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I rose to do so , but my purpose was at once arrested , as I looked at the door .
Was it magnetism ? I saw the handle of the lock distinctly turn . There was no one
nearer it than myself . I rubbed my eyes , - and looked with the most piercing ...
I rose to do so , but my purpose was at once arrested , as I looked at the door .
Was it magnetism ? I saw the handle of the lock distinctly turn . There was no one
nearer it than myself . I rubbed my eyes , - and looked with the most piercing ...
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Various persons , who had occasion in the course of that evening to visit the
corregidor of the Burgo de Osma , observed what at first appeared to be a
misshapen mass of rags propped up against the wall near the magistrate ' s door
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Various persons , who had occasion in the course of that evening to visit the
corregidor of the Burgo de Osma , observed what at first appeared to be a
misshapen mass of rags propped up against the wall near the magistrate ' s door
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Leaving sentries at the door , the party mounted the stairs ; and as the master of
the house , whose alertness a life of ease and sloth had somewhat impaired ,
was entering a gallery leading to the Empecinado ' s apartment , he found himself
...
Leaving sentries at the door , the party mounted the stairs ; and as the master of
the house , whose alertness a life of ease and sloth had somewhat impaired ,
was entering a gallery leading to the Empecinado ' s apartment , he found himself
...
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A few sentences , however , were exchanged , and he then went away , but
returned the same afternoon , and with a lump of wax contrived to take an
impression of the lock on the Empecinado ' s dungeon - door in order to get a key
made by a ...
A few sentences , however , were exchanged , and he then went away , but
returned the same afternoon , and with a lump of wax contrived to take an
impression of the lock on the Empecinado ' s dungeon - door in order to get a key
made by a ...
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... side of the door or trap , ' which closes the way , and to open it the moment he
hears the putter running up his tub : for twelve hours he squats down with the
door - string in his hand , without light , and without daring to move from the spot .
... side of the door or trap , ' which closes the way , and to open it the moment he
hears the putter running up his tub : for twelve hours he squats down with the
door - string in his hand , without light , and without daring to move from the spot .
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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.