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And as we're making twelve or fifteen thousand a year out of our freighting, it seems to me too good a business to let slip into other hands." "I suppose so," agreed Orde, a trifle helplessly. "Therefore I had to act without you," Newmark finished. "I knew you'd agree. That's right: isn't it?" he insisted. "Yes, that's right," agreed Orde drearily.
When she nodded he said bitterly, "Famine conditions already?" When she nodded again he said drearily, "And of course famine is the great-grandfather of health problems! And that's right in my lap with all the rest!" He stood up. Then he sat down again. "I'm tired!" he said flatly. "I'd like to get some sleep. Would you mind taking a book or something and going into the other cabin?
And again it was by her difference, her helplessness, that she had him. He too smiled drearily. "You don't suppose I really could have left you?" He saw that it was impossible, unthinkable, that he should leave her. He rose. She went with him to the door. She thought of something there. "Steven," she said, "don't worry about to-night. It was all my fault." "You you," he murmured.
"What did my Uncle Deane say, Tom?" said Maggie, putting her arm through Tom's as he was warming himself rather drearily by the kitchen fire. "Did he say he would give you a situation?" "No, he didn't say that. He didn't quite promise me anything; he seemed to think I couldn't have a very good situation. I'm too young." "But didn't he speak kindly, Tom?" "Kindly?
Walking along a narrow muddy causeway by a little river overhung with willows, girls ahead of her in single file and girls in single file behind, Miriam drearily recognised that it was June. The month of roses, she thought, and looked out across the flat green fields. It was not easy to walk along the slippery pathway.
Failing in both, she rose and went away, and in her place came Christian Garth, relieved from the helm, and stood a moment beside me. "Don't be down-hearted, young gal, an' wait for me. Ef the Lord lets me, I will save you, and the old lady, too; that is, ef she is your aunt or mother or near of kin." I shook my head drearily. "You have no hope, then, Mr. Garth?"
"If thou canst perceive the answer to that, lad, thou hast sharper sight than I. God knoweth. But what He doth, we know not now. Passing that word, none other response cometh unto us from Him unto whose eyes alone is present the eternal future." "Must we then never know it?" asked Bertram drearily. "But what is it to sue the Lamb?" replied Bertram almost impatiently.
Alex's condemnation was the last straw. As she went drearily up the stairway, Charlotte's thoughts turned with a great longing to her guardian and the quiet house in Philadelphia. He did perhaps care a little for her. He had sent her here because he thought it best, but it had turned out a terrible mistake. She would write to-night and tell him so.
The country beyond this village was not unpleasant to the eye, with its vineyards on the slopes and its green pasturage in the valleys, but the hours went by drearily as I tramped upon the long road.
Felix finally lowered the violin, and came back to old Abel's kitchen with a long sigh. Old Abel smiled drearily at him the smile of a man who has been in the hands of the tormentors. "It's awful the way you play it's awful," he said with a shudder.
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