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At nightfall the old woman was at home again. She slept well that night.

An old story yet lives of the "Thorny Road of Honor," of a marksman, who indeed attained to rank and office, but only after a lifelong and weary strife against difficulties.

Madame Maramballe suddenly turned about completely, in order to see the old domestic. Their eyes met, and in this single glance they both said "Thank you!" to each other.

The beautiful, brilliant Butterflies of the Meadow had many cousins living in the forest, most of whom were Night Moths.

The season of strikes seemed to have run itself to a standstill. Almost every trade and industry and calling in which a dislocation could possibly be engineered had indulged in that luxury.

At first the weather was fine and still. The thrushes were calling, and in the swamps close by something alive droned pitifully with a sound like blowing into an empty bottle.

The dream look was deeper than ever in his eyes. He had just sold two books of devotion to an elderly Canon.

On that terrible day, when the universal injustice was committed and Jesus Christ was crucified in Golgotha among robbers--on that day, from early morning, Ben-Tovit, a tradesman of Jerusalem, suffered from an unendurable toothache.

THE police superintendent Otchumyelov is walking across the market square wearing a new overcoat and carrying a parcel under his arm.

The woman had died without pain, quietly, as a woman should whose life had been blameless.