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"I accept the responsibility; and I thank you for giving me this opportunity to show you how deeply I feel indebted to you." "That is square enough. Well, now my mind is at ease about that, I'll tell you what I'll do; I won't take you quite to Raby Hall; but I'll take you so near to it, you can't miss it; and then I'll go back to my work."
He was keeping quiet out there—resting. Presently he sighed deeply; then in a harsh melancholy tone he started again. “My love, my soul, my life, do speak to me. What am I that you should take so much trouble to pretend that you aren’t there?
How did you like Eden? Martin said what he thought of that part of the country, in pretty strong terms. 'It is strange, said Pogram, looking round upon the group, 'this hatred of our country, and her Institutions! This national antipathy is deeply rooted in the British mind! 'Good Heaven, sir, cried Martin.
The secutor was barely scratched, but his blood trickled down his shin-guard and he was limping. Then, all in a flash, the retiarius pirouetted too rashly, slipped on ton the sand, fell sprawling, failed to rise in time, and was slashed deeply all down one calf.
He had caught a glance of burning intensity from the dark brown eyes of the lady a la Houbigant, which set every nerve in his body tingling. It was a challenge to a companionship, and, as he led on the triumphant Anstruther, he deeply regretted the absence of that most necessary organ, an eye in the back of the head.
But lie who knows nothing, and cares less, about theatres and their sham glories, and sees for the first time in his life the eternal snows of which he has read since childhood, draws his breath deeply, and stands astounded, whispering to himself that God is great. One hint more, ere we pass on from Pau.
And she was angry with herself, and ashamed, when she reflected how deeply into her life he had entered; angry with him too, in a way, that he had gained this admittance with apparently no effort. She reflected too, that while she had so freely opened the door to him, and had admitted him with a confidence wholly inexcusable, he had in no way returned that confidence.
"Why can't you trim it when you see it runnin' up that way?" she demanded querulously, poking at the lopsided and deeply charred wick with a sliver obtained from the side of the wood-box.
Oh, please play me that movement again, the one Rubinstein called 'the night wind sweeping over the churchyard graves." Constantia blushed so deeply that he knew he had offended her. She had for him something of the pathos of old dance music its stately sweetness, its measured rhythms.
"No, madam!" replied he, sighing as deeply as herself: but with his thoughts far from her and the object of their discourse; "I have no place in my heart to give to love. Besides, the quality in which I appear at Lady Dundas's would preclude the vainest man alive from supposing that such notice from any lady there to him could be possible.
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