Word: companions
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...that's high; but I said I'd take it, and I will. (Goes out with his companion, muttering to himself.) That is the wust of these city folks; they have purty things, but they do charge...
...could not sleep," apologized Tue, as if she felt herself accountable to her companion...
...raised her beautiful, tearful eyes to her companion's face, and involuntarily gave him a tender glance. This was a spark in tinder. Ching seized her hand, and poured out his pentup passion in a resistless torrent. The maiden's breath was quite taken away, at the first plunge in this deluge of sentiment. She listened with ever-increasing alarm, until she found a chance to implore, "No more! oh, no more!" But Ching was fairly beside himself; his love told, he prayed her to assure him of its return. He had held her hand; he threw his arm round...
...rarely time to acquire after leaving. To be a broad and liberally educated man, one must know a little of everything, and some one thing well. If we undertake to shape our course through college with the idea of a specialty, and make every secondary study a direct companion to the main branch, we shall undoubtedly come out narrow-minded, pedantic scholars, who, prejudiced toward their own branches, know not enough of the branches of others to give them a charitable recognition. Many are the evils which arise from men choosing too hastily and blindly their electives...
Yonder natives are two youths of the village. One of them is in no way noticeable; he is simply a common ape, of average stature, appearance, and intellect. He listens to his companion with that momentary acquiescence in every detail which all give to the dicta of their superiors. The other is indeed remarkable. His stature is so large as almost to be gigantic; his form is massive, yet not unwieldy; his face serious, yet not stern; his eyes full of craft, if not of thought; his body black and glossy, except across the breast, where runs the band...