"I am not at home to any one, Victor," he said with a sigh. The man bowed and retired. Then he rose from the table, lit a cigarette, and flung himself down on a luxuriously cushioned couch that stood facing the screen. The screen was an old one, of gilt Spanish leather,...
(高分句型二) And I dialed the number. Later that afternoon, an old car stopped in my driveway. A man in his thirties with a young girl knocked on the door. "I've been praying someone would answer my advertisement. My daughter wants a violin so badly." He said,...
An old man named Carl says the river will tell him when it’s safe to walk on its ice. In the springtime, Carl and Katherine take a canoe ride, and pretend they’re boating through a steamy jungle stream filled with alligators and snakes. “Shimmery heat” rises from the riverbank’s...
old guy says: March 1, 2024 at 1:50 pm To a certain extent the current times and the elite behavior makes me think of Prohibition, the so called elites thought they knew better than the rest of us and imposed prohibition on us. Yes, it was ratified by enough states to become an a...
“I am not at home to any one, Victor,” he said with a sigh. The man bowed and retired. Then he rose from the table, lit a cigarette, and flung himself down on a luxuriously cushioned couch that stood facing the screen. The screen was an old one, of gilt Spanish leather, ...
So I’m working at hurrying before we really need to. I encourage myself and the kids to get ready quickly in the morning even when we woke up on time; choose a reasonable amount of time for breakfast and then end it; plan time to actually clean off the table, get our Bibles, and...
“This is Lord Henry Wotton, Dorian, an old Oxford friend of mine. I have just been telling him what a capital sitter you were, and now you have spoiled everything.” “You have not spoiled my pleasure in meeting you, Mr. Gray,” said Lord Henry, stepping forward and extending his ...
treacherous crime. Months of voiceless agony, and then a child born in pain. The mother sanatched away by death, the boy left to solitude and the tyranny of an old and loveless man. Yes; it was an interesting background. It posed the lad, made him more perfect as it were. Behind ev...
“I am not at home to any one, Victor,” he said with a sigh. The man bowed and retired.Then he rose from the table, lit a cigarette, and flung himself down on a luxuriously cushioned couch that stood facing the screen. The screen was an old one, of gilt Spanish leather, stamped...
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