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Again the tears gushed from the heart of Florimel: she had sinned against her own fame had blotted out a fair memorial record that might have outlasted the knight of stone under the Norman canopy in Lossie church. Again she sobbed, again she choked down a cry that had else become a scream. Arms were around her.
Of course the delectable spring gushed out of the heart of one of those dear old hills that walled in the village, for how else could they have quaffed it? The bones of more than two centuries pave the highway between New England and California. As jubilant as young Lochinvar, I came out of the West one summer dawn, and took train for Heartsease.
"No, Harold in vain sent me the casket; the jewel was gone. Oh Shame! shame! shame! Oh worst perfidy of all! Oh sharp sharper than Saxon sword or serpent's tooth, is is " Tears gushed to those fierce eyes, and the proud King dared not trust to his voice. Aldyth rose coldly. "Slay me if thou wilt not insult me. I have said, 'Let us die!"
No; these are trifles, compared with the merits which wise men concede to me if not in my single self, yet as the representative of a class of being the grand reformer of the age. From my spout, and such spouts as mine, must flow the stream that shall cleanse our earth of the vast portion of its crime and anguish which has gushed from the fiery fountains of the still.
What could the little bird mean by pouring it forth at midnight? Probably the note gushed out from the midst of a dream, in which he fancied himself in Paradise with his mate; and, suddenly awaking, he found he was on a cold, leafless bough, with a New England mist penetrating through his feathers.
The Franciscan made a sign in the affirmative, for he could no longer speak; the blood rushed to his throat and his head, and gushed from his mouth, his nostrils, and his eyes. The dying man had barely time to press Aramis's hand, when he fell in convulsions from his bed upon the floor. Aramis placed his hand upon the Franciscan's heart, but it had ceased to beat.
How dare he not know me after all that has happened? I want to save him for ever. Let him forget me as his betrothed. And here he fears that he is dishonored in my eyes. Why, he wasn’t afraid to be open with you, Alexey Fyodorovitch. How is it that I don’t deserve the same?” The last words she uttered in tears. Tears gushed from her eyes.
"Help me up a little," she replied; "now I will show you: you are my papa there is my mamma that is William and Maria there will kiss me." Maria, from whose eyes gushed tears of delight, flew to the sweet girl's bosom. "But," added Jane, "there is another another that must come to my bosom and stay there Agnes!"
And then she had turned round, and seemed confused at seeing her Zara and gushed more than the night before. But she did not get the satisfaction of perceiving the bride turn a hair, though as Zara walked on to the end of the room she angrily found herself wondering who was this woman, and what had she been to Tristram? What was she now? Lord Elterton had already fallen in love.
By the light of the newly risen moon, they saw the brook which gushed out of the forest breaking wildly over its banks, and whirling along stones and branches in its eddying course.
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