The moment Aunt March took her nap, or was busy with company, Jo hurried to this quiet place
, and curling herself up in the easy chair, devoured poetry, romance, history, travels, and pictures like a regular bookworm.
On the street he had met the farm hand from the Bentley place
and knew of his son's return to town.
There was some legal trouble, I believe, something about the heirs and coheirs; anyhow, the place
has been empty for years.
Stretching out her long, lank arm, she put a paper of pearl buttons, a jew's-harp, or whatever the small article might be, in its destined place
, and straightway vanished back into the dusk, as if the world need never hope for another glimpse of her.
There was no place
in the city where he could wash even his face, unless he went down to the lake front-- and there it would soon be all ice.
As I really think I should have liked to do myself, if I had been in their place
and so despised.
Even the very place
of his captivity was uncertain, and his fate but very imperfectly known to the generality of his subjects, who were, in the meantime, a prey to every species of subaltern oppression.
They were at a loss what route to take, and how far they were from the ultimate place
of their destination, nor could they meet in these uninhabited wilds with any human being to give them information.
Salton and Sir Nathaniel noticed that the young man did not come to claim his appointed place
at the dais table; but they understood and made no remark, or indeed did not seem to notice his absence.
We inquired, and learned that the lions of Smyrna consisted of the ruins of the ancient citadel, whose broken and prodigious battlements frown upon the city from a lofty hill just in the edge of the town--the Mount Pagus of Scripture, they call it; the site of that one of the Seven Apocalyptic Churches of Asia which was located here in the first century of the Christian era; and the grave and the place
of martyrdom of the venerable Polycarp, who suffered in Smyrna for his religion some eighteen hundred years ago.
The persons who, like ourselves, never cross the Place
de Grève without casting a glance of pity and sympathy on that poor turret strangled between two hovels of the time of Louis XV.
Next day the troops assembled in their appointed places
in the evening and advanced during the night.