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Page 36 - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never ; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Page 23 - And they went to sea in a sieve." But when the sun was low in the West, The Dong arose and said, — "What little sense I once possessed Has quite gone out of my head!" And since that day he wanders still By lake and forest, marsh and hill, Singing, "O somewhere, in valley or plain, Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!
Page 198 - I'm not going to let you, so that's that." She shut the door and stood in front of it. Her eyes flashed and her jaw was set. She was a little thing and he was a tall, strong man. He took hold of her two arms to push her out of the way, but she kicked him violently on the shin. "D'you want me to give...
Page 201 - I've known her, and if it's good enough for me it's good enough for you.
Page 232 - It's all right, Mr. Koepke. Give our friend a glass. I'm happy to have him sample my liquor, even if he seems to have forgotten his manners. And I'll pay for both drinks." "I pay for my own liquor, and if you don't like my manners, you know what you can do about it!" replied the man called Jan. The look in his eyes changed from insolence to truculence. He glowered at the peaceful Mr. Dunnigan. The press agent chose to ignore this remark and its accompanying scowl. He had more important business on...
Page 204 - I want to be a friend to you. I want to ... help you. Why can't you trust me?
Page 31 - There were no locks on the doors of damane's rooms. Egwene's room held only a hard, narrow bed, a washstand with a chipped pitcher and bowl, one chair and a small table, but it had no room for more. Damane had no need of comfort, or privacy, or possessions. Damane were possessions. Min had a room just like this, in another house, but Min could come and go as she would, or almost as she would. Seanchan were great ones for rules; they had more, for everyone...