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He himself recited the same passage in French, and politely pointed out the parts in which he thought that I had improved on the original.
I reside in the Marais, Rue de Douze Portes.
I will make you translate them into French, and you need not be afraid of my finding you insatiable.
On the sixth of april, eighteen thirty, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints was formally organized and thus took on a legal existence.
Its origin was small a germ, an insignificant seed, hardly to be thought of as likely to arouse opposition.
Instead of but six regularly affiliated members, and at most two score of adherents, the organization numbers today many hundred thousand souls.
To the fervent Latter day Saint, a temple is not simply a church building, a house for religious assembly.
Their sufferings have never yet been fitly chronicled by human scribe.
Oh, what a record to read what a picture to gaze upon how awful the fact
The army found the people in poverty, and left them in comparative wealth.
Moreover, had the people been inclined to rebellion what greater opportunity could they have wished?
Already a North and a South were talked of why not set up also a West?
At the inception of plural marriage among the Latter day Saints, there was no law, national or state, against its practise.
He had preconceived ideas about everything, and his idea about Americans was that they should be engineers or mechanics.
Irene Burgoyne, one of her family, told me in confidence that there was a romance somewhere back in the beginning.
Mainhall vouched for her constancy with a loftiness that made Alexander smile, even while a kind of rapid excitement was tingling through him.
Do you know, I thought the dance a bit conscious to night, for the first time.
Westmere and I were back after the first act, and we thought she seemed quite uncertain of herself.
She considered a moment and then said No, I think not, though I am glad you ask me.
Of course, he reflected, she always had that combination of something homely and sensible, and something utterly wild and daft.
Hilda was very nice to him, and he sat on the edge of his chair, flushed with his conversational efforts and moving his chin about nervously over his high collar.
They asked him to come to see them in Chelsea, and they spoke very tenderly of Hilda.
When Bartley arrived at Bedford Square on Sunday evening, Marie, the pretty little French girl, met him at the door and conducted him upstairs.
I should never have asked you if Molly had been here, for I remember you don't like English cookery.
I haven't had a chance yet to tell you what a jolly little place I think this is.
I've managed to save something every year, and that with helping my three sisters now and then, and tiding poor Cousin Mike over bad seasons.
It's not particularly rare, she said, but some of it was my mother's.
Don't I, though I'm so sorry to hear it. How did her son turn out?
Her hair is still like flax, and her blue eyes are just like a baby's, and she has the same three freckles on her little nose, and talks about going back to her bains de mer.
What she wanted from us was neither our flowers nor our francs, but just our youth.
They were both remembering what the woman had said when she took the money God give you a happy love
The strange woman, and her passionate sentence that rang out so sharply, had frightened them both.
Bartley started when Hilda rang the little bell beside her. Dear me, why did you do that?
It was very jolly, he murmured lazily, as Marie came in to take away the coffee.
Nonsense. Of course I can't really sing, except the way my mother and grandmother did before me.
He stood a little behind her, and tried to steady himself as he said It's soft and misty. See how white the stars are.
Bartley leaned over her shoulder, without touching her, and whispered in her ear You are giving me a chance? Yes.
The stop at Queenstown, the tedious passage up the Mersey, were things that he noted dimly through his growing impatience.
She blushed and smiled and fumbled his card in her confusion before she ran upstairs.
Alexander paced up and down the hallway, buttoning and unbuttoning his overcoat, until she returned and took him up to Hilda's living room.
I felt it in my bones when I woke this morning that something splendid was going to turn up.
She pushed him toward the big chair by the fire, and sat down on a stool at the opposite side of the hearth, her knees drawn up to her chin, laughing like a happy little girl.
When did you come, Bartley, and how did it happen? You haven't spoken a word.
She looked at his heavy shoulders and big, determined head, thrust forward like a catapult in leash.
Hilda watched him from her corner, trembling and scarcely breathing, dark shadows growing about her eyes. It.
The world is all there, just as it used to be, but I can't get at it any more.
Hilda's face quivered, but she whispered Yes, I think it must have been.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if to draw in again the fragrance of those days.
Please tell me one thing, Bartley. At least, tell me that you believe I thought I was making you happy.
What I mean is that I want you to promise never to see me again, no matter how often I come, no matter how hard I beg.
Alexander rose and shook himself angrily. Yes, I know I'm cowardly.
I will ask the least imaginable, but I must have something
The sight of you, Bartley, to see you living and happy and successful can I never make you understand what that means to me?
You see, loving some one as I love you makes the whole world different.
And then you came back, not caring very much, but it made no difference.
Bartley bent over and took her in his arms, kissing her mouth and her wet, tired eyes.
She has a son, theft, and a daughter, hunger.
We have never understood this sort of objections.
Why should one not explore everything, and study everything?
Now, when has horror ever excluded study?
There is the slang of the affected lady as well as of the precieuses.
Algebra, medicine, botany, have each their slang.
To meet the needs of this conflict, wretchedness has invented a language of combat, which is slang.
Do we really know the mountain well when we are not acquainted with the cavern?
True history being a mixture of all things, the true historian mingles in everything.
Facts form one of these, and ideas the other.
There it clothes itself in word masks, in metaphor rags.
It is so made, that everywhere we feel the sense of punishment.
Each day has its own great grief or its little care.
This without reckoning in the pains of the heart. And so it goes on.
There is hardly one day out of a hundred which is wholly joyous and sunny.
In this world, evidently the vestibule of another, there are no fortunate.
The real human division is this the luminous and the shady.
To diminish the number of the shady, to augment the number of the luminous, that is the object.
That is why we cry Education science
To teach reading, means to light the fire every syllable spelled out sparkles.
However, he who says light does not, necessarily, say joy.
People suffer in the light excess burns.
To burn without ceasing to fly, therein lies the marvel of genius.
It is such a noble ambition, that it is a pity it has usually such a shallow foundation.
Philip therefore read diligently in the Astor library, planned literary works that should compel attention, and nursed his genius.
But Philip did afford it, and he wrote, thanking his friends, and declining because he said the political scheme would fail, and ought to fail.
And he went back to his books and to his waiting for an opening large enough for his dignified entrance into the literary world.
Well, I'm going as an engineer. You can go as one.
The two young men who were by this time full of the adventure, went down to the Wall street office of Henry's uncle and had a talk with that wily operator.
The night was spent in packing up and writing letters, for Philip would not take such an important step without informing his friends.
Why, it's in Missouri somewhere, on the frontier I think. We'll get a map.
He knew his uncle would be glad to hear that he had at last turned his thoughts to a practical matter.
He well knew the perils of the frontier, the savage state of society, the lurking Indians and the dangers of fever.
Well, mother, said the young student, looking up, with a shade of impatience.
I heard father tell cousin Abner that he was whipped so often for whistling when he was a boy that he was determined to have what compensation he could get now.
Thy ways greatly try me, Ruth, and all thy relations.
Is thy father willing thee should go away to a school of the world's people?
Margaret Bolton almost lost for a moment her habitual placidity.
And, besides, suppose thee does learn medicine?
Ruth sat quite still for a time, with face intent and flushed. It was out now.
Is thee going to the Yearly Meeting, Ruth? asked one of the girls.
It has occupied mother a long time, to find at the shops the exact shade for her new bonnet.
It's such a crush at the Yearly Meeting at Arch Street, and then there's the row of sleek looking young men who line the curbstone and stare at us as we come out.
Father, thee's unjust to Philip. He's going into business.

He himself recited the same passage in French, and politely pointed out the parts in which he thought that I had improved on the original.

I reside in the Marais, Rue de Douze Portes.

I will make you translate them into French, and you need not be afraid of my finding you insatiable.

On the sixth of april, eighteen thirty, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints was formally organized and thus took on a legal existence.

Its origin was small a germ, an insignificant seed, hardly to be thought of as likely to arouse opposition.

Instead of but six regularly affiliated members, and at most two score of adherents, the organization numbers today many hundred thousand souls.

To the fervent Latter day Saint, a temple is not simply a church building, a house for religious assembly.

Their sufferings have never yet been fitly chronicled by human scribe.

Oh, what a record to read what a picture to gaze upon how awful the fact

The army found the people in poverty, and left them in comparative wealth.

Moreover, had the people been inclined to rebellion what greater opportunity could they have wished?

Already a North and a South were talked of why not set up also a West?

At the inception of plural marriage among the Latter day Saints, there was no law, national or state, against its practise.

He had preconceived ideas about everything, and his idea about Americans was that they should be engineers or mechanics.

Irene Burgoyne, one of her family, told me in confidence that there was a romance somewhere back in the beginning.

Mainhall vouched for her constancy with a loftiness that made Alexander smile, even while a kind of rapid excitement was tingling through him.

Do you know, I thought the dance a bit conscious to night, for the first time.

Westmere and I were back after the first act, and we thought she seemed quite uncertain of herself.

She considered a moment and then said No, I think not, though I am glad you ask me.

Of course, he reflected, she always had that combination of something homely and sensible, and something utterly wild and daft.

Hilda was very nice to him, and he sat on the edge of his chair, flushed with his conversational efforts and moving his chin about nervously over his high collar.

They asked him to come to see them in Chelsea, and they spoke very tenderly of Hilda.

When Bartley arrived at Bedford Square on Sunday evening, Marie, the pretty little French girl, met him at the door and conducted him upstairs.

I should never have asked you if Molly had been here, for I remember you don't like English cookery.

I haven't had a chance yet to tell you what a jolly little place I think this is.

I've managed to save something every year, and that with helping my three sisters now and then, and tiding poor Cousin Mike over bad seasons.

It's not particularly rare, she said, but some of it was my mother's.

Don't I, though I'm so sorry to hear it. How did her son turn out?

Her hair is still like flax, and her blue eyes are just like a baby's, and she has the same three freckles on her little nose, and talks about going back to her bains de mer.

What she wanted from us was neither our flowers nor our francs, but just our youth.

They were both remembering what the woman had said when she took the money God give you a happy love

The strange woman, and her passionate sentence that rang out so sharply, had frightened them both.

Bartley started when Hilda rang the little bell beside her. Dear me, why did you do that?

It was very jolly, he murmured lazily, as Marie came in to take away the coffee.

Nonsense. Of course I can't really sing, except the way my mother and grandmother did before me.

He stood a little behind her, and tried to steady himself as he said It's soft and misty. See how white the stars are.

Bartley leaned over her shoulder, without touching her, and whispered in her ear You are giving me a chance? Yes.

The stop at Queenstown, the tedious passage up the Mersey, were things that he noted dimly through his growing impatience.

She blushed and smiled and fumbled his card in her confusion before she ran upstairs.

Alexander paced up and down the hallway, buttoning and unbuttoning his overcoat, until she returned and took him up to Hilda's living room.

I felt it in my bones when I woke this morning that something splendid was going to turn up.

She pushed him toward the big chair by the fire, and sat down on a stool at the opposite side of the hearth, her knees drawn up to her chin, laughing like a happy little girl.

When did you come, Bartley, and how did it happen? You haven't spoken a word.

She looked at his heavy shoulders and big, determined head, thrust forward like a catapult in leash.

Hilda watched him from her corner, trembling and scarcely breathing, dark shadows growing about her eyes. It.

The world is all there, just as it used to be, but I can't get at it any more.

Hilda's face quivered, but she whispered Yes, I think it must have been.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if to draw in again the fragrance of those days.

Please tell me one thing, Bartley. At least, tell me that you believe I thought I was making you happy.

What I mean is that I want you to promise never to see me again, no matter how often I come, no matter how hard I beg.

Alexander rose and shook himself angrily. Yes, I know I'm cowardly.

I will ask the least imaginable, but I must have something

The sight of you, Bartley, to see you living and happy and successful can I never make you understand what that means to me?

You see, loving some one as I love you makes the whole world different.

And then you came back, not caring very much, but it made no difference.

Bartley bent over and took her in his arms, kissing her mouth and her wet, tired eyes.

She has a son, theft, and a daughter, hunger.

We have never understood this sort of objections.

Why should one not explore everything, and study everything?

Now, when has horror ever excluded study?

There is the slang of the affected lady as well as of the precieuses.

Algebra, medicine, botany, have each their slang.

To meet the needs of this conflict, wretchedness has invented a language of combat, which is slang.

Do we really know the mountain well when we are not acquainted with the cavern?

True history being a mixture of all things, the true historian mingles in everything.

Facts form one of these, and ideas the other.

There it clothes itself in word masks, in metaphor rags.

It is so made, that everywhere we feel the sense of punishment.

Each day has its own great grief or its little care.

This without reckoning in the pains of the heart. And so it goes on.

There is hardly one day out of a hundred which is wholly joyous and sunny.

In this world, evidently the vestibule of another, there are no fortunate.

The real human division is this the luminous and the shady.

To diminish the number of the shady, to augment the number of the luminous, that is the object.

That is why we cry Education science

To teach reading, means to light the fire every syllable spelled out sparkles.

However, he who says light does not, necessarily, say joy.

People suffer in the light excess burns.

To burn without ceasing to fly, therein lies the marvel of genius.

It is such a noble ambition, that it is a pity it has usually such a shallow foundation.

Philip therefore read diligently in the Astor library, planned literary works that should compel attention, and nursed his genius.

But Philip did afford it, and he wrote, thanking his friends, and declining because he said the political scheme would fail, and ought to fail.

And he went back to his books and to his waiting for an opening large enough for his dignified entrance into the literary world.

Well, I'm going as an engineer. You can go as one.

The two young men who were by this time full of the adventure, went down to the Wall street office of Henry's uncle and had a talk with that wily operator.

The night was spent in packing up and writing letters, for Philip would not take such an important step without informing his friends.

Why, it's in Missouri somewhere, on the frontier I think. We'll get a map.

He knew his uncle would be glad to hear that he had at last turned his thoughts to a practical matter.

He well knew the perils of the frontier, the savage state of society, the lurking Indians and the dangers of fever.

Well, mother, said the young student, looking up, with a shade of impatience.

I heard father tell cousin Abner that he was whipped so often for whistling when he was a boy that he was determined to have what compensation he could get now.

Thy ways greatly try me, Ruth, and all thy relations.

Is thy father willing thee should go away to a school of the world's people?

Margaret Bolton almost lost for a moment her habitual placidity.

And, besides, suppose thee does learn medicine?

Ruth sat quite still for a time, with face intent and flushed. It was out now.

Is thee going to the Yearly Meeting, Ruth? asked one of the girls.

It has occupied mother a long time, to find at the shops the exact shade for her new bonnet.

It's such a crush at the Yearly Meeting at Arch Street, and then there's the row of sleek looking young men who line the curbstone and stare at us as we come out.

Father, thee's unjust to Philip. He's going into business.