Word: painful
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Pointing to the Abbé, defendant Maurice Lourdin cried: "There sits the Devil, Satan himself! . . . He is the greatest sorcerer of the age. He can make people die, with or without pain, as he desires. . . . He sent upon us awful maladies. I suffer from them. . . . Our Sainted Mother suffers...
...this truck, passing three automobiles coming toward it, that accidentally rammed one of them. There was a tremendous crash. Five other cars piled into the wreckage before they could stop. Among them were the strolling players, the handsome limousine. Little Eva was badly shaken. The two bloodhounds yelped with pain and rage. The banker emerged from his limousine with blood flowing from a gashed head-Mr. R. B. Mellon, President of the Mellon National Bank, brother of Secretary of the Treasury Andrew W. Mellon...
...Harvard Yard (campus), a yellow and white hound-dog, weight 35 pounds, watched some squirrels at play, stalked them, sprang, flattened a young squirrel under his paw. The pinioned creature twisted this way and that, emitting sharp, tiny screams of pain. Down from the trees ran the other squirrels. They surrounded the dog and curled their whiskered lips, making a snarling noise. Now it was the hound-dog's turn to cringe; it was his turn to squeal with agony as the squirrel under his paw twisted around, bit his forefoot-as the other squirrels sprang upon his flanks...
...tradition, the tradition of the East. Only recently a new proof of this was brought to light when some Turkish schoolchildren put a tack in the teacher's chair. Of course, they had been led by an infiltration of western ideas to believe that such a joke would so pain the teacher as to amuse the class. They reckoned not upon the Oriental influences that were to work upon that tack...
...shock during the first few minutes after my arrival in Cambridge which came near upsetting all my calculations. Rushing up out of the 'pill box', all on fire with ambition, and the antennae of my mind sharpened by a whole summer's curiosity, alert to the point, of pain, I was on the point of dashing across the square and throwing myself into the conflict when--whiz!--a Ford shot around the corner and, hitting a poor pedestrian not five feet from me, dragged him out of sight...