cleaning up so well (jones_casey) wrote,
cleaning up so well
jones_casey

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insensibly the painter was led into confidences, and confessed his love.

she had put him on the grass to cool him and went away only for a second; when she returned, she found no parrot! she hunted among the bushes, on the bank of the river, and on the roofs, without paying any attention to madame aubain who screamed at her: "take care! you must be insane!" then she searched every garden in pont-l'eveque and stopped the passers-by to inquire of them: "haven't you perhaps seen my parrot?" to those who had never seen the parrot, she described him minutely.

there is no longer any room for hope.

if we wish to be free-- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained -- we must fight! -- i repeat, sir, we must fight!

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