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He stood for one moment irresolute, unwilling to leave him to meet his death, and that horrible fear that he read in those haggard eyes watching the horizon, alone; and in that moment Stephen looked up at him and met his eye, and the madness rolled back and stood off his brain for an instant. He beckoned to Talbot, and Talbot went down on his knees beside him on the snow.
It's all a horrible mess. I wish I was dead." "My dear sir, is it reasonable that because a being so capable of going wrong finds himself incapable of setting right, he should judge it useless to cry to that being who called him into being to come to his aid? and that in the face of the story if it were but an old legend, worn and disfigured that he took upon himself our sins?"
It was very weak of him, and horrible, but then . . . When that thirst gets into the blood, and there's something behind the man's life too as Dicky Merritt said, "It's a case for the little black angels." Vic would not give him liquor. He got it, however, from other sources. He was too far gone to feel any shame now. His sensibilities were all blunted.
The world was almost too gray, too grim, too horrible for Houston even to remember that there was an estrangement between them. Dully, his intellect numbed as his body was numbed, he went back to his tasks, tasks that were seemingly endless.
The two women stood for a moment silent and motionless. They both listened to the dirge of their love and their happiness, and this simple, hearty song sounded to them horrible and awful in the boundless desolation of their hearts. At last the song ceased, and a voice, too well known and loved, cried, "Elise! Elise!" The maiden started up, shuddering and terrified. "His voice frightens me."
Cicely had followed her sister to London, utterly unable to live any longer in a place so full of horrible memories. They had a little money Cicely, almost enough to live on, but she wanted work. Joan listened, but for her part she had little to say. Only as the clock drew near seven o'clock she grew restless. Her attention wandered. She looked often towards the window.
"Put it to the test," said the lady; "just let us pay a visit to your kitchen, and then come and see mine." So they went together. What need to describe the Bobberjee-Khana? They glanced round, and hurried out, for it was too horrible to be endured long. When they went to the Chinaman's kitchen, the contrast was indeed striking.
They owned the land almost as a man now owns his hat; they bought it and sold it, and cut it up like cheese or ham; they were free to ruin it, or leave it waste, or erect upon it horrible and devastating eyesores.
If I had the letter I wrote this morning, I suppose I would send it; but to write it all over again it's too horrible!" "'Horrible'!" Rose repeated. "Very few people would think it that! He's rich, thoroughly good, and devoted to you." "You put the least last," Edith said, slowly, "and you're right. I'm not sure Christopher is so devoted to me, after all.
There was the protest; and who knows whether they formally renewed their vows when so much went wrong at Montpipeau. Child, it is a horrible perplexity. I often could wish we had had no warning, and the poor things had made off together. We could have cried shame till we forced out a provision for thy brother; and my poor little Eustacie He had tears in his eyes as he broke off.
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