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From: Francis Dickens
Subject: [Bug-brl] RE:
Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2007 17:08:25 +0800

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German equivalents would be ever so nice to sing the children to sleep with,
As he passed the door to the rooms of the Ladies Auxiliary Society he noticed that it was ajar, and saw through the crack that there was a sleeping figure on the floor near the stove -- a boy about sixteen. When Jehiel stepped softly in and looked at him, the likeness to his own sister struck him even before he recognized the lad as his great-nephew, the son of the child he had helped his sister to care for all those years ago. language complicated it all he could. When we wish to speak of our goodfriend or friends, in our enlightened tongue, we stick to the one form andhave no trouble or hard feeling about it; but with the German tongue it is The thought reminded him of his evening chores, and he set off for the barn with a harsh jubilation that it was almost the last time he would need to milk. How far, he wondered, could he go on that money? He hurried through his work and into the house to his old desk. The faded text-ornament stood on the top shelf, but he did not see it, as he hastily tumbled out all the time-tables and sailing-lists. The habit of looking at them with the yearning bitterness of unreconciled deprivation was still so strong on him that even as he handled them eagerly, he hated them for the associations of years of misery they brought back to him. TALE OF THE FISHWIFE AND ITS SAD FATE [2] 2. I capitalize the nouns, in the German (and ancient English) fashion. It is a bleak Day. Hear the Rain, how he pours, and the Hail, how he But now, walking home under the frosty stars, he felt very quiet already, as though he needed no weight to lie heavy on his restless heart. It did not seem restless now, but very still, as though it too were dead. He noticed that the air was milder, and as he crossed the bridge below his house he stopped and listened. Yes, the fine ear of his experience caught a faint grinding sound. By to-morrow the river would begin to break up. It was the end of winter. He surprised himself by his pleasure in thinking of the spring.

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