from bad to worse

Terrorism is bad news anywhere, but especially rough on Odessa, where the city motto seems to be “make love, not war.”

Each day she resolved, "To-morrow I will tell Felipe;" and when to-morrow came, she put it off again.

All the operations of her brain related themselves somehow to to-morrow afternoon.

"Buy something for your wife that-is-to-be," he said to his grand-nephew, as he handed him the folded paper.

Something remote and ancient stirred in her, something that was not of herself To-day, something half primitive, half barbaric.

To-day I'm more dead than alive, as we had a lesson from him yesterday that lasted four hours.