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Good serkuntenance Chief shouldered man , with the true Tartar face , flat
forehead , high and broad cheek - bones , small eyes , running up obliquely into
the side of his head ; a thin peaked chin , from which sprouted a very scanty
beard .
Good serkuntenance Chief shouldered man , with the true Tartar face , flat
forehead , high and broad cheek - bones , small eyes , running up obliquely into
the side of his head ; a thin peaked chin , from which sprouted a very scanty
beard .
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After a pause , the Chief said to his prisoner , « Have you got a country ? » - - I
have , - said the other . What , — with trees , and houses , and men and women in
it . . « Yes , » said the Englishman , « we have got all that . ” « Have you a ...
After a pause , the Chief said to his prisoner , « Have you got a country ? » - - I
have , - said the other . What , — with trees , and houses , and men and women in
it . . « Yes , » said the Englishman , « we have got all that . ” « Have you a ...
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said the Chief . « I am going to India . » « Does a woman govern Hind too ? » - -
She does , " said the . Englishman . Yalan ! lies ! » exclaimed the Chief . - What !
the country conquered by Nadir , owned by Shab Jeban , governed by the ...
said the Chief . « I am going to India . » « Does a woman govern Hind too ? » - -
She does , " said the . Englishman . Yalan ! lies ! » exclaimed the Chief . - What !
the country conquered by Nadir , owned by Shab Jeban , governed by the ...
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al length roared out the much - bepuzzled Chief . The Englishman , having been
brought in all haste , was soon entreated to satisfy their curiosity . He did not
hesitate to do so , seeing that he might be benefited by civility , and he
accordingly ...
al length roared out the much - bepuzzled Chief . The Englishman , having been
brought in all haste , was soon entreated to satisfy their curiosity . He did not
hesitate to do so , seeing that he might be benefited by civility , and he
accordingly ...
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She was the niece of the chief , daughter of the very head man of the obah of
which he himself was the slave . He saw that the poor folks were in the uttermost
distress . Every charm and , spell that could be invoked had been put into
requisition ...
She was the niece of the chief , daughter of the very head man of the obah of
which he himself was the slave . He saw that the poor folks were in the uttermost
distress . Every charm and , spell that could be invoked had been put into
requisition ...
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Seite 373 - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks; It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.
Seite 174 - Fear ye not me? Saith the LORD: will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet can they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass over it?
Seite 231 - He is a middle-sized, spare man, about forty years old, of a brown complexion and darkbrown coloured hair, but wears a wig ; a hooked nose, a sharp chin, grey eyes, and a large mole near his mouth...
Seite 118 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 361 - I never saw them afterwards, or any sign of them except three of their hats, one cap, and two shoes that were not fellows.
Seite 92 - The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch Whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward.— I'll talk to you, lady, but not beat you.
Seite 360 - Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual corruption of words in England we are now called, nay, we call ourselves, and write our name "Crusoe," and so my companions always called me.
Seite 22 - The sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn...
Seite 129 - For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Seite 83 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.