 I gave in and lay quiet, and got my breath again, my eyes glaring and straining at the candle all the time. While I was staring at it, the notion struck me of trying to blow out the flame by pumping a long breath at it suddenly through my nostrils. It...  Miss Or Mrs.? and Other Stories in Outline - Página 250por Wilkie Collins - 1873 - 325 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Charles Dickens - 1861 - 482 páginas
...nose — and that is but a poor vent when a man is straining his strength as far as ever it will go. I gave in, and lay quiet, and got my breath again...through my nostrils. It was too high above me, and too far away from me, to be reached in that fashion. I tried, and tried, and tried — and then I gave... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1861 - 260 páginas
...nose — and that is but a poor vent when a man is straining his strength as far as ever it will go. I gave in, and lay quiet, and got my breath again...through my nostrils. It was too high above me, and too far away from me, to be reached in that fashion. I tried, and tried, and tried — and then I gave... | |
 | Wilkie Collins - 1872 - 140 páginas
...nose — and that is but a poor vent when a man is straining his strength as far as ever it will go. While I was staring at it, the notion struck me of...through my nostrils. It was too high above me, and too far away from me, to be reached in that fashion. I tried, and tried, and triad — and then I gave... | |
 | Wilkie Collins - 2006 - 340 páginas
...nose - and that is but a poor vent when a man is straining his strength as far as ever it will go. I gave in and lay quiet, and got my breath again,...through my nostrils. It was too high above me, and too far away from me, to be reached in that fashion. I tried, and tried, and tried; and then I gave in... | |
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