Pale and pinched-up faces hovered about the windows where was tempting food; hungry eyes wandered over the profusion guarded by on...e thin sheet of brittle glass--an iron wall to them; half-naked shivering figures stopped to gaze at Chinese shawls and golden stuffs of India.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The jeweled stripes on the window ran straight down when the train stopped and got more and more oblique as it speeded up. The whe...els rumbled in her head, saying Man-hattan Tran-sfer Man-hattan Tran-sfer.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We all know children who grew up in authoritarian families and have never stopped rebelling against restrictiveness wherever they ...find it. And they seem to be more prone than others to find it!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I happened to find Your picture. That picture. I stopped there cold,... Like a man raking piles of dead leaves in his yard Who has turned up a severed hand.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The post-office appeared a singularly domestic institution here. Ever and anon the stage stopped before some low shop or dwelling,... and a wheelwright or shoemaker appeared in his shirt- sleeves and leather apron, with spectacles newly donned, holding up Uncle Sam's bag, as if it were a slice of home-made cake, for the travelers, while he retailed some piece of gossip to the driver, really as indifferent to the presence of the former as if they were so much baggage.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I was at work that morning. Someone came riding like mad Over the bridge and up the road--Farmer Rouf's little lad.... Bareback he rode; he had no hat; he hardly stopped to say, "Morgan's men are coming, Frau, they're galloping on this way.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What's the use of worrying? It never was worth while,... So, pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag, And smile, smile, smile.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »