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And here," taking something else from his coat or vest pocket, "is a very fine specimen of the spotted coffin-filler, rather curious. It isn't very poisonous kills in an hour or so. Now, this," dragging another from somewhere under his coat, "is rather poisonous. Deadly grave-worm kills in three seconds. Lively little chap, isn't he? Feel his head." Whereat you would probably move on.

Red was that marriage-feast at which sat Unna, my kinswoman, and Asmund, thy father redder shall be the feast where sit Gudruda, thy sister, and Ospakar! The wolf howls at thy door, Björn! the grave-worm opens his mouth! trolls run to and fro upon thy threshold, and the ghosts of men speed Hellwards! Ill were the deeds of Groa worse shall be the deeds of Groa's daughter!

Hardy's imagination, to have deepened the sadness even more than the beauty of one's memories. Not that Mr. Hardy's is quite so miserable a genius as is commonly supposed. It is false to picture him as always on his knees before the grave-worm. His faith in beauty and joy may be only a thin flame, but it is never extinguished.

Morning cometh and may change thee; Life, to-day, its hues may borrow Where the grave-worm feeds to-morrow." Illa. "Look to yourself then. Speak! Make me sub-prioress, and be Cured on the instant." "No, no, temptress; begone: "'Softest pillow for the dying, Is a conscience void of dread. Go, leave me; my life is in the hand of God.

Whatever it was about the man that repelled me I did not know, but the impression of a plump white grave-worm was so intense and nauseating that I must have shown it in my expression, for he turned his puffy face away with a movement which made me think of a disturbed grub in a chestnut. I went back to my easel and motioned the model to resume her pose.

Germain overlooked the sepulchre of St. Denis, where the grave-worm held its banquet. Fontainebleau was at too great a distance from the capital. To reach it required a carriage drive of four or five hours. Vincennes, notwithstanding the grandeur of the antique, time-worn castle, was gloomy in its surroundings, inconvenient in its internal arrangements a prison rather than a palace.

As forms of life, the flowers mock or deride the grave-worm which battens or makes merry on corruption. The appropriateness of the term 'merry worm' seems very disputable. Nought we know dies.