it was dreadful; but it was not only the pain, though that was terrible and lasted a long time; it was not only the indignity of having my best ornament taken from me, though that was bad; but it was this, how could I ever brush the flies off
my sides and my hind legs any more?
Tip it off
to him that there's diamonds on the red-hot ramparts of hell, and Mr.
Another Rule of Battle, that Alice had not noticed, seemed to be that they always fell on their heads, and the battle ended with their both falling off
in this way, side by side: when they got up again, they shook hands, and then the Red Knight mounted and galloped off
The source of this contradiction lies in the fact that the historians studying the events from the letters of the sovereigns and the generals, from memoirs, reports, projects, and so forth, have attributed to this last period of the war of 1812 an aim that never existed, namely that of cutting off
and capturing Napoleon with his marshals and his army.
Hans was delighted as he sat on the horse, drew himself up, squared his elbows, turned out his toes, cracked his whip, and rode merrily off
, one minute whistling a merry tune, and another singing,
At last, a gossip of Mrs Nubbles's, who had accompanied her to chapel on one or two occasions when a comfortable cup of tea had preceded her devotions, furnished the needful information, which Kit had no sooner obtained than he started off
Tom was carried off
by the chambermaid in a brown study, from which he was roused in a clean little attic, by that buxom person calling him a little darling and kissing him as she left the room; which indignity he was too much surprised to resent.
It was kind of lazy and jolly, laying off
comfortable all day, smoking and fishing, and no books nor study.
One day, however, as he was lying half asleep in the warm water somewhere off
the Island of Juan Fernandez, he felt faint and lazy all over, just as human people do when the spring is in their legs, and he remembered the good firm beaches of Novastoshnah seven thousand miles away, the games his companions played, the smell of the seaweed, the seal roar, and the fighting.
At the earliest streak of day one of the leaders would mount his horse, and gallop off
full speed for about half a mile; then look round for Indian trails, to ascertain whether there had been any lurkers round the camp; returning slowly, he would reconnoitre every ravine and thicket where there might be an ambush.
So you maintain that Christine Daae was carried off
by an angel: an angel of the Opera, no doubt?
The three soldiers wandered about for a minute or two, looking for them, and then quietly marched off
after the others.