In the harsh face of life faith can read a bracing gospel.
Though so profound a double-dealer, I was in no sense a hypocrite; both sides of me were in dead earnest; I was no more myself when I laid aside restraint and plunged in shame, than when I laboured, in the eye of day, at the furtherance of knowledge or the relief of sorrow and suffering. And.
I never seen good come o’ goodness yet. Him as strikes first is my fancy; dead men don’t bite.
Porque ahora todos los caminos le daban lo mismo; todos la llevaban igualmente al infierno.
Cap’n,” said he, at length, with that same uncomfortable smile, “here’s my old shipmate, O’Brien; s’pose you was to heave him overboard. I ain’t partic’lar as a rule, and I don’t take no blame for settling his hash; but I don’t reckon him ornamental, now do you?
If you had the pluck of a weevil in a biscuit, you would catch them!
I love my sins like other people.
The man’s tongue is fit to frighten the French. Another.
And at that moment the Lord’s own hand out of the heavens struck the Horror where it stood; the old, dead, desecrated corpse of the witch-biddy, so long kept from the grave and herded around by demons, flared up like sulfur fire and fell in ashes to the ground; the thunder followed, peal on throbbing peal, the roaring rain upon the back of that; and Mr Soulis leapt through the garden hedge and ran, with scream upon scream, for the village.
It was a lovely body, but the inmate, the soul, was more than worthy of that lodging.
Well, well,” he said, at last, “duty first and pleasure afterwards, as you might have said yourself, Silver.
If each, I told myself, could be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all that was unbearable;.
But the temptation of a discovery so singular and profound at last overcame the suggestions of alarm.
I lay down flat in the bottom of that wretched skiff and devoutly recommended my spirit to its Maker. At the end of the straits, I made sure we must fall into some bar of raging breakers, where all my troubles would be ended speedily; and though I could, perhaps, bear to die, I could not bear to look upon my fate as it approached.
I wish you to judge for me entirely,’ was the reply. ‘I have lost confidence in myself.
Even as good shone upon the countenance of the one, evil was written broadly and plainly on the face of the other.
The Old Buccaneer.
The drug had no discriminating action; it was neither diabolical nor divine; it but shook the doors of the prisonhouse of my disposition; and like the captives of Philippi, that which stood within ran forth.
The name of Captain Flint, though it was strange to me, was well enough known to some there and carried a great weight of terror.
His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest;.
A mendacious umbrella is a sign of great moral degradation.