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...Yard is as deserted as a recitation in Logic. No, some one is awake; there is a light in a window of the fourth story of Weld; how bright it is! Great Heavens...
...inscribed "Sever Hall." The east side, on Quincy Street, will be similar to the one just described, except that its doorway and pediment slightly differ in shape. The south end of the building will front Main Street, and will be quite plain in general appearance. A tier of triple windows will extend up the centre, three to a floor, furnishing light to the entries within. These windows will have carved brickwork underneath, and the middle one in each triplet will be double the length of the other two, and will extend down to the floor, the lower half being flanked...
...once approached, stretching out my arms to assure her of my protection, and at the same time threw her my handkerchief, when, retreating, she opened a small window, and with a piercing cry of Phfessahouwhyte, was received by a younger Mollah within. I caught a glimpse of interior apartments, where the moon-faced houris of the Dhin's household reside, and, Allah al Akbar! Mahomet himself has not many such. By this time the Dhin appeared, and threatened that my connection with the body of Mollahs should cease if I did not immediately withdraw, but Alla Pajama, - God is Great...
...having ascertained that two very quiet Seniors were above me. But I did not enjoy my peace of mind two hours. I had no sooner thrown myself on my lounge to think over my comfortable prospects, than I was startled by a tremendous yell of 'Jim' just outside my window. As my name happens to be Jim, I thought that there must be some very urgent need of me, and flung open the window just in time to hear a man in the fourth story begin a conversation with his friend below. It was carried on in a very loud...
...sitting up for the first time, and in as much as I can't smoke and won't read, because it makes my head spin so confoundedly, the long, dull hours of the afternoon have dragged very wearily. I got my sofa moved to the window, where I had a prospect down the Yard. But as an all-day spectacle the Yard is not a success. I'm going home to-morrow to convalesce, and I rejoice, meanwhile, to watch the hurrying to recitation of those whom the rainy weather has not induced to cut. Presently this little bustle...