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Page 168 - She is older than the rocks among which she sits; like the vampire, she has been dead many times, and learned the secrets of the grave; and has been a diver in deep seas, and keeps their fallen day about her; and trafficked for strange webs with Eastern merchants, and as Leda, was the mother of Helen of Troy, and, as Saint Anne, the mother of Mary...
Page 215 - I thought it wrong, added the corporal. I think so, too, said my uncle Toby. When the lieutenant had taken his glass of sack and toast he felt himself a little revived, and sent down into the kitchen to let me know that in about ten minutes he should be glad if I would step upstairs. I believe...
Page 194 - His hair was long and black, not curled like wool ; his forehead very high and large ; and a great vivacity and sparkling sharpness in his eyes. The colour of his skin was not quite black, but very tawny...
Page 289 - In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no white-winged angels now. But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads, them forth gently toward a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child's.
Page 306 - He felt his heart begin to beat violently, and for a few moments he was unable to stretch out his hand and grasp the restored treasure. The heap of gold seemed to glow and get larger beneath his agitated gaze. He leaned forward at last, and stretched forth his hand ; but instead of the hard coin with the familiar resisting outline, his fingers encountered soft warm curls.
Page 218 - ... notwithstanding my Uncle Toby was warmly engaged at that time in carrying on the siege of Dendermond parallel with the Allies, who pressed theirs on so vigorously that they scarce allowed him time to get his dinner...
Page 215 - ... said my uncle Toby) he was heartily welcome to it. He made a very low bow (which was meant to your honour), but no answer ; — for his heart was full ; — so he went up stairs with the toast. — I warrant you, my dear, said I, as I opened the kitchen door, your father will be well again.
Page 219 - Dendermond to itself, to be relieved, or not, by the French king, as the French king thought good, and only considered how he himself should relieve the poor lieutenant and his son. That kind Being, who is a friend to the friendless, shall recompense thee for this. "Thou hast left this matter short...
Page 235 - Think not of that," said Ivanhoe ; " this is no time for such thoughts. Who yield ? — who push their way ? " "The ladders are thrown down," replied Rebecca, shuddering ; " the soldiers lie grovelling under them like crushed reptiles — the besieged have the better.
Page 233 - They pull down the piles and palisades; they hew down the barriers with axes. — His high black plume floats abroad over the throng, like a raven over the field of the slain. — They have made a breach in the barriers — they rush in — they are thrust back ! — Frontde-Boeuf heads the defenders; I see his gigantic form above the press.