I had read that the cafe where we were sitting was one of the most
terrible places in Paris,--the Cafe d'Harcourt, where the students of the Latin Quarter take their nice little domestic mistresses to supper.
Everything is mysterious and
terrible here, and Erik will soon have gone quite mad, and you are in the torture-chamber
But instead of embracing them he began to weep so bitterly that they soon guessed that something
terrible was the matter.
By this time my mind was made up that the diary of a doctor who attended Lucy might have something to add to the sum of our knowledge of that
terrible Being, and I said boldly, "Then, Dr.
The second lieutenant loaded the blunder busses, which could throw harpoons to the distance of a mile, and long duck-guns, with explosive bullets, which inflicted mortal wounds even to the most
terrible animals.
Fogg," resumed Aouda, "not content with rescuing me from a
terrible death, you thought yourself bound to secure my comfort in a foreign land?
Those who have escaped the dark and
terrible aspects of life will find my brutality, my flash of rage in our final tragedy, easy enough to blame; for they know what is wrong as well as any, but not what is possible to tortured men.
Now, the best tragedies are founded on the story of a few houses, on the fortunes of Alcmaeon, Oedipus, Orestes, Meleager, Thyestes, Telephus, and those others who have done or suffered something
terrible.
replied d'Avrigny, in a voice
terrible in its solemn calm.
But his ears were duller than those of his daughter; he could hear nothing more
terrible than the sound of a summer breeze, sighing among the tops of the elm-trees.
It is worthy the observing, that there is no passion in the mind of man, so weak, but it mates, and masters, the fear of death; and therefore, death is no such
terrible enemy, when a man hath so many attendants about him, that can win the combat of him.
He is powerful and
terrible, and if you come on an idle or foolish errand to bother the wise reflections of the Great Wizard, he might be angry and destroy you all in an instant.
Terrible have been the calamities that have befallen your great-grandsire's mighty nation since the fatal day that saw you leave our midst.
After he has gotten himself up regardless of expense, in showy, baggy trowsers, yellow, pointed slippers, fiery fez, silken jacket of blue, voluminous waist-sash of fancy Persian stuff filled with a battery of silver-mounted horse-pistols, and has strapped on his
terrible scimitar, he considers it an unspeakable humiliation to be called Ferguson.
I know something is going to happen, something
terrible, and I can do nothing to stop it.
