63": "\u201cOh yes, sir,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper; \u201cBen's upstairs; and Polly and Phronsie are in here.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cPoor little things!\u201d<|Q|> said Mrs. Henderson, compassionately; \u201chadn't you better,\u201d turning to the minister, \u201cgo up and see Ben first, while I will visit the little girls?\u201d\n\nSo the minister mounted the crooked stairs; and Mrs. Henderson went straight up to Polly's side; and the first thing Polly knew, a cool, gentle hand was laid on her hot head, and a voice said, \u201cI've come to see my little chicken now!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_92": "\u201cOh, no, Phronsie; you must keep them nice,\u201d remonstrated her mother; \u201cyou can't wear 'em every-day, you know.\u201d\n\n\u201c'Tisn't every-day,\u201d said Phronsie, slowly; <|Q|>\u201cit's only one day.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, and then you'll want 'em on again tomorrow,\u201d said her mother.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_119": "\u201cOh, is he!\u201d cried Polly, clasping her hands in rapture; \u201cmammy, can't I take off this horrid bandage, and see him?\u201d\n\n\u201cDear me, no!\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, springing forward; <|Q|>\u201cnot for the world, Polly! Dr. Fisher'd have our ears off!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWell, I can hear, any way,\u201d said Polly, resigning herself to the remaining comfort; \u201chere he is! oh, Ben!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_93": "\u201c'Tisn't every-day,\u201d said Phronsie, slowly; \u201cit's only one day.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWell, and then you'll want 'em on again tomorrow,\u201d<|Q|> said her mother.\n\n\u201cOh, no, I won't!\u201d cried Phronsie; \u201cnever, no more to-morrow, if I can have 'em to-day; please, mammy dear!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_123": "\u201cThere,\u201d said Ben, grasping Polly, bandage and all; \u201cnow we're all right; and say, Polly, you're a brick!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMammy told me not to say that the other day,\u201d<|Q|> said Joel, with a very virtuous air.\n\n\u201cCan't help it,\u201d said Ben, who was a little wild over Polly, and besides, he had been sick himself, and had borne a good deal too.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_150": "\u201cMake it two bears, Ben,\u201d begged little Phronsie.\n\n\u201cOh, no, Phronsie, that's too much,\u201d cried Joel; <|Q|>\u201cthat'll spoil it; but make it a big bear, do Ben, and have him bite him somewhere, and most kill him.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, Joel!\u201d cried Polly, while David's eyes got bigger than ever.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_151": "\u201cOh, Joel!\u201d cried Polly, while David's eyes got bigger than ever.\n\nSo Ben drew upon his powers as story-teller, to suit his exacting audience, and was making his bear work havoc upon poor Tommy in a way captivating to all, even Joel, when, <|Q|>\u201cWell, I declare,\u201d<|Q|> sounded Mrs. Pepper's cheery voice coming in upon them, \u201cif this isn't comfortable!\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, mammy!\u201d cried Phronsie, jumping out of Polly's arms, whither she had taken refuge during the thrilling tale, and running to her mother who gathered her baby up, \u201cwe've had a bear! a real, live bear, we have! Ben made him!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_152": "\u201cOh, Joel!\u201d cried Polly, while David's eyes got bigger than ever.\n\nSo Ben drew upon his powers as story-teller, to suit his exacting audience, and was making his bear work havoc upon poor Tommy in a way captivating to all, even Joel, when, \u201cWell, I declare,\u201d sounded Mrs. Pepper's cheery voice coming in upon them, <|Q|>\u201cif this isn't comfortable!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, mammy!\u201d cried Phronsie, jumping out of Polly's arms, whither she had taken refuge during the thrilling tale, and running to her mother who gathered her baby up, \u201cwe've had a bear! a real, live bear, we have! Ben made him!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_126": "\u201cI'll be all right now, mammy, that Ben's here,\u201d cried Polly, settling back into her chair, with Phronsie on the stool at her feet.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI'm goin' to tell her stories, ma,\u201d<|Q|> cried Ben, \u201cso you needn't worry about us.\u201d\n\n\u201cIsn't it funny, Ben,\u201d said Polly, as the gate clicked after the mother, \u201cto be sitting still, and telling stories in the daytime?\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_128": "\u201cI'm goin' to tell her stories, ma,\u201d cried Ben, \u201cso you needn't worry about us.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cIsn't it funny, Ben,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly, as the gate clicked after the mother, \u201cto be sitting still, and telling stories in the daytime?\u201d\n\n\u201cRather funny!\u201d replied Ben.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_101": "Phronsie opened her eyes very wide at this.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, no, she don't have anything, Polly don't.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd what does Polly want most of all -- do you know? see if you can tell me.\u201d And the doctor put on the most alluring expression that he could muster.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_102": "\u201cOh, no, she don't have anything, Polly don't.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd what does Polly want most of all -- do you know? see if you can tell me.\u201d<|Q|> And the doctor put on the most alluring expression that he could muster.\n\n\u201cOh, I know!\u201d cried Phronsie, with a very wise look. \u201cThere now,\u201d cried the doctor, \u201cyou're the girl for me! to think you know! so, what is it?\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_132": "\u201cWell; once upon a time,\u201d began Ben delightfully, and launched into one of the stories that the children thought perfectly lovely.\n\n\u201cOh, Bensie,\u201d cried Polly, entranced, as they listened with bated breath, <|Q|>\u201chowever do you think of such nice things!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cI've had time enough to think, the last week,\u201d said Ben, laughing, \u201cto last a life-time!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_104": "Phronsie got up very gravely, and with one shoe half on, she leaned over and whispered in the doctor's ear:\n\n<|Q|>\u201cA stove!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cA what?\u201d said the doctor, looking at her, and then at the old, black thing in the corner, that looked as if it were ashamed of itself; \u201cwhy, she's got one.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_105": "\u201cA stove!\u201d\n\n\u201cA what?\u201d said the doctor, looking at her, and then at the old, black thing in the corner, that looked as if it were ashamed of itself; <|Q|>\u201cwhy, she's got one.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh,\u201d said the child, \u201cit won't burn; and sometimes Polly cries, she does, when she's all alone -- and I see her.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_133": "\u201cOh, Bensie,\u201d cried Polly, entranced, as they listened with bated breath, \u201chowever do you think of such nice things!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI've had time enough to think, the last week,\u201d<|Q|> said Ben, laughing, \u201cto last a life-time!\u201d\n\n\u201cDo go on,\u201d put in Joel, impatient at the delay.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_81": "\u201cWell, what is it?\u201d asked the minister, encouragingly.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cBen loves to hear reading,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly.\n\n\u201cDoes he? well, by that time, my little girl, I guess Ben will be down-stairs; he's all right, Polly; don't you worry about him -- and I'll sit in the kitchen, by the bedroom door, and you can hear nicely.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_134": "\u201cOh, Bensie,\u201d cried Polly, entranced, as they listened with bated breath, \u201chowever do you think of such nice things!\u201d\n\n\u201cI've had time enough to think, the last week,\u201d said Ben, laughing, <|Q|>\u201cto last a life-time!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cDo go on,\u201d put in Joel, impatient at the delay.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_137": "\u201cDon't hurry him so,\u201d said Polly, reprovingly; \u201che isn't strong.\u201d\n\n\u201cBen,\u201d said David, drawing a long breath, his eyes very big -- , <|Q|>\u201cdid he really see a bear?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d said Ben; \u201coh! where was I?\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_136": "\u201cDo go on,\u201d put in Joel, impatient at the delay.\n\n\u201cDon't hurry him so,\u201d said Polly, reprovingly; <|Q|>\u201che isn't strong.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBen,\u201d said David, drawing a long breath, his eyes very big -- , \u201cdid he really see a bear?\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_139": "\u201cNo,\u201d said Ben; \u201coh! where was I?\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cWhy, you said Tommy heard a noise,\u201d<|Q|> said Polly, \u201cand he thought it was a bear.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, yes,\u201d said Ben; \u201cI remember; 'twasn't a -- \u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_138": "\u201cBen,\u201d said David, drawing a long breath, his eyes very big -- , \u201cdid he really see a bear?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d said Ben; <|Q|>\u201coh! where was I?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, you said Tommy heard a noise,\u201d said Polly, \u201cand he thought it was a bear.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_141": "\u201cWhy, you said Tommy heard a noise,\u201d said Polly, \u201cand he thought it was a bear.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, yes,\u201d<|Q|> said Ben; \u201cI remember; 'twasn't a -- \u201d\n\n\u201cOh, make it a bear, Ben!\u201d cried Joel, terribly disappointed; \u201cdon't let it be not a bear.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_140": "\u201cNo,\u201d said Ben; \u201coh! where was I?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, you said Tommy heard a noise,\u201d said Polly, <|Q|>\u201cand he thought it was a bear.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, yes,\u201d said Ben; \u201cI remember; 'twasn't a -- \u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_114": "\u201cI know it's a week,\u201d she said, \u201csince dinnertime! If Ben were only well, to talk to me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, I say, Polly,\u201d<|Q|> screamed Joel at that moment running in, \u201cBen's a-comin' down the stairs!\u201d\n\n\u201cStop, Joe,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper; \u201cyou shouldn't have told; he wanted to surprise Polly.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_143": "\u201cOh, yes,\u201d said Ben; \u201cI remember; 'twasn't a -- \u201d\n\n\u201cOh, make it a bear, Ben!\u201d cried Joel, terribly disappointed; <|Q|>\u201cdon't let it be not a bear.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cWhy, I can't,\u201d said Ben; \u201ctwouldn't sound true.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_146": "\u201cWhy, I can't,\u201d said Ben; \u201ctwouldn't sound true.\u201d\n\n\u201cNever mind, make it sound true,\u201d insisted Joel; <|Q|>\u201cyou can make anything true.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cVery well,\u201d said Ben, laughing; \u201cI suppose I must.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_89": "The next day, Phronsie, who had the doctor's permission to sit up, only she was to be kept from taking cold, scampered around in stocking-feet in search of her shoes, which she hadn't seen since she was first taken sick.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, I want on my very best shoes,\u201d<|Q|> she cried; \u201ccan't I, mammy?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, no, Phronsie; you must keep them nice,\u201d remonstrated her mother; \u201cyou can't wear 'em every-day, you know.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_145": "\u201cWhy, I can't,\u201d said Ben; \u201ctwouldn't sound true.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cNever mind, make it sound true,\u201d<|Q|> insisted Joel; \u201cyou can make anything true.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery well,\u201d said Ben, laughing; \u201cI suppose I must.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_147": "\u201cNever mind, make it sound true,\u201d insisted Joel; \u201cyou can make anything true.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery well,\u201d said Ben, laughing; <|Q|>\u201cI suppose I must.\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMake it two bears, Ben,\u201d begged little Phronsie.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_148": "\u201cVery well,\u201d said Ben, laughing; \u201cI suppose I must.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cMake it two bears, Ben,\u201d<|Q|> begged little Phronsie.\n\n\u201cOh, no, Phronsie, that's too much,\u201d cried Joel; \u201cthat'll spoil it; but make it a big bear, do Ben, and have him bite him somewhere, and most kill him.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_149": "\u201cMake it two bears, Ben,\u201d begged little Phronsie.\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, no, Phronsie, that's too much,\u201d<|Q|> cried Joel; \u201cthat'll spoil it; but make it a big bear, do Ben, and have him bite him somewhere, and most kill him.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, Joel!\u201d cried Polly, while David's eyes got bigger than ever.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_96": "\u201cMy own, very own shoes! whole mine!\u201d she cried, and trudged out into the kitchen to put them on herself.\n\n\u201cHulloa!\u201d cried Dr. Fisher, coming in about a quarter of an hour later to find her tugging laboriously at the buttons -- <|Q|>\u201cnew shoes! I declare!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cMy own!\u201d cried Phronsie, sticking out one foot for inspection, where every button was in the wrong button-hole, \u201cand they've got red tops, too!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_125": "\u201cNow,\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, after the first excitement was over, \u201cyou're so comfortable together, and Phronsie don't want me now, I'll go to the store; I must get some more work if Mr. Atkins'll give it to me.\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cI'll be all right now, mammy, that Ben's here,\u201d<|Q|> cried Polly, settling back into her chair, with Phronsie on the stool at her feet.\n\n\u201cI'm goin' to tell her stories, ma,\u201d cried Ben, \u201cso you needn't worry about us.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_98": "\u201cMy own!\u201d cried Phronsie, sticking out one foot for inspection, where every button was in the wrong button-hole, \u201cand they've got red tops, too!\u201d\n\n\u201cSo they have,\u201d said the doctor, getting down on the floor beside her; <|Q|>\u201cbeautiful red tops, aren't they?\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cBe-yew-ti-ful,\u201d sang the child delightedly.", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_153": "So Ben drew upon his powers as story-teller, to suit his exacting audience, and was making his bear work havoc upon poor Tommy in a way captivating to all, even Joel, when, \u201cWell, I declare,\u201d sounded Mrs. Pepper's cheery voice coming in upon them, \u201cif this isn't comfortable!\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, mammy!\u201d cried Phronsie, jumping out of Polly's arms, whither she had taken refuge during the thrilling tale, and running to her mother who gathered her baby up, <|Q|>\u201cwe've had a bear! a real, live bear, we have! Ben made him!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cHave you!\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, taking off her shawl, and laying her parcel of work down on the table, \u201cnow, that's nice!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_155": "\u201cHave you!\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, taking off her shawl, and laying her parcel of work down on the table, \u201cnow, that's nice!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cOh, mammy!\u201d<|Q|> cried Polly, \u201cit does seem so good to be all together again!\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd I thank the Lord!\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, looking down on her happy little group; and the tears were in her eyes -- \u201cand children, we ought to be very good and please Him, for He's been so good to us.\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_154": "\u201cOh, mammy!\u201d cried Phronsie, jumping out of Polly's arms, whither she had taken refuge during the thrilling tale, and running to her mother who gathered her baby up, \u201cwe've had a bear! a real, live bear, we have! Ben made him!\u201d\n\n\u201cHave you!\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, taking off her shawl, and laying her parcel of work down on the table, <|Q|>\u201cnow, that's nice!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cOh, mammy!\u201d cried Polly, \u201cit does seem so good to be all together again!\u201d", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_157": "\u201cOh, mammy!\u201d cried Polly, \u201cit does seem so good to be all together again!\u201d\n\n<|Q|>\u201cAnd I thank the Lord!\u201d<|Q|> said Mrs. Pepper, looking down on her happy little group; and the tears were in her eyes -- \u201cand children, we ought to be very good and please Him, for He's been so good to us.\u201d\n\nTHE CLOUD OVER THE LITTLE BROWN HOUSE", "Solo.2199.4446.fivelittlepeppers_06_sidney_64kb_156": "\u201cHave you!\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, taking off her shawl, and laying her parcel of work down on the table, \u201cnow, that's nice!\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, mammy!\u201d cried Polly, <|Q|>\u201cit does seem so good to be all together again!\u201d<|Q|>\n\n\u201cAnd I thank the Lord!\u201d said Mrs. Pepper, looking down on her happy little group; and the tears were in her eyes -- \u201cand children, we ought to be very good and please Him, for He's been so good to us.\u201d"}