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|That, I submit, should be our second step: not only registering estrangement but |
describing it, putting it into words which will, ... it is the dark. A: Man eats and
sleeps. He dies. And it is the great cold. B: It is the great cold of the night, it is the
|'And I'm cold. I'm . . . For God's sake, light the candle. Light it. Light it. Something |
horrible . . . ' And I couldn't find the matches. 'Light the ... 'You're not going to die.
... Stretched on the bed beyond him was a dead man, white and very cold.
|Cold. orchard. Keep cold young orchard. Goodbye and keep cold. – Robert Frost. |
WELL, dear reader, you may ask: “Why did Zerah Colburn shoot himself? ...
There is no evidence of anyone witnessing an assailant in Tudor's Pear Orchard,
which was close to the well-known ice ... But the constables of the day believed
what they saw with their eyes – that the tall, well-dressed man had killed himself.
|He moved not. He stared fixedly past the motionless head of Hollis, who faced |
him, as still as himself. Jackson had turned ... And I looked on, surprised and
moved; I looked at that man, loyal to a vision, betrayed by his dream, spurned by
his ... The night was cold; the heat died suddenly out of the fire, and he stared at
|Joseph Conrad. me, if not false, greatly exaggerated, although the statements |
were made with every air of conviction and sincerity. ... E. shooting withhis own
hand man afterman who had come in withaninsufficient quantity of rubber. Ofhis
putting one ... Sometimes wewere driven offto live fora fortnight in the
forestwithout any food and without anything to makea firewith, and many died of
cold and hunger.
|The two assis' tants kicked the man and boy off the ladders. They swayed and ... |
bound hands of the man and the boy. ]amming ... The wheat barges and the
wood barges could not come in, and people died every night of the cold. Their
|When the sun went down, the nights could be horribly cold in winter, and poor |
vagabonds froze to death in ditches. ... One man went out to his sheepfold at
twilight and did not return. His son found him slain the next day.42 Burglars also
worked under cover of darkness, breaking into houses and killing the inhabitants.
|But all of black Harlem was not thus gay and bright. Any number of dark, chill, |
silent side streets declined the relenting night's favor. i3oth Street, for example,
east of Lenox Avenue, was at this moment cold, still, and narrowly forbidding; one
|No spark of life or hope. Only the cold sum of hell. ... Ariadne may well have just |
died all over again just seconds beforehand. “Arden...!” He hissed ... This was not
the same man he had been travelling with all this time. This was not the same ...
|But they did not make leaving easy. November and December of 1938 had been |
particularly cold and snowy. In the darkness of winter ... Often people fainted from
standing so long, and once an elderly man died of a heart attack. They played ...