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Titel: Hints and questions for the use of candidates, lower instruction English
Auteur: Hoog, W. de
Uitgave: Dordrecht: J.P. Revers, 1890 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: Obr. 4878
URL: http://schoolmuseum.uba.uva.nl/bookid/LCSM_200870
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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ooffins (for contagious disease and death had been busy with the
living crops); when orphans cried, and distracted women shrieked
and followed in their wake — night, when some called for bread,
and some for drink to drown their cares, and some with tears, and
some with staggering feet, and some with bloodshot eyes, went
brooding home — night, which, unlike the night that Heaven sends
on earth, brought with it no peace, nor quiet, nor signs of blessed
sleep — who shall tell the terrors of the night to the young wan-
dering child!
3.
The throng of people hurried by, in two opposite streams, Avith
no symptom of cessation or exhaustion; intent upon their own
affairs; and undisturbed in their business speculations, by the roar
of carts and waggons laden with clashing wares, the slipping of
horses' feet upon the wet and greasy pavement, the rattling of the
rain on windows and umbrella-tops, the jostling of the impatient
passengers, and all the noise and tumult of a crowded street in the
high tide of its occupation : while the two poor strangers, stunned
and bewildered by the hurry they beheld but had no part in, looked
mournfully on ; feeling, amidst the crowd, a solitude which has no
parallel but in the thirst of the shipwrecked mariner, who, tost to
and fro upon the billows of a mighty ocean, his red eyes blinded by
looking on the water which hems him in on every side, has not one
drop to cool his burning tongue.
They withdrew into a low archway for shelter from the rain, and
watched the faces of those who passed, to find in one among them
a ray of encouragement or hope. Some frowned, some smiled,
some muttered to themselves, some made slight gestures, as if
anticipating the conversation in which they would shortly be enga-
ged, some wore the cunning look of bargaining and plotting, some
were anxious and eager, some slow and dull; iu some countenances,
were written gain ; iu others, loss. It was like being in the confi-
dence of all these people to stand quietly there, looking into their
faces as they flitted past. In busy places, where each man has an
object of his own, and feels assured that every other man has his,