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A little emblem of true love--a little ring that symbolised unending and unmercenary affection--was the cause of our Richard finding his happiness.

Indirect tactics, efficiently applied, are inexhaustible as Heaven and Earth, unending as the flow of rivers and streams; like the sun and moon, they end but to begin anew; like the four seasons, they pass away to return once more.

In the cabin of Alexander Paulvitch the thing within the black box ticked, ticked, ticked, with apparently unending monotony; but yet, second by second, a little arm which protruded from the periphery of one of its wheels came nearer and nearer to another little arm which projected from the hand which Paulvitch had set at a certain point upon the dial beside the clockwork.

The women and children of a man's retinue may be likened to a military unit for which he is responsible in various ways, as in matters of instruction, discipline, sustenance, and the exigencies of their continual roamings and their unending strife with other communities and with the red Martians.

Then burst forth the unending argument between the believers and the unbelievers in the societies of the wise and the scientific journals.

Then the first pangs of an unending torture seized upon his heart.

They were both shadows, and this was the unending limbo of toil.

I was married to a rare soul, or a fool, who never bored me and who was always a source of new and unending surprise and delight.

And there are shining gates and an immoveable threshold of bronze having unending roots and it is grown of itself (25).

It came to him curiously that it was his destiny ever to stand on this high place, looking down on unending hordes of black trouble that required control, bullying, and cajolery.

But the result of all this was a beautiful and unending family quarrel, in which I was the bone of contention.

So he and his three companions, with dogs, and sleds, and snowshoes, toiled up the frozen breast of the Stewart, toiled on and on through the white wilderness where the unending stillness was never broken by the voices of men, the stroke of an ax, or the distant crack of a rifle.