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Every word she spoke betrayed the utter selfishness of her soul, and yet her father listened with a fixed smile of delight on his face. "And why do you love him?" asked he. "Because because," stammered the girl, "first, because he is himself; and then, well, I can't say, but I do love him." Her accents betrayed such depth of passion that the father uttered a groan of anguish.
Clarice met him with a sweet smile. "I felt very sure that you had not willingly deserted us," she answered, when, in an agitated voice, Manley told her of the anguish of his mind at finding himself a prisoner in the hands of the Indians, leaving her unprotected in the forest.
"The true and simple answer to these questions would disclose an amount of suffering and anguish, mental and physical, such as might not have been found in the ranks of the armies not even in the severest trial of that fortitude which never faltered, and that power of endurance which seemed to know no limit. All this no man feels more deeply than I do.
A few days after his father's momentous interview with Andrew, he was roused to fresh anguish by the junior partner's departure to spend a week-end at Berstoun Castle, and his state of mind now became so unbearable that he abruptly announced to his sister "I can't stick this any longer! I'm going up to town." "What for?" she asked. "For a bust," he answered desperately.
Stoddard, and though it is hard for her to bear these bitter pains, tell her to try to trust the Lord of our beloved brother. Peace be to you, HANEK. The next is written by a graduate, who was then on a visit at the Seminary: JANUARY 3d, 1857. I cannot tell you what great anxiety and anguish I have for Mr. Stoddard.
They seemed mere youths, and I thought sadly of the mothers, whose hearts would throb with equal anguish in a Northern and a Southern home. In a corner of the field, supported by a pile of broken fence-rails, a soldier sat apparently beckoning to us. On approaching him we discovered that he was quite dead, although he sat upright, with open eyes and extended arm.
The anguish and fond worship in his face wrung her heart. She started from him and then, returning, held out her arms, while she cried with a pitiful gasp, almost as of a sob in her throat: "Yes take me and kiss me kiss me until I don't feel! I mean until I feel Henry, you said you would make me forget!"
By this time her vengeance must have fallen, and Sonia, learning the full extent of her punishment, must now be writhing under a second humiliation and disappointment. He did not care to see her anguish, but he did care to hear of the new effort that would undoubtedly be made to find the lost husband. Curran would know. He met him that afternoon on the street near his own house.
After this there was something in the mutual look of the two, though their words had been private, which did not tend to remove the anguish of fragile Picotee.
"Of a truth, lady, I have long forgotten my father's house, for I have suffered such pain and anguish since I departed, that I would rather die than live. But this you may know, that I even the man who speaks to you was once the Count of Ponthieu." The lady hearkened to this, but yet she made no sign. She went from the Count, and coming to the Soudan, said,
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