Word: paines
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...building on the Avenida Jiménez de Quesada was only half-scoured, the cleaned marble and sandstone contrasting sharply with the dingy, unscrubbed sections. Municipal inspectors were touring Bogotá to make sure that citizens were painting and scrubbing their houses, as ordered by the City Council on pain of fines up to 50 pesos ($35). Streets have been repaved, potholes filled...
...operation is finished, and in the hardly lighted dormitory I watch for the man's awaking. Scarcely has he recovered consciousness when he stares about him and ejaculates again & again, 'I've no more pain! I've no more pain!' His hand feels for mine and will not let it go. Then I begin to tell him and the others in the room that it is the Lord Jesus who has told the doctor and his wife to come to the Ogowe, and that white people in Europe give them money to live here...
With some pain, the Duke remembered a childhood nurse who took him downstairs at teatime to see his parents, the future George V and Mary. "Before taking me into the drawing room, this dreadful 'Nanny' would pinch and twist my arm-why, no one knew, unless it was to demonstrate, according to some perverse reasoning, that her power over me was greater than theirs." Eventually the cruel Nanny was caught at it, and fired...
...through the court which was horrified. ... In effect, the young man was saying, 'I insist on being hanged by the neck in three weeks' time,' and the strength of his desire to die was forcing his weak voice through his shuddering lips and ignoring his pain, which was great, for he was blasted by what he did. He was like an insect that falls on a hot stove and is withered, and what he did felt like an act of cruelty to the whole court. It rejected the life that...
...Bristol's two propellers bite into a milky fog. Through a sudden rift he saw a mountain ahead, heard Chief Pilot Nils Werner scream: "Oh, my God." The next sounds he remembered were the soft voices of Italian peasants poking about the wreckage which pinioned him in pain...