Yes, he said, these intimations
which the soul receives are very curious and require to be explained.
On that and every subsequent occasion his presence served rather as a check upon his host, than an incitement to further acts of intemperance; and he always succeeded in bringing him from the dining-room in good time, and in tolerably good condition; for if Arthur disregarded such intimations
as 'Well, I must not detain you from your lady,' or 'We must not forget that Mrs.
This Dialogue contains the first intimation
of the doctrine of reminiscence and of the immortality of the soul.
On being favoured with an intimation
to that effect, Miss C.
The first intimation
the black man had that he was in danger was the crash of twigs as Numa charged through the bushes into the game trail not twenty yards behind him.
The other was serious enough; my letters from home gave intimation
that my father's health was worse.
The first intimation
that either had of the presence of strangers in camp was the sudden appearance of a half-dozen ragged villains about them.
Joseph mumbled indistinctly in the depths of the cellar, but gave no intimation
of ascending; so his master dived down to him, leaving me VIS-A-VIS the ruffianly bitch and a pair of grim shaggy sheep-dogs, who shared with her a jealous guardianship over all my movements.
With this intimation
, and with the customary messages, the letter, abruptly and confusedly, came to an end.
I did not reflect that a man who could fail in his duty to his King, his father-in-law, and his benefactor, might, without scruple, do the same to a stranger, though distinguished as his friend; and thus sanguine and unsuspecting continued my journey, still receiving intimation
from all parts to take care of myself.
In the First Part of this history we left the valiant Biscayan and the renowned Don Quixote with drawn swords uplifted, ready to deliver two such furious slashing blows that if they had fallen full and fair they would at least have split and cleft them asunder from top to toe and laid them open like a pomegranate; and at this so critical point the delightful history came to a stop and stood cut short without any intimation
from the author where what was missing was to be found.
So the chill hours wear on, and the long suspense is horribly trying to the paleface who has to live through it for the first time; but to the trained hand those ghastly calls and still ghastlier silences are but an intimation
of how the night is marching.