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‘The fact is, I don’t like to begin about it with Brooke, in our mutual position; the whole thing is so unpleasant. I do wish people would behave like gentlemen,’ said the good baronet, feeling that this was a simple and comprehensive programme for social well-being.

In Norway, especially (where there is greater resolution of the data), but also in the rest of Scandinavia, the major question is what happened to this system of communal government at its points of contact with the rising power of kings. It is not coincidental that this political friction begins to be felt precisely in the eighth century, at the s

“For crying out loud, Dr. Hwang. We’ll look ridiculous now that you’ve got this. Seriously, myrrh? It’ll make our gifts look silly too. A gold ring, perfume, and myrrh on Christmas Eve? Heck, we’re like the Three Wise Men here.”

Carfax’s first impression was that the house was full of people. He then perceived that the effect came from several mirrors which reflected and counter-reflected their three figures. These mirrors were not many; but the skilful placing of them gave an effect of magnitude and mystery apparently aided by the construction of the house. Apartments of

The brochure for her favorite place was glossy black, printed on thick card stock. It had something the other brochures lacked. You could say it looked expensive, but I thought it looked aggressive. The lettering was thick and gold. No trace of the cutesy, happy, undemanding purity normally found in ads for clinics geared toward average women. Its

I could have told her, “Maki, your nipples look strong.” But would she take that as a compliment? I doubt it. But what’s wrong with having strong nipples? Or dark nipples, for that matter? Who wants their nipples to be cute or pretty? You’d think that, in the world of nipples, it’d be the strong, dark, big ones that would reign supreme. Maybe somed

People came to the writing school with unbearably sad stories, about children who had died, about surviving rape and suicide attempts, about addictions or parents who never loved them. Often they hoped to turn their own story into something that could be published, perhaps without realizing that also meant turning it into a package, a product that

Always when Marlee looked at him, his dark eyes were looking back at her, and she knew they were thinking exactly the same thing. She was certain that they would meet later to talk about it and that certainty made her pupils dilate and her breath quicken. (There is no aphrodisiac even half as powerful as talking shit about someone.)

Miller could not always control his instincts, but he trusted them.