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And with that ceaseless torrent of bright sparks, flowing slowly downward with the stubborn persistence of a stream which has overflowed its banks and can be stopped by nothing, there came as it were an aurora, a growing, invading mass of light, which would at last spread its glory over the whole horizon. "Look, look, Pierre!" cried Marie, in an access of childish joy.

"He is a gentleman," said the lad, sullenly. "A Prince!" she cried, musically. "What more do you want?" "He wants to enslave you." "I shudder at the thought of being free." "I want you to beware of him." "To see him is to worship him, to know him is to trust him." "Sibyl, you are mad about him." She laughed, and took his arm. "You dear old Jim, you talk as if you were a hundred.

"It isn't worth mentioning a year ago to-day we might celebrate the anniversary of our wedding to-day." "The anniversary of our wedding-day!" he cried, striking his hands loudly together. "Yes, this is the seventeenth of April, and I have forgotten it." He drew her tenderly towards him, but just at that moment the door opened, and Adrian ushered the baron into the room.

On Sundays he put on a long black coat, and became a Rounder, or Methodist local-preacher, walking sometimes twenty miles there and back to terrify the inhabitants of outlying hamlets about their future state. "Woman!" cried William Geake, "Down 'pon your knees an' pray God the roof don't fall on 'ee for your vile words."

Then truly the feminine soul of this woman leapt to the surface with no more ado. "Oh, my God, Harry!" she cried out. "I care not for my grandmother, nor my sister, nor the king, nor Nathaniel Bacon, nor aught, nor aught I fear, I fear Oh, I fear lest thou be killed, Harry!"

"Oh, you don't know how happy I am to see you standing here once more, safe and sound, and and amiable. I expected you to glower and growl and " "On a bright, glorious, sunshiny morning like this?" I cried. "Never! I prefer to be graciously refulgent. Our troubles are behind us." "How good you are." After a moment's careful, scrutiny of my face: "I can see the traces of very black thoughts, Mr.

"It is useless," replied Jacques Ferrand, who sometimes chose rather to wound his feelings by his own words than to submit in silence to the ironical praises of his tormentor. "Here is the fact, M. l'Abbe. I have thought that it would be more modest more Christian-like, that this establishment should not be instituted in my name." "But this humility is overstrained," cried the abbe.

"I know whar it be," said Byers. Birt gazed at him astounded. "Whar?" he cried eagerly. "Whar ye hid it," returned Byers coolly. Birt's lips moved with difficulty as he huskily ejaculated "I never hid it I never!" "Ye needn't deny it. I ez good ez seen ye hide it." Birt looked dazed for a moment. Then the blood rushed to his face and as suddenly receded, leaving it pale and rigid.

"That's the sort of thing that hurts a whole city." "So does an epidemic if it gets a fair start," suggested Ellis. "Epidemic! Epidemic!" cried the Doctor. "Ten years ago they started a scare about smallpox in those same Rookeries. The smallpox didn't amount to shucks. But look what the sensationalism did to us. It choked off Old Home Week, and lost us hundreds of thousands of dollars."

At the end of another fortnight, however, everybody admitted that Sally seemed enough like herself to be permitted the mild dissipation of a tent party, and she proceeded joyfully to plan for the occasion. "Alec and Bob will have to sleep outside," she decided. "Thank you, not for me!" said Alec. "Oh, don't go and be a spoil-sport now, Al!" cried Bob.