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...felt that it was good to have been born. I smiled to think of my happiness, and each smile brought back an answering smile that made me happier still. And while I gazed into those living depths of blue, they seemed to undergo a strange metamorphosis. Those two eyes grew into one wide cerulean expanse, the heavens of an unknown paradise, through which there burst the brightness of a sun more radiant far than day, the brightness of a glowing soul; and I was beginning to feel poetic, and had just taken out my stylograph for the purpose of penning...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: "FRONTI NULLA FIDES." | 12/20/1881 | See Source »

...grew pale as he left the hut; but by no other sign did she betray the anguish of her mind. When she was alone she sat down to think over the whole situation calmly...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OUR FIRST FAMILIES. | 12/20/1881 | See Source »

...insisted that her eldest son should receive the names of her father and her husband; accordingly a few years later a brilliant youth who rejoiced in the name of Yung Mang might often have been seen creeping about his delighted grandfather's hut. This child grew to be the pride of his relatives and the wonder of Apeland; and the descendants of Yung and Tue to this very day honor the name of their forefather, Yung Mang...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OUR FIRST FAMILIES. | 12/20/1881 | See Source »

This gentleman, on hearing my question, assumed a very judicial air, and for a time spake nothing. Not a spear of his untrimmed red hair, curled up at the extremities like a roof-gutter, trembled. Indeed, I grew impatient of his long delay, when suddenly I discovered that his lips had been moving, and he had in fact just come to the end of a sentence, expressing his opinion. I began to think that if silence was golden, speech must also be golden, since they were so nearly indistinguishable...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: MY CLOTHES. | 12/9/1881 | See Source »

After an abundant breakfast, they set out for home; but each turned back for a minute in an affectionate farewell to the camp. The first mile of the road was finished with quiet conversation, at an ordinary pace; but as they neared the village Yung's steps grew gradually slower; nor did Tue insist upon haste. They were silent for five minutes, then Yung said suddenly, "I wish this might go on forever...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OUR FIRST FAMILIES. | 12/9/1881 | See Source »

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