That is why I am so furious with Gwenda Pottingdon, who has practically forced herself on me for lunch on Wednesday next; she heard me offer the Paulcote girl lunch if she was up shopping on that day, and, of course, she asked if she might come too.
— from The Toys of Peace, and Other Papers by Saki
And why not two hundred and fifty right arms and two hundred and fifty left; or why not all right or all left?
— from The Witch Doctor and other Rhodesian Studies by Frank Worthington
The collection possesses several drawings made about that time, notably the studies for "Lieder ohne Worte" (No. 36).
— from The Life, Letters and Work of Frederic Leighton. Volume II by Barrington, Russell, Mrs.
[585] When the Reformation plunged the Church into a struggle for life, of which no man might foretell the result, there arose a demand for sharper measures of repression.
— from A History of the Inquisition of Spain; vol. 3 by Henry Charles Lea
Colbert fixed upon the old duchesse one of those fierce looks of which no words can convey the expression, accompanied by a firmness which was not wanting in grandeur.
— from The Vicomte de Bragelonne Or Ten Years Later being the completion of "The Three Musketeers" And "Twenty Years After" by Alexandre Dumas
"It would be just as much food as the fourteen little ones would need, before they were old enough to go abroad with her and pick up their living in the desert.
— from Kittyleen Flaxie Frizzle Stories by Sophie May
It forms a marked contrast to the expansive and brighter Fionn Loch , of which, nevertheless, it is merely an alpine chamber; and the contrasted names given by the old Celts to two parts of the same water, the "white" and the "black," are as true as they are descriptive.
— from Gairloch in North-West Ross-Shire Its Records, Traditions, Inhabitants, and Natural History, with a Guide to Gairloch and Loch Maree, and a Map and Illustrations by John H. (John Henry) Dixon
Attach to them the first few letters of workers’ names.
— from The Silicon Jungle by David H. Rothman
The lights and shades of the familiar lakes of Western New York were wanting here, and it suddenly came to my mind that there were surface reflections, but no shadows, and musing on this extraordinary fact, I stood motionless on a jutting cliff absorbed in meditation, abstractedly gazing down into that transparent depth.
— from Etidorhpa; or, The End of Earth. The Strange History of a Mysterious Being and the Account of a Remarkable Journey by John Uri Lloyd
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