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...The first significant published short story of French author Guy de Maupassant, and generally acknowledged as his greatest work, Ball-of-Fat (French title: Boule de Suif) is the touching story of an interrupted coach ride from Rouen to Le Havre during which occurs the corruption of a principled prostitute by immoral and hypocritical members of the upper class....

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...by excess of some other kind. His convalescence demanded complete rest, a light diet, bracing air, and freedom from excitement of every kind, and the fat lands of Bessin seemed to offer all these conditions of recovery. To Bayeux, a picturesque place about six miles from the sea, the patient therefore betook himself, and was received with the cordiality characteristic of r...

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...ht diet, bracing air, and freedom from excite- ment of every kind, and the fat lands of Bessin seemed to offer all these conditions of recovery. To Ba...

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..., 1936), “Coloana Infinitului” (III), “Domni şoara Pogany” (II, V), “Tân ăr ă fat ă sofisticat ă”, “Coco ş“, “Fotoliu”, “Pas ărea în spa ţiu”... Ap... ...ransform ă în triciclete (troci) de c ărat. B ăie ţii mai iau în spate câte o fat ă, iar mamele câte un copil (pe-aceea şi biciclet ă de şelat ă)......

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...nice. 370 If I can catch him once vpon the hip, 371 I will feede fat the ancient grudge I beare him. 372 He hates our sacred Nation, an...

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...If they don’t get an awful squeeze, I’m very much mistaken! “He is immensely fat, and so Well suits the occupation: In point of fact, if you must know... ...ince of button boys!” Syne, he has taen a supple cane To swinge that dog sae fat: The doggie yowled, the doggie howled The louder aye for that. Syne, ...

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...ban round it, of which the voluminous folds were snowy white. His face was fat, but not the less grave, and the lower part of it was enveloped in a ma...

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...to. But I’ve said nothin’ to ye, mind ye. I’ve whispered never a word; for old fat Louis’ll live the voyage out if the last mother’s son of yez go to ... ... they was born. I could weep for the poor creatures, did I but forget poor old fat Louis and the troubles before him. But ’tis not a whisper I’ve drop... ... a dark night. She’s close, she’s close.” “Who goes first?” I queried. “Not old fat Louis, I promise you,” he laughed. “For ’tis in the bones iv me I k... ...thing stirring amidships. “Those cursed hunters,” was his comment. “Too damned fat and lazy to stand a four hour watch.” But on the forecastle head we... ...n for silence, and the eyes closed again. In the lower bunk lay Louis, grossly fat and warm and sweaty, asleep un feignedly and sleeping laboriously.... ...y’s killing I have seen our decks covered with hides and bodies, slippery with fat and blood, the scuppers running red; masts, ropes, and rails spatte... ...nd one, swamped and bottom up, to which were desperately clinging Jock Horner, fat Louis, and Johnson. This time I remained aloft, and Wolf Larsen suc... ...d by?” I asked impulsively, for he had voiced my own fear. “Stand by? ’Tis old fat Louis I stand by, an’ trouble enough it’ll be. We’re at the beginni... ...his task he elected a vengeance on the shark. A heavy swivel hook, baited with fat salt pork, was dropped overside; and by the time I had compressed t...

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...ons. He spent long whiles on the eminence, looking down the rivershed and abroad on the fat lowlands, and watched the clouds that travelled forth upon... ...d as something to be both feared and hoped for. One day, when Will was about sixteen, a fat young man arrived at sunset to pass the night. He was a co... ...i- nated against the night sky, a pattern of transparent green upon a dusky purple. The fat young man rose, and, taking Will by the arm, led him out u... ... pro- found contentment with the world. And what more should he desire with either? The fat young man and his councils were so present to his mind, th... ...’s mind was besieged by tumultuous and crying memories. His boyhood, the night with the fat young man, the death of his adopted parents, the summer da... ... brain, but revisiting his bodily senses as they do in pro- found and vivid dreams. The fat young man leaned his el- bows on the table opposite; Marjo... ...ellent. There was a ripe melon, a fish from the river in a memorable Bearnaise sauce, a fat fowl in a fricassee, and a dish of asparagus, followed by ... ...Marie. ‘Y ou hear?’ he said. ‘They are ruined; no more pickings, no more house, no more fat cutlets. It strikes me, my friend, that you had best be pa...

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...own, and he was pained; but Preble, the lame wheelwright, and Vincent, the fat blacksmith, and the other notables too, wanted to drink their evening b...

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...meant me well; And then began to bloat himself, and ooze All over with the fat affectionate smile That makes the widow lean. “My dearest friend, Have...

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... of hate- ful pleasures. He had no sooner come away than I openly joined him. “My lord, my lord,” said I, “this is no manner of behaviour.” “I grow fa...

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...inside. The room was the size of a large conference room arranged around a fat, huge pillar. Wrist shackles encircled the marble column midway up, wh...

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...oughts were filled with the dying Chu-Chu: So old. Senile, I guess. So fat. Hardly moves at all. Pita makes his last days soft. Good! His str... ...ng out the ageless discipline of the stalk: ears back, body low, tail-fur fat with anger, its tip twitching. His fine, gossamer fur lifting in the ...

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...led Dad. I think I could have handled the entire school knowing I was a big fat nothing, but Dad knowing was a punch in the gut. I wanted to prove... ...me pop star?” “Well, in my defense I thought it was holy water.” He spat a fat glob of icky to the ground. “My mouth tastes like frou frou, so I’d... ...dies day on the town she jumped at it. I immediately smelled a rat — a big, fat, gossipy one. I should’ve been offended, but she was my best frien...

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... Duke of Wellington’s nose, tempted the student of illustrated history . A Fat Lady , perhaps in part sus- tained upon postponed pork, her professiona... ... don’t let that put you out, either.’ ‘And I am blest if you ain’t getting fat!’ said Wegg, with culminating discontent. ‘What are you going to do nex...

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... at any Leopard now you will see that there are always five spots—off five fat black finger-tips. ‘Now you are a beauty!’ said the Ethiopian. ‘You can... ...ck to the Cave and ask Mummy to give it me.’ ‘It’s too far for your little fat legs,’ said Tegumai. ‘Besides, you might fall into the beaver-swamp and... ...n it. And if ‘Beavers’ took their cargoes To Penang instead of Lagos, Or a fat Shaw-Savill bore Passengers to Singapore, Or a White Star were to try a... ...p, combing her hair. She took the bone of the shoulder of mut- ton—the big fat blade-bone—and she looked at the wonderful marks on it, and she threw m... ...One evening Bat said, ‘There is a Baby in the Cave. He is new and pink and fat and small, and the Woman is very fond of him.’ ‘Ah,’ said the Cat, list... ...t- ted the Baby on the cheek, and it cooed; and the Cat rubbed against its fat knees and tickled it under its fat chin with his tail. And the Baby lau...

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... burnt my letters; When she writ to me, And that that favour made him fat, I said, if any title bee Convey’d by this, Ah, what doth it avai... ..., then, Twenty dayes hence, and thou shalt see Mee fresher, and more fat by being with men, Than if I had staid still with her and thee. For G...

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...em seated on the grass beside old Milne, the Master Builder, all sleek and fat, and complacently blinking, as if they had fed upon strange meats. Old ... ..., the country slopes downward from the city, here to the sea, there to the fat farms of Haddington, there to the mineral fields of Linlithgow. On the ... ... the mossy glen behind Kirk Yetton. In the same breath, you may be sure, a fat fowl was put to the fire, and the whitest napery prepared for the back ...

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...tles. It was evident Jim Bricknell drank beer for choice. He wanted to get fat—that was his idea. But he couldn’t bring it off: he was thin, though no... ...ion. Meanwhile his abdomen shook as he caught his breath, the flesh of his fat, naked arms swayed. Josephine looked down with the fixed gravity of a R... ...to CARE, when care isn’t in me. And I’m not going to be forced to it.” The fat, aproned French waiter was hovering near. Josephine let him remove the ... ... on the plate. “How much?” said Aaron to the driver. “Ten franc,” said the fat driver. But it was his turn now to screw down and scrutinise the pink t... ...ly towards the house. In the hall Lady Franks was discussing with Arthur a fat Pekinese who did not seem very well. She was sure the servants did not ... ...e Colonel, oh, awful man, did a sort of plump roly-poly- cake-walk, like a fat boy, right to the very door of that santum- sanctorum, the library. Aar... ...modest, sombre months imme- diately after the peace. So a large man with a fat neck and a white kerchief, and his collar over his knee, sat in Aaron’s... ...on’s seat. Aaron looked at the man, and at his own luggage over- head. The fat man saw him looking and stared back: then stared also at the luggage ov... ...class. “That man’s sitting in it.” “Which?” cried Francis, indignant. “The fat one there—with the collar on his knee.” “But it was your seat—!” Franci...