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The mostindiscreet scion of Pittsburgh aristocracy never committed himself moreidiotically (to repent subsequently in curses and coin) than Nathan andI described our holiest, hottest feelings for the edification of thoselittle snobs.
VIThat night Nathan took a bundle of big square envelopes tied with a redribbon, Bernie’s letters, and put them where the sight could no longerhurt him.
He had often tried toimagine such an event, but had found the picture too mortifying andexasperating, and had quietly dropped it
His mother was in an adjacent apartment, eternally rocking,rocking, rocking, considering her troubles in the dark.
What next, I wonder? I don’t see how she can failto—to understand—”“Her own position?” prompted Gania.
So we walked to the door, and we threw it open, and we stepped together into the house of the Unmentionable Times.
Hewas a manager of the last, and wears his honors with much grace; and hehas the offer of a partnership in a rich young firm.
The man whois attacked by robbers at night, in a dark wood, or anywhere,undoubtedly hopes and hopes that he may yet escape until the verymoment of his death.
The fever of dislike which he hadfelt towards this man had passed, but he could never look on him as afriend.
Why, if I were an angel of light, and asinnocent before you as a babe, you would still loathe me if youbelieved that _she_ loved me, instead of loving yourself.
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”“Well, well! Enough! You’ve pitied me, and that’s all that good mannersexact.
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As Olaf had alarge fleet, and could not discover with certainty where he should go tomeet King Canute, and as his people were dissatisfied with lying quietin one place with so large an armament, he resolved to sail with hisfleet south to Denmark, and took with him all the men who were bestappointed and most warlike; and he gave leave to the others to returnhome.
His tie was simply an ethereal white butterfly, straight from heaven,that hovered over the collar-stud as if it were sipping pollen fromsome exotic flower.
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“You’re hurt!Let me help you!”Regardless of his broken body, no woman had ever spoken to Nathan inthat tone before.
Then he pulled out of his waistcoat pocketan untidy slip of paper, on which was scrawled:“PRINCE LEF NICOLAIEVITCH,—If you think fit, after all that has passed,to honour our house with a visit, I can assure you you will not find meamong the number of those who are in any way delighted to see you.
Nur dich gesegne und behüteunser Herrgott für immer und allzeit, dich -- wie ich nun zu dir sagenmuß -- meine Schwester.
In fact, NastasiaPhilipovna’s beauty became a thing known to all the town; but not asingle man could boast of anything more than his own admiration forher; and this reputation of hers, and her wit and culture and grace,all confirmed Totski in the plan he had now prepared.
Minä voin väittää, etten ole milloinkaanantanut kenellekään aihetta ymmärtää väärin itseäni.
And why doesn’t he die, I should like to know? He undertook to diewithin three weeks, and here he is getting fatter.
Only think, gentlemen,”—andFerdishenko here grew quite enthusiastic, “only think with what eyes weshall observe one another tomorrow, after our tales have been told!”“But surely this is a joke, Nastasia Philipovna?” asked Totski
“Suddenly I heard behind me, and about on a level with my head, a sortof rattling sound.
And if in nothingelse you can be approved, yet let your honesty and conscience bestill approved, and lose not one jot of your innocence amidst yourmany crosses and afflictions.
The windows looking on thestreet were open, and the sound of a voice, reading aloud or making aspeech, came through them
Still in thatprofound gloom I rushed to one of the windows--tore aside thecurtain--flung open the shutters; my first thought was--LIGHT.
Again and again I wentround this treadmill of thought; and again and again gave up baffled andin despair.
Sherented these four walls from an unkempt little Creole woman, whoseprogeny seemed like the promised offspring of Abraham,--multitudinous.