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Inspirasi Kediri Bertutur

                              • Heeya! Ken whooped and hollered like a bullrider when he saw the Tarahumara heading backtoward him after the fifty-mile turnaround. Something strange was going on; Ken could tell by theweird look on their faces. He’d seen every single Leadville runner for the past decade, and not oneof them had ever looked so freakishly … normal. Ten straight hours of mountain running willeither knock you on your ass or plant its flag on your face, no exceptions. Even the bestultrarunners by this point are heads down and digging deep, focusing hard on the near-impossibletask of getting each foot to follow the other. But that old guy? Victoriano? Totally cool. Like hejust woke up from a nap, scratched his belly, and decided to show the kids how the big boys playthis game.
                                I could not help laughing again, at his balancing all callings and professions so equally; and I told him so.

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                                                            Chapter 1 Childhood and Early Education
                                                            Miss Horatia Rattleton.
                                                            Mr Springer's eyes looked deader than ever. He said pompously, 'I am still giving the matter my full consideration. Pray consult my colleagues while I deliberate.'
                                                            'Well, it was rather a surprise. But a very pleasant one. It's going to be difficult getting all your names right.' He lowered his voice conspiratorially. 'Be an angel and run through the field, so to speak.'

                                                             

                                                            I tried to ascertain whether Mr. Dick had any understanding of the causes of this sudden and great change in my aunt's affairs. As I might have expected, he had none at all. The only account he could give of it was, that my aunt had said to him, the day before yesterday, 'Now, Dick, are you really and truly the philosopher I take you for?' That then he had said, Yes, he hoped so. That then my aunt had said, 'Dick, I am ruined.' That then he had said, 'Oh, indeed!' That then my aunt had praised him highly, which he was glad of. And that then they had come to me, and had had bottled porter and sandwiches on the road.
                                                            'I want you.'

                                                            鈥業 must give you good news. Another sheaf laid, by God鈥檚 grace, on our Mission Plough. A nice gentlemanly young Brahmin from that school, K. K., openly received Baptism in the large Church last Sunday. As notice had been given to his family, there was such a tamasha as I had never seen in Batala before. Crowds gathered behind the extempore barricade to divide off the heathen in the Church鈥攍ine above line of turbaned heads; and the doors were thronged. Without exaggeration, there must have been at least 200 people, besides us Christians. R. C., K. B., and A. B. (all converts) made very dashing daring extempore policemen to keep the Hindus from swarming in. The font was very near the sort of barricade; so our young candidate had to face the crowd,鈥攁mongst them one or two angry members of his family,鈥攁t the distance of only about two yards; but he bore himself like a hero, giving all his answers in a clear distinct tone. The most exciting part was getting our lad out of the church and safe off! The Hindus tried to stop and make the horse back; our boys pushed on behind with energy; and at last the tum-tum was off and away. I would not have missed the scene for something.鈥橖br>


                                                                                                                  • 'For stubbornness won't do here,' said his sister 'What it wants is, to be crushed. And crushed it must be. Shall be, too!'

                                                                                                                                              • 'Mama!' said Mrs. Strong.

                                                                                                                                                                          • Quarrel interrupted his thoughts. "Cap'n," he said apologetically, "beggin' yo pardon, but kin yo tell me what yo have in mind for we? I'se bin puzzlin' an' Ah caint seem to figger bout yo game."

                                                                                                                                                                                                      • The lift doors sighed open and Bond got in. The liftman could smell the cordite on him. They always smelled like that when they came up from the shooting gallery. He liked it. It reminded him of the Army. He pressed the button for the eighth and rested the stump of his left arm against the control handle.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              • iv. The Destruction of Tibet