For what man has sought for is, indeed, neither
pain nor pleasure, but simply Life.
And for some reason -- perhaps because Woggle-Bugs have stronger stomachs than boys -- the silver pellet caused it no pain whatever.
But Just then the boy began to suffer such fearful pains that he became alarmed.
Wilton Davis's temper was short and his hand heavy throughout the rehearsal, as the shrill yelps of pain from the lagging and stupid attested.
The shock and hurt of it made him break off and yelp an involuntary cry of pain.
In spite of his defiance his heart sunk when he saw Rose again, for the
pain was worse, and the bath and blankets, the warming-pan and piping-hot sage tea, were all in vain.
Both the community of property and the community of families, as I am saying, tend to make them more truly guardians; they will not tear the city in pieces by differing about `mine' and `not mine;' each man dragging any acquisition which he has made into a separate house of his own, where he has a separate wife and children and private pleasures and
pains; but all will be affected as far as may be by the same pleasures and
pains because they are all of one opinion about what is near and dear to them, and therefore they all tend towards a common end.
The next letter brought intelligence that the malady was fast increasing; and the poor sufferer's horror of death was still more distressing than his impatience of bodily
pain.
I was not sniffling, though my face might well have been drawn and twitching from the
pain.
My past burst its tomb, many
pains buried alive woke up--: fully slept had they merely, concealed in corpse-clothes.
It was a most distressing cry," he observed doubtfully, "a cry of fear as well as of
pain.
Wohlgemuth, "On the feelings and their neural correlate, with an examination of the nature of
pain," "British Journal of Psychology," viii, 4.
The worst bitterness of parting--the thought that urged the sharpest inward cry for help--was the
pain it must give to
Meanwhile, Holgrave took some
pains to establish an intercourse with Clifford, actuated, it might seem, entirely by an impulse of kindliness, in order that the present hour might be cheerfuller than most which the poor recluse had spent, or was destined yet to spend.
When I devised this story, I foresaw the likelihood that a class of readers and commentators would suppose that I was at great
pains to conceal exactly what I was at great
pains to suggest: namely, that Mr John Harmon was not slain, and that Mr John Rokesmith was he.
