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He sought to return it, but the sight of such emotion, trifling as it was, caused his heart to sink with indescribable fear; his lip quivered, as utterly to prevent the words he sought to speak, and as he clasped her to his bosom and bent his head on hers, a low yet instantly suppressed moan burst from him. "Nigel, dearest Nigel, what has chanced?
It was a mighty pretty evening; full of flower-smells and breezes from the woods, which began just across the village street. Joe sat in a sort of doubled-up fashion he had, his thin hands clasped like a strap round his knees. She sat straight and trim, both of them looking out toward where the twilight was fading.
The window was some distance from the fire, but as she sat down Margaret Elizabeth loosened her furs as if she felt its heat. The Candy Man waited, uncertain what course he should pursue. "Please sit down, Mr. Reynolds. I should like to talk to you, now the opportunity has so unexpectedly offered." She regarded him still seriously, her hands clasped within her large muff.
Without answering I reached up and clasped his hand; it was the hand which held his whip, and I noticed how tightly he gripped the handle, and wondered. "Sir Richard," said I at last, "wherever I go I shall treasure the recollection of this moment, but " "But, Peter?" "But, sir " "Oh, dammit!" he exclaimed, and set spurs to his mare.
A long sweep on the right foot, a long sweep on the left, round and round, with arms folded or clasped behind him. Not a trip, not a stumble, not a momentary struggle to retain the balance. It was splendid! Then at last he began with the circles which he was so anxious to perfect himself in.
Now she even succeeded in moving her lips, and the man, who still held her little burning hand clasped in his first heard his own name very faintly uttered; then her parched lips almost inaudibly repeated the exclamation: "Too late!" and again, "Too late!" The next instant she pressed her left hand upon her panting breast.
Leslie's nibble had been the first suggestion of possible luck. Just as she was cautiously beginning to reel in her line a pair of hands was clasped over her eyes, and a gay voice laughed "Guess who!" "Eileen!" cried Leslie, joyfully, forgetting all about her nibble. "Oh, but it's good to see you! We've missed you so since you left. Where did you come from?"
There was the same opulence of lace and ornament, and, whether by accident or design, clasped around the slight wrist of her extended hand was a bracelet which he remembered had swept away the last dregs of his fortune. He took her hand mechanically, yet knowing whatever rage was in his heart he had not the strength to refuse it. "They told me it was Mrs. Merrydew," he stammered.
"Maddalena," he said, letting the oars drift in the water, "there's only one good thing in the world, and that is to be free in a life that is natural to one." He drew up his feet onto the wooden bench and clasped his hands round his knees, and sat thus, looking at her while she faced him in the stern of the boat. He had not turned the boat round.
"God," he prayed, "please put out this fire and save my mamma from burning!" The small hands loosened and the lips parted to hear the first diminution in the growl of the flame. But it roared on. "God!" The hands were clasped again, the voice vibrant with pleading. "God, please put out the fire! Please put it out!" Silence again within, but without only the steady roaring crackle.
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