The world's wit and humor: an encyclopedia of the classic wit and humor of all ages and nations, 第 8 卷Lionel Strachey Review of reviews Company, 1906 |
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... feel this when they go to war ; There is a sort of unexprest concern , A kind of shock that sets one's heart ajar ; At leaving even the most unpleasant people And places , one keeps looking at the steeple . But Juan had got many things ...
... feel this when they go to war ; There is a sort of unexprest concern , A kind of shock that sets one's heart ajar ; At leaving even the most unpleasant people And places , one keeps looking at the steeple . But Juan had got many things ...
第22页
... feel no inclination to join with us . " " Whose word am I to take for this ? " answered the cautious soldier . " A man must know his guarantee , or he may fall into an ambuscade . " " I am called , " answered the younger stranger ...
... feel no inclination to join with us . " " Whose word am I to take for this ? " answered the cautious soldier . " A man must know his guarantee , or he may fall into an ambuscade . " " I am called , " answered the younger stranger ...
第38页
... feel the pig , if there were any signs of life in it . He burnt his fin- gers , and to cool them he applied them in his booby fashion to his mouth . Some of the crumbs of the scorched skin had come away with his fingers , and for the ...
... feel the pig , if there were any signs of life in it . He burnt his fin- gers , and to cool them he applied them in his booby fashion to his mouth . Some of the crumbs of the scorched skin had come away with his fingers , and for the ...
第39页
... feel in those remote quarters . His father might lay on , but he could not beat him from his pig , till he had fairly made an end of it , when , becoming a little more sensible of his situation , something like the following dialogue ...
... feel in those remote quarters . His father might lay on , but he could not beat him from his pig , till he had fairly made an end of it , when , becoming a little more sensible of his situation , something like the following dialogue ...
第44页
... cake came back upon my recollection , and the pleasure and the curiosity I had taken in seeing her make it , and her joy when she had sent it to the oven , and how disappointed she would feel that I 44 British Wit and Humor.
... cake came back upon my recollection , and the pleasure and the curiosity I had taken in seeing her make it , and her joy when she had sent it to the oven , and how disappointed she would feel that I 44 British Wit and Humor.
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