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"First of all I have dear Bess," and the child's voice lingered lovingly upon the name; "she is so good, so very good to me, no one can tell how much we love each other. All day, she sits beside my bed singing to ease my pain, or reading while I work; she gives me flowers and birds, and all the sunshine that comes in to us, and sits there in the shadow that I may be warm and glad.
"Now, dad, don't be talking that way!" cried Tom gaily. "Pack up and come along with us." Lovingly he placed his arm around the bent shoulders of his father. "No, Tom, I'm too old. Home is the place for me." "Bless my arithmetic tables!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, "you're not so much older than I am, and I'm going with Tom. Come on, Mr. Swift."
She would start up in anguish of soul, scarcely believing in the soothing arms that held her till their tenderness hushed her back to calmness. "No one can come to you, sweetheart, while I am here." How often she heard the low words murmured lovingly over her head! "See, I am holding you! You are quite safe. No one can take you from me."
The apple orchards, still white with blossoms, and green with wheat or early grass, extended up the hills, and encroached upon the dense brown forests. There was the little red brick turret which crowned the village church, and my eye rested lovingly upon it.
They were opened by Jeanne and their treasures spread upon the chairs and the bed to be admired and fingered lovingly by Drusilla, who took as much joy in her new clothes as any girl with her first trousseau. Except for the Bible and the life of John Calvin the contents of the little trunk were lost, so far as Drusilla was concerned.
So I couldn't leave my dear little kit behind, could I? and Rosalie stroked its black fur very lovingly as she spoke. 'But how will you ever carry it, Rosalie? It won't be good all that way, rolled up like that. 'Oh, I shall manage, dear. It will walk a bit when we get in the country; it follows me just like a dog. 'And what are you going to eat on the way, Rosalie?
Elizabeth has just made a mistake. And, Barlow, men are always forgiving the mistakes of women where their feelings are concerned they must that is one of the proofs of their strength. But these" and he patted the papers lovingly "well, they're rather like a reprieve brought at the eleventh hour to a man who is to be executed. We're put in a difficult position, though.
I could not tear myself away from her; but she asked me in so kindly a manner, while she took my right hand in both of hers, and lovingly pressed it! The tears stood in my eyes: I thought hers looked moist. I pressed my face upon her hands, and hastened away. Never in my life had I found myself in such perplexity.
But through the light, and through the shade, they go on lovingly together, lost to everything around; thinking of no other riches, and no prouder home, than they have now in one another.
It is the song of the trees: each has its own voice, which may be known from all others by the ear that has learned how to listen. The topmost branches of the elm are talking of the sky, of those highest white clouds that float like tresses of silver hair in the far blue, of the sunrise gold and the rose-color of sunset that always rest upon them most lovingly.
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