स्वीनी गोल्डस्टीन - काल्पनिक चरित्र

स्वीनी गोल्डस्टीन - काल्पनिक चरित्र Ann. She stood irresolute, with strangely mingled emotions contending "He has," says the duke. "But he has his reward, you know: nobody likes him. By the by, what horrid bad times they are having in your land!—ricks of hay burning nightly, cattle killed, everybody boycotted, and small children speared!",This last insinuation, he flatters himself, is rather cleverly introduced.,Still evening on, and twilight gray,"I think you spoke of sunsets," she said.,"Then you knowed I was scared?" he cried in wonder.，“I guess Nancy’s got tired wartchin’ fer the gopher to come out,” remarked Betty, presently. “She’s left her job an’ gone away. P’raps she thinks she can git a mouse in the barn easier.”，“Has Uncle Isaac trouble with his heart?” asked Johnny, thinking he would tell about the kerosene cure.，"Say, you give me a pain," cried Billy. "Don't you 'spose we've got all we kin do ahead of us now?"Billy stared at his mother in amazement. "Jest what has Anse ever did fer you, Ma?" he asked wonderingly.

The most dangerous of wolves is the soft, smooth-tongued foe!,“You must do it,” he spelled. His stiffened fingers must have carried authority, for she nodded; and he saw her get a chair and stand with it, ready to do his bidding.,"But, Billy," she remonstrated, "they'll be expecting you to bring some ducks home, you know.",This latter was a tall and massively framed negro woman, with very little of the traditional merry nature of the black about her. She looked rather like a priestess, with her stern face and stately mien; and, indeed, in the West Indies, it was known among the negroes that Dido was high in power among the votaries of Obi. She could charm, she could slay by means of vegetable poisons, and she could--as the negroes firmly believed--cause a human being to dwindle, peak and pine, by means of incantations.,"Later on, my friend Cain," said the major, grimly. "You will have quite enough to do to save your neck from the halter.","Humph," said the deacon, "Joe Scraff may be right at that. Maybe it would be just as well if we kept our own counsel in this matter, brothers. Tomorrow mornin', early, let each of us prepare his offerin' and depart fer the lake. We'll meet there and make what distribution of our gifts as seems fair to them cheats—I mean them poor misguided fishermen," he corrected hurriedly.,Dorothy from her corner laughs gayly. "Poor old Noll," she says: "it was his unhappy childhood that blighted his later years and made him the melancholy object he is.",The gay little song persisted, much to the dissatisfaction of the severe monitor, Miss Green, whose fat and lugubrious countenance took on a deeper shade of gloom at every hushed note that trembled in Patricia's rounded throat.,Such is the moral of this little story—,Father and Mother sat in the study, Mother with her handkerchief in her hand and with red eyes.,"Very well, lady, very well, indeed. I met Mr. Alymer, and he gave me half a crown.",A footman entered..