Vulgar words in Eugene Aram — Complete (Page 1)
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And this the tendency of the physical frame to require elsewhere support, nor to feel secure of strength, influenced perhaps her mind, and made love, and the dependence of love, more necessary to her than to the thoughtful and lofty Madeline.
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What leaps he at?--a real fly--"Damn his eyes!" growled the Corporal.
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Were the avalanche over you for a day,--I grant your state of torture,--but had an avalanche rested over you for years, and not yet fallen, you would forget that it could ever fall; you would eat, sleep, and make love, as if it were not!"
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Pursuant to this notable and conscientious determination, Bunting jogged his horse into a trot, and coming alongside of Walter, put his hand to his hat and said: "Weather warm, your honour--horses knocked up--next town far as hell!--halt a bit here--augh!"
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Men without stirrups look fine, ride bold, tire soon: men without discretion cut dash, but knock up all of a crack.
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"Damn it!" cried the Corporal quickly, and clapping his hand behind.
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then, the Colonel was a very fine gentleman, what the larned calls a my-seen-ass, wrote little songs himself, 'crossticks, you knows, your honour: once he made a play--'cause why, he lived with an actress!"
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"Damn it," said the Corporal, slowly recovering his perpendicularity, "and the way to Lunnon was as smooth as a bowling-green!"
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The gentleman eats, and talks, and swears, and jests, and plays cards and makes love, and tries to cheat, and is cheated, and his man stands behind with his eyes and ears open,--augh!"
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You would make religion only the creation of reason--as well might you make love the same--what is either, unless you let it spring also from the feelings?
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As they strolled into the village, they were met by Peter Dealtry, who was slowly riding home on a large ass which carried himself and his panniers to the neighbouring market in a more quiet and luxurious indolence of action than would the harsher motions of the equine species.