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falling heavens, nor did Juno’s wiles and wrath escape her brother’s eye. East Wind and West he calls before him, then speaks thus:   “Has pride in your birth so gained control of you? Do you now dare, winds, without command of mine, to mingle earth and sky, and raise confusion thus? Whom I –! But 

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     When these two traders came aboard I was pleased with the looks of them at once, or, rather, with the looks of both, and the speech of one.

his Aunt Mary.   Beatrice, scenting trouble, hurried to change the subject. "What's this, Dick—the Missouri River?"   "Hardly. This is the water that didn't fall in the buggy. It isn't deep; it makes bad going worse, that's all."  ...

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     These facts in regard to Herbert Spencer's uncles corroborate the general thesis that heredity counts for much. The four uncles had individuality, rising sometimes to the verge of eccentricity; in their various paths of life they were independent, critical, self-assertive, and with a characteristic...

with a window, or rather grille, so arranged that, while it was invisible from below, an observer standing there could hear and see all that passed in the chapel.   "This was the place," said Don Ignatio, "whence the old abbots kept secret watch upon the monks, and it was here that once I saw a sight which I am not likely to forget."  ...

     "Another mouth to feed, Shumshu!" jeered a fellow butcher, as he literally flung the bird at a neighbor's head. "Rather he than I," laughed the recipient, continuing the fling. "Ari! Shumshu, take thy baby. Well caught, brother! but what will thy house say?"   ...

  "His moral character doesn't count so far as the details go; what does matter is that if your theory is correct, the reef must run through his property. What are you going to do about that?"   "Buy him out," said the other.  ...

     But those were "trying times." It was bad enough when the pickle of a large and respectable family cried for the Black Captain; when it came to the little Miss Jessamine crying for him, one felt that the sooner the French landed and had done with it the better.     The big Miss...

they sat thinking, for a space. And ever higher and more warmly burned the sun; the breeze of June was sweet to them, long-used to fogs and damp and dark; the boundless flood of light across the azure thrilled them with aspiration and with joy.  ...

     "You see," he said, addressing me to the exclusion of Nance, as he turned Rogue onto the pasture, "I'm the lone male among all of these females. A sort of Mormon elder, I am; but, tut, man, it's only a brotherly kind of relationship which doesn't entail jealousy.... You see,...

     “Higgins’s job,” said he, earnestly, “is keepin’ us boys out o’ hell; an’ he’s the only man on the job.”     Of this I had been informed.     “I want t’ tell ye, friend,” the lumber-jack added, with honest reverence, “that he’s a damned good Christian, if...