One Hundred Best Novels Condensed, 2±Ç

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Edwin Atkins Grozier, Charles Edgar Lewis Wingate, Charles Henry Lincoln
Harper & brothers, 1920
 

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173 ÆäÀÌÁö - At the usual evening hour the chapel bell began to toll, and Thomas Newcome's hands outside the bed feebly beat time. And just as the last bell struck, a peculiar sweet smile shone over his face, and he lifted up his head a little, and quickly said, "Adsum!
138 ÆäÀÌÁö - What dost thou see, Rebecca?" again demanded the wounded knight. " Nothing but the cloud of arrows flying so thick as to dazzle mine eyes, and to hide the bowmen who shoot them." "That cannot endure," said Ivanhoe ; "if they press not right on to carry the castle by pure force of arms, the archery may avail but little against stone walls and bulwarks. Look for the Knight of the Fetterlock, fair Rebecca, and see how he bears himself; for as the leader is so will the followers be." " I see him not,
139 ÆäÀÌÁö - exclaimed Ivanhoe. " Does he blench from the helm when the. wind blows highest? " " He blenches not, he blenches not ! " said Rebecca. " I see him now. He leads a body of men close under the outer barrier of the barbican. They pull down the piles and palisades. They hew down the barriers with axes. His high black plume floats abroad over the throng like a raven over the field of the slain. They have made a breach in the barriers — they rush in — they are thrust back ! Front-de-Boeuf heads the...
139 ÆäÀÌÁö - I see him now ; he leads a body of men close under the outer barrier of the barbican. They pull down the piles and palisades ; they hew down the barriers with axes. His high black plume floats abroad over the throng, like a raven over the field of the slain. They have made a breach in the barriers — they rush in — they are thrust back ! — Front-deBceuf heads the defenders ; I see his gigantic form above the press.
138 ÆäÀÌÁö - I must lie here like a bedridden monk," exclaimed Ivanhoe, "while the game that gives me freedom or death is played out by the hand of others! — Look from the window once again, kind maiden, but beware that you are not marked by the archers beneath — Look out once more, and tell me if they yet advance to the storm.
173 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... she said, going up to Madame de Florae, who was still kneeling; "and just now he said he wanted Pendennis to take care of his boy. He will not know you." She hid her tears as she spoke. She went into the room where Clive was at the bed's foot ; the old man within it talked on rapidly for...
121 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nevile was the personation — the crowning flower — the greatest representative and the last — associated with memories of turbulence and excess, it is true, but with the proudest and grandest achievements in our early history...
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - In the deep shade, at the farther end of the room, a figure ran backwards and forwards. What it was, whether beast or human being, one could not, at first sight, tell: it grovelled, seemingly, on all fours; it snatched and growled like some strange wild animal: but it was covered with clothing, and a quantity of dark, grizzled hair, wild as a mane, hid its head and face. 'Good-morrow, Mrs Poole!' said Mr Rochester. 'How are you? and how is your charge today?' 'We're tolerable, sir, I thank you,'...
139 ÆäÀÌÁö - That cannot endure," said Ivanhoe ; "if they press not right on to carry the castle by pure force of arms, the archery may avail but little against stone walls and bulwarks. Look for the Knight of the Fetterlock, fair Rebecca, and see how he bears himself ; for as the leader is, so will his followers be." "I see him not," said Rebecca. " Foul craven !" exclaimed Ivanhoe ; "does he blench from the helm when the wind blows highest?

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