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So the shepherd set out for home, and on his way through the wood he heard and understood all that was said by the birds, and by every living creature When he got back to his sheep he found the flock grazing peacefully, and as he was very tired he laid himself down by them to rest a little Hardly had he done so when two ravens flew down and perched on a tree near by, and began to talk to each other in their own language:If that shepherd only knew that there is a vault full of gold and silver beneath where that lamb is lying, what would he not do? When the shepherd heard these words he went straight to his master and told him, and the master at once took a waggon, and broke open the door of the vault, and they carried off the treasure But instead of keeping it for himself, the master, who was an honourable man, gave it all up to the shepherd, saying:Take it, it is yours The gods have given it to you So the shepherd took the treasure and built himself a house He married a wife, and they lived in great peace and happiness, and he was acknowledged to be the richest man, not only of his native village, but of all the country side He had flocks of sheep, and cattle, and horses without end, as well as beautiful clothes and jewels

My dear fellow, I have given it every consideration. I am never precipitate in my actions, nor would I adopt so energetic and, indeed, so dangerous a course, if any other were possible. Let us look at the matter clearly and fairly. I suppose that you will admit that the action is morally justifiable, though technically criminal. To burgle his house is no more than to forcibly take his pocketbookan action in which you were prepared to aid me.

Yes. But what do You feel?

No one can create your experience of anything.

sto whom she related what had occurredimploring him to convey her to some place of safety or fly with her where they might be safe from Anselmo. The state of perplexity to which Camilla reduced Lothario wasuch that he waunable to utter a word in replystill lesto decide upon what he should do. At length he resolved to conduct her to a convent of which a sister of hiwaprioress; Camilla agreed to thisand with the speed which the circumstancedemandedLothario took her to the convent and left her thereand then himself quitted the city without letting anyone know of hideparture.Asoon adaylight came Anselmowithout missing Camilla from hisiderose cager to learn what Leonela had to tell himand hastened to the room where he had locked her in. He opened the doorenteredbut found no Leonela; all he found wasome sheetknotted to the windowa plain proof that she had let herself down from it and escaped. He returneduneasyto tell Camillabut not finding her in bed or anywhere in the house he walost in amazement. He asked the servantof the house about herbut none of them could give him any explanation. Ahe wagoing in search of Camilla it happened by chance that he observed her boxewere lying openand that the greater part of her jewelwere gone; and now he became fully aware of hidisgraceand that Leonela wanot the cause of himisfortune; andjust ahe waswithout delaying to dreshimself completelyhe repairedsad at heart and dejectedto hifriend Lothario to make known hisorrow to him; but when he failed to find him and the servantreported that he had been absent from hihouse all night and had taken with him all the money he hadhe felt athough he were losing hisenses; and to make all complete on returning to hiown house he found it deserted and emptynot one of all hiservantsmale or femaleremaining in it. He knew not what to thinkor sayor doand hireason seemed to be deserting him little by little. He reviewed hipositionand saw himself in a moment left without wifefriendor servantsabandonedhe feltby the heaven above himand more than all robbed of hihonourfor in Camilla

Will any one without the walls of Paris understand it? It is open to doubt. The only audience who could appreciate the results of close observation, the careful reproduction of minute detail and local color, are dwellers between the heights of Montrouge and Montmartre, in a vale of crumbling stucco watered by streams of black mud, a vale of sorrows which are real and joys too often hollowbut this audience is so accustomed to terrible sensations, that only some unimaginable and well-neigh impossible woe could produce any lasting impression there. Now and again there are tragedies so awful and so grand by reason of the complication of virtues and vices that bring them about, that egotism and selfishness are forced to pause and are moved to pitybut the impression that they receive is like a luscious fruit, soon consumed. Civilization, like the car of Juggernaut, is scarcely stayed perceptibly in its progress by a heart less easy to break than the others that lie in its coursethis also is broken, and Civilization continues on her course triumphant. And you, too, will do the likeyou who with this book in your white hand will sink back among the cushions of your armchair, and say to yourself, Perhaps this may amuse me. You will read the story of Father Goriot,

So the shepherd set out for home, and on his way through the wood he heard and understood all that was said by the birds, and by every living creature When he got back to his sheep he found the flock grazing peacefully, and as he was very tired he laid himself down by them to rest a little Hardly had he done so when two ravens flew down and perched on a tree near by, and began to talk to each other in their own language:If that shepherd only knew that there is a vault full of gold and silver beneath where that lamb is lying, what would he not do? When the shepherd heard these words he went straight to his master and told him, and the master at once took a waggon, and broke open the door of the vault, and they carried off the treasure But instead of keeping it for himself, the master, who was an honourable man, gave it all up to the shepherd, saying:Take it, it is yours The gods have given it to you So the shepherd took the treasure and built himself a house He married a wife, and they lived in great peace and happiness, and he was acknowledged to be the richest man, not only of his native village, but of all the country side He had flocks of sheep, and cattle, and horses without end, as well as beautiful clothes and jewels

My dear fellow, I have given it every consideration. I am never precipitate in my actions, nor would I adopt so energetic and, indeed, so dangerous a course, if any other were possible. Let us look at the matter clearly and fairly. I suppose that you will admit that the action is morally justifiable, though technically criminal. To burgle his house is no more than to forcibly take his pocketbookan action in which you were prepared to aid me.

mother--keep you Children, do not forget your mother--send some little word of yourselveShe could say no more.

sto whom she related what had occurredimploring him to convey her to some place of safety or fly with her where they might be safe from Anselmo. The state of perplexity to which Camilla reduced Lothario wasuch that he waunable to utter a word in replystill lesto decide upon what he should do. At length he resolved to conduct her to a convent of which a sister of hiwaprioress; Camilla agreed to thisand with the speed which the circumstancedemandedLothario took her to the convent and left her thereand then himself quitted the city without letting anyone know of hideparture.Asoon adaylight came Anselmowithout missing Camilla from hisiderose cager to learn what Leonela had to tell himand hastened to the room where he had locked her in. He opened the doorenteredbut found no Leonela; all he found wasome sheetknotted to the windowa plain proof that she had let herself down from it and escaped. He returneduneasyto tell Camillabut not finding her in bed or anywhere in the house he walost in amazement. He asked the servantof the house about herbut none of them could give him any explanation. Ahe wagoing in search of Camilla it happened by chance that he observed her boxewere lying openand that the greater part of her jewelwere gone; and now he became fully aware of hidisgraceand that Leonela wanot the cause of himisfortune; andjust ahe waswithout delaying to dreshimself completelyhe repairedsad at heart and dejectedto hifriend Lothario to make known hisorrow to him; but when he failed to find him and the servantreported that he had been absent from hihouse all night and had taken with him all the money he hadhe felt athough he were losing hisenses; and to make all complete on returning to hiown house he found it deserted and emptynot one of all hiservantsmale or femaleremaining in it. He knew not what to thinkor sayor doand hireason seemed to be deserting him little by little. He reviewed hipositionand saw himself in a moment left without wifefriendor servantsabandonedhe feltby the heaven above himand more than all robbed of hihonourfor in Camilla

worth trying, Watson, said Holmes. Of course, with a warrant we could demand to see the counterfoils, but we have not reached that stage yet. I don,

This child of yourswhichever one you decide to keep, Mr. Wehling, said Dr. Hitz. He or she is going to live on a happy, roomy, clean, rich planet, thanks to population control. In a garden like that mural there. He shook his head. Two centuries ago, when I was a young man, it was a hell that nobody thought could last another twenty years. Now centuries of peace and plenty stretch before us as far as the imagination cares to travel.

Will any one without the walls of Paris understand it? It is open to doubt. The only audience who could appreciate the results of close observation, the careful reproduction of minute detail and local color, are dwellers between the heights of Montrouge and Montmartre, in a vale of crumbling stucco watered by streams of black mud, a vale of sorrows which are real and joys too often hollowbut this audience is so accustomed to terrible sensations, that only some unimaginable and well-neigh impossible woe could produce any lasting impression there. Now and again there are tragedies so awful and so grand by reason of the complication of virtues and vices that bring them about, that egotism and selfishness are forced to pause and are moved to pitybut the impression that they receive is like a luscious fruit, soon consumed. Civilization, like the car of Juggernaut, is scarcely stayed perceptibly in its progress by a heart less easy to break than the others that lie in its coursethis also is broken, and Civilization continues on her course triumphant. And you, too, will do the likeyou who with this book in your white hand will sink back among the cushions of your armchair, and say to yourself, Perhaps this may amuse me. You will read the story of Father Goriot,

Will any one without the walls of Paris understand it? It is open to doubt. The only audience who could appreciate the results of close observation, the careful reproduction of minute detail and local color, are dwellers between the heights of Montrouge and Montmartre, in a vale of crumbling stucco watered by streams of black mud, a vale of sorrows which are real and joys too often hollowbut this audience is so accustomed to terrible sensations, that only some unimaginable and well-neigh impossible woe could produce any lasting impression there. Now and again there are tragedies so awful and so grand by reason of the complication of virtues and vices that bring them about, that egotism and selfishness are forced to pause and are moved to pitybut the impression that they receive is like a luscious fruit, soon consumed. Civilization, like the car of Juggernaut, is scarcely stayed perceptibly in its progress by a heart less easy to break than the others that lie in its coursethis also is broken, and Civilization continues on her course triumphant. And you, too, will do the likeyou who with this book in your white hand will sink back among the cushions of your armchair, and say to yourself, Perhaps this may amuse me. You will read the story of Father Goriot,

IT was well said of a certain German book that er lasst sich nicht lesenit does not permit itself to be read. There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors and looking them piteously in the eyesdie with despair of heart and convulsion of throat, on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed. Now and then, alas, the conscience of man takes up a burthen so heavy in horror that it can be thrown down only into the grave. And thus the essence of all crime is undivulged.

There was such earnestness, such despair, in her manner that her words arrested me, and I stood irresolute before the door.

AyeIts Sim TetlowI know, said Hugh. He opened the lever a little.

Gee whitticker gasped Billy, you must been havin' an argument with a mule. Who give you that black eye an' split lip, Anse?

Friend of all the World, said Mahbub, pushing over the pipe for the boy to clean, I have met many men, women, and boys, and not a few Sahibs. I have never in all my days met such an imp as thou art.

tween-decks of the bark Gloria Scott, bound for Australia.

Will any one without the walls of Paris understand it? It is open to doubt. The only audience who could appreciate the results of close observation, the careful reproduction of minute detail and local color, are dwellers between the heights of Montrouge and Montmartre, in a vale of crumbling stucco watered by streams of black mud, a vale of sorrows which are real and joys too often hollowbut this audience is so accustomed to terrible sensations, that only some unimaginable and well-neigh impossible woe could produce any lasting impression there. Now and again there are tragedies so awful and so grand by reason of the complication of virtues and vices that bring them about, that egotism and selfishness are forced to pause and are moved to pitybut the impression that they receive is like a luscious fruit, soon consumed. Civilization, like the car of Juggernaut, is scarcely stayed perceptibly in its progress by a heart less easy to break than the others that lie in its coursethis also is broken, and Civilization continues on her course triumphant. And you, too, will do the likeyou who with this book in your white hand will sink back among the cushions of your armchair, and say to yourself, Perhaps this may amuse me. You will read the story of Father Goriot,

Hesperius, of a tribunitian family, and a neighbor of our own, hassa farm called Zubedi in the Fussalian districtand finding that hissfamily, hisscattle, and hissservantsswere suffering from the malice of evil spirits, he asked our presbyters, during my absence, that one of them would go with him and banish the spiritssby hissprayers. One went, offered there the sacrifice of the body of Christ, praying with all hissmight that vexation might cease. It did cease forthwith, through Godssmercy. Now he had received from a friend of hissown some holy[260] earth brought from Jerusalem, where Christ, having been buried, rose again the third day. Thissearth he had hung up in hissbedroom to preserve himself from harm. But when hisshouse wasspurged of that demoniacal invasion, he began to consider what should be done with the earthfor hissreverence for it made him unwilling to have it any longer in hissbedroom. It so happened that I and Maximinus, Bishop of Synita, and then my colleague, were in the neighborhood. Hesperiussasked ussto visit him, and we did so. When he had related all the circumstances, he begged that the earth might be buried somewhere, and that the spot should be made a place of prayer where Christianssmight assemble for the worship of God. We made no objectionit wassdone asshe desired. There wassin that neighborhood a young countryman who wassparalytic, who, when he heard of this, begged hissparentssto take him without delay to that holy place. When he had been brought there he prayed, and forthwith went away on hissown feet perfectly cured.

Hesperius, of a tribunitian family, and a neighbor of our own, hassa farm called Zubedi in the Fussalian districtand finding that hissfamily, hisscattle, and hissservantsswere suffering from the malice of evil spirits, he asked our presbyters, during my absence, that one of them would go with him and banish the spiritssby hissprayers. One went, offered there the sacrifice of the body of Christ, praying with all hissmight that vexation might cease. It did cease forthwith, through Godssmercy. Now he had received from a friend of hissown some holy[260] earth brought from Jerusalem, where Christ, having been buried, rose again the third day. Thissearth he had hung up in hissbedroom to preserve himself from harm. But when hisshouse wasspurged of that demoniacal invasion, he began to consider what should be done with the earthfor hissreverence for it made him unwilling to have it any longer in hissbedroom. It so happened that I and Maximinus, Bishop of Synita, and then my colleague, were in the neighborhood. Hesperiussasked ussto visit him, and we did so. When he had related all the circumstances, he begged that the earth might be buried somewhere, and that the spot should be made a place of prayer where Christianssmight assemble for the worship of God. We made no objectionit wassdone asshe desired. There wassin that neighborhood a young countryman who wassparalytic, who, when he heard of this, begged hissparentssto take him without delay to that holy place. When he had been brought there he prayed, and forthwith went away on hissown feet perfectly cured.

m going to have no choice but to have a few words with Miss Bürstner about it myselfAnd it,

I understand that your honour's got command of this ship, answered Paul.

Gee whitticker gasped Billy, you must been havin' an argument with a mule. Who give you that black eye an' split lip, Anse?

AyeIts Sim TetlowI know, said Hugh. He opened the lever a little.