Mon, 08/27/2012 - 19:28 — davidchen1
Mon, 08/27/2012 - 19:27 — davidchen1
A few hours later protests nearly as disconcerting came in from South Africa and Australia. In Dublin there were vast separatist republican meetings, and there was a filibustory raid of uncertain significance against Ulster. At the same time a string of cipher telegrams made it plain that the insurrectionary movement in India was developing very gravely. A systematic attack upon the railway systems behind the northwest frontier was evidently going on; the bombing of bridges and the tearing up of the tracks at important centres was being carried out far more extensively than anyone could have foreseen. The trouble was taking a religious turn in the Punjab.
Sat, 08/25/2012 - 09:01 — davidchen1
Sat, 08/25/2012 - 09:00 — davidchen1
Hence the fine opportunity to purchasers which was well pointed out in the handbills of Mr. Borthrop Trumbull, whose acquaintance with the history of art enabled him to state that the hall furniture, to be sold without reserve, comprised a piece of carving by a contemporary of Gibbons.
At Middlemarch in those times a large sale was regarded as a kind of festival. There was a table spread with the best cold eatables, as at a superior funeral; and facilities were offered for that generous-drinking of cheerful glasses which might lead to generous and cheerful bidding for undesirable articles. Mr.
Sat, 08/25/2012 - 09:00 — davidchen1
Sat, 08/25/2012 - 08:59 — davidchen1
"To be sure there is. Nobody knows that better than you," said Will, with light gallantry, but inwardly prepared to be angry.
"It is really the most charming romance: Mr. Casaubon jealous, and foreseeing that there was no one else whom Mrs. Casaubon would so much like to marry, and no one who would so much like to marry her as a certain gentleman; and then laying a plan to spoil all by making her forfeit her property if she did marry that gentleman-- and then--and then--and then--oh, I have no doubt the end will be thoroughly romantic."
"Great God! what do you mean?" said Will, flushing over face and ears, his features seeming to change as if he had had a violent shake.
Sat, 08/25/2012 - 08:59 — davidchen1
Sat, 08/25/2012 - 08:58 — davidchen1
News is often dispersed as thoughtlessly and effectively as that pollen which the bees carry off (having no idea how powdery they are) when they are buzzing in search of their particular nectar. This fine comparison has reference to Fred Vincy, who on that evening at Lowick Parsonage heard a lively discussion among the ladies on the news which their old servant had got from Tantripp concerning Mr. Casaubon's strange mention of Mr. Ladislaw in a codicil to his will made not long before his death.
Sat, 08/25/2012 - 08:58 — davidchen1
Sat, 08/25/2012 - 08:57 — davidchen1
You will not, of course, expect me to stay at home to-morrow. I shall go to papa's."
To many women the look Lydgate cast at her would have been more terrible than one of anger: it had in it a despairing acceptance of the distance she was placing between them.
"And when shall you come back again?" he said, with a bitter edge on his accent.
"Oh, in the evening. Of course I shall not mention the subject to mamma." Rosamond was convinced that no woman could behave more irreproachably than she was behaving; and she went to sit down at her work-table.