This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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39522 | An officer in the English Army of Occupation turned to his dragoman and cried at the top of his voice, angrily:"Do you call this worth ten piasters? |
39522 | And how do the marbles look under the soot- stained windows or the gray of London fog? |
39522 | And which do you think would pay best, and what is there to see in Tangier, anyway? |
39522 | But_ which_ should I say, old chap? |
39522 | But_ who_ has ever been to the British Museum? |
39522 | He might very well say to Lord Cromer,"It was all very well to dissemble your love, but why did you kick me down- stairs?" |
39522 | Like the few Lord Elgin did not want, and that stand out like ivory in their proper height against the soft sky that knows and loves them? |
39522 | We who have kept our secret from Herodotus and Cæsar, are we likely to give it up to Ebers and Mark Twain?" |
41263 | Oh, Land of Roses, what bulbul shall sing of thee? |
41263 | A Republic, say you? |
41263 | And is not"the tempestuous wind called Euroklydon"blowing at this very moment? |
41263 | And what is this Riviera that we feeble folk who"winter in the south"know and adore so well? |
41263 | Are the boys of Spezzia exceptionally virtuous? |
41263 | But a long description is needless, for who does not know of its cathedral and its Campo Santo, of its baptistry and its leaning tower? |
41263 | But being reminded that he had conferred that revenue on the Legion of Honor, he exclaimed,"Where was my head when I made such a grant? |
41263 | But so far as these palazzi can be seen, how far do they repay examination? |
41263 | But what other city in Spain can boast of so many learned bodies and diverse centers of intellectual activity? |
41263 | For are there not tramways nowadays even in the streets of Damascus? |
41263 | For is not his martyrdom sculptured in marble, and painted on canvas? |
41263 | For what words can paint the life and movement of the sparkling sea- front? |
41263 | Has everybody been there, or may one venture even now to paint it in words once more for the twentieth time? |
41263 | Has not a railway station penetrated the charmed heart of Stamboul? |
41263 | If Spanish interiors are always dark and depressing, what must they be when draped with black? |
41263 | In plain prose, how describe the garden of Europe? |
41263 | Is there any more sumptuous fountain in the world? |
41263 | It has passed through its baptism of fire; and who knows how soon"the dim things below"may be preparing a similar fate for a city so rashly situated? |
41263 | It is as good as Torquay; and how can cosmopolitan say better? |
41263 | It is meretricious, of course-- that goes without the saying: what else can one expect from the France of the Second Empire? |
41263 | Modern geographers may maintain( as what will they not maintain?) |
41263 | These it is needless to describe, for who does not know them? |
41263 | Was ever pearl girt round with purer emeralds? |
41263 | Was ever town more graciously set, indeed, in more gracious surroundings? |
41263 | What business have we with this relic of barbarism at the beginning of the twentieth century, in times of peace among a friendly people? |
41263 | What now remains of the magnificent temple of Serapis, towering over the city on its platform of one hundred steps? |
41263 | Where there is so much to look at and so much to describe, where to begin? |
41263 | Who shall describe aright with one pen the gnarled olives of Beaulieu and the palace- like front of the Cercle de la Méditerranée? |
41263 | Who shall say? |
41263 | Will Protestantism ever take deep root in the home of the Inquisition? |
41263 | You suggest a change of dynasty? |
41263 | how much to glide over? |
41263 | how much to insist upon? |
41263 | the luxuriant festoons of honeysuckle and mimosa that drape the trellis- work arcades of Carabacel and Cimiez? |
41263 | the manifold humors of the Jardin Public? |
41263 | the southern vivacity of the washer- women who pound their clothes with big stones in the dry bed of the pebbly Paillon? |
41263 | what to omit? |
11533 | And so I fail to please, false lady mine? 11533 And who shall match her offspring, If babes are like their mother? |
11533 | Back,quoth she, And screamed and stormed;"a sorry clown kiss me? |
11533 | But thou mislik''st my hair? 11533 Didst thou e''er study dreams? |
11533 | Now therefore take and punish And fairly cut away These all unruly tusks of mine; For to what end serve they? 11533 Slumberest so soon, sweet bridegroom? |
11533 | Soul, why deal with me in this wise? 11533 Wilt not speak? |
11533 | A maid, and flout the Paphian? |
11533 | Am I forgot? |
11533 | Am I not fair? |
11533 | Am I transformed? |
11533 | And Ptolemy do music''s votaries hymn For his good gifts-- hath man a fairer lot Than to have earned much fame among mankind? |
11533 | And did not Rhea for a herdsman weep? |
11533 | And lo, what is she but an o''er- ripe pear? |
11533 | And so forsooth you vote My kid a trifle? |
11533 | And to what region then hath flown the cattle''s rightful lord? |
11533 | And what lass flouts thee? |
11533 | And who asked thee, thou naughty knave, to whom belonged these flocks, Sibyrtas, or( it might be) me? |
11533 | Another lies more welcome in thy lap? |
11533 | Are not we made dependent each on each?" |
11533 | Art thou o''erfond of sleep? |
11533 | Art thou on fire? |
11533 | At shearing who''d prefer Horsehair to wool? |
11533 | BATTUS._ What now, poor o''erworked drudge, is on thy mind? |
11533 | But if you consign all my words to the wind And say,''Why annoy me? |
11533 | But pray, Cometas, say, What is that skin wherewith thou saidst that Lacon walked away? |
11533 | But prythee tell me thou-- so shalt thou best Serve thine own interests-- wherefore art thou here? |
11533 | But to what mortal''s roof may I repair, I and my Muse, and find a welcome there? |
11533 | But what''s thy grievance now? |
11533 | But what, for champions such as we, would, seem a fitting prize? |
11533 | But who shall be our judge? |
11533 | But who shall be our umpire? |
11533 | By noon and midday what will be thy plight If now, so soon, thy sickle fails to bite? |
11533 | Can silver move thee? |
11533 | Can you, could damsel e''er, give Love the slip? |
11533 | Canst thou discern it, pray? |
11533 | Canst thou look upon these temples, with their locks of silver crowned, And still deem thee young and shapely? |
11533 | Corinthians bred( to tell you one fact more) As was Bellerophon: islanders in speech, For Dorians may talk Doric, I presume? |
11533 | Dear lad, what can I do? |
11533 | Did Lacon, did Calæthis''son purloin a goatskin? |
11533 | Didst not thou, Zeus, become a wandering bird, To win the love of one who drove a herd? |
11533 | Do the dogs cry? |
11533 | Dost milk them in the gloaming, when none is nigh to see? |
11533 | Dost speed, a bidden guest, to some reveller''s board? |
11533 | Doth he then treasure something sweet elsewhere? |
11533 | Empress Athenè, what strange sempstress wrought Such work? |
11533 | First Lynceus shouted loud from''neath his helm:"Whence, sirs, this lust for strife? |
11533 | First from the mountain Hermes came, and said,"Daphnis, who frets thee? |
11533 | Fly, Eunoä, ca n''t you? |
11533 | For who can fathom all his fellow''s mind? |
11533 | From the palace, mother? |
11533 | Had he withal an understanding heart, To teach him when to rage and when forbear, What brute could claim like praise? |
11533 | Hast seen A wolf?" |
11533 | Hast thou not heard? |
11533 | Hath a near view revealed him satyr- shaped Of chin and nostril? |
11533 | Hath love ne''er kept thee from thy slumbers yet? |
11533 | Have I guessed aright? |
11533 | Have ye not eyes to see Cometas, him who filched a pipe but two days back from me? |
11533 | Have you forgot that cudgelling I gave you? |
11533 | He may have come from sacred Argos''self, Or Tiryns, or Mycenæ: what know I? |
11533 | He scoured far fields-- what hill or oaken glen Remembers not that pilgrimage of pain? |
11533 | Hear''st thou our child, our younger, how he cries? |
11533 | Her modest virtues oft shall men rehearse; Who doubts it? |
11533 | Hewn from hard rocks, untired at set of sun, Milo, didst ne''er regret some absent one? |
11533 | How came it among rivered Nemea''s glens? |
11533 | How fell sage Helen? |
11533 | How slew you single- handed that fell beast? |
11533 | How, when shall we get past This nuisance, these unending ant- like swarms? |
11533 | How? |
11533 | I''ll wash my mouth: where go thy kisses then? |
11533 | I, a leaflet of to- day, I whose breath is in my nostrils, am I wrong to own his sway?" |
11533 | In fair Penëus''or in Pindus''glens? |
11533 | Is his the goat? |
11533 | Is his the horned ram? |
11533 | Is it fair Of access? |
11533 | Is our prattle aught To you, Sir? |
11533 | Is this enjoying wealth? |
11533 | It is right to torment one who loves you? |
11533 | Lad, whom lov''st thou so?" |
11533 | May we not then recognise them by introducing similar assonances, etc., here and there into the English version? |
11533 | My maid, my own, Eyes me and asks''At milking time, rogue, art thou all alone?'' |
11533 | Nay, pile it on: Where are thy wits flown, timorous Thestylis? |
11533 | Need I prate to thee, Sweet Moon, of all we said and all we did? |
11533 | No? |
11533 | Not e''en such grace as from yon spring to sip? |
11533 | Now, all alone, I''ll weep a love whence sprung When born? |
11533 | O Cyclops, Cyclops, where are flown thy wits? |
11533 | O saviours, O companions of mankind, Matchless on horse or harp, in lists or lay; Which of ye twain demands my earliest song? |
11533 | Or hadst thou drunk too deep When thou didst fling thee to thy lair? |
11533 | Or hast thou leadenweighted limbs? |
11533 | Or townward to the treading of the grape? |
11533 | Philondas? |
11533 | Praxinoä in? |
11533 | Pray, does she browse on dewdrops, as doth the grasshopper? |
11533 | Priapus came And said,"Why pine, poor Daphnis? |
11533 | Run,( will ye?) |
11533 | Satyr, ne''er boast:''what''s idler than a kiss?'' |
11533 | Satyr, what mean you? |
11533 | Say''st thou mine hour is come, my sun hath set? |
11533 | Seeking Augéas, or mayhap some slave That serves him? |
11533 | Seest thou yon walls illumed at dead of night, But not by morn''s pure beam? |
11533 | Shall I be flouted, I, by such as thou? |
11533 | Shall thy folly know no bound? |
11533 | Should I say yea, what dower awaits me then? |
11533 | Sibyrtas''bondsman own a pipe? |
11533 | Still haunt the dark- browed little girl whom once he used to tease? |
11533 | Swear not to we d, then leave me in my woe? |
11533 | That learned I when( I murmuring''loves she me?'') |
11533 | The pipe that erst he fashioned is doubtless scored with rust? |
11533 | Then what shall be the victor''s fee? |
11533 | Think''st thou scorn of him? |
11533 | This arm, these gauntlets, who shall dare withstand? |
11533 | This art thou fain to ascertain, and risk a bet with me? |
11533 | Thou wilt not? |
11533 | To Aphroditè then he told his woe:''How can a thing so tiny hurt one so?'' |
11533 | To him said Aphroditè:"So, worst of beasts,''twas you Who rent that thigh asunder, Who him that loved me slew?" |
11533 | Tootling through straws with Corydon mayhap''s beneath thee now? |
11533 | Was not he born to compass noblest ends, Lagus''own son, so soon as he matured Schemes such as ne''er had dawned on meaner minds? |
11533 | We''ve Homer; and what other''s worth a thought? |
11533 | Were ye and song forgot, What grace had earth? |
11533 | What art thou? |
11533 | What boots it to weep out thine eyes? |
11533 | What boots it? |
11533 | What can this mean? |
11533 | What did it stand you in, straight off the loom? |
11533 | What does woman dread? |
11533 | What fires the Muse''s, what the minstrel''s lays? |
11533 | What hero son- in- law of Zeus Hath e''er aspired to be? |
11533 | What is he else? |
11533 | What minstrel loves not well The Tyndarids, and Helen, and the chiefs That trod Troy down for Meneläus''sake? |
11533 | What painter painted, realized Such pictures? |
11533 | What reck''st thou? |
11533 | What time have workers for regret? |
11533 | What wager wilt thou lay? |
11533 | What was Endymion, sweet Selenè''s love? |
11533 | What were they? |
11533 | What, Firefly, is thy sleep so deep? |
11533 | What, again? |
11533 | What, what to my old father must I say? |
11533 | When learned I from thy practice or thy preaching aught that''s right, Thou puppet, thou misshapen lump of ugliness and spite? |
11533 | When? |
11533 | Where are like cities, peopled by like men? |
11533 | Where are the bay- leaves, Thestylis, and the charms? |
11533 | Where are those good old times? |
11533 | Where did he spring from? |
11533 | Where were ye, Nymphs, oh where, while Daphnis pined? |
11533 | Who dreamed what subtle strains our bumpkin wrought? |
11533 | Who own this shore? |
11533 | Who owns these cattle, Corydon? |
11533 | Who thanks us, who, For our good word? |
11533 | Who would not change for this the ocean- waves? |
11533 | Who wrought my sorrow? |
11533 | Whose threshold crossed I not, Or missed what grandam''s hut who dealt in charms? |
11533 | Why be so hot? |
11533 | Why be so timorous? |
11533 | Why no more Greet''st thou thy darling, from the caverned rock Peeping all coyly? |
11533 | Why what ails him now? |
11533 | Why, sword in hand, Raise ye this coil about your neighbours''wives? |
11533 | Wilt thou, to crown our strife, some meed assign? |
11533 | With fists? |
11533 | Yet found he that one cure: he sate him down On the tall cliff, and seaward looked, and sang:--"White Galatea, why disdain thy love? |
11533 | Yet what if all your chests with gold are lined? |
11533 | Yet who, of all that see the gray morn rise, Lifts not his latch and hails with eager eyes My Songs, yet sends them guerdonless away? |
11533 | You note it, I presume, Morson? |
11533 | Your Artemis shall be your saviour still? |
11533 | am I wandering? |
11533 | brutish churl, or o''erproud king? |
11533 | hadst not thou thy lady- loves?" |
11533 | is he at his tricks again? |
11533 | is not''Cleita''s worth''a proverb to this day? |
11533 | or by availing ourselves of what Professor Blackie again calls attention to, the"compensating powers"[B] of English? |
11533 | or does night pass slow?" |
11533 | or fist and foot, eye covering eye? |
11533 | or if not, what can? |
11533 | or when the goat stood handy, suffer her To nurse her firstling, and himself go milk a blatant cur? |
11533 | was the wrestler''s oil e''er yet so much as seen by him? |
11533 | were that fair for either? |
11533 | whence gotst thou that, and how? |
11533 | who listen to our strain? |
11533 | why, like the marsh- born leech, Cling to my flesh, and drain my dark veins dry? |
34488 | Ah, Hearty, old fellow, how are you? |
34488 | Ah, have they found me out? |
34488 | Ah, how d''ye do?--how d''ye do? 34488 And have you heard to- day from her?" |
34488 | And how soon did he say he would be back? |
34488 | And what became of the rascal Sandgate? |
34488 | Are Mrs or Miss Mizen at home? |
34488 | Are we all here? |
34488 | But I mean, who ever meets a good, exciting, romantic adventure with pirate- smugglers, savages, or some thing of that sort? 34488 But are you certain that you are disinterested? |
34488 | But can you not tell what became of the passengers and crew? |
34488 | But do you believe the tale? |
34488 | But do you, Hearty, wish to desert Miss Seaton, and leave the stage clear for Loring? |
34488 | But how can you, Carstairs, tear yourself away from your pretty widow? 34488 But if you do n''t take them, what am I to do with them?" |
34488 | But what became of him after that? |
34488 | But where can they have gone to-- what port can they have put into-- what sort of vessel can they be on board? |
34488 | But you, Bubble, what do you say? |
34488 | By the by,said he to the widow,"I quite forgot to ask your friend the Greek Count; can you, my dear madam, tell me where he is to be found? |
34488 | Can no one make her out? |
34488 | Can they be rocks? |
34488 | Can you guess where she''s gone, Miss Margaret? |
34488 | Can you make any thing out, Snow? |
34488 | Can you, Bubble, devise something? |
34488 | Come, Miss May Sandon, will you? |
34488 | Comment? |
34488 | Did he return to the coast of Africa, and turn pirate again? |
34488 | Did not his letter convince you? |
34488 | Do n''t you feel very small, Carstairs? |
34488 | Do you know, Dick, that I''ve often thought that a Frenchman must be cast out of quite a different mould to an Englishman? 34488 Do you mean to insult La Grande Nation?" |
34488 | Do you think she is the` Espanto,''Mr Collins? |
34488 | Do you understand me? 34488 Do you, Master Tom, actually expect me to believe such a pack of gross lies?" |
34488 | Fond of yachting, gentlemen? |
34488 | Hallo, Sleet, what''s that? |
34488 | Have I not proved it? |
34488 | His nature is fickle, and if he no longer loves you, will not woman''s pride teach you to forget him? |
34488 | Hope I do n''t interrupt the perusal of your paper? 34488 How dare you play such a trick?" |
34488 | How is that? |
34488 | How soon can we get there? |
34488 | How soon shall we be in, captain? |
34488 | However, Mrs Mizen, I suppose we must obey orders, must we not? |
34488 | I ca n''t help, sir, what you thinks,replied Joe, humbly;"but I suppose you wo n''t detain us? |
34488 | I like frankness-- when shall it be? |
34488 | I say, Hearty, ca n''t you find something for all these young people to do to keep them out of mischief? |
34488 | I say, old fellows, do n''t you find this rather slow? |
34488 | Impossible, Juanetta; do you wish to betray me? |
34488 | Is it as I thought? |
34488 | Is she an English or foreign vessel do you think? |
34488 | Is there an eternity? |
34488 | It matters not-- but believe not the tale-- at all events, you would not believe me guilty of such a deed? |
34488 | Jack, can you pray? |
34488 | Know you the name, then, of the supposed murderer? |
34488 | Load your guns, load your guns? |
34488 | Madman, would you thus repay me for the life I saved? |
34488 | My dear fellow, have you any idea what sort of a vessel the` Success''is? 34488 My dear fellow, what is the matter?" |
34488 | Now do n''t you think Mr Hearty, that you could find some one who can spin a regular sea matter- of- fact yarn about things which really have been? |
34488 | Now, my lads, up and at them? |
34488 | Oh, Juan, how could you venture here? |
34488 | Oh, ay, yes, of course; but did n''t he talk of going anywhere on the French coast? |
34488 | Oh, dear, now that is-- but I''m going to see your guardian, Miss, and may I take a letter to him just to say you''re well? |
34488 | Oh, that''s it, is it? 34488 Que vuole, signori?" |
34488 | Shall we? |
34488 | So am I.--Got a yacht? |
34488 | Tell me, my men, where are the ladies? 34488 There,"exclaimed Joe''s friend,"n''est- ce pas que c''est belle? |
34488 | This is fun, is n''t it? |
34488 | We could get there very soon-- could we not, Porpoise? |
34488 | Well, Porpoise, what do you make of the stranger he is after? |
34488 | Well, meos amigos,he continued, in a fierce tone,"what is to be done with these spies? |
34488 | What are the odds we do n''t catch her after all? |
34488 | What are they saying? |
34488 | What are you about there? |
34488 | What can a come over him? |
34488 | What can have become of them? |
34488 | What can they wish to say? |
34488 | What cutter is that? |
34488 | What cutter is that? |
34488 | What cutter is that? |
34488 | What did Joe say to that? |
34488 | What do you make her out to be? |
34488 | What do you mean, you scoundrel? |
34488 | What do you mean? |
34488 | What do you now make her out to be, Mr Collins? |
34488 | What do you say to a look at the African coast, Mrs Mizen? |
34488 | What do you think I should do? |
34488 | What do you think of her? |
34488 | What has occurred, my dear fellow? |
34488 | What in the name of wonder is all this about? |
34488 | What in the name of wonder is the matter? |
34488 | What is Rullock talking about? |
34488 | What is all this about? |
34488 | What is it you want of us? 34488 What is it, do you think?" |
34488 | What is she like? |
34488 | What is that? |
34488 | What means all this, my dear sir? |
34488 | What ought we to do, then? |
34488 | What say you to a cruise to the westward, over to the coast of France and the Channel Islands, just for ten days or a fortnight or so? |
34488 | What say you to a run through the Needles down to Weymouth? 34488 What shall we do next?" |
34488 | What shall we do next? |
34488 | What shall we do next? |
34488 | What shall we do? 34488 What ship''s that?" |
34488 | What sort of weather are we going to have, Snow? |
34488 | What think you of their being row- boats? |
34488 | What vessel is that? |
34488 | What will be said of us? |
34488 | What will my flock do without me? |
34488 | What will our mammas say? |
34488 | What would your mamma say if she saw you? |
34488 | What''s her name? |
34488 | What''s the matter? |
34488 | What''s the matter? |
34488 | What, all them that your people have had the trouble of carrying up here? |
34488 | What, do n''t you know, Bo? |
34488 | What, do n''t you know? |
34488 | What, go to sea for pleasure? |
34488 | What? 34488 Where away?" |
34488 | Where can he have concealed himself? |
34488 | Where is she? |
34488 | Where shall we go, then? |
34488 | Where you bound for? |
34488 | Whereabouts? |
34488 | Which way is she standing? |
34488 | Who else? 34488 Who is it?" |
34488 | Who''d have thought it? 34488 Who''ll come next?" |
34488 | Who''s for the first boat? |
34488 | Who''s that? |
34488 | Why did you not ask her, though? |
34488 | Why does not your mistress come to me herself? |
34488 | Why has n''t she written to me, to tell me what she was going to do, and why has she hurried away to England? 34488 Why, Bubble, what have?" |
34488 | Why, Jane, my dear, you look very ill; what is the matter? |
34488 | Why, how is that? |
34488 | Why, where did you get all that from? |
34488 | Would n''t it be delightful to take a cruise to the Antipodes? |
34488 | Yet who is the stranger to whom I have given my heart? |
34488 | You are seamen belonging to a man- of- war outside this river, and you came here to interfere with our affairs? |
34488 | You know me, then? |
34488 | You wo n''t come and take a sail with me, then? |
34488 | ` How am I to do that same?'' 34488 ` I can summon spirits from the vasty deep; but will they come, cousin?''" |
34488 | ` Shorten sail?'' 34488 ` Where''s the ship going to drive to, now?'' |
34488 | An English lady and her daughter?" |
34488 | And how''s grandfather?" |
34488 | And you have nothing-- absolutely nothing?'' |
34488 | Bubble, you do n''t mean to say that you can leave sweet May Sandon without a sigh?" |
34488 | But tell me, Mauro, did your lady say I might venture into her father''s presence?" |
34488 | But what can we hope for while the abominable slave- trade still flourishes? |
34488 | But what is that away there just beyond the wreck? |
34488 | But what, if they are boats, can they be doing out there at this time of night?" |
34488 | But where am I driving to with my poetry and criticism? |
34488 | But who was the other person? |
34488 | By- the- by, where is she though?" |
34488 | Can you then be surprised that I, and such as I, throw care away, and become the light frivolous wretches we seem? |
34488 | Despair was seizing him, when he heard the cry which arose from the deck of"a man overboard?" |
34488 | Did they deceive me? |
34488 | Do n''t you think I had better try my hand?" |
34488 | Do we gain on the chase, do you think, Collins?" |
34488 | Do you love me, dearest one?" |
34488 | Do you, Emily, dear?" |
34488 | Does any one on board know her?" |
34488 | Drive them into the sea?" |
34488 | Had the avenging Nemesis of an unrequited passion punished her for her treatment of my friend Loring? |
34488 | Had the boat with the rascal Sandgate been swamped? |
34488 | Had the brig been caught by the squall and gone down? |
34488 | Has anybody seen him? |
34488 | Have you any commands for the ladies?" |
34488 | Have you got a ship in the whole English navy like her?" |
34488 | How could her crew expect that we could aid them? |
34488 | How could they have suspected that the polacca out there was our friend?" |
34488 | How did you get aboard there? |
34488 | How shall I again like to find myself on the surface of the fickle sea?" |
34488 | How will she receive him, however, is the question? |
34488 | How would it fare with us had we to engage in a downright earnest naval war? |
34488 | However, what could be expected of a race so long under the dominion of Venice, during the worst times of her always nefarious system of policy? |
34488 | I have n''t had the pleasure of meeting them before, I think?" |
34488 | I never heard of her before,"exclaimed the lieutenant, growing every moment more angry;"and Snigses Farm, where''s that, I should like to know?" |
34488 | If I speak not the truth, may the Powers above strike me this moment dead at your feet?" |
34488 | Is it just to the able seamen to make them do the work which should be shared by others? |
34488 | It''s all right, Bob, I suppose?" |
34488 | May I ask your name, young gentleman?" |
34488 | Miss Seton, do you know what has become of him?" |
34488 | Now tell us, what have you been doing?" |
34488 | Often have I thought to myself,"Why was I sent into the world? |
34488 | Pretty name, is n''t it? |
34488 | Shall we not do so, dearest? |
34488 | She''s superb, is n''t she? |
34488 | Still, what was to be done? |
34488 | The ladies were delighted-- indeed, who could not be so at the proud spectacle? |
34488 | The stranger furtively eyed the movement of his hand, as much as to say,"Why, have you got a pistol there likewise?" |
34488 | Venture back to Ryde in the` Dido''? |
34488 | Was all that had occurred an empty dream, or was it the re- acting of a dreadful reality? |
34488 | Was she well? |
34488 | Were you in no way biassed in your love by her supposed- fortune?" |
34488 | What adventures shall we probably encounter? |
34488 | What cutter is that?" |
34488 | What had become of her? |
34488 | What is it you require of me, senor?" |
34488 | What more can be required? |
34488 | What say your friends to the idea? |
34488 | What should put that into your head?" |
34488 | What was the look- out about? |
34488 | What would Sandgate do when he found himself thus completely brought to bay? |
34488 | What''s the matter with you?" |
34488 | When shall we start? |
34488 | Where is the woman''s heart which could resist such an appeal? |
34488 | Where shall we go? |
34488 | Where were Sleet''s eyes? |
34488 | Which way is she standing?" |
34488 | Which way shall we go?" |
34488 | Who can tell what means he has in store, even at the very last moment, to preserve those whom, in his infinite wisdom, he has resolved to preserve?" |
34488 | Who can the man be?" |
34488 | Who has been acting the part of a perfidious wretch, and breaking tender vows? |
34488 | Who would read a story published under the signature of Will Bubble? |
34488 | Why do you ask?" |
34488 | Will she rise to the next sea? |
34488 | Will you promise to be my preserver, my guardian angel, my idol, and I will live but to show my gratitude?" |
34488 | Yet what care I what they they say or do while you, sweet angel, are my protector?" |
34488 | You''ll not mind, my dear fellow, sailing at once to follow them? |
34488 | ` My father and mother are excellent people, and they have kindly offered us a house, and''--`is that it, Mr Loring? |
34488 | and has she trusted herself with that man?" |
34488 | are you come back again? |
34488 | asked Hearty;"an hour and a half will do it, wo n''t it?" |
34488 | but where is Count Gerovolio?" |
34488 | do you know him?" |
34488 | exclaimed the two Miss Masons;"could we, Mr Fairfax?" |
34488 | has that good example which might have saved him always been set him? |
34488 | have you not murders enough on your head already that you must commit another in cold blood?" |
34488 | is it far from the shore?" |
34488 | is that you? |
34488 | leave us rolling helplessly about here like an empty tub?" |
34488 | or can you answer me that this is not possible? |
34488 | sang out the first lieutenant,"can you see the chase?" |
34488 | she answered in a tone of sadness;"you will save the lives of these men?" |
34488 | shouted Daggerfeldt;"is this work never to end?" |
34488 | that we are to have beef- steaks?" |
34488 | think you this expenditure of gunpowder and noise breathes the spirit of peace? |
34488 | thought I,"what were your eyes about when they wandered just now so often towards Miss Seton and that finely dressed Albanian?" |
34488 | too old a bird for that; nor death, you may suppose; I mean t''other-- eh, you twig? |
34488 | two are wanting-- Miss Seaton and Mr Loring-- where are they?" |
34488 | we''ll go in the first?" |
34488 | what can the fellow be wanting?" |
34488 | what has become of them? |
34488 | what in the name of wonder is that away there to windward?" |
34488 | where can they be?" |
34488 | who are you?" |
34488 | will you take letter for me? |
34488 | yet who can fathom the deep well of a woman''s heart? |
34488 | you do n''t mean to say that Mr Sandgate is a smuggler?" |