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... Jocko sate on Vin- cent's knee . Ne monstrum , as he classically termed it . One of our compotatores was playing with it . Jocko grew suddenly in earnest — a grin — a scratch and a bite , were the work of a moment . " Ne - quid nimis ...
... Jocko sate on Vin- cent's knee . Ne monstrum , as he classically termed it . One of our compotatores was playing with it . Jocko grew suddenly in earnest — a grin — a scratch and a bite , were the work of a moment . " Ne - quid nimis ...
Page 181
... Jocko's place of banishment ; a sort of scramble . ensued , and the next moment the door was thrown violently open , and in rushed the terrified land- lady , screaming like a sea - gull , and bearing Jocko aloft upon her shoulders ...
... Jocko's place of banishment ; a sort of scramble . ensued , and the next moment the door was thrown violently open , and in rushed the terrified land- lady , screaming like a sea - gull , and bearing Jocko aloft upon her shoulders ...
Page 182
... Jocko's ferocity , and whose breast was still swelling with revenge , was glad of so favour- able an opportunity and excuse for wreaking it . He seized the poker , made three strides to Jocko , who set up an ineffable cry of defiance ...
... Jocko's ferocity , and whose breast was still swelling with revenge , was glad of so favour- able an opportunity and excuse for wreaking it . He seized the poker , made three strides to Jocko , who set up an ineffable cry of defiance ...
Page 183
... Jocko , which I wielded with exceeding valour , she might , with the simple weapons with which nature had provided her hands , have for ever demolished the loves and graces that abide in the face of Henry Pelham . When at last she saw ...
... Jocko , which I wielded with exceeding valour , she might , with the simple weapons with which nature had provided her hands , have for ever demolished the loves and graces that abide in the face of Henry Pelham . When at last she saw ...
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Page 188 - of a Dutch picture. It is only a red herring, or an old hat, which he has invested with such pomposity of shadow and darkness." " But his verses are so smooth," said Lady " Ah !" answered Vincent. "' Quand la rime enfin se trouve au bout des vers, Qu'importe que le reste y
Page 21 - was not able distinctly to hear. As I approached nearer to him, which I did with no very pleasant sensations, a large black dog, which, till then, had remained couchant, sprung towards me with a loud growl, "' Sonat hie de nare canina Litera,' as Persius has it. I was too terrified to move— "
Page 290 - accession to his property. A few months afterwards, a vacancy in the borough occurring, my uncle procured the nomination of one of his own political party ; to the great astonishment of Lord Glenmorris, and the great gratification of the burghersof Buyemall, Mr. Lufton offered himself in opposition to the Glenmorris candidate. In this age of
Page 1 - in your face, and expectorated on the floor. Their proudest glory was to drive the mail—'their mightiest exploit to box with the coachman—their most delicate amour to leer at the barmaid. It will be believed, that I felt little regret in quitting companions of this description. I went to take leave of our college tutor.
Page 57 - I have a good story to tell you of the Due de G e." Sir Henry, with difficulty, turned round his magnificent head, and muttered out some unintelligible excuse. The fact was, that poor Sir Henry was not that evening made to sit down— he had only his standing up coat on. Lady Oldtown—heaven
Page 153 - said I—"you are very good to be so interested in my accommodation." " Those curtains might be better arranged—that sofa replaced with a more elegant one," continued my new superintendant. " Really," said I, " I am too, too much flattered. Perhaps you would like to have my rooms altogether; if so, make at least no scruple
Page 58 - have you been ten days at Paris and not been introduced to the Miss Carltons ? Let me tell you that your reputation among your countrymen at Paris depends solely upon their verdict." " And upon your favour," added I. " Ah!" said she, " you must have had your origin in France, you have something about you
Page 164 - I forgotten thee ? Do I not, on the contrary, see thee—smell thee—taste thee—and almost die with rapture of thy possession ? What, though the goose, of which thou art a part, has, indeed, been roasted alive by a slow fire, in order to increase thy divine proportions—- yet has not our Almanach—the Almanach
Page 276 - I came into the world with an inordinate love of glory and a great admiration of the original; these propensities might have made me a Shakspeare— they did more, they made me a Russelton ! When I was six years old, I cut my jacket into a coat,
Page 93 - in my physiognomy ; the women love soul, Monsieur—something intellectual and spiritual always attracts them; yet my success certainly is singular.' ' " Bah ! Monsieur," replied I, " with dignity expression and soul! how could the heart of any French woman resist you ? No, you do yourself injustice. It was said of Caesar, that he was great