But there was an unconscious emphasis on the last word, and a wistful look in the eyes that never lost their childlike candor, which chilled Jo's heart for a minute with a forboding fear, and decided her to make her little venture
Such is the case now, after so many ancient prejudices have been overthrown; and it was far more so in ante-Revolutionary days, when the aristocracy could venture
to be proud, and the low were content to be abased.
Now, I venture
to say, your niggers would be quite chop-fallen in a place where some of your plantation niggers would be singing and whooping like all possessed.
This was a telegraph and a telephone; our first venture
in this line.
By God, gentlemen," said Don Quixote, "so many strange things have happened to me in this castle on the two occasions on which I have sojourned in it, that I will not venture
to assert anything positively in reply to any question touching anything it contains; for it is my belief that everything that goes on within it goes by enchantment.
There were too many English or French steamers of the line of Suez to Bombay, Calcutta to Melbourne, and from Bourbon to the Mauritius, furrowing this narrow passage, for the Nautilus to venture
to show itself.
In its habits it resembles the goat, frequenting the rudest precipices; cropping the herbage from their edges; and like the chamois, bounding lightly and securely among dizzy heights, where the hunter dares not venture
A sharp spear," runs the Kukuana saying, "needs no polish"; and on the same principle I venture
to hope that a true story, however strange it may be, does not require to be decked out in fine words.
They could not get down to the coast, nor dared they venture
too far inland for fear of the wild bushmen.
, therefore, to propose that a small bell be procured, and attached by a ribbon round the neck of the Cat.
AS a preface is the only place where an author can with propriety explain a purpose or apologize for shortcomings, I venture
to avail myself of the privilege to make a statement for the benefit of my readers.
There's a difference, certainly, between your whelps and mine, but I venture
to flatter myself that it is not due altogether to the mothers.