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Haha
by the Harvest of Souls,
Prunella Chanticleer,
“But what’s the good of needlework? It doesn’t teach one common sense,”
Prunella Chanticleer.
She was fair, and plump, and dimpled; and, as in the case of her mother, the ruthless common sense of her ancestors of the revolution had been trivialized, though not softened, into an equally ruthless sense of humor.
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Moonlove
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facts were losing their solidity;
attenuated to a sort of nebulous atmosphere.
she went on about cutting somebody’s fiddle strings
Do you or do you not know what has taken Moonlove?”
“Nobody ever knows what happens to other people.
the human skull that he held
“By the White Ladies of the Fields!”
there was something fine in the way he thus unflinchingly faced the possibility.
the hysterical atmosphere that seemed to lie like a thick fog over the Academy.
Master Ambrose
Mumchance
Dame Jessamine
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a sort of affective idiocy.
Toasted cheese!
I was frightened.
Endymion Leer nodded his head significantly: “One of the worst cases I have ever known.”
Endymion may be a bad guy. At least deceptive. Oh dear, and I so wanted to trust him, as he made sure that Ranulph could go to the widow gibberty’s.
“Master Ambrose,” continued Endymion Leer, in a grave impressive voice, “if what you fear about your daughter be true, then it is Master Nathaniel who is to blame.
Ouch. Why is he sowing discord?
Master Nathaniel is a haunted man, and a bad conscience makes a very good ghost.
Nat’s face at the eerie sound produced by an old lute. The look in his eyes had been like that in Moonlove’s today.
Then Endymion Leer started applying his famous balm — a balm that varied with each patient that required it.
Dame Jessamine’s ceaseless prattle.
tuftaffity,
Yes, he was longing for a talk with Nat. Not that he had any belief in Nat’s judgment; but he himself could provide all that was needed.
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Leer was a vulgar fellow, and had had no right to divulge a professional secret.
True. And wouldn’t Leer think the men would discuss Leer’s advice and so recognize how contradictory is was? Question
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One of our statutes says that in the country of Dorimare each member of a family shall be the master of his own possessions, and that nothing shall be held in common but disgrace.
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“You poor, sniveling, feeble-minded buffoon!
Insults
you foul-mouthed, pompous, brainless, wind-bag! You … you … foul, gibbering Son of a Fairy!”
Captain Mumchance
Beneath each bed, too, he found a little pair of shoes, very down at heel, with almost worn-out soles, looking as if the feet that had worn them must have been very busy.
Cf. The Twelve Dancing Princesses.
Mother Tibbs
you cracked harlot,”
Insult
“Dancing, dancing, dancing!” she muttered, “dancing day and night! It’s stony dancing on dreams.”
discovered empty sacks with great stains of juice on them,
some of the stains were colors he had never seen before.
