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Página 8 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Página 29 - It grew warmer in the tent. It was as though these people, this herd of sweating animals, were sucking the precious air through their great, gaping mouths; were taking it from Tweedledee. His breast rose and fell; he leaned back, sick and dizzy; and he felt that his overstrained nerves were giving way.
Página 29 - At sight of them, he felt tempted to spring forward, to dig his finger-nails into their soft flesh, to hurl them to the ground, to stamp them into unrecognisable bloody heaps.
Página 137 - Hector turned away from the cage, and, crossing the room to where his fiancee sat by the nursery window, put his hand on her shoulder and looked down into her eyes. "Don't you believe me, Dorothy?
Página 231 - He had seen her do it with his own eyes; and it was never bolted till night.
Página 270 - He looked about him wildly to see who had spoken — to see who it was that had just addressed the jury. All faces were turned his way; all eyes were fixed upon him. This must be the voice of God! "'Our Father, Who art in Heaven,' " he murmured through trembling lips. And the voice reiterated: "Gentlemen of the Jury." " 'Hallowed be Thy name,'