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Doone's pearl pin, old Tingle's 'Stones of Venice, and one other little parcel wrapped in tissue-paper four ties of varying shades of green, red, and blue, hand-knitted in silk a present of how many hours made short by the thought that he would wear the produce of that clicking. He did not fail in outer gratitude, but did he realize what had been knitted into those ties? Not then.
'Look at Lorna Doone's, said I; 'and you would never look again at Sally's. 'Oh Lorna Doone. Lorna Doone! exclaimed our Annie half-frightened, yet clapping her hands with triumph, at having found me out so: 'Lorna Doone is the lovely maiden, who has stolen poor somebody's heart so. Ah, I shall remember it; because it is so queer a name. But stop, I had better write it down.
Then he lowered the hand from beneath which he had peered and faced about with a sigh. "I guess it ain't much good trying that way. But I got to get to Stillwater inside of three hours." "They's one hoss in town can get you there," said the old man. "But you can't get that hoss today." The stranger groaned. "Then I'll make another hoss stretch out and do." "Can't be done. Doone's hoss is a marvel.
"Lefty?" asked the girl, aghast. "Lefty himself," said John Mark. "You see how much I respect Ronicky Doone's fighting properties? Yes, Lefty himself, the great, the infallible Lefty!" She turned her back on the white road which led from the village and faced the sea. "If we are down here long enough," he said, "I'll have a little wharf built inside that cove. You see?
In this there was no creeping neither crawling treachery; for all was done with sliding; and yet I was so out of training for being charged by other people beyond mine own conscience, that Carver Doone's harsh words came on me, like prickly spinach sown with raking. Therefore I replied, and said,
In this there was no creeping neither crawling treachery; for all was done with sliding; and yet I was so out of training for being charged by other people beyond mine own conscience, that Carver Doone's harsh words came on me, like prickly spinach sown with raking. Therefore I replied, and said,
'Don, for he could never say 'John' 'oh, Don, I am so glad that nasty naughty man is gone away. Take me home, Don. Take me home. It has been said of the wicked, 'not even their own children love them. And I could easily believe that Carver Doone's cold-hearted ways had scared from him even his favorite child. No man would I call truly wicked, unless his heart be cold.
"Look at Lorna Doone's," said I; "and you would never look again at Sally's." "Oh Lorna Doone. Lorna Doone!" exclaimed our Annie half-frightened, yet clapping her hands with triumph, at having found me out so: "Lorna Doone is the lovely maiden, who has stolen poor somebody's heart so. Ah, I shall remember it; because it is so queer a name. But stop, I had better write it down.
That, then, was the shot she had heard a long-range chance shot when he saw what was happening on top of the hill. So swift was Doone's coming that, by the time she had reached her feet again, he was beside her, and they leaned over John Mark together. As they did so Mark's eyes opened, then they closed again, as if with pain. When he looked again his sight was clear.
"It will mean everything, but it's too late to turn back now. Besides, in your heart of hearts, you don't want to turn back, you know!" Quickly he passed into the room and hurried to the bed of Bill Gregg. Under the biting grip of Doone's hand Bill Gregg writhed to a sitting posture, with a groan. Still he was in the throes of his dream and only half awakened. "I've lost her," he whispered.
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