joylessness

joylessness

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more! Dear as a parent, with a parent's care To fight our wars he left his native air. This death deplored, to Hector's rage we owe; Revenge, revenge it on the cruel foe. Where are those darts on which the fates attend? And where the bow which Phoebus taught to bend?" Impatient Teucer, hastening to his aid, Before the chief his ample bow display'd; The well-stored quiver on his shoulders hung: Then hiss'd his arrow, and the bowstring sung. Clytus, Pisenor's son, renown'd

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it out loud and cried over it.  It give the dwelling-house and three thousand dollars, gold, to the girls; and it give the tanyard (which was doing a good business), along with some other houses and land (worth about seven thousand), and three thousand dollars in gold to Harvey and William, and told where the six thousand cash was hid down cellar.  So these two frauds said they'd go and fetch it up, and have everything square and above-board; and told me to come with a candle.  We shut the cellar door behind us, and when they found the bag they spilt it out on the floor, and it was a lovely sight, all them yaller-boys.  My, the way the king's eyes did shine!  He slaps the duke on the shoulder and says: “Oh, _this_ ain't bully nor noth'n!  Oh, no, I reckon not!  Why, _bully_, it beats the Nonesuch, _don't_ it?” The duke allowed it did.  They pawed the yaller-boys, and sifted them through their fingers and let them jingle down on the floor; and the king says: “It ain't no use talkin'; bein' brothers to a rich dead man and representatives of furrin heirs that's got left is the line for you and me, Bilge.  Thish yer comes of trust'n to Providence.  It's the best way, in the long run.  I've tried 'em all, and ther' ain't no better way.” Most everybody would a been satisfied with the pile, and took it on trust; but no, they must count it.  So they counts it, and it comes out four hundred and fifteen dollars short.  Says the king: “Dern him, I wonder what he done with that four hundred and fifteen dollars?” They worried over that awhile, and ransacked all around for it.  Then the duke says: “Well, he was a pretty sick man, and likely he made a mistake--I reckon that's the way of it.  The best way's to let it go, and keep still about it.  We can spare it.” “Oh, shucks, yes, we can _spare_ it.  I don't k'yer noth'n 'bout that--it's the _count_ I'm thinkin' about.  We want to be awful square and open and above-board here, you know.  We want to lug this h-yer money up