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The dataset generation failed because of a cast error
Error code: DatasetGenerationCastError
Exception: DatasetGenerationCastError
Message: An error occurred while generating the dataset
All the data files must have the same columns, but at some point there are 7 new columns ({'source_annotation_id', 'annotatorId', 'right', 'type', 'relation_id', 'target_annotation_id', 'left'}) and 5 missing columns ({'url', 'genre', 'book_title', 'author', 'author_death_year'}).
This happened while the csv dataset builder was generating data using
hf://datasets/Yarik/reman_test2/reman_csv/relations.csv (at revision 5ec56675cb29116353a23597f4d5664fcbfeabd6)
Please either edit the data files to have matching columns, or separate them into different configurations (see docs at https://hf.co/docs/hub/datasets-manual-configuration#multiple-configurations)
Traceback: Traceback (most recent call last):
File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/builder.py", line 2011, in _prepare_split_single
writer.write_table(table)
File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/arrow_writer.py", line 585, in write_table
pa_table = table_cast(pa_table, self._schema)
File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/table.py", line 2302, in table_cast
return cast_table_to_schema(table, schema)
File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/table.py", line 2256, in cast_table_to_schema
raise CastError(
datasets.table.CastError: Couldn't cast
annotatorId: string
left: int64
relation_id: int64
right: int64
source_annotation_id: double
target_annotation_id: double
type: string
text: string
doc_id: string
-- schema metadata --
pandas: '{"index_columns": [{"kind": "range", "name": null, "start": 0, "' + 1325
to
{'author': Value(dtype='string', id=None), 'author_death_year': Value(dtype='float64', id=None), 'book_title': Value(dtype='string', id=None), 'doc_id': Value(dtype='string', id=None), 'genre': Value(dtype='string', id=None), 'url': Value(dtype='string', id=None), 'text': Value(dtype='string', id=None)}
because column names don't match
During handling of the above exception, another exception occurred:
Traceback (most recent call last):
File "/src/services/worker/src/worker/job_runners/config/parquet_and_info.py", line 1317, in compute_config_parquet_and_info_response
parquet_operations = convert_to_parquet(builder)
File "/src/services/worker/src/worker/job_runners/config/parquet_and_info.py", line 932, in convert_to_parquet
builder.download_and_prepare(
File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/builder.py", line 1027, in download_and_prepare
self._download_and_prepare(
File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/builder.py", line 1122, in _download_and_prepare
self._prepare_split(split_generator, **prepare_split_kwargs)
File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/builder.py", line 1882, in _prepare_split
for job_id, done, content in self._prepare_split_single(
File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/builder.py", line 2013, in _prepare_split_single
raise DatasetGenerationCastError.from_cast_error(
datasets.exceptions.DatasetGenerationCastError: An error occurred while generating the dataset
All the data files must have the same columns, but at some point there are 7 new columns ({'source_annotation_id', 'annotatorId', 'right', 'type', 'relation_id', 'target_annotation_id', 'left'}) and 5 missing columns ({'url', 'genre', 'book_title', 'author', 'author_death_year'}).
This happened while the csv dataset builder was generating data using
hf://datasets/Yarik/reman_test2/reman_csv/relations.csv (at revision 5ec56675cb29116353a23597f4d5664fcbfeabd6)
Please either edit the data files to have matching columns, or separate them into different configurations (see docs at https://hf.co/docs/hub/datasets-manual-configuration#multiple-configurations)Need help to make the dataset viewer work? Open a discussion for direct support.
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string | genre
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MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish Volume 1 | 8551|863 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8551 | But it was a delight to my heart to see how Ethelwyn could not be satisfied without treating the foundling in precisely the same fashion as one of her own. And if this was a necessary preparation for what, should follow, I would be the very last to complain of it. We went to bed again, and the forsaken child of some half-animal mother, now perhaps asleep in some filthy lodging for tramps, lay in my Ethelwyn's bosom. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|864 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | And if this was a necessary preparation for what, should follow, I would be the very last to complain of it. We went to bed again, and the forsaken child of some half-animal mother, now perhaps asleep in some filthy lodging for tramps, lay in my Ethelwyn's bosom. I loved her the more for it; though, I confess, it would have been very painful to me had she shown it possible for her to treat the baby otherwise, especially after what we had been talking about that same evening. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|865 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | We went to bed again, and the forsaken child of some half-animal mother, now perhaps asleep in some filthy lodging for tramps, lay in my Ethelwyn's bosom. I loved her the more for it; though, I confess, it would have been very painful to me had she shown it possible for her to treat the baby otherwise, especially after what we had been talking about that same evening. So we had another child in the house, and nobody knew anything about it but ourselves two. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|867 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | So we had another child in the house, and nobody knew anything about it but ourselves two. The household had never been disturbed by all the going and coming. After everything had been done for her, we had a good laugh over the whole matter, and then Ethelwyn fell a-crying. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish Volume 1 | 8551|894 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8551 | With an old man's prudence, I would not sit down upon the grass, but looked about for a more suitable seat. Then I saw, for often in our dreams there is an immediate response to our wishes, a long, rather narrow stone lying a few yards from me. I wondered how it could have come there, for there were no mountains or rocks near: the field was part of a level country. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|898 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | Somehow I fancied that his light was more sorrowful than the light of the setting sun should be, and I began to feel very heavy at the heart. No sooner had the last brilliant spark of his light vanished, than I felt the stone under me begin to move. With the inactivity of a dreamer, however, I did not care to rise, but wondered only what would come next. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|909 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | Every moment it seemed as if he would fall to rise no more, but as often he found fresh footing. At length the surface became a little smoother, and he began a horrible canter which lasted till he reached a low, broken wall, over which he half walked, half fell into what was plainly an ancient neglected churchyard. The mounds were low and covered with rank grass. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|912 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | In some parts, hollows had taken the place of mounds. Gravestones lay in every position except the level or the upright, and broken masses of monuments were scattered about. My horse bore me into the midst of it, and there, slow and stiff as he had risen, he lay down again. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|920 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | But it was a wild dreary dawn--a blot of gray first, which then stretched into long lines of dreary yellow and gray, looking more like a blasted and withered sunset than a fresh sunrise. And well it suited that waste, wide, deserted churchyard, if churchyard I ought to call it where no church was to be seen--only a vast hideous square of graves. Before me I noticed especially one old grave, the flat stone of which had broken in two and sunk in the middle. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|921 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | And well it suited that waste, wide, deserted churchyard, if churchyard I ought to call it where no church was to be seen--only a vast hideous square of graves. Before me I noticed especially one old grave, the flat stone of which had broken in two and sunk in the middle. While I sat with my eyes fixed on this stone, it began to move; the crack in the middle closed, then widened again as the two halves of the stone were lifted up, and flung outward, like the two halves of a folding door. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|922 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | Before me I noticed especially one old grave, the flat stone of which had broken in two and sunk in the middle. While I sat with my eyes fixed on this stone, it began to move; the crack in the middle closed, then widened again as the two halves of the stone were lifted up, and flung outward, like the two halves of a folding door. From the grave rose a little child, smiling such perfect contentment as if he had just come from kissing his mother. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|926 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | Then he came towards me with the same smile, and took my hand. I rose, and he led me away over another broken wall towards the hill that lay before us. And as we went the sun came nearer, the pale yellow bars flushed into orange and rosy red, till at length the edges of the clouds were swept with an agony of golden light, which even my dreamy eyes could not endure, and I awoke weeping for joy. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|927 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | I rose, and he led me away over another broken wall towards the hill that lay before us. And as we went the sun came nearer, the pale yellow bars flushed into orange and rosy red, till at length the edges of the clouds were swept with an agony of golden light, which even my dreamy eyes could not endure, and I awoke weeping for joy. This waking woke my wife, who said in some alarm: "What is the matter, husband?" |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|942 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | In them was exemplified that confusion of the intellectual being which is produced by the witness of incontestable truth to a thing incredible--in which case the probability always is, that the incredibility results from something in the mind of the hearer falsely associated with and disturbing the true perception of the thing to which witness is borne. Nor was the astonishment confined to the family, for it spread over the parish that Mrs. Walton had got another baby. And so, indeed, she had. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|963 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | "And just think what it would be to give the baby to a woman who not only did not want her, but who was not her mother. But if her own mother came to claim her now, I don't say I would refuse her, but I should think twice about giving her up after she had once abandoned her for a whole night in the open air. In fact I don't want the parents." |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|995 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | The baby shall be treated with all due respect in this house." "What a provoking man you are! You know what I mean well enough." |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1008 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | My wife said the baby was a beauty. I could see that she was a plump, well-to-do baby; and being by nature no particular lover of babies as babies--that is, feeling none of the inclination of mothers and nurses and elder sisters to eat them, or rather, perhaps, loving more for what I believed than what I saw--that was all I could pretend to discover. But even the aforementioned elderly parishioner was compelled to allow before three months were over that little Theodora--for we turned the name of my youngest daughter upside down for her--"was a proper child." |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1011 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | To none, however, did she seem to bring so much delight as to our dear Constance. Oftener than not, when I went into her room, I found the sleepy, useless little thing lying beside her on the bed, and her staring at it with such loving eyes! How it began, I do not know, but it came at last to be called Connie's Dora, or Miss Connie's baby, all over the house, and nothing pleased Connie better. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1032 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | Besides, the asking of such questions gave me good opportunity, through the answers they returned, of seeing what their notions of Jesus and of duty were, and thus of discovering how to help the dawn of the light in their growing minds. Nor let anyone fear that such employment of the divine gift of imagination will lead to foolish vagaries and useless inventions; while the object is to discover the right way--the truth--there is little danger of that. Besides, there I was to help hereby in the actual training of their imaginations to truth and wisdom. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1046 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | "What is, my dear?" I said; for although I thought I knew well enough what she meant, I wished her to set it forth in her own words, both for her own sake, and the sake of the others, who would probably understand the difficulty much better if she presented it herself. "I mean that he spoke to his mother--" "Why don't you say _mamma_, Wynnie?" |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1064 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | Now we must let Wynnie finish what she was saying." "I was saying, papa, that I can't help feeling as if--I know it can't be true--but I feel as if Jesus spoke unkindly to his mother when he said that to her." I looked at the page and read the words, "How is it that ye sought me? |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1071 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | "I am sitting wondering at myself, Harry," I said. "Long after I was your age, Wynnie, I remember quite well that those words troubled me as they now trouble you. But when I read them over now, they seemed to me so lovely that I could hardly read them aloud. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1074 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | I can recall the fact that they troubled me, but the mode of the fact I scarcely can recall. I can hardly see now wherein lay the hurt or offence the words gave me. And why is that? |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1080 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | And I am confident it is so with a great many things that we reject. We reject them simply because we do not understand them. Therefore, indeed, we cannot with truth be said to reject them at all. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1081 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | We reject them simply because we do not understand them. Therefore, indeed, we cannot with truth be said to reject them at all. It is some false appearance that we reject. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1083 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | It is some false appearance that we reject. Some of the grandest things in the whole realm of truth look repellent to us, and we turn away from them, simply because we are not--to use a familiar phrase--we are not up to them. They appear to us, therefore, to be what they are not. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1088 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | "You are quite beyond me now, papa," said Wynnie. "Well, my dear," I answered, "I will return to the words of the boy Jesus, instead of talking more about them; and when I have shown you what they mean, I think you will allow that that feeling you have about them is all and altogether an illusion." "There is one thing first," said Connie, "that I want to understand. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1090 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | "There is one thing first," said Connie, "that I want to understand. You said the words of Jesus rather indicated surprise. But how could he be surprised at anything? |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1119 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | If anything is not his business, you not only have not to do it, but you ought not to do it. Your words come from the want of spiritual sight. We cannot see the truth in common things--the will of God in little everyday affairs, and that is how they become so irksome to us. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish Volume 1 | 8551|1125 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8551 | But if we do them we shall thus make acquaintance with them, and come to see what is in them. The roughest kernel amongst them has a tree of life in its heart." "I wish he would tell me something to do," said Charlie. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1155 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | "How do you know that God wants me to go to bed?" said Charlie, with something of surly impertinence, which I did not meet with reproof at once because there was some sense along with the impudence. "I know that God wants you to do what I tell you, and to do it pleasantly. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1167 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | It seemed enough to me that his heart was turned. It is a terrible thing to run the risk of changing humility into humiliation. Humiliation is one of the proudest conditions in the human world. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1172 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | My readers must not judge it silly to record a boy's unwillingness to go to bed. It is precisely the same kind of disobedience that some of them are guilty of themselves, and that in things not one whit more important than this, only those things happen to be _their_ wish at the moment, and not Charlie's, and so gain their superiority. CHAPTER VIII. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1184 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | I was walking along a path in a field close by a hedge. A tree had been cut down, and lay upon the grass. A short distance from it lay its own figure marked out in hoar-frost. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1188 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | I will not say the figure was such an exact resemblance as a photograph would have been; still it was an indubitable likeness. It appeared to the hasty glance that not a branch not a knot of the upper side of the tree at least was left unrepresented in shining and glittering whiteness upon the green grass. It was very pretty, and, I confess, at first, very puzzling. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | Weighed and Wanting | 9096|1193 | Christian fiction, Scotland -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/9096 | The sun had been shining for a time, and had melted the frost away, except where he could only cast a shadow. As he rose and rose, the shadow of the tree had shortened and come nearer and nearer to its original, growing more and more like as it came nearer, while the frost kept disappearing as the shadow withdrew its protection. When the shadow extended only to a little way from the tree, the clouds came and covered the sun, and there were no more shadows, only one great one of the clouds. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1196 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | Then the frost shone out in the shape of the vanished shadow. It lay at a little distance from the tree, because the tree having been only partially lopped, some great stumps of boughs held it up from the ground, and thus, when the sun was low, his light had shone a little way through beneath, as well as over the trunk. My reader needs not be afraid; I am not going to "moralise this spectacle with a thousand similes." |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1203 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | But I prepared myself to meet her in the strength of the good humour which nature had just bestowed upon me. For I fear the failing will go with me to the grave that I am very ready to be annoyed, even to the loss of my temper, at the urgings of ignoble prudence. "Good-morning, Miss Bowdler," I said. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1216 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | she answered. "She is far too good to complain of anything. That's just why her friends must look after her a bit, Mr. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|1224 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | I don't speak disrespectfully of her." "Even amongst the class of which she comes, 'a beggar's brat' would be regarded as bad language." "I beg your pardon, I'm sure, Mr. Walton! |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|2914 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | Will any of these men be at church to-morrow, do you suppose? I am afraid sailors are not much in the way of going to church?" "I am afraid not. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|2915 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | I am afraid sailors are not much in the way of going to church?" "I am afraid not. You see they are all anxious to get home. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|2962 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | Hitherto and no further could its power reach. It could kill the body. It could dash in pieces the last little cock-boat to which the man clung, but thus it swept the man beyond its own region into the second sea of stillness, which we call death, out upon which the thoughts of those that are left behind can follow him only in great longings, vague conjectures, and mighty faith. |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Aspern Papers | 211|3016 | Manuscripts -- Collectors and collecting -- Fiction, Poets -- Fiction, Man-woman relationships -- Fiction, Venice (Italy) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/211 | You must remember that it was a little boat; and there are often tremendous storms upon these small lakes with great mountains about them. For the wind will come all at once, rushing down through the clefts in as sudden a squall as ever overtook a sailor at sea. And then, you know, there is no sea-room. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|3046 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | How the faces of the sailors strained towards me at this part of the story! I was afraid one of them especially was on the point of getting up to speak, as we have heard of sailors doing in church. I went on. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|3091 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | But I must take care lest I be boastful like Peter. "Why should we be afraid of anything with him looking at us who is the Saviour of men? But we are afraid of him instead, because we do not believe that he is what he says he is--the Saviour of men. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|3092 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | "Why should we be afraid of anything with him looking at us who is the Saviour of men? But we are afraid of him instead, because we do not believe that he is what he says he is--the Saviour of men. We do not believe what he offers us is salvation. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|3108 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | They did not know it, but it was so: the Lord was watching them. And when you look back upon your past lives, cannot you see some instances of the same kind--when you felt and acted as if the Lord had forgotten you, and found afterwards that he had been watching you all the time? "But the reason why you do not trust him more is that you obey him so little. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|3109 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | And when you look back upon your past lives, cannot you see some instances of the same kind--when you felt and acted as if the Lord had forgotten you, and found afterwards that he had been watching you all the time? "But the reason why you do not trust him more is that you obey him so little. If you would only, ask what God would have you to do, you would soon find your confidence growing. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|3110 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | "But the reason why you do not trust him more is that you obey him so little. If you would only, ask what God would have you to do, you would soon find your confidence growing. It is because you are proud, and envious, and greedy after gain, that you do not trust him more. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|3151 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | Below him the sea lay bluer than you could believe even when you saw it--blue with a delicate yet deep silky blue, the exquisiteness of which was thrown up by the brilliant white lines of its lapping on the high coast, to the northward. We had just sat down, when Dora broke out with-- "I saw Niceboots at church. He did stare at you, papa, as if he had never heard a sermon before." |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|3185 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | I find it so different when the sunshine is inside me as well as outside me." "Not a doubt of it, my dear. But that is only the more reason for rising above all that. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|3187 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | But that is only the more reason for rising above all that. From the way some people speak of physical difficulties--I don't mean you, wife--you would think that they were not merely the inevitable which they are, but the insurmountable which they are not. That they are physical and not spiritual is not only a great consolation, but a strong argument for overcoming them. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|3235 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | "If all things were made by Jesus, the Word of God, would it be reasonable that the water that he had created should be able to drown him?" "It might drown his body." "It would if he had not the power over it still, to prevent it from laying hold of him. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|3236 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | "It might drown his body." "It would if he had not the power over it still, to prevent it from laying hold of him. But just think for a moment. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|4529 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | "With a view to working better afterwards, I have no doubt," I answered. "You are right there, I hope," was his quiet reply, as he turned and walked back to the island. He had not made a step towards joining us. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|4579 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | As he spoke Percivale had continued packing his gear. He now led our party up to the chapel, and thence down a few yards to the edge of the chasm, where the water fell headlong. I turned away with that fear of high places which is one of my many weaknesses; and when I turned again towards the spot, there was Wynnie on the very edge, looking over into the flash and tumult of the water below, but with a nervous grasp of the hand of Percivale, who stood a little farther back. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|4632 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | "Don't you remember a time, Wynnie, when the things about you--the sky and the earth, say--seemed to you much grander than they seem now? You are old enough to have lost something." She thought for a little while before she answered. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|4711 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | The place Turner had chosen suited us all so well, that after attending to my duties on the two following Sundays at Kilkhaven, I returned on the Monday or Tuesday to the farmhouse. But Turner left us in the middle of the second week, for he could not be longer absent from his charge at home, and we missed him much. It was some days before Connie was quite as cheerful again as usual. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|4893 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | And she laughed merrily. "We'll try to keep up the talk all the way, so that you sha'n't weary of the journey." "You're going to carry me somewhere with my eyes tied up. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|4940 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | Now I could see every change on her lovely face, and it made me strong to endure; for I did find it hard work, I confess, to get to the top. It lay like a little sunny pool, on which all the cloudy thoughts that moved in some unseen heaven cast exquisitely delicate changes of light and shade as they floated over it. Percivale strode on as if he bore a feather behind him. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|5079 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | But we dared not keep Connie long in the damp coolness; and I have given my reader quite enough of description for one hour's reading. He can scarcely be equal to more. My invalids had now beheld the sea in such a different aspect, that I no longer feared to go back to Kilkhaven. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|5084 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | JOE AND HIS TROUBLE. How bright the yellow shores of Kilkhaven looked after the dark sands of Tintagel! But how low and tame its highest cliffs after the mighty rampart of rocks which there face the sea like a cordon of fierce guardians! |
Gissing, George | 1,903 | The Nether World | 4301|5157 | Poverty -- Fiction, English fiction -- 19th century, London (England) -- Fiction, Poor -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/4301 | I don't know nothing about that branch, sir." I saw a grateful light mount up in Joe's gloomy eyes as I spoke thus upon his side of the question. He said nothing, however; and his cousin volunteering no further information, I did not push any advantage I might have gained. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|5159 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | He said nothing, however; and his cousin volunteering no further information, I did not push any advantage I might have gained. At noon I made them leave their work, and come home with me to have their dinner; they hoped to finish the job before dusk. Harry Cobb and I dropped behind, and Joe Harper walked on in front, apparently sunk in meditation. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|5221 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | I remembered what the old woman had told me--that she had two boys _in_ the sea; and I knew therefore what he meant. He regarded his drowned boys as still tossed about in the weary wet cold ocean, and would have gladly laid them to rest in the warm dry churchyard. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye with the back of his hand, and saying, "Well, I must be off to my gardening," left me with his wife. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|5246 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | He's not the man, it seems to me, to be unhappy because he's ill. A man like him would not be miserable because he was going to die. It might make him look sad sometimes, but not gloomy as he looks." "Well, sir, I believe you be right, and perhaps I know summat. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|5310 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | It sounds to me like a darkening of wisdom." I saw that I had irritated him, and so had in some measure lost ground. But Harry struck in-- "How _can_ you say that now, Joe? |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|5348 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | "If I had my way, all the tools used in building the church should be carved on the posts and pillars of it, to indicate the sacredness of labour, and the worship of God that lies, not in building the church merely, but in every honest trade honestly pursued for the good of mankind and the need of the workman. For a necessity of God is laid upon every workman as well as on St. Paul. Only St. Paul saw it, and every workman doesn't, Harry." |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | The Seaboard Parish, Complete | 8562|5361 | Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8562 | The sun was shining aslant upon the downs from over the sea. We rose out of the shadowy hollow to the sunlit brow. I was a little in advance of Joe. |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|4080 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | It's about Lord Warburton." "I think I guess your question," Ralph answered from his arm-chair, out of which his thin legs protruded at greater length than ever. "Very possibly you guess it. |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|4081 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | "I think I guess your question," Ralph answered from his arm-chair, out of which his thin legs protruded at greater length than ever. "Very possibly you guess it. Please then answer it." |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|4143 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | "Very true. You know, however, how that always surprised me. Is Miss Osmond capable of giving us a surprise?" |
Stevenson, Robert Louis | 1,894 | The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 8 | 31484|4191 | Young men -- Fiction, Bildungsromans, Outlaws -- Fiction, English literature -- 19th century, Guardian and ward -- Fiction, Great Britain -- History -- Wars of the Roses, 1455-1485 -- Fiction, War stories, Knights and knighthood -- Fiction, Historical fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/31484 | But it scarcely mattered, for he only failed. What had she come for then, and why did she seem almost to offer him a chance to violate their tacit convention? Why did she ask him his advice if she gave him no liberty to answer her? |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|4469 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | He murmured a recognition, but left Isabel to say that it was a matter requiring grave consideration. Isabel, even while she made this remark, could see the great vista which had suddenly opened out in her husband's mind, with Pansy's little figure marching up the middle of it. Lord Warburton had asked leave to bid good-bye to Pansy, but neither Isabel nor Osmond had made any motion to send for her. |
Stevenson, Robert Louis | 1,894 | The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 8 | 31484|4576 | Young men -- Fiction, Bildungsromans, Outlaws -- Fiction, English literature -- 19th century, Guardian and ward -- Fiction, Great Britain -- History -- Wars of the Roses, 1455-1485 -- Fiction, War stories, Knights and knighthood -- Fiction, Historical fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/31484 | Do you think me so very proud?" he suddenly asked. "I think you very strange." |
Disraeli, Benjamin, Earl of Beaconsfield | 1,881 | Coningsby; Or, The New Generation | 7412|4752 | Political fiction, Politicians -- Fiction, Great Britain -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/7412 | From the moment, however, that both the ladies were so unaccommodating, there was nothing for Osmond but to wish the lady from New York would take herself off. It was surprising how little satisfaction he got from his wife's friends; he took occasion to call Isabel's attention to it. "You're certainly not fortunate in your intimates; I wish you might make a new collection," he said to her one morning in reference to nothing visible at the moment, but in a tone of ripe reflection which deprived the remark of all brutal abruptness. |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|4904 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | "You've not had enough of it yet. I guess I'll go with you," said Henrietta. "Go with me?" |
Stevenson, Robert Louis | 1,894 | The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 8 | 31484|4911 | Young men -- Fiction, Bildungsromans, Outlaws -- Fiction, English literature -- 19th century, Guardian and ward -- Fiction, Great Britain -- History -- Wars of the Roses, 1455-1485 -- Fiction, War stories, Knights and knighthood -- Fiction, Historical fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/31484 | "I like you very much," he said in a moment. Miss Stackpole gave one of her infrequent laughs. "You needn't think that by saying that you can buy me off. |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|5088 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | "Ah yes," laughed Ralph; "but to make up for it there's always some man awfully afraid of some woman!" She gave no heed to this pleasantry, but suddenly took a different turn. "With Henrietta at the head of your little band," she exclaimed abruptly, "there will be nothing left for Mr. |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|5229 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | "Remember that when you do come we count on you!" Goodwood had meant to go away early, but the evening elapsed without his having a chance to speak to Isabel otherwise than as one of several associated interlocutors. There was something perverse in the inveteracy with which she avoided him; his unquenchable rancour discovered an intention where there was certainly no appearance of one. |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|5356 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | And with that she went back to the Countess Gemini. CHAPTER XLIX Madame Merle had not made her appearance at Palazzo Roccanera on the evening of that Thursday of which I have narrated some of the incidents, and Isabel, though she observed her absence, was not surprised by it. Things had passed between them which added no stimulus to sociability, and to appreciate which we must glance a little backward. |
Stevenson, Robert Louis | 1,894 | The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 8 | 31484|5526 | Young men -- Fiction, Bildungsromans, Outlaws -- Fiction, English literature -- 19th century, Guardian and ward -- Fiction, Great Britain -- History -- Wars of the Roses, 1455-1485 -- Fiction, War stories, Knights and knighthood -- Fiction, Historical fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/31484 | "On your side, don't try to frighten me. I wonder if you guess some of my thoughts." "I trouble about them no more than I can help. |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|5576 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | And here Madame Merle stopped. Then she went on with a sudden outbreak of passion, a burst of summer thunder in a clear sky: "The matter is that I would give my right hand to be able to weep, and that I can't!" "What good would it do you to weep?" |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|5794 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | He says the world, always the world, is very bad for a young girl. This is just a chance for a little seclusion--a little reflexion." Pansy spoke in short detached sentences, as if she could scarce trust herself; and then she added with a triumph of self-control: "I think papa's right; I've been so much in the world this winter." |
Stevenson, Robert Louis | 1,894 | The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 8 | 31484|5817 | Young men -- Fiction, Bildungsromans, Outlaws -- Fiction, English literature -- 19th century, Guardian and ward -- Fiction, Great Britain -- History -- Wars of the Roses, 1455-1485 -- Fiction, War stories, Knights and knighthood -- Fiction, Historical fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/31484 | She could only dimly perceive that he had more traditions than she supposed. It had become her habit to be so careful as to what she said to him that, strange as it may appear, she hesitated, for several minutes after he had come in, to allude to his daughter's sudden departure: she spoke of it only after they were seated at table. But she had forbidden herself ever to ask Osmond a question. |
Stevenson, Robert Louis | 1,894 | The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 8 | 31484|5869 | Young men -- Fiction, Bildungsromans, Outlaws -- Fiction, English literature -- 19th century, Guardian and ward -- Fiction, Great Britain -- History -- Wars of the Roses, 1455-1485 -- Fiction, War stories, Knights and knighthood -- Fiction, Historical fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/31484 | CHAPTER LI The Countess was not banished, but she felt the insecurity of her tenure of her brother's hospitality. A week after this incident Isabel received a telegram from England, dated from Gardencourt and bearing the stamp of Mrs. Touchett's authorship. "Ralph cannot last many days," it ran, "and if convenient would like to see you. |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|6160 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | "He must have been false to his wife--and so very soon!" said Isabel with a sudden check. "That's all that's wanting--that you should take up her cause!" |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|6293 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | Isabel wailed; not in resentment, not in the quick passion her companion had looked for; but in a tone of far-reaching, infinite sadness. CHAPTER LII There was a train for Turin and Paris that evening; and after the Countess had left her Isabel had a rapid and decisive conference with her maid, who was discreet, devoted and active. After this she thought (except of her journey) only of one thing. |
Stevenson, Robert Louis | 1,894 | The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 8 | 31484|6350 | Young men -- Fiction, Bildungsromans, Outlaws -- Fiction, English literature -- 19th century, Guardian and ward -- Fiction, Great Britain -- History -- Wars of the Roses, 1455-1485 -- Fiction, War stories, Knights and knighthood -- Fiction, Historical fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/31484 | But there were phases and gradations in her speech, not one of which was lost upon Isabel's ear, though her eyes were absent from her companion's face. She had not proceeded far before Isabel noted a sudden break in her voice, a lapse in her continuity, which was in itself a complete drama. This subtle modulation marked a momentous discovery--the perception of an entirely new attitude on the part of her listener. |
Stevenson, Robert Louis | 1,894 | The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 8 | 31484|6645 | Young men -- Fiction, Bildungsromans, Outlaws -- Fiction, English literature -- 19th century, Guardian and ward -- Fiction, Great Britain -- History -- Wars of the Roses, 1455-1485 -- Fiction, War stories, Knights and knighthood -- Fiction, Historical fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/31484 | She asked nothing; she wished to wait. She had a sudden perception that she should be helped. She rejoiced Henrietta had come; there was something terrible in an arrival in London. |
Stevenson, Robert Louis | 1,894 | The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 8 | 31484|6650 | Young men -- Fiction, Bildungsromans, Outlaws -- Fiction, English literature -- 19th century, Guardian and ward -- Fiction, Great Britain -- History -- Wars of the Roses, 1455-1485 -- Fiction, War stories, Knights and knighthood -- Fiction, Historical fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/31484 | She remembered how she walked away from Euston, in the winter dusk, in the crowded streets, five years before. She could not have done that to-day, and the incident came before her as the deed of another person. "It's too beautiful that you should have come," said Henrietta, looking at her as if she thought Isabel might be prepared to challenge the proposition. |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|6930 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | "I'm very glad," Isabel said. "It must be a sudden decision." "Sudden enough, I believe; a courtship of three weeks. |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|7358 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | He said: 'Do everything you can for her; do everything she'll let you.'" Isabel suddenly got up. "You had no business to talk about me!" |
Wallace, Lew | 1,905 | The Prince of India; Or, Why Constantinople Fell — Volume 02 | 6849|7367 | Fantasy fiction, Istanbul (Turkey) -- History -- Siege, 1453 -- Fiction, Revenge -- Fiction, War stories, Sieges -- Fiction, Wandering Jew -- Fiction, Immortalism -- Fiction, Historical fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/6849 | he exclaimed, pressing her still harder, though now without touching a hem of her garment. "If Touchett had never opened his mouth I should have known all the same. I had only to look at you at your cousin's funeral to see what's the matter with you. |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|7411 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | It wrapped her about; it lifted her off her feet, while the very taste of it, as of something potent, acrid and strange, forced open her set teeth. At first, in rejoinder to what she had said, it seemed to her that he would break out into greater violence. But after an instant he was perfectly quiet; he wished to prove he was sane, that he had reasoned it all out. |
James, Henry | 1,916 | The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 2 | 2834|7444 | Italy -- Fiction, Love stories, Fathers and daughters -- Fiction, Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction, Psychological fiction, Inheritance and succession -- Fiction, Americans -- Italy -- Fiction, Archer, Isabel (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Married women -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2834 | This belief, for a moment, was a kind of rapture, in which she felt herself sink and sink. In the movement she seemed to beat with her feet, in order to catch herself, to feel something to rest on. "Ah, be mine as I'm yours!" |
Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne | 1,910 | Absalom's Hair | 5052|64 | Families -- Fiction, Attitude (Psychology) -- Fiction, Norwegian fiction -- Translations into English, Parent and child -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/5052 | "Roy, I'm sick of fish!" "You don't catch sirloins with a hand-line," I told him. And because I'd never been able to stay sore at him for long I added, "But we got beer. |
MacDonald, George | 1,905 | Thomas Wingfold, Curate | 5976|62 | Wingfold, Thomas (Fictitious character) -- Fiction, Christian fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/5976 | When he rose from his knees he glanced back across the waters, but there was now no ship in the haven, nor any sign of a sail upon the seas. And still the land was silent; not even the wild birds cried a welcome. The sun was hardly up, men were scarce awake, the Wanderer said to himself; and he set a stout heart to the steep path leading up the hill, over the wolds, and across the ridge of rock that divides the two masses of the island. |
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider) | 1,925 | The World's Desire | 2763|BLANK | Fantasy fiction, Helen of Troy (Greek mythology) -- Fiction, Adventure stories, Odysseus (Greek mythology) -- Fiction, Greece -- Fiction | http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2763 | So he bowed his head, and hid his face as he sat by the altar in the holiest of the holy shrine, and with his right hand he grasped the horns of the altar. As he sat there, perchance he woke, and perchance he slept. However it was, it seemed to him that soon there came a murmuring and a whispering of the myrtle leaves and laurels, and a sound in the tops of the pines, and then his face was fanned by a breath more cold than the wind that wakes the dawn. |
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