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Sitting by the grave, Mr Openshaw told her the story; and for the sad fate of that poor father whom she had never seen, he shed the only tears she ever saw fall from his eyes. Thomas Hardy
As we passed into the dining-room, I said, as I had said the first time I went to dinner in her father's house, "Shall we be flippant, or grave?" I guessed that it would touch her. She raised her eyes to mine and answered, "We are grave; let us seem flippant." In those days I had a store of spirits.
Knowledge lays itself like a stone over my grave, but my faith is that which breaks it. Now, thus it is! The smallest flower preaches from its green stalk, in the name of knowledge immortality.
That will take them over seas wherever the abbess may command." "Capital, splendid!" cried Rufinus enthusiastically. He took up his hat and stick, and the radiant expression of his face changed to a very grave one.
Beneath all their smiles and courtesies I could read this knowledge in their eyes; also that it was causing them grave anxiety. It was as though they knew that here was one against whom their power had no avail, whose fate was the master of their fate.
"Yes, and I'm departing in peace and can lie quiet in my grave. I've not been treated unfairly in any way, and I've got nothing to haunt any one for. If only Kalle takes care to have me carried out feet first, I don't expect I shall trouble you." "Just you come and visit us now and then if you like! We shan't be afraid to welcome you, for we've been so happy together here," said Kalle.
Yet there was a strange community of sentiment an intercourse of soul between us; for they would shoot their ideas in through my eyes smile, or look grave and nod, assent, or shake the head, as various thoughts passed through my mind.
Just before it came into bearing for the first time, my grandmother, while walking along the porch with a pan of sugar in her hands, stubbed her toe and fell off the porch, spilling her pan of sugar at the base of the tree. The result of this accident is noticeable in the fruit to this very day." She glanced up at him suspiciously, but not even the shadow of a smile hovered on his grave features.
The old woman reflected a little, with her eyes on his face, which had grown more grave as she went on; its expression intimated that he failed as yet to understand her and that he at least was not exactly trifling.
Who can escape the consequence of sin, or even of the misfortune which led to sin? Certainly Belle did not, nor Mr. Quest, nor even that fierce-hearted harpy who hunted him to his grave. And so good-bye to Belle. May she find peace in its season! Meanwhile things had been going very ill at the Castle.
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