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Word: armes (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1880-1889
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...stream you can, right in this window;" and in dashed the stream with powerful force, right through the casement where he stood. Well, sir, I never should have believed it, if I had not stood right there and seen it; but, sir, that man took the child under one arm and throwing the other right around that stream of water he came sliding down on it, slow and easy, till he touched the ground...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SLIGHTLY THE WRONG MAN. | 10/14/1881 | See Source »

...dense woods on either side, but the moon had already risen and lighted the way. We had proceeded but a short distance, Jackson ahead, I following him (the way was narrow), with my eyes on the ground to keep the path, when suddenly he stopped short and wrenched my arm violently. Startled, I raised my eyes. He was trembling like an aspen and pointing ahead. I followed the direction of his finger. What I saw I shall never forget. There, directly in front of us, straight across the path, was an enormous figure, all white, with outstretched arms that seemed...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A GHOST STORY. | 6/17/1881 | See Source »

...deep-voiced seer of all, with an arm like the oak of the forest...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE LATEST NEWS FROM DELPHI. | 6/17/1881 | See Source »

...think it would be very difficult to find two more painfully proper young men than Will and I; but there were the two charming damsels right within arm's reach, as it were; and not to show some recognition of the fact seemed like flying in the very face of Fate. We are both naturally very modest, and not at all given to making advances to strangers, particularly to strangers of the gentler sort, but it seemed to be a clear case of foreordination, and we meekly acquiesced...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A BALD-HEAD; OR, A WARNING TO FRESHMEN. | 6/3/1881 | See Source »

Once I saw her, my beautiful Edith, once, as the coach rolled away from the door. They told me -there were two of them, and they held me by either arm, although I tried to shake them off - they told me that she was to go home, that I could not follow just then, not until I got better of the fever. I never shall get better. Not here, in Buenos Ayres, in my counting-room. I call this my counting-room, though people look at me as if they did not believe what I say, - the look, you know...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A. BIRD OF THE AIR. | 6/3/1881 | See Source »

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