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They've really begun the war," he said to himself. "And all over a word in a dictionary, the ninnies!"
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I'm not exactly sure what I'd do, you know but something interesting - something that's all mine something that would make some kind of difference in the world.
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You can't have living without dying.
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You Don't have to live forever you just have to live.
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A halal az orok korforgas resze, akarcsak a parja, a szuletes. Nem lehet kivalogatni a nekunk tetszo darabokat, es a tobbit felredobni. A nagy egesz reszenek lenni aldas. De minket, a Tuck csaladot kihagytak ebbol. Az elet kemeny munka, de felredobva elni, ugy, ahogy mi, felesleges. (...) A halal nelkul nincs elet. Ugyhogy azt, ami nekunk jutott nem lehet eletnek nevezni. Mi csak vagyunk, mint a kovek az ut menten.
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Life's got to be lived, no matter how long or short,
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When the world you're used to, that same old world you thought you knew so well, turns itself suddenly upside down, what can you do? Everything comes tumbling off the shelves of your expectations; nothing fits anymore.
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So," said Tuck to himself. "Two years. She's been gone two years." He stood up and looked around, embarrassed, trying to clear the lump from his throat. But there was no one to see him. The cemetery was very quiet. In the branches of a willow behind him, a red-winged blackbird chirped. Tuck wiped his eyes hastily. Then he straightened his jacket again and drew up his hand in a brief salute. "Good girl," he said aloud. And then he turned and..
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Nonsense. It's elves!
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Midville's best street was High Street. It was up on a hill. Not much of a hill, to tell the truth, but in that part of the state, the flat south-central part, hills are not taken for granted.
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Life's got to be lived, no matter how long or short.
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I got a feeling this whole thing is going to come apart like wet bread.
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She was able to believe in this because she needed to; and, believing, was her own true, promising friend once more.
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I'm getting thirstier every minute. If it didn't hurt you, it won't hurt me. If my papa was here, he'd let me have some." "You're not going to tell him about it, are you?" said Jesse. His face had gone very pale under its sunburn. He stood up and put a bare foot firmly on the pile of pebbles. "I knew this would happen sooner or later. what am I going to do?" As he said this, there was a crashing sound among the trees and a voice called, "..
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And soon they were rolling on again, leaving Treegap behind, and as they went, the tinkling little melody of a music box drifted out behind them and was lost at last far down the road.
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I was more'n forty by then," said Miles sadly. "I was married. I had two children. But, from the look of me, I was still twenty-two. My wife, she finally made up her mind I'd sold my soul to the Devil. She left me. She went away and she took the children with her." "I'm glad never got married," Jesse put in."
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That's what us Tucks are, Winnie. Stuck so's we can't move on. We ain't part of the wheel no more. Dropped off, Winnie. Left behind. And everywhere around us, things is moving and growing and changing.
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After that we went sort of crazy," said Jesse, grinning at the memory. "Heck, we was going to live forever. Can you picture what it felt like to find that out?" "But then we sat down and talked it over..." said Miles. "We're still talking it over," Jesse added. "And we figured it'd be very bad if everyone knowed about that spring," said Mae. "We begun to see what it would mean." She peered at Winnie. "Do you understand, child? That water--i..
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There's a pretty good old rowboat. I'll take you out for a row after supper." "No, will," said Jesse. "Let . I found her first, didn't I, Winnie Foster? Listen, I'll show you where the frogs are, and..." "Hush," Tuck interrupted. "Everyone hush. take Winnie rowing on the pond. There's a good deal to be said and I think we better hurry up and say it. I got a feeling there ain't a whole lot of time." Jesse laughed at this, and ran a hand..
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Well, anyway," said the constable at last, turning businesslike, "I got to take charge here. Get this feller into the house before he fries. I'm telling you now: if he don't make it, you're in a pickle, you people. Now, here's what we'll do. You," he said, pointing at Mae, "you got to come with me, you and the little girl. You got to be locked up right away; and the little girl, I got to get her home. The rest of you, you stay here with him..
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Miles said softly, "Ma. We'll get you out right away." "Sure, Ma," said Jesse. "Don't worry about me none," said Mae in the same exhausted voice. "I'll make out." "Make out?" exclaimed the constable. "You people beat all. If this feller dies, you'll get the gallows, that's what you'll get, if that's what you mean by make out."
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And then Winnie said something she had never said before, but the words were words she had sometimes heard, and often longed to hear. They sounded strange on her own lips and made her sit up straighter. "Mr. Tuck," she said, "don't worry. Everything's going to be all right." The constable glanced heavenward and shook his head. Then, clutching his shotgun, he climbed up behind Winnie and turned the horse toward the path. "You first," he bark..
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Mae Tuck must never go to the gallows. Whatever happened to the man in the yellow suit, Mae Tuck must not be hanged. Because if all they had said was true, then Mae, even if she were the cruelest of murderers and deserved to be put to death--Mae Tuck would not be able to die.
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Life's got to be lived, no matter how long or short," she said calmly. "You got to take what comes. We just go along, like everybody else, one day at a time."
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Tuck and me, we got each other," she said, "and that's a lot. The boys, now, they go their separate ways. They're some different, don't always get on too good. But they come home whenever the spirit moves, and every ten years, first week of August, they meet at the spring and come home so's we can be a family again for a little while. That's why we was there this morning. One way or another, it all works out." She folded her arms and nodd..
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Winnie woke early next morning. The sun was only just opening its own eye on the eastern horizon and the cottage was full of silence. But she realized that sometime during the night she had made up her mind: she would not run away today. "Where would I go, anyway?" she asked herself. "There's nowhere else I really want to be." But in another part of her head, the dark part where her oldest fears were housed, she knew there was another sort ..
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How old are you, anyway?" she asked, squinting at him. There was a pause. At last he said, "Why do you want to know?" "I just wondered," said Winnie. "All right. I'm one hundred and four years old," he told her solemnly. "No, I mean really," she persisted. "Well then," he said, "if you must know, I'm seventeen." "Seventeen?" "That's right." "Oh," said Winnie hopelessly. "Seventeen. That's old." "You have no idea," he agreed with a nod. Winn..
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Afterward, when she thought about it, it seemed to Winnie that the next few minutes were only a blur. First she was kneeling on the ground, insisting on a drink from the spring, and the next thing she knew, she was seized and swung through the air, open-mouthed, and found herself straddling the bouncing back of the fat old horse, with Miles and Jesse trotting along on either side, while Mae ran puffing ahead, dragging on the bridle. Winnie ..
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Winnie had her own strong sense of rightness. She knew that she could always say, afterward, "Well, you never told me to!" But how silly that would be! Of course it would never occur to them to include such a thing on their list of don'ts. She could hear them saying it, and almost smiled: "Now, remember, Winifred--don't bite your fingernails, don't interrupt when someone else is speaking, and don't go down to the jailhouse at midnight to ..
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She's gone," he answered."
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He knows you?" said Mae, her frown deepening. "But you didn't call out to him, child. Why not?" "I was too scared to do ," said Winnie honestly. Tuck shook his head. "I never thought we'd come to the place where we'd be scaring children," he said."
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Wordy! I enjoy description--I like words, and words are the tools that writers use, just like paint is the tool that artists use. I think words are fun, and I have a lot of fun using them. I know that a lot of kids think my stories start very slowly, and I expect that's true. But that's the way I like to read stories, so when I'm writing them I can do what I want! I say that to kids in schools, and they are very generous--they say, "That's ..
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I can't help what I dream.
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A fresh breeze lifted Winnie's hair, and from somewhere in the village behind them a dog barked.
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And Winnie, laughing at him, lost the last of her alarm. They were friends, her friends. She was running away after all, but she was not alone. Closing
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And finally she had sobbed the only truth there was into her mother's shoulder, the only explanation: the Tucks were her friends. She had done it because--in spite of everything, she loved them.
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And then sometimes it comes over me and I wonder why it happened to us. We're plain as salt, us Tucks. We don't deserve no blessings--if it is a blessing. And, likewise, I don't see how we deserve to be cursed, if it's a curse. Still--there's no use trying to figure why things fall the way they do. Things just are, and fussing don't bring changes.
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There! The boys are in from the pond." Winnie heard a burst of voices downstairs, and in a moment Miles and Jesse were climbing to the loft. "Here, child," said Mae hastily. "Hide your eyes. Boys? Are you decent? What'd you put on to swim in? I got Winnie up here, do you hear me?" "For goodness' sake, Ma," said Jesse, emerging from the stairwell. "You think we're going to march around in our altogether with Winnie Foster in the house?" And ..
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There's a pretty good old rowboat. I'll take you out for a row after supper." "No, will," said Jesse. "Let . I found her first, didn't I, Winnie Foster? Listen, I'll show you where the frogs are, and..." "Hush," Tuck interrupted. "Everyone hush. take Winnie rowing on the pond. There's a good deal to be said and I think we better hurry up and say it. I got a feeling there ain't a whole lot of time." Jesse laughed at this, and ran a hand..
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Tas duvarlar degildir zindani zindan yapan, Ya da demir parmakliklar kafesi yaratan.
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Nothing ever seems interesting when it belongs to you--only when it doesn't.
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The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Oft..
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I'm not exactly sure what I'd do, you know, but something interesting--something that's all mine. Something that would make some kind of difference in the world. It'd be nice to have a new name, to start with, one that's not all worn out from being called so much.
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It was one thing to talk about being by yourself, doing important things, but quite another when the opportunity arose. The characters in the stories she read always seemed to go off without a thought or care, but in real life--well, the world was a dangerous place. People were always telling her so. And she would not be able to manage without protection. They were always telling her that, too. No one ever said precisely what it was that sh..
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