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All at once I felt a hot breath on my cheek, and then Bob Hampton's lips close to my ear. "They're a-getting a whole jorum o' things, my lad, as won't be much use to 'em. I'd rather have a cask o' fresh water than one o' them boat-loads o' odds and ends."
I brought my head closer to her own, and, while inhaling the perfume of her hair, whispered in her ear: "I love you, my dear child; I love you, little wife; don't you think that I do?" She turned toward me her eyes, moistened with tears, and said in a voice broken by emotion and so soft, so low, so tender, that it penetrated to the marrow of my bones: "I love you, too. But let me sleep!"
Denied the use of his eyes as a guide to the form of his later verse, he must have repeated aloud these groups of lines and changed them until their cadence satisfied his remarkably musical ear. Lines like these show the melody of which this verse is capable: "Heaven opened wide Her ever-during gates, harmonious sound On golden hinges moving."
"Sure I can, and it will make your hair curl." Then suddenly there was a sort of dramatic pause and then an outburst. "He's dead." "Who is dead?" Sperry asked, with his voice drawn a trifle thin. "A bullet just above the ear. That's a bad place. Thank goodness there's not much blood. Cold water will take it out of the carpet. Not hot. Not hot. Do you want to set the stain?"
"Antoine" wanted to go beyond the barrier and touch it, which was mean of him, I think. Presently a villainous-looking old hag, who was exhibiting the creature, came over, and whispered in "Antoine's" ear.
"He says you promised him half of ze proceeds when ze diamonds were sold, and that now you are trying to do him out of it He says he's sick of ze whole thing and will squeal to ze police unless you do ze right thing." Straining every nerve to hear, Steell glued his ear to the door. Keralio burst out fiercely: "Squeal, will he, the dog?
Swish clash! the blows came faster; her ear could no longer separate them. The thud of the falling axes became one continuous pound. Faster and faster, heavier and heavier, they blended into a discordant roar that closed around her like a wall.
Ottilie A. (Ottilia Adelina) Liljencrantz - The Ward of King Canute; a romance of the Danish conquest
"Aren't you ashamed to take the last money from a poor retired almost-head-officer? Why have you hidden them here?" And, having snapped his fingers again, he drew the coins out of Tamara's ear. "I shall return at once, don't be bored without me," he reassured the young people; "but if you can't wait for me, then I won't have any special pretensions about it. I have the honour! ..." "Roly-Poly!"
Only twice had he seemed to be roused from his quiet repose of manner. When the first notes of the organ met his ear, he had glanced in that direction; and any one watching him closely might have seen him give a sudden start of surprise, while the color rose to his cheeks, as his eyes rested upon the organist.
Here's the shell, plain enough; but the old Tyre and Sidems, as you call 'em, took away all the gold, sure enough. Trust 'em!" "What!" cried Denham, laughing. "Is it likely? Here's a gold-mine, sure enough; but if there's one here, don't you think there must be plenty more places in this country where people could dig down and get gold?" "May be, sir," said Briggs, scratching his ear.