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hundred and sixty water mills and many of these continued to operate well into the nineteenth century

I'm prepared to give you an extra two weeks for this one

Trees filter the wind and considerably reduce it

Trees can also help reduce the amount of noise in the surroundings

sit down You look very hot and tired What would you like to drink

But remember full time students can get a low interest loan of up to six hundred dollars to buy books and for similar study related expenses

can be covered by a loan through the Welfare Service see Jill Freeman for details

in spite of staff cuts we counseled two hundred and forty international students for a total of twenty six hundred hours counseling

Fifteen hundred words That's for the essay

It has been relatively ignored by the mass media for example

And it also tends to be ignored in academic circle

compared with other types of crime It's often very complex

that I'd like to illustrate with reference to a specific event which occurred several years ago

I've been alone in my room at my aunt's and I've always shared with my sister and I like that

Do you have any women living alone retired women

In fact I have some really lovely retired ladies

I should let you know that your rent will be a hundred and sixty dollars per week

You'll have to pay me three hundred and twenty dollars as adeposit before you move in

With only six performers it's a small production which suits the venue well the Studio only seats about two hundred people

Yes hello I've been referred to you because I'm enquiring about the refresher courses that you run

What sort of things are covered in this course

Please listen carefully and press your required number at the appropriate time or dial a new number

The three day holiday costs one hundred and eighty dollars for all accommodation

The seven day holiday costs three hundred and fifty dollars per person and

For the fourteen day holiday our special price is six hundred and ninety dollars per person

that weighed seven hundred and ninety five kilograms quite a size

The shark's skin isn't covered with scales like other fish

instead the skin's covered with barbs giving it a rough texture like sandpaper

but considered meshing uneconomical as did Tahiti in the Pacific

When meshing began approximately fifteen hundred sharks were caught in the first year

and since that time the average annual catch has been only about a hundred and fifty a year

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world

The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country

And then I got fired

How can you get fired from a company you started

Well as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me and for the first year or so things went well

I didn't see it then but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life

Right now the new is you but someday not too long from now you will gradually become the old and be cleared away

that weighed seven hundred and ninety five kilograms quite a size

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood

This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice

But one hundred years later the Negro still is not free

One hundred years later the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination

One hundred years later the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity

One hundred years later the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land

Instead of honoring this sacred obligation America has given the Negro people a bad check a check which has come back marked insufficient funds

Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred

some of you have come from areas where your quest quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality

Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood

I have to say though that the whale sighting is only one of the many things offered

Can I pay that by credit card Yes you can

but they didn't think that mattered too much At first they were a bit concerned about the side bar

the base could be raised or lowered into two different positions making it safe as well as convenient

and what they save their money for One aspect that we haven't yet considered is gender

I've got that and what else A credit card

You can always renew items if they're not required by anyone else by telephoning or logging on to our website

People do all kinds of things including of course sponsored bike rides

Research and exploration has been going on in Antarctica for more than two hundred years

It wasn't built on land but on an ice shelf hundreds of meters thick

Special boxes are prepared each containing enough food for one person for twenty days

How would you like to pay Are you in a position to pay cash or would you need credit

I'd like credit provided the terms are reasonable

Oh Ben I just remembered I never filled in that form for Nick did you do it

The agreed targets for the UK mean that by 2008 we must reduce our carbon dioxide emissions by 125 compared with 1990

and also recycling reduces greenhouse gas emissions from landfill sites and incineration plants

We also discovered that waste that's collected from householders is taken to places called bring banks for sorting and baling into loads

Another difficulty is that toughened glass used for cooking doesn't fully melt at the temperature required for other glass

but I'd go up to a hundred if it was something special

Training sessions will be held in King's Park on Wednesday afternoons for the juniors and they will be wearing red shirts again this year

Then there's David West who has volunteered to be the club secretary

were eventually credited to poor training and having looked at the details in their last report I think that's right

who'd be prepared to back them with some of the capital they need

And one final point for those of you who have registered from abroad

Now the theatre is reopening soon after its three year redevelopment programme isn't it

which sold books and CDs is the one part of the redevelopment which isn't yet complete

and from then onwards the country suffered a series of invasions by tribes from present day Germany and Denmark

In the eleventh century in 1066 to be precise the Normans conquered England

merchants or money lenders during the next few hundred years

and the area became one where the vast majority of people lived in extreme poverty and suffered from appalling sanitary conditions

don't press the red button please but don't worry it's all clearly lapelled

It's two hundred seven sixfive Great I've got that

and there were cases of people watching the movie and actually fainting when the character fired a gun at the camera

This film featured actors speaking only during parts of the film and was called The Jazz Singer

As you know the hunter gatherer economy which existed beforehand was based on small scattered groups

The farming economy would almost certainly have required much larger communities to do all the work

about three hundred females the future of the species locally is at risk

the number of breeding sheep would have considerably exceeded three hundred

It's usually suggested that the Neolithic settlers used skin covered boats to transport livestock

where a cereal grain accidentally became embedded in the surface of a pot before it was fired

The stone blade of a plough has been discovered during excavation in County Mayo in western Ireland

All right I'd like to register for the full three days Now can I pay that by credit card

and you are among the two hundred extra staff recruited to help look after them

the green team the red team and the yellow team

you will be on the red team

Now we've also put the entrance staff on the red team and you'll be stampimg the entrance tickets and giving out publicity leaflets OK

and you will be in the red team so please collect a red Tshirt

Good afternoon Yes I've just transferred to the School of Education

It's almost a hundred thousand years since the Asiatic lions split off and developed as a sub species

Over the next nineteen hundred years the numbers of Asiatic lions in the other areas declined steadily

but it was only in the nineteenth century that they disappeared from everywhere but India

There are now around three hundred Asiatic lions in India and almost all of them are in this sanctuary

The crime was of interest in itself but that interest was as nothing to me compared to the inconceivable sequel which afforded me the greatest shock and surprise of any event in my adventurous life

Even now after this long interval I find myself thrilling as I think of it and feeling once more that sudden flood of joy amazement and incredulity which utterly submerged my mind

Let me say to that public which has shown some interest in those glimpses which I have occasionally given them of the thoughts and actions of a very remarkable man that they are not to blame me if I have not shared my knowledge with them for I should have considered it my first duty to do so had I not been barred by a positive prohibition from his own lips which was only withdrawn upon the third of last month

All day as I drove upon my round I turned over the case in my mind and found no explanation which appeared to me to be adequate

It came out in evidence that in partnership with Colonel Moran he had actually won as much as four hundred and twenty pounds in a sitting some weeks before from Godfrey Milner and Lord Balmoral

There were some figures also upon a sheet of paper with the names of some club friends opposite to them from which it was conjectured that before his death he was endeavouring to make out his losses or winnings at cards

Suppose a man had fired through the window he would indeed be a remarkable shot who could with a revolver inflict so deadly a wound

Again Park Lane is a frequented thoroughfare there is a cab stand within a hundred yards of the house

All day I turned these facts over in my mind endeavouring to hit upon some theory which could reconcile them all and to find that line of least resistance which my poor friend had declared to be the startingpoint of every investigation

A tall thin man with coloured glasses whom I strongly suspected of being a plainclothes detective was pointing out some theory of his own while the others crowded round to listen to what he said

I endeavoured to apologize for the accident but it was evident that these books which I had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of their owner

I had not been in my study five minutes when the maid entered to say that a person desired to see me

I rose to my feet stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and the last time in my life

Certainly a gray mist swirled before my eyes and when it cleared I found my collarends undone and the tingling after taste of brandy upon my lips

My dear Watson said the well remembered voice I owe you a thousand apologies

We tottered together upon the brink of the fall

I listened with amazement to this explanation which Holmes delivered between the puffs of his cigarette

The instant that the Professor had disappeared it struck me what a really extraordinarily lucky chance Fate had placed in my way

The fall roared beneath me

But I struggled upward and at last I reached a ledge several feet deep and covered with soft green moss where I could lie unseen in the most perfect comfort

He had waited and then making his way round to the top of the cliff he had endeavoured to succeed where his comrade had failed

It was a hundred times more difficult than getting up

Several times during the last three years I have taken up my pen to write to you but always I feared lest your affectionate regard for me should tempt you to some indiscretion which would betray my secret

You may have read of the remarkable explorations of a Norwegian named Sigerson but I am sure that it never occurred to you that you were receiving news of your friend

Such was the remarkable narrative to which I listened on that April eveninga narrative which would have been utterly incredible to me had it not been confirmed by the actual sight of the tall spare figure and the keen eager face which I had never thought to see again

You will hear and see enough before morning he answered

I knew not what wild beast we were about to hunt down in the dark jungle of criminal London but I was well assured from the bearing of this master huntsman that the adventure was a most grave onewhile the sardonic smile which occasionally broke through his ascetic gloom boded little good for the object of our quest

Holmes's knowledge of the byways of London was extraordinary and on this occasion he passed rapidly and with an assured step through a network of mews and stables the very existence of which I had never known

We entered together and he closed it behind us

Do you know where we are he whispered

Surely that is Baker Street I answered staring through the dim window

It really is rather like me is it not I should be prepared to swear that it was you

The credit of the execution is due to Monsieur Oscar Meunier of Grenoble who spent some days in doing the moulding

I cared nothing for him

But I cared a great deal for the much more formidable person who was behind him the bosom friend of Moriarty the man who dropped the rocks over the cliff the most cunning and dangerous criminal in London

Once or twice it seemed to me that I had seen the same figure before and I especially noticed two men who appeared to be sheltering themselves from the wind in the doorway of a house some distance up the street

At last as midnight approached and the street gradually cleared he paced up and down the room in uncontrollable agitation

His face was gaunt and swarthy scored with deep savage lines

In his hand he carried what appeared to be a stick but as he laid it down upon the floor it gave a metallic clang

Then crouching down he rested the end of the barrel upon the ledge of the open window and I saw his long moustache droop over the stock and his eye gleam as it peered along the sights

Lestrade had produced two candles and the policemen had uncovered their lanterns

He took no heed of any of us but his eyes were fixed upon Holmes's face with an expression in which hatred and amazement were equally blended

I don't think I have had the pleasure of seeing you since you favoured me with those attentions as I lay on the ledge above the Reichenbach Fall

The colonel still stared at my friend like a man in a trance

I believe I am correct Colonel in saying that your bag of tigers still remains unrivalled The fierce old man said nothing but still glared at my companion

Have you not tethered a young kid under a tree lain above it with your rifle and waited for the bait to bring up your tiger This empty house is my tree and you are my tiger

To you and to you only belongs the credit of the remarkable arrest which you have effected

As I entered I saw it is true an unwonted tidiness but the old landmarks were all in their place

There were two occupants of the room one Mrs Hudson who beamed upon us both as we entered

It was a waxcoloured model of my friend so admirably done that it was a perfect facsimile

There's genius in that for who would expect to find such a thing fired from an airgun All right Mrs Hudson

He had thrown off the seedy frockcoat and now he was the Holmes of old in the mousecoloured dressing gown which he took from his effigy

The old SHIKARI'S nerves have not lost their steadiness nor his eyes their keenness said he with a laugh as he inspected the shattered forehead of his bust

It is true Holmes answered

He retired came to London and again acquired an evil name

I believe that on the day of the murder Adair had discovered that Moran was cheating

He therefore murdered Adair who at the time was endeavouring to work out how much money he should himself return since he could not profit by his partner's foul play

At the end of the hall a poster covered one wall

His hair was fair and the skin on his face which used to be pink was red and rough from cheap soap old razor blades and the cold of the winter that had just ended

He stared at the Ministry of Truth where he worked

It was an enormous white building three hundred metres high

He poured himself a cup of colourless oily gin and drank it down like medicine

She wore the narrow red belt of the Young People's League tied tightly round her overalls

But at the same moment the soldier became the face of Big Brother black haired moustached filling the telescreen

Then the face of Big Brother disappeared from the telescreen and the Party slogans came up instead WAR IS PEACE FREEDOM IS SLAVERY IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH

What had he intended to say Winston stared at the page then began to write Freedom is the freedom to say that two and two make four

People just disappeared always during the night

And then your name disappeared your existence was denied and then forgotten

On the walls were the red flags of the Young People's League and the Spies and a full sized poster of Big Brother

Winston repaired the sink taking out the unpleasant knot of hair that was stopping the water running away

Both were dressed in the blue grey and red uniforms of the Spies

And it was possible that nobody knew or cared how many boots were made

People disappeared from the newspapers when they were vaporized and they could also appear in the newspapers when they did not exist

Winston remembered Mr Ogilvy

He had appeared in the newspapers because he had led the sort of life the Party wanted

The gin was poured for them into big cups and they walked through the crowded canteen to a metal table

You think the main job is inventing new words don't you Wrong We're destroying words lots of them hundreds of them every day

Was he the only one who remembered that last week they got thirty grammes They were getting less chocolate not more

The girl with dark hair who he remembered from the Two Minutes Hate was at the next table

He was he thought about ten or eleven years old when his mother disappeared

The whiteness and the bright red lips

Katherine was a tall fair haired girl who moved well

There were hundreds of people in the streets pretty young girls young men chasing the girls fat old women the pretty girls in ten years time

When he stood up he was covered with bits of glass from the nearest window

The bomb had destroyed a group of houses two hundred metres up the street and in front of him he saw a human hand cut off at the wrist

That's a beautiful bed but perhaps it would be too big for you Winston thought he could probably rent the room for a few dollars a week if he dared to

Winston did not buy the picture but he stayed in the room talking to the old man whose name he discovered was Charrington

Her face had turned a milky yellow colour making her mouth look redder than ever

If anyone was coming you could hear them a hundred metres away

Of course Hundreds of times well a lot of times

Her lips were red her face was smooth there was even something under her eyes to make them brighter

A hundred years old More

Two hundred

His name disappeared from lists and newspapers

But the guards had not ordered him out

O'Brien took a bottle and filled three glasses with dark red liquid

Now what are you prepared to do Anything that we can said Winston

You are willing to cause the death of hundreds of innocent people Yes

It seemed to Winston that a long time passed before he answered

Tired but not sleepy he climbed the stairs above Mr Charrington's shop

Sometimes the Low have no aim at all because they are too tired from endless boring work to have an aim

The individual suffered in ways that he had not suffered for centuries

The people who entered the new High group were from the professions scientists teachers journalists

Only one thing mattered don't give them an excuse to hit you

He wondered if they had got Mr Charrington

Winston covered his face with his hands

No faces covered in the cells

Winston uncovered his face

Well one question was answered

He said he was an Eastasian spy He said he had murdered his wife although they knew very well she was still alive

The numbers on the dial of this machine go up to a hundred

They shared the same experiences there was a place where they could meet and talk

As he opened his eyes he remembered who he was and where he was and he recognized the face that was looking down into his own but something was empty inside his head

Now do you begin to understand me Winston thought how tired O'Brien looked

You are thinking he said that my face is old and tired

He heard himself promising to murder another person to cause the death of hundreds of innocent people to make a child blind and destroy its face

A bent grey coloured thing was walking towards him in the mirror

You have thought sometimes said O'Brien that my face the face of a member of the Inner Party looks old and tired

Everyone is cured sooner or later

He began to write with big child like letters FREEDOM IS SLAVERY TWO AND TWO MAKE FIVE And while he worked on crimestop inside his mind he wondered when they would shoot him

It falls on the floor and breaks into a hundred pieces

It's in a hundred pieces now, he says

God help us A visitor! he muttered to himself

Mr Heathcliff and I entered the huge main room

From every shadowy corner in the great room appeared a growling animal, ready to kill me, it seemed Help! Mr Heathcliffl Help! I shouted, trying to keep the dogs back

What the devil is the matter? Mr Heathcliff asked me rudely, when he finally entered the room

Finally Joseph's head appeared at a window of one of the farm buildings

Just then a young man appeared and called me to follow him

You shouldn't have come; he answered, shaking the snow off his clothes

His face went red, and he seemed only just able to stop himself hitting me

He muttered something I could not hear

No one answered me

I hope that will teach you not to walk over the moors in bad weather, he answered

In the end I was again rescued by the housekeeper, Zillah, who ordered away the dogs and helped me to my feet

1801 Quietly, sir whispered the housekeeper

But I was too tired to listen

Thank you, Zillah, I said, and, taking the candle, I entered the room and closed the door

I rubbed the creature's tiny wrist against the broken glass so that blood poured down on to the bed

Unable to move, I stared in horror at the shape behind the glass, and screamed There were rapid footsteps outside my bedroom door, and then I saw the light of a candle in the room

Is anyone here? whispered Heathcliff

Ah, my ghostly Catherine, I muttered quietly to myself

He had travelled sixty miles to Liverpool and back on business, and was very tired

They were very disappointed to see only a dirty, black haired gipsy child

No one ever discovered who his parents had been

Now that Hindley was the master of the house, he ordered Joseph and me to spend our evenings in the small back kitchen, as we were only servants, while he, his wife and Catherine sat in the main room

I was the only one who cared what happened to the two poor creatures, and I was afraid for them

One Sunday evening they were missing at bedtime, and Hindley ordered me angrily to lock the front door

Don't wake the master up! I whispered

Probably not, I answered

I attacked it, and made it let go of her leg, but the Lintons' servants appeared and caught hold of me

Mother, he whispered, the young lady is Miss Earnshaw, of Wuthering Heights

Why does her brother Hindley let her run around with such a companion? wondered Mr Linton

Heathcliff was used to being outside all day, and had not bothered to wash or change his clothes

When I went to find her, however, I discovered she had gone right to the top of the house to talk to Heathcliff through his locked bedroom door, and had then climbed out on to the roof and in through his window

At fifteen, Catherine was the most beautiful girl for miles around, but she was proud and quick tempered

He did not have time to study any more, and the long hours of work on the farm made him tired and dull

Edgar Linton entered, his handsome face full of delight at receiving Catherine's unexpected invitation

I wondered if Catherine was comparing her two friends, as Edgar came in and Heathcliff ran out

No, answered Catherine

She came up to me, and whispered crossly, Go away, Ellen! Keeping her back to Edgar, she cruelly scratched my arm

But this time Hindley discovered my plan

Heathcliff stared down at the child he was holding

And he poured himself a drink

It's a pity he can't kill himself with drink, muttered Heathcliff

In fact I discovered later that he was sitting just under the window, and could hear everything that was said in the kitchen

Are you alone, Ellen? she whispered

Where's Heathcliff? He's out on the farm, I answered

He's always, always in my heart ? Just then Joseph entered the kitchen

I whispered to Catherine that I was sure Heathcliff had heard some of what she said

In the morning we discovered that she had caught a fever, as a result of getting wet

When she recovered, she was invited to stay for a while at Thrushcross Grange

Catherine returned to us, prouder and quicker?tempered than ever, but not as strong as before

But for most of the time, I believe they shared a deep and growing love for each other

Look, I'm not a stranger! What! I cried in surprise, for it had been four years since he disappeared

A man wants to see you, madam, I muttered

Remember, he's only a servant! When Heathcliff entered the sitting?room, I was surprised to see how much he had changed

We discovered that he had been invited to stay at Wuthering Heights, by Hindley

Hindley asked him to play cards, and when he discovered Heathcliff had a lot of money, invited him to stay there

Isabella, Mr Edgar's sister, a pretty girl of eighteen, suddenly declared that she was in love with Heathcliff

That devil Heathcliff told you he could never love Miss Isabella! And now he's kissing her! So when Heathcliff entered the house, Catherine was ready to scold him

Leave Isabella alone, Heathcliff! she ordered

Catherine! said Mr Edgar to his wife as he entered

You've lost the fight already! You aren't a man, you're a mouse! So that, said Heathcliff, pointing at Mr Edgar, is the thing you preferred to me, Catherine

Is he crying, or is he going to die of fear? He went up to look more closely at Mr Edgar, who suddenly recovered and hit Heathcliff hard on the neck

Catherine, who was over?excited, ordered me to go upstairs with her

You must remind Edgar how quick tempered I am, and what Dr Kenneth said about my health

As I was leaving the room, however, he entered

Don't worry, sir, I whispered to him

Oh, why don't I die, since no one cares about me! she muttered

Edgar doesn't love me at all! What is he doing all this time, Ellen? He's reading books in the library, madam, I answered

I won't lie there alone, Heathcliff! I won't rest until you're in the grave with me! I was still holding her back from the window, and wondering what to do next, when Mr Edgar entered

Shut the window, Ellen! Catherine! Why ? When he saw his wife's face, he was so shocked that he stopped speaking and stared at her in horror

She's feverish, sir, and doesn't know what she's saying, I whispered If she has food and rest, she'll recover

In the morning we discovered that Isabella's room was empty

During that time Catherine was dangerously ill with brain fever, and Dr Kenneth warned us that even if she recovered, her brain would never return to normal

He disappeared as soon as we arrived, so I entered the kitchen alone

I'm tired after my journey

We have no maids here, he answered

Heathcliff looked more like a gentleman than I had ever seen him, but his wife had not bothered to brush her hair or change her dress

That's because he doesn't know how much I've suffered, she answered quietly, turning away to hide the tears on her face

He appeared, and in two steps was by her side

At that moment my master appeared at the door

She recovered a little, but did not recognize any of us, and was clearly very ill

I wondered if she was now beyond us all', as she had said, and hoped that her soul had found a home with God

You said I killed you ? haunt me then! Murdered people do haunt their murderers, I believe

Come back as a ghost? drive me mad? I don't care! Oh, God! I can't bear it! I cannot live without you, my soul! He howled like a wild animal, and hit his forehead several times against a tree, until the wood was covered in blood

That's fine. Right, so that's $35 to pay please. Have you got your credit card number there?

If you book a camping holiday with us, you'll have a choice of over three hundred sites

but if it does, we also want all customers to be insured.

Inside, a box of games and toys can be found, and children's tents can be hired if required

This can really help to reduce visitor pressure

It's really dangerous in dry areas, and you can easily bum priceless undiscovered material by doing so

I'll need it from the 31st of January Right Mr Jones I'm getting a couple of quotes coming up on the computer now company and the best bet looks like being with a company called Red Flag

How can you be certain of this? because fossils and rocks have been discovered in Antarctica which are the same as those found in places such as Africa and Australia

keyboard players had high levels of mixedhandedness, whereas string players like cellists and violinists strongly favoured one hand

Anyway, his team measured the hand, feet and eyes of 2611 players and found that there were really three main types of laterality: mixed you work equally well on both sides both hand and eye; single you tend to favour one side but both hand and eye favour the same side

The predominant reason for this is because it aids balance which is of course absolutely central to performance in this sport

Ah, yes Are you a registered student? I'm afraid this service is only available to full time students

Clerical Assistant required I think it mostly involves putting the books back on the shelves

It says here that you'll be required to deal with student enquiries and answer the phone I'm sure I can handle all that without a problem

Good morning I'm very pleased to have been invited along to your club to talk about our Charity Sponsored Walking Holiday for Education Aid

First of all let me explain what we mean by sponsored here

Apart from these spectacular snow covered peaks and valleys

Day Nine is much easier,with part of the day spent in a village where they make some of the gorgeous red blankets

Well the information is transferred direct to onshore meteorological stations like our one in Hobart

The company's research covered a whole range of different hotel types both independent hotels and those which are part of large chains

Creating the park required the demolition of lots of derelict buildings on the site

This area is in a sheltered part of the estuary

as they discovered it had the ability to make food taste better

But it wasn't until 1908 that the ingredient in kombu which was responsible for the improvement in flavor

was actually discovered to be glutamate by scientists working there

and still continues to increase to this day In fact, hundreds of thousands of tones of MSG are produced all over the world today

Her face was scratched and bruised, and she looked very tired

The knife cut into Hindley's wrist, and blood poured out

Heathcliff must have discovered this from the servants

We never discovered exactly what happened, but Heathcliff said he had drunk himself to death

It appeared that Heathcliff had won Hindley's house, land and money from him when playing cards, so he was now the master of Wuthering Heights

She wasn't as proud and quick? tempered as her mother, but she was used to getting what she wanted

His face went very red

You, get my horse, she ordered him

On our way home I explained to her that if her father discovered she had visited Wuthering Heights, he would perhaps be so angry with me that he would send me away

He seemed so weak that I wondered how long he would live

Although it was late and Mr Edgar was tired after his journey, Joseph insisted, so I took him to the master's room

I must take him back now! Not tonight! answered Mr Edgar

She was delighted to rediscover her cousin Linton, who was keeping warm by the fire

I don't think my plan will ever succeed, Ellen! he whispered to me

There's something I must tell you! I won't listen, answered Cathy

What a trick you played on him! You wrote him all those love letters, and then I suppose you got tired of it, and stopped! Well, you've broken poor Linton's heart

Will you shut the door? he said crossly, as we entered

Cathy poured him a glass of water

At last he recovered

But I never wondered what she did in the evenings, when Mr Edgar had gone to bed, and I no longer needed her

I only discovered the truth on the first day I was able to get up

I never imagined that a father could treat a dying child as cruelly and wickedly as we later discovered Heathcliff had done

Do you think his health is better now than before? whispered Cathy

I'm sorry, Miss Cathy, I think it's much worse, I answered

Just then Heathcliff appeared

Ellen, how is Edgar? Is he dying, as the villagers say? It's true, the master is dying, I answered

When we had entered the house, however, I was horrified to see Heathcliff lock the front door

My father came, and ordered her to give him the pictures and the case

Now you've made me tired with all this talking! You won't find the key to the room! Go away! As there seemed to be no chance of persuading him to help her escape, I decided to go back to the Grange as quickly as possible, and rescue her later

Kissing her, he whispered, I'm going to join her, and you, dear child, will join us! He did not move or speak again

I'm looking for someone to rent the Grange from me, he answered

When the man closed the lid, I broke open one side of her coffin, the side away from Edgar's grave, and covered it up with earth

Goodbye, Ellen! whispered my dear little mistress

It appeared that, when she arrived at the Heights, she did her best to look after her sick husband

I haven't even any books! she answered sadly

So, Mr Lockwood, you've got tired of the moors already, have you? Well, have your lunch with Hareton and me, anyway

Read it correctly this time, or I'll pull your hair! You must kiss me if I get it right, answered a deep voice

I did not want to disturb their happiness, so I went round to the back door, where I discovered my old friend Ellen Dean

She apologized for being rude to him, and offered to teach him everything she knew

He won't obey you any more, and soon he'll hate you as much as I do! You'd better leave, Cathy, whispered Hareton urgently

But when he looked into her face, his anger suddenly disappeared, and he let his arm fall to his side

We all stared at him

As the master entered the house, he had a full view of us three

Mr Heathcliff stopped and stared, then looked away

It's silly, isn't it, Ellen, he muttered, that I have worked all my life to destroy these two families, the Earnshaws and the Lintons

No, I'm not hungry, he answered

Look at yourself in the mirror! You look ill and tired

But most of the time I studied the book and stared, fascinated, at the pictures

I was only afraid that my secret hiding place might be discovered

Say, What do you want, Master Reed , he answered, sitting in an armchair

I was reading, I answered

Mrs Reed said calmly, Take her away to the red room and lock her in there

As soon as we arrived in the red room, I became quiet again, and the two servants both started scolding me

The red room was a cold, silent room, hardly ever used, although it was one of the largest bedrooms in the house

And so I spent that whole long afternoon in the red room asking myself why I had to suffer and why life was so unfair

He might rise from the grave in the churchyard and appear in this room! I was so frightened by this thought that I hardly dared to breathe

Mrs Reed appeared at the door of the room

Silence! Control yourself! She pushed me, resisting wildly, back into the red room and locked me in

Yes, you became ill in the red room, but you'll get better, don't worry, Miss Jane, she answered.

Fortunately I suffered no serious illness as a result of my terrible experience in the red room,

But John Reed knocked me down and my aunt locked me in the red room, I cried.

I think I may have some, who are very poor, but I know nothing about them, I answered.

When I nervously entered the breakfast room I looked up at a black column!

I'm sorry to hear it, he answered.

They go to hell, I answered.

I will indeed send her soon, murmured Mrs. Reed to herself.

I will! he answered.

Yes, I answered, and was helped out of the coach with my luggage.

Tired and confused after the journey, I followed the servant into a large building, where she left me in a sitting room.

I discovered that she was Miss Temple, the headmistress of Lowood school. She looked at me carefully.

You are very young to be sent alone. You look tired. Are you? she asked, putting her hand kindly on my shoulder.

Each child could have a drink of water out of the shared cup, and could take a small piece of biscuit.

Then we all went quietly upstairs to the long, crowded bedroom, where two children shared every bed.

I had to share Miss Miller's, but I was so tired that I fell asleep immediately.

When the bell rang again, we all went downstairs, two by two, and silently entered the cold, badly lit schoolroom for prayers.

Girls, this morning you had a breakfast which you couldn't eat. You must be hungry, so I have ordered a lunch of bread and cheese for you all.

As I wondered, I saw a girl near me reading a book.

Her class were studying history, and her teacher, Miss Scatcherd, appeared constantly annoyed by her.

I don't think you would, answered Helen quietly.

You are wrong, she answered. I'm untidy and careless and I forget the rules.

Helen asked me to explain what I meant, and listened carefully to the long story of what I had suffered at Gateshead.

All the teachers and pupils stood respectfully as he entered the schoolroom. I looked up.

I remembered only too well Mrs. Reed's description of my character, and the promise he had given her to warn teachers at Lowood about my wickedness.

I myself, sir, answered Miss Temple.

Who what is that girl with red hair, with curls, madam, with curls everywhere?

Miss Temple whispered kindly in my ear, Don't be afraid, Jane. I saw it was an accident.

Her look calmed me. What a smile she had! It was an intelligent, brave smile, lighting up her thin face and her tired grey eyes.

And so I told her the whole story of my lonely childhood with the Reed family, and of my terrible experience in the red room.

You've come to say goodbye, she whispered, coughing.

Yes, I'm sure of it. I'm sure our souls go there when we die, she answered firmly.

It appeared that Mr. Rochester, who had known Adele and her mother very well, had brought Adele back to England to live with him after her mother had died.

I could get no further information from Mrs. Fairfax about Mr. Rochester, but instead she offered to show me round the whole house.

It may be Grace Poole, she answered calmly.

Grace! called Mrs. Fairfax. I did not expect anyone to answer, but in fact a door opened and a middle aged woman appeared.

If you need help, sir, I can fetch someone either from Thornfield Hall or from Hay, I offered.

I think you ought to be at home yourself, he answered.

No, I've never seen him, I answered.

When I entered, the servants told me that Mr. Rochester had arrived, and that he had hurt his leg when his horse slipped on ice on the road to Hay.

His leg was supported on a chair, but he made no effort to greet me when I entered.

I haven't much experience of them, sir, I answered.

I advertised, and Mrs. Fairfax answered the advertisement.

But he has no family, I answered.

Nine years is a long time. Surely he has recovered from losing his brother by now.

I don't like the conversation of children or old ladies, he murmured to me.

Normally I would have taken time to think, and said something polite, but somehow I answered at once, No, sir.

Soon I discovered what Mr. Rochester meant when he said he had done wrong.

I was so in love with her that I rented a house and hired servants for her.

What happened when she entered the house, sir? Oh, I'd forgotten Celine!

Was that Grace Poole? I wondered, trembling.

Is there a flood? he cried. No, sir, I answered, but there's been a fire.

I waited, cold and tired, in his room for what seemed a very long time.

Then I saw the light of his candle approaching through the darkness, and he appeared, looking pale and depressed.

I did, I whispered. I'm sure I heard a strange laugh. She went on sewing calmly.

No, in fact I locked my door, I answered, and I shall lock it every night from now on.

Last night — his words, his look, his voice! And my cheeks were red as I thought of those precious moments.

All the gentlemen admired her, not only for her beauty but also for her musical skills.

Oh yes, five times what you and I earn! answered the other.

Ah! She understands what she has to do, that's true, answered the second,

From a dark corner of the stairs we admired the ladies as they went up to their rooms,

but in the end she was so tired with all the excitement that she and I both went to bed early.

You'll see her tonight, answered Mrs. Fairfax.

How close we had been then! But now, he entered the room without even looking at me, and took a seat with the ladies.

I compared him to the other gentlemen present.

How I have suffered with them! One of the older ladies whispered to her, pointing in my direction.

With pleasure, he answered, bowing, and the group moved towards the piano.

This was the moment for me to escape, but I had only just left the sitting room and reached the hall, when Mr. Rochester appeared through another door.

I'm tired, sir. He looked at me for a minute. And a little depressed. Why? Tell me.

No sooner had Mr. Mason joined the group of guests than a servant entered to announce the arrival of an old gipsy woman, who was supposed to be a skilled fortune teller.

While the gentlemen were calming them down, the servant entered the room again.

Her large black hat covered most of her face, but when she lifted her head, I saw her dark eyes.

I hardly know the ladies and gentlemen here, I answered.

Jane, help me, he murmured, almost falling.

But if they only looked at me coldly, and whispered behind their hands about me, and then left me one by one?

We entered a room with curtains hung on the walls.

In an armchair lay Mr. Mason, his clothes and his arm covered in blood.

Am I going to die? he murmured weakly.

No, man, don't be foolish. It's just a scratch, answered Mr. Rochester.

She bit me, murmured Mason, when Rochester managed to get the knife from her.

But I wish there was an end to it! he murmured to himself.

It appeared that my cousin John Reed, who had spent and wasted all his money and some of his mother's,

She lives at Gateshead, sir, a hundred miles away.

And you certainly can't travel a hundred miles alone!

In that time I had made some friends, gained much self confidence, and finally lost my hatred of the Reeds.

in fact they more or less ignored me, but I hardly noticed their rudeness.

I remembered it well from my childhood.

As I looked out of the window into the black emptiness, I wondered about the great mystery of death,

Poor woman! She died soon afterwards, keeping her hatred of me alive in her heart, and no one at Gateshead cried for her.

I discovered a quiet place where I thought nobody would find me,

No longer able to control my feelings, I poured out what was in my heart.

My bride! I have no bride! he answered.

Not at all, I answered.

Once he murmured, No family! That's good. No family to interfere!

Suddenly rain poured down, and although we hurried back to the house, we were quite wet when we arrived in the hall.

Outside, the storm continued furiously all night, and in the morning we discovered that the great tree at the bottom of the garden, which had stood for hundreds of years, had been hit by lightning and torn in half.

but I preferred that to being calledmy darling.

She came to my bedside, put her candle close to my face and stared fiercely at me.

Jane, you are too sensitive. That was just a dream. Don't think about it any more! he answered comfortingly.

I was careful to keep her a secret, murmured Mr. Rochester, frowning.

We all went up to the top floor, and entered the room where Mason had been attacked.

Not bad, sir, answered Grace, but be careful.

After the gentlemen had left, I entered my room and locked the door.

Sometime in the afternoon I recovered a little, but I felt faint as I stood up, and realized I had not eaten anything all day.

Sir, I can't. I feel tired and weak. I want some water.

I do love you, I answered, more than ever, but this is the last time I can say it.

Sir, your wife is alive, I dared to say, although he was looking aggressively at me, and if I lived with you like that, I'd be your mistress.

By now my father and brother were dead, so I was rich, but I considered myself poor, because I was tied to a mad wife until death.

And when my horse slipped and fell on the ice, a little figure appeared and insisted on helping me.

Rushing furiously across the room, he seized me violently and stared fiercely into my eyes.

Small and weak as I was, I stared firmly back at him.

That night I only slept a little, dreaming of the red room at Gateshead.

Mother, I will, I answered.

At the baker's I offered to exchange my leather gloves for a small cake,

The kitchen looked so clean and bright, and the ladies so kind and sensible, that I dared to knock at the door.

I dropped on to the wet doorstep, worn out and hopeless, prepared to die.

To their further questions I answered that I was too tired to speak.

He was between twenty eight and thirty, fair haired and extremely handsome.

That was all I was prepared to say.

I offered to do any kind of work, teaching, sewing, cleaning, so that I could become independent again.

We three shared the same interests and opinions, and spent the days and evenings very happily together.

I have, he answered slowly,

I understand, and I'll be happy to do it, I answered.

He feels his purpose in life is to spread the Christian religion in unexplored places where the people have never heard the word of God.

Just then St John himself entered, reading a letter.

St John gave them the letter to read, and then they all looked at each other, smiling rather tiredly.

She said no more, and none of us referred to the subject again that evening.

But then I told myself that I would only have been his mistress, in a foreign country, and for a short time, until he grew tired of me.

A year ago I too was very miserable, because I was bored by the routine life of a country vicar, and I was tempted to change my profession.

St John glanced quickly at her, but dared not look at her for long.

He kept his eyes on the ground as he answered, A lovely evening, but it's late for you to be out alone.

I'll come and help you teach sometimes. I get so bored at home!

He just stared at her, as if he wanted to say, I love you, and I know you love me.

If I offered you my heart, I think you'd accept. But my heart is already promised as a sacrifice to God.

When I discovered that Miss Oliver's father greatly admired the Rivers family,

She's so beautiful! he murmured, still looking at it. I would certainly like to have it.

The wind, I thought, was shaking the door, but no, it was St John, who came in out of the frozen darkness, his coat covered in snow.

There's nothing wrong, he answered calmly, hanging up his coat, and stamping the snow from his boots.

I don't know anything about Mr. Rochester's character, but I do know that he offered to marry this young girl,

who only discovered during the wedding ceremony that he was in fact already married, to a mad woman.

The governess disappeared soon after this, and although investigations have been carried out,

Perhaps you would like to know how much you've inherited? offered St John politely.

Twenty thousand pounds, shared equally, would be five thousand pounds each, more than enough for each one of us.

Yes, I answered, but I couldn't do it for ever.

Nothing has changed or will change my plans, he answered.

My heart is silent my heart is silent, I murmured. Then I must speak for it, said the deep, stern voice.

I admired and respected him, and under his touch my mind was changing.

If I felt certain, I answered finally, that God really wanted me to marry you, I would agree!

and when she disappeared, he almost went mad.

But because he went back to help her, he was badly injured in the fire, losing a hand and the sight of both eyes.

I hired a carriage to drive there at once.

After a while he stopped, and stood quietly there, the rain falling fast on his bent, uncovered head.

Mary's in the kitchen, I answered.

I had assumed he would still want me to be his wife, and wondered why he did not ask me.

Mrs. Fairfax is retired, and Adele has grown into a charming young woman.

Alice was beginning to get very bored. She and her sister were sitting under the trees.

When she got there, she remembered that the little gold key was back on the glass table.

At last, tired and unhappy, Alice sat down on the floor and cried.

I am very tired of swimming, oh Mouse!

Then a bird appeared and began to fly around her head, screaming, Egg thief! Egg thief! Go away!

Alice went up to the door and knocked, but there was a lot of noise inside and nobody answered.

She was still looking at the tree when, suddenly, the Cat appeared again.

The March Hare poured a little hot tea on its nose, and the Hatter began to look for a clean plate.

You see, Miss, said the first gardener, these roses are white, but the Queen only likes red roses,

Then she saw the white roses, and her face turned red and angry.

But by then, the hedgehog was tired of waiting and was walking away across the croquet ground.

How are you getting on? said the Cat, when its mouth appeared.

Slowly the Cat's eyes, then its ears, and then the rest of its head appeared.

My name is Dr Frederick Treves.

An enormous red tooth came out of his mouth, under his nose.

Hundreds of people come to see him, you know, hundreds! I take him all over the country, I do!

He was very tired, hungry, and dirty, so I put him to bed in a quiet little room.

One day Dr Frederick Treves a hospital doctor saw Merrick, brought him to this hospital, and looked at him carefully.

The Queen gave him a little book, and some red flowers, before she left.

He remembered this play for a long time, and he talked a lot about the people in it.

In the morning, hundreds of birds sang in the trees, and everything outside the house was green.

One had a red body in front, and a brown back.

There are hundreds of flowers here. Did you know that?

Sometimes people who were new to the business called Scrooge Scrooge, and sometimes Marley, but he answered to both names.

The only thing that mattered to him was the business, and making money.

The cold inside him made his eyes red, and his thin lips blue, and his voice high and cross.

The fog covered everything, like a thick grey blanket.

Of course I'm cross, answered the uncle, when I live in a world full of stupid people like you!

But he remembered the face, so he walked through all his rooms, checking that everything was all right.

The fireplace was an old one, with hundreds of pictures on the tiles around the fire .

Scrooge remembered hearing that ghosts in old houses sometimes pulled chains behind them.

But the colour left his face when, without stopping, it came straight through the heavy, locked door, and appeared in front of him.

The ghost's deathcold eyes stared fixedly at Scrooge.

Little by little, the spirits and their voices disappeared into the fog and the darkness, and the night was silent again.

Perhaps because he was very tired, or because it was late, he went straight to bed, without taking off his clothes, and fell asleep immediately.

Was Marley's ghost a dream? he wondered.

Suddenly he remembered.

Scrooge sat up in bed, and stared at his ghostly visitor.

It wore a short, white robe, covered with both summer and winter flowers.

I am here for your own good, answered the ghost.

London, the fog, and the darkness had all disappeared,

One child, answered Scrooge. True, said the ghost.

Now the school had disappeared, and they were in the middle of a busy town, with shadowy crowds and carts all around them.

Together the two young clerks put away all the pens and papers, and, following Fezziwig's orders, cleared all the furniture away from the centre of the room.

When they were all tired, old Fezziwig cried out, Well done!

He remembered and enjoyed it all with the greatest delight.

Just then the door opened, and the father entered, carrying a great pile of Christmas presents.

You chose the life that you preferred, so why cry now?

But although it covered the ghost's head and body, Scrooge could not hide the light, which continued to shine out strongly from underneath.

Feeling very tired, he climbed into bed and at once fell into a deep, heavy sleep.

The walls were covered with bright green leaves, and there was a good fire burning in the fireplace.

On the floor were big piles of the best Christmas food wonderful rich dark cakes, warm soft bread, colourful apples and oranges, plates of yellow butter, cooked chickens, boxes of chocolates and sugared sweets.

The food, the room, the fire all disappeared, and they were standing outside in the cold, snowy streets on Christmas morning.

It gives a special taste to people's dinners on this day, answered the spirit.

At last, when they had finished their meal, the children cleared the table and washed the plates.

As they disappeared in the light of the spirit's torch, Scrooge could not take his eyes off them, especially Tiny Tim.

That's very bad of him, Fred! said his wife.

Scrooge recognized the song that his little sister used to sing, and remembered sadly what the ghost of Christmas Past had shown him.

Scrooge heard that Fred was thinking of a living animal, a wild animal, sometimes an angry animal, which lived in London and walked in the streets.

Every time he answered a question, Fred could not stop himself laughing.

I know what it is, Fred! I know! she cried out. It's your uncle Scrooge!

Everyone laughed until they cried. What a wonderful game! What a clever idea of Fred's!

But at last Fred dried his eyes, and said, We've been very merry because of him, so I think we should drink to his health.

Scrooge suddenly remembered the words of Jacob Marley's ghost, and, lifting his eyes, saw a spirit, all in black, coming slowly towards him.

I've no idea, replied the fat man, looking bored.

Who cares? What's he done with his money? asked a red faced gentleman.

Scrooge wondered why the spirit wanted him to hear these conversations.

Joe and the women had disappeared, and Scrooge was standing in a dark room.

A light shone down from above, on to the body of a dead man, covered with a sheet.

He looked at the spirit, whose hand was pointing at the man's covered head.

He is dead, Caroline, answered her husband.

Mrs Cratchit put her work down on the table, and covered her face with her hand.

It's difficult to work by candlelight. And I don't want to show red eyes to your father when he comes home.

He looked tired and thin, and needed his long scarf, poor man!

They reached a church, and entered the churchyard.

For the first time the hand appeared to shake.

He went to church, and watched the people, and gave children money for sweets, and discovered that he had never been so happy in his life.

But at last he did it, and was taken into the sitting room, where Fred and his pretty wife were waiting for their friends to arrive for dinner.

Fred! said Scrooge. It's your uncle Scrooge. I've come to dinner.

Will you let me stay, Fred?

Let him stay! Fred almost shook his uncle's arm off.

It was the year one thousand seven hundred and seventy five.

The horses were tired, but as they rested, the driver heard another horse coming fast up the hill behind them.

She was pretty, with golden hair and blue eyes, and Mr Lorry remembered a small child, almost a baby.

They had a daughter, but just before she was born, her father disappeared.

Lucie Manette stared at Mr Lorry.

I'm afraid, too, whispered Miss Manette.

A thin, white haired man was sitting on a wooden seat.

My name? came the whisper. One Hundred and Five, North Tower.

The old prisoner looked up at Mr Lorry, but there was no surprise, no understanding in his tired face, and he went back to work making shoes.

He stared into Lucie's face. No, no, you are too young, too young.

As he came down the stairs, Mr Lorry heard him say again and again, One Hundred and Five, North Tower.

Questions, questions, questions! The trial went on, and finally, a small, red haired man spoke.

Are you quite sure that the prisoner is the man you saw? Mr Stryver asked the red haired man.

I'd always be able to recognize him. The red haired man was very confident.

And the red haired man said not another word.

Sometimes his face became dark and sad when he remembered the years in the Bastille prison;

My father, said Lucie softly, putting her hand on his arm, shall we go home now? Yes, he answered slowly.

He remembered Lucie Manette's worried face when she watched Darnay in court.

If I changed places with Darnay, he whispered to himself, would those blue eyes of Miss Manette look at me, in the same way?

Miss Pross had red hair and a quick, sharp voice, and seemed at first sight a very alarming person.

Nobody is good enough for my darling Lucie, she told Mr Lorry one day, and I don't like all these hundreds of visitors.

Mr Lorry had a very high opinion of Miss Pross, but he wasn't brave enough to argue that two visitors were nothundreds.

The Marquis looked back at them in bored dislike. To him, they were no more than animals.

At the corner there now stood a large, dark haired woman, knitting.

She stared long and hard at the face of the Marquis, but he did not look at her, and drove on.

Oh, Monsieur, he was white from head to foot. All covered with dust. Just like a ghost.

Soon his nephew entered the room.

So, a new way of life begins. But you are tired.

When he left to go to Tellson's Bank, he whispered to Miss Pross that he would return as quickly as he could.

Defarge had been away for three days, and when he returned that morning, he brought a stranger with him, a man who repaired roads.

The man who repaired roads sat down and drank.

He ran away, but that night the Marquis was murdered.

Gaspard disappeared and was only caught a few weeks ago.

Good, said his wife. I'll put him on the list tomorrow. But you seem tired tonight. And sad.

Four terrible and violent hours. Then a white flag appeared above the walls and the gates were opened.

Take me to One Hundred and Five, North Tower! Quickly!

A. M. ! whispered Jacques. A. M. Alexandre Manette, said Defarge softly. Let us go now.

Everything was old and tired and broken down the people, the land, the houses, the animals.

There was a wild, shouting crowd around it, busy sharpening their knives and swords and axes, which were already red with blood.

My friend, said the Doctor. I am safe in Paris. I was a prisoner in the Bastille. Everybody knows about me and how I suffered.

I am more afraid of her than of any other person in Paris, she whispered.

During that time eleven hundred prisoners were killed by the people.

These judges made their own laws and threw prisoners out into the streets to be murdered by the crowds.

As they arrived, a man got up and disappeared into another room.

I knew that Dr Manette had been kept in a room known as One Hundred and Five, North Tower.

They offered me money, but I refused it and was taken back to my home.

She said she was the wife of the Marquis of Evremonde and she had discovered what her husband and his brother had done.

You will remember that, little Charles, won't you? The child answered, Yes!

Now we know how much you suffered, especially when you knew whose son I was.

He touched Lucie's face lightly with his lips, whispered a few words, and went into the next room.

I have no hope, whispered Mr Lorry sadly. Nor have I, replied Carton.

You're right, but think how much the Doctor has suffered. Perhaps he has suffered enough.

And it was my family that suffered so much from the Evremonde brothers.

He touched his lips with his finger. Are you dying for him? she whispered.

But of all these women, Madame Defarge was the one most feared.

She stared angrily at Miss Pross, but Miss Pross stared back just as angrily.

As the smoke cleared, Miss Pross saw the lifeless body of Madame Defarge on the ground.

The trees and flowers grew near to the drive and grass almost covered it.

We are often bored in this dull little hotel. But people who are bored are not afraid.

Mrs Van Hopper sat down at her usual table and stared at everyone in the restaurant.

Mrs Van Hopper was very greedy. She ordered a large lunch for herself.

Mrs Van Hopper saw him too. She put down her fork and stared at him hard

De Winter was sitting next to her. He was a dark, haired, handsome man.

De Winter had not answered Mrs Van Hopper's question.

We ordered our food and sat for a time in a pleasant, easy silence.

I went into the lounge and ordered tea.

I shut the book quickly. I remembered what Mrs Van Hopper had told me about de Winter's wife.

She was bored now, and more bad tempered than usual.

If we had driven round . . in circles, I would not have cared.

I wiped my red eyes. I had never felt more alone.

I never saw his wife. People say she was very lovely. She was clever too, and always beautifully dressed, of course. Her death was very sudden. Everyone says he adored her.

They must have been full of the life they had shared.

Helen is sailing for New York on Saturday. Her child's ill. We are going too. I'm tired of living here. How would you like to see New York? ·

In the morning, my eyes were red and swollen.

I hate waiting around when everything is packed, Mrs Van Hopper said bad, temperedly.

Maxim stared at me: Why didn't you tell me about this before? he said.

I wondered what Maxim was saying to Mrs Van Hopper.

Beautiful high bushes covered with bright red flowers stood on either side of us.

Yes, we are both well, thank you, Frith. But we're tired from the drive and we want our tea. I didn't expect all these people.

The library was a large comfortable room. Its walls were covered with books from the floor to the ceiling.

No, not from this wing, she answered, and you can't hear it either.

And for a moment I saw a look of hatred in her eyes.

I poured myself another cup of coffee. I bent down to the dog and stroked its soft ears.

Suddenly I shivered as though a door had opened behind me.

Someone else had sat in my chair. Someone else had poured coffee and stroked the dog.

As I took an egg and some coffee, I wondered what happened to the food that was left.

Flowers filled the room, glowing blood, red flowers.

I sat down and opened the Guest Book. Every page was covered with the same writing.

I wondered if you had seen the menus for the day. You will find the list on the desk beside you.

Rebecca would not have answered like that.

A servant stared at me in surprise.

Mrs Danvers stood there. We stared at one another for a moment without speaking.

Beatrice was tall, broad, shouldered and very much like Maxim.

The house is beautiful, of course. I haven't seen the gardens, but I'm sure I shall never get tired of them.

When lunch was over, I could see that Maxim was tired. I wished we hadn't had visitors so soon.

My dear child, Beatrice answered slowly, I thought Maxim had told you. Mrs Danvers adored Rebecca. She still does.

I soon get tired of my family, Maxim said.

On either side of the narrow path stood high graceful bushes covered with flowers.

There was something strange about him. He had small, stupid looking eyes. His face was fat and round and he had thick, red lips.

The man said nothing, but stared at me in the same stupid way.

But everything was covered with thick dust. The air was damp and still.

Jasper was tired too, and walked very slowly.

I thought you would come with me, I answered.

That's an excuse. You didn't want to go over the rocks, I answered.

The small table was put near the fire and covered with the white cloth.

I was not hungry and I felt very tired. I gave Jasper a piece of cake and took out the handkerchief to wipe my hands.

I knew that they compared me with Rebecca. She had been charming, interested in everyone. I was dull and stupid, like a schoolgirl.

She stopped, her face rather red. I heard myself saying, Rebecca must have been a wonderful person

I'm afraid not, I said. It's in hundreds of pieces.

As she left the room I could see the scorn and hatred in her eyes.

No one. No one at all. Maxim stared at me.

I think so, Maxim answered. It was a wedding present.

He was a big, handsome man, but his face was red and his eyes were a hard blue. His breath smelt of whisky.

Mrs Danvers had gone. I wondered who Favell was.

Sometimes I think she watches you and Mr de Winter together, Mrs Danvers whispered.

Maxim rang up the next morning. I heard the phone ring ; while I was having breakfast and Frith answered it.

Jasper was sitting at my feet. I wondered what I should do all day.

I wandered out on to the lawn. I felt different from yesterday. I wanted Maxim to come home.

I wondered whether to tell Beatrice about Mrs Danvers visitor, Favell.

I did not like him, I said. No, I don't suppose that you did, Beatrice answered.

Beatrice's questions had made me feel tired too.

I've had a long day, Maxim answered. And London was very hot and noisy. I always hate going there.

Maxim answered quietly. I haven't thought about it, he said. And I don't think anyone else has, either.

The picture is about two hundred years old.

I wondered why she was so friendly. Perhaps Maxim's anger had frightened her a little.

Furniture was moved as the great hall was prepared for dancing.

Coloured lights were hung in the trees outside.

Hundreds of them were brought in from the garden and Mrs Danvers knew exactly how to arrange them.

Nobody laughed. Nobody clapped. They all stared at me without moving.

Maxim stared up at me. His face was completely white. Something was wrong. Why was Maxim looking like that?

What is it? I said. What have I done? When Maxim answered, his voice was cold and hard.

No, I said. I'm not going down. Beatrice stared at me before she spoke. But, my dear, you must. It will look so strange.

I felt very tired. What does it matter? I said.

I can't, I can't, I answered. Beatrice stared at me. I must go down now, she said at last. They will be waiting for me at dinner. I'll tell Maxim you'll be down in a minute, shall I?

I walked across to the window. I could see the coloured lights in the trees.

I walked back to the dressing table and looked at my white face and red eyes in the mirror.

The fireworks rose into the sky and turned into stars and flowers. The sky was red and gold.

Every window of the house was coloured by the falling lights.

No one had any idea about you know. You must go to bed now. You look very tired. Have your breakfast in bed.

My body was tired, but my mind would not rest. I wondered how long Maxim would be. The little clock by my bed ticked away the minutes.

· Frank, it's me, I said when he answered. Where's Maxim?

I could not stop my tears now. They poured down my face as I spoke.

I remembered Mrs Danvers smiling at me, like a devil.

The shutter was folded back. She turned to me and I saw that her eyes were red with crying.

He's never cared about mine. How do you think I've felt, watching you sit in her place, using the things she used?

But even then, she cared for nothing and nobody. And that's how she was when she grew up.

Maxim did not love me. Go on, whispered Mrs Danvers. Go on, don't be afraid.

The glass cracked. I opened my eyes and stared at Mrs Danvers.

She stared out of the window into the fog. It's the rockets she said. There must be a ship in trouble in the bay.

I stared at her. YesI said. Yes, Mrs Danvers. Sheturned her back on me and went along the corridor.

Nothing else mattered if Maxim was safe. I began to walk along the path through the woods.

Robert went out of the room with the message. I wondered what Captain Searle wanted to say.

The man found something else, Captain Searle answered slowly. The cabin door was closed, so he broke a window and looked in.

I stared at him. My heart began to beat fast. What was Maxim trying to tell me?

Maxim, I whispered. What are you trying to tell me? Captain Searle told me about the boat. There was someone sailing with Rebecca. You have to find out who it was. That's it, isn't it, Maxim?

I shut my eyes. He had never kissed me like this before. I love you so much, he whispered.

I stared at him, not understanding. What will they do? I said.

Why didn't you tell me? I whispered. I nearly did, once, Maxim said. But you always seemed so unhappy and so shy.

I answered very quietly. I knew you were thinking about Rebecca all the time. How could I ask you to love me when I knew you loved Rebecca?

Maxim stared out of the window. I did not kill her then, he said. I let her laugh.

I did not say anything. I held his hands against my heart. Only one thing mattered. Maxim did not love Rebecca. He had never loved her, never, never.

In a few minutes it had covered my feet. I shut the cabin door behind me, climbed into the dinghy and rowed back.

The telephone began to ring again. Maxim answered it quickly and came back into the library.

I wondered why I had been frightened of the servants before.

She looked pale and tired. I don't understand, she said. I'm not used to having messages sent by Robert.

Mrs Danvers stared at me. Is it true, she asked slowly, that Mrs de Winter's boat has been found and that there was a body in the cabin?

I wondered what the papers would say if they knew the truth. That terrible word murder would be on every front page.

Maxim went off and left me sitting there. The minutes went by. I wondered what was happening at the inquest.

Frank was sitting next to Maxim. To my surprise, Mrs Danvers was there too, with Favell beside her. I wondered whether Maxim had seen him.

I could not look at anyone. I stared down at the floor.

Maxim came into the room and stood by the door. He looked tired and old. It's all over, he said.

His eyes were red. I wondered if he had been drinking.

Mr Favell, I said. I don't want to be rude, but I am very tired. It will be better if you come back in the morning.

Now, wait a minute, Max, Favell answered. You've been very lucky. But I can still make life unpleasant for you. And dangerous too, perhaps.

Maxim stared hard at Favell. Oh yes? he said. In what way can you make things dangerous?

You can't frighten me Favell, Maxim answered. Shall I phone Colonel Julyan? You can tell your story to him.

I'll tell you what I think, he said slowly. Rebecca never opened those sea, cocks. She didn't make those holes in the boat. Rebecca didn't kill herself. I say she was murdered.

Drunk, am I? shouted Favell. Oh no, I'm not drunk. Max de Winter murdered Rebecca, and I'm going to prove it.

Frank went out quickly. Favell laughed angrily. His face was very red.

I wished that Maxim had not hit him. Favell got slowly to his feet, walked over to a small table and poured himself some whisky.

Ben stepped into the room and stared at everyone with his small eyes.

No, it is not, Mrs Danvers answered. Now, listen, Danny, Favell began to shout, but Mrs Danvers took no notice.

Maxim went very white. Favell stared at Mrs Danvers as though he did not understand her.

I'll write him a letter, Frank said. I don't think he would tell you anything, Colonel Julyan answered. I think de Winter should see him and explain.

I'm coming with you tomorrow, I said. Yes, Maxim answered. We must be together as long as we can.

I got up and went to the window. The trees were covered in mist. There was a sharp coolness in the air. Autumn had arrived.

It was then that I began to feel tired. It was warm and the streets were busy.

Maxim looked pale and tired, but he did not say anything.

Neither of us answered him. Colonel Julyan's sister lived in London and he asked Maxim to take him to her house.

But you'll be so tired, I said. No, I shall be all right. We can be at Manderley by two o'clock.

We went out to the car and Maxim covered me with a rug.

I went on watching the sky. It was still getting lighter. A blood, red light was spreading across the sky.

But the sky in front of us was full of dreadful light. And the light was red, red like blood.

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Here, the hundred wolves of the Wolf Pack met every month when the moon was full

But Mowgli sometimes got bored with all the lessons

Where did they take your man cub? They will be tired of him quickly, and that is bad for him

Men lived there once, but they left hundreds of years ago

When Mowgli arrived in the city, he was tired and hungry

But I am tired

There were only two of them, and there were hundreds of monkeys.

Then Mowgli remembered something. There was a big tank of water near one of the buildings.

We are of one blood, you and I, Mowgli answered.

Keep your hand on me, Mowgli, whispered Bagheera, or I will go back to Kaa, and walk into his mouth.

They talk continually, hold endless meetings and make wonderful plans, but, in the final analysis, no one does the job and gets the results required.

The amber light came on. Two of the cars ahead accelerated before the red light appeared.

Some drivers have already got out of their cars, prepared to push the stranded vehicle to a spot where it will not hold up the traffic,

With a rapid movement, what was in sight has disappeared behind the man's clenched fists, as if he were still trying to retain inside his mind the final image captured, a round red light at the traffic lights.

The lights had already changed again, some inquisitive passersby had gathered around the group, and the drivers further back who did not know what was going on,

They eased him into the front passenger seat, and secured the safety belt.

I can't see, I can't see, he murmured, still weeping. Tell me where you live, the man asked him.

The blind man raised his hands to his eyes and gestured,

He was puzzled that they should still be at a standstill, Why aren't we moving, he asked, The light is on red, replied the other.

From now on he would no longer know when the light was red.

Be patient, we're almost there, the other murmured, and a little further ahead, he asked, Is there anyone at home to look after you,

Have you got something in your eye, it never occurred to them nor would he have been able to reply, Yes, a milky sea.

his eyelashes brushed against the tiny lens, but he could not see out, an impenetrable whiteness covered everything.

that what we call blindness was something that simply covered the appearance of beings and things, leaving them intact behind their black veil.

He wrapped the handkerchief round the injured finger once more, this time tightly to stop the bleeding, and, weak and exhausted, he leaned back on the sofa.

he found waiting for him, firm and unaltered, all the forms and colours of the world as he knew it.

he seriously considered that it was unwise to remain in this state of indecision, shall I wake up, shall I not wake up, shall I wake up, shall I nowake up,

The flowers had slipped onto the floor, onto the bloodstained handkerchief, the blood had started to trickle again from the injured finger,

and he, as if wanting to say with other words, That's the least of my worries, murmured, I see everything white, and he gave a sad smile.

she disappeared for several moments, came back with a bottle of peroxide, another of iodine, cotton wool, a box of bandages.

No, it was on the street when I was stationary at a red light, some person brought me home, the car was left in the next street,

They left. Below, in the lobby, his wife switched on the light and whispered in his ear.

His wife went rushing off. No neighbour entered or left.

He could not understand why his wife was taking so long to return, the street was nearby, some eighty or a hundred metres,

His wife came back, flustered and upset, that good Samaritan of yours, that good soul, has taken our car,

No, no, I'm certain it was left in this street, Well then it has disappeared,

while he, his head lowered so that the driver would not see his eyes through the rear view mirror, could not stop asking himself how it was possible that such a terrible tragedy should have befallen him,

We'll have to wait, she whispered in his ear.

in case the doctor should take offence and repay their impertinence by making them wait even longer, as has occurred.

Second, you should have a monthly list that you make up the end of the month for the month ahead. This may contain items transferred from your master list.

The blind man explained that he was in his car, waiting for the red light to change when suddenly he could no longer see,

The doctor raised and lowered the binocular system at his side, turned finely adjusted knobs, and began his examination.

He accompanied them to the door, murmured words of reassurance, Let's wait and see, let's wait and see, you mustn't despair,

and once they had gone he went into the small bathroom adjoining the consulting room and stared at length into the mirror, What can this be, he murmured.

He was most careful to obey the traffic lights, under no circumstances to go when the light was red, to respect the amber light, to wait patiently for the green light to come on.

even if, in order to ensure this, he had to increase the speed or, on the contrary, to reduce it to the extent of irritating the drivers behind him.

It was stifling inside the car. He lowered the windows on either side, but the air outside, if it was moving, did nothing to freshen the atmosphere inside.

Either the police will arrest me or, worse still, I'll have an accident, he muttered.

It then occurred to him that it would be best to get out of the car for a bit and try to clear his thoughts,

In the surgery, the last patient to be seen was the goodnatured old man, the one who had spoken so kindly about the poor man who had suddenly turned blind.

He was there just to arrange a date for an operation on a cataract that had appeared in his one remaining eye,

because it also occurred to me that this might be a case of amaurosis, but remember what I started to tell you,

What can this be, he had recovered his scientific outlook,

since the brain, which would be unable to perceive the images, forms and colours of reality, would likewise be incapable, in a manner of speaking, of being covered in white,

His wife had already gone off to bed, he vaguely remembered her coming up to him for a moment and kissing him on the head, I'm off to bed, she must have told him,

the flat was now silent, books scattered on the table, What's this, he thought to himself, and suddenly he felt afraid, as if he himself were about to turn blind any minute now and he already knew it.

Were we not trying to reduce her to some primary definition, we should finally say of her, in the broad sense, that she lives as she pleases and moreover gets all the pleasure she can from life.

It is also called the Pareto Principle after its founder, the Italian economist Vilfredo Pareto, who first wrote about it in 1895.

He later discovered that virtually all economic activity was subject to this Pareto Principle as well.

The fact is that the amount of time required to complete an important job is often the same as the time required to do an unimportant job.

decided to pay no attention when the man who served her commented how unfair it was that certain eyes should be covered by dark glasses,

She ordered the taxi driver to stop one block before her destination,

She entered the hotel with a natural air, crossed the vestibule in the direction of the bar.

but sin and vice are so favoured by fortune that no sooner did she get there than the elevator door opened.

Two guests got out, an elderly couple, she stepped inside, pressed the button for the third floor, three hundred and twelve was the number awaiting her, it is here, she discreetly knocked on the door,

It would never have occurred to the circumspect and compassionate agent of authority that he was leading a hardened delinquent by the arm,

the blind girl hardly dared to weep and lament her fate when unceremoniously, without giving her time to dress properly, and almost by force, she was evicted from the hotel.

In a tone of voice that would have been sarcastic had it not been simply ill mannered, the policeman wanted to know, after asking her where she lived, if she had the money for the taxi,

She gave an affirmative nod, but, being blind, just imagine, she thought the policeman might not have noticed her gesture and she murmured, Yes, I have the money,

not even when, muttering and half asleep, she stirred in the bed and snuggled up to him.

Eyes that had stopped seeing, eyes that were totally blind, yet meanwhile were in perfect condition, without any lesions, recent or old, acquired or innate.

how the various parts of the eye accessible to the ophthalmoscope appeared to be perfectly healthy,

that is why he is professionally trained at medical school, and if this doctor here, apart from having declared himself blind, openly admits that he has been infected, who is his wife to doubt him, however much she may know about medicine.

anxious to hold on to this last shred of hope, Nor has anyone ever come across a blind man without any apparent reasons for his condition, and at this very moment there are at least two of them.

No sooner had he uttered this last word than his expression changed.

and it was clear that a doctor with any sense of responsibility was not going to declare the outbreak of an epidemic of blindness to the first minor functionary who appeared before him, it would cause immediate panic.

Then, as if he had just discovered something that he should have known a long time ago, he murmured sadly,

The doctor identified himself when they replied, then said rapidly, I'm fine, thank you, no doubt the receptionist had inquired, How are you, doctor,

The doctor's account was brief but full, with no circumlocutions, no superfluous words, with no redundancies, and expressed with a clinical dryness which, taking into account the situation, caused the director some surprise,

One hundred years earlier, France had helped America in its war for freedom from Britain.

So it was reduced to 350 pieces and taken to America in many separate boxes.

People have been using dogsled in Alaska for over one hundred years.

He always wondered what it would be like to sit on a cloud.

Right now, less than six hundred schools are trying separate classrooms.

The Red River runs through Fargo.

As the Red River rose higher, people became very afraid.

When that time comes, go to the men s houses in the village and take some of their Red Flower.

The Red Flower was fire. All animals are afraid of it and do not call it by its name.

Akela looked up, old and tired.

I am a man, and to show you, I have brought the Red Flower with me.

The man ran back into the village and came back with a hundred other people.

You burnt his coat with the Red Flower.

I can sell it for a hundred rupees, and you can have one rupee for yourself.

He saw to it that all the sheep entered through the ruined gate, and then laid some planks across it to prevent the flock from wandering away during the night.

They are so used to me that they know my schedule, he muttered.

and he always demanded that the sheep be sheared in his presence, so that he would not be cheated.

Well, usually I learn more from my sheep than from books, he answered.

But finally the merchant appeared, and asked the boy to shear four sheep.

Third, the spacecraft had to fly at least one hundred kilometers above the Earth.

But so far, over four hundred people have put their names on a waiting list.

The island is very far north and is covered with snow most of the year.

Do you ever feel tired during school? You may not be the only one.

Also, tired kids act in ways that they usually don t.

He combines the cells with water and other special ingredients.

They had been trapped seven hundred meters under the ground, fighting to stay alive.

I've just remembered that's my evening class night.

Look, you've remembered to include headers and footers which is good, but listing ideas clearly is important.

The hardships they endured trying to save their territory from the invading settlers

After we've gathered our information, we must analyse it!

This kind of information helps us to predict and resolve problems that could affect the world we live in.

I see. Any idea of the price to repair it? No. Well, I don't think it can be repaired It will need a new one.

And what is the extent of the damage? Well, the back and the sides seem okay but the door has a huge hole in it. It can't be repaired I'm really not very happy about it.

We have lots of fascinating indoor and outdoor exhibits on our huge complex, spreading hundreds of hectares.

We have bicycles which you can hire behind the Reception block here the healthy ones of you can go on foot and finally there's our electric tram, powered from solar cells.

We discovered a few of them in Queensland once and eradicated them.

When the European Honey Bee was first discovered out in the bush we found they made really unpleasant honey and they were also too big to pollinate many of our native flowers here in Australia.

How will you know if Asian bees have entered Australia?

So far our research shows that Asian bees have not entered Australia in any number

I thought you might also be interested in some of the problems I encountered in collecting my data

He answered all my questions in great detail

If I became a monster today, and decided to kill them, one by one, they would become aware only after most of the flock had been slaughtered, thought the boy.

He drank a bit from the wine that remained from his dinner of the night before, and he gathered his jacket closer to his body.

But when he thought to complain about the burden of its weight, he remembered that, because he had the jacket, he had withstood the cold of the dawn.

We have to be prepared for change, he thought, and he was grateful for the jacket's weight and warmth.

The horizon was tinged with red, and suddenly the sun appeared.

He had suddenly remembered that, in Tarifa, there was an old woman who interpreted dreams.

it was separated from her living room by a curtain of colored beads.

The room's furnishings consisted of a table, an image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, and two chairs.

As a child, the boy had always been frightened to death that he would be captured by Gypsies, and this childhood fear returned when the old woman took his hands in hers.

But she has the Sacred Heart of Jesus there, he thought, trying to reassure himself.

I dreamed that I was in a field with my sheep, when a child appeared and began to play with the animals.

The old woman asked him to swear again while looking at the image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.

But then he remembered that he wasn't going to have to pay anything.

He remembered that he had a number of things he had to take care of

Working, the boy answered dryly, making it look as if he wanted to concentrate on his reading.

He had already imagined the scene many times; every time, the girl became fascinated when he explained that the sheep had to be sheared from back to front.

He also tried to remember some good stories to relate as he sheared the sheep.

He said that he was tired and thirsty, and asked if he might have a sip of the boy's wine.

The boy offered his bottle, hoping that the old man would leave him alone.

Arabs often appeared in the city, shopping and chanting their strange prayers several times a day.

They tell their incredible stories at the time when you want to hear them.

The boy remembered his dream, and suddenly everything was clear to him.

With a movement that was too quick for someone his age, the man covered whatever it was with his cape.

For five years he had been working a certain river, and had examined hundreds of thousands of stones looking for an emerald.

Treasure is uncovered by the force of flowing water, and it is buried by the same currents, said the old man.

While standing at the ticket window, the boy had remembered his flock, and decided he should go back to being a shepherd.

He was sure that it made no difference to her on which day he appeared

God has prepared a path for everyone to follow. You just have to read the omens that he left for you.

Before the boy could reply, a butterfly appeared and fluttered between him and the old man.

He remembered something his grandfather had once told him: that butterflies were a good omen.

The old man wore a breastplate of heavy gold, covered with precious stones.

The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.

tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world.

In just a few hours he had seen men walking hand in hand, women with their faces covered, and priests that climbed to the tops of towers and chanted

The boy preferred wine. But he didn't need to worry about that right now.

He had discovered that the presence of a certain bird meant that a snake was nearby, and that a certain shrub was a sign that there was water in the area.

The boy was relieved. He was thinking about omens, and someone had appeared.

He remembered what the old man had said about offering something you didn't even have yet.

He remembered the sword. It hurt him a bit to think about it, but he had never seen one like it before.

He had decided, the night before, that he would be as much an adventurer as the ones he had admired in books.

When the stall was assembled, the candy seller offered the boy the first sweet he had made for the day.

In half an hour, he had cleaned all the glasses in the window, and, as he was doing so, two customers had entered the shop and bought some crystal.

I can work for the rest of today, the boy answered.

The merchant looked anxiously at the boy. All the joy he had seen that morning had suddenly disappeared.

I've never had one before, the merchant answered.

The boy's very presence in the shop was an omen, and, as time passed and money was pouring into the cash drawer, he had no regrets about having hired the boy.

The boy was being paid more money than he deserved, because the merchant, thinking that sales wouldn't amount to much, had offered the boy a high commission rate.

Because I've always heard about them, the boy answered, saying nothing about his dream.

You've never had dreams of travel, said the boy, turning to wait on a customer who had entered the shop.

Two days ago, you said that I had never dreamed of travel, the merchant answered.

One of them, a cobbler who made his living mending boots, said that he had traveled for almost a year through the desert, but that he got more tired when he had to walk through the streets of Tangier buying his leather.

I've already imagined a thousand times crossing the desert, arriving at the Plaza of the Sacred Stone, the seven times I walk around it before allowing myself to touch it.

Today, I understand something I didn't see before: every blessing ignored becomes a curse. I don't want anything else in life.

Maktub, the merchant said, finally. What does that mean? You would have to have been born an Arab to understand, he answered.

And, as he smothered the coals in the hookah, he told the boy that he could begin to sell tea in the crystal glasses.

The men climbed the hill, and they were tired when they reached the top.

But there they saw a crystal shop that offered refreshing mint tea.

He put his headcloth in place and secured it with a ring made of camel skin.

The city was still sleeping. He prepared himself a sandwich and drank some hot tea from a crystal glass.

Enough to buy himself a hundred and twenty sheep, a return ticket, and a license to import products from Africa into his own country.

But the sheep had taught him something even more important: that there was a language in the world that everyone understood, a language the boy had used throughout the time that he was trying to improve things at the shop. It was the language of enthusiasm, of things accomplished with love and purpose, and as part of a search for something believed in and desired.

Tangier was no longer a strange city, and he felt that, just as he had conquered this place, he could conquer the world.

He remembered the smile of the candy seller, on his first day in Tangier, when he had nothing to eat and nowhere to go that smile had also been like the old king's smile.

On the other hand, he said that he always appeared to help those who are trying to realize their personal legend.

By coincidence or maybe it was an omen, the boy thought he came to the bar he had entered on his first day there.

He had remembered that one of the crystal merchant's suppliers transported his crystal by means of caravans that crossed the desert.

It was said that he was more than two hundred years old, and that he had discovered the Philosopher's Stone and the Elixir of Life.

And people say that he is two hundred years old, and is able to transform any metal into gold.

Outside, a huge caravan was being prepared for a crossing of the Sahara, and was scheduled to pass through Al Fayoum.

A young Arab, also loaded down with baggage, entered, and greeted the Englishman.

I'm going into the desert, the man answered, turning back to his reading.

He seemed unfriendly, and had looked irritated when the boy had entered.

They're not for sale, he said. They're not worth much, the Englishman answered.

I'm looking for a treasure, said the boy, and he immediately regretted having said it. But the Englishman appeared not to attach any importance to it.

There were almost two hundred people gathered there, and four hundred animals–camels, horses, mules, and fowl.

The wind never stopped, and the boy remembered the day he had sat at the fort in Tarifa with this same wind blowing in his face.

In some places, the ground was covered with the salt of dried up lakes.

My neighbors feared they would lose all their olive trees in the flood, and my wife was afraid that we would lose our children.

And you ought to read more about the world, answered the Englishman.

So that we can understand those few lines, the Englishman answered, without appearing really to believe what he had said.

You have a mania for simplifying everything, answered the Englishman, irritated.

The boy learned that the liquid part of the Master Work was called the Elixir of Life, and that it cured all illnesses; it also kept the alchemist from growing old.

They discovered that the purification of the metals had led to a purification of themselves.

They traveled, spoke with wise men, performed miracles for the incredulous, and owned the Philosopher's Stone and the Elixir of Life.

The hooded Bedouins reappeared more and more frequently, and the camel driver–who had become a good friend of the boy's–explained that the war between the tribes had already begun.

The times rush past, and so do the caravans, thought the alchemist, as he watched the hundreds of people and animals arriving at the oasis.

People were shouting at the new arrivals, dust obscured the desert sun, and the children of the oasis were bursting with excitement at the arrival of the strangers.

But none of that mattered to the alchemist.

He didn't know the man yet, but his practiced eye would recognize him when he appeared.

He had only one explanation for this fact: things have to be transmitted this way because they were made up from the pure life, and this kind of life cannot be captured in pictures or words.

There were three hundred wells, fifty thousand date trees, and innumerable colored tents spread among them.

They had been taking careful precautions in the desert, but the camel driver explained to the boy that oases were always considered to be neutral territories, because the majority of the inhabitants were women and children.

It helped me to trust in people, the Englishman answered.

Until then, he had considered the omens to be things of this world. Like eating or sleeping, or like seeking love or finding a job.

They were people of the desert, and clamored to hear his stories about the great cities.

They searched everywhere, and found that the oasis was much larger than they could have imagined; there were hundreds of tents.

Another man appeared. He was older, and was carrying a small bucket. The boy repeated his question.

She had a vessel on her shoulder, and her head was covered by a veil, but her face was uncovered.

It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time.

There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only.

The Englishman prodded him, and the boy asked her about the man who cured people's illnesses.

He appeared with the first stars of evening. I told him what I was seeking, and he asked me if I had ever transformed lead into gold.

Love required them to stay with the people they loved.

As the Englishman stared out at the desert, his eyes seemed brighter than they had when he was reading his books.

He wandered for a while, keeping the date palms of the oasis within sight.

Although their flight appeared to have no pattern, it made a certain kind of sense to the boy.

The desert fills men's hearts with visions, the camel driver answered.

The tribesmen preferred the taste of battle, and the thrill of not knowing what the outcome would be;

Then, one day, the oldest seer he had ever sought out (and the one most to be feared) had asked why the camel driver was so interested in the future.

When he does so, it is for only one reason: it's a future that was written so as to be altered.

Without responding, the guard entered the tent, where he remained for some time.

He disappeared into the tent.

Night fell, and an assortment of fighting men and merchants entered and exited the tent.

The ground was covered with the most beautiful carpets he had ever walked upon, and from the top of the structure hung lamps of hand wrought gold, each with a lighted candle.

The tribal chieftains were seated at the back of the tent in a semicircle, resting upon richly embroidered silk cushions.

It is I, the boy answered. And he told what he had seen.

He wore a turban and his entire face, except for his eyes, was covered with a black kerchief.

He appeared to be a messenger from the desert, but his presence was much more powerful than that of a mere messenger.

The steel of its blade glittered in the light of the moon.

It is I who dared to do so, said the boy.

It is I who dared to do so, he repeated, and he lowered his head to receive a blow from the sword.

The sword didn't fall. Instead, the stranger lowered it slowly, until the point touched the boy's forehead.

The horse reared again, raising a cloud of dust.

Next morning, there were two thousand armed men scattered throughout the palm trees at Al Fayoum.

Before the sun had reached its high point, five hundred tribesmen appeared on the horizon.

The mounted troops entered the oasis from the north; it appeared to be a peaceful expedition, but they all carried arms hidden in their robes.

Were it not for the bodies there on the ground, it would have appeared to be a normal day at the oasis.

The only tribesman spared was the commander of the battalion.

The tribal chieftain said that he felt sorry for the tribesmen, but that the Tradition was sacred.

You shouldn't be here, the alchemist answered.

There were only some books in a pile, a small cooking stove, and the carpets, covered with mysterious designs.

Because of the omens, the alchemist answered.

The alchemist opened a bottle and poured a red liquid into the boy's cup.

The following night, the boy appeared at the alchemist's tent with a horse.

Life attracts life, the alchemist answered.

The boy leapt as well, but away from the alchemist. The snake fought frantically, making hissing sounds that shattered the silence of the desert. It was a cobra, whose venom could kill a person in minutes.

The alchemist is two hundred years old, the Englishman had told him.

I want to stay at the oasis, the boy answered.

The alchemist erased the circle in the sand, and the snake slithered away among the rocks.

The boy remembered the crystal merchant who had always wanted to go to Mecca, and the Englishman in search of the alchemist.

Fatima appeared at the entrance to the tent.

And, because the tribes declared war, I went to the well, seeking the alchemist.

So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.

It would no longer be a place with fifty thousand palm trees and three hundred wells, where the pilgrims arrived, relieved at the end of their long journeys.

The falcon flew off to find game, and the alchemist offered his water container to the boy.

There is only one way to learn, the alchemist answered. It's through action.

They were looking only for gold, his companion answered.

I'm an alchemist simply because I'm an alchemist, he said, as he prepared the meal.

It looks like what I saw in the Englishman's books. No, the alchemist answered.

His heart beat fastest when it spoke to the boy of treasure, and more slowly when the boy stared entranced at the endless horizons of the desert.

That makes sense, the alchemist answered.

And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity.

When I have been truly searching for my treasure, I've discovered things along the way that I never would have seen had I not had the courage to try things that seemed impossible for a shepherd to achieve.

He asked that, when he wandered far from his dreams, his heart press him and sound the alarm.

Is that the one thing I still needed to know? No, the alchemist answered.

It's the point at which, as we say in the language of the desert, onedies of thirst just when the palm trees have appeared on the horizon.

The boy remembered an old proverb from his country.

On the following day, the first clear sign of danger appeared.

I'm hunting with my falcon, the alchemist answered.

To show you one of life's simple lessons, the alchemist answered.

And then, as if the desert wanted to demonstrate that the alchemist was right, two horsemen appeared from behind the travelers.

I'm not going very far, the alchemist answered, looking straight into the eyes of the horsemen.

Your eyes show the strength of your soul, answered the alchemist.

That's true, the boy thought. He had noticed that, in the midst of the multitude of armed men back at the encampment, there had been one who stared fixedly at the two.

The alchemist fell as silent as the desert, and answered the boy only after they had stopped to eat.

I noticed that, the boy answered.

It will never cease doing so until the desert is once again covered by water.

But he appeared to be unaware of any danger.

Before he could say anything to the alchemist, the two horsemen had become ten, and then a hundred.

We're just travelers, the alchemist answered.

He needs three days, answered the alchemist.

Well, what good would it be to you if you had to die? the alchemist answered.

The alchemist asked one of the soldiers for some tea, and poured some on the boy's wrists.

A wave of relief washed over him, and the alchemist muttered some words that the boy didn't understand.

You could have died after peace had been declared. But, in any case, you were going to die.

Let's, the alchemist answered.

We're in no hurry, the chief answered. We are men of the desert.

There was the desert that he had wandered for so many months; despite all that time, he knew only a small part of it.

Within that small part, he had found an Englishman, caravans, tribal wars, and an oasis with fifty thousand palm trees and three hundred wells.

But that's why you created the game in the first place, the boy answered. To nourish the falcon.

My heart, the boy answered.

They could barely see the boy. Their faces were covered with the blue cloths, and their eyes showed fear.

I want you to help me turn myself into the wind, the boy answered.

He saw that omens were scattered throughout the earth and in space,

But he was no longer there; he was standing next to a sand covered sentinel, on the far side of the camp.

The mixture took on a reddish color, almost the color of blood.

But God's will be done, the monk said. Exactly, answered the alchemist.

This was my personal legend, not yours, the alchemist answered.

An angel appeared to him, and told him that the words of one of his sons would be learned and repeated throughout the world for all generations to come.

Since he had lived his entire life in a manner that was correct and fair, he went directly to heaven, where he met the angel that had appeared in his dream.

When you appeared in my dream, I felt that all my efforts had been rewarded, because my son's poems will be read by men for generations to come.

But any father would be proud of the fame achieved by one whom he had cared for as a child, and educated as he grew up.

One afternoon, one of his servants fell ill, and it appeared that he would die.

He met others who had been cured by him, and they instructed your son in the man's teachings.

It told of personal legend, and of the many men who had wandered in search of distant lands or beautiful women, confronting the people of their times with their preconceived notions.

As he was about to climb yet another dune, his heart whispered, Be aware of the place where you are brought to tears.

it reminded the boy of the day when that horse had reared in the desert, and he had come to know the alchemist.

As he was attempting to pull out the rocks he encountered, he heard footsteps.

I'm not hiding anything, the boy answered.

He was bruised and bleeding, his clothing was torn to shreds, and he felt that death was near.

The man who appeared to be the leader of the group spoke to one of the others: Leave him.

And they disappeared.

He remembered the time he had been there with his sheep;

He remembered the night in the desert when he had sat with the alchemist, as they looked at the stars and drank wine together.

There were also precious stones, gold masks adorned with red and white feathers, and stone statues embedded with jewels.

Then he remembered that he had to get to Tarifa so he could give one tenth of his treasure to the Gypsy woman, as he had promised.

My middle name! It's Jared. J A R E D.

How much is that camera? It's a hundred and fifty four dollars.

But there are hundreds of people, and Marcel loses the two men.

It's late and there are no metro trains, but Marcel isn't tired.

There is a thin, red line on his neck.

It's had fantastic reviews and tickets cost just 4 pounds 50, which is a reduction on the usual price of 5 pounds 50.

It seems that most large industries are trying to repeat their own successes, and manage the knowledge they've acquired

Oh good. Yes, so let's see. I'd get, two hundred and twenty one, no, two hundred and thirty one pounds a week?

He will be telling us about the plan to improve the fast growing suburb of Red Hill.

This will help to reduce the speed of vehicles entering Thomas Street.

We think it's very important to separate the local residential streets from the main road. So the roadway at the entry to Thomas Street from Days Road will be painted red.

Well, the first thing is to find out exactly what's required in the exams.

Throughout the long history of this tradition, new images have appeared and new painting styles have developed.

The Yam style of painting got its name from the fact that it featured much curvier figures that actually resemble the vegetable called a yam, which is similar to a sweet potato.

Aboriginal rock art also records the environmental changes that occurred over thousands of years.

The Rainbow Serpent, which is the focus of my most recent project, gets its name from its snake or serpent like body and it first appeared in the Yam period 4 to 6000 years ago.

Even today, Aborigines see the Rainbow Serpent as a symbol of creation, which is understandable given the increase in vegetation and the new life forms that featured when the image first appeared.

The whole place has been given a new minimalist look with the company's signature colours of black and red.

Also, I know I was well prepared and I had practised my timing.

In 1995 David Thurston monitored pilot whales that beached after following squid ashore.

Yes, I don't take red meat. No red meat.

You can have a single study bedroom or you can have a shared one.

Anything else? Well, I would like somewhere with a shared area, a TV room for example, or something like that. It's a good way to socialise. It certainly is. That's it.

This has been public land for hundreds of years, and what you'll find interesting is that the River Ouse, which flows into the sea eighty kilometres away, has its source in the common.

Any special features? Yes, each room has its own sun terrace and there are shared barbecue facilities.

Well, during the 1970s, my wife, Liz and I had just acquired 80 acres of sheep farming land, and we decided to settle down and have children.

We're really pleased that after some years away teaching, Sarah has now returned to the park and makes sure the visitors are kept fed and watered, which keeps her pretty busy as you can imagine.

Well, I think I'm coping well with statistics, and I'm never bored by it. Good. Anything else?

It's designed to give you a structured programme over a number of weeks to develop your skills. Sounds good.

This is dealt with organically it's purified by being filtered through reed beds which have been planted for that purpose in the garden.

However, once the initial debt has been cleared and it's been calculated that this will only take fifteen years this underground house won't cost anything environmentally I mean

They credited me with two years, which probably made it more difficult for me.

On the other hand, you were lucky to be granted credits.

Well, there are four of us in the group and one day while we were discussing a possible focus, two of the group mentioned that they had seen yet more sparrow hawks one of Britain's most interesting birds of prey in their own city centre gardens and wondered why they were turning up in these gardens in great numbers.

Hedgehogs are also finding it easier to live in urban areas this time because their predators are not finding it quite so attractive to leave their rural environment. so hedgehogs have a better survival rate in cities.

Incidentally, we discovered that a massive new survey on song thrushes is about to be launched, so you should keep an eye open for that.

Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Very proud!

A one minute part of Melania Trump's speech included words and phrases that almost exactly mirrored Michelle Obama's speech.

Plagiarism is the act of using another person's words or ideas without giving credit to that person.

Some political observers say that Trump's speechwriter or speechwriters should be fired.

A few days later, NASA answered the questions and theories offered online by people who call themselves UFO hunters.

A congressional report says the Chinese government likely illegally entered computers of an American federal agency.

The attack of the FDIC computers could be an indication of how deeply China has illegally entered US government computer networks.

In May, the news media began reporting that a foreign government may have illegally entered the FDIC's computer systems.

The report says criminals illegally entered 12 FDIC computers.

Other reports say many more computers were illegally entered and the information of individual bank customers was stolen.

Most of them have caught up to where they should have entered, if not surpassed that.

Seventeen people lost their lives, and many more were injured.

One of the first people shot and injured was Claire Wilson.

If we get a good immune response and there are no safety red flags by the end of December 2016, we should know if it's okay to move on to phase two.

It was scientifically engineered to contain a small piece of DNA from the virus.

However, he disappeared and went to the United States.

While in the U. S. , Amiri appeared in several videos.

AP reports that he appeared on Iranian TV as a hero.

But then he disappeared.

Last week, news of his death reportedly appeared in a newspaper in his hometown.

The economy was growing and many Brazilians entered the middle class for the first time.

The economy is predicted to shrink by more than two percent in 2016.

Walking down another street, Underneath the red lights, I am watching where the shadows fall,

Its software is open source. That means the computer program that makes it work can be freely used, changed and shared by anyone.

Hundreds of people have already ordered the FarmBot online.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained or won, Without a hard fight,

And the dark clouds around me that often surround me, Just fall away into the night, I'm not scared anymore;

To know that you're with me, and the love that you give me, Keeps me from falling apart, I'm not scared anymore;

Well I believe they can see us, believe they are with us, Hear every word that we speak, I'm not scared anymore,

I'm not scared anymore, I'm not scared anymore;

To the very last drop of my blood, I'm not scared anymore;

When I'm lying in the arms of the woman I love, I'm completely at peace with the world, I'm not scared anymore, I'm not scared anymore, I'm not scared anymore.

I'm telling you, Don't look back, women in the red and black, Don't look back, they're going to take your heart away,

I'm telling you don't look back, women in the red and black, Don't look back, they're going to steal your heart away,

I'm telling you, Don't look back, women in the red and black, Don't look back, they're going to take your heart away; ,

I beg you don't look back, Women in the red and black, Don't look back, they're going to steal your heart away, ,

Today, he gets 70 percent of his tuition covered.

Students who attend Kalamazoo public schools for all 12 years get their entire Michigan state college tuition covered.

Kalamazoo is not the only place with free or reduced cost tuition for public school graduates.

The lady in red is dancing with me, cheek to cheek

The lady in red is dancing with me, cheek to cheek,

The lady in red, the lady in red, The lady in red, my lady in red, I love you

Gathered all around to join a man and woman,

It is real customers that are working and need lunch and want it delivered by drone, he said.

This is the most complex delivery flight operation that I am aware of that's occurred on US soil, Blanks told Bloomberg.

It seeks to reduce the country's dependence on food imports by growing cabbage and other vegetables in containers.

Last week, the Nigerian economy entered into a recession for the first time in more than 20 years.

Government revenue is sharply reduced because of the drop in oil prices worldwide.

They can't look me in the eye It's like they're scared of me

I was so scared to face my fears Cause nobody told me that you'd be here

About one fourth of registered voters are expected to use electronic machines that do not produce a paper backup, according to the Reuters news service.

About 44 million registered voters – about 25 percent of the total – live in areas using paperless systems, Reuters said.

So the unpredictability, I think, is extraordinary.

But James got the part of Joseph, which we were thrilled about. We considered this to be one of the lead parts.

What we do know is, if you're not prepared to be wrong, you'll never come up with anything original if you're not prepared to be wrong.

Our education system is predicated on the idea of academic ability.

So you were probably steered benignly away from things at school when you were a kid, things you liked, on the grounds that you would never get a job doing that.

because you need an MA where the previous job required a BA, and now you need a PhD for the other. It's a process of academic inflation.

I'm doing a new book at the moment called Epiphany, which is based on a series of interviews with people about how they discovered their talent.

If all human beings disappeared from the Earth, within 50 years all forms of life would flourish. And he's right.

They were honored for their work on business agreements that affect billions of people worldwide: contracts.

The Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences has decided to award the Sveriges Richsbank Prize in Economic Sciences in Memory of Alfred Nobel for 2016 to Oliver Hart and Bengt Holmstrom for their contributions to contract theory.

The two said contracts cannot predict every need and requirement in the future.

In 1997, Hart worked with others in a study that showed the incentive to reduce costs is usually stronger among private contractors.

It is the only Nobel prize not established by Alfred Nobel.

It says its operation is legal because it has the required permits from the government.

Last month, Britain's Yorkshire Wildlife Park offered to put Pizza in its specially designed polar bear habitat.

In a statement to VOA, Grandview said Pizza was not bred through natural means, and left her mother at age 2.

Think of me in the depths of your despair Make a home down there As mine sure won't be shared

Turn my sorrow into treasured gold You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow

One minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I'd become

To be less abstract Let us suppose a game of draughts where the pieces are reduced to four kings, and where, of course, no oversight is to be expected.

supposing it a primitive faculty, has been so frequently seen in those whose intellect bordered otherwise upon idiocy,

but, by a variety of untoward events, had been reduced to such poverty that the energy of his character succumbed beneath it,

By courtesy of his creditors, there still remained in his possession a small remnant of his patrimony;

and tottering to its fall in a retired and desolate portion of the Faubourg St. Germain.

It was a freak of fancy in my friend (for what else shall I call it? ) to be enamored of the Night for her own sake;

I could not help remarking and admiring (although from his rich ideality I had been prepared to expect it) a peculiar analytic ability in Dupin.

I do not hesitate to say that I am amazed, and can scarcely credit my senses.

The man who ran up against you as we entered the street it may have been fifteen minutes ago.

I now remembered that, in fact, a fruiterer, carrying upon his head a large basket of apples, had nearly thrown me down, by accident, as we passed from the Rue C into the thoroughfare where we stood;

You stepped upon one of the loose fragments, slipped, slightly strained your ankle, appeared vexed or sulky, muttered a few words, turned to look at the pile, and then proceeded in silence.

Here your countenance brightened up, and, perceiving your lips move, I could not doubt that you murmured the word stereotomy, a term very affectedly applied to this species of pavement.

You did look up; and I was now assured that I had correctly followed your steps.

But in that bitter tirade upon Chantilly, which appeared in yesterday's Musée, the satirist, making some disgraceful allusions to the cobbler's change of name upon assuming the buskin, quoted a Latin line about which we have often conversed.

After some delay, occasioned by a fruitless attempt to procure admission in the usual manner, the gateway was broken in with a crowbar, and eight or ten of the neighbors entered accompanied by two gendarmes.

On a chair lay a razor, besmeared with blood.

A small iron safe was discovered under the bed (not under the bedstead).

but nothing whatever has transpired to throw light upon it.

There appeared to be no furniture in any part of the building except in the fourth story.

The two lived an exceedingly retired life were reputed to have money.

Henri Duval, a neighbor, and by trade a silver smith, deposes that he was one of the party who first entered the house.

Odenheimer, restaurateur. This witness volunteered his testimony.

They were long and loud very awful and distressing. Was one of those who entered the building.

Could not distinguish the words uttered. They were loud and quick unequal spoken apparently in fear as well as in anger.

Upon the door being opened, Mademoiselle L. appeared and took from his hands one of the bags, while the old lady relieved him of the other.

William Bird, tailor deposes that he was one of the party who entered the house. Is an Englishman. Has lived in Paris two years. Was one of the first to ascend the stairs. Heard the voices in contention.

The shrill voice was very loud louder than the gruff one. Is sure that it was not the voice of an Englishman. Appeared to be that of a German.

Alfonzo Garcio, undertaker, deposes that he resides in the Rue Morgue. Is a native of Spain. Was one of the party who entered the house. Did not proceed up stairs.

The gruff voice was that of a Frenchman. Distinguished several words. The speaker appeared to be expostulating.

The face was fearfully discolored, and the eye balls protruded.

A large bruise was discovered upon the pit of the stomach, produced, apparently, by the pressure of a knee.

All the bones of the right leg and arm were more or less shattered.

The left tibia much splintered, as well as all the ribs of the left side.

Whole body dreadfully bruised and discolored. It was not possible to say how the injuries had been inflicted.

The head of the deceased, when seen by witness, was entirely separated from the body, and was also greatly shattered.

A postscript, however, mentioned that Adolphe Le Bon had been arrested and imprisoned although nothing appeared to criminate him, beyond the facts already detailed.

But, without educated thought, he erred continually by the very intensity of his investigations.

He impaired his vision by holding the object too close.

An inquiry will afford us amusement, I thought this an odd term, so applied, but said nothing and, besides, Le Bon once rendered me a service for which I am not ungrateful.

Retracing our steps, we came again to the front of the dwelling, rang, and, having shown our credentials, were admitted by the agents in charge.

The disorders of the room had, as usual, been suffered to exist.

The Gazette, he replied, has not entered, I fear, into the unusual horror of the thing.

It appears to me that this mystery is considered insoluble, for the very reason which should cause it to be regarded as easy of solution I mean for the outré character of its features.

with the facts that no one was discovered up stairs but the assassinated Mademoiselle L'Espanaye,

In investigations such as we are now pursuing, it should not be so much asked what has occurred, as what has occurred that has never occurred before.

I stared at the speaker in mute astonishment.

The impossibility of egress, by means already stated, being thus absolute, we are reduced to the windows.

It resisted the utmost force of those who endeavored to raise it.

however mysterious still appeared the circumstances attending the nails.

Passing my hand down behind the board, I readily discovered and pressed the spring, which was, as I had supposed, identical in character with its neighbor.

but this fact was an absolute nullity (conclusive us it might seem to be) when compared with the consideration that here, at this point, terminated the clew.

farther inquiry being thus considered unnecessary.

I should rather undervalue, than insist upon a full estimation of the activity required in this matter.

Madame L'Espanaye and her daughter lived an exceedingly retired life saw no company seldom went out had little use for numerous changes of habiliment.

Nearly the whole sum mentioned by Monsieur Mignaud, the banker, was discovered, in bags, upon the floor.

I wish you, therefore, to discard from your thoughts the blundering idea of motive, engendered in the brains of the police by that portion of the evidence which speaks of money delivered at the door of the house.

Least of all, do they thus dispose of the murdered.

The throat of the old lady was not merely cut, but the head absolutely severed from the body: the instrument was a mere razor.

He may have traced it to the chamber; but, under the agitating circumstances which ensued, he could never have re captured it.

The front door of the house had been left open, and the visitor had entered, without ringing, and advanced several steps upon the staircase.

A man entered. He was a sailor, evidently, a tall, stout, and muscular looking person,

He had with him a huge oaken cudgel, but appeared to be otherwise unarmed.

and then replied, in an assured tone

Of course you are prepared to identify the property?

The sailor had recovered his presence of mind, in a great measure, while Dupin uttered these words;

Himself and a companion had captured the Ourang Outang.

Razor in hand, and fully lathered, it was sitting before a looking glass, attempting the operation of shaving,

clambered up with inconceivable agility, grasped the shutter, which was thrown fully back against the wall,

The shutter was kicked open again by the Ourang Outang as it entered the room.

as it could scarcely escape from the trap into which it had ventured, except by the rod, where it might be intercepted as it came down.

With one determined sweep of its muscular arm it nearly severed her head from her body.

Gnashing its teeth, and flashing fire from its eyes, it flew upon the body of the girl, and imbedded its fearful talons in her throat, retaining its grasp until she expired.

Down below lies Germany, that was once covered with a close net of railway and canals,

it is quite light, for above three hundred lamps are burning there.

Then the Soldier climbed up into the tree, let himself slip down into the hole, and stood, as the Witch had said, in the great hall where the three hundred lamps were burning.

And he put up at the very best inn, and asked for the finest rooms, and ordered his favorite dishes, for now he was rich, as he had so much money.

The next day he procured proper boots and handsome clothes.

when it occurred to him that there was a candle end in the Tinder box which he had taken out of the hollow tree into which the Witch had helped him.

and if he struck it three times, then appeared the dog who had the gold.

Now the Soldier moved back into the fine rooms, and appeared again in handsome clothes;

and all his friends knew him again, and cared very much for him indeed.

When she saw that they both entered a great house, she thought, Now I know where it is; and with a bit of chalk she drew a great cross on the door.

and when that was done, she cut a little hole in the bag, so that the flour would be scattered along all the way which the Princess should take.

Outside the town a great gallows had been built, and round it stood the soldiers and many hundred thousand people.

The Soldier already stood upon the ladder; but as they were about to put the rope round his neck, he said that before a poor criminal suffered his punishment an innocent request was always granted to him.

So the little girl went on with her little naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold.

Lights were shining from every window, and there was a savory smell of roast goose, for it was New year's eve yes, she remembered that.

and she dared not go home, for she had sold no matches, and could not take home even a penny of money.

She drew one out scratch! how it sputtered as it burnt!

The table was covered with a snowy white table cloth,

Thousands of tapers were burning upon the green branches, and colored pictures, like those she had seen in the show windows, looked down upon it all.

and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful.

nor into what glory she had entered with her grandmother, on New year's day.

They shouldered arms and looked straight before them, and wore a splendid uniform, red and blue.

uttered by a little boy, who clapped his hands with delight when the lid of the box, in which they lay, was taken off.

The table on which the tin soldiers stood, was covered with other playthings,

yet he remained firm; his countenance did not change; he looked straight before him, and shouldered his musket.

Suddenly there appeared a great water rat, who lived in the drain.

she fluttered like a sylph right into the stove by the side of the tin soldier, and was instantly in flames and was gone.

One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents.

and the stork went about on his long red legs, and chattered Egyptian,

but she was almost tired out before the little ones came and then she so seldom had visitors.

How long is that to last? I am really tired of it.

She's the grandest of all here; she's of Spanish blood that's why she's so fat; and d'ye see? she has a red rag round her leg;

But the poor Duckling which had crept last out of the egg, and looked so ugly, was bitten and pushed and jeered, as much by the ducks as by the chickens.

then he gobbled and grew quite red in the face.

Piff! paff! resounded through the air; and the two ganders fell down dead in the swamp, and the water became blood red.

And so it lay quite quiet, while the shots rattled through the reeds and gun after gun was fired.

They uttered a very peculiar cry, spread forth their glorious great wings, and flew away from that cold region to warmer lands, to fair open lakes.

It turned round and round in the water like a wheel, stretched out its neck towards them, and uttered such a strange loud cry as frightened itself.

It would have been glad if only the ducks would have endured its company the poor, ugly creature!

and in its terror fluttered up into the milk pan, so that the milk spurted down into the room.

It felt quite glad at all the need and misfortune it had suffered, now it realised its happiness in all the splendour that surrounded it.

they made people believe that they were weavers, and declared they could manufacture the finest cloth to be imagined.

But he felt rather uneasy when he remembered that he who was not fit for his office could not see it.

Now the swindlers asked for more money, silk and gold cloth, which they required for weaving.

Then he turned once more to the looking glass, that people should think he admired his garments.

Never emperor's clothes were more admired.

Good heavens! listen to the voice of an innocent child, said the father, and one whispered to the other what the child had said.

she was so poor, and in winter wear very large wooden shoes, which made her little insteps quite red, and that looked so dangerous!

In the middle of the village lived old Dame Shoemaker; she sat and sewed together, as well as she could, a little pair of shoes out of old red strips of cloth;

On the very day her mother was buried, Karen received the red shoes, and wore them for the first time.

And Karen believed all this happened on account of the red shoes,

and the little princess stood in her fine white dress, in a window, and let herself be stared at;

she had neither a train nor a golden crown, but splendid red morocco shoes.

Nothing in the world can be compared with red shoes.

In the midst of the shoes stood a pair of red ones, just like those the princess had worn.

Yes, they shine! said Karen, and they fitted, and were bought, but the old lady knew nothing about their being red,

else she would never have allowed Karen to have gone in red shoes to be confirmed.

it seemed to her as if the old figures on the tombs, those portraits of old preachers and preacherswives, with stiff ruffs, and long black dresses, fixed their eyes on her red shoes.

and spoke of the holy baptism, of the covenant with God, and how she should be now a matured Christian;

and the organ pealed so solemnly; the sweet children's voices sang, and the old music directors sang, but Karen only thought of her red shoes.

In the afternoon, the old lady heard from every one that the shoes had been red, and she said that it was very wrong of Karen, that it was not at all becoming,

The next Sunday there was the sacrament, and Karen looked at the black shoes, looked at the red ones looked at them again, and put on the red shoes.

At the church door stood an old soldier with a crutch, and with a wonderfully long beard, which was more red than white,

And all the people in the church looked at Karen's red shoes, and all the pictures, and as Karen knelt before the altar,

and raised the cup to her lips, she only thought of the red shoes,

She looked at the old lady, who could not recover, she looked at the red shoes, and she thought there could be no sin in it;

she put on the red shoes, she might do that also, she thought. But then she went to the ball and began to dance.

for there was a face; but it was the old soldier with the red beard; he sat there, nodded his head, and said, Look, what beautiful dancing shoes!

Then she was terrified, and wanted to fling off the red shoes, but they clung fast;

Dance shalt thou! said he, dance in thy red shoes till thou art pale and cold!

But strike off my feet in the red shoes! And then she confessed her entire sin, and the executioner struck off her feet with the red shoes,

Now I have suffered enough for the red shoes! said she; now I will go into the church that people may see me!

And she hastened towards the church door: but when she was near it, the red shoes danced before her, and she was terrified, and turned round

but when Sunday returned, she said, Well, now I have suffered and struggled enough!

And away she went boldly; but she had not got farther than the churchyard gate before she saw the red shoes dancing before her;

Her soul flew on the sunshine to God, and there no one asked after the Red Shoes.

for he considered himself a quarter of a coach, because he went about upon one wheel.

but they broke off short, and swallowed the last syllable; for after mature deliberation they considered it beneath their dignity to protest.

It must be a kind of garden plant, said another; and so they sneered and despised the plant as a thing from a garden.

Winter came, and the plant was covered with snow, but the snow glittered over it as if it had sunshine beneath as well as above.

When spring came, the plant appeared in full bloom: a more beautiful object than any other plant in the forest.

and the flowers glittered and sparkled in the sunshine like colored flames, and the harmony of sweet sounds lingered round them as if each concealed within itself a deep fount of melody, which thousands of years could not exhaust.

Not long after, the king of the country suffered from the deepest melancholy.

Then the king, in his melancholy, wandered out to the spot in the wood.

Here is where the plant stood, he said; it is a sacred place.

Then he ordered that the place should be surrounded with a golden railing, and a sentry stationed near it.

For the plant had disappeared, and the king remained as melancholy and sad as ever, but the sentry said he had always been so.

For more than a year one of these ships had been pushing its way northward, amid snow and ice, and the sailors had endured many hardships;

till at length winter set in, and the sun entirely disappeared;

It was not quite dark; the northern lights shot forth red and blue flames, like continuous fireworks,

and the snow glittered, and reflected back the light, so that the night here was one long twilight.

and often pictured to themselves the yellow leaves on the trees at home.

Every night the sacred volume rested under his head, and he had known from his childhood what was written in it.

and under the influence of that faith which these holy words inspired, sleep came upon him, and dreams, which are the manifestations of God to the spirit.

The red hips gleamed on the hedges, and the starling which hung in the green cage outside the window of the peasant's hut, which was his home, whistled the tune which he had taught him.

He then made him some hot spiced wine, which quickly revived him; so that with reddening cheeks, he sprang upon the floor and danced around the old man.

What is your name? My name is Cupid, he answered.

If a clerk appeared before his eyes he became quite wild.

Oh, that's a magician, answered Little Claus.

He says we are not to eat porridge, for he has conjured the oven full of roast meat, fish, and cake.

but which, as he thought, the wizard had conjured forth.

The woman dared not say anything, but put the things at once on the table; and so they both ate of the meat, the fish, and the cake.

He says, replied Claus, that he has conjured three bottles of wine for us, too, and that they are standing there in the corner behind the oven.

I shall only get tired if I drag it any farther, so I'll throw it into the river

And he smeared some tar underneath the measure, so that some part of whatever was measured should stick to it.

Yes, we'll tan your hide for you till the red broth runs down. Out of the town with him!

Yes, answered Little Claus; I'm going to town with my old grandmother: she's sitting there on the car without.

And he poured out a great glass of mead, and went out with it to the dead grandmother, who had been placed upright in the carriage.

It's my grandmother, answered Great Claus.

It was certainly more than a quarter of an hour before the daisy recovered its senses.

But the tulips stood more stiffly than ever, their faces were pointed and red, because they were vexed.

The evening came, and nobody appeared to bring the poor bird a drop of water;

it opened its beautiful wings, and fluttered about in its anguish; a faint and mournful

The bird's body was placed in a pretty red box; they wished to bury it with royal honours.

While it was alive and sang they forgot it, and let it suffer want in the cage; now, they cried over it and covered it with flowers.

Nobody thought of the flower which had felt so much for the bird and had so greatly desired to comfort it.

lower and lower, till she disappeared altogether, and only a few bubbles on the surface of the muddy pool remained to show where she had sunk. And this is the story.

A heap of mud is a palace compared with the Marsh Woman's brewery;

and as Inge fell she shuddered in every limb, and soon became cold and stiff as marble.

It would take too much time to describe the various tortures these people suffered,

and that they were covered with mud; a snake had also fastened itself in her hair, and hung down her back,

for she had been seen by the cowherd from the hill, when she was crossing the marsh and had disappeared.

And while she thus suffered in a place where nothing changed,

and this hour the old woman remembered how, when a child, she had shed tears over the story of Inge, and she prayed for her now.

was the stony form of Inge changed, and as a little bird she soared, with the speed of lightning, upward to the world of mortals.

Yet how quickly the little bird discovered the beauty of everything around it.

The bird wanted to give utterance to thoughts that stirred in his breast,

The winter was very hard; the ponds were covered with ice, and there was very little food for either the beasts of the field or the birds of the air.

But no one could tell whither it went then although some declared it flew straight to the sun.

Close by grew a slender, beautiful, rose bush, but some wicked hand had broken the stem, and the half opened rosebuds hung faded and withered on the trailing branches.

The angel gathered also some beautiful flowers, as well as a few humble buttercups and heart's ease.

Here they remained, and the angel hovered over a small, narrow street, in which lay a large heap of straw, ashes, and sweepings from the houses of people who had removed.

The earth had been kept from falling to pieces by the roots of a withered field flower, which had been thrown amongst the rubbish.

In this spot the poor sick boy would sit warming himself in the sunshine, and watching the red blood through his delicate fingers as he held them before his face.

and among them was one to which the root still adhered.

He watered it, and cherished it, and took care it should have the benefit of every sunbeam that found its way into the cellar,

withered and forgotten, till at length cast out among the sweepings into the street, on the day of the lodgersremoval.

And this poor flower, withered and faded as it is, we have added to our nosegay,

but He kissed the withered field flower, and it received a voice.

They all joined in the chorus of praise, both great and small, the good, happy child, and the poor field flower, that once lay withered and cast away on a heap of rubbish in a narrow, dark street.

May I be permitted to ask if you are of gold? she inquired of the pin, her neighbor.

One day something lay close beside her that glittered splendidly;

I became so tired, so heavy, that the beam broke, and I flew out into the gleaming Au, where the water is deepest,

He had never before been out at night, but had always slumbered secretly behind the warm rose leaves.

Then he scattered the dry leaves over the light earth with his foot,

The hat was on the head now, which made it very dark, and the little elf shuddered with fright and indignation at the wicked deed.

But the elf slipped out of the withered leaf, placed himself by the ear of the sleeping girl,

That you may not think this is only a dream that I have told you, he said, you will find on your bed a withered leaf.

and after removing the leaves from the earth, she turned it up, and there found him who had been murdered.

I will keep this, said she; and as soon as she had covered the body again with the earth and leaves,

and in this she placed the head of the dead man, covered it up with earth, and planted the twig of jasmine in it.

Farewell, farewell, whispered the little elf.

The bitter tears fell upon the jasmine twig, and each day, as she became paler and paler, the sprig appeared to grow greener and fresher.

He did not know whose closed eyes were there, nor what red lips were fading beneath the earth.

But the wicked brother considered the beautiful blooming plant as his own property,

telling each little spirit that dwelt in them the story of the murdered young man, whose head now formed part of the earth beneath them,

We know it, said each little spirit in the flowers, we know it, for have we not sprung from the eyes and lips of the murdered one.

The lady birds, with red and black shells on their backs, and delicate wings, were flying about, and one of them said,

After a while the weather cleared up a little, and the beetle was able to rub the water from his eyes, and look about him.

so much so that each mother considered her own child the most beautiful and clever of them all.

but the beetle felt it a bore, and he therefore inquired the way to the nearest dung heap.

That is quite out in the great world, on the other side of the ditch, answered an earwig,

But I shall try to get so far, said the beetle, and he walked off without taking any formal leave, which is considered a polite thing to do.

It is really quite refreshing to be with one's own kindred again.

Then the beetle stepped down into the rich mud, where sat three young lady beetles, who tittered, because they did not know what to say.

None of them are engaged yet, said their mother, and the beetle maidens tittered again, this time quite in confusion.

Our beetle considered this speech a great insult, so he flew suddenly out of the speaker's hand.

and beneath them what a profusion of luxuriant green, and of flowers red like flame, yellow as amber, or white as new fallen snow!

there he sank down, tired and exhausted, exactly on the mane of the emperor's favorite horse, who was standing in his stable;

She remembered that for some time the child had spoken more cheerfully,

The sun shone, and the soft air fluttered its leaves, and the little peasant children passed by,

and the young fir tree, which was now grown to its full height, shuddered as the noble trees fell to the earth with a crash.

And the wind kissed the tree, and the dew watered it with tears; but the fir tree regarded them not.

honey cakes, gilded apples, playthings, and many hundreds of wax tapers.

It knew that it should never again see its dear old companions, the trees, nor the little bushes and many colored flowers that had grown by its side; perhaps not even the birds.

The tree first recovered itself while being unpacked in the courtyard of a house, with several other trees;

There were rocking chairs, silken sofas, large tables, covered with pictures, books, and playthings,

On one branch they hung little bags cut out of colored paper, and each bag was filled with sweetmeats;

and above, and all round, were hundreds of red, blue, and white tapers, which were fastened on the branches.

It is winter now, thought the tree, the ground is hard and covered with snow, so that people cannot plant me.

I shall be sheltered here, I dare say, until spring comes.

The more he talked the more he remembered, and then he thought to himself, Those were happy days, but they may come again.

but alas! they were all withered and yellow, and it lay in a corner amongst weeds and nettles.

The star of gold paper still stuck in the top of the tree and glittered in the sunshine.

Then he rode away upon the horse that was to be sold or bartered for something else.

Now he had really done a great deal of business on his way to the fair, and he was hot and tired.

Rotten apples, answered the ostler; a whole sackful of them.

Last year the old apple tree by the grass plot only bore one apple, and we kept it in the cupboard till it was quite withered and rotten.

We'll wager you a ton of coined gold, a hundred pounds to the hundred weight.

So they paid a hundred weight of gold to the peasant, who, whatever he did, was not scolded but kissed.

but there was a great number of them, and it appeared as if his search would become very wearisome.

He asked her a second time, and then a third; but she remained dumb, and answered not a word.

The pea blossom pleased him most of all; she was white and red, graceful and slender, and belonged to those domestic maidens who have a pretty appearance, and can yet be useful in the kitchen.

He was just about to make her an offer, when, close by the maiden, he saw a pod, with a withered flower hanging at the end.

The flowers now appeared in their most gorgeous robes, but all in vain; they had not the fresh, fragrant air of youth.

Then he flew against the window pane, and was seen and admired by those in the room, who caught him, and stuck him on a pin, and in a box of curiosities.

Well, a growing number of people from ethnic backgrounds are getting bored of all these white male superheroes they can't relate to.

The Fantastic Four was a family and they bickered and fought and Reed and Sue were a couple,

Some live in hydrothermal vents holes in the ocean floor hundreds of metres down where there's lots of pressure and no sunlight.

Well, scientists have found them in hidden lakes trapped beneath ice sheets hundreds of metres thick in Antarctica.

Extremophiles are extremely well adapted to their environment and they appeared on Earth much earlier than more complex life forms.

For example, one celebrity who was very proud of his working class London roots or origins discovered that he's actually a direct descendent of an English king!

So Mike Williams's great grandfather appeared on the 1911 census for England and Wales but because of his surname the family think he might originally have come from Finland.

and has also become easier to investigate these days now companies offer to test the DNA in your saliva for as little as a hundred dollars.

So it seems that paying a company a hundred dollars to reveal that you're related to Edward of third is a waste of money.

But the thing is, people in big cities are often scared to start a conversation with a stranger because, well, you don't know what might happen.

and this will reduce the likelihood that anybody will say hello.

People can behave unpredictably, and like Dr Boag says, you're just one person in a crowd of others and you just don't know who might be dangerous.

It reduces fear, increases trust between people, and evokes feelings of contentment.

OK. Well, maybe by the end of the show you'll have figured it out.

We tend to think of memory as being like a video recorder that we can replay and recall again and again as it originally occurred.

Let's listen to Tim Valentine, retired professor of psychology at Goldsmith's College at the University of London, talking about this.

That's the third this week! You look dead on your feet, which is an expression meaning extremely tired.

By the year 2030, will the USA's life expectancy be a in the top third b the middle third or c the bottom third compared to the rest of the world?

Everybody knows that's Japan, come on! Aha, yes, but new analysis by the World Health Organization and Imperial College London predicts that it won't always be so.

and perhaps most importantly doing this in a relatively the equitable way compared to western countries.

So, France has low obesity, which is a state of being very overweight, compared to the UK's high obesity.

You asked me by the year 2030, will the USA's life expectancy be a in the top one third b the middle one third or c the bottom one third compared to the rest of the world?

First we had dead on your feet. This is an informal expression which means extremely tired.

Another way to say the same thing would be shattered. When was a time when you were dead on your feet, Catherine?

What if I told you that over 200 mermaids have recently gathered in Greensboro, North Carolina in the USA?

And it allegedly appeared at sunset. Apparently the mermaid was doing tricks. There you go then!

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