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exact bearings were taken, and the Moravian continued on course apparently undamaged. Had it run afoul of an underwater rock or the wreckage of some enormous derelict ship? They were unable to say. But when they examined its undersides in the service yard, they discovered that part of its keel had been smashed,This occurrence, extremely serious in itself, might perhaps have been forgotten like so many others, if three weeks later it hadn

You know what it isslike when someone hassgiven you a taste, a glorioussmoment, of what issreally true about life? For me, most of these have been creative or performing artists, because it issfrom art that I receive inspiration, to which I retreat in momentssof reflection, and in which I find that which we call God most beautifully expressed.

There was no servant, then, in the detached house?

But as he said these words one of the two figures on the Minorca who stood close to the wheel, bawled, with his hand protecting his mouth from the sidelong sweep of the wind: The ship's at your sarvice, your honours; and right glad we are that you've overhauled us, as it is about time we was under lawful government.

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Your saint is a dark womanbut this, my poor Porbus, belongs to a fair one. Your figures are pale, colored phantoms, which you present to our eyesand you call that painting Because you make something which looks more like a woman than a house, you think you have touched the goalproud of not being obliged to write currus venustus or pulcher homo on the frame of your picture, you think yourselves majestic artists like our great forefathers. Ha, ha O my master But at least, he resumed after a pause, this picture is better than the paintings of that rascally Rubens, with his mountains of Flemish flesh daubed with vermilion, his cascades of red hair, and his hurly-burly of color. At any rate, you have got the elements of color, drawing, and sentiment, --the three essential parts of art.

exact bearings were taken, and the Moravian continued on course apparently undamaged. Had it run afoul of an underwater rock or the wreckage of some enormous derelict ship? They were unable to say. But when they examined its undersides in the service yard, they discovered that part of its keel had been smashed,This occurrence, extremely serious in itself, might perhaps have been forgotten like so many others, if three weeks later it hadn

Decidedly, Photini knew the song; for she opened her eyes wide, so that love could enter without trouble.

With a sigh of satisfaction, the President of the R. and Q. Road rose from his desk.

The room in which I found myself was very large and lofty. The windows were long, narrow, and pointed, and at so vast a distance from the black oaken floor as to be altogether inaccessible from within. Feeble gleams of encrimsoned light made their way through the trellised panes, and served to render sufficiently distinct the more prominent objects aroundthe eye, however, struggled in vain to reach the remoter angles of the chamber, or the recesses of the vaulted and fretted ceiling. Dark draperies hung upon the walls. The general furniture was profuse, comfortless, antique, and tattered. Many books and musical instruments lay scattered about, but failed to give any vitality to the scene. I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. An air of stern, deep, and irredeemable gloom hung over and pervaded all.

I say, my girl, is this the best stuff that you have in the cellar?

Why do I believe in cause and effect? What gives me the right to speak of an ,

Oh cried Scarface; at first your words were good. I was glad. But now it is dark. My heart is dead. Where is that far-off lodge? Where is the trail that no one yet has travelled?

Where did you find out this story?

A Judge who had for years looked in vain for an opportunity for infamous distinction, but whom no litigant thought worth bribing, sat one day upon the Bench, lamenting his hard lot, and threatening to put an end to his life if business did not improve Suddenly he found himself confronted by a dreadful figure clad in a shroud, whose pallor and stony eyes smote him with a horrible apprehension

In dresand outwardlysaid heshe ia Moorbut at heart she ia thoroughly good Christianfor she hathe greatest desire to become one.

staggered that stout Stagyrite,

After a while he returned In his hands he had theA B C book for his son, but the old coat was gone Thepoor fellow was in his shirt sleeves and the day was cold

No fear of thatreturned the landlord; I shall not be so mad ato make a knight-errant of myself; for I see well enough that thingare not now athey used to be in those dayswhen they say those famouknightroamed about the world.

Yet it wasswith something very like a catching of the breath that Mr. Barnstaplessattention reverted from the Limousine people to thissnoble-seeming world into which he and they had fallen. What sort of beingssreally were these men and women of a world where ill-bred weeds, it seemed, had ceased to thrust and fight amidst the flowers, and where leopardssvoid of feline malice looked out with friendly eyessupon the passer-by?

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Well? His mother's voice dispelled the vision. Are you goin' to answer me, Willium?

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The old story, Watson. A treacherous friend and a fickle wife. It would appear that Amberley has one hobby in life, and it is chess. Not far from him at Lewisham there lives a young doctor who is also a chesplayer. I have noted his name as Dr. Ray Ernest. Ernest was frequently in the house, and an intimacy between him and Mrs. Amberley was a natural sequence, for you must admit that our unfortunate client has few outward graces, whatever his inner virtues may be. The couple went off together last weekdestination untraced. What is more, the faithless spouse carried off the old man

staggered that stout Stagyrite,

With a sigh of satisfaction, the President of the R. and Q. Road rose from his desk.

There was no servant, then, in the detached house?

With a sigh of satisfaction, the President of the R. and Q. Road rose from his desk.

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