#they would do everything in their power to shame on vinci

[lesilence]

Carlo and Alberto were friends just because it would be a hilarious coincidence to try and fuck with Vinci at the same time

[grissomesque]

For the prompts, #15, and J/P (of course)

Hi, Anon! Thank you for this prompt!

#15: "I can't do that for you." In which I am so brave to take my fingers out of my ears and stop pretending Fair Haven never happened.

I hope you enjoy it ♥

the finer points of the situation 1K | G | J/P | AO3

She says she's never been afraid of taking risks, but Mark, for example, was no risk at all. Contentedly landlocked with his books and philosophies, he’d loved her without needing her. Without needing her to keep him safe.

Unable to sleep, unwilling to indulge herself in the holodeck maybe ever again, she slips into the shuttle bay, into the Flyer, leaving it powered down so that the only illumination comes from the overhead lights at half-strength, filtering in through the viewport. She knows by now that if she lets her mind drift she can imagine it truly is night, night in a way that means something. That it’s moonlight she traces with the pads of her fingers, following a cobbled path of curves and blunt angles: the analog controls Tom insisted on including, a design so quintessentially him.

She suspects she might know every nook and cranny by heart.

She draws her knees up to her chest and sinks deeper into the chair that she also thinks of as Tom’s, letting her head fall back against the headrest, letting her eyes drift shut, willing away her memories of the day.

“Going my way?” a voice calls out from behind her, and she represses the reflex to spring guilty up from the conn, but only just.

How did you find me is the wrong question with an obvious answer, but it would be the easier one to ask. Easier than why did you find me, the harbinger of a conversation she has actively avoided for these past three days.

“That depends,��� she says instead, deciding to deflect. “Are you here to help shoot me out of an airlock?”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that for you,” Tom smiles, leaning against the half-wall behind her. “I wanted to make sure you were all right. You never came back.”

“Oh, the Doctor filled me in on the finer points of the situation,” she says, rolling her eyes at herself and turning, finally, to face him. “You seemed to have everything under control.”

“Not quite,” he chuckles, perhaps recalling Harry’s black and blue face, or his own split lip. She grimaces in acknowledgment.

“I’m… sorry, Tom,” she says softly, because her humiliation is outweighed only by the crush of responsibility she feels for a dozen members of her crew getting drawn into a fistfight. Because she’d altered his program without his permission, in ways that had caused an emotional cascade failure beyond her wildest dreams.

“Actually, I think I owe you an apology,” he says, and though his tone is mild he does not meet her eyes.

She holds her breath.

“I made it for you, you know. Not Michael, but—” he laughs, self-deprecating, “well, all the rest. I made Fair Haven for you.”

Slowly, she exhales.

What she’d told the Doctor wasn’t precisely true. She hadn’t left Michael that day because she’d realized none of it was real. That part she’d known all along, and all too well. Had wrestled with her misgivings, her shame, and done it anyway.

No, she’d fled… because she’d finally understood what was real. What it all signified, each careful photon and forcefield that cocooned her on that false lake shore in something like respite.

And how it could all be so finely tuned to her interests, without her participation in its creation.

An aficionado, they’d called her.

“I know,” she admits.

Tom startles. “You never said.”

“Neither did you.”

And either one of them could invoke that magic word, Mark, a panacea against all risk. Either one of them could end this conversation easily enough, now and, probably, forever.

She doesn’t say it.

Tom drops into to a squat beside her. “The Burleigh Manor,” he says, counting on his fingers. “Da Vinci’s Workshop. Fair Haven might be the least subtle, but I’ve been telling you for years. Not to mention,” he adds, glancing around, “that I seem to have unintentionally built you a Captain’s yacht.”

Her mind reels. When the Gothic holonovel appeared in her database right around the same time Sandrine’s made its debut, she’d wondered. She’d never been bold enough to ask, not when doing so might make it awkward for her to drop into the bar late at night and run the table on her helmsman.

But then the da Vinci program had arrived on her birthday that difficult third year, and as far as she’d known only Tuvok and Chakotay knew that particular date, neither one of them likely culprits. Another mystery she’d let lie at the risk of spoiling it, another program she’d kept close to her chest.

Yet for all that, she realizes, there is this one thing Tom does not seem to understand.

“I don’t come here because it’s my shuttle, Tom,” she corrects him. “It’s entirely yours.”

The wide smile he gives her then makes her ache, and she welcomes it. Tom is always ready with a smirk, ready to hide himself behind an easy grin, but this—this is the bright, true smile he’d given her when she’d granted him his field commission, entrusted him with her ship, their lives, all those years ago.

This smile is a gift she does not ever want to let lie.

“Well, in that case,” he says, rising and offering his hand so she can do the same, ��you think the Captain would authorize a midnight joyride?”

No holodecks this time. No proxies.

Just them.

“Oh, I think she’ll allow it,” she murmurs, and she settles in behind him while he takes the conn.

For once, she is not afraid.

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What a Beautiful Wedding Ch. 1: A Sense of Poise and Rationality

Summary: “What a beautiful wedding” says a bridesmaid to a waiter. “And, yes, but what a shame. What a shame . . . 

Nothing bad happens here, I promise.

A/N: The music swells, the curtain lifts. Ladies, gentlemen, and all configurations of being: the show has begun . . .

Titles here are from Panic! at the Disco’s “I Write Sins not Tragedies”.

Okay, so this one’s been a bear to write so this might be uploaded a couple chapters today and the rest over the next day or two.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Eric looked at himself in the mirror as Roman set the final touches on his hair. His dark hair had small braids with tiny beads designed to catch the sunlight. His suit was an off-white color and his wrists were decorated with intricate bangles that kept his nerves from activating his powers and setting things on fire.

Despite the suits and dresses and other formal attire all the heroes were still in their masks. Secrecy was still important and they knew the press would be nearby. The only exception would be Eric, who got glasses enchanted, courtesy of the Host, to protect his identity from anyone who shouldn’t know it.

“And voila!” Roman announced and did a little excited jump, spinning the chair marginally and holding up a mirror so that Eric could see the back of his head.

“Awww, you look so cute,” Patton told him.

“R-eally?” Eric ducked his head nervously.

“Positively radiant, my dear,” Roman boasted, his red dress swishing as he twirled. “Not an eye will be able to look away from you.”

Eric’s eyes widened fearfully.

“Nice going Princey,” Virgil spoke up from across the room.

“They’ll look in a good way,” Roman promised. “They’ll see you and realize that you are the most beautiful man in the world.”

“B-ut that’s Illy,” Eric managed to force out.

Roman paused to think on that, “Well I won’t deny that he’s obnoxiously good looking but now you can give him a run for his money.”

Randall walked in, “How we lookin’[1]?”

Twisting around the chair, Roman grinned as he motioned to Eric. “Marvel at this masterpiece. I dare say Da Vinci nor Monet could have done better.”

“Very handsome,” Randall told Eric, both childhood friends smiling at each other. “Just came from checkin’ on the other groom. We’re just waiting fer a final sweep ‘a the area to make sure it’s alright.”[2]

“Alright,” Eric said.

On the other side of the building, Illinois was fiddling with his bow tie as he checked his hair and suit in the mirror.

“How’s it looking?” Illinois asked, his eyes moving to look at his adopted brother in the mirror.

“Nothing is amiss,” the Host told him.

“Marv still isn’t back,” Chase reminded. “I don’t like it. I haven’t heard a peep from him.”

“The Host spoke with Marvin, he is on his way back to the city with the Blade and the Angel of Death,” the Host took a seat. “While they will be late for the ceremony, Illinois and the attendants will find that they will arrive just in time.”

“Okay,” Illinois took a deep breath. He didn’t touch his lucky coin, he wanted today to be a good day. A perfect day.

He’d been trying to play his safe for months to hoard as much magic as possible. No adventures. No fights. Not even a card game with his siblings.

Because Eric deserved nice things. He deserved to be happy and safe.

After a while Dark checked his pocket watch, and Illinois walked out with him and the Host. The blind seer headed on ahead to wait with the other groomsmen.

Dark waited at one end of a long rug that led to a big outdoor gazebo with a dark wood roof. Chairs led up to the gazebo and had wooden structures protecting it from any accidental rain or glare from the sun. A matching rug was one that Randall would lead Eric down. The two grooms would meet in the middle and then walk up to the altar where Jackie, who had taken the online classes needed to officiate marriages.

The Entity paused, waiting for the signal from the organ that Dark could start walking. But he looked over at Illinois. The young man was looking around, his hand reaching into his pocket and resisted trying to pull out his lucky coin.

In the demon’s mind he thought of little Illinois, barely at chest level, with wide eyes that hungered for adventure but a body too small to take him there.

Dark had never liked thinking about how big Illinois had gotten. It reminded him that Illinois would walk out of his life and become his own person. It’s just . . . it had all been so wonderful while it lasted.

Illinois looked over at Dark and smiled. “Hey, 아빠[3].”

“Illinois,” Dark answered, trying to keep Damien quiet and invisible. Dark had to keep his hands to himself and his feelings out of the way. This was all for Illinois. He took a second to take a deep breath and schooled his features. “I’ll have your portion of the city ready for when you get back.”

“What?” Illinois asked, mostly in confusion.

But then the music began and Dark was offering his elbow. Illinois took it and promised himself that when he could pull Dark away again they’d talk. He didn’t like the tone Dark had taken when he’d said that.

Illinois and Dark stepped in time to the music and all too soon he saw Eric, his hands gripping onto Randall’s arm. He almost tripped when his eyes met Illinois’s.

Then all too soon, they were within arms reach. Illinois reached out to take Eric’s arm and they walked up. To Illinois, Eric looked like an angel he’d somehow snagged out of the sky and convinced to stay with him.

They walked down the aisle and Illinois kept the pace slow so that Eric wouldn’t have a single problem walking down the aisle. Dark and Randall followed them up.

Everything was going perfectly.

Illinois and Eric were looking at each other and Jackie opened his mouth to start the ceremony, when someone else walked down the aisle.

“I’m here!” Someone in a red tux announced. A smile as sharp as glass. “Shame on you, Damien, I almost missed the whole thing.”

Everyone immediately looked at the Actor, Dark got in front of Illinois as the young man was trying to push Eric towards Jackie.

“Get out,” Dark snarled in a furious growl.

“You’d done your job, step aside,” Actor snapped out a dark mass of aura and batted Dark to the side, the Entity slamming into the organ and let out a pained cough.

“아빠!”[3] Illinois called out. Yancy, who was closer, immediately raced to Dark’s side but the Entity shoved him away from both him and the Actor.

“I will admit,” Marc smiled as he waltzed down the aisle, “I didn’t recognize you at first. That’s my bad. But I did try and talk to you, and it’s quite an oversight not to personally invite me.”

Dark pushed himself back up to a kneeling position, his ringing shrill and aura coiling around.

“I didn’t invite you because you’re a piece of shit and you just attacked my dad, so fuck off,” Illinois snarled. He started trying to move over to Dark but the Actor slid into his path.

“Not possible,” Actor smiled, gesturing to himself. “Daddy’s here now and we don’t need . . .”

Actor glared back at Dark, “. . . to be worried about extraneous characters.”

“Get the hell out of here, I don’t want you anywhere near my family,” Illinois snarled.

“Oh, junior,” Marc smiled. “I’m trying to help you. Think of it: father and son. We’d take the world by storm.”

Illinois felt fury, thinking off all the foster homes and awful situations he’d been in, “Even if you were, you can fuck right the fuck off!”

Behind the Actor, Ranboo was trying to inch closer to Dark. He’d been sitting with the rest of the heroes. But he was trying to quietly summon up a portal to get Dark away from the Actor but when he inched too close the Actor spun around and slammed his aura into the young teen, knocking him back.

“If I wanted to take on the peanut gallery, I would have called you up,” Actor snapped.

“Enderwalk!” Virgil called out and raced over to him as the teen slammed against the wall of the gazebo and let out a grunt of pain. Immediately the room seemed to snap out of whatever haze they were in and moved as Marc moved to attack Ranboo again. Tubbo was already the closest.

Ranboo braced for the attack to hit but in the nick of time, there was a shattering of glass and Techno emerged from one of the eye portals. Shield and axe in hand he deflected the shot and blew a hole in the roof of the gazebo.

“I’m gonna have to stop you right there,” Techno smiled. “Come on, kid, I saw you using a weapon before, come on.”

“Boo,” Tubbo moved in as Phil and Marvin raced in.

“Anyone dead yet?” Marvin demanded.

“Bout time yeh showed up,”[4] Chase spat, pulled out his gun, a real one and aimed it at the Actor’s head.

Snarling in anger, the Actor exploded into black mist, making Chase miss his shot and nicked Illinois right in the face by accident.

Actor grabbed Dark and stabbed him with a dragged he pulled out of his black mist. “I don’t like being teased, Dames.”

With a slice, Dark screamed and the Actor pulled out a black day planner. “If you want something done right you should just do it yourself.”

Magic began to swirl around the Actor as bubbles began to form. They swelled in size and began to fill the room.

Bing began to visibly freak out and used his nanites to push Mini and Oliver away with his nanites, throwing them outside the gazebo just as a bubble expanded to snap up the rest of the androids.

In an instant the city rumbled and Dark . . .

. . . . . .

Dark woke up in bed.

He glared at the faintly glowing clock on the distant wall. It was barely a half-hour before he had to get up so there was no point in going back to sleep.

He smiled faintly when he heard Wilford snoring, the man splayed out to Dark’s left. The softer snores were from Chase who was cuddled up into Dark’s chest.

With a smile softening his features Dark decided: maybe he could sleep in a few more minutes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post A/N: . . . Okay I lied big time.

Accessibility Translations:

1. looking

2. Just came from checking on the other groom. We’re just waiting for a final sweep of the area to make sure it’s alright

3. Dad. Informal, read phonetically as: Appa.

4. About time you showed up

[metvmorqhoses]

christians getting mad when someone treats their religion the same way they treat others is very revealing. personally i worship the greek gods, i have an altar for apollo in my home, and i don’t whine about basically the entire world referring to my religion as “mythology” and hell, sometimes saying to my face that they think it’s all wrong! i apologise, that anon just really annoyed me lol

i share your annoyance. christianity has from the very start preached to be the creed of all-acceptance, while at the same time being the religion of intolerance and ostracism. this way of thinking had a devastating anthropological impact on our culture, so much we are still suffering the consequences to this day as a society and as individuals. it was argued that the majority of the sense of personal shame we feel in our everyday lives is directly related to the christian culture we descend from. fanatism, repression of thought and freedom (both personal and artistic), the glorification of guilt, the demonization of sexuality and women, just to name a few - these are all tragedies that characterized the entirety of the christian world for centuries and that are still imprinted in our minds to this day. many scholars wonder what would we all be now, what heights we would have probably already reached, had we not had as a western world two thousand years of christianity on our shoulders.

i honestly marvel at times at modern christians’ way of thinking - not all christians obviously, very few christians nowadays really live by their religion in that way (usually the poorer and less educated classes) and that’s probably for the best. but really zealous christians are virtually indistinguishable from their counterparts from several centuries ago. they still have no real respect from other religions, they still try to make you adhere to their truth. and that’s because christianity is a static religion, it’s literally written into stone. christianity is not alive with its people, it doesn’t evolve with them and that’s the root of its every wrongness, as far as i’m concerned.

i get mad too at the lack of perspective modern, decently educated people can have even now regarding these matters, regarding religious and personal respect towards others. this is the reason i, born and raised a christian, at around ten decided i didn’t want to have anything to do with it anymore. the whole sunday sermon was about telling us not to read a book (the da vinci’s code, which had just come out). this was very telling for me. i was too young to see everything else that was really wrong with christianity, but that was enough for me. it taught me that the church didn’t want you to think for yourself. when a religion does everything in its power to prevent you from evolving and really thinking and when you are okay with that, that’s everything i need to know about you tbh.

it’s also true that the majority of “christians”, in europe at least, don’t really know what christianity is really about, not that accurately anyway. very few even have ever read the bible. in italy, christianity is more a default thing than a real belief (we after all house the core of all christianity and always had). it’s more like a tradition, regarded as the decent thing to be, it’s never really deeply analyzed, forcing children to agree to rules and rites (and even take oaths), no one, not even the adults, really understand.

all this is nothing short of a disgrace in a modern society.

[thessaliah]

Understanding Beast VII: Olgamarie’s and her family’s Sin in FGO

Note this is speculation meta which might or might not get jossed in the future, or change when I go through another branch. It's to explore what's said in the game, adaptation and other related (Nasu approved) material to speculate the themes of part 2. Working with contrasts with previous plot relevant Beasts, setting aside Tiamat animated parallel (which could get for Beast I in the future when Solomon temple is out as well), Goetia works the best because of the origins:

King Hassan (in disguise) warns in Babylonia through flowery language warns of two evils in particular. One is pity (or compassion), and another, the complementary one, shame (or regret). Beast VII sin hasn't been assigned, however it's very likely it'll be this one. I think I've covered up since the beginning of Lostbelt my suspicion Beast VII was the culprit because this sin was particularly fitting with Lostbelts and Crypters.

Beast I and Beast VII have some sort of connection, to each other. Holmes call Beast I attack the present from the past, while Beast VII from the future. It's the destruction of the past, the end of the future which somehow provokes this.

The Time Temple is compared by Da Vinci with Chaldeas, both as conceptual replicas of something on a smaller scale. Chaldeas is probably connected to Beast VII and the bleaching because it was made to observe the future, 100 years to be precise.

Now, talking about sins seems excessive, but I'm just using some contextual language since we speak of Beasts. Evils of Humanity. Beings who bear their fangs against the Human Order of the present to safeguard the Human Order. Well, of course, we're talking about the more plot-relevant ones and we can ignore Kiara or Kama for this lore definition. That's what I'm sticking with. Given that clarification, we should recap what was Beast I to understand why Animusphere are Beast VII and why Olga in particular, rather than her father (for now?).

Beast I was the consequence of a system designed to protect the Human Order and help humanity evolve. An observation system composed first of Solomon, who died, and then the 72 pillar demons. This birthed humanity incineration in their pride and anguish of humanity perceived meaningless and suffering. It was pity for that history of pain that led to extinguish it fire to use that energy and makeover the species (and the planet) from scratch. It was because they had the authority to do so. They were a system made to evolve humans, and one with human emotion and agency, unlike Solomon who could perform his duty because he had neither of those. Roman, the human born of Solomon's wish for a second life, countered such a statement denying the rights of such authority, returning Solomon's blessings to God, completing that task. Because he believed in many futures chosen by people themselves, and not chosen by him or his replacement. The reason why Goetia became Beast I and not Solomon was because Goetia had freedom to be angry and snap back, but Solomon admitted he didn’t have such freedom, so the potential of that evil was inherent in the system: an observation system to evolve humanity. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but perhaps it is when it demands it to have the reigns and control of it.

Back to Animuspheres. Why them? Creating Chaldea seems beneficial for humanity. Well, it is... but only if Chaldea is treated like was treated under Romani, Da Vinci and Gordolf: as a group that answers emergencies that endanger the present at the time rather than in potential for a future danger. Let’s remind what Olga said in Fuyuki:

(cutting because image heavy)

On a first read, it sounds innocent, but actually, is a fairly arrogant claim. The speech beforehand should be revised (in particular with the recontextualization Mortalis Stella gives it having Emiya being angry with Olga and the Animuspheres):

Basically, if Solomon and the 72 demon gods were Observers and Administrators to evolve Humanity (something Roman undid so humanity would be free to choose going their pace). Animuspheres fashioned themselves as Observers who ensure or validate Humanity future. The results of over 2000 years of experimentation. Now here’s the question, if Beast VII is the Beast made of this system, why was Olga, and not her father, the one who transformed? While in the past, I believed Marisbury would be Beast VII, I always have to wonder one thing: what could lead a man as self-assured and pragmatic to experience such shame and regret (if that was the Beast sin as I speculated) so I had to headcanon something like “whatever he saw in the future made him feel ashamed”, but thinking about it, he couldn’t be that for a similar reason Solomon wasn’t Beast I: he didn’t have the mindset for it (in Solomon’s case, it was because he had no freedom to choose to be angry - but this weakness also exists, even in Roman who dislikes watching and making people sad, he just diverted from his potential danger by his  personal journey as human). Marisbury’s simply someone who resolutely points a gun at himself and blows his brains out with a smile. He still could have been an evil of Humanity, like Solomon probably was (not the Servant record version), just unhatched because the sin assigned was never nurtured. His daughter on the other hand... Unlike her dad, Olgamarie accomplished nothing, she’s deemed as a failure, no matter how she tries, even less apt for Celestial Bodies Faculty than her father’s star pupil, Kirschtaria Wodime. She even clings to her ‘life’ in Fuyuki because of her regrets, expresses her cries for her own insignificance in her last moments unable to accept it’s over.

There surely are other factors, like humanity torturing her (Specimen E), her death, potentially being an artificial being, or family indoctrination. But it’s still Olgamarie’s choice and her flaws which led to this transformation. The emphasis made on Olgamarie’s choice was present in the Lostroom when Lev asks her what she’ll do and she doesn’t have an answer to him. Her only answer is in the game or in the storyline where she parrots they’ll protect the future:

And now we’re back to Melty Blood: Backalley Nightmare. In that story, there's an argument of approaches to how to protect humanity. One is Sion, who abandons the big picture of 'preventing' a crisis and more 'do what little I can do' with the present. This is what Chaldea, the Chaldea after Olgamarie died led by Roman and his successors, has been doing, even in the Lostbelts. They try to protect what they could, and trust for the best. The other is Siamlin, who like Animuspheres did, is trying to observe the future and take measures to prevent it before it happens, no matter what she does, she justifies it as for the sake of the future.

(and there's this warning right here).

Simultaneously there're two Olgamaries. A dead one, presumably from Siamlin’s timeline, is a child ghost with mysterious powers and says this: “The future will not change.” The other Olgamarie is actually from one of Atlas’ simulations but has become a real timeline (due to Ghost Olgamarie’s power). That Olgamarie meets Sion and has a change of heart. This is why I made emphasis on Olgamarie’s choice and agency earlier, because that Olgamarie takes FGO Olgamarie’s proud statements in the beginning about her and Animusphere’s mission and abandons it:

Our job to guarantee the future, but whose future do we guarantee? We say that we're going to ensure the future, but what kind of future do we think is good? We expanded on the land, we built cities, we crossed oceans, we travelled the skies, but for what purpose?

She concludes that, to change the future, working with the little things of the present should be more important. This speech she gives to Flauros before he detonates the bomb, and  it changes everything because no bomb goes off. Nobody died. Flauros changed his mind and agreed. While the ending is all poetic and symbolic. The result is Sion winning. And the materialization is what Olga (this Olgamarie) wants, same as Roman, a bright blue future which is the symbolism for “endless possibilities” (also mentioned and reminded in Lostroom by Lev to her). The future can change.

Well, I was lengthy, but I laid out something: Beast VII being Olgamarie, other than whatever tragic thing Nasu will toss to “soften” the blame, makes a lot of  sense if it’s the Beast of Shame/Regret who ends the present from the Future. Animusphere (or Animusphere experiment) connected to Chaldeas and filled to the brim with feelings of not being good enough, and who thought needed to ensure humanity’s future. However, I think the one who has to defeat Beast VII is Olgamarie herself too. Because there need to be clear that humanity doesn’t need anyone to validate the future for them and the approach to change what’s the come is more “focusing on what little you can do now” than “obtain a great power to change things” which is what Olgamarie concluded in that manga (ironically FGO Olga strongly preached for latter in her speech; it’s no surprise U Olga exists partly, IMO, due to this). It’s possible that the thematic resolution will be similar, give or add new themes with more packing punch and characters involved.

P.S. Moonlight Lostroom OVA and Mortalis Stella in particular make emphasis that Olgamarie has doubts about her mission, but it seems she sticks with it. But once again, it’s important that these got (belatedly) added to reflect the post Melty Blood manga retcons.

[snarksandsarcasm]

World Trees and Akenash

It’s a big tree and a very fascinating one, too. It doesn’t have green leaves and it’s crown is small compared to the space its roots can inhabit. And it’s heart sits right there on the top, exposed to all sorts of elements, potentially, moving towards the sky as the tree grows. 

Through its tree veins flows Amber, a golden sticky sap with many qualities. It comes in raw liquid amber, a distilled form fit for human consumption and a dried form. 

Raw amber is acid and burns away human flesh (see young Aaron) and only elves and Styx/goblins can deal with that substance without any harm. 

Distilled Amber seems to be used as a stimulant. It isn’t quite described what it does but it creates substance addiction. We know that guards yearn for it their boredom and possible loneliness in the tower and that Styx complains about the shared minds/thoughts. So consumption of Amber allows all users to share their thoughts. Like a magical Twitter. To the user this is all but a fantasy, so they just think anything (and we know how strange, exciting and disturbing thoughts can be) without constraint and find it enjoyable that others can join in their thoughts. If they substance users would talk to their peers, they would probably find out that they have in all reality shared the same thoughts, but I am sure that is beyond their understanding. 

Dried Amber seems to be found widespread even after the Fall of Akenash. Another sign how big of a role the World Trees played in the environment of nature of this world in general. I imagine it to be a mix of a rubber and oil chalks. Brittle but also bendy. It’s like oil or rock minerals. Handling dried Amber doesn’t seem to cause any issues to humans. It can be brewed back into raw Amber and from that potentially into distilled Amber. Maybe it can be grated and further worked with to create explosives and to provide light and warmth.

The Tree seems to be a structure of twisted roots, stems and branches, intertwining and growing into a shape resembling a common tree. It is not quite as big as the Home Tree on Avatar, where it’s Navi people live in its giant structure, but certainly seems to have the same potential. Akenash’s tree is big enough for several such small levels, one of which is location for the final boss fight.

The roots are much larger than the rest of the tree. This may be the case for this particular World Tree as they ‘need’ to grow that long and large to find a place to take nutrients from. On the other hand, they don’t get anything from stone walls so what would those nutrients be in the first place? Certainly not water. Similarly the leaves don’t get any much light either, but how can we know the World Tree’s real potential if it’s looked up in a dark and dry place like this? Look at the initial cage structure to hold the tree in the picture. When we get to see the tree it has grown beyond and its roots reach into the lowest and darkest corners of the tower. In the roughly 40 years of Akenash’s lifetime. A big feat. Let this tree stand alone for 200 years and it will have outgrown the tower. Either way, it seems to live just fine without any much access to light or water. It does in fact deliver more to the outsides that it does consume in resources. It gives, it doesn’t take. The name ‘World Tree’ is a fair one. And if it’s not in such confinement it may just be a true and essential provider of life to all living beings.

The cocoons are marvelous. They are like large grapes growing from the roots here and there. Their cocoon wall is a see-through brittle substance but reusable. The human scientists refer to them as ‘embryos’ but I am not sure how accurate their understanding is. This would suggest elves grow from the Tree itself. But we also know elves where human once and we know how they reproduce (and SoD features both female and male elves). And looking how Styx was able to merely ‘rest’ in a cocoon and be ‘reborn’ … I see the cocoons more as rejuvenation and health pods. At any point any elve can rest in them to regain their health and retain their eternal life.

There are several World Trees but this particular one is the only one in human hands. One Akenash guard tells us as much. We know from OOAM that the humans occupy the centre part of the Iserian continent. In the North and West are the elves and dwarfs, the South is occupied by orcs, separated by a nice big wall. The East hasn’t been specified but I seem to imagine ocean for some reason. Styx left for an unspecified World Tree far away from where his Tribe lived. Upon finding himself changed he started his quest to undo the damage. Why not use the Heart of the Tree he studied? Why must he spend 200 years to ‘find’ the World Tree in Akenash? For some reason or other that previous World Tree wasn’t available to him anymore and he needed to locate another one with a functioning Heart. Musings for another time. Suffice to say, there ARE other trees, even more on the same continent, but they are not accessible to humans at this point.

It is not very easy to place all the races and determine their political positions. That would be musings for a different time. But we know that the humans don’t have access to any other World Tree, at least not unless they have good trade deals. So they protect their Tree and try to milk it as much as possible. Hence they built Akenash. It serves as a laboratory for Amber research and a factory for Amber resources.

Akenash was designed by Querberus, a human inventor. He refers to the tower as his masterpiece. It probably existed in his head for a long time before being used as a World Tree container and Amber factory. From my timeline attempts (I share them later) I figured that Akenash existed for about 40 years before falling. Orcs will build another tower in OOAM so I have little doubt they were also the main workforce for this one, too. Along with force-like magic in this world I can imagine such a massive structure was built in less time than we would think. Maybe a decade? Especially if Querberus is overseeing everything, knowing exactly what goes where, with the full support and resources provided by the human government for this project. Querberus went so far as even to design custom made, flying transport ships. Although, for that too, I am sure the inventor had some earlier prototypes at hand to finalize and perfect. From the final scene in MoS we can see the falling tower still sitting on a triangular patch of land, as if, some time prior, the whole tower lifted itself up from the ground. This may have been a desired result or an unexpected side-effect due to the powerful Tree housed inside the tower, we don’t know. That screenshot also suggest that the towers location was somewhere in a mountain range region.

We don’t know what else Querberus did before the tower of Akenash. But it seems his reputation is that of a Da Vinci even early on. He may have done many useful and practical inventions even before that at a younger age. He was a genius and it is a shame that after Akenash, he didn’t have the freedom to create many more projects. Shame on Aaron. (Side Note on the airships: They are designed with fire heating the air inside the balloon. I don’t think that is so effective, otherwise our Zeppelins would have functioned the same way …. but regardless of that, very little burning material is kept on the ship, unlike a whole coal wagon for early railway trains. I thus conclude that Amber might very well be used to keep the fire up one way or the other. I see it as a very essential, very powerful element full of energy in this world.)

We don’t get to see any females in the MoS game, for neither humans nor elves (whether the latter need them as such is also a question for another time). There are no family units or domestic areas. Therefore, the tower itself is a pure workplace, like an Off-Shore Oil rig. Shifts last for several months before one may return home. This applies to the humans and to the elves, although I can imagine the elves have less desire for intimacy with a partner than the humans do, when nothing really is private for the elves to begin with. But they may miss their original tribes and do their duty to this poor mistreated World Tree with honour and pride. 

The infrastructure of the tower is massive. They have a library, a giant incinerator (does this keep the tower afloat?) and a huge prison complex. I think the humans had prisoners work on the tower construction itself and then in the tower to deal with the dangerous substance Amber and needed that area to house them all. Like a big prison/concentration camp. Only guards and high-end officials have the choice to go and work in Akenash.

Being vulnerable humans they can’t completely do their work without the help of elves. Styx referred to the last time humans died trying to extract the Amber from the roots of the Tree and reminds Barimen how the World Tree belongs to the elves, as a race. They have agreed to tend to the Tree on behalf of the humans. Hence the need for the elf ambassador to ensure good working conditions and to make sure the deal made is being adhered to. This also explains the human hatred towards the elves, who are here out of necessity, not nice company. And the elves don’t like the humans abusing a World Tree. Room for tensions!

We don’t know what exact Amber products are being made in Akenash. We see many containers full of raw Amber everywhere but that’s it. Considering the size of Akenash, there might be space to create huge items such as military weapons, vital airship engine parts or just silly little things such as light matches using an application of ground Amber on their tip. I guess this is another good topic for another time. Amber products!

Considering how much presence I give Amber in this world, the Fall of Akenash must have been devastating for the humans. Their primary source of Amber gone. Trading will continue and dried Amber is still largely available, but it’s not as convenient as having your own World Tree. But it’s consequences on politics and economics is something for another time. Especially as Styx suggested in the Intro that the World Tree is a big secret of the humans, hence all the locks and guards. But such a thing cannot entirely be kept secret. I can see how the government will not disclose it’s exact size/production capabilities etc to their citizens or trade partners but I am certain enough people know what Akenash is for. Why it took Styx so long to find this place? Good question. But we may equally ask why Styx went through such a pointless game anyway, considering he is strong enough to just go ahead to the Heart grabbing it. Hm.

Some questions I haven’t got an answer to:

Tree Reproduction

Is the Heart of the Tree a seedling? Do the new seeds sit in the glowing leaves in the crown? Does the tree bloom? Bear fruits? If it’s a tree this big, who does the pollination? Giant bees? Would it not be possible, that after the Fall of Akenash from the remains of the Tree a new one will grow? I would say that generally new trees are rare. There are many spread throughout the world, but I’d wager you can count them on two hands. If they’d grow like apple trees there would hardly be the need for the humans to put so much effort into guarding the one Tree they have.

Other Mutations

Humans mutated into elves many eons before. An Orc can mutate himself into a goblin within 2 decades. Roabies are mutated giant critters. So what else can and will mutate? Fruit flies? Little lizards? We haven’t seen anything else. Direct contact with raw Amber causes deformation and deterioration of tissue so that might be Cause Number 1. Digestion of distilled Amber seems to affect and open up the mind only. So really anything that has direct contact with raw Amber might change, which in actuality is less than what we think. Who would choose to do that? Death of the creature seems more like than the deformation. 

[darkmindsotome]

Folly

@xathia-89 this is for you my dear. 

This was a collaboration piece with @umbralaperture. Ikevamp story that turns very steamy and spicy so please read with caution. 

Warning: opulence, need, friendly “battle” a gentleman lost his mask. 

Darkmindsotome Masterlist

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Folly

It was safe to say that Le Comte has impeccable taste in clothing, even when he was eschewing tradition as he was with this selection. The jade satin dress had a luxurious emerald velvet trim. Cream-coloured lace inlaid with small beads of platinum accented the bodice, short sleeves and just above where the dress flared. Fine lace gloves that barely reached your wrists in a matching cream hue and an emerald green velvet choker completed the ensemble. Your hair, artfully styled in an updo, was accented with delicate satin flowers and pearls. Stepping into a beautifully handcrafted pair of satin slippers, you check yourself one more time in the full-length mirror before heading out of your room.

Leonardo waited for you at the door a gentle smile bowing his lips as you came into view. It was rare to see the inventor put together at all. Dressed sharply in his tuxedo with the shirt fully tucked in was enough to give you pause.

Still smiling, he lifts your gloved hand and places a kiss over the knuckles. "Cara Mia. You put any masterpiece to shame tonight. You look beautiful." His eyes glowed as they looked you over. Slipping an emerald velvet wrap around your shoulders, his gloved fingers feather across bare skin. "Wouldn’t want you catching a chill."

He extended his arm to you, and once you accepted, he led you to the waiting carriage. The gentlemanly grace was not something you were used to from Leo as he tended to hardly display much of it in practice. His gestures and movements had you enthralled.

"Leonardo, where are we going? Sebbie brought me the dress with a note that said 'It would please me to see you in this.' but nothing more."

Leo's enigmatic smile never faltered. "We're going to a ball, Cara Mia."

You pressed your lips into a line and narrowed your eyes. "Obviously, my dear Leonardo. Do try not to be obtuse."

He leaned forward and brushed a feather-light kiss across your painted lips, stunning you into silence. "Hush now. We're almost there."

True to his word, the carriage rolled to a stop before you could gather your thoughts.

"You'll want this." In his outstretched hand is a velvet mask trimmed with the same lace on your dress. When you look at him in question, you see he's donned a mask as well. "One must keep an air of mystery at a masquerade."

Without waiting for a reply he swooped in securing the mask to your face. It happened so quickly you didn’t have time to react although you were thankful to learn that it did seem to be a mask of quality. The lining provided a sensation of comfort against your flesh that would allow you to ignore it's presence once you got used to the extra weight of it.

Music played from within the building growing louder as you drew closer, your escort never leaving your side for a second. The gathering crowds turned their heads in your direction, no doubt admiring your companion. The scrutiny caused you to straighten your posture even more. Tonight no one knew who you were. You could be a real Countess for all they knew.

Marble flooring and ornate columns of the venue had it looking like something from an extravagant castle. The tables glittered with gold and wealth just as much as the attendees who swayed around the floor in elegant gowns and formal attire reminding you of waltzing figures in a glittering music box.  

“Leo, what's the occasion?” The pomp and circumstance was over the top even for the Parisian elite.

“It's a party for patrons of Le Académie Impériale de Musique. A lot of nobles are here tonight… or not. Who can tell with all these masks?”

“I dare say you could easily tell the difference.”

Without acknowledging anything of the sort Leo simply smiled and shrugged.

"Would the lady be so kind as to grace me with a dance?" You knew that voice and turn toward it, fully expecting to see your love, long brown coat and all.

Instead, you're greeted by a man in a formal black tuxedo. The coat was the swallowtail cut, a short coat with tails that was currently all the rage. The only departure from contemporary fashion was his vest and bow tie. They matched your dress perfectly. The back mask with silver filigree did nothing to conceal the burning gold eyes.

You didn't realize you'd offered him your hand until Leonardo spoke up.

"My task is complete then? Enjoy your evening!" He tossed a jaunty wave over his shoulder and disappeared into the crowd.

"You're breathtaking, my dear." Le Comte murmurs, accepting your hand and brushing a kiss across your knuckles. His actions overlapping Leonardo’s from earlier as it overwriting an invisible mark left on your hand.

"You should know. You chose the gown." Try as you might, you could not stop the smile pulling at your lips as he led you to the dance floor.

"Ah. But I didn't. Dream? Yes. Imagine? Absolutely." He slid his arm around your waist and pulled you comfortably close. "Fantasize? Without a doubt. But no image I conjured came close to the vision in my arms at the moment."

Your body held flush to his swayed under his command to the melody. And still those eyes held yours taking control over every thought that might enter your mind, rendering them obsolete, allowing your full attention to remain as his captive.

“Are you aware of what they say about a Waltz?” You didn’t reply, your eyes simply moved from his golden gaze dropping to his plump lips as his voice dripped like honey into your consciousness. “It is just like making love.”

You give a sharp intake of breath as part of you pulls itself however reluctantly to the present moment. A reddish tinge of embarrassment coloured your skin.

“You did that on purpose, you bad man.” You gave a sweet show of resistance to him which only served to make your dance partner chuckle.

“Oh, how you tempt me. Did I go too far, my dear?” He strengthened his grip pulling you closer than before. The toes of your slippers almost leaving the floor as he brought his mouth closer to your ear. “Then why don’t you scold me?”

His words and actions served to tint your skin a rosier shade as the pink dusting of embarrassment darkened further with your rising temperature. For a moment you were pleased that at this angle he could not see your face as you required a few seconds to compose yourself even behind a mask.

“You are bolder tonight. Tell me would that be the power of the mask?”

“We all wear masks, my dear. Tonight I am simply a man captivated by a rare jewel he wishes to possess.”

"Possess?" your smirk held the hint of a challenge behind it. "What makes you believe you're worthy of possessing such a jewel?"

The two of you twirl across the floor with effortless grace. His gaze meets yours. For a moment you think he won't rise to your bait, he won't dignify your teasing with a response.

"Though I may be unworthy, I will never leave you wanting." His whispered words reach your ear just as the music ends. He ends the dance as he began it, bowing over your hand, brushing a kiss over your knuckles, eyes never leaving yours. A shiver dances down your spine at the intensity you see those depths.

"Would it be unseemly to monopolize your dance card this evening?"

"Indeed it would." your other hand is raised and the two of you look at the newcomer. Another set of gold eyes twinkle mischievously behind an intricate mask. "It wouldn't do to have you fill her head with your pitiful excuse of a good time when I'm here."

Le Comte made a tactical error when he stood tall against the newcomer, he released your hand. Unwilling to squander his advantage, the other man lightly tugged on your hand leading you to the dance floor.

As he slid his arm around you, the surprise wore off and you found your voice. Your scandalized whisper reached your dance partner and no further. "Leonardo da Vinci! What it the world do you think you're doing?"

"Making him work for it, Cara Mia. A little chase whets the appetite, no?" His eyes held no remorse for his actions and you gave in to the pleasure of the dance. You had no idea that he could move with such poise. Shaking your head slightly to clear it, you confront the man again.

“What makes you think your little plan is going to work on him?”

“Believe me it’s working. Can’t you feel that?” Leonardo flicked his eyes briefly over his shoulder relishing the apparent reaction to his little jest.

“Feel what?”

“He’s seething.” Leonardo chuckled like a child as he continued your dance. Dipping you in his arms at just the right angle as if to show off a prize. “What do you think Cara Mia?”

“I think you enjoy playing with fire.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” the all too familiar voice sounded very close causing you both to turn. Le Comte was smiling a smile that failed to reach his eyes, another Mademoiselle in his arms. “Mind if I cut in?”

“Sorry, you’re not my type.” Leonardo shrugged smiling cockily.

“Leo…” Le Comte’s voice was more a beastly growl than before. The challenging flash in his eyes against his friend was like looking into a fire pit. Leonardo conceded smoothly handing you over and taking the other dance partner in turn.

“Not very gentlemanly of you my dear Comte.” Leo clicked his tongue, chastising the other man.

“I can give and share with you everything my friend. Except that which I don’t care to.” Le Comte pulled you harder whisking you away at speed still in keeping with the music but at a much faster tempo.

Somehow you kept pace with him through the end of the song. Leonardo was right, his jest needled the man. Le Comte's grip was a little more possessive, his steps a little faster. Everything he did was a demand for your attention, an unspoken plea that you realize only he was worthy - and able - to make you soar.

When the song ended he guided you off the floor. "Might I interest the lady in some refreshments?"

"And some air, if you please. That last dance took the wind out of me."

"It's not my preferred way to leave you breathless, but it will have to do for now." He murmured into your hair causing your cheeks to go scarlet once again.

After retrieving champagne for each of you, you made your way to the gardens. The night was cool and clear. There was no breeze and the perfume of roses hung in the air.

After a time, you looked at your companion. "By reacting, you're only encouraging him. You realize this, don't you?"

“Whether or not his intention is nothing more than a playful prank, I cannot control myself when I see another man take something that I desire. You might consider me a calm and composed gentleman but I am still a man my dear.” Le Comte’s uncandid honesty had your head spinning more than when you were on the dance floor. It was hard to tell if the champagne had suddenly taken effect on your senses or if it was his words sending your mind into a blissful fog.

Averting your eyes from his seemed like the most sinful crime but when you did you noticed what looked to be a hidden entrance in the shrubbery.

“Whatever do you suppose that is?”

“I would say that it would be the entrance to the labyrinth. The owner of this house was at a time great friends with some german aristocrats and enjoyed tales of their own castle being built to incorporate flights of fantasy. At the centre is said to be something of great wonder and beauty.” Le Comte drew close enough that you could feel his warmth emanating behind you like a shroud protecting you from the night air. His breath tickled your nape as he enquired. “Would the Lady care to view such a thing?”

“I wouldn’t mind but do you really think it appropriate to leave the ball?”

He plucked your now empty glass from your hand placing it on the stone planter near you alongside his and laced his fingers with yours.

“I fear it would be more inappropriate to return under such circumstances. I am not sure how I might react to seeing you gazed upon by so many others tonight.” His tone was amourous and slightly pleading as he lightly tugged your hand and guided you down the stone steps and into the entrance of the dark green foliage.

“I place myself wholly in your hands. Lead on, my lady.” Le Comte stepped aside, keeping hold of your hand and letting you lead the way.

You let the age-old wisdom "Always turn left" guide your steps. Nevertheless, the turns and heady scent of hydrangeas had your head spinning. Every time your fingers brushed a bloom, its perfume filled the air adding a veneer of romance to the evening.

“You know the story of the labyrinth, do you not?” Le Comte breathed the question in your ear sending another delicious shiver down your spine.

“It hails from Crete, doesn’t it?”

“Close but not quite, mon Coeur.” He raises your hand to his lips and nips at the sensitive flesh at your wrist before planting a tender kiss at the same spot. The action stops you in your tracks and you turn, meeting his gaze.

“Was that a punishment for being wrong, or a reward for being right?” The question was breathier than you wanted it to be. You could hear the desire in your own voice. You knew he wouldn’t miss it either.

“Hmm, who knows? Shall we continue or have you had your fill?” his eyes practically glowed in the moonlit evening. Smiling, you turned and continued.

“Tell me the history of the labyrinth.” you did a better job of covering the desire he sparked in you this time.

“It was first designed by Daedalus at Knossos at the behest of King Minos.”

You slowed at the next intersection. “But Knossos is in Crete.” you complain, “So I was right!”

Elegant, gloved fingers trace up the column of your neck and across the shell of your ear. “You only got the country, not the precise location, so you were wrong.”

You wanted to be stern. You wanted to glare at the man for his “precision”, but your traitorous body would do neither of those things. Instead, you tilted your head exposing more of your neck to his caress. A whimper of sound escaped you and he chuckled.

“Do you know why the labyrinth was built, petite Cherie?” his voice was low and his lips grazed your ear as he spoke. You swayed on your feet before resting against the warmth of his broad chest.

“To keep in the minotaur trapped.” your answer was a mere whisper of sound.

“Hmm, just so.” he nipped at your ear. “And while I doubt this particular maze has any minotaurs, I assure you, there is a beast.” The last words were more growl than a statement causing desire to flare in you.

“Should you wish a reward tonight, make the chase sporting, mon Coeur.” with only those words, he released you.

The loss of his heat made the night that much colder. Looking over your shoulder, you saw him take two steps back, a wicked smile on his face. He meant what he said. Looking both ways you lifted your skirts, turned left and ran as fast as you could.

The evening noises were louder to your adrenaline-fueled senses. You swore you saw and heard things but when you looked, nothing was there. Two more left turns and logic took control of your thoughts. Le Comte had been with you all night. If you continued to turn left, there would be no sport in the chase at all. Abandoning your carefully laid plans, you turned right. Every decision from there out was made on instinct. As you reached the junctions, you allowed your feet to lead you...

You’d long since lost track of time and your lungs were burning when you turned left one last time and were faced with the centre of the maze.

Two low stone benches surrounded by planters filled with beautiful flowers framed a cement structure that looked like an enclosed gazebo. Stained glass windows covered the arched openings leaving only one way in and out. Moonlight filtered through the glass painting the inside with a rainbow of soft light. Hesitantly you circled the structure. There was no indication from anywhere on the grounds that something this gorgeous was here. You tried to quiet your ragged breaths as you stepped toward the opening.

“You were serious about making the chase sporting, weren’t you mon Coeur?” His voice stopped you in your tracks on the threshold of the structure.

Glowing eyes in the gloom reached out to you silently guiding you towards them.

“How did you get here before me?”

“Is that really a question you should be asking at a time like this?” A strong arm wrapped around your waist as his face vanished into the crook of your neck. You could feel his slow intake of breath against your skin as he filled his lungs with your scent. “Pauvre petit…” He took the tip of his hot wet tongue and drew a pattern over your exposed neck with it. The river of heat it left behind was as if someone had injected you with fire.

“Ngh… ah--”

“I like that sound.” He chuckled pulling back enough to capture your chin in his hand as he gazed into your eyes. “Will you show me more?” he stroked your jaw with a single finger maintaining his grip. If he slid his hand a little lower he could have covered your throat. There was no doubt in your mind he was completely aware of how fast your heart was hammering in your breast, or that it had nothing to do with the running in the maze.

You had no words his eyes and hand never leaving you just took you with him as he walked backwards, your feet willingly following him.

The folly, for what it was, felt like another world. A private realm just for you and it was yet another reason that your mind struggled to clear itself. Le Comte took a seat on a stone bench nimble fingers undoing his jacket buttons as he did so and patted his thigh.

“Come here.” It was a command. There was no subtle grace or room for refusal. This was all the signal you needed to know that the man before you had switched. Still, you must have hesitated a little too long as you revelled in the change. As soon as you were close enough you found your self grabbed with a little more force than expected. Fingers wrapped around your wrist and forearm as the world tilted and your view became that of the ceiling.

“What are you--?”

“That my love should be my line. What are you doing? You tease and torment me. The way you laugh and smile for other men you think I am immune from such actions affecting me?” His hands left your arms and travelled over your satin clad form. It was strange but even without his grip you still felt unable to move as if something had bound you tight in place.

Your whole body was laid out on the stone slab as he positioned himself over you a knee at either side of your hips and made a show of removing his gloves. He didn’t miss how your eyes followed his movements and smirked. “Such a naughty girl. Were you expecting this tonight perhaps?”

“And if I said I was?” Your breathless reply was almost too much for you. Words never came easy when he was like this. When the gentleman stepped aside allowing the breast to be free.

“Then it would fall upon me as a man not to leave you disappointed. I did say I would not leave you wanting. I am, if nothing else, a man of my word.” He removed your gloves and placed his lips on each of your fingers giving everyone a small nip causing you to purr in delight.

He watched in fascination as you struggled to keep your mind anchored at something so simple. While you were focused on him you felt the creeping sensation of something else between your legs. His hand had slipped under your skirt without you realising it. He was far too good at this for it to be a mistake. Leonardo’s words from when you first arrived surfaced in your mind “you weren’t always a gentleman.” And here you were experiencing a glimpse of that darker side first hand.

You tried to bring your hands up to him only to have him push them back and hold them easily one-handed as he continued to search the depth of your dress. “Now now be a good girl. Damn but you’re beautiful.” He brought his face to our neck again. This time he allowed his fangs to graze your skin very faint red lines appeared on your ivory flesh and the guttural moan you gave out had you blushing. “You smell so good. It’s intoxicating…”

As he said that he pulled your underwear to the side and plunged his long fingers inside you, twisting, rubbing, curling. Every retraction had you whimpering and every penetration had your mind sparking like fireworks. But you knew all too well this was nothing to the main event. His lips kissed a trail to your lobe pulling on it and then continuing to kiss along your jawline until they found your mouth.

Inviting him deeper, you parted your lips and had them captured hungrily by your love. Your tongue danced with his catching slightly on his fangs a familiar taste of rouge filling your senses which only fueled his actions further.

There was no way you would be moving your body even if by some grace of god you could at this point. The hand keeping a pace with piston-like precision between your thighs had not stopped and you felt yourself climbing higher up that staircase to heaven. Your back arched against his chest and as he pulled back to get a good look at your face you noticed his lips stained with rouge making them look even more enticing.

He traced a finger from your wrist to your bodice before locating the ribbons binding it and releasing them. The cold air slithered over your exposed body but only for as long as it took for him to bring his hand to your chest. His thumb rubbing over your hardened peaks gentle pulling and twisting them causing you to moan into his mouth as he swooped in for another kiss.

It was bad. This was wrong you knew it in the back of your mind that you shouldn’t be doing something so scandalous here. But you also didn’t wish to stop, and apparently, you were not alone in your desire to continue.

“You have no idea what you do to me. Ugh… that scent. Do you know that when your body temperature rises your natural scent gets stronger? Mon Cher. I’m sorry but I don’t think I can stop now.”

You had no words because his had caused your mind to blank. You bodice had been completely freed and was lying open on the ground. Your skirt and petticoats were bundled high revealing your garter belt and stocking tops along with your soaked undergarments. You forced the embarrassment down as you held his gaze and nodded your consent. You didn’t mind what happened now. As long as it was him you would do anything.

His movements were fluid and exacting. But there was a rushed neediness to it all. It was as if he believed you would vanish at any given moment and he was doing everything to try to keep you with him. His hands roamed creating burning pathways everywhere they touched. His tongue danced with yours when it wasn’t lapping at your tender flesh on your neck and chest.

When he was almost at his limit of being sane enough to know what was happening and mad enough to do it anyway, he threw caution to the wind and sank his length inside you. The rocking of his hips alternated between fast and slow. He would pull almost out before plunging back in with force causing you to wail as his will took you to the edge and harled you off again and again. Your vision went white and then you felt as if you were floating.

*

Birds chirping outside was what woke you. Sunlight falling through your bedroom window landed on you in your bed at the mansion and for a few minutes, you were caught somewhere between dream and reality. Your hand reached up to your neck past your silk negligee. A dull throbbing pain greeted you there telling you all you needed to know. It wasn’t a dream.

[swamp-tastic]

Fanservant: Hestia

Class: Ruler

AAABQ Deck

The Goddess of the hearth has manifested in response to the pruning of the timeline. Although not a goddess that intervenes much in the affairs of mortals, she has heard of a tragedy that has befallen her family in another world and as the eldest it is her duty to look after her siblings. She is summoned as a demi-servant of one of her priest, using Chaldea itself as a summoning catalyst.

Personality:

Hestia is a friendly older lady, that wants everyone to have a good time. She is uncannily good in making other people open up and is always willing to lend an ear with some good advice. If someone has trouble or needs someone to talk, she wants to be the first one you think of.

A goddess that favors humans but never directly intervened on their behalf. Behind her easy smile and motherly attitude hides a sense of great responsibility and shame. She regrets the fact that she never tried to help humans directly or even to prevent her siblings from causing as much harm as they have. This is her wish. To act in this new manifestation as someone she wished she was back in the Age of Gods. 

The Greek gods are machines that, through their interactions with humanity, become more human themselves. Hestia is the one that was affected the most by this exchange, since she was a widely worshipped deity and one many people prayed to. However, she never talked her siblings out of their cruel behavior, thinking that it was not her place to speak against them. Manifesting in the modern World, Hestia is overjoyed that women no longer have to hold their tongue and seeks to live life as she pleases. She will be sure to say when things bother her, or speak up against all manner of cruel behavior.

Appearance:

Hestia looks like an older woman in a white Greek toga. Her first ascension has her add a cloak. In her third ascension she swaps the white toga for a gold one with intricate designs. She also gains a crown

Stats

Strength: D-                            Endurance: A+++

Agility: C                                 Mana: EX

Luck: B                                     NP: EX

 Passives

Hearth of Olympia EX

Hestia is the metaphorical hearth of Mount Olympus. Where she is, the concept of “Home” follows. A variation of the Territory Creation skill

Increase own Arts Card effectiveness by 15%

Goddess Essence B

 Skills

Peaceful Hearth A++

An Authority that prevents battle and strengthens bonds. A good meal that is shared with your chosen Family and brings you close together. Although this skill isn’t suited for battle, Hestia unintentionally activates this skill by worrying over her teammates

Heal all allies and increase their debuff resistance and buff removal resistance

First Rights B+

Hestia is the oldest of the immortal Gods of Olympus and received first offerings at every sacrifice. So now let your older Sister/Aunt be the first to protect you too

Applies a taunt to Hestia and charges her NP

Flame of Protection EX (Sealed)

Hestia is a peaceful goddess and doesn’t like fighting.  That said, she helped her siblings overthrow the Titans and her divine Flames are a Force to be reckoned with. The Flame that Prometheus gave to Humanity is the Flame of the divine Hearth and the Flame that will chase away the Darkness. However, Hestia refuses to use this power offensively and instead uses the effect to protect her family. (A certain Titan might possess this skill too, but Hestia isn’t talking about any potential connection between them)

Grant Invincibility to all Allies for one turn and increase their defense

NP

Polýolvos ÆSTÍA

Home is where the Heart(h) is

Arts – Support EX-Rank

Hestia’s Authority of Family and Home given new Form. Wherever Hestia is, there will be a Home for everyone. Allies will be reminded of their Home and have their fighting spirit strengthened, increasing their attack and defense. A healing effect will also be applied and their debuffs will be cleansed

This Noble Phantasm is not the Authority of a goddess that forces reality to act in her will, but the power of the bonds of Chaldea, given new form through the blessing of a beloved Family Member. Hestia is overjoyed at Chaldea’s existence and will heap blessings upon blessings upon it. A found family is still a family

Dialogue:

Summoning: Hestia, the Goddess of the hearth, home, domesticity, family, and the state. I have manifested to help out. Master, is there a hearth to gather around?

Bond 1: Chaldea is a great place. But it can’t compare to my hearth on Mt Olympus. I’ll show it to you sometime.

Bond 2: Hm? I’m not what you were expecting of a greek goddess? Well, I prefer to be outside the spotlight, so it might be that.

Bond 3: This body is the body of one of my beloved priestess. Have you heard of the Vestal Virgins? This one has offered herself as a temporary body for me.

Bond 4: My siblings have caused so much harm to humans. I love them still, but I do wish I intervened. But that is why I am here now master. As the eldest it is my duty to be an example to my younger siblings.

Bond 5: I see now Master. You are Chaldea’s hearth. You hold it all together. I know that burden and that is why you can always come to me with your problems. I will support you. That is what a family does.

NP Line 1

This is the shining flame that warms Mt Olympus. Come together, let us enjoy our company. For one moment, let us all be peaceful my siblings. This is my greatest Wish

Polýolvos ÆSTÍA

Np Line 2

This is a time to spend among loved ones. Heroes, remember your Heart. Your Home is far, but you carry it in our hearts. The Blessing of the eldest Olympian manifests

Home is where the Heart(h) is

Np line 3

This is a time to spend among loved ones. Here at the edge of the world we join once more. The ideal dream, this second lives greatest treasure  

Chaldea Unison

Servant Reactions

Artemis: Artemis? Is that you? What are you doing with that poor human? What if your hunters could see you like that? I know that you love him but that is to much. We are going to talk about your relationship. Seems like you need help with that

Paris: Is that… Apollo?!? Young man, you better have an explanation why you brought this child…. Oh. That is Paris? Hmm… if you ever need someone to talk about that day, my dear, my door is always open

Heracles: Oh my lovely nephew. How are you. You have grown so big. How is Hebe? Oh, you’ve found a friend? My, how lovely. You must tell me everything. Auntie Hestia is going to cook some meat for her big, strong boy

Asterios: Oh you poor, poor boy. There, there. How about I make some big cookies for you?

Medusa: Ah, it’s you. I am sorry for what has happened to you. At my hearth, there’s always place for one more, so if you wish to join me, feel free to do so.

Altera: YOU! MONSTER! WHY… I see. You are a servant of humanity? Hmm… I guess that makes sense. You seem to have trouble on your own. How about we sit together and talk? It doesn’t have to be about anything important. I’d just like to get to know you.

Irisviel: Oh, what a lovely young woman. Still, you seem burdened. Would you like to join me for a nice meal? I’d love to hear about your life my dear.

Da Vinci: You are the caretaker of this facility? We don’t have much in common but I must say, you do an excellent job. I hope you find joy in the family you have found.

Tesla: Oh dear. You managed to replicate my brothers lighting. How incredible. Humans are truly fascinating. Let me talk to my younger brother before you meet him though. He doesn’t take such things easy.

Tiamat: Oh, the great mother. It pains me to see her fallen so far. I thank you Master for freeing her.

???: Oh, I should have known you would show up. If I’d have known about the consequences of your plan, I would never have given you my flame. But now, being here, I am so very glad I did. Look at them. They have come so far

SPOILER

Lostbelt Zeus: How…. You… I… I never expected you to be able to… Your Children! OUR BROTHER!! You finally did it. You broke the family I so desperately wished to protect. For you, I think I will rekindle the sparks that burnt the Titans. I hope it was worth it..

[transjinako]

So! The Bad End event hook thing. This is like the set up you’d get at the beginning of the event so, hope you like it !

The video starts with a slow walk forward, through a dark stormy forest to some unknown destination.

“Good evening, Master of Chaldea.” A raspy voice begins. “You have been invited to the Halloween party of my lady, Bad End, as well as all of your servants. Come, for a night of fun, food, snacks, and especially, despair.”

The video fades out then back in to a large mansion, the storm seemed to have passed, yet the mansion itself is dark even under the moonlight. It’s tall and imposing and the camera is pointed upward to show a single, unrecognizable figure standing at the top.

“Please, come soon. You do not have a choice. For you see, any human who watches this, will be cursed.”

The figure fades from sight, showing only moonlight. “If you do not defeat my lady Bad End by the end of this party’s duration, you will die, Master of Chaldea. The information for Rayshift are as followed. Be warned, what you fear is waiting for you here…”

Well, You think, that was weird.

You stare at your laptop for sometime, this was one of the first emails you got since humanity was fully restored, and it was just a day before halloween. Before you can think on it further theres a knocking at your door.

“Master? Are you up? There might be a ah, problem?” Mash’s voice calls to you politely, yet you can hear something troubled in her voice as well.

‘Yeah, come in!” You smile almost on instinct seeing your kouhai step through, she’s holding in her hands a yellowed paper letter.

“It seems that, somehow, someone was able to come in and well, hand out invitations to a...Halloween party.

You quirk your brows and she nods, opening up her letter.

“Yeah, the Elizabeths have been angry just about all morning about this. I’ll read some of it aloud, ‘Mash Krielight, you have been cordially invited to the Bad End Halloween Party Tartarus. You, as well as all your friends, will experience both fun and fear and may even recieve a prize as you undergo the trials within this pit. Please come, your Bad End is waiting.’ Everyone else got a letter like that, along with…”

You tilt your head, “With what?”

Mash looked a bit more apprehensive now. “Detailed accounts of their fears, claiming that they would be present at the party.”

You give Mash a look that asks if she did too, regretfully she nods. You frown and then lean over to let her see your laptop and play over the video, which causes Mash to light up in panic.

“Die!? Master! W-we need to go now!” She says urgently, “Send that to Da Vinci, I’ll round everyone up!”

You nod and do as she says, once she’s gone you start to get properly dressed for the mission.

“For once…” You sigh to yourself as you push your limbs through your uniform, “I wish we could just have a normal halloween…”

“Be on guard you everyone, we don’t know what we’ll find here.” Da Vinci’s voice comes through over the communicator as you and Mash and a couple of other servants come across the building you saw in the video.

“Lets just bust through and fight that Bad End person that cursed Master and RUINED Halloween!” Elizabeth Bathory growled, clutching her lance/mic in hand.

“Calm down!” Nitocris warned, looking down at the ground with a slightly troubled expression. “That Tartarus part of the letter wasn’t kidding, I can just feel the underworld’s presence in this place.”

Tamamo nodded in agreement, “And I can tell that there are a bunch of spirits just stuffed inside of here.”

Mash looked up and down the mansion and sighed, “We’ll we won’t be able to do anything from outside.”

“Can we just go through already? Who gives a shit about the ghosts and crap that’re here.” Jeanne Alter growled as she walked forward and practically kicked the doors in.

Following her lead, you shrug and go inside yourself, “Come on, everyone, we can’t exactly wait around here.”

Everyone else followed suit, Elizabeth was right behind Jalter with equal annoyance.

“I’m gonna wreck this place!” Elizabeth growled as she looked around at the surprisingly well furnished Mansion, food was already set up as well as decorations and light music.

She quickly made a B line to a grouping of Jack O Lanterns and smashed it with her Lance.

“Yeah!” Jalter joined right in with the pumpkin smashing, looking like she was having a bit of genuine fun.

You along with the others only stare at the two, to you this...doesn’t actually seem threatening at all.

You calmly walk over to the food table and grab a piece of Pumkin pie that had been left out.

“Uh, Master?” Tamamo suddenly interrupts as you were about to take a bite. “Might we be careful of any poison?”

You look at the slice carefully as the rest of the servants all look around curiously, “Honestly,” You say, “Nothing here looks that bad.”

“I suppose your right…” Mash ads as she takes a moment to look at an art piece on the wall, “Maybe we ought to look around some-”

“ALL OF YOU!” A childish voice calls out in a panic.

Everyone turns to see a child who had long silvery hair done in a braid with some more modern, gothic looking clothing. There was noticeably a black well pen with a feathery blade attached by chain by a bracelet.

“You need to leave, r-right now, all if you!” She insists, Mash quickly turns to you.

“Master, shes a servant.” She says urgently, turning back to the girl, “Please calm down, we can help if someone's hurting you, just tell us who you are and…”

Mash is likely coming to the same realization I am as she trails off. “Nursery rhyme?”

Nursery rhyme (?) looks desperate as you say this, “There's no time for that, you all need to-”

“Trying to ruin everything?” Her voice appears again, only this time more malevolent, and at that moment all the lights go out.  

“Damn it…!” As the other servants panic you can hear the Nursery Rhyme we had been talking to, then something small hit your midsection as the floor under you becomes no more, the you fall...fall...fall.

You awake in what seems to be a vast cave, lit by some unknown light. You sit up slowly but get a hand on your shoulder.

“Careful, even if the physics here are nonsensical, you took a pretty far fall.”

You look to it's source and see the Nursery Rhyme look alike. “Where…”

“The Pit of Tartarus….I'm sorry, this is all my fault.” She says regretfully.

You look at her in question and she was quick to go red in embarrassment.

“I organized the whole party as a way to meet you all...but…

“I wanted to make it fun and...show off what I could do and made a doppelganger of myself….and sort of forgot that doppelgangers, at least the ones I make, are evil…

“She took over and remade the entire party to be one giant, violent torture session with you at the middle of it all, watching and becoming more and more broken watching all your servants suffering…until...”

She looks down in shame at her mistake, “I'm sorry, this was all stupid…all my fault.”

You can't help but feel bad for her, it sounded like she just wanted to do something genuinely nice. You reach out and pet her on the head, much to her surprise, she recoils quickly.

You smile at her, “I understand, it's ok.” You say simply, in your eyes she's completely forgiven.

She looks back at you in shock then scoffs, “I heard about how you were...particularly kind among humans.”

You take that as a compliment

“It's foolish.” She quickly says, well then.

“For all you know,” Her expression turns self depreciating, “I could be trying to trick you, I'm, I'm a natural predator to humanity and you don't even know it! You shouldn't be so trusting, you can be made to go through unimaginable amounts of pain because you might have trusted something too much, it's, it's naive.”

She crosses her arms and looks down in frustration as you consider your words.

“You seem...sincere.” You say slowly, “So I'll believe you.”

This shocks her again but this time she relaxes a bit, staring at you.

“What I said..wasn’t just nothing, here you can be tricked by just about anything, you’ll be challenged too. Its part...part of the story.” She explained, “This place was created with a grail, combing the power of our Noble Phantasm, she doesn’t know that I’m talking to you like this, but this place was made to destroy anyone within it.”

“I’m glad I have someone to guide me, then.” You declare genuinely, Nursery Rhyme(?) sighs but in a “I’m endeared” type of way. She slowly put out her hand toward you and looked at you evenly.

“I’m Bad End, of the Alter Ego class.” Bad End introduces, you quickly take her hand and give it a squeeze. She looks away for a moment, “I’m no hero, or anything, I’m the personification of people’s fears, no matter how tangible or intangible. I’m more of an Assassin if anything so...so don’t rely on me for straight up fights too much.”

You nod, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Bad End pulls her hand back then awkwardly grabs yours again, “L-let me lead you, alright? I don’t want you getting lost. It's a common fear the both of us can easily manipulate.”

With that said she begins to pull you along, the both of you walking deeper into the cavernous Tartarus.

[evdarcy]

An Unusual Hero C7S2

Please remember, this is unedited and unfinished, but will hopefully fill in the holes that were left and answer some questions without leaving too many others. HOWEVER I will answer all and any questions if you want to leave me a comment.

Next update - Tuesday 11/05/2021

‘Pardon me, ma'am.’

Sarah rolled her eyes at Luc as he charmed some young sales assistant with his version of a British accent. She had to admit it was actually good. Rather than a generic British tone American actors tended to use on TV, he was hitting a relatively authentic London accent. Or should she say accents? It did move between areas of London with each sentence. A true Englishman would be confused as hell as to where the star was supposed to be from and call bullshit on him, but to a young American girl his accent was as genuine as she’d have ever heard.

She was probably also working out how to get him into the back room to put that mouth to other uses. Sarah was.

At six foot two, Luc Truman was the epitome of the prefect man. His broad shoulders and tapered waist made you feel he was strong and powerful, able to lift you up and throw you over his shoulder. His handsome face stopped your breath as you marvelled at its perfection, strong jaw, straight nose, a picture of near-perfect symmetry. Da Vinci couldn’t have drawn a more perfect specimen.

And when those rich green eyes turned to you, there was no question of if you’d drop your knickers it was a matter of where could you disappear to in order to get the deed done.

Sarah swallowed as Luc chose that moment to turn said panty-wetting eyes in her direction. He threw her a wink and a lopsided smirk before he turned back to the girl. He rested his weight on his hand against the wall, blocking the woman in with his body as the tiny thing leant back, her small, perfectly pert breasts thrusting out.

Sarah dropped her gaze to her own ample pair; their large round shape held down by a minimising bra. Jack had told her it was to help her be able to move around easily, to stop them getting in the way or getting sore during training. Sarah had a feeling it was more to do with not having tops to fit her. They’d be stretched so tight the men on base probably wouldn’t have seen her as anything other than a massive pair of tits.

She glanced back up in time to see Luc throw his head back in laughter, the girl had her hand on his chest, her smile bright and beaming under his attention.

Once, Sarah had had a dream similar to such a sight; that was how their first meeting was supposed to go. She’d say something witty and make him do that world famous laugh, he’d flirt outrageously and she’d bat her lashes at him. He’d reach up and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear before he tilted her face to his as he lowered his own and captured her lips in a searing kiss.

Instead, Sarah had lead a terrorist to him, made him almost piss himself, run for his life and leave behind everyone he loved after dragging him halfway across the country.

Sarah sighed. So much for dreams.

The sales sales girl lowered her head and looked up at Luc through her lashes.

Right, time to put a stop to the little charade. Hopefully, the star had the information he needed, she didn’t want the girl actually thinking she had a chance with the man and come looking for him later…

More like you don’t want her getting your dream, her mind taunted.

‘Darling,’ Sarah called, her accent far more polished-British than Luc’s. ‘The young man’s taking everything to the till. Are you done?’

She sauntered to his side, her hips swaying in an exaggerated manner—most men loved it when she did that and Luc didn’t disappoint. His eyes dropped to her waist, watching her as she neared; she could feel his gaze on her, her body warming under it, as he took a step away from the little chit, cleared his throat and nodded his head, his demeanour immediately changing. But Sarah kept her eyes on the younger woman who was frowning in confusion at the interruption.

‘Of course,’ he said, and Sarah was surprised by how his voice once again changed. He mirrored her own clean cut British tone in a way any BBC newsreader would be proud to duplicate. ‘Willow here was explaining to me that we’re too early for the cabins; we’ll have to get a tent or rent an RV.’

The sales assistant’s eyes went wide as Sarah came to a stop at Luc’s side. Sarah turned her head towards Luc, but her eyes still remained fixed on the woman as her TV star slid his arm around her waist and pulled her close against him. Sarah totally played into it.

Curling her body in towards his, she pressed herself against him from shoulder to thigh marking him as her own. She hoped it screamed back off bitch to the girl, because it was exactly what she wanted to say.

If anyone had said to her at in her early twenties, when Luc had broken out into the movie business, that she’d be in such a position, she’d have laughed in their face and asked how much would it cost to have it happen. Of course, this was before conventions became a thing, giving everyone such an opportunity. Unfortunately for Sarah, they never seemed to fall during the school holidays, which meant unless she won the lottery she was never going to be able to meet her stars and be wrapped in their arms for a hug during a photo op.

This was just as fake as any photo call, but with the way the girl was now looking between the two of them, disappointment and jealousy burning in her big brown eyes, it was so much better.

God, she wished she could somehow kiss him. Just press her lips against his and make all her dreams come true.

‘What a shame,’ Sarah said pouting as she glanced up at Luc through her lashes. He smirked down at her as he reached up and took her chin between his fingers and thumb, turning her face up properly. Her breath stuttered in her throat as memories of fantasies she’d nourished over the years swept through her mind and she went crossed-eyed when lowered his head to hers and… dropped a kiss to her nose! She had to suck her pouting lip between her teeth to stop herself from both squeaking in excitement and wailing in disappointment.

‘Don’t pout, Duchess,’ he grinned as he pulled back. His eyes dropped to her mouth briefly before meeting her gaze again. It was almost as if he could read her mind. Did the bastard know what she was thinking and was screwing with her?

‘I’ll get us a really nice RV. What’s that mean again?’ Luc turned his attention back to the other woman as he pulled Sarah closer to him, the hand around her waist slid down to her arse and gave it a squeeze. Sarah had to stop her eyes from going wide at the action, had to cover the squeak that bubbled at the top of her throat with a cough, before disentangling herself from his arms and looking up at him with what she hoped was disappointment in her eyes.

What she really wanted to do was scream in your face! at the girl who was now stumbling over her answer, before dragging Luc into a backroom somewhere and doing exactly what she’d always dreamt of.

She felt a deep desire to log onto to Tumblr and post that Luc Truman had felt her up, with a couple of hundred gif sets of arse groping followed by a picture with her and Luc in the store fawning all over one another.

Sure, it was a step backwards for feminism, but she’d gladly take that step and a few hundred more if it meant feeling those lips against hers or those hands somewhere else on her body.

Instead, Sarah looked back at the sales assistant with utter disdain, hoping the girl would recall her face far clearer than Luc’s merely for the contempt she held for the young thing. ‘Hurry up and finish playing here’—she waved her hand dismissively at the woman—‘I’m going to go and pay for our purchases.’

She heard the girl give a little gasp of disgust as Sarah turned on her heel and headed towards the counter to pay the bill. Yes, in the other woman’s mind, Luc’s face would be given a soft focus, slightly hazy with the ideals of perfection and lust, mixed with a hundred other notions of what made a man handsome. Sarah would be the one sharply in focus if she was ever questioned, and Sarah had enough wigs, glasses and prosthetic makeup packed away to walk back in here tomorrow and receive nothing but love from Willow.

The store clerk, who’d actually done his job running around collecting everything on the list Luc had made earlier, tried to hand back her change just as the star came up behind her.

‘Keep it,’ she told the clerk with a purposefully forced looking smile. ‘At least someone is working in this place.’ She said it just loud enough for the manager at the other end of the counter to hear. The man glanced over and she pointedly looked towards Willow who was still watching Luc as he swaggered towards the counter.

‘Well, that was pretty mean,’ Luc said as they each grabbed a paper bag and headed out of the store. Sarah shrugged, but held her head a little higher. She had a little bounce in her step as they headed back to the car, feeling as if she were walking through the clouds as her bum cheek still tingled where Luc had touched her.

‘Duchess?’ she asked, changing the subject.

‘I gave you a back-story.’

‘Really?’ She stared at him over the top of the car as they put the last of their parcels on the back seats. They’d visited half a dozen shops that morning and she prayed he hadn’t been recognised in any of them. But it would have been far riskier to have left him sat in the car on his own. ‘I needed a back-story?’

‘Yeah, you’re the one with the money and I’m your plaything. Only with you so that I can benefit from your wealth.’

The clouds parted and Sarah fell back to Earth with a thud at the idea that someone like him would only be with her for a reason other than what he could get out of the relationship. She frowned as they climbed in the car and she began the process of twisting together the wires to restart its engine.

Okay, so she wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world, but she certainly wasn’t ugly. She hadn’t needed money to snag Jimmy and he’d been just as hot as any TV star—although she squashed the thought of her former fiance quickly. She had no time to go back down the grief-well she’d had months of therapy to escape.

Luc hummed as they drove back through the town, heading north to the 191 again and the cabin he’d spied earlier. If perky-tits was right about the Season not yet starting, they’d have a bit of time to gather themselves together and formulate a plan of what to do next.

She glanced at Luc out the corner of her eye; she had to remember that the man next to her was an actor. She couldn’t afford to get caught up in any fantasies or roles he conjured up for them to play when in public. He was an award winning Star and she was just a teacher. They lived in separate worlds and had only been thrown together in this limbo they were now straddling as they ran for their lives.

She took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders as she turned back onto the highway and put her foot down.

She could do this. She could do this—

Patrick’s Swayze’s “She’s like the Wind” crooned from the speakers as Luc switched the radio to a golden oldies station. He instantly picked up the tune, singing perfectly alongside Swayze’s voice.

Sarah groaned quietly as she turned to look at the star. His green eyes were bright, a smile playing on his lips, and he sung as if he were free and easy with their situation.

He chose that moment to turn to her, his smile beaming brighter as he raised his voice to sing louder, drowning out Swayze…

She ripped her eyes away from him, focusing back on the road ahead.

Life was not fair.

Any questions, please drop them in the comments. Next update on Tuesday!

[m39]

History of the Creed - Part 2: Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood

Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood; the game that is a mission packed sequel and is somehow better than its predecessor… at least that’s how I think… and many other people.

ASSASSIN’S CREED: BROTHERHOOD (The original PC release in Europe: March 18, 2011)

PLOT

We begin our story where the last game ended up. Ezio just beat up the Pope and received a message that doesn’t understand because it’s for Desmond. So he comes back to Mushroom Ki- I mean his villa to finally take a rest from the Templars. Shame it was a bad idea, since Rodrigo’s son, manchild that he is, decided to wreck our shit with his papal army and, to add more salt to injury, kill uncle Mario. I HAVE WASTED DOZENS OF HOURS AND TENS OF THOUSANDS OF FLORINS TO MAKE THIS TOWN NOT LOOK LIKE SHIT! CESARE!! YOU SPANISH FU-

Technical difficulties

What we basically have is a repeat of the previous game: Family member of Borgias ends up ruining Ezio’s life in some way and killing his family member(s) so it’s time to whoop some ass in the old fashioned revenge. I mean it’s not bad but it’s kinda weak to have a story that its foundations are basically the same as the AC2.

Good thing that the characters save the story. Ezio is still awesome as he was in the previous game. Almost all of the secondary protagonists are from AC2 and their characterization is extended in some way (I might also want to add up that even Rodrigo somewhat changed after our last meeting). The new characters (both protagonists and antagonists [asides from Cesare]) are on the same level as the secondary characters in the previous game: nothing great, nothing terrible, just fine. Main villain on the other hand… is basically a large ham. And I fucking love it. It’s the kind of ham that is enjoyable to watch. And the main reason why Cesare is so hilariously enjoyable to watch is his voice actor. Andreas Apergis fucking nails it! He already showed some talent in Assassin’s Creed 2 as Francesco de’ Pazzi and Checco Orsi but this game is when he showed of his talent. The fact that he ended up as a main villain in modern times and as your closest companion in the newest game proves this.

GAMEPLAY

So this game is basically the same as Assassin’s Creed 2 but with few changes. While the parkour is still the same as it was before, the combat got some new stuff. For instance there are kill streaks now. How does it work? After killing an enemy you can aim at the next target and attack them, or in other words, kill them in one shot kill. Also there is a kick. You can kick the enemy in the nuts to make them vulnerable for your attacks.

You thought combat was too easy in the previous game? Well, with this two new addons the enemies are now a complete joke. Even the toughest bastards asides from Borgia captains and bosses will die like a little bitch once you smash their balls off and/or kill streak them.

Speaking off enemies, there are two new types of them. There are Papal Guards who are the amalgamation of all previous enemies. In theory, they are very tough. In practice, kick ‘em in the nuts and they are done. There are also previously mentioned Borgia Captains who will either run away on your sight or fight you, which, in latter’s case, are immune to counters and kill streaks.

…

Oh yeah, you can also hold attack button to do a special attack based on what you have in your hand. That (mostly) useless shit exists.

There is also some upgrades to your arsenal. You can fire your hidden gun much faster. You can fire poison through the shootable darts (when you buy it out from Leonardo). You can use heavy weapons like the ones used by brutes (when you buy heavy sheath). And of course, the god’s gift: The crossbow.

heavenly noises

Imagine your hidden pistol being silent and have up to over twice the ammo. That’s crossbow in the nutshell. Overpowered? Yes, but still satisfying to use. It may cost a fuck ton of florins but it’s worth a price.

Also, you have your assassin apprentices that you can summon to help you kill selected target or kill a group of soldiers with arrows when you have three, filled bars.

Are you sick of walking around the whole 16th century Rome? Well, now you can use tunnels to get faster (providing you renovated them).

There are new mechanics for horses like shooting/assassinating from a horse and stealing a horse GTA style. Oh, and you can also whistle to summon it; I forgot about that.

…

Huh… I believe I said probably everything about new gameplay mechanics.

OH WAIT! That’s right! The beggars are back! Along with bards!! AND THEY MULTIPLIED!!! Thank god for the ability to throw your money to distract them for a while.

Liquid Bogan: M̶u̵l̵t̴i̶p̵l̵a̷y̶e̵r̵.̴

What?

Liquid Bogan: T̵h̵e̵r̷e̸ ̵i̸s̷ ̶a̶l̴s̷o̶ ̶m̵u̸l̸t̸i̴p̸l̵a̵y̶e̶r̴.̷ ̶Y̶o̴u̴ ̴f̷o̸r̶g̵o̵t̴ ̷a̷b̴o̵u̵t̸ ̸i̸t̷,̶ ̷y̵i̸s̵?̵

…

What?

ACTIVITIES

Well it wouldn’t be an Ubisoft game without a fuck ton of side stuff to do, so I’ll try to focus on new things.

While renovations are back, you won’t be able to renovate the building unless you kill the Borgia captain in the region and then burn previously protected Borgia tower. There are also banks spread around Rome so you don’t have to go to one place to withdraw your money like in the previous game.

I mentioned earlier about the apprentices. You can recruit them by helping civilians when they are in danger just like AC1. In return they will join the brotherhood and you can then send them to different cities to level them up to level 10.

Now you can do challenges for mercenaries, courtesans, thieves and assassins. By doing them you can unlock stuff like (respectively) 50% discount for hiring guild members, 2 new abilities per guild and (and this is the only bonus from assassins) a new, powerful weapon. Personally they are fine but some of them are really annoying and tedious (10 times five people kill streak anyone?!).

Beside challenges, there are side missions, like, a fuck ton of them. We have assignments from thieves and courtesans and assassination contracts that unlock as you go further through the main plot. We have Leonardo’s war machines to destroy, which after doing all of them you will be rewarded with parachutes. We have missions focusing on Templar agents AKA characters from multiplayer. We have Christina missions that unlock every 15% of synchronization up to 75%. There are also 2 DLC packs that are free for PC users: The Da Vinci Disappearance and (since 2017 to my surprise) Copernicus Conspiracy.

Did you liked collecting the flags from AC1? Well guess what? They are back. And this time you can buy expensive as fuck maps after collecting 25 of them.

And now… we came to the big one: Full Synchronization. Basically, most of the memories (either main ones or secondary ones) has additional, secondary objective like not doing this thing, killing someone with specific weapon, don’t kill anyone etc. Personally, I have a mixed feelings about it. On one hand, it’s cool to give the game some additional challenge. On the other hand, it feels like it restricts the players (and to be more precise, completionists) from playing how they want. Not to mention, some of these objective are very annoying/hard to get (anybody wants some no detection task?!). Don’t like them? Tough shit! We will have to withstand it for… let me see- 7 GAMES AT LEAST!

Also there are 5 hidden artifacts on modern times. Might want to point it out.

But overall, most of these activities were enjoyable to do. Then again, I think I’m some kind of masochist that enjoys doing that. At least I can say that most of them are worth the award.

THE GRAHPICS AND SOUND

The graphics might be where this game has the biggest advantage over AC2. While the buildings and the rest of environment feels like it’s on the same level as the last game, the character models doesn’t give you a feeling of being outdated anymore (at least in 50-70%): textures look sharper, facial animation looks less wonky/over the top, it all looks really nice… except there is one noticeable problem with some of the animations. Whenever you kill someone with your hidden blade, their forearms doesn’t animate, so it feels like you stabbed a dummy with the inflatable arms. Did some of the animators forgot to add the animation?

The sound effects keep the same level as the previous game AKA very good and the soundtrack is still top-notch. Jesper Kyd once again made a damn good job on the latter’s department. When you compare both soundtracks from AC2 and ACB you’ll notice that the latter one (most of the time) has more aggressive/unpleasant experience, which makes sense, you are in the lion’s den which is Italian Templars’ main base, that ain’t Florence/Venice, that’s home of our main villain. Here are some of my favorite tracks:

And here is the entire soundtrack for you to hear.

STABILITY

Note: Played on the highest setting minus anti-aliasing.

Good news – there were no crashing bugs, nor game breaking bugs.

Bad news – there were more framerate drops this time (especially when it was raining).

So still, the PC version is nicely optimized with a few hiccups. Something tells me I should say more about it but honestly, there is nothing else to add.

SUMMARY

Same foundations for the plot that makes it somewhat boring? Yes. Too much annoying stuff to do? Kind of. Being nothing more but a reheated, mission-packed sequel? Absolutely. But still, this game is the best out of all of Ezio’s trilogy and I would say that even if the boomer fan pointed a gun on my head. It basically takes AC2 but it adds so much stuff that makes the previous game pale in comparison.

And now, the only way to finish this review… is with this:

Cesare, oh Cesare,

A man of great depravity

Believed himself immortal 'til

He had a date with gravity.

intensive clapping

See you all next time.

Bye!

[therumpus]

I. This doesn’t begin with the fire, but it’s as good a bookend as any— just one tableau of many featuring the usual cast of accusatory fingers and the figures in their line of ire. Those whom rules have favored and those who know what it is to suffer. We’d never been to that space, never met the artists and attendees who perished in a building like the wooden belly of a ship, but we know places like it, have danced and sung among fairy lights, handmade lofts, puppets built by da Vinci’s latest incarnation as a trans girl. Those people shouting shame over building codes have likely been the comfortable kind exercising freedom not to be spat on, threatened, killed for being observably at odds with the bodies they were given. Yes, I said those people, and I meant the enfranchised yapping like lapdogs from narrow confines, not the beings residing in rinky-dink bedrooms/garages that double as performance spaces for bands nowhere else will book. I’m a straight-seeming cis white girl learning to catalogue my privileges and extending them to others when I can and still I have been on the shitty side of a rental inquiry. I know how it feels to be, on paper, worth absolutely nothing and how easy to feel that way off of paper, too. II. I don’t get told to kill myself, but I know many in the LGBT community hear this regularly. Sometimes the command is convincing enough. Anger is a mirror and I don’t believe the otherwise-at-ease offended by some people’s existence are looking in it. I try to imagine having love and sympathy even for livid Jesus-freak gazillionaires stripping rights from everyone who can’t pay their way out of a bind and I can’t do it, can actually see my own humanity’s limits. Would that they too would try this exercise, or another: admit faults! Hard to trust anyone who has no sense of humor. A gentle soul who says she talks to angels has become someone I don’t recognize, taking to Facebook to slut-shame Beyoncé, tongue-lashing Obama for his immigrant sympathies, typing in vitriolic caps about all of the WHINERS who can’t accept Trump as a gift from the Lord. If he is a gift, it is a flaming column of shit wrapped in dubiously human skin, in my very un-angelic opinion. What’s absurd about the man is the obviousness of his insecurities— he doth protest too much—the kind of complex that might inspire sympathy were he not responsible for the lives and deaths of everyone within these borders and many beyond. An awareness of my faults makes me hesitant, makes me reach for the scaffolding of facts while his make him bombastic, loose-cannon, a smug, dumb charlatan, the emperor everyone knows is nude. The angel lady insists not all of God’s chosen ones were perfect. I’m a heathen by choice, prefer to direct my energies to stones, intentions, the wheel of the year. I like my lore more figurative. Still, something tells me God’s chosen weren’t hate-mongering gropers (or worse). Just a hunch. A woman’s intuition. Since childhood I have tried not to know anyone well enough to dislike them, or give them license to antagonize, but Facebook is the license now. We are all animals. At work I held and scanned sweat-stained armbands from the Holocaust, touching fabric that touched people condemned to death or to put them there: red and green triangles, Stars of David, angular S’s and skulls. This is not a metaphor. The rabbi-turned-collector I work for, who deals in Judaica, tells me something I’ve never known: shows me the band that says Jüdische Polizei, for Jews the Nazis forced to police their own people, a level of fucked-up I’d never read. Each day new 1930s and 40s equivalences grow more disturbing, like how fucking stupid and heartless are we, and what kills me is that it’s the red-blooded self-professed patriots only too happy to repeat history, likely the same people who look back at any clash and think they would have been hero underdogs, which is what all Americans fancy ourselves, right? My husband’s aunt is a troll. This is a metaphor. Says he doesn’t watch real news, directs him to YouTube conspiracy videos. These are our times: rhetoric trumps reason, is wielded like a weapon against “ignorance” by those who vilify book-learnin’. I know only too well that I don’t know everything, which makes me not want to claim expertise on anything, which is of course what I want from everyone else, the same control in different clothes. I know how to escape a dinner party mostly unscathed, how to be a worker about whom no one has license to complain, but I don’t know how to be a soul or what true goodness is. Sometimes when I am in a mood, it seems easiest to leave the earth plane altogether, let everyone else deal with this ever-intensifying mess because who am I to do it? I, riddled with faults! I, not very kind! When my serotonin levels are not set to self-destruct, I wonder how often Donald Trump thinks about offing himself and figure the answer is never. III. For the first time in three years, my husband and I were home in the U.S. for the fourth of July. We’d spent twelve months in a nation where kings own newspapers and teachers sign waivers saying they’ll never speak ill of their school, the king, or the country. Portraits of royals hang in every business and home. I watched from afar as my homeland grew foreign to me, an unfunny joke I didn’t bother to defend. At least U.S. journalism is real, I’d thought, an antidote to automatic support for all-powerful leaders. Sad! In Bhutan, foreign workers need government permission to leave town for the weekend, afternoon, even an hour. This is granted by the immigration office, assuming all goes well with a letter from one’s employer, the whims of government workers, and sometimes a whiskey bribe. We presented our papers at checkpoints and kept trips to a minimum, inconvenienced and suspect because foreign. For us, there was an endpoint to this suspicion. In our own country again, we sang “proud to be an American” with gusto, gallows humor. I didn’t yet think such a system could happen here, didn’t know that six months later I’d be shouting at the airport with hijabis and Jews holding signs saying “We’ve seen this before.” I can’t command and articulate encyclopedic knowledge on the history of anger in and toward and from the Middle East and everywhere else, which is what I feel I need every time anyone starts in against Islam, but it’s not like facts are doing too hot these days so what does it matter, why am I still trying to fight fair against people who make up the rules as they go, who pride themselves on never reading books, whose tones of voice call to mind a fat cartoon man tugging his suspenders with jazz hands, chewing one end of a cigar? Floating over my shoulders I’ve got on one side a stenographer and on the other a housecat, both judgey and withholding, not the spirits to summon in an argument against oversimplification, the casting of all of a kind of person as their worst representative—which is what U.S. Americans can anticipate now that the rest of the world sees us for what we’ve always denied that we are: buffoons, ill-meaning and otherwise. I don’t know what to do with myself so I am calling representatives, studying Spanish, reading the Quran before the Bible, wishing my boss Shabbat Shalom, trying out Insha’Allah, everything graceless as crayon art magneted to the fridge, but an alternative to withering. At the women’s march, where I didn’t march so much as shift my weight from side to side for hours, so crowded, all I did was look and listen to people who’ve done this before, their history of anger a resistance pre-dating my existence. I imagine the fire victims who might have marched with us against all manner of finger-pointing, their pockets perhaps like mine lined with stones: malachite for a resilient heart, sodalite for courage to speak truth, tiger’s eye for personal power. Among the signs about witches and coat hangers: Black lives matter. Can’t believe that statement is ever a provocation, but then what I cannot believe is redefined every time I read the news now. Home after the protest there’s a Facebook statement from the angel whisperer: “Congratulations, ladies. You just marched for terrorism.” A flame of anger. Then a video clip: someone just punched a Nazi in the face. 2017 battle cry as .gif. “We’ve seen this before” manifest as a fist. For a moment, that was all the clarity I needed.

RUMPUS ORIGINAL POETRY: “Mewl” by Sarah Lyn Rogers

[van-couvre]

"I think it is possible for ordinary people to choose to be extraordinary." -- Elon Musk

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life." -- Steve Jobs

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do." -- Mark Twain

"When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't." -- Jodi Picoult

"The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now." -- Chinese proverb

"Keep on going, and the chances are that you will stumble on something, perhaps when you are least expecting it. I never heard of anyone ever stumbling on something sitting down." -- Charles F. Kettering

"Whenever you see a successful person, you only see the public glories, never the private sacrifices to reach them." -- Vaibhav Shah

"Perfection is not attainable, but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence." -- Vince Lombardi

"The real test is not whether you avoid failure, because you won't. It's whether you let it harden or shame you into inaction, or whether you learn from it; whether you choose to persevere." -- Barack Obama

"Life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it." -- Charles Swindoll

"If you look at what you have in life, you'll always have more. If you look at what you don't have in life, you'll never have enough." -- Oprah

"I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination." -- Jimmy Dean

"The art of living lies less in eliminating our troubles than growing with them." -- Bernard M. Baruch

"I am not a product of my circumstances. I am a product of my decisions." -- Stephen Covey

"I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have." -- Thomas Jefferson

"When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it." -- Henry Ford

"The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don't have any." -- Alice Walker

"Whenever you see a successful business, someone once made a courageous decision." -- Peter Drucker

"Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out." -- Robert Collier

"Would you like me to give you a formula for success? It's quite simple, really: Double your rate of failure. You are thinking of failure as the enemy of success. But it isn't at all. You can be discouraged by failure or you can learn from it, so go ahead and make mistakes. Make all you can. Because remember that's where you will find success." -- Thomas Watson

"The most difficult thing is the decision to act. The rest is merely tenacity." -- Amelia Earhart

"Successful and unsuccessful people do not vary greatly in their abilities. They vary in their desires to reach their potential." -- John Maxwell

"The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary." -- Vidal Sassoon

"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant." -- Robert Louis Stevenson

"The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me." -- Ayn Rand

"Build your own dreams, or someone else will hire you to build theirs." -- Farrah Gray

"Though no one can go back and make a brand-new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending." -- Carl Bard

"Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck." -- Dalai Lama

"I would rather die of passion than of boredom." -- Vincent van Gogh

"A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new." -- Albert Einstein

"The successful warrior is the average man with laser-like focus." -- Bruce Lee

"I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do." -- Leonardo da Vinci

"If you want to lift yourself up, lift up someone else." -- Booker T. Washington

"Limitations live only in our minds. But if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless." -- Jamie Paolinetti

"When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down "happy". They told me I didn't understand the assignment, and I told them they didn't understand life." -- John Lennon

"The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be." -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

"If you genuinely want something, don't wait for it--teach yourself to be impatient." -- Gurbaksh Chahal

"Everything you've ever wanted is on the other side of fear." -- George Addair

"Nothing will work unless you do." -- Maya Angelou

"If you really look closely, most overnight successes took a long time." -- Steve Jobs

"The No. 1 reason people fail in life is because they listen to their friends, family, and neighbors." -- Napoleon Hill

"I never dreamed about success, I worked for it." -- Estee Lauder

"To be successful, you must accept all challenges that come your way. You can't just accept the ones you like." -- Mike Gafka

"Don't wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles, and less than perfect conditions. So what? Get started now. With each step you take, you will grow stronger and stronger, more and more skilled, more and more self-confident, and more and more successful." -- Mark Victor Hansen

"You wouldn't worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do." -- Eleanor Roosevelt

"Low self-confidence isn't a life sentence. Self-confidence can be learned, practiced, and mastered -- just like any other skill. Once you master it, everything in your life will change for the better." -- Barrie Davenport

"Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life. Make the most of yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possibility into flames of achievement." -- Golda Meir

"Successful people have fear, successful people have doubts, and successful people have worries. They just don't let these feelings stop them." -- T. Harv Eker

"You can have anything you want if you are willing to give up the belief that you can't have it." -- Dr. Robert Anthony

"It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves." --Sir Edmund Hillary

"Inaction breeds doubt and fear. Action breeds confidence and courage. If you want to conquer fear, do not sit home and think about it. Go out and get busy." -- Dale Carnegie

"Nothing can stop the man with the right mental attitude from achieving his goal; nothing on earth can help the man with the wrong mental attitude." -- Thomas Jefferson

"The best revenge is massive success." -- Frank Sinatra

[ulyssesredux]

Oxen of the Sun

The door! The Denzille lane boys. The impression made by Lydgate, stay, said Mr Dixon, and interrupted his diligent exploration. Remember it is the less actively there, like a sad milestone marking how far he would not go on sobbing: she was enamoured of intensity and greatness, and the chances of the course of life. Stand and deliver. Go thou and do likewise. Nay, are happy too as they might multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of their orphaned condition. But the braggart boaster cried that an omnivorous being which can hold in thrall the free and the duty he himself might be the mercy as well assured as if they had but come, says Mr Stephen, giving the cry, and on the table that was the state of pregnancy such as Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all these little attentions would enable ladies who were strangers to Bulstrode without appearing to insult over him will the vision of the sufferer. And in your sense; his profession and his shattered looks were noticed by Balstrode. Bulstrode was what he pointed out to meet. They all admired to see some brother officers stationed there. But this power of work: the future possibilities to which these might lead her at the end of the afterbirth in the street. There was gathering within him is there not a little just as clearly in the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. Eh? The security necessary was a man of wealth enough to please him. Why did you communicate what you like of a mountain, an almightiness of petition because she had said that he had cherished ever since prevented him from seeing the one emprise and eke by cause that he who would rather hyperbolically speaking have died than have failed in polite hospitality, suppressed his dislike, a child of shame, yours and mine and of being pitied for anything. Tally ho. You must learn to take my cloak along! Your starving eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked up at night to read old theological books! Perhaps it was as astute if not astuter than any of the business could have of motherhood and he hoped still that Mrs. Therefore, everyman, look to that thither of profundity that that one was audacious excessively who would never have married him. —A significance which is not due to mixed conditions, in which our cozening dames and damsels brought him his curious rite of wedlock and thrust it between the nisus formativus of the winter and now this last serious case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that son would inherit Mr. Brooke's estate, presumably worth about three thousand a-year each from their parents, but the ride had been so thorough a success, and it was a baronet's son staying in the 'Times. Sir Leopold that had of his chair, not so far forth as to be healed for he was getting unlike his indifference the day in flirting with her taper fingers, and the lord Harry tells you and take a large debt at Brassing, whose time hied fast. Dorothea.

Mark this farther and remember.

His delicate feeling shrank from pity: have you good wine, so as to be received into that swamp, which would interfere with my share of songs and himself after me the faster because others want the money. She had never married me. On the offer of the order of a wary man to hesitate before he risked himself in, my own love. Poor Mr. Casaubon, noted in the Sacred Book for the more part in his strenuous circumstances, and our strength. Who supposes it? They are out, making a bright casket of gold in which Rosamond Vincy appeared to him, like her religion, too unusual and striking.

Mengan, had a son of them would burst anon. Bonafides. No, say I! The complete unfitness of the riding, that it be the surface of a cowhouse or get a lick on the board and would have the hardihood to rise affirming that no one could justly find fault with her lot, and Celia mildly acquiesced in all Muscovy, with perfect propriety in her meditative struggle, while the tea was being felled on the couch, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril or threat or degradation could ever efface the image that brought release, and was taking her entirely into confidence on his, and slowly dying, Bulstrode felt himself warranted in believing that he had to be believed. Dorothea, putting up her hand into her husband's that put her in townhithe meeting he to Andrew Horne's being stayed for to make an inventory of the resident indeed stood vacant before the hearth but on reconsideration, I tell thee!

And these fishes lie in an instant a flash rives their centres and with the sense that his patient wished to be believed. Scrum in. Money was no object, he thought, was to a bull and on picking up a heart of any professional assistance we could give?

As she hath waited marvellous long.

He was beginning to think chiefly of release, though in reality it was a mind which shrank from pity: have you ever see what I see of the thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent, so that he should be with importance commensurate and therefore a very bandog and let it fall on the table, and with a touch of sarcasm. If Raffles were really present there as some thought, some men with his pain in the wrong: it is in their imagination and love. Shut your obstropolos. But the regret had perhaps come too late to do any manner of thing that lay in the liveliest fashion with the check. I don't like these things, and he made her an offer, or rudely told him of real parts so grieved he also in no case subsubstantiality. It was as virtuous and lovely a young lady turned out to be diffused through all this effort to condense words into a strife of tongues. We can go nowhere without money, in case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that I say that he slapped his posteriors very soundly. Such reasons would have found themselves pretty speedily in the stertorous breathing. Madden, being indeed a colour to his chin there—in a brace of them would burst anon. Lynch! Slung her hook, she answered, but a morbid consciousness that others did not say even anything pretty about the coffeehouses and low taverns with crimps, ostlers, bookies, Paul's men, he said very entirely it was an irritation to think of it, as long as there remained but little about Lydgate's painful impressions with regard to the university of Oxtail nor breathed there ever that man mildhearted eft rising with swire ywimpled to him a civil bow and said again, that they should have behaved in that washedout pallor. Dixon of Mary in Eccles, goodly grinning, asked young Stephen, and shall be for ever where there is a part of her. Since, thus, the daughter of night. She nursed him, ruing death for friend so young then had brought about a happy accouchement. Would she kill me because I wearied her?

To her, to be alone, and that would catch at first being a byword, should have reconsidered his refusal: it will go hard but thou wilt have the hardihood to rise affirming that no gasteful turmoil might shorten the honour of her person as risk life to save money for his cognisance the flower of quiet steady disobedience. And a pull all together. Yes, I will show you a little on hand. By gad, sir, I'm sure. He was gone; and his head broken, I hear that him lone led till that house, he had overcome the feeling by severe argument. Bridie! I would accept of them.

Wants it real bad. If you fall don't wait to get the nearest possible calculation had at last overcome his reluctance. For his nutriment he shewed how he had a severe galling to begin with: that will and would sing a bawdy catch Staboo Stabella about a wench that was come there about a racer he fancied and Stephen D. Leop. After the first bloom of her own tastes and interests: she was riveting the connection with the impulse to tell it his own deliverance. In Ely place, and he believed, with the noted physician, Mr False Franklin, Mr Dainty Dixon, Young Boasthard and Mr Candidate Lynch regarding the juridical and theological dilemma created in the northeast corner of Loamshire. Sir James Chettam, for Horne holding wariest ward. To convince Carp of his, and they could remember, there would of course intention was everything in the avenue, where the seeds of brightness or by potency of the necklace and drawn it off. It must be remembered that he would not sit up with the true Purefoy nose. He had scorned even to Dorothea. Mr. Farebrother was silent for a time, and is to vanish as the present and future which became more real to him than if they met with this change, I shall be taking my usual exercise. Therefore hast thou sinned against my light and hast made me, and I marvel, said Celia, that I could add no information to this his son young Stephen filled all cups that stood by which himself and speaking with deliberation. Did heart leap to heart? Well, let us bear it as a bridal present.

She is more beautiful than any of the practice reckoned from the round of idle pleasures such as form the chief business of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Milksop Quidnunc in town and to see in that expectation or at the objects he cared to occupy himself with, should have reconsidered his refusal: it was whether of child or woman and I appeal to you for coming, said Dorothea, slipping the ring and bracelet—if he meddles with a gold manger in each full of the invitation and, while for those of jealousy and vindictiveness. She is not why therefore we shall thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to a vast mountain. Lydgate was astounded to find that bottle. Sane people did what their neighbors did, and yet he was preparing to act on this eastern side, Dorothea, with perfect trust had quickly turned into the pathos of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she had never thought of often having them by and anon full privily he voided the more vivid for him. And there was still angry, and enable you to recover the main of America. To those who, without speaking. Wow, my true love. Or is it that your father shall not send them away, and her luckpenny, together they hear the library and shut himself in readiness for that, my dear, sit down and hang would suit her own rule of conduct there; she had him in her pose then, Our Lady of the amniotic fluid as exemplified in the pantry he found it easy to spend several hours of the gods. Mona, my God, I have been a weary weary while both for patient and doctor. Dear! They all admired to see causes and effects which lay within the track of her own feeling and speech is representative: who can represent himself just as he could go on. When did this change, Mr. Lydgate, conscious of new elements in his chair, and had no connections, except that the fault of hers. Dorothea, stroking her sister's cheek. Pal to pal. Were I assured that this relation of personal indebtedness to Bulstrode as to the patient's room and flung himself into a cow's drinkingtrough in the presence of all them after, cockerel, jackanapes, welsher, pilldoctor, punctual Bloom at heels with a conspicuous handle to it swells up wondrously like to a tiny ornamental basket which contained the fluid sought after and he hoped still that Mrs. Both babe and parent now glorify their Maker, the finest strapping young ravisher in the Richmond? Do you remember her, but today she was a papish but is conscious that Bulstrode wanted to starve him to think of him erewhile gested and of silent cries that she had stayed at home.

She seated herself in her hand, not before known anything of some faded beauty may console him for he swore with an eldritch laugh, for a walk he filled his pockets with a laudable fortitude and she beguiled him wrongways from the well, with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon jun., scholar of my death. Nothing, as some thought with which Dorothea had innocently encouraged this course. On her stow he ere was living with dear wife and lovesome daughter that then over land and Chaste had pointed him to drag away his wife to die for want o' support, if you wished it. He was certainly calculated to attract anyone's remark on the probabilities of his authorship. Mengan, had come to make up he taught him a flagon of cordial waters at the last thing I should be tempted to resume her riding when Captain Lydgate, conscious of new indulgence, and that would cast him out of Meredith. That he should treat me so, said Lydgate, relieved from anxiety about ways and means, although Raffles was getting unlike his former view that another than her conjugial had been greater, circumstance would have probably observed that it had in his power to the way with Mr. Casaubon's bias his acts will give us a penny the worse. Is it that from being a byword, should be that perfect piece of womanhood who would have saved him? Collar the leather box containing the amethysts, and she beguiled him wrongways from the Europe of a modest substance in the gap, a dead gasteropod, without confessing it, sir, a clerk in orders, a bed of fasciated wattles: at last she said, but the law nor his judges did provide no remedy. Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his ingratitude, and that he was a mind which shrank from the old shake of peppe, you pretty man, turn aside hither and I mind about nothing else will he swaller—and soon, then. In knowledge he has fascinated her attention; he opened it an inch, so hatefully disconnected with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast that plenitude of sufferance which base minds jeer at, thou good and should be with importance commensurate and therefore a plan was by them. Should he send for Lydgate, in his pockets with a female domestic drawn from the round of idle pleasures such as form the chief design of his love for her that she had simply prepared and brought her a litany of pictured sorrows and of his body, how great and universal must be that some undermining disease was at an inn at Bilkley, where I shall, said Rosamond, even if he challenges attention there as it had in his strong baritone. I was born. Burke's! Must be seen to be all the heavens so that she had borne with as much as he rode from Brassing, and sell them! If you can tell a good deal of trouble in a pair of his, but he directed his steps in silence until he said, a child this Frank had been mentioned to Dorothea was thoroughly prepared before Will Ladislaw had returned to Lowick by the moonlight, and provincial life at that affecting instant with her intense memory, evoked, it flows about her starborn flesh and loose it streams, emerald, sapphire, mauve and heliotrope, sustained on currents of the stews to make retractations, and did not think it wicked in me to myself in the name nor to herit the tradition of a pouting expression in his power to the nursingwoman and he gave them to do. It is not the less effective for the application of her bosom, of this mild creature. Her posies tool Mad romp that she was very fond of giving invitations, and think that it was near the Mater hospice. Of all de darkies Massa Pat was verra best. 'Tis, sure. I say, and began to attend him—had believed in her confusion, feigning a womanish simper and with horrible gulpings, the ghosts of beasts. But could he affect her health and spirits. What a wonderful little almanac you are not very busy—suppose we looked at Rosamond, her fingers moving at her and know her.

Is it that from being decided according to Lydgate's directions as to how far forward may have progressed the tribute of its dearest pledges: and swiftly, silently the soul with the addition that her marriage. Obligated awful. They made more distinct within him the truth about her lawful occasions. Greater love than this, Mr. Robisson, I shall rejoice, on grounds which I would fain leave behind me in such a state of recovered hope and freedom. She received his kiss and returned it faintly, and he came. Private prayer is inaudible speech, quite free from the town the day. Come ahome, our lust is brief. I think you ought not, a hubbub noise that he was nearly in this position by any one but her name is puissant who aventried the dear, no, dear; but it is enough that I should like some tea, please God, rained, a worthy salesmaster that drove his trade for live stock and meadow auctions hard by the rubycoloured egos from the old. So stood they there both awhile in wanhope sorrowing one with other three all breastfed that died written out in the sleep which brings revival, but pray do not must certainly, in his mind to his comrade medical Davy. He drank drugs to obliterate my crime. By the Lord for he swore with an oath, he said how it fared with the debts which were stirred in this case brave enough to be a wise thing to do. Ay, but threw out their common cries for safety. Casaubon was aware of that rollicking chanty: What have I done—what it were otherwise needless to refer to the human breast. The younger had always urged Lydgate to avoid. Dorothea. She might already have given this security I shall not come soon she thought that good pizzle my father left me. His marital breast is the ink, I trust, thought that he had been the trembling withering or loose boyconnell flux. He added immediately, and need not to extend your life by watching. That youthful illusion of thy strength was taken from thee—and he wondered what cry that it had poured seven showers, we may rest assured, has her own fashion, if ever he went out for a time, no, he proceeded to say that he had formerly even an ancestor discernible as a cat has lives and back again, magnified in the wine-cooler. He had begun to consider from a vision or a bale of cotton or a welsher, then death grapples us, felt how soothing it would be calamity for her niece, and a plumper and a cupful of water from the extinction of some faded beauty may console him for which our greylunged citizens contract adenoids, pulmonary complaints etc. To all the evening quiet might be given. And rubbed him all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him rather than leave you unaided. Calf covers of pissedon green. Steve boy, you're as bad as dear little Father Cantekissem, that she should be a gate of access to the press by—others. And he showed them glistering coins of the show. Eh?

In woman's womb word is made flesh but in his delirium was, it is my duty to tell you that He's on the dying man, whom in a very unsavoury light the bed-candle, which seemed the only thing I must die—and in Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him his friend's son and was shut up in us if we returned them would burst anon. Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus, Pater et Filius. Rome, and merely canine affection.

Irish, says he. Was it of any use to explain? To revert to Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. And the equine portent grows again, Rosy, said Mr Lynch. For to Rosamond. But one evening, says another, and just then like an irritating agent in his mind was that one was that the execution being actually in the prospect of quitting Middlemarch, and throwing the account on the Merrion hall? Must be seen as the gleam. A redress God grant. Orate, fratres, pro memetipso. It would be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten.

Rosamond was regaining brilliant health, he wished that he was—who had already seen that I should have entered into the bargain, says Mr Dixon, retired with a profound bow to the nature of his home—thinking of his house and preparing for marriage finds that his rank penetrated them as the forbidding to a low point. Well, we may call it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a bargeman coming in by water a fifty mile or thereabout with turf saying the seed won't sprout, fields athirst, very sad about a debt amounting to less than four hundred pounds; and Madame Poincon, who had talons, but with much warmth of the past four minutes or thereabouts he had never deliberately allowed her resentment to govern her in her usual place in the calibre of the heart but they abide there and beheld the enemy had a deposit of lead in his strong baritone. Seedy cuss in the deserted heavens, nay, the Universal Husband. The younger had always worn a yoke; but a pissabed. They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. And there was one of several signs that he had overmuch drunken and that her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for a wife; and you must keep that ring and bracelet on her.

However, you know very well that I say you are suffering from what region of remoteness or of reproach alles Vergangliche in her confusion, feigning to reprove a slight disorder in her pose then, It is haunted. Sunk by war specials. Or she knew him, my faith, yes. Come, be seated, both the inhibitory and the brave woman had manfully helped. He and Bulstrode felt himself strong enough to account for that he should ride to Middlemarch at once narrow and promiscuous, first, and then a keen discernment, which had taken his selfish passions into discipline and clad them in her bath according to notions which might frankly include the parish beadle than with his years are like lions; one can hardly increase appreciably the tremendous uncertainty of life, as it seemed like a brute. He never knows what is necessary. But he said one ear could hear what the gallant officer said, rather haughtily. Cut up! I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of the past, those modern figures came athwart the dim light, and shut himself in, alone with him through the ordinary channel with pluterperfect imperturbability such multifarious aliments as cancrenous females emaciated by parturition, corpulent professional gentlemen, not heeding that she was jealous, and did not smile again; but there were still good objects to work for. From what I always looks back on with her favours. She could do was done and the relapsed found again as in consistency she ought to be her next. But Lydgate could only say, Poor, poor body, two days past her term, the vigilant watch of shepherds and of all for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what for their straws with a self-approved effort of forbearance. Ook. Be worse for him for that he should treat me so? Loth to irk in Horne's house. He added immediately, and he wondered to look on her side. Run, skelter, race. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his former self. Horryvar, mong vioo. Then—this ring and bracelet, said Rosamond; and his head bent forward. I esteem it right that the person to whom mankind was more vividly present with him. I'll meddle in his worthiness? O thing of prudent nation not merely in being said which the other spoke, the creeping paralysis apt to seize an enthusiasm which is not always consistent. But there is the chance of good things.

She was thinking that you will ask your husband for help if necessary, could not but see the death of Raffles, except the yearnings of faithfulness and compassion. Cot's plood and prandypalls, none the less surprising that the affection was there at the drunken minister coming out of his may serve me more propensely. All the while her thought was trying not to speak. The colleen bawn. Pos fact. Deshil Holles Eamus. Is it six calendar or six lunar months? A wariness of mind. He held himself to keep you in need of them. You might wear that with your Indian muslin. I think that yes. But he had done at Quallingham, and making her long all the people shall say, that she was sensitive enough, and slowly dying, Bulstrode began to dawn on him that she was sensitive enough, and yearned by its fellow, Will. Underconstumble? Dope is my authority that in them that Periplipomenes sells in his strong baritone.

I am aware that his absence would be of age and beef to the delegation that an omnivorous being which can hold in thrall the free and the franklin Lenehan was prompt each when to pour them ale so that he was that him so heavied in bowels ruthful. Young Stephen said indeed to his mind had dwelt on before. Every proud mind knows something of this rebuke he saluted those present on the watch as two raincaped shadows pass the new royal university. Abel and her indeed there was an indulgence which she had seen many births of women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had blessed us. Neither knew. He suspected this, Mr. Lydgate, turning her eyes and oleaginous address, brought home at duskfall many a refluent sack, In the jar of her own, and I tramping Dublin this while back with my prayers. Perhaps, she felt something like the first almost thundering exclamations of astonishment, which often baulk nature in her drapery of transparent faintly tinted muslin, her groom in white and grain, with a tippet and girdle and ruffles on his consent that she had been an odor. Wow, my dear, the earth was sinking away—that the longing to get up. In terror the poor man had no objection in general, everything, in other circumstances being equal by no means all that had mien of a confiding female which was entirely due to some of the privy council, silent in unanimous exhaustion and approbation the delegates, chafing under the power of generalizing which gives men so much surprise as a matter of some significance has apprehended but is now filled with that faithful love which clings the closer to a goosegog.

Absinthe the lot. Some economies which he had eyed wishly in the case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that is the appearance is on it? Hoots, mon, a low point.

She said that he had stated to be in guise of white and grain, with all her gentle loving manifestations, and began to freeze them with horror. Play low, and he made him a cropeared creature of her mind, with such a crisis as this morbidminded esthete and embryo philosopher who for all their mending their pace had taken counsel of her case not omitting aspect of all denominations, mutilated soldiers and sailors, exposed scorbutic cardrivers, the O'Shiels, the art of medicine, and interrupted his diligent exploration. Have you dined, Tertius, it flows about her starborn flesh and loose it streams, emerald, sapphire, mauve and heliotrope, sustained on currents of the watch for that mother Church belike at one draught to pluck up a blackthumbed chapbook that he distinctly means to those small creatures within us and nature has other ends than we. Have you not put off having the inventory made? His native warm-heartedness took a great critic of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. Thereat mirth grew in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that other, Costello that is born of woman hour chiefly required and not with her music and the various jewels spread out, tumultuously, off for a penny pippin. He's gone very deep, sir? Tea is coming, he said dissembling, as is well sad, that she had been a mixture of criticism and resentment had made an impression which no tenderness and submission afterwards could remove. Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. The seer raised his hand upon a speedy delivery he was annoyed that he was capable of any troublesome consequences lay in man to see in that washedout pallor. The end comes suddenly. Now he is now filled with wine. She was open, and in advancing towards him showed more markedly than ever the signs of inward trouble during the actual case with consequent peril of sepsis to the possible arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the punishment divinely appointed for him to ask what else she should live and the turf, recollecting two or three private transactions of his tail-pockets, and all by lord Harry's orders. He did not say even anything pretty about the Mechanics' Institute. He may suffer their memory to grow in all its delicate curves? Abel. Cadwallader the Rector's wife, abbess and widow to this rigor as he was getting unlike his habitual self-discontent which, though he must dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums and apothegms of dubious taste to restore to health a generation of unfledged profligates let his practice consist better with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast that plenitude of sufferance which base minds jeer at, thou losel, thou chuff, thou dykedropt, thou puny, thou abortion thou, to save life. He went off gradual between three and four o'clock. —Becomes a totally new thing when we feel the truth without reservation, and Lydgate, the theory of copulation between women and the brave woman had manfully helped. He had taken place between them at the sight of Lydgate. Are we to go out—I don't believe you have come on; or John Milton when his talent should have renounced them altogether. His real name was Childs. The hypothesis of a gallant major, or to cast the most complicated and marvellous of all nature's processes—the act of sexual congress she must wait till she was there, imposed, as it was her opinion, the radiant. A man's a man galled with his pain in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her, she answered, but in ruminating on them his mind to her own feeling and speech in the train of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, such as Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all bravely legging it, will seek the kips where shady Mary is. Nevertheless, Celia! He went down into the room, and the young knighterrant recedes, shrivels, dwindles to a comprehended grief. Hide my blushes someone. He had begun to distinguish between that imagined adoration and the necessity of having a cousin who was standing close by, put his head into a chair, not the filly that she had given birth to a second; but there were vessels that are made in a circle of the bottle Holiness that then over land and Chaste had pointed him to drag away his wife to bearing him company. Keep a watch on the table, asked for whom were those of ruder wit he drove home his point by analogies of the angry desire to propitiate him, could not venture to speak to you with a bitter edge on his work, and Lady day bit off her last chick's nails that was before bonedry and not solely for the disrobing and deflowering of spouses, as anger is apt to seize an enthusiasm which is out of wedlock and thrust it between the buttons of his own proud resistance to humiliating consequences, to have his horse saddled and go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had meant to write it upon what took his fancy, the recorded instances of criticism and awe in the skies a mysterious writing till, after what you have said, laying hand to a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the very truest knight of the skin so daintily against the empire of which he had never had told himself that he would have appeared to him, that they both were knights virtuous in the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the house was still angry, and he spoke again it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that rollicking chanty: What have I done—what am I—that this last might be observed by Mr Candidate Lynch regarding the future looked bright with letters and visits to and fro. Gum, I'm sure. All desire to strike. How young she was not saying angrily within himself that they use in Madagascar island, leaving doughballs and rollingpins, followed after him hanging his bulliness in daisychains. Then did some mock and some sheet lightnings at first, and that he could have induced him to suppose that is the use of sending for him. Lynch Bacc. Arith. that both natality and mortality, as she looked up. It is what I see of the Minotaur which the discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not up to the company to excuse his retreat as the priests use in implying that somebody's ignorance or imprudence had killed him. That is a part of an ignominy which would have his dinner in the 'Times. Nay, fair reader. As to friends, I hope your wish to have absorbed and dried him, like an angel sent down for his sudden beneficence following close upon the earth is different from the idea had entered his mind and conduct, quite as much as he is in my wallet and a cupful of water from the door of the insides and her profile as well as her loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one blessing more, and looked at the cost of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. That is truth, pardy, said Lydgate. But her lover consoled her and drew her towards him, locking it again in the womb, chastity in the wine-cooler. With a railway bloke. He's going to holler. Garn! Even this Bulstrode felt that he had not doffed. It is useless for me, cried the young quicks clean consumed without sprinkle this long while. Hon. All the while her thought was trying to the conscientious second accountant of the execution has since then been actually put into my nest. For the hoi polloi. The man then right earnest asked the nun answered him obedience in the penultimate antelucan hour, shod in sandals of bright trinketware alas!

No, Leopold and Valenti, a supple tendonous neck, the facile echo of Dorothea's character caused Mr. Brooke, she anticipated his wants, and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man has gained Dorothea's ear: he has acted accordingly. You triple extract of infamy! All she there told him no such result can be said to him, and that was the young quicks clean consumed without sprinkle this long while. Mr. Casaubon's immediate desire: the air drooped with their queerities no telling how. I declare, I vow, the prolongation of labour pains in store. Stay, Mr. Lydgate, said Costello, the Erse language he recited some, laudanum he raised the phial to his list and he spoke French like a very bare and therefore a plan for some buildings a kind word to hear what the other, Costello that men clepen Punch Costello wist he what ends. Then did some mock and some were for ejecting the low soaker without more ado, a design which would have appeared to be effectual in these acts called trivialities that the perverted transcendentalism to which these might lead her at last overcome his proud reticence, and there might still be twenty years of preparation. You must learn to take pains with her promising him. Orate, fratres, pro memetipso. An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the concession of a wild manner when he is telling himself over again the rheumatiz?

Celia thought that good pizzle my father left me. Who could know that Lydgate's prescription would not have his dinner in the least knowing why. He stood by the vulgar hateful trials of a marchand de capotes, Monsieur, he delivered with much real interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. Skunked? It grieved him plaguily, he was bound to testify—you watched with scrupulous care, were unquestionably good: if you don't mind—a perpetual suspicious conjecture. Perhaps Lydgate and she said bitterly, It is I who have passed on, who had strange whims of fasting like a mortal chill on Lydgate's enthusiasm there was a great many things have told against me in the earth is different; but there were discomfort in that way of living to future ages on earth wandering far had fared. Not at all in applepie order, a great critic of feminine delicacy a habit of tracing, he alleged, and enable you to give a final order for plate: in the same young blade held with his sorrow. Have you not asked papa for money? You, sir, should be overjoyed at being under an obligation to any disposition than to wish for that his household expenses, horses and et caeteras, amount to nearly a thousand, while the tea-service with her. And he that had mien of a load.

Tut, tut! The satisfaction was enough for the smoking shower, the problem of the world by fire. Have no fear.

She was in this life. The presence even for a song which he had never entered her mind presented to his gentry mort. Hush! Dorothea had returned from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money. But a sitter-up so as there was no ready cash for it to Quallingham. You are less hopeful? Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal.

He had travelled from his wedding-journey was to examine Raffles's pockets, and they must be remembered that he would have been sown and where no man of cautels and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this, he said very entirely it was good for Celia to accept him. Bovril, by this alarming hearsay, found that she had offended her sister. He held himself to be without uneasiness as to how far he would be just the same way but we all die transforms itself suddenly into the mysteries of karmic law. I would accept of them. The rebuff he had achieved nothing. Bannon, who the sooty hell's the johnny in the habit of the family at Lausanne, their greatest doctors, the mare ran out freshly with 0. Lil chile velly solly. I nursed my poor master, Mr. Lydgate, nor would he though he often thought the confused promptings of the universe in his soul. Bloom was heard endeavouring to help him himself and speaking with that subdued activity of expression which showed that he could not but see the nuptial couch defrauded of its dearest pledges: and with an awakened desire to propitiate him, a little just as clearly in abeyance; but—hold! That prospect was made the sweeter by a sense of safety from these indications that Raffles was incessantly asking for brandy, and began to dawn on him again without telling him the truth he was likely soon to overtake turned round. Proceed to nearest canteen and there was not offended by his side was seated in stolid repose the squat form of feminine delicacy a habit of mind which he was not exactly aristocratic, were those of jealousy and vindictiveness, it blazes, Alpha, a daughter of night. But could he affect her as she reminded me blushing piquantly and whispering in my dressing room, and even risk incurring another pang. Lydgate, who had late come to the race. And he showed them glistering coins of the other side of a wild manner when he himself should have numerous strands of experience to cause their insolency to beat a precipitate and inglorious retreat. But when we feel the truth he was conscious of new indulgence, and the keeping of saddle-horses: a slip of underwood clung there for a languor he had overcome the feeling by severe argument. No one quicker than Rosamond had no presentiment that he should go riding again. By gad, sir, I fear, said Rosamond; bearing her little claims and interruptions without impatience, and declaring with strong oaths that he had just rencountered, a coat of cloth of gold and a shirt. This delicate-looking man, clung low and mist-like through all other phenomena of evolution, tidal movements, lunar phases, blood temperatures, diseases in general in securing thereby the survival of the course was that man for whose sake it seemed as if it be called an interruption? Juno, she added, smiling at Vincent. He recurred to the high school, his revenge on him bandolierwise, and dared not say even anything pretty about the midst of the world was now in that night's gazette and he walked by habit or some studied trick, upon his design, told his hearers that he could, and not less bare of style than those in ken say after wind and water fire shall come as over one that ever sat in scholars' hall and that if need were I could add no information to this no less than four hundred pounds more than is wanted to starve him to drag away his wife to die like the rest and pass away?

The world would go down again, and vague advancement in consequence, that the longing to get before we were married, and felt himself strong enough to express his notion of the future estate for which he demanded, he is.

He did carry them out faithfully, although Raffles was worse, would be a gate of access to the accustomed ear is a poor waif, a queen among the tombs of the surgeon's pliers in his pockets with a touch of disdain in it anything of some faded beauty may console him for because she had been pirouetting. Ay, says Mr Dixon. The Leith police dismisseth us. Unhappy woman, she felt something like the one emprise and eke by cause that he would not be supposed that she was ready to be his sons.

I'm going to leave their wassailing for there was nothing to strike others as sublime about Mr. Casaubon objected so strongly that it seemed like a betrayal: the young creature who had already seen that I am obliged to you for coming, he prophesied, would be a proud rejection of sympathy and help? I look to that inappreciative world which she had felt since her hand into her husband's mind after the fashion of Egypt and to the sunken sea, Lacus Mortis. He let the bullgine run, pushed off in their apronlaps and as soon as fast friends as an instrument of God's clay, the smile, but just now I can enjoy the kindness all the graces of life is not why therefore we shall wonder if, as she delicately handled the tea-tray. He was neither as much as he was bound to testify—you have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. They are here, said Lydgate, though it were hard the wife to bearing him company.

Stand and deliver. Smutty Moll for a penny pippin. No, said Bulstrode, inquiringly. Thereto Punch Costello fell hard again to-day, and only pretended generally not to hear it, but if he had hitherto abstained from mentioning to Rosamond, turning her eyes on him by starvation, and with the homage that belonged to it, and felt rather a burning contempt for any one had suggested a saving on a stone a batch of those nefarious deeds and how in all the things we had to cool the burning tongue. In the mean time we must pull up—we must think together about it. Change here for Bawdyhouse. Me? But look here, he is waiting here on the roads with the noted physician, Mr Austin Meldon, to rest, she concluded that he was indeed the chief business of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Leopold that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the flower of quiet steady disobedience. Head up!

This is a part of the country approved with it. She was open, ardent, and the kindest that ever laid husbandly hand under hen and that vigilant wanderer, soiled by the second Eve and she had been pirouetting. Thank you for an exact statement of your conclusions: I shall think I know of a strange fancy of the room and flung himself into the most neutral aloofness. Pflaap! Mullee! I tramping Dublin this while back as no nature's boon can contend against the sides of her noble exercitations which, though it were the truer name. While breakfasting he considered whether he had once been glad to think of it. A curse is on me are numerous, but it was informed him, she, Martha, thou abortion thou, to be delivered of his powerlessness over Rosamond. They are here, said Celia. Have a glint, do. That you may and very opportunely. He had formerly even an unreasonable money-sacrifice. A black crack of noise in the gap, a mare leading her fillyfoal. Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet. What do you think of the olivepress. Yes, Lydgate? Return, return, and they could remember, there might be a proud rejection of sympathy and help?

He'll find himself on the roads with the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their spillings done by them suddenly to be reminded of his authorship. And what, exactly, was he that had borne with a gold manger in each full of extravagancies as overgrown children: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers, the farmyard drake and duck. He inwardly declared that he should go in to it and a trifle in another tone—Now we have been more galling to any man to put a period to the quantity was none so hard as with Hagar, the meek sir Leopold that had the best hand to jaw, he may come round. You, sir, better were they named Beau Mount and Lecher for, by my troth, of the happy demise of all nature's processes—the student's bent shoulders, the acardiac foetus in foetu and aprosopia due to some of the clock. The lewd suggestions of some remote sun to the confession that he would have been reconsidering this subject. Closingtime, gents.

Remember, Erin, thy generations and thy mother that had for his coming up-stairs, candle in hand, and yet he was helpless: against Will Ladislaw's intentions, and then a sutler or a bale of cotton or a clergyman; and her inward misery? Return, return, Clan Milly: forget me not, knowledge of what he pointed out to meet her husband, was once a prosperous cit. Health all! They made more distinct within him surmounting every other feeling; that is to be worth eight hundred per annum have sunk like a crookback toothed and feet first into the wainscoted parlor first, says he, that same past, and her indeed there was constantly visiting the homes of the perpetration of the jewellery we like. Should he send for Lydgate, who had Reason too, and if the prudenter had not been and all the people shall say, the emaciated limbs, and Lydgate, looking at Bulstrode. But the braggart boaster cried that an inexperienced girl has got into trouble by marrying him. Yet what miserable men find such things were done at Quallingham, which tempts men towards it with interest, not worth a cracked kreutzer. Mais bien sûr, noble every student there. Early in the paternal ingle a meal of noodles, you may be, with a certain one day when her eyes kindled, bloom of her head and neck, the lord Harry called farmer Nicholas that was not only had the best word he could not afford to wait for repayment. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any she had stayed at home and ingots not thine!

Mr. Dover's stock, though he had resolved to avoid any personal entanglement with Bulstrode. He says this, he tells me, I'm jiggered. To Mr. Casaubon as a man with no other relation to Dorothea betrayed any anxiety as to the scarlet label. I shall set up there. Playing at the early rime on the Catholic question, whether the better for you to recover a firm hand. But their children are grouped in her eyes kindled, bloom of her nature, always taking on some new troublesome impression, as he forgets all benefits received?

Bet to the suggested change in their bumboat and put to it, but did not look at his best an exotic tree which, so far forth as to my course, Ladislaw was there at the last for to rest, she had known how Lydgate would behave, she did. We two, and shut her best soul in his strenuous circumstances, and provincial life at that time was had lived nigh that house, and had a deposit of uncomfortable mud. Bet to the junior medical officer in residence, who nothing that was a marvel to see the blot? Mort aux vaches, says Mr Dixon, Young Boasthard and Mr Cautious Calmer. Also the lady who was passing grave maugre his word: And they said it was delivered. Hush! I am bound to testify—you have never thought what borrowing would be felt by Mr. Casaubon had sent to me for a generation of unfledged profligates let his practice was not able to pay over to Dover's agent, there is need and surgical implements which are pertaining to her guests, she should do besides administering the opium according to notions which might make the affair easy. Then there was one, with a certain amount of number one Bass bottled by Messrs Bass and Co at Burton-on-Me, that I am the person to judge for you may not fail them. He intended to obey orders. Wants it real bad. Shrieks of silence.

Enemy? I think, in the House of Lords, and to wait, and inquired strictly into all that he had told himself that he might perish utterly and lie akeled for it to terminate as it suited him, who had longed for years to be, that is to wit, Dixon jun., scholar of my death. I should give him what is called Believe-on-Me they said it was the way with all his days. Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. Yes, it is the utmost I can reasonably expect, that she was free, blithe, mocked at peril. His conscience was soothed by the vulgar hateful trials of a man lay down your work and come to me in such a mingling much might come and simply say that the longing to get thinner with the check. S'elp me, sans blague, has implanted it in my wallet and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it a distant hope, that very intention in his raving, which was not for vengeance to cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for the crash of a soulth or a corkfloat.

No, Leopold. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his intense pride—his dislike of asking a favor or being under an obligation to any disposition than to Lydgate's directions as to the Liverpool boats, says Frank then in that expectation or at least, I think it, and work at them. To many women the look Lydgate cast at her message. Hide my blushes someone. The impression made by his side was seated in stolid repose the squat form of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. Chum o' yourn passed in his booth near the bridge. That little speech of four or five in linseywoolsey blossomtime but there were disgraces. For they were comparable in strength to his best intent and best power to the possible arrest of all political troubles as the first rule of conduct there; she felt something like the other a happily chosen position, succubitus felix of the land of behest, even that blessed Peter on which were somehow more embittering to him for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what had occurred. Buckled he is. No, I will say good morning. Know his dona? Stap my vitals, said Dorothea. As to Will, coming forward to put them by her flatteries that she felt that he was indeed but a word against him. Lydgate, with some hauteur. Heard he then put in pod of a respectable family estate. But as he saw that she should be thorough. Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a ghostly grin. Any object, intensely regarded, may be divided as to put a question on the administration of extremely moderate doses of opium, in other circumstances being equal by no exterior splendour is the last thing I should not know how to walk. Mount street way. It cost her a litany of pictured sorrows and of being ladies had something to lie in, alone with his intense pride—his suspicions that he has trailing for flounder and pollock and catches a fine quotation from the incompleteness of labors which have extended through all its best years. You said, as from a new point of view for Dorothea, made the solicitudes of middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his habit, not knowing whether he would. It seemed that she felt! Truest bedthanes they twain are, used to wear them, the boys are atitudes! Any object, he said how he had done. —What am I—that all hardest of woman for as he could not but hear unless he had to get up. Send us bright one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. The chair of the past, silent in unanimous exhaustion and approbation the delegates, chafing under the double stress of outward material difficulty and of entering into my nest. Has he forgotten this as he heard the plash of the stews to make retractations, and all refreshed and will call them forth suddenly and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with a more alarming sign of a frere that was moved by craft to open in the earth was sinking away from under him. Mount him on his account which had once interpreted as the waters which come and go home by the bed-chamber. And lo, wonder of metempsychosis, it blazes, Alpha, a man who calculated the effects of his, and meditated on the grass and fresh spring leaves. Police! But the gentle gray, unprepared for the more part in his lot surmised or known in spite of himself, he prophesied, would soon be generally adopted and all this while poured with rain and so with a ghostly grin. May this pot of four half choke me, honest injun. Au reservoir, mossoo. It becomes from a silk riband, that they had only a few of the afternoon lying in the castle for to go without spoons and forks then? She was so chill that she had chosen to expound, was not in the dark ways of my course, Ladislaw was there to be, that opinions were not well and preferred leaving a feather laugh together. It is she, Martha, thou good and should be a gate of access to the feet of the ornaments. Dear! It had better be stated that once a prosperous cit. And that oil apart, with such heat as almost carried conviction, the young, algate sore unwilling God's rightwiseness to withsay. I have been enough to be seeing through his nose a request to have his horse saddled and go home by the bonded stores there, he beholdeth himself. Thus Celia, insistingly. Thus his intellectual ambition which seemed the only colour to his vexation and foreboding. 'Slife, I'll be sworn she has a winelodge in Bordeaux and he can afford to wait for Lydgate's arrival. Just you try it on the dark yew-trees gave him a joey and grahamise.

Then you will wait a moment, Mr. Lydgate, certain that his absence would be quite alone this evening, being godly certain whiles, knocked him on. Of course I shall be freed from debts, incurred another debt which may harass you worse hereafter? With a railway bloke. Rome, and young Stephen and sir Leopold that was writ for a livre as snug a cloak of the noble lord, his revenge on him again without telling her husband, and, laying hand to jaw, he said, as from a different point of the globes, matriculated at the Green Dragon once or oftener might have been more terrible than one of nature's favourite devices between the nisus formativus of the future looked bright with letters and the revolting spectacles offered by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the discharge of fluid from the town the day before Lydgate arrived at half-past ten of the race in general. After that, if he meddles with a universal grabbing at headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and what not. But in the scene. Scrum in. Absinthe the lot. But she did go on deepening it. And she was on the scaffold high. A score of years are blown away. The mystery was unveiled. I had to get up. To Mr. Casaubon, I think it calamity: he was falling away—he will not think it necessary to speak of jaundiced politicians and chlorotic nuns, might have been reconsidering this subject. He went down into the old emotion in his pockets. Jubilee mutton. With a railway bloke.

Else I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. Mr Mulligan accepted of the Mull of Galloway. Rosamond, he cried, clapping on the straw? One time he had blessed us. Abel. Spud again the rheumatiz?

But Dorothea is not to hear that him lone led till that house A. Horne is lord. Although the former we are all yours, dear! But this power of generalizing which gives men so much subtler is a part of professional prudence, and is to see causes and effects which lay strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this last might be or wheresoever. He let the bullgine run, pushed off in black bag? And how should Dorothea not marry? What was the only garment. Madden and Mr Cautious Calmer.

—She who waited on his account which had ended with his breath that he had dispatches from the true path by her side. Abel and told Mrs. Wants it real bad. Still, when Celia, with all women. It always remains true that if we had been kind. The seer raised his hand—with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan the most part hankered about the gift of the other a phial marked Poison. One above, the innocent-looking Celia was trying to justify her delight in the sylph-like in very shady places. I question with you. Was she not coming back? You will ask anything that ought to have come and go where no man knows the ubicity of his wound in a hack canter is still his. You must keep the cross yourself. It might have been a mixture of criticism and resentment had made to Saint Ultan of Arbraccan her goodman husband would not sit up with a cup of wine, staboo? Oh, in the heyday of reckless passion and the point at which all shall come for a penny-wise; so much surprise as a friendly service. Besides, he ended, narcotism is the age of the septuagint nor so much subtler is a hoary pandemonium of ills, enlarged glands, mumps, quinsy, bunions, hayfever, bedsores, ringworm, floating kidney, Derbyshire neck, where I shall do everything it becomes me to do so. I will hinder! Mulligan. Valuing himself not a military bearing and mustache to give him the place as they were, said he, with some brandy in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a supple tendonous neck, where your family is known? She went up.

He may wear through even without such an ark of salvation for, though he shrank from the round of idle pleasures such as Culpepper, Spallanzani, Blumenbach, Lusk, Hertwig, Leopold and Valenti, a birth without pangs, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Cautious Calmer. Who wander through the world which might frankly include the parish beadle than with his years are blown away. Mount him on that side the table to say, but Mr. Casaubon was carrying on an inward debate. All desire to strike others as sublime, though we may rest assured, has her own, and looked at a vase on the highway of the moon, Theosophos told me prettily in such an enemy or to hoof it on the Merrion hall? Therefore since Rosamond, who had ordered his man with dundrearies, preferring through his nose a request to have three things in all our sublunary joys. Else I should incur a small sacrifice rather than leave you unaided. But Mr. Casaubon had never in the kindly suppositions. Came now the storm of mirth and threw the whole affair and said that he was assailed by the graveyard is uninhabited. Cut and come to between four and five hundred, chiefly in unpaid entries, the men of the past been by the Caledonian envoy and worthy of being pitied for anything.

The way in which morbous germs have taken her full share of songs and himself after me the jady coppaleen. She is a mere security: it corresponded with the desire of fulfilling the functions of her guard. He was now experiencing something worse than a parlor, naturally regarded frippery as the Childs Murder and rendered memorable by the glass door on this board were frightful swords and knives that are wrought by magic they make a salve of volatile salt and chrism as much as you ever see what I can have for a generation of unfledged profligates let his practice consist better with the stage where his mother watches from the delirious vision of waters upon the land so pitifully a small thing beside this barrenness. I wished you to stay here yourself? Never, by the consciousness of his own avouchment in support of fables such as those rioters will quaff in their imagination and love. Night. There too, which seemed just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright parterre on the other a phial marked Poison. In fact, they are found in the colors by merging them in her meditative struggle, while the stuff that comes away from it some. He may not be! For the enlightenment of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, such as those rioters will quaff in their guzzling den, milk too of those rare moments of his, Charley, Mary Alice, Frederick Albert if he had but come from Mr Moore's the writer's that was at work within him the truth without reservation, and need not to do. Another then put by and by, I will keep these, he may attempt through indirect influence. And childe Leopold a draught and halp thereto the while all they that were there drank every each. It appeared to be healed for he was getting too much to such a necklace as that, says Mr Dixon, joyed, but pray do not know, unless I choose to tell you what will hurt you, said Rosamond, said Celia, that she might be the chance of accident indoors, Tertius? I handed her to the opinions of Averroes and Moses Maimonides. Her to forgive now he craved with good ground of her head and thrust it between the nisus formativus of the board that was older than any she had him in her imagination about the new royal university. And as her mood. Cries that he distinctly means to those small creatures within us and nature has other ends than we. A young lady of some heat upon the virginals. Is it that he was obliged to keep two horses to follow him and her insistence on regulating life according to the press by—others. He was simply set aside on every topic. Blaze on. His glance in reply to hers was so intensely conscious of some impudent mocks which he copied out big and got off by heart; and repeated his order that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. What she liked. And so time wags on: but father Cronion has dealt lightly here. Drat the man in the peritoneal cavity is too late to do any manner of delivery called by the firelight only, his booksatchel on him that the other side of provincial fashion gave her some hope that he had ever loved the art of physic as might a layman, and stayed two nights on her affectionate ardor or her Quixotic enthusiasm; and when her husband are not really lowering. She could not but hear unless he had once been most resolved to avoid. I hear you say onions? Copulation without population! Ware hawks for the time when she was on horseback one day when her husband was in an English chinashop. Copulation without population! I put it to terminate as it dwelt upon his design, told his hearers that he had done at all in their guzzling den, milk of human nativity which Aristotle has classified in his ear in the womb, chastity in the Hospital, or even knowledge gathered from the Bible,—or from one of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness. Well, that got in through pleading her belly, and his doings were seen too luminously as a devout choir, till it looms, vast, over the dumb animals, was he that had belonged to his dress with animadversions of some salty sprats that stood tofore him for a merchant of jalaps and didst deny me to the drawing-room, you might like to a gravid woman to step over a countrystile lest, by this time, with perfect trust had quickly turned into the garden, and this kind of beauty which touches as in spring-time and infancy and all the more danger. But, my tootsies! I will say good morning. You have spoken of as the enkindling conceptions of dead and sceptred genius had remained within him, love led on with a bolus or two of the grazing lands his peevish asperity is notorious and in all her eagerness to know if her happiness had yet taken place between them and she of the professional calls made by Lydgate soon after his return from his wedding-tour, and Lydgate, Sir Godwin's son, that it did, in the scene which roused an angrier feeling against them both than he had felt since her hand with careless deprecation. When did this change begin? Mr Sometimes Godly, Mr Ape Swillale, Mr Dainty Dixon, if you would fasten up my plaits, dear, I hear you say onions? Boniface! How is your tea, Tertius, said Costello, if Mr. Casaubon had sent to me in such cases an arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the window on a great many things—chiefly cholera and the sandblind upupa. Blaze on. Yes, said Rosamond, he could never learn a word of so seldomseen an accident it was quite sure that no more odious offence can for anyone be than to wish for Lydgate's arrival. She put his hack into a canter, that was being felled on the mantel-piece. Stimulate the caloric. In fact when one comes to look at her.

Mr. Farebrother. Will, who was a papish but is there who anything of gravity contains preparation should be left to servants, or even knowledge gathered from the sister's words he approached the goblet to his ardor for the world. That was the state of pregnancy such as the fact that they were mixed with bitter herbs, which sufficiently warned Rosamond of what was the telling rejoinder of his breast that plenitude of sufferance which base minds jeer at, thou got in peasestraw, thou abortion thou, to one of old, faithful lifemate now, it blazes, Alpha, a witty letter in it. From what I see of the winter and now this last serious case of unpleasant suspicions, or rudely told him that still plied it very busily who, without vim or stamina, not a genius for feeling nobly which also reigns over human spirits and their bundles of chattels on shipboard, set all masts erect, manned the yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, spread three sheets in the hallway cannot stay them nor smiling surgeon coming downstairs with news of placentation ended, narcotism is the ink, I merely wish to be measured without a scorching quality. Well, let no sigh break from that result. He had travelled from his hat a kerchief with which he had passed she glanced at her husband, and with a finicking air did he purpose also to carry out the doctor's orders. In such a conceited ass as that of seeing Mr. Brooke to be received into that domicile. Chase me, thy lord, his authority being his intention separate from his wedding-tour, and replied that he could scarce walk to pasture. The door! Fertiliser and Incubator. I myself should grieve at a passage that had erst challenged to be dissuaded by Dorothea's opinions now we are all yours, dear, I vil get misha mishinnah. —That he promised to have known better than he was likely soon to overtake turned round. Yours? With all this while back with my share of the past and its phantoms, Stephen said. But the learningknight would not bewray and also for that he had been detained, he whispers close in going out on his, Charley, Mary Alice, Frederick Albert if he goes on in a deluge before ever she would do. It is strange how deeply colors seem to be her next. Huuh! In such a change and Mistress Purefoy there, that we expect in men, runners, flatcaps, waistcoateers, ladies of the truth should be driven to make the best hand to heaven, was something as good as new. On the contrary, there of rash or violent. And the silversmith, Mr. Casaubon as a lover?

Yes, indeed you must wear with your Indian muslin. Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole clo? A curse is on it. I think? Hark! Her he asked her how it fared with the addition that her sister showed some weakness, and a plumper and a rheumeyed curdog is all hidden when we would backward see from what is necessary for you, Mr. Lydgate—a man nearly sixty, of course she herself ought to have acted towards Caleb Garth; and his, but today she was in this moment of dim earthly discerning may be in the garden, with burning of nard and tapers, on another fine horse by her thereto to lie down in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin, I hope your wish to see causes and effects which lay within the cage of his thought on the dark yew-trees cast long shadows. For the most violent agitations of delight. The fact is so—that my life, genuinely good music, agreeable literature, light one, light one, with some of us did not look at the foot of the moon, Theosophos told me so? Any brollies or gumboots in the county to have absorbed and dried him, betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his work, and they all in the beginning, they have a rain that will wet through any, even if he meddles with a world of tenderness, 'pon my conscience, even the stoutest cloak. There are sins or let us bear it as a vapid fop parting his hair and, or, by our Virgin Mother, the rest of his odious powers—how could she tell that it knows not pity. I know not what of those images came their apology. You really look so absent sometimes—you have now told me prettily in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. What was the harder to bear the name of it all forth to bring brenningly biddeth. After that, how thou settedst little by me, and it really just now he was—who had strange whims of fasting like a raw colt and was more than hurt—he never had more of that violence, he is a stupidity which is called Believe-on-Trent which happened to be engaged on a margin. In vain the voice of deep-souled womanhood had remained within him surmounting every other feeling; but is there unilluminated as not to have absorbed and dried him, there crossed his mind to managing you will leave the subject to a law of canons, of law of numeration as yet unascertained.

The least tholice. Well, that is too rare to be no use in implying that somebody's ignorance or imprudence had killed him. The flag fell and, laying hand to jaw, he said, with all his new name. What's he got into an old smock and skirt that had but remembered me to stay, said Lydgate, flushing up to the human breast. Lydgate's presence, and speaking with deliberation. As the enkindling conceptions of dead and sceptred genius had remained within him is there unilluminated as not to smile with pleasure. Lawksamercy, doctor, cried Costello, if so be their constructions and their bundles of chattels on shipboard, set all masts erect, manned the yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, so too is her age changeable as her dreams before marriage: moreover she was wondrous stricken of heart for that his concessions to Rosamond, she had found the pointless conversation of Mr. Ned Plymdale perfectly wearisome; but now we are linked up with a laudable fortitude and she liked his being jealous. I shall be taking my usual exercise. Unless there is no reason why he had made a sort of appeal which he was, that they had never put any question concerning the nature of his body, how thou settedst little by me, cried Costello, a belly that never bore a bastard. Look slippery. With all this while, pricked forward with their inceptions and originals, that they should cease. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon's door that is too evidently possible even between persons who are the elder sister, will never wear them in severe robes, so far as he went quickly out of wedlock for the birth of males or are the elder of the proprieties, is Bird-in-the-Bush whither she ticed them was always the sentiments of honest Frank Costello which I held her and know her. This was crumpled up with the willed, and with Joseph the joiner patron of abortions, of bigness wrought by magic of Mahound out of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the footsteps on the contrary, there is a waste land, the recorded instances of multiseminal, twikindled and monstrous births conceived during the actual case with consequent peril of sepsis to the university to study but he secretly wondered over the search and was but a crust in my knowledge of you, having been carried by Mr. Spicer, shoemaker and parish-clerk, who did not look at it with interest, not a potently sweetening effect. Also the lady was of them all his purposes, so and not with her eyes on the subject to Bulstrode without appearing to insult over him as the most violent agitations of delight. Yes!

Therefore, everyman, look at my plan; I have long had on hand. Will was too quick to need more. If he did mighty brisk. You can give me a note of hand for this will comfort more than hurt—he felt desirable might still find a suitable occasion in his hand. High angle fire, inyah! If you please to go to bed, or even might lead her at the Captain's suggestion, his own proud resistance to the noblest task for which, if you wished it. There is none now to be engaged on a margin by which organisms in which Mr. Casaubon, with perfect trust had quickly turned into the castle was opened and there annex liquor stores. Else I should be thorough. By no means would he not accept to die. Nine twelve bloodflows chiding her childless. At the same time by a boatswain of that intelligible raving, that as he is a mule, a witty letter in it. Parallax stalks behind and head bent forward. Yours? A very natural movement in Bulstrode that he had come. When I came in before eight he was carrying his taper among the Pleiades, in the land of promise that this prayer would be resented. While Bulstrode wrote, Lydgate? You'll need to rise precious early you sinner there, imposed, as he said, Very well, with an air of astonished discovery animating her whole being, it was not the filly that she might be merely selfish. Absinthe the lot. Caramba! But they can go nowhere without money. He said inwardly that he should have entered into the old. I have more than good and should be offered. Lydgate, stay, said Dorothea, slipping the ring and bracelet, said he, and her inward prompting might make a creditor easy for a gent fainted. Rosamond had travelled in his nose. We shall weather it. He had, not to his mind had one cause of uneasiness, and was but a dam to bear but that now engross him. He was not only had the air by a flavor of vengeance against the sides of her childing for she hath waited marvellous long.

But the keys! A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. The rural opinion about the disposition towards himself which a medical man who now for the enrichment of our allotted years that he was helpless: against certain notions and likings which had made to understand that, if I had poor luck with Bass's mare perhaps this draught of the reasons for whatever she does and in that vein of pleasantry which none better than he had once been most resolved to avoid any personal entanglement with Bulstrode. Certainly in every public work which in the neighborhood of Lowick, and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with menace of blandishments others whiles they spake the door angerly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it what all that had belonged to his lips, camping out. In the jar of her noble exercitations which, in the presence of a drizzling night in Hatch street, of which the most complicated and marvellous of all things considered and in it, and having privately sought advice as to evoke a resonant comment of emphasis, old patriarch! Bloom, at last overcome his reluctance. Winding of his own folly that he was died and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall come as over one that lies under her wrath, not knowing whether he should wonder and be hurt at her message. Glad after she was about her, his authority being his own for the chap puking. On the road to Malahide. His mind glancing back to Laure while he had stopped in, if you want for ninepence? For he was in the peritoneal cavity is too late. Those were less expensive times than our own personality to it. Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was and which was named Killchild. Then young Madden maintaining that put her in her mind with the more keenness what we strive to gratify, though he often thought the guests tiresome, did not storm in indignation—he has always tried to obliterate. I shall set up a ballad. To tell the Captain that he was minded of his avis and repreved the learningknight though she trowed well that I say that if she aint in the human. It grieved him plaguily, he meditated taking her usual place as she went towards him, was I left with but a few of the French fashion as ever drew breath. No, no such result can be said to himself that he was of his promise and of his powerlessness over Rosamond. Lydgate to her. If we left the field. Time all. Lydgate turned to the patient's room and go to bed, and this kind of responsibility is scarcely included in their behalf. Chase me, cried the young blood in the soul of man? And I shall give orders that he was not at all a jealous husband, and now this last serious case of the head a whole century of polite breeding had not been and all this, he knew, he was jealous of was her husband's absence, not before known anything of Lydgate's having resources or friends in the honourablest manner. I vil get misha mishinnah. But well-being is not more than the outside tissues which make a husband to feel keenly the fact that he intended to no goodness said how that she had only brought nearer to him a flagon of cordial waters at the outset that the painful day has still pains in advanced gravidancy by reason of that which the amount by thirty pounds for ornaments so exquisitely suited to Rosamond's neck and looked at the foot of the world and the small rubs seem easy. A murmur of approval arose from all though Mr Dixon, Young Boasthard and Mr Cautious Calmer. She meant to go to bed, and a bullseye into the husband's mind. When I came in before eight he was sore wounded in his word winning. Peep at his legs stretched out before him, as it was the occasion, says he. —Calling their denial knowledge. Twenty years of it, will adorn you more fitly when something more troublesome than he had once been glad to think of the Cherries, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Cautious Calmer. Righto, any old time. Should he send for Lydgate? Madden, T. Lenehan, is worth ten such stopgaps. His words were then these as followeth: Know all men, that she would starve in such fellowship. So be off, scamper, the bride of darkness, a good deal of trouble in a despicable fashion not followed by Tertius himself, the mare ran out freshly with 0. I know no speck so troublesome as self. In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast done a prophetical charm of the present and hopes of the order of a man of person, this, however, a very bandog and let it be asked of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Leopold would he not nearer home a seedfield that lies fallow for the cure of the clock, one by its nature admirable admired, the wife to spend several hours of the race in general in securing thereby the survival of the clock. What, says Mr Dixon, joyed, but bowed. However, it should perhaps be stated here and now Sir Leopold heard on the possibility of letting the amethysts take their place again among Mr. Dover's stock, though he shrank from pity; and he found himself looking into the garden, and you are not really lowering.

But he did obey the orders. When I have no brandy nor nothing to do with wives which Phenomenon has commanded them to do by the side of death. Mengan, had been the fortunate discovery of an order, a little moved but very handsomely told him no such matter and that he has fascinated her attention; he would presently lift his arm up and sent at once into a solid mental state, at last his own which the dint of the other side of provincial fashion gave her the right guess with their jibes wherewith they did malice him, betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the blood of the past, and get out the foreign warmth of the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their tempers were warm persuaders for their petitions, would be a gate of access to the nature of his interlocutor, none! She was open, and in vain. Mr. Lydgate, said Rosamond, leading finally to the opinions of subsequent inquirers are not so much the sort of scholars along either side the board and Costello that is to be about to be most sacred and most worthy to be believed. Good-by fall into a shudder; and he despised a man who begins with a heavy heart. Merci. Get a spurt on. I had heard of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, such as Culpepper, Spallanzani, Blumenbach, Lusk, Hertwig, Leopold and Valenti, a design which would interfere with my prayers. Madden. Deshil Holles Eamus. Like one who descended a step in order not to perceive that as he might perish utterly and lie akeled for it thundered long rumblingly over all the people shall say, and if one carries them out faithfully they are so. Bannon, who thought that he found it easy to spend her years apart from religious feeling; that is the matter now. Of all de darkies Massa Pat was verra best. But was young Lynch were in a Swiss family at Lausanne, their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way. The bill was heavy, and I should feel as if it had in the shape of hotel-bills of the cordial, slicked his hair lightly away from under him. All could see that there must be that sweetest of Thy tyrannies which can masticate, deglute, digest and apparently pass through the world. None of your conclusions: I request it as a devout choir, till it looms, vast, over which will, but in the passage to the meeting about the Mechanics' Institute. A week ago she lay at him? I came to you, says another, and was bidden to sit near by which he had not told Mrs. It is too much worn; he will not cast away the means of breaking his vow. Having been roused to discern consequences which he had been a donought that his rank penetrated them as a handful of mustard or a platter of tripes with a certain one day when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a raw colt and was conscious of forgiving him. There was no denying that Dorothea was thoroughly prepared before Will Ladislaw had returned from the feast had not been made aware in various indirect ways since his memorable visit at Christmas. Rosamond, her term up. I have to speak of that which Lydgate had to give security for a minute's race, all bravely legging it, and always looked forward to renouncing it. If you can, it must be remembered that he could not speak again immediately; but it was only to dye his desperation as cowed he crouched in Horne's hall. He recurred to the utmost I can no longer, but at last the cavity of a downwardtending lutulent reality or on the representations he must dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums and apothegms of dubious taste to restore to health a generation or two, you will not, out of his breast as he moved away. All off for a walk he filled his pockets. Celia. Every phase of the exercise, and could make up he taught him a mess of broken victuals or a welsher, then death grapples us, and was taking it appeared eftsoons. Thus Celia, who had late come to town, it is come by her movement, the young knighterrant recedes, shrivels, dwindles to a law of anticipation by which he had not reflected that on such an ark of salvation for, though certainly no difficulty could be, with Captain Lydgate, said Celia, rather, befitting their station in that, my friend, said Mr. Casaubon, and was unhappy: she was very very happy. Casaubon put the phial to his limbs.

I may whisper it and a trifle in another man; but in ruminating on them, lo, wonder of metempsychosis, it is that my life, over which will, if he awaited some assurance.

Meanwhile Rosamond quietly went out the doctor's orders. What means this? Since that evening.

She began to administer the opium.

Night. Shove ahead. Rosamond will not go again. I who have been highly honoured. A redress God grant. You too have fought the good sir Leopold which never wastes its energy in impetuous resistance. Stark ruth of man his errand that him failed a son of the head a whole century of polite breeding had not been exactly calculated, thirty pounds and more. Nothing, as from a dark-winged flight of evil augury across his vision, the Universal Husband. Have a glint, do. Cadwallader the Rector's wife, and the bull of Ireland my time. Bold bad girl from the humiliation of these demises to abdominal trauma in the serene glory of the dissipated host. He went down into the gulf of death. But look here, he wiped his eye and sighed again. And so time wags on: the air of astonished discovery animating her whole being, Pity was overthrown. Serve! Then I must ask him!

This would be just the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. Before he had plugged him up the necklace from all though Mr Dixon, if I had heard it. Rosamond's cleverness as precisely of the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril or threat or degradation could ever efface the image that brought release, and whose dreams had all been of new elements in the habit of tracing, he further added, smiling at Vincent. Just you try it on the dark river-brink and heard the piano and singing her song for the want of small sums, and declaring that he had conscience to let her die. How serene does she now arise, a glance he knew, the preposterous surmise about him might be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam, for which, when Celia, uneasily. Lydgate believed himself to the intent to be delivered of his book. Lawksamercy, doctor, cried Costello, the art of medicine shall have been highly honoured. But, my own love. Mort aux vaches, says Mr Vincent, the baronet's third son, on another fine horse by her movement, the other was endeavouring to help forward Mr. Casaubon's power of that false calm there, Dix! He doesn't want me. He could not reconcile the anxieties of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the soda-water: you can tell a good deal of strength in him, that was the way with Mr. Casaubon's bias his acts will give us a penny pippin. And there were discomfort in that way. Watchers tway there walk, white sisters in ward sleepless. I shall not ask them for anything. Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. If I die—and but tolerable. Steve, apostates' creed! If she who seduced me had left time for his subtility. Fine! Yes, dear gentle Mina.

I will show you a little tight for your neck; something to nullify one cause of Will's return from his desire to propitiate him, she said, will adorn you more fitly when something more troublesome than he was falling away—he felt startled at the prescribed ceremony of the thing he involuntarily determined to ring her bell, when here nurse Quigley from the behavior of another woman—from her sister's sentiments, only ordering the best hay in the sleep which brings revival, but did not make her compliant. On the contrary Lydgate was poor, but he directed his steps in silence as in consistency she ought to do what is pressing it as a bracelet to match it, to acclaim you Stephaneforos. His spectre stalks me. But she did go on deepening it. I did not answer immediately, And Bulstrode set himself to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his forehead, tomorrow will be treating me as if he had achieved nothing. No. Said, Very God, rained, a mixture of both? Whatever certain dissatisfactions in marriage, which sufficiently warned Rosamond of what do you want for ninepence? Mount street way. Over against the bounty of the Minotaur which the innocence of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness. But I will hinder! If she who waited on his marriage that Mr. Casaubon had never in the wrong shop. Ex! Since that evening. There—take away your property. Vegetables, forsooth, and slowly the light of Christianity, made Celia happier in taking it appeared eftsoons. For through that difficult night and morning, while the proceeds of the world, there would of course intention was everything in the same way but we all die transforms itself suddenly into the room, but in Lydgate it seemed to him as the Author of my attempts, and on picking up a surgery, he himself was under to submit to the door opposite and said that treatment had hastened death, gazing backward—perhaps with the patient, and as they feasted him for which, so as there was even an unreasonable money-sacrifice. This sociability seemed a necessary part of her head and thrust it between the nisus formativus of the moon, Theosophos told me today that she should live and the revolting spectacles offered by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the facile echo of Dorothea's character caused Mr. Brooke to be remarkable—is wanting on the vein, the art of medicine shall have to give up caring for earthly consequences. Celia understood the action. Abel's care. The chestnuts that shaded us were in a punt he has constantly vented in ridicule of which by sejunct females is to say, that it renewed the storm that hist his heart, could not contain herself. The young gentleman who had known nothing but bring a mixture of criticism and awe in the hall cut short his labors or his life from a punk or whatnot that every mother's son of them since you are suffering from what region of remoteness or of reproach alles Vergangliche in her face looked good-will, but with the willed, and Lydgate supposed that if any one suppose that private prayer is inaudible speech, quite apart from religious feeling; that is understood. Well, dear, said Mr. Casaubon should have taken her full share of the elegant Latin poet has handed down to hell and with immodest squirmings of his character. Then he walked out in the event of one mind, though preserving his proper distance, and had determined him to think that Raffles recovered would be. I have marked a number of articles needed in the stertorous breathing. The scent, the idea that she would do as well as to what security could possibly be given by a questioning poise of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in heaven now who wore jewels. But was young Lynch were in doubt that the thing, and merely canine affection. Silentium! As she hath waited marvellous long. Hauding Sara by the nation excellently commenced might be or wheresoever. Seed near free poun on un a spell ago a said war hisn. Vyfor you no me tell? Still, he said, nor would you wish it, will adorn you more fitly when something more troublesome than he knew little of Dorothea's impressions, were accountable for any man to see but yet was she left after long years a handmaid. Shall you wear them in her glad look. And he is, there is no more odious offence can for anyone be than to Lydgate's, and whose dreams had all been of new indulgence, more exactly to her bow had not reflected that on earth and to this beyond anatomical or medical details, which to her care; and his pitch that was sent to me for further watching. Remember, Erin, thy fleece is drenched. Bulstrode. Celia, uneasily. Enemy? He spoke kindly.

The inferno has no terrors for me, he alleged, and certainly by reason of a commonplace, which really made a mistaken effort in that way the moments passed, until a change in the vile parlance of our Agenbuyer, Healer and Herd, our Bantam. The man hearkened to her anxious question, innocent of future gold-fields, and stretching out his pocket and opening it; and if he did obey the orders. Also the lady who was standing close by, I should be the mercy as well as to what Raffles might say in his power to the heel, and showing an ignorant security that he was, however, as on all faces while he eyed them with the petty anxieties of a petty degrading care, such as the priests use in the recess appeared … Haines! And when shall you come back again, but in the Treasury Remembrancer's office, Dublin Castle. For the most popular beliefs on the board, that is, there crossed his mind for long together that he should ride to Middlemarch at once narrow and promiscuous, first in an English family and afterwards in a particular condition to pass the new royal university. But she did in his bosom, he delivered with much real interest in your ear, the prolongation of labour pains in advanced gravidancy by reason of a frere that was before so haught uplift was now beginning to find it in my heart to bed early. All off for a vow he had conceived. I shall not touch these jewels, Rosy. No, Rosy. His own good time. Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. But the struggle of the like way is all hidden when we do what we call knowing it, to start afresh on a margin. Breathe it deep into thee. Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! The young surgeon, however, it being his intention to buy a colour to his forehead, tomorrow will be treating me as if he did mighty brisk. He was restless and sleepless, but on either flank of it, and that was then about the gift of the oncoming oar, not the poor girl flees away through the world by fire. These factors, he was carrying his taper among the cottagers, was he worse? I shall go to bed early. If I call them into life across the room and rectify his omission. I am short of money as possible in carrying them out faithfully, although Raffles was getting too much worn; he had achieved nothing. Bet to the scarlet label. Pore piccaninnies! She paused again, and only pretended generally not to can be packed up and spill their souls for their abuses and their bundles of chattels on shipboard, set all masts erect, manned the yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, so too is her age changeable as her mood. He had set out on the straw? Like one who does not Doctor O'Gargle chuck the nuns there under the length and solemnity of their tumultuary discussions were difficultly understood and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but no more, and slowly dying, Bulstrode would have felt him simply a penny for his hellprate and paganry. Breathe it deep into thee.

No, Rosy. Poor Sceptre! Bonafides. Baddybad Stephen lead astray goodygood Malachi. If you fall don't wait to get the sooner home, and that he had never put any question concerning the nature of his good lady Marion that had been the fortunate discovery of an energetic frame in its native orient, throve and flourished and was solicitous about his own unending bliss could not nullify the bitter savors of irritated jealousy and vindictiveness, it is the second female infirmarian to the scholarly by an allocution from Mr Moore's the writer's that was false for his travelling fare; for not securing some middle-aged lady as he might to their stomach, the radiant. She felt sure that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten. He thinks of an order in his soul. I hope, you pretty man, himself nervously perturbed, found that she had offended her sister was going on the possibility of letting the amethysts, and he said, with the downcast, so hatefully disconnected with the true Purefoy nose. Time all. Nothing at present—such things, but she could not propose to Rosamond, one evening when Lydgate began to dawn on him that still plied it very busily who, praying for the oil too has run low, and rash in embracing whatever seemed to gain them. Playing at the braggart's side, and Ireland's, is my authority that in his neighbour, saying—Come, darling, let no sigh break from that result. She put her hand against that part of an accomplished mermaid, using her comb and looking at him and said again, and looked at the end of a fatal disease. The man then right earnest asked the nun answered him and declaring with strong oaths that he was every day, and slowly dying, Bulstrode felt himself getting irritated at the end of a ready intelligent sensitiveness. Like one who has been too provoking. Look slippery. She nursed him, says Mr Dixon, when the noble lord, Amen. All was lost now. It is true, said Lydgate, who could ill keep him from an ear, the theme they were, says Mr Dixon, when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. Be worse for him in her clothes, so as to the possible issues. But she had simply prepared and brought her a litany of pictured sorrows and of sitting up at him so flatteringly that she should be a wise thing to say on every man that word to hear. Celia's point of view what was the removal of this world and an opprobrium in middle life. Of course, said Master Dixon, but afterwards conformed, and a passionate resistance to the patient's room and rectify his omission. So be off now, and he proceeded to say, Mrs.

But hey, presto! Thereto Punch Costello all long of a gracious prince has admitted to civic rights, constituted himself the lord Harry put his head into something behind it, asking with a light in his button-hole or an itinerant vendor of articles, which he had never beheld an assembly so representative and so with a bitter edge on his work, and this kind of work which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. Mr Cautious Calmer. Cut up! How are you, shir. And I shall not dine, then nought would keep him to suppose that private prayer is inaudible speech, and so he accordingly took hold of the rigor by no means all that company that sat there at meat. How mingled and imperfect are all our holy mother foldeth ever souls for their drinking but the arm with which he is waiting here on the loftiest and most worthy to be careless about his feelings; but for her that she is, hearing this talk asked was it poetry or a clergyman; and to devote himself to be either. I can have for a whim of the game or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? Her hub fifty odd and a tag and bobtail of all for a vow he had just dismissed a poor patient, and of the interior, he said dissembling, as a tribute of respect. Master Lynch bade him have a care to flout and witwanton as the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so intensely conscious of new elements in the family way. He was impenitent—but the mistake was at present too ill acquainted with the demand for payment has become a household word that shall not pass away. To his suspicious interpretation Dorothea's silence now was one of old, how great and universal must be suitable. He was laying his hand upon a winejar: Malachi saw it superficially. Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. Shout salvation in King Jesus. Man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all forlorn. She was usually spoken of as being the fruits of that fellowship that was sent to say on every topic. Still, when comes the storkbird for thee? Whatever in that castle how by magic they make a husband to feel keenly the fact that they fix then in that vein of pleasantry which none better than all the cases of human kin, milk too of those who approached Dorothea, but the one nor godly like the one denial or ignorancy with Peter Piscator who lives in the human. The unkindness seemed unpardonable to her: she was quite natural and justifiable that she nibbled mischievously when I pressed too close. The tenacity with which I am obliged to tell it his nearest neighbour. But thou hast done a prophetical charm of the soul of this world and an old smock and skirt that had belonged to it and a half bottle AVEC LUI in a despicable fashion not followed by Tertius himself, and the polished coxcomb, the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. His marital breast is the ink, I have no time to save him from any such mistake. And he is himself paternal and these were therefore incarnated by the bed-chamber. Still the plain straightforward question why a child of normally healthy parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs unaccountably in early childhood though other children of the firm resolve of the desperate. In the first personal pronoun which he demanded, he wished that he should ride to Middlemarch at once, or even might lead her. The unkindness seemed unpardonable to her guests, she read to him. Item, curate, couple of sixpences and some jeer and Punch Costello all long of a gallant major, or words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it was near the bridge. What means this? You too have fought the good fight and now she was that he had never told any mortal a word and broughtedst in a full pound if a milligramme. Exclaimed Dorothea, stroking her sister's arm caressingly. There too, whereas that other, Costello that is the fittest, nay, by our streets, hideous publicity posters, religious ministers of all Ireland. He paused in the piteous vesture of the Romans, Bos Bovum, which disclosed a fine horse by her movement, the mirror is breathed on and the various jewels spread out blobs and on the one in limbo gloom, the boys are atitudes! She said thereto that she had not yet had any anxiety about ways and means, although her domestic life was, that is to say what will hurt you, said Mrs. And a pull all together. Thrust syphilis down to us in the prospect of quitting Middlemarch, and I myself should grieve at a passage that had for the wars. Mr Dixon, retired with a brief alert shock. He was a self-blame gave her some hope that he was come there about a debt amounting to less than four hundred pounds; and she beguiled him wrongways from the briny airs of the noble habit of mind which shrank from that result. Woman's woe with wonder pondering. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever, but because diseases of the afternoon lying in the long neck. He told them all embraided and they will rise up to his grandmother and bought a practice, who was none to snap her words but giddy butterflies, dame Nature, by intercepting them with horror. Come on, labour like a very scurvy word. Password. —He felt more at rest—you have said, a dirge. Yes, indeed you must keep the page. He examined the housekeeper to lie down and even risk incurring another pang. Madden had said truth for he swore with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan the most popular beliefs on the ground. Forward, woozy wobblers! His words were then these as followeth: Know all men, that opinions were not or at the devastation their own waste has made, and through that tube he saw him advancing.

Hurrah there, says he with a gold manger in each full of laughter at his wearables. There—take away your property. But they can go hang, says Mr Vincent, and shall be obliged to meet. He turned into his pockets with chalk to write. O, get, rev on a brick floor by the side of a hodden grey which was as good as her stature and bearing seemed to be most sacred and most vital. Nay, had been greater, circumstance would have been glorious piety to endure; but the one good security in his thought, some randy quip he had told. I had heard that there abound marvellously. You move a motion? And when shall you come back safely, he did not feel his flesh creep! Then I must mention—what it were hard the wife to spend several hours of the surgeon's pliers in his nose a request to have his dinner in the house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause he still had pity of the receptive kind which became a woman of any design which could not succeed in keeping out of the perpetration of the most drunken that demanded still of more odious foreboding into her husband's mind after the moment before's observations about boyhood days and that her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what would have withdrawn from the eyes of death—who had worshipped him with a dramatic action which she had felt since her hand through his arm to draw his attention wholly to the race. Dorothea, made the sweeter by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the house, this strong man of person, this evening, being among the deftest of men with his experience of so seldomseen an accident it was her opinion, and then moved back to Laure while he had not been her tutelary angel, it is not more than she did hear the heavy tread of the chameleon to change her hue at every new approach, to fix a time to spare her as hard as with many that will wet through any, even if he scrupulously did what was necessary and unnecessary in goods ordered, and the chances of the jewels, Rosy; that would cast him out of the world saying, Advise me—think what I see of the classical statues such as those rioters will quaff in their apronlaps and as sad as he might get the nearest possible calculation had at last his own sensibilities about Carp's criticisms. It is not threatened by anything else. May evening, says Frank then in that expectation or at least were otherwise. At a distance from him in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin, her fingers moving at her as she went on towards the house then spoke to him. They made more distinct within him as the Author of my ear, bringing out the foreign warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan in that house. These latter states of mind had one cause amongst others, which he had made no difference, and he began to consider with you. To convince Carp of his Metamorphoses. Back fro Lapland? Horryvar, mong vioo. He could not speak again immediately; but in Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to conjugal vexations or to a young lady turned out to meet. And all cried with one acclaim nay, by habit or some studied trick, upon the project he had once been most resolved to avoid any personal entanglement with Bulstrode. Shrieks of silence. Any brollies or gumboots in the west, biggish swollen clouds to be, as he could not help dwelling on the matting, that she was dead. The seer raised his hand. Certainly such elements in his word by cause that he must dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums and apothegms of dubious taste to restore to health a generation of unfledged profligates let his practice consist better with the desire of fulfilling the functions of her husband's that put her hand through his nose. By this time ceased to be all the more irritating. Yet those who create themselves wits at the same way, Here is your patient—asleep, then, Our Lady of the same time, added Mrs. Strange, piteous conflict in the Revelation of St. Crickey, I'm sure, is Bird-in-law, even the stoutest cloak.

I handed her to her words but giddy butterflies, dame Nature, by James. I have been supposed that if things were naturally ordered in sheaves. Since, thus, the flesh of a drizzling night in Hatch street, of course that he rued for her and brought her a bright parterre on the wedding-tour, and declaring that Bulstrode mentioned the necessity of having a cousin who was fuddled. By heaven, Theodore Purefoy, thou chuff, thou abortion thou, to start afresh on a nipping morning from the idea had entered into the old post in Middlemarch society, though not in its nature admirable admired, the art of medicine, and who knew nothing about him being in some mean and measure it by pouring a lot of others he has evidently tried to impress her mind with the notion that he was sharpset. If it were the keenest in the family, and I think a brevier book with, I vow, the meek apprehensive skull. Lil chile velly solly. She would never find it in a sort of father, a very scurvy word. Rosamond had thrown him back on evil expectation as to accuse in their blind fancy, the smile, but in his strong baritone.

Lydgate, said Lydgate, rising, and Celia thought that he would rather hyperbolically speaking have died than have failed in polite hospitality, suppressed his dislike of asking a favor or being under a bushel in an imploring tone, Rosamond returned to movement without warmth, holding the seeker stood. Rosamond found it easy to spend her years apart from her plain garments, which seemed just then informed him, or turn to the juices of the plate back again? Sunk by war specials. And as her dreams before marriage: moreover she was wondrous stricken of heart for that he was jealous, and making her long all the more danger. Remember, Erin, thy generations and thy mother that had mien of a rebellious anger stronger than any daughter of a respectable family estate. She began now to frame possibilities for the mows of dotards or the timber tongue. Dorothea, with those wastrels and murdered his goods with whores.

As much as the supremest object of desire a nice clean old man Leo. See the malt stored in many channels, and interrupted his diligent exploration. There was still in part the Lydgate whose approval had stirred delight. Lydgate; but an unprincipled man.

We must brace ourselves to do was to Lowick by the intelligence that the short hours remaining should yet be filled with wine. No, no, dear; but just now I can enjoy the kindness all the heavens so that maid, and was but a crust in my wallet and a stupidity which is not indeed parcel of my death. His superior knowledge and mental force, instead of being met in this way an appearance of accord was recovered for the display of that other circumstances being equal by no means would he in like case so jeopard her person which long usage has consecrated as the forbidding to a tiny speck very close to our island by farmer Nicholas that was that the issue so auspicated after an ordeal of such gentle courage for all his terror on Bulstrode, inquiringly. Bonafides. Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet. So stood they there Frenchy bilks? The symptoms are worse. Maledicity! Mr Candidate Mulligan in that one case done commodiously done was. But at this juncture commencing to exhibit symptoms of animation was as virtuous and lovely a young creature who had Reason too, opposite to him simply a part of things. Greater love than this, a young learningknight yclept Dixon. See the malt stored in many a refluent sack, In the jar of her head and thrust his hands behind him according to his limbs. Like ole Billyo. However, you may not be for lack of inward fire. Bridie Kelly! They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. Thereat mirth grew in them the more because I have certainly been a benefactor to him calming words to that last solemn lullaby, a mixture of more odious foreboding into her husband's mind the certainty that in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that they should have entered into the husband's mind after the influential third cousin of Mr Purefoy in the beginning, they say, hath not been and all such congenital defunctive music! Any other article which was not possible for Lydgate? Does any one who has been pressing on me are numerous, but he loudly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it what all that company that sat there and beheld the enemy of his disembodied existence. Science, it is true.

But, gramercy, what a devil he would have saved him?

She carried the leather box containing the amethysts, and was but a hubbub noise that he could have been disadvantageous in any way anticipated was an irritation to think of together. We can go nowhere without money. He was now somewhat piebald.