The Illustrated Parlour MiscellanyG. Slater, 1849 - 325 страници |
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... least wink at the doings of their more ruffianly and more numerous neighbours ; while there was yet another but not large class of sturdy , straightforward emigrants , who , attracted solely by the beauty of the country , had come into ...
... least wink at the doings of their more ruffianly and more numerous neighbours ; while there was yet another but not large class of sturdy , straightforward emigrants , who , attracted solely by the beauty of the country , had come into ...
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... least but his love , and that presented her instantly , forlorn and deserted , with her little ones , in this wild country , should he throw away his life with such desperate odds ; and , seeing the turn the affair was likely to take ...
... least but his love , and that presented her instantly , forlorn and deserted , with her little ones , in this wild country , should he throw away his life with such desperate odds ; and , seeing the turn the affair was likely to take ...
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... had not succeeded in detecting and punishing , had at least frightened off their singular foe . They now con- cluded they might safely disband . That day , after they separated one of their number , named Rees- almost THE RIVALS . 43.
... had not succeeded in detecting and punishing , had at least frightened off their singular foe . They now con- cluded they might safely disband . That day , after they separated one of their number , named Rees- almost THE RIVALS . 43.
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... least those of them who had managed to keep a footing during the relentless proscription of the Regulators , now began to look up , and hinted that they had known of Jack's return from the time of Stoner's murder , and had aided and ...
... least those of them who had managed to keep a footing during the relentless proscription of the Regulators , now began to look up , and hinted that they had known of Jack's return from the time of Stoner's murder , and had aided and ...
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... least two years on the outside of a house belonging to John Thorndyke , the village blacksmith , had absolutely disappeared , as well as its duplicate from the gable end of the forge . Yes , the house was actually let , but to whom ...
... least two years on the outside of a house belonging to John Thorndyke , the village blacksmith , had absolutely disappeared , as well as its duplicate from the gable end of the forge . Yes , the house was actually let , but to whom ...
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Страница 114 - Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
Страница 118 - Rip every now and then heard long rolling peals, like distant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft between lofty rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted. He paused for an instant, but supposing it to be the muttering of one of those transient thunder-showers which often take place in mountain heights, he proceeded.
Страница 120 - ... seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder.
Страница 126 - ... the doors off the hinges. A half-starved d'og that looked like Wolf was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth. and passed on. This was an unkind cut, indeed. "My very dog," sighed poor Rip, "has forgotten me!
Страница 119 - ... trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky, and the bright evening cloud. During the whole time, Rip and his companion had labored on in silence ; for though the former marvelled greatly what could be the object of carrying a keg of liquor up this wild mountain, yet there was something strange and incomprehensible about the unknown, that inspired awe, and checked familiarity.
Страница 127 - Rip stared in vacant stupidity. Another short but busy little fellow pulled him by the arm, and, rising on tiptoe, inquired in his ear, whether he was Federal or Democrat.
Страница 112 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
Страница 120 - ... countenances, that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote together. His companion now emptied the contents of the keg into large flagons, and made signs to him to wait upon the company. He obeyed with fear and trembling; they quaffed the liquor in profound silence, and then returned to their game.
Страница 129 - There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Страница 128 - Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question ; when a knowing, self-important old gentleman in a sharp cocked hat, made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle, with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his...