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Two thousand men, unshaved and tousled, with pain in their joints from those trench nights, were listening. "As soon as you get there, you must set to work. It doesn't matter whether it's a black night or a full moon; without making a sound, close to the enemy, you must fill the sand-bags for the fortifications." Every man on the hill had been doing just that thing for a year.
"You mentioned it just now, but, before that, I heard my father mention it," said Lucy, who was surprised at the sharpness of his tone. "And where did the Professor learn the name?" asked Don Pedro anxiously. Lucy shook her head. "I cannot say. But go on with the story," she continued, with the naive curiosity of a child. "Yes, do," pleaded Mrs. Jasher, who was listening with all her ears.
The whole story is curious and uncommon, and abounds with incidents that fill the hearers with wonder and astonishment; and so great is the pleasure we have found in listening to it that we should be glad if it were to begin again, even though to-morrow were to find us still occupied with the same tale."
"And I promise not to resist." Her glance followed his, returned to his face, to his eyes, quietly challenging. She took a step. "Well?" he said. She had suddenly stopped; in the hall voices were heard approaching; he too caught them. "That simplifies matters," he remarked. Her breast stirred; she stood listening; they came nearer now were at the door. A measured knocking broke the stillness.
"I don't have to. We'll follow the track." They spoke in smothered whispers, as though the night were listening. "Get up! Get up!" he urged her; but she kept on repeating: "Why do you want to sit in front?" "Because I because I want to feel you holding me," he stammered, and dragged her to her feet. The answer seemed to satisfy her, or else she yielded to the power of his voice.
Sister Hyacinthe, however, was especially anxious about the strange man, whose sweat-covered face she had been continually wiping. He had so far managed to keep alive, she watching him without a pause, never having once closed her eyes, but unremittingly listening to his faint breathing with the stubborn desire to take him to the holy Grotto before he died.
For it has roused a longing in me that is pain, and nothing seems worth while but just to hear that sound once more and go on listening to it for ever. No! There it is again! he cried, alert once more. Entranced, he was silent for a long space, spellbound. 'Now it passes on and I begin to lose it, he said presently. 'O Mole! the beauty of it!
She stood listening intently in the darkness. The dog subsided into a growling monotone, and through the stillness she fancied she caught a faint sound, as if some animal were prowling softly under the trees. She listened with a thumping heart. Nearer it seemed to come, and nearer, and then she heard it no more.
The Welsh language had to me a strange, harsh, barbaric sound, and when listening to it, I realized for the first time since I had left America, that I was indeed far away from home. I do not doubt, however, but that if I had seen more of the Welsh, I should have liked them heartily, for they are said to be very kindly, honest, and hospitable. They are naturally brave and sturdy lovers of liberty.
She was sitting by his side, saying nothing herself, listening to the talk, amused and almost excited by the new voice, the little play of light intercourse; even the charm of a new voice was something to Chatty.
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