These people, laughing joyfully, thronged round me and caressed me; they took me home with them.
My God, how she cried out! How she started!
Mistaking my emotion, they were endeavouring to cheer me with the hope that the boy would certainly be found,
We lingered so long over the leaves from which I had read, that as I consigned them to their former resting place
He had relapsed for a moment into his late train of meditation, and, with a thoughtful smile upon his face, had died.
Her eyes were a light hazel, they were lovely eyes, full of life, and capable of expressing love as well as sullen hatre...
I had to make haste and at all costs save my reputation in the eyes of Zverkov and Simonov as quickly as possible
I was always conscious of that weak point of mine, and sometimes very much afraid of it.
‘Go away, go away,’ I commanded in desperation. At that moment my clock began whirring and wheezing and struck seven.
I stood before her crushed, crestfallen, revoltingly con-fused, and I believe I smiled as I did my utmost to wrap
Our silence lasted for five minutes. The tea stood on the table; we did not touch it.
To be two or three days behind with his wages, for in-stance, was impossible
‘That’s not what I am asking you about, you torturer!’ I shouted, turning crimson with anger.
But at this point a strange thing happened. I was so accustomed to think and imagine everything from books,
So I dreamed as I sat at home that evening, almost dead with the pain in my soul.
But before then he had cleared off his dinner, and his bottle of wine.
Mr. Click parted from me with those words, and we broke off our acquaintance.
He could have walked faster perhaps; most likely; but rob him of his trot, and Toby would have taken to his bed and died...
The propriety of opening the British Museum to respectable people on Sunday, has lately been the subject of some discuss...
'Then here,' said Meg, clapping her hands, after a moment's bustle; 'here it is, all ready! And beautiful it looks! Come...
Meg checked her sobs, and with the tears streaming from her eyes, bent over him to listen. Not to lose a breath
'I held the same face in my arms when Lilian's mother died and left her.'
But he didn't answer. He didn't even raise the handkerchief to his face.
No, you don't know English as I can see here in recording that your sentences are not correct.
Let the reader imagine himself to be facing three miles of any very rough broken sloping ground known to him...
Of course so cruel and bad a man as Commodus had many enemies, and could not expect to live long.
A soul had returned to Earth to answer an unasked question.
A message on his phone peeped towards his pale face as he saw the shadow, her!
If everyone made a small difference, we'd end up with a big difference, wouldn't we?