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"Yes, Nance had." "I truly sympathise with you; he was a fine child." "Yes, he is a beautiful child," said Valmai. "I am sorry to wound your feelings, but what day would you wish him to be buried?" "Oh, any day; it makes no difference now." "To-day is Friday. Shall we say Monday, then?" "Yes, Monday will do. At what time?" said Valmai. "At four o'clock." Nance was crying silently. "Mrs.
The prisoners secured, the dead on both sides buried and the story of the capture and rescue briefly told, arrangements were made for returning to civilization. The raid of the Yaquis was over, and so severe was the lesson taught them that it was many years before another trick like that was tried.
I'll just go to the dogs. If you really care?" "Care!" she said softly. And as he buried his head in her lap she stroked his hair softly. Her eyes, triumphant, surveyed the long room, with its satin-paneled walls, its French furniture, its long narrow gilt-framed mirrors softening the angles of the four corners. Some day all this would be hers.
The chief consolation of the vanquished in that struggle was, that they had wrung even from their adversaries the reputation of being "one of the most warlike of nations" that they "buried the synagogue with honour." From the date of the treaty of Limerick, William was acknowledged by all but the extreme Jacobites, at least de facto King of Ireland.
Shelley, were buried in Rome, in the new Protestant Cemetery. The corpse of Shelley's beloved son William had, in 1819, been interred hard by, and in 1821 that of Keats, in the old Cemetery a space of ground which had, by 1822, been finally closed.
He bowed low and left the room. Pamela took up an evening paper and for a few minutes buried herself in its contents. Then suddenly she held it away from her and listened. A queer and unaccountable impulse inspired her with a certain mistrust. There was no sound of movement in the adjoining bedchamber, nor any sign of her brother's presence. She opened the door and peered in.
I couldn't possibly refuse, for she isn't allowed to be excited, but I twisted my chair as far away as I dared, humped up my shoulders and buried myself in my book. Jim knew I would do my best for him, but it's disgusting how difficult it is to fix your attention on one thing, and close your ears to something still more interesting.
The holy standard-bearer of the Lord was accustomed to stop at the head-stone of every Christian who was buried outside of a burial-place, there to erect a cross; for he knew that in that country, then only lately converted unto the faith, all the dead, by reason of the fewness of the churches, could not be buried in consecrated ground; and therefore the good pastor wished by that blessed token to distinguish the sheep from the goats namely, the Christians that were buried from the pagans.
But what we say between ourselves is buried, and I can tell you that vice has quite spoiled my old friend. We must believe that we love one another a great deal, dear comrade, for we both had the same thought at the same time.
Pierre laid his hand upon Gaspard's shoulder as they travelled out into the morning, and said: "My friend, I understand. Your secret is safe with me; you shall take me to the place where the gold is buried, but it shall wait there until the time is ripe. What is gold to me? Nothing. To find gold that is the trick of any fool. To win it or to earn it is the only game.
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