Mark Twain's Library of HumorC. L. Webster, 1888 - 707 Seiten |
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... in the language . NEW YORK , April . MY DEAR CAROLINE : -Lent came so frightfully early this year , that I was very much afraid my new bonnet , à l'Impératrice , would not be out from Paris soon enough . But THE NEW LIVERY . 35.
... in the language . NEW YORK , April . MY DEAR CAROLINE : -Lent came so frightfully early this year , that I was very much afraid my new bonnet , à l'Impératrice , would not be out from Paris soon enough . But THE NEW LIVERY . 35.
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... dear Mrs. Croesus , I shall be so glad to lend you mine . " " No , thank you , dear , " said she ; " Lawson won't do for me . By - by . " And so she slipped out , and , I've no doubt , told Mrs. Gnu that she had seen my bonnet at ...
... dear Mrs. Croesus , I shall be so glad to lend you mine . " " No , thank you , dear , " said she ; " Lawson won't do for me . By - by . " And so she slipped out , and , I've no doubt , told Mrs. Gnu that she had seen my bonnet at ...
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... Dear Caroline , who is the Scarlet Woman ! Dearest , tell me , upon your honor , if you have ever heard any scandal of Mr. Potiphar . " What is it about candlesticks ? " said I to Mr. Potiphar . " Perhaps Mr. Cheese finds gas too bright ...
... Dear Caroline , who is the Scarlet Woman ! Dearest , tell me , upon your honor , if you have ever heard any scandal of Mr. Potiphar . " What is it about candlesticks ? " said I to Mr. Potiphar . " Perhaps Mr. Cheese finds gas too bright ...
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... Dear Mrs. Potiphar , the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church . " Then he filled up his glass , and drank the wine off with such a mournful , resigned air , and wiped his lips so gently with his cambric handkerchief ( I saw ...
... Dear Mrs. Potiphar , the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church . " Then he filled up his glass , and drank the wine off with such a mournful , resigned air , and wiped his lips so gently with his cambric handkerchief ( I saw ...
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... dear Mrs. Potiphar , which is so full of pastoral associa- tions . " Why did he emphasize the word " pastoral " ? Do you wonder that I like Cream Cheese , dear Caroline , when he is so gentle and religious and such a pretty religion ...
... dear Mrs. Potiphar , which is so full of pastoral associa- tions . " Why did he emphasize the word " pastoral " ? Do you wonder that I like Cream Cheese , dear Caroline , when he is so gentle and religious and such a pretty religion ...
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Seite 506 - Fifty-five! This morning the parson takes a drive. Now, small boys, get out of the way! Here comes the wonderful one-hoss shay, Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay. "Huddup!" said the parson.— Off went they. The parson was working his Sunday's text,— Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed At what the— Moses— was coming next. All at once the horse stood still, Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill.
Seite 158 - Nicholas Vedder?" There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Seite 87 - Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar — Which the same I am free to maintain.
Seite 357 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Seite 545 - In such a night Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew And saw the lion's shadow ere himself And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea banks and waft her love To come again to Carthage.
Seite 505 - He would build one shay to beat the taown 'n' the keounty 'n' all the kentry raoun' ; It should be so built that it couldn' break daown : " Fur," said the Deacon, " 't 's mighty plain Thut the weakes' place mus' stan' the strain ; 'n' the way t' fix it, uz I maintain, Is only jest T' make that place uz strong uz the rest.
Seite 98 - Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'Ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'.
Seite 89 - But the hands that were played By that heathen Chinee, And the points that he made, Were quite frightful to see, — Till at last he put down a right bower, Which the same Nye had dealt unto me. Then I looked up at Nye, And he gazed upon me ; And he rose with a sigh, And said, " Can this be? We are ruined by Chinese cheap labour," — And he went for that heathen Chinee.
Seite 151 - From even this strong-hold the unlucky Rip was at length routed by his termagant wife, who would suddenly break in upon the tranquillity of the assemblage and call the members all to naught ; nor was that august personage, Nicholas Vedder himself, sacred from the daring tongue of this terrible virago, who charged him outright with encouraging her husband in habits of idleness.
Seite 149 - Rip's sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf, who was as much henpecked as his master ; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness, and even looked upon Wolf with an evil eye, as the cause of his master's going so often astray.