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  <title>Momma&apos;s scared silly Cat covered her... 347</title>
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  <description>Momma&apos;s scared silly Cat covered her giggling&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;her handThe voices and the torches came nearerScarlett&lt;br /&gt;recognized&lt;br /&gt;boasting of Joe O&apos;Neill, the blacksmith&quot;And didn&apos;t I say we&apos;d the&lt;br /&gt;English to a man if they ever dared to march into Ballyhara? F you&lt;br /&gt;see&lt;br /&gt;it, then, the face of him when I raised my arm? &apos;If you a God,&apos; says&lt;br /&gt;I, &apos;which I doubt, make your peace with him now,&apos; then I drove the&lt;br /&gt;pike&lt;br /&gt;into him, like spitting a grand fat pig held her hands over Cat&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;earsNow frightened she must be, fearless little CatShe&apos;s never&lt;br /&gt;nestled close to me this way in lifeScarlett blew softly on Cat&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;neck, aroon, aroon, and rocked baby in her lap from side to side as if&lt;br /&gt;her arms were the safe sides of a sturdy </description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 18:54:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Let me present Rhett&apos;s wife, Scarlett Tell me,... 609</title>
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  <description>Let me present Rhett&apos;s wife, Scarlett Tell me, does this flounder look good to you?&quot; It&lt;br /&gt;looked disgusting to her, but Scarlett murmured, &quot;I&apos;ve always been&lt;br /&gt;partial to flounder myself She hoped that all Miss Eleanor&apos;s friends&lt;br /&gt;wouldn&apos;t ask her opinionShe didn&apos;t even know what flounder was, for&lt;br /&gt;pity sakes, much less if it was any good or not&lt;br /&gt;In the next hour, Scarlett was introduced to more than twenty ladies,&lt;br /&gt;and a dozen varieties of fishShe was receiving a thorough education&lt;br /&gt;in seafoodButler bought crabs, going to five different sellers&lt;br /&gt;until she had accumulated eight&quot;I suppose I seem awfully picky to&lt;br /&gt;you,&quot; she said when she was satisfied, &quot;but the soup&apos;s just not the&lt;br /&gt;same if it&apos;s made with he-crabsThe roe gives it a special flavor,&lt;br /&gt;you </description>
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  <title>She moved around, listening to a score  of... 704</title>
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  <description>She moved around, listening to a score&lt;br /&gt;of stories of Daniel&apos;s life&quot;And tell us, if&lt;br /&gt;you will, Katie Scarlett, about your uncle refusing the farm with the&lt;br /&gt;hundred cattle you gave him&quot;This was the&lt;br /&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;of it,&quot; she beganA dozen eager listeners leaned toward herNow&lt;br /&gt;what am I going to say? &quot;I I said to him, &apos;llncle Daniel&apos; I&lt;br /&gt;said, &apos;I want to give you a present&quot; Might as well make it good&quot;I&lt;br /&gt;said, &apos;I&apos;ve got a farm with a quick stream&lt;br /&gt;and a bog of its own and a hundred bullocks and fifty milk cows and&lt;br /&gt;three hundred geese and twenty-five pigs and &quot;&lt;br /&gt;The audience sighed at the grandeurScarlett felt inspiration on her&lt;br /&gt;tongue&quot;&apos;llncle Daniel,&apos; I said, &apos;this is all </description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 19:29:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>As soon as it was said, she wished she&apos;d bit her... 218</title>
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  <description>As soon as it was said, she wished she&apos;d bit her tongue&lt;br /&gt;insteadShe hadn&apos;t come to fight with IndiaBut Ashley&apos;s sister had&lt;br /&gt;always been like a burr under a saddle to her, and her humiliation at&lt;br /&gt;the locked door rankledIndia pushed the door to&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett spun and raced to stop it closing&quot;I apologize,&quot; she said&lt;br /&gt;through clenched teethHer angry gaze locked with India&apos;sFinally&lt;br /&gt;India stepped backHow Rhett would love this! Scarlett thought all of&lt;br /&gt;a suddenIn the good days of their marriage she had always told him&lt;br /&gt;about her triumphs in business and in the small social world of&lt;br /&gt;AtlantaIt made him laugh long and loud and call her his&lt;br /&gt;&quot;neverending&lt;br /&gt;source of delight Maybe he&apos;d laugh again when she told him </description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 19:09:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Norris?s removal from Mansfield was the great... 921</title>
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  <description>Norris?s removal from Mansfield was the great supplementary&lt;br /&gt;comfort of Sir Thomas?s lifeHis opinion of her had been sinking&lt;br /&gt;from the day of his return from Antigua: in every transaction&lt;br /&gt;together from that period, in their daily intercourse, in business, or&lt;br /&gt;in chat, she had been regularly losing ground in his esteem, and&lt;br /&gt;convincing him that either time had done her much disservice, or&lt;br /&gt;that he had considerably over-rated her sense, and wonderfully borne&lt;br /&gt;with her manners beforeHe had felt her as an hourly evil, which&lt;br /&gt;was so much the worse, as there seemed no chance of its ceasing but&lt;br /&gt;with life</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Jan 2010 18:33:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <title>As he spoke he smiled, and the lamplight fell on... 687</title>
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  <description>As he spoke he smiled, and the lamplight fell on a hard-looking mouth, with very red lips and sharp-looking teeth, as white as ivoryOne of my companions whispered to another the line from Burger&apos;s &quot;Lenore&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Denn die Todten reiten Schnell (&quot;For the dead travel fast) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange driver evidently heard the words, for he looked up with a gleaming smileThe passenger turned his face away, at the same time putting out his two fingers and crossing himself&quot;Give me the Herr&apos;s luggage,&quot; said the driver, and with exceeding alacrity my bags were handed out and put in the calecheThen I descended from the side of the coach, as the caleche was close alongside, the driver helping me with a hand which caught my arm in a grip of steelHis strength must have been prodigious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word he shook his reins, the horses turned, and we swept into the darkness of the passAs I looked back I saw the steam from the horses of the coach by the light of the lamps, and projected against it the figures of my late companions crossing themselvesThen the driver cracked his whip and called to his horses, and off they swept on their way to BukovinaAs they sank into the darkness I felt a strange chill, and a lonely feeling come over meBut a cloak was thrown over my shoulders, and a rug across my knees, and the driver said in excellent German--&quot;The night is chill, mein Herr, and my master the Count bade me take all care of youThere is a flask of slivovitz (the plum brandy of the country) underneath the seat, if you should require it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take any, but it was a comfort to know it was there all the sameI felt a little strangely, and not a little frightenedI think had there been any alternative I should have taken it, instead of prosecuting that unknown night journeyThe carriage went at a hard pace straight along, then we made a complete turn and went along another straight roadIt seemed to me that we were simply going over and over the same ground again, and so I took note of some salient point, and found that this was soI would have liked to have asked the driver what this all meant, but I really feared to do so, for I thought that, placed as I was, any protest would have had no effect in case there had been an intention to delay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By-and-by, however, as I was curious to know how time was passing, I struck a match, and by its flame looked at my watchIt was within a few minutes of midnightThis gave me a sort of shock, for I suppose the general superstition about midnight was increased by my recent experiencesI waited with a sick feeling of suspense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fearThe sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass, a wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first howl the horses began to strain and rear, but the driver spoke to them soothingly, and they quieted down, but shivered and sweated as though after a runaway from sudden frightThen, far off in the distance, from the mountains on each side of us began a louder and a sharper howling, that of wolves, which affected both the horses and myself in the same wayFor I was minded to jump from the caleche and run, whilst they reared again and plunged madly, so that the driver had to use all his great strength to keep them from boltingIn a few minutes, however, my own ears got accustomed to the sound, and the horses so far became quiet that the driver was able to descend and to stand before them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He petted and soothed them, and whispered something in their ears, as I have heard of horse-tamers doing, and with extraordinary effect, for under his caresses they became quite manageable again, though they still trembledThe driver again took his seat, and shaking his reins, started off at a great paceThis time, after going to the far side of the Pass, he suddenly turned down a narrow roadway which ran sharply to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we were hemmed in with trees, which in places arched right over the roadway till we passed as through a tunnelAnd again great frowning rocks guarded us boldly on either sideThough we were in shelter, we could hear the rising wind, for it moaned and whistled through the rocks, and the branches of the trees crashed together as we swept alongIt grew colder and colder still, and fine, powdery snow began to fall, so that soon we and all around us were covered with a white blanketThe keen wind still carried the howling of the dogs, though this grew fainter as we went on our wayThe baying of the wolves sounded nearer and nearer, as though 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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 23:16:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>One of my companions whispered to another the... 687</title>
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  <description>One of my companions whispered to another the line from Burger&apos;s &quot;Lenore&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Denn die Todten reiten Schnell (&quot;For the dead travel fast) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange driver evidently heard the words, for he looked up with a gleaming smileThe passenger turned his face away, at the same time putting out his two fingers and crossing himself&quot;Give me the Herr&apos;s luggage,&quot; said the driver, and with exceeding alacrity my bags were handed out and put in the calecheThen I descended from the side of the coach, as the caleche was close alongside, the driver helping me with a hand which caught my arm in a grip of steelHis strength must have been prodigious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word he shook his reins, the horses turned, and we swept into the darkness of the passAs I looked back I saw the steam from the horses of the coach by the light of the lamps, and projected against it the figures of my late companions crossing themselvesThen the driver cracked his whip and called to his horses, and off they swept on their way to BukovinaAs they sank into the darkness I felt a strange chill, and a lonely feeling come over meBut a cloak was thrown over my shoulders, and a rug across my knees, and the driver said in excellent German--&quot;The night is chill, mein Herr, and my master the Count bade me take all care of youThere is a flask of slivovitz (the plum brandy of the country) underneath the seat, if you should require it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take any, but it was a comfort to know it was there all the sameI felt a little strangely, and not a little frightenedI think had there been any alternative I should have taken it, instead of prosecuting that unknown night journeyThe carriage went at a hard pace straight along, then we made a complete turn and went along another straight roadIt seemed to me that we were simply going over and over the same ground again, and so I took note of some salient point, and found that this was soI would have liked to have asked the driver what this all meant, but I really feared to do so, for I thought that, placed as I was, any protest would have had no effect in case there had been an intention to delay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By-and-by, however, as I was curious to know how time was passing, I struck a match, and by its flame looked at my watchIt was within a few minutes of midnightThis gave me a sort of shock, for I suppose the general superstition about midnight was increased by my recent experiencesI waited with a sick feeling of suspense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fearThe sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass, a wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first howl the horses began to strain and rear, but the driver spoke to them soothingly, and they quieted down, but shivered and sweated as though after a runaway from sudden frightThen, far off in the distance, from the mountains on each side of us began a louder and a sharper howling, that of wolves, which affected both the horses and myself in the same wayFor I was minded to jump from the caleche and run, whilst they reared again and plunged madly, so that the driver had to use all his great strength to keep them from boltingIn a few minutes, however, my own ears got accustomed to the sound, and the horses so far became quiet that the driver was able to descend and to stand before them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He petted and soothed them, and whispered something in their ears, as I have heard of horse-tamers doing, and with extraordinary effect, for under his caresses they became quite manageable again, though they still trembledThe driver again took his seat, and shaking his reins, started off at a great paceThis time, after going to the far side of the Pass, he suddenly turned down a narrow roadway which ran sharply to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we were hemmed in with trees, which in places arched right over the roadway till we passed as through a tunnelAnd again great frowning rocks guarded us boldly on either sideThough we were in shelter, we could hear the rising wind, for it moaned and whistled through the rocks, and the branches of the trees crashed together as we swept alongIt grew colder and colder still, and fine, powdery snow began to fall, so that soon we and all around us were covered with a white blanketThe keen wind still carried the howling of the dogs, though this grew fainter as we went on our wayThe baying of the wolves sounded nearer and nearer, as though they were closing round on us from every sideI grew dreadfully afraid, and the horses shared my </description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 18:10:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>?You ought to be ashamed, John! Poor, homeless, houseless creatures! It?s a shameful, wicked, abominable law, and I?ll break it, for one, the first time I get a chance</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 18:05:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>We could not see the face, for it was bent down... 392</title>
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  <description>We could not see the face, for it was bent down over what we saw to be a fair-haired childThere was a pause and a sharp little cry, such as a child gives in sleep, or a dog as it lies before the fire and dreamsWe were starting forward, but the Professor&apos;s warning hand, seen by us as he stood behind a yew tree, kept us backAnd then as we looked the white figure moved forwards againIt was now near enough for us to see clearly, and the moonlight still heldMy own heart grew cold as ice, and I could hear the gasp of Arthur, as we recognized the features of Lucy WestenraLucy Westenra, but yet how changedThe sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty, and the purity to voluptuous wantonness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Helsing stepped out, and obedient to his gesture, we all advanced tooThe four of us ranged in a line before the door of the tombVan Helsing raised his lantern and drew the slideBy the concentrated light that fell on Lucy&apos;s face we could see that the lips were crimson with fresh blood, and that the stream had trickled over her chin and stained the purity of her lawn death-robe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shuddered with horrorI could see by the tremulous light that even Van Helsing&apos;s iron nerve had failedArthur was next to me, and if I had not seized his arm and held him up, he would have fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lucy, I call the thing that was before us Lucy because it bore her shape, saw us she drew back with an angry snarl, such as a cat gives when taken unawares, then her eyes ranged over usLucy&apos;s eyes in form and colour, but Lucy&apos;s eyes unclean and full of hell fire, instead of the pure, gentle orbs we knewAt that moment the remnant of my love passed into hate and loathingHad she then to be killed, I could have done it with savage delightAs she looked, her eyes blazed with unholy light, and the face became wreathed with a voluptuous smileOh, God, how it made me shudder to see it! With a careless motion, she flung to the ground, callous as a devil, the child that up to now she had clutched strenuously to her breast, growling over it as a dog growls over a boneThe child gave a sharp cry, and lay there moaningThere was a cold-bloodedness in the act which wrung a groan from ArthurWhen she advanced to him with outstretched arms and a wanton smile he fell back and hid his face in his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still advanced, however, and with a languorous, voluptuous grace, said, &quot;Come to me, ArthurLeave these others and come to meMy arms are hungry for youCome, and we can rest togetherCome, my husband, come!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something diabolically sweet in her tones, something of the tinkling of glass when struck, which rang through the brains even of us who heard the words addressed to another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Arthur, he seemed under a spell, moving his hands from his face, he opened wide his armsShe was leaping for them, when Van Helsing sprang forward and held between them his little golden crucifixShe recoiled from it, and, with a suddenly distorted face, full of rage, dashed past him as if to enter the tomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When within a foot or two of the door, however, she stopped, as if arrested by some irresistible forceThen she turned, and her face was shown in the clear burst of moonlight and by the lamp, which had now no quiver from Van Helsing&apos;s nervesNever did I see such baffled malice on a face, and never, I trust, shall such ever be seen again by mortal eyesThe beautiful colour became livid, the eyes seemed to throw out sparks of hell fire, the brows were wrinkled as though the folds of flesh were the coils of Medusa&apos;s snakes, and the lovely, blood-stained mouth grew to an open square, as in the passion masks of the Greeks and JapaneseIf ever a face meant death, if looks could kill, we saw it at that moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so for full half a minute, which seemed an eternity, she remained between the lifted crucifix and the sacred closing of her means of entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Helsing broke the silence by asking Arthur, &quot;Answer me, oh my friend! Am I to proceed in my work?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Do as you will, friendThere can be no horror like this ever any </description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 03:43:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hello, my account friends 486</title>
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  <description>Welcome to my first blog</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 08:40:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>On the first three days of January, Mandopop star David Tao will throw a concert at the Beijing Exhibition Theater. He will say a temporary goodbye to fans after this show as he plans to devote his energy to moviemaking afterwards. He plans to perform 30 songs in three hours. Apart from that, he will also sing some classic rock songs from the 1970s.</description>
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