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...ra this disguise betrayed a stock-broker, a banker, a lawyer, some citizen soul suspicious of infidelity. For in fact, in really high society, no one ... ...ways at war with necessity, he was one of the race of poverty-stricken and superior men who can do everything for the fortune of others and nothing fo... ...by condoning it, and ends by committing 11 Balzac it. In the long run the soul, constantly strained by shameful and perpetual compromise, sinks lower... ...ve something better,” replied Lucien, whose vanity, nettled by the assumed superiority of his editor, restored him to the sense of his new position. “... ...eturn to Paris, his projects, and his means of living. “On your knees to a superiority you can never attain to, albeit you are Finot!” he went on. “Ad... ...lph-like lightness which seems to negative the laws of gravitation? Is the soul become ambient? Has happiness a physical effluence? The ingenuousness ... ... educated, everybody here would tell Lucien that you had gone away to-day, Sunday, with a priest; he might follow in your tracks. In the course of a w... ...from spleen, hardly a word. Delphine de Nucingen gave a grand dinner every Sunday. She had chosen that day for her receptions, after observing that no... ... an open one. The emancipation of the shopkeeping and middle classes makes Sunday almost as tire- some in Paris as it is deadly in London. So the Baro...

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...terraces of Amboise. As I looked down on it from that elevation one lovely Sunday morning, through a mild glitter of au- tumn sunshine, it seemed the ... ... to you by your cabman (if you happen to drive) as the romantic abode of a superstitious king, and where a strong odor of pig- sties and other unclean... ...Loire, and who, twenty- five years after his death, yielded up their seven souls at the same moment, and enjoyed the curious privilege of retaining in... ...whom. a kind providence did not allow to make over the whole palace in the superior manner of his superior age. This had been a part of Gaston’s plan,... ... fine things it takes to make up such a monarchy; and how one of them is a superfluity of mouldering, empty, pal- aces. Chambord is touching,—that is ... ...hom the author of these lines was one, spent the greater part of a perfect Sunday morning in looking at it. It was as- tonishing, in the course of the... ...ationary quality, which makes them less of an offence than usual. It was a Sunday afternoon, and the light was yellow, save under the trees of the ave... ...chelieu closed about it on sea and land. This terrible functionary was the soul of the resistance; he held out from February to October, in the midst ... ...Bolognese school of painters be- 125 Henry James cause they “spoke to the soul.” He is a votary of the new classic, is fond of tall, squire, regular ...

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...—don’t spare it. Another glass of wine, Jones, my boy— a little bit of the Sunday side. Y es, let us eat our fill of the vain thing and be thankful th... ...ner to a very little comite. The Marquis of Steyne was present, paternally superintending the progress of his pupil. At Levant House Becky met one of ... ...f it,” she said to herself. “I would rather be a parson’s wife and teach a Sunday school than this; or a sergeant’s lady and ride in the regimental wa... ...nd be thankful if anybody speaks to her!” “What an honest and good-natured soul she is!” said another. “What an artful little minx” said a third. They... ...f the age, which admitted persons of all classes into the society of their superiors, but her ladyship owned that this one at least was well behaved a... ...fection, and engaged her again and again in con- versation. Little Becky’s soul swelled with pride and delight at these honours; she saw fortune, fame... ...how. He thought with a feeling very like pain how immeasurably she was his superior. When the hour of departure came, a crowd of young men followed he... ...n would take him to the play, or send him thither with the footman; and on Sundays he went to church with Briggs and Lady Jane and his cousins. Rawdon... ...ehoods. She has de- ceived her husband, as she has deceived everybody; her soul is black with vanity, worldliness, and all sorts of crime. I tremble w...

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... about it. “What want you, little one?” said the lady to him. “To yield my soul to you,” said he, flashing his eyes upon her. “You can come again to-m... ...o was a cunning Ital- ian, long bearded, a great sophist, and the life and soul of the Council, guessed, by the feeblest exercise of the faculties of ... ...d be a thing most profitable and pleasant to God to gain over this African soul to the true religion, and if the devil were lodged in this feminine bo... ...nds and covered them with kisses, whispering to her little endearments and super- ficial words of affection which made her quite pleased and contented... ...overed a mys- tery of natural alchemy, while colouring her complexion, and superagitating her feeble imagination, which did little to pacify her warli... ...struggled like a mule held by a rope. THAT WHICH IS ONLY A VENIAL SIN. THE SUNDAY FOLLOWING the arrival of Rene at the manor of Roche-Corbon, Blanche ... ...e saw in the court- yard of her castle the little Jallanges, who under the superin- tendence of an old groom was turning and wheeling about on a fine ... ... on, for the lover journeyed the night before after night fall, and on the Sunday in the early morning. As soon as Carandas had verified the arrangeme...

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...ers of his intercourse. So, I say, he would have presented himself to your superficial observation. He would have danced about behind the counter, hav... ...l literature, as distinguished from anecdote, does not concern itself with superficial appearances alone. Litera- ture is revelation. Modern literatur... ...till, and he would not have 12 The Wheels of Chance changed places with a soul in any one of them for a hundred pounds. He had on his new brown cycli... ...his mouth in a silent laugh. It was having a decent cut did it. His social superiority had been so evident that even a man like that noticed it. No mo... ...ions of fatigue. A man on horseback appeared; Hoopdriver, in a tu- mult of soul at his own temerity, passed him. Then down the hill into Kingston, wit... ...or him to take one of the Young Ladies of the establishment to church on a Sunday. Few modern young men could have merited less the epithet “Dorg.” Bu... ...ss by your endogenous sneers, by the eternal wrangling of an uncomfortable soul and body. I tell you, I lead a cat and dog life—But what is the use of... ...must be going to Winches- ter,” he explained. It was inevitable. To-morrow Sunday, Winchester a cathedral town, road going nowhere else of the slighte... ...al disgust, a collar he would have thought in- 111 H G Wells credible for Sunday twenty-four hours before. Mrs. Milton fell a-musing on the mortality...

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...were mentally engaged in taking off impres- sions of their images upon her soul, never to part with the 10 Dombey & Son same but with life, her head ... ...ck, ‘or you’ll be laid up with spasms, I see. Right tol loor rul! Bless my soul, I forgot! We’re here one day and gone the next!’ Mrs Chick contented ... ...y dear Louisa,’said Miss Tox, ‘is the vacancy still unsupplied?’ ‘You good soul, yes,’ said Mrs Chick. ‘Then, my dear Louisa,’ returned Miss Tox, ‘I h... ...and must consider it a privilege to see a little cherub connected with the superior classes, gradually unfolding itself from day to day at one common ... ...ly, she was perhaps in point of artificial accomplishments very little his superior. She had been good-humouredly working and drudging for her life al... ...opened up to view the sources of the taciturn delight he had had in eating Sunday dinners in that parlour for ten years. Becoming a sadder and a wiser... ...who lost flesh hourly under her patronage, and was in some danger of being superintended to death. Miss Tox was often in the habit of assuring Mrs Chi... ...ence and Paul would go to his Hotel, and have tea They passed the whole of Sunday with him, and generally rode out before dinner; and on these occasio... ...e week; for Mrs Pipchin always made a point of being particularly cross on Sunday nights. Miss Pankey was generally brought back from an aunt’s at Rot...

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... the weather, or any other common matter — “You know about transmigration of souls; do you know about transposition of epochs — and bodies?” I said I... ..., I could invent one — and do it as easy as rolling off a log. I became head superintendent; had a couple of thousand men under me. Well, a man like ... ...a soft, reposeful summer landscape, as lovely as a dream, and as lonesome as Sunday. The air was full of the smell of flowers, and the buzzing of inse... ...eem to me that of all the childish, idiotic, chuckle headed, chicken livered super stitions that ev — oh, damn Merlin!” But Clarence had slumped to h... ...nd sincerely afraid of Merlin’s pretended magic as Clarence was, certainly a superior man like me ought to be shrewd enough to contrive some way to ta... ...You will not need to do the sun a real hurt — ah, forget not that, on your soul forget it not! Only make a little darkness — only the littlest littl... ...for I was afraid of the Church. I had started a teacher factory and a lot of Sunday schools the first thing; as a result, I now had an admirable syst... ...hat matter. But I confined public religious teaching to the churches and the Sunday schools, permitting nothing of it in my other educational buildin... ...amsel was but fifteen year of age —” Billows of thought came rolling over my soul, and the voice faded out of my hearing! Fifteen! Break — my heart! o...

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...ademoiselle,’ I said. ‘Ah! yes, you will. They will not make you lose your soul against your will!’ and she clenched her delicate white hand. ‘Nobody ... ...d devoting yourself to a husband whom you love, remember that if I ruin my soul, it is because they would have it so!’ At that moment there was a paus... ...et- ing follies seemed to melt away before us, and how each of us felt our soul alone in the presence of our Maker, as though nothing mattered, or eve... ...ll like the spoils of war. She was frightened, formal, and ceremonious all super time, but I thought she was beginning to thaw, and was more afraid of... ...rown if she would make the child tidy and bring her to Nid de Merle on the Sunday. Something was muttered about Mademoiselle having said the child was... ...e indeed dead; but she let herself be pacified by the hope of seeing it on Sunday, and indeed she was half dead with fatigue from the roughness of the... ...who would, she feared, render me too devout. The next afternoon, which was Sunday, we went, all ex- cept my brother and sister, who had what my mother... ...nod with her head, by way at once of thanks, and showing how officious and superfluous she thought him, while Nogent and Beautru continued to mimic th... ...e,’ and giving her the choice of returning to Chateau d’Aubepine under the supervision of Madame Croquelebois, or of entering a convent, and sending h...

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...feriors, holding his equals at great distance, and dig- nified towards his superiors. At the epoch of which we write, you would have noticed in him th... ...’s death, when he was just sixteen, he left the Lycee Napoleon to enter as supernumerary a government office, where an unknown pro- tector had provide... ...were more or less warranted, and one who was admitted on all sides to be a superior woman. Madame Rabourdin had justified the expectations formed of M... .... Like other men in whom sentiments and ideas are of equal strength, whose souls are noble and their brains well balanced, he was the defender of his ... ...the traveller has lately viewed is here in miniature, modest and pure; his soul, refreshed, bids him remain where a charm of melody and poesy surround... ...hese political confidences, how- ever, a keen alarm took possession of his soul. He was one of those simple-minded beings, who are shocked at listenin... ...” as wearisome as the plague of flies, and never wished to see another. On Sundays, after walking four times to and fro between the place Royale and S... ...ear II. of the Republic, and now sixty-nine years old, came to see them on Sundays only, because on that day no government business went on. This litt... ...ce]. “Gentlemen, I salute you with a collective how d’ye do, and I appoint Sunday next for the dinner at the Rocher de Cancale. But a serious question...

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...izon; like the pinnacles of some ornate and monstrous church, they stood there, in the sparkling brightness of the morning, the fit signboard of a wor... ...uth-easterly corner of the bay. Punctually to our use, the blow-hole spouted; the schooner turned upon her heel; the anchor plunged. It was a small so... ...nd hour, is the pre- eminence of race. It was so that I hit upon a means of communication which I recommend to travellers. When I desired any detail o... ...ences latent over-head in a place where we had supposed ourselves alone, the immo- bility of our tree-top spies, and the thought that perhaps at all h... ...e the year before, a first case of phthisis appeared in a house- 22 In The South Seas hold of seventeen persons, and by the month of August, when the... ...3 Robert Louis Stevenson The houses on the Hatiheu side begin high up; higher yet, the more melancholy spectacle of empty paepaes. When a native habit... ...aningless or wanton prohibition, such as that which to-day prevents women in some countries from smoking, or yesterday pre- vented any one in Scotland... ...tropical animation, half a dozen convicts toiling there cheerfully with spade and barrow, and touching hats and smiling to the visitor like old attach... ... the shores of the Alpes Maritimes. We had besides a white visitor from shore, who came and departed in a crowded whale-boat manned by natives; having...

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...o you go to church there!’ ‘I do—always. I could not undertake the hill on Sundays; but Jane takes the school-children to the St. Andrew’s ser- vice i... ...d schools, so we only have an infant school for the Rockstone children. On Sunday, Jane assembles the older children there and takes them to church; b... ...in the midst of their kisses. ‘Sudden friendships,’ said Gillian, from the superiority of her age. ‘I do not think you are given that way,’ said Aunt ... ...un made known that she in- tended Gillian to take a class at the afternoon Sunday-school, while the two children went to Mrs. Hablot’s drawing-room cl... ...dine. ‘The child is not badly off,’ explained Miss Mohun. ‘Her father is a superior workman. She does not exactly want com- forts, but she is sadly de... ...epartment, just as a compliment to her relation, Mr. White. Quite genteel, superior work, though I must say he does not do as much for us as he might.... ...ably for Christmas, or for her mother’s return; but as secrecy is the very soul of such things, I shut my eyes.’ ‘Somehow, Jane, I think you have beco... ...I must find out from him whether this is only a foreboding of my prophetic soul!’ ‘Curious cattle,’ observed Lord Rotherwood. ‘Well,’ put in his wife,... ...aw him yesterday,’ and as she gazed as if the news were water to a thirsty soul—’he sent his love, and begged his mother and you to forgive the distre...

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... as such. She was a good, good woman! She went to church three times every Sunday , and to morning prayers on Wednes days and Fridays, and to lecture... ...rely through his solicitors, Messrs. Kenge and Carboy, of Lon don. A very superior gentleman, Mr. Kenge. T ruly eloquent indeed. Some of his periods ... ..., sir,” said I. He was very obliging, and as he handed me into a fly after superintending the removal of my boxes, I asked him whether there was a gre... ... Vol. One “Quite well, quite well! Now don’t be troublesome, that’s a good soul!” said Mr. Kenge, leading the way back. “By no means,” said the poor o... ...tives—and the happy settlement, on the banks of the African rivers, of our superabundant home population. 38 Bleak House – Vol. One Mr. Jarndyce, who... ...lt to keep her from the door.” Some neighbouring bells, reminding the poor soul that it was half past nine, did more for us in the way of bringing our... ...et him live and admire the human family, do it somehow or other, like good souls, and suffer him to ride his rocking horse!” 74 Bleak House – Vol. On... ...reproaches the tax gatherers, appoints the times and places of devotion on Sundays, licenses Mr. Snagsby’s entertain ments, and acknowledges no respo... ...he spar rows and the leaves are, also to lounge about the Rolls Yard of a Sunday afternoon and to remark (if in good spirits) that there were old tim...

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...other’s. Is that seamanly behaviour, now, I want to know? But I’m a saving soul. I never wasted good money of mine, nor lost it neither; and I’ll tric... ...r. For—you would have thought men would have been ashamed of themselves—no soul would consent to return with us to the Admiral Benbow. The more we tol... ... you have your hands on it. Scatter and look for them, dogs! Oh, shiver my soul,” he cried, “if I had eyes!” This appeal seemed to produce some effect... ...eturn at once. Some news of the lugger in Kitt’s Hole had found its way to Super- visor Dance and set him forth that night in our direction, and to th... ...e still continued to deplore the balance of the money. In the meantime the supervisor rode on, as fast as he could, to Kitt’s Hole; but his men had to... ...ad behind you.” As soon as I was mounted, holding on to Dogger’s belt, the supervisor gave the word, and the party struck out at a bouncing trot on th... ...the mounds? I come here and prayed, nows and thens, when I thought maybe a Sunday would be about doo. It weren’t quite a chapel, but it seemed more so... ...ething of a butt, with the country boys, and a notable singer in church on Sundays and saints’ days. Of Silver we have heard no more. That formidable ...

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... belong to Les Aigues, and to the Marquis de Ronquerolles and the Comte de Soulanges, whose castles and parks and villages, seen in the distance from ... ... and gurgled a little brook, which I crossed on a culvert of mossy stones, superb in color, the prettiest of all the mosaics which time manufactures. ... ...is in- toxicating, it inspires vague desires. The forest odors, beloved of souls that are epicures of poesy, who delight in the tiny mosses, the noxio... ...ions came to my nostrils and filled me with a single thought; was it their soul? I seemed to see a rose- tinted gown floating along the winding alley.... ...the lake of Thune. When you stroll in the park, which has four gates, each superb in style, you feel that our mythological Arcadias are flat and stale... ...end their lives in danger, and the habit of command gives an appearance of superiority, Montcornet has an imposing ef- fect when you first meet him; h... ...y of Les Aigues, a frightful state of demoralization. They went to mass on Sundays, but only at the outside of the church, where it was their custom t... ...our balls given by Gaubertin, Gendrin, Leclercq, and Soudry, junior. Every Sunday the latter, his wife, Monsieur, Madame, and Mademoiselle Elise Gaube...

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...that she contented herself with calling it. He had at any rate ceased to be all day long in her eyes, and this left something a little fresh for them ... ...hat it was mar- riage would be able to add to a familiarity that seemed already to have scraped the platter so clean. Opposite there, behind the count... ...ht, dining Haddon. Opera to-morrow, promised Fritz, but could do play Wednesday. Will try Haddon for Savoy, and anything in the world you like, if you... ...never taken such jumps before it was simply that she had never before been so affected. She went all the way. Mary and Cissy had been round together, ... ... what Mrs. Jordan’s redemption had materially made of that lady, giving her, though the years and the struggles had natu- rally not straightened a fea... ...lieved her, the betrothed of Mr. Mudge found herself indebted to that admirer for amounts of it perfectly proportioned to her fidelity. She always wal... ...e fact, nothing was more intense than the vision. What may not, we can only moralise, take place in the quickened muffled perception of a young person...

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...ss will be considered not only par- donable but laudable, when the immense superiority of the house to the rest of mankind, in respect of this its anc... ... had her christened Mercy. Mercy! oh, what a charming name for such a pure-souled Being as the youngest Miss Pecksniff! Her sister’s name was Charity.... ...at the tears were almost starting out of his eyes!’ cried Pinch. ‘Bless my soul, John, is it nothing to see a man moved to that extent and know one’s ... ...y it’s madness. Who but a madman would suppose he cares to hear it said on Sundays, that the volunteer who plays the organ in the church, and practise... ... one suppose that he doesn’t on all occasions pour out his whole heart and soul to you; that he doesn’t make you a very liberal and indeed rather an e... ... the widow of a deceased brother of Mr Martin Chuzzlewit, who being almost supernaturally disagreeable, and hav- ing a dreary face and a bony figure a... ... Pecksniff insisted on accompanying his young friend upstairs for personal superintendence of his comforts; and taking him by the arm, conducted him o... ...to stables, where cart-horses, troubled by rats, might be heard on a quiet Sunday rattling their halters, as disturbed spirits in tales of haunted hou... ...ht that they would grace the board at dinner-time next day, the same being Sunday. He further said, that Mrs Todgers being a con- senting party to thi...

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...vation had come to be an instinct with me; a faculty of penetrating to the soul without neglecting the body; or rather, a power of grasping external d... ...m I watched, just as the dervish in the Arabian Nights could pass into any soul or body after pronouncing a certain formula. If I met a working man an... ...ping shoes on my feet; their cravings, their needs, had all passed into my soul, or my soul had passed into theirs. It was the dream of a waking man. ... ... grime to the height of the tables. Here some eighty persons, all in their Sunday best, tricked out with ribbons and bunches of flowers, all of them o... ...f his lost skill, the skill of the young patrician lover. It was a sort of Super flumina Babylonis. Tears filled my eyes. Any belated persons walking ...

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...ar my own breathings. When I had stood ten minutes, thinking and imagining, and getting my spirit in tune with the place, and in the right mood to enj... ... house—been empty ever since; a log house, with a plank roof—just one big room, and no more; no ceiling—nothing between the rafters and the floor. Wel... ...after- noons, in the Schloss gardens. A good many of them wore colored caps of the corps. They were finely and fashionably dressed, their manners were... ...n, and it was the reverse of pleasant to learn that he probably would not, because, al- though he was a notable swordsman, the challenger was held to ... ... of people marched around and around, in the third act, and sang the Wedding Chorus. To my untutored ear that was music—almost divine music. While my ... ...f it had not been so dark and solemn and awful there in that lonely, vast room, I do believe I should have said something then which could not be put ... ... sufferer said: “There is one more, but I have not the courage to—O my lost Catharina!” One of the old dames said: Mark Twain 92 “Ah, I knew her well... ...e mother-tongue— and then he limbered up the muscles of his mouth and turned himself loose—and with such a relish! Some of his words Mark Twain 98 we... ...the brain stirred up and active; the scenery and the woodsy smells are good to bear in upon a man an unconscious and unobtrusive charm and solace to e...

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...indow-curtains at the other. But, it was not this which steeped the feeble soul of T wemlow in confusion. This he was used to,and could take soundings... ... the world, and whom he had known two days—the bond of union between their souls, the nefarious conduct of the com- mittee respecting the cookery of a... ...tter from A to Z that I abominate, it is energy. It is such a conventional superstition, such parrot gabble! What the deuce! Am I to rush out into the... ...ure there were rum everythings. Pity there was not a word of truth in that superstition about bodies bleeding when touched by the hand of the right pe... ..., as if the remembrance gave a relish to the rum; ‘you were doing this one Sunday morning when I took you out, because I didn’t go the exact way you w... ...me, did he, pa?’ ‘Then he asked your name, my dear, and mine; and on other Sunday mornings, when we walked his way, we saw him again, and—and really t... ...s’ worth, English money , in seven months! Wegg takes it easy, but upon-my-soul to a old bird like my- self these are scarers. And even now that Commo... ...hich no di- rect ray of sun, moon, or star, ever penetrated, but which was superstitiously regarded as a sanctuary replete with comfort and retirement... ...their stead, schools, soup, flannel, coals, and all the week-day cares and Sunday coughs of a large population, young and old. As gallantly had Mr Mil...

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...d what she knew of William Pepper. She told Helen that he always called on Sundays when they were at home; he knew about a great many things—about mat... ...a multitude of tiny photographs, represent- ing downright workmen in their Sunday best, and women holding white babies. But there was one portrait in ... ...her people, without often troubling to think about it, except as something superfi- cially strange. Absorbed by her music she accepted her lot very co... ...hby continued: “They’ve an awful time of it—those captains! Three thousand souls on board!” “Yes, indeed,” said Clarissa. She turned to Helen with an ... ...hether it is really good for a woman to live with a man who is morally her superior, as Richard is mine. It makes one so dependent. I suppose I feel f... ..., drove the dying into the sea, and soon reduced the natives to a state of superstitious wonderment. Here a settlement was made; women were imported; ... ...e-books, his genuine kindliness and good sense, but a certain dry- ness of soul, took his departure. Also she could not help feeling it sad that frien... ...eatures that eat roses. But she triumphed. She always did. She was a brave soul.” She sighed deeply but at the same time with resignation. “I did not ... ... sudden revelations for more than one couple, and several single people. A Sunday came, which no one in the villa with the excep- tion of Rachel and t...