Datasets:
yfyeung
/
librispeech_test-clean_4-10s

Dataset card Data Studio Files
xet
 Community
1
text
stringlengths
24
179
It was simple enough, sir, if you only had known, but, with all your cleverness, it was impossible that you could know.
In the debate between the senior societies her defence of the Fifteenth Amendment had been not only a notable bit of reasoning, but delivered with real enthusiasm.
John Taylor, who had supported her through college, was interested in cotton.
But, John, there's no society just elementary work
Find some Cresswells there big plantations rated at two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
You ought to know, John, if I teach Negroes I'll scarcely see much of people in my own class.
Here she was teaching dirty children, and the smell of confused odors and bodily perspiration was to her at times unbearable.
She wanted a glance of the new books and periodicals and talk of great philanthropies and reforms.
So for the hundredth time she was thinking today, as she walked alone up the lane back of the barn, and then slowly down through the bottoms.
The glimmering sea of delicate leaves whispered and murmured before her, stretching away to the Northward.
There might be a bit of poetry here and there, but most of this place was such desperate prose.
Her regard shifted to the green stalks and leaves again, and she started to move away.
Cotton is a wonderful thing, is it not, boys? she said rather primly.
Miss Taylor did not know much about cotton, but at least one more remark seemed called for.
I suppose, though, it's too early for them. Then came the explosion.
Goobers don't grow on the tops of vines, but underground on the roots like yams. Is that so?
The Golden Fleece it's the Silver Fleece He harkened.
The Hon. Charles Smith, Miss Sarah's brother, was walking swiftly uptown from Mister Easterly's Wall Street office, and his face was pale.
At last the Cotton Combine was to all appearances an assured fact and he was slated for the Senate.
She was not herself a notably intelligent woman she greatly admired intelligence or whatever looked to her like intelligence in others.
She was therefore most agreeably surprised to hear mister Cresswell express himself so cordially as approving of Negro education.
I believe in the training of people to their highest capacity. The Englishman here heartily seconded him.
But, Cresswell added significantly, capacity differs enormously between races.
Positively heroic, added Cresswell, avoiding his sister's eyes.
Mary Taylor, however, related the tale of Zora to Missus Grey's private ear later.
Fortunately, said mister Vanderpool, Northerners and Southerners are arriving at a better mutual understanding on most of these matters.
It was the first great sorrow of his life it was not so much the loss of the cotton itself but the fantasy, the hopes, the dreams built around it.
The revelation of his love lighted and brightened slowly till it flamed like a sunrise over him and left him in burning wonder.
He panted to know if she, too, knew, or knew and cared not, or cared and knew not.
Then of a sudden, at midday, the sun shot out, hot and still no breath of air stirred the sky was like blue steel the earth steamed.
He splashed and stamped along, farther and farther onward until he neared the rampart of the clearing, and put foot upon the tree bridge.
The squares of cotton, sharp edged, heavy, were just about to burst to bolls
For one long moment he paused, stupid, agape with utter amazement, then leaned dizzily against a tree.
He sat down weak, bewildered, and one thought was uppermost Zora
For a while she lay in her chair, in happy, dreamy pleasure at sun and bird and tree.
She rose with a fleeting glance, gathered the shawl round her, then gliding forward, wavering, tremulous, slipped across the road and into the swamp.
She had been born within its borders within its borders she had lived and grown, and within its borders she had met her love.
On she hurried until, sweeping down to the lagoon and the island, lo the cotton lay before her
He darted through the trees and paused, a tall man strongly but slimly made.
But the windows are patched with wooden panes, and the door, I think, is like the gate it is never opened.
Several clothes horses, a pillion, a spinning wheel, and an old box wide open and stuffed full of coloured rags.
That's the way with you that's the road you'd all like to go, headlongs to ruin.
You're a rare un for sitting down to your work a little while after it's time to put by.
Munny, my iron's twite told pease put it down to warm.
Munny, I tould 'ike to do into de barn to Tommy, to see de whittawd.
"No, no, no, Totty 'ud get her feet wet," said Missus Poyser, carrying away her iron.
"Did ever anybody see the like?" screamed Missus Poyser, running towards the table when her eye had fallen on the blue stream.
And there's linen in the house as I could well spare you, for I've got lots o' sheeting and table clothing, and towelling, as isn't made up.
Nay, dear aunt, you never heard me say that all people are called to forsake their work and their families.
I've strong assurance that no evil will happen to you and my uncle and the children from anything I've done.
By this time the two gentlemen had reached the palings and had got down from their horses it was plain they meant to come in.
said Captain Donnithorne, seating himself where he could see along the short passage to the open dairy door.
No, sir, he isn't he's gone to Rosseter to see mister West, the factor, about the wool.
But there's father, the barn, sir, if he'd be of any use.
No, thank you I'll just look at the whelps and leave a message about them with your shepherd.
I must come another day and see your husband I want to have a consultation with him about horses.
"Oh sir," said Missus Poyser, rather alarmed, "you wouldn't like it at all."
"By the by, I've never seen your dairy. I must see your dairy, Missus Poyser."
The Paris plant, like that at the Crystal Palace, was a temporary exhibit.
Why, if we erect a station at the falls, it is a great economy to get it up to the city.
There seems no good reason for believing that it will change.
Everything he has done has been aimed at the conservation of energy, the contraction of space, the intensification of culture.
For some years it was not found feasible to operate motors on alternating current circuits, and that reason was often urged against it seriously.
He obtained the desired speed and load with a friction brake also regulator of speed but waited for an indicator to verify it.
But the plant ran, and it was the first three wire station in this country.
Edison held that the electricity sold must be measured just like gas or water, and he proceeded to develop a meter.
Hence the Edison electrolytic meter is no longer used, despite its excellent qualities.
The principle employed in the Edison electrolytic meter is that which exemplifies the power of electricity to decompose a chemical substance.
the others having been in operation too short a time to show definite results, although they also went quickly to a dividend basis.
The meter continued in general service during eighteen ninety nine, and probably up to the close of the century.
He weighed and reweighed the meter plates, and pursued every line of investigation imaginable, but all in vain.
He felt he was up against it, and that perhaps another kind of a job would suit him better.
We were more interested in the technical condition of the station than in the commercial part.
"Then, dear," said Missus Whitney, "you must be kinder to her than ever. Think what it would be for one of you to be away from home, even among friends."
Somehow, of all the days when the home feeling was the strongest, this day it seemed as if she could bear it no longer.
Oh, she's always at the piano, said Van. She must be there now, somewhere, and then somebody laughed.
At this, the bundle opened suddenly, and out popped Phronsie
But Polly couldn't speak and if Jasper hadn't caught her just in time, she would have tumbled over backward from the stool, Phronsie and all
Oh, you are the dearest and best mister King I ever saw but how did you make mammy let her come?
Isn't he splendid cried Jasper in intense pride, swelling up. Father knew how to do it.
There, there, he said soothingly, patting her brown, fuzzy head.
I know, gasped Polly, controlling her sobs I won't only I can't thank you
asked Phronsie in intense interest slipping down out of Polly's arms, and crowding up close to Jasper's side.
Yes, all alone by himself, asserted Jasper, vehemently, and winking furiously to the others to stop their laughing he did now, truly, Phronsie.
Oh no, Jasper I must go by my very own self.
There Jap, you've caught it, laughed Percy while the others screamed at the sight of Jasper's face.
Don't mind it, Polly, whispered Jasper twasn't her fault.
Dear me ejaculated the old gentleman, in the utmost amazement and such a time as I've had to get her here too
she asked impulsively, I didn't believe you could persuade her, father.
I didn't have any fears, if I worked it rightly, said the old gentleman complacently.
he cried in high dudgeon just as if he owned the whole of the Peppers, and could dispose of them all to suit his fancy
And the old gentleman was so delighted with his success, that he had to burst out into a series of short, happy bits of laughter, that occupied quite a space of time.
It is sixteen years since John Bergson died.
His wife now lies beside him, and the white shaft that marks their graves gleams across the wheat fields.
The air and the earth are curiously mated and intermingled, as if the one were the breath of the other.
"That's not much of a job for an athlete. Here, I've been to town and back."
"How brown you've got since you came home! I wish I had an athlete to mow my orchard."
Indeed, he had looked away with the purpose of not seeing it.
There was something individual about the great farm, a most unusual trimness and care for detail.
Anyone thereabouts would have told you that this was one of the richest farms on the divide, and that the farmer was a woman, Alexandra Bergson.