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As often as Dinah refused a teaspoonful, she put it into her own mouth, saying, with a wise nod, "My child, she's sick; hasn't any appletite." Out of doors it was raining heartily. It seemed as if the "upper deep" was tipping over, and pouring itself into the lap of the earth. "O, Ruthie," sighed Dotty Dimple, "my mother won't come while it's such weather.
But thus the cunning Philistines are enabled to triumph over the strong and gifted man, because in the hour of confidence, and in the abandonment of the mind, he had laid his head in the lap of wantonness, and taught them how he might be shorn of his strength. Dr. JOHNSON appears often to have indulged this amusement, both in good and ill humour.
We put out more salt, at a dozen different places, so that all might have enough, then went back to the bank by the spring, and while she sat down in the shade and held her bonnet in her lap, I reclined by her side, and looked up at her, content. "Do you love the country as much as you seem to?" she asked, gazing blissfully up at the dense foliage of the elm tree under which we were resting.
So that the pretty damsel would have to take him aside, and kiss him as they clasped, and promise him, "Next time next time, without fail!" Nevertheless, he always reaped two proud delights from these events. For one, Sosthène always took him upon his lap and introduced him as his little Creole.
There was another interval of silence while she twisted her fingers in her lap. "Ah," she said. "I know. He will be beautiful in his bed, dying like an abbot. He is frightened yes. But he thinks himself safe from me. He imagines me sour, decorous, with a skinny neck. Because he thinks me all but a nun, he will be all but a priest. We shall see, Senor O'Neill. We shall see!"
"In the Knickerbocker Hospital." "Seriously ill?" "No. He is in a private ward " "The alcoholic?" she asked quietly. "Yes," he said, flushing with the shame that had not burnt her white face. "May I go to him?" she asked. "No!" he exclaimed, horrified. She seated herself, hands folded loosely on her lap: "What am I to do, Bunny?" "Nothing.... I only came to tell you so that you'd know.
The commandment having become like his own heart, there would, of course, be no conflict between the two, and he might sin on forever and lap himself in Elysium.
Good old dog!" he continued, taking hold of his ears and drawing the head into his lap, to keep on caressing him and talking to him the while. "What mistakes one makes! I used to think you such a surly, savage old fellow, and here you are as miserable as I am, Lupe. Oh, he might have let me go!" The dog whined softly as it gazed wistfully in his eyes, and whined again. "Where's old Serge, Lupe?
Then the baby crawled up onto his lap and dropped asleep, while Rags sat motionless and fanned her with a folded newspaper, stopping every now and then to pass the damp cloth over her warm face and arms. It was quite late now.
Then the Viking's wife took her on her lap, and forgot the ugly form, as she looked into the mournful eyes, and often said, "I could wish that thou wouldst always remain my dumb frog child, for thou art too terrible when thou art clothed in a form of beauty."
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