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Word: wente (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1880-1889
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...mine. I must get out of the house in the morning without waking him. No danger of my not being up in time, for I had my alarm clock to wake me. He didn't have any. At nine o'clock that evening I complained of a headache and went up to my room. Boxer had a knowing look, as I said good-night; he grinned with mock commiseration. This maddened me. I would show him, &c. My blood...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: ALARMED. | 4/5/1881 | See Source »

Alone she went in mud and sadness...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: BREVITIES. | 3/25/1881 | See Source »

...told him of this in her frank way. He laughed, and answered, "It's quite the ta-ta thing." Tootsy opened her hazel-nut orbs in astonishment, and said, "You use some kind of hair preparation." This would have floored an ordinary man, but the representative of '84 went on undisturbed. "I never bat; in fact, none of my class-mates do." "Ah!" said she, in her sweet, coy way, "you have no Freshman nine. How nice that is, base ball is such a dangerous game!" He paid no attention to this remark, but continued, "I have no taste...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: TOOTSY SWIDGER'S VISIT TO CAMBRIDGE. | 3/25/1881 | See Source »

However, I went down to Wight with Tennyson. He was very gloomy and unsocial during our ride in the railway-carriage. We travelled third class, for, as he said, poetry was flat, and there was very little profit in the business. There was a plethoric Irish female in the apartment with a crying infant in her arms. I saw that Tennyson's countenance had a rapt, far-away look, so I said pleasantly, "Composing, eh? Sonnet on a weeping infant, - ah! very tender, very touching! Can't I give you a hint...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: REMINISCENCES OF TENNYSON. | 3/11/1881 | See Source »

...cork, and was now spilling the foam on a lady's dress. Undoubtedly he would have poured out the whole contents of the bottle, but it accidentally slipped from his hand and fell on her foot. With many good-natured apologies, he kicked the bottle under the table and went away to get another. He was an Oshkosh Senior...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: WAITERS. | 3/11/1881 | See Source »

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