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A great blow it was,' he said in expensive tones, 'worthy of the mightiest warrior and truly struck upon the nose of the foe. The bright blood flew, and the enemy was dismayed and overcame. Like a hero, Garion stood over the vanquished, and, like a true hero, did not boast nor taunt his fallen opponent, but offered instead advice for quelling that crimson blood. with simple dignity then, he quit the field, but the bright-eyed maid would not let him depart unrewarded for his valor. hastily, she pursued him and fondly clasped her snowy arms about his neck. And there she lovingly bestowed that single kiss that is the true hero's greatest reward. Her eyes flamed with admiration, and her chaste bosom heaved with newly wakened passion. But modest Garion innocently departed and tarried not to claim those other sweet rewards the gentle maid's fond demeanor so clearly offered. And thus the adventure ended with our hero tasting victory but tenderly declining victory's true compensation.
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David Eddings |
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... the city around us seemed colder than ever again, and I realised that even if it really had sensed something going on, it certainly didn't care. It moved forward again. I could feel it. I could almost hear it laugh and taste it. Close. Watching. Mocking. And it was cold, so cold, as it watched my sister bleeding at the back of our house.
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close
sensed
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watching
cold
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Markus Zusak |
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"Speak English!" said the Eaglet. "I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and, what's more, I don't believe you do either!" And the Eaglet bend down its head to hide a smile: some of the other birds tittered audibly."
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mocking
wonderland
english
language
speech
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Lewis Carroll |
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What a shocking bad hat!' was the phrase that was next in vogue. No sooner had it become universal, than thousands of idle but sharp eyes were on the watch for the passenger whose hat shewed any signs, however slight, of ancient service. Immediately the cry arose, and, like the war-whoop of the Indians, was repeated by a hundred discordant throats. He was a wise man who, finding himself under these circumstances 'the observed of all observers,' bore his honours meekly. He who shewed symptoms of ill-feeling at the imputations cast upon his hat, only brought upon himself redoubled notice. The mob soon perceive whether a man is irritable, and, if of their own class, they love to make sport of him. When such a man, and with such a hat, passed in those days through a crowded neighbourhood, he might think himself fortunate if his annoyances were confined to the shouts and cries of the populace. The obnoxious hat was often snatched from his head and thrown into the gutter by some practical joker, and then raised, covered with mud, upon the end of a stick, for the admiration of the spectators, who held their sides with laughter, and exclaimed, in the pauses of their mirth, 'Oh, what a shocking bad hat!' 'What a shocking bad hat!' Many a nervous poor man, whose purse could but ill spare the outlay, doubtless purchased a new hat before the time, in order to avoid exposure in this manner.
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insult
hats
mocking
nervousness
hat
shame
london
mockery
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Charles Mackay |
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"Farah answered the door and I knew immediately her pants had recently been off. When our eyes met, I sensed she knew I knew. Farah gave me a casual smile then realized her ponytail was hanging weird off her head. "Sex is fun, huh?" Lark said, walking past her friend. "We're like rabbits too." Farah laughed. "We got home late and needed to let off some steam." "Four times," Cooper announced, bouncing the stairs. Grinning, I was ready to smack that smirk right off his face. "We have news." "Moving in together is such a great first step in a relationship," Cooper said, wrapping an arm around Farah's shoulders. "We remember those days, don't we, baby? So long ago." "You're being obnoxious," Farah murmured to her husband. "A giant obnoxious stud." Lark laughed and winked at me. "Speaking of studs, Aaron knocked me up our first time while I was on the pill. Bam! That is some super sperm!" Farah burst out laughing while I gave Cooper two middle fingers. He just glared at me like I'd knocked up my new girlfriend just so I could make him look weak. Yes, everything in the world revolved around Cooper including my sex life. "Fuck you," Cooper growled at me. "Don't feel bad. I mean, you had sex four times," I said, putting up four fingers. "Wow, you're bound to have at least one good swimmer in the bunch." When Cooper ran at me, I took off through the dining room, past the kitchen, and out the backdoor. My buddy was big and strong, but he was slow. I was in the front yard before he got past his excited dogs. Lark opened the door for me then we shut it on Cooper who started cussing until he realized kids were nearby. Farah was laughing so hard she sat on the ground to keep from falling. "Let me in," Cooper said in a low pissed voice as he glared through the side window. "Say it first." "Congratulations, jackass. Now, let me in my damn house." "That's not what I want you to say." "Then what? I'm not saying please, so it better not be that." "Not please. I was thinking something like, 'Gee, Aaron, can your balls dumb down things for my balls? I'd be ever so grateful to know how babies are made.' Yeah, something like that." Farah was rolling around on the floor and no help to Cooper who clearly wasn't saying what I suggested. Lark finally unlocked the door and smiled at Cooper who exhaled like a pissed bull. "You're welcome," she said, grinning. "For what?" "I talked Aaron out of mocking you as badly as he wanted. This was the tame version. So you're welcome." Cooper shook his head and finally smiled."
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mocking
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Bijou Hunter |