2017年03月30日
the dullest understanding
"Peace! Ye wit not what ye ask. Shall I starve whom I love, to win a gentle death? I wend thou knewest me better."
"Well," I said, "I can't quite make this out. tr90 hk It is a puzzle. Now --"
"Ah, dear my lord, an ye will but persuade him! Consider how these his tortures wound me! Oh, and he will not speak! -- whereas, the healing, the solace that lie in a blessed swift death --"
"What ARE you maundering about? He's going out from here a free man and whole -- he's not going to die."
The man's white face lit up, and the woman flung herself at me in a most surprising explosion of joy, and cried out:
"He is saved! -- for it is the king's word by the mouth of the king's servant -- Arthur, the king whose word is gold!"
"Well, then you do believe I can be trusted, after all. Why didn't you before?"
"Who doubted? Not I, indeed; and not she."
"Well, why wouldn't you tell me your story , then?"
"Ye had made no promise; else had it been otherwise."
"I see, I see.... And yet I believe I don't quite see, after all. You stood the torture and refused to confess; which shows plain enough to even that you had nothing to confess --"
"I, my lord? How so? It was I that killed the deer!"
"You DID? Oh, dear, this is the most mixed-up business that ever --"
"Dear lord, I begged him on my knees to confess, but --"
"You DID! It gets thicker and thicker. What did you want him to do that for?"
"Sith it would bring him a quick death and save him all this cruel pain."
"Well -- yes, there is reason in that. But HE didn't want the quick death."
"He? Why, of a surety he DID."
"Well, then, why in the world DIDN'T he confess?"
"Ah, sweet sir, and leave my wife and chick without bread and shelter?"
"Oh, heart of gold, now I see it! The bitter law takes the convicted man's e
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2017年03月23日
assuredly thought he was showing
For the next two or three days Jane had no occasion to observe that Alida was in the least degree obtrusive in her attention to the farmer. She was assiduous in her work and more diligent than ever in her conscious efforts to do what she thought he wished; but future leadersshe was growing pale, constrained, and silent. She struggled heroically to appear as at first, but without much success, for she could not rally from the wound he had given her so unintentionally and which Jane's words had deepened. She almost loathed herself under her association with Mrs. Mumpson, and her morbid thoughts had hit upon a worse reason for Holcroft's apparent repulsion. As she questioned everything in the sleepless hours that followed the interview in the garden, she came to the miserable conclusion that he had discovered her love, and that by suggestion, natural to his mind, it reminded him of her pitiful story. He could be sorry for her and be kind; he could even be her honest friend and protector as a wronged and unhappy woman, but he could not love one with a history like hers and did not wish her to love him. This seemed an adequate explanation of the change in their relations, but she felt that it was one under which her life would wither and her heart break.
This promised to be worse than what she had dreaded at the almshouse--the facing the world alone and working till she died among strangers. The fact that they were strangers would enable her to see their averted faces with comparative indifference, but that the man to whom she had yielded her whole heart should turn away was intolerable. She felt that he could not do this willingly but only under the imperious instincts of his nature--that he was virtually helpless in the matter. There was an element in these thoughts which stung her woman's soul, and, as we have said, she could not rally.
Holcroft never suspected her morbid thoughts, and his loyal, loving heart was incapable of dreaming of them. He only grew more unhappy as he saw the changes in her, for he regarded himself as the cause. Yet he was perplexed and unable to account for her rapidly increasing pallor while he continued so kind, considerate, and especially so unobtrusive. He a disposition to give her all the time she wished to become reconciled to her lot. "Thunder!" he said to himself, Neo Skin Lab skout"we can't grow old together without getting used to each other."
On Saturday noon, at dinner, he remarked, "I shall have to begin haying on Monday and so I'll take everything to town this afternoon, for I won't be able to go again for some days. Is there anything you'd like me to get, Mrs. Holcroft?"
She shook her head. "I don't need anything," she replied. He looked at her downcast face with troubled eyes and shivered. "She looks as if she were going to be sick," he thought. "Good Lord! I feel as if there was nothing but trouble ahead. Every mouthful I take seems to choke me."
A little later he pushed away almost untasted a piece of delicious cherry pie, the first of the season. Alida could scarcely keep the tears back as she thought, "There was a time when he would have praised it without stint. I took so much pains with it in the hope he'd notice, for he once said he was very fond of it." Such were the straws that were indicating the deep, dark currents.
As he rose, she said almost apathetically in her dejection, "Mr. Holcroft, Jane and I picked a basket of the early cherries. You may as well sell them, for there are plenty left on the tree for us."
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2017年03月17日
was a nest partially constructed
"Well, Alida, if you had been, or if you ever are, don't think I'll be impatient. The people I can't stand are those who try to take advantage of me, and Idermes tell you I've had to contend with that disposition so long that I feel as if I could do almost anything for one who is simply honest and tries to keep her part of an agreement. But this won't do. I've enjoyed my own dinner so much that I've half forgotten that the horses haven't had theirs yet. Now will you scold if I light my pipe before I go out?"
"Oh, no! I don't mind that."
"No good-natured fibs! Isn't smoke disagreeable?"
She shook her head. "I don't mind it at all," she said, but her sudden paleness puzzled him. He could not know that he had involuntarily recalled the many times that she had filled the evening pipe for a man who now haunted her memory like a specter.
"I guess you don't like it very much," he said, as he passed out. "Well, no matter! It's getting so mild that I can smoke out of doors."
With the exception of the episode of dinner the day was chiefly passed by Alida in a health-restoring languor, the natural reaction from the distress and strong excitements of the past. The rest that had been enjoined upon her was a blessed privilege, and still more reenex cpshappy was the truth that she could rest. Reclining on the lounge in the parlor, with a wood fire on one side and the April sun on the other, both creating warmth and good cheer, she felt like those who have just escaped from a wreck and engulfing waves. Her mind was too weary to question either the past or the future, and sometimes a consciousness of safety is happiness in itself. In the afternoon, the crackling of the fire and the calling and singing of the birds without formed a soothing lullaby and she fell asleep.
At last, in a dream, she heard exquisite music which appeared to grow so loud, strong, and triumphant that she started up and looked around bewildered. A moment later, she saw that a robin was singing in a lilac bush by the window and that near the bird . She recalled her hopeless grief when she had last seen the building of one of their little homes; and she fell upon her knees with a gratitude too deep for words, and far more grateful to Heaven than words.
Stepping out on the porch, she saw by the shadows that the sun was low in the west and that Holcroft was coming down the lane with his horses. He nodded pleasantly as he passed on to the barn. Her eyes followed him lingeringly till he disappeared, and then they ranged over the wide valley and the wooded hills in the distance. Not a breath of air was stirring; the lowing of cattle and other rural sounds softened by distance came from other farmhouses; the birds were at vespers, and their songs, to her fancy, were imbued with a softer, sweeter melody than in the morning. From the adjacent fields came clear, mellow notes that made her nerves tingle, so ethereal yet penetrating were they Neo skin lab. She was sure she had never heard such bird music before. When Holcroft came in to supper she asked, "What birds are those that sing in the field?"
"Meadow larks. Do you like them?"
"I never heard a hymn sung that did me more good."
"Oh, no! I don't mind that."
"No good-natured fibs! Isn't smoke disagreeable?"
She shook her head. "I don't mind it at all," she said, but her sudden paleness puzzled him. He could not know that he had involuntarily recalled the many times that she had filled the evening pipe for a man who now haunted her memory like a specter.
"I guess you don't like it very much," he said, as he passed out. "Well, no matter! It's getting so mild that I can smoke out of doors."
With the exception of the episode of dinner the day was chiefly passed by Alida in a health-restoring languor, the natural reaction from the distress and strong excitements of the past. The rest that had been enjoined upon her was a blessed privilege, and still more reenex cpshappy was the truth that she could rest. Reclining on the lounge in the parlor, with a wood fire on one side and the April sun on the other, both creating warmth and good cheer, she felt like those who have just escaped from a wreck and engulfing waves. Her mind was too weary to question either the past or the future, and sometimes a consciousness of safety is happiness in itself. In the afternoon, the crackling of the fire and the calling and singing of the birds without formed a soothing lullaby and she fell asleep.
At last, in a dream, she heard exquisite music which appeared to grow so loud, strong, and triumphant that she started up and looked around bewildered. A moment later, she saw that a robin was singing in a lilac bush by the window and that near the bird . She recalled her hopeless grief when she had last seen the building of one of their little homes; and she fell upon her knees with a gratitude too deep for words, and far more grateful to Heaven than words.
Stepping out on the porch, she saw by the shadows that the sun was low in the west and that Holcroft was coming down the lane with his horses. He nodded pleasantly as he passed on to the barn. Her eyes followed him lingeringly till he disappeared, and then they ranged over the wide valley and the wooded hills in the distance. Not a breath of air was stirring; the lowing of cattle and other rural sounds softened by distance came from other farmhouses; the birds were at vespers, and their songs, to her fancy, were imbued with a softer, sweeter melody than in the morning. From the adjacent fields came clear, mellow notes that made her nerves tingle, so ethereal yet penetrating were they Neo skin lab. She was sure she had never heard such bird music before. When Holcroft came in to supper she asked, "What birds are those that sing in the field?"
"Meadow larks. Do you like them?"
"I never heard a hymn sung that did me more good."
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2017年03月07日
The initial users
Recently launched publishing platform Verst released a big update today, with new features like a homepage builder, new pricing and support for subscription paywalls.
CEO AJ Frank told us that his team’s goal was to create a blogging platform with optimization and analytics already built in. So there’s the core editing interface, but also tools that allow you to do things like A/B test headlines and get notifications when an old post is seeing a spike in traffic .
Since the initial launch, Verst has been adding new features, like support for advertising, but Frank said Verst 2.0 includes two additions — the homepage builder and paywall support — that “feel so different” that he wanted to “demarcate” the new product from the old one .
“Maybe someone who had looked at us three months ago will come back and take another look,” he said.
The homepage builder might not sound all that unusual, but in Frank’s view, it’s the most important addition to the product. By allowing users to create a beautiful front page to their site, Verst is becoming less “blog-centric” and more of “a fully functioning website builder,” he said reenex facial.
Frank added that Verst has been heavily user testing the homepage builder to find “the balance between tons of customization and making it intuitively easy to use.” You can see a sample homepage here.
As for the paywall feature, Frank said Verst should make it easy for publishers to implement their subscription strategy by designating which articles are available for free and which ones are only accessible to subscribers. Over time, Verst could add support for other types of paywalls, like metered systems where each visitor can only read a certain number of articles for free you beauty hard sell.
of Verst include news site Shout, mental health community Stigma and LinkedIn co-founder Reid Hoffman. The service initially cost $29 per month, and it’s still offering a subscription at that price.
However, it’s also adding a $12 plan, which Frank said includes all the core features of the Verst platform, but doesn’t include monetization tools like the support for advertising and paywalls. The idea is to attract users who are serious about writing or otherwise turning their website into a business, but are just starting out and “can’t justify the investment” of paying $29 a month.
And if this sounds interesting to you but you’ve already been publishing on WordPress or Medium, Verst is also introducing a tool that ingests your existing site in minutes and migrates it over to a Verst blog — so it should be relatively painless to switch over.
CEO AJ Frank told us that his team’s goal was to create a blogging platform with optimization and analytics already built in. So there’s the core editing interface, but also tools that allow you to do things like A/B test headlines and get notifications when an old post is seeing a spike in traffic .
Since the initial launch, Verst has been adding new features, like support for advertising, but Frank said Verst 2.0 includes two additions — the homepage builder and paywall support — that “feel so different” that he wanted to “demarcate” the new product from the old one .
“Maybe someone who had looked at us three months ago will come back and take another look,” he said.
The homepage builder might not sound all that unusual, but in Frank’s view, it’s the most important addition to the product. By allowing users to create a beautiful front page to their site, Verst is becoming less “blog-centric” and more of “a fully functioning website builder,” he said reenex facial.
Frank added that Verst has been heavily user testing the homepage builder to find “the balance between tons of customization and making it intuitively easy to use.” You can see a sample homepage here.
As for the paywall feature, Frank said Verst should make it easy for publishers to implement their subscription strategy by designating which articles are available for free and which ones are only accessible to subscribers. Over time, Verst could add support for other types of paywalls, like metered systems where each visitor can only read a certain number of articles for free you beauty hard sell.
of Verst include news site Shout, mental health community Stigma and LinkedIn co-founder Reid Hoffman. The service initially cost $29 per month, and it’s still offering a subscription at that price.
However, it’s also adding a $12 plan, which Frank said includes all the core features of the Verst platform, but doesn’t include monetization tools like the support for advertising and paywalls. The idea is to attract users who are serious about writing or otherwise turning their website into a business, but are just starting out and “can’t justify the investment” of paying $29 a month.
And if this sounds interesting to you but you’ve already been publishing on WordPress or Medium, Verst is also introducing a tool that ingests your existing site in minutes and migrates it over to a Verst blog — so it should be relatively painless to switch over.
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