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Her private opinion of her husband she makes into a short story forgets its origin and shows it him with pride while the husband decants his heart-beats into occasional verse and minor poetry. It is amazing what a lot of latter-day literature consists of such breaches of confidence. And not simply latter-day literature. The visitor is fortunate who leaves no marketable impression behind.
He felt his heart-beats racing and his face flushing. “I felt all right a little while ago, but I certainly feel queer now,” he muttered. Doctor McCrea soon hurried below. “Sentry, unlock the door! Let me in there!” Doctor McCrea made a brief examination. “How long have you been feeling ill?” “N-not long,” faltered Truax. “Hospital man!” called Doctor McCrea. “Aye, aye, sir!”
Even as a little boy he had felt that it was more than a clock: it was an old friend who had ticked through the years, keeping time with the heart-beats of those for whom it told the passing moments of life and death. Often he had imagined that with its ticking it gave good advice, if only one could understand.
Every throb of the panting engines they answered with waiting heart-beats, as it sent them farther from the fearful wonder, now blazing in multiplex lines of fire against the gray horizon. Mr. Raleigh gazed after it as one watches the conflagration of a home. Marguerite left her quiet weeping to gaze with him.
All round us carpenters were at work building new houses; but so far from troubling us, the strokes of their hammers fell softly upon the sense, like one's heart-beats upon one's own consciousness in the lapse from all fear of pain under the blessed charm of an anaesthetic.
But when she went to take her hands away, she found them held against the spot so firmly that she could feel the heart-beats underneath. "Oh, please," was all she said, appealingly, while Peter's rose seemed to reflect some of its color on her cheeks. "I don't want you to give it to me if you don't wish," said Peter, simply. "But last night I sat up late thinking about it.
J. Yes, but not like the earth, this low-minded creature's chosen dwelling. M. The earth is spirit made fruitful, life. And its heart-beats are told in gold and wine. J. Oh! it is shocking to hear such sentiments in these times. I thought that Bacchic energy of yours was long since repressed. M. No!
If you could have seen him leaning over you, and speaking to you, and feeling every minute for your heart-beats, egad, you would have cried. And when I took you off to the schooner, he gave me an hundred directions how to care for you, and then his sorrow bowled him all in a heap." "And is the commodore still at the Texel?" I asked, after a space.
Hilda sat under the blue umbrellas when the hour arrived, devising with full heart-beats what she would say, creating fifty different forms of what he would say, while the hands slipped round the clock past the moment that should have brought his step to the door. Hilda noted it and compared her watch.
Poetry is a good deal a matter of heart-beats, and the circulation is more languid in the later period of life. The joints are less supple; the arteries are more or less "ossified." Something like these changes has taken place in the mind. It has lost the flexibility, the plastic docility, which it had in youth and early manhood, when the gristle had but just become hardened into bone.
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