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Poor Ferko ate up the scrap of bread they had left him and wept bitterly, but no one heard him or came to his help.
Andres seized his bread and cheese, and seeing that nobody gave him anything more, bent his head, and took hold of the road, as the saying is.
The suitors applauded the bard, whereon Minerva went up to Ulysses and prompted him to beg pieces of bread from each one of the suitors, that he might see what kind of people they were, and tell the good from the bad; but come what might she was not going to save a single one of them.
After a brief discussion, in which we both of us expressed our resolution of not descending into the bay until the ship's departure, I suggested to my companion that little of it as there was, we should divide the bread into six equal portions, each of which should be a day's allowance for both of us.
Their piece of bread was given to them, but it was still smaller than the time before.
shouted a bread pudding, shaking its fist at the Yellow Hen.
Nothing grows in our yard but the bread tree," he mused, "and there are only two more loaves on that tree; and they're not ripe yet.
I know that in giving me bad bread you think you do me harm.
She was there and smelt it, but never did a thing, for she said, when I undertook to bake bread I must give my whole mind to it.
But granma wasent afraid to stay alone and she knew how to bake the bread so she made her ma go and her Aunt Hannah took off the handsome gold locket and chain she was waring round her neck and hung it on granmas and told her she could ware it all day.
Hatta looked round and nodded, and went on with his bread and butter.
He ran about the room, dug in all the boxes and drawers, and even looked under the bed in search of a piece of bread, hard though it might be, or a cookie, or perhaps a bit of fish.
Bread," replied Zarathustra, laughing when he spake, "it is precisely bread that anchorites have not.
I--I'm afraid you'll have ter have bread and milk in the kitchen with me.
As they were walking back over the cut grass, the old man called Levin's attention to the little girls and boys who were coming from different directions, hardly visible through the long grass, and along the road towards the mowers, carrying sacks of bread dragging at their little hands and pitchers of the sour rye-beer, with cloths wrapped round them.