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Page 317 - Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted: it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men.
Page 279 - ... as he was able in its tattered paraphernalia. Of his brave deeds while acting the part of revolutionist in southern America he was as proud as if he had fought at Marathon or Waterloo. He was an air-plant, rooted to no spot on earth, without fixedness of purpose sufficient to become even parasitic. He would not admit himself ever to have been in the wrong, but the results of his follies and mistakes he charged to a cruel and relentless fate. Forever the world turned to him its shady side. Notwithstanding...
Page 285 - President" and he named Obasanjo. Mr. PAYNE. I did have a lot of — I have been in campaigns. I know sometimes people — this guy runs for President, has got so much money he doesn't know what to do with it, and so it does have an impact all over the world.
Page 213 - He seemed not only interested but enthusiastic, and promised to take the matter up at the next meeting of the Board of Directors of his company.
Page 310 - He sprang up and began to pace the little room, punching the palm of one hand with the fist of the other.
Page 128 - He wore an unkempt Van Dyke beard, and the mustache covering his upper lip hung long and ragged over his mouth. The hair upon his face and upon the top of his head where it had begun to thin was darkly red. His eyes were sunken and sombre, with no light in them. Griffith was struck with his unhealthy paleness. The face above the thick, untidy beard was colorless as white paper.
Page 348 - But Leslie was resigned to his fate. He had no complaints to make. He hoped only that he would not live too long; it was so difficult to manage his paper with one hand that he grew too tired to read, and the doctor only allowed him twelve ounces of whiskey a day.
Page 86 - ... freed them too tired to save himself the extra twinge of pain. But he was aghast at the sight of his purple, misshapen thighs, the fore and hind parts of his legs above the knee. Great welts swollen to the size of heavy ropes criss-crossed one another like the woven strands in a doormat.