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They were five brothers, all called ''Fingers.'' They held themselves proudly one against the other, although they were of different sizes.
It seems to me as if the sunbeams were always looking under the water for me.
One day two street-urchins were playing and wading in the gutter, picking up old nails, pennies, and such things.
I was conscious that I knew nothing at all, as I may say, and I was sure that they knew many fine things; and here I was not mistaken, for they did know many things of which I was ignorant, and in this they certainly were wiser than I was.
Happy indeed would be the condition of youth if they had one corrupter only, and all the rest of the world were their improvers.
Whereas, upon your view, the heroes who fell at Troy were not good for much, and the son of Thetis above all, who altogether despised danger in comparison with disgrace; and when he was so eager to slay Hector, his goddess mother said to him, that if he avenged his companion Patroclus, and slew Hector, he would die himself--'Fate,' she said, in these or the like words, 'waits for you next after Hector;' he, receiving this warning, utterly despised danger and death, and instead of fearing them, feared rather to live in dishonour, and not to avenge his friend.
There were tears and sighs, swoonings and sobs, at the parting between Don Gregorio and Ana Felix.
A few stragglers were loitering on the pavement, and one, a tall, thin young man in a long ulster, bent forwards as they came down the steps.
Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something were pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast.
If you keep calling it to come to you and help you it will get to be part of you and it will stay and do things." "I once heard an officer in India tell my mother that there were fakirs who said words over and over thousands of times," said Mary.
Of course I should not dream of doing so if I were not your friend.
"'Little Hans is certainly a great loss to every one,' said the Blacksmith, when the funeral was over, and they were all seated comfortably in the inn, drinking spiced wine and eating sweet cakes.
"Rodya, my darling, my first born," she said sobbing, "now you are just as when you were little.
That was just what we were afraid of, Sofya Semyonovna and I.
These were the greater truths that I so successfully schooled myself to forget; the truths that were so serious that I refused to take them seriously, and played with gently, oh!