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I am simply a country girl, that's all." "You are a girl bewitched," said the mother, sadly. McElwin hastened along the hard and slippery path that ran on a ridge at the side of the road. Sometimes a low-bending bough raked across his umbrella, and once he was made to start by a cold slap in his face, dealt by the broad leaf of a shrub that leaned and swayed above a garden fence.
"Aye, lord!" spake Sir Fidelis, low-bending to his task; and thereafter sighed, and bowed him lower yet. "Wherefore dost thou sigh?" "For that I feel as if ah, Beltane! as if this night should be the end of our love and comradeship!" "Nought but death shall do this, methinks." "Why then," said Fidelis as he rose, "an it must be, fain would I have death."
Something of the look of a dead man, too, was in the boy's face and eyes as he bent forward, motionless as a statue, his features like stone and his eyes as unhuman as polished agate, staring fixedly at the road before them. A low-bending, ice-covered branch whipped her face and she shrieked, fancying it the touch of dead fingers.
The doors flew open, and between rows of low-bending courtiers and servants the king approached the throne, leading his pretended son by the hand. 'Here, said he, 'is he for whom you have been longing so many years. But the queen interrupted him, 'That is not my son! she cried. 'That is not the face the Prophet has shown me in my dreams!
Closely hugging the banks, now stopping behind some projecting clump of bushes, now in some rock-formed nook, and now in the covert of some low-bending treetop, to give the keen-eyed hunter a chance to peer round or through these screening objects into the open spaces along the shore beyond, he slowly pushed along the canoe till the whole line of the cove was explored, and they reached the point corresponding to the one at which they commenced their look-out for game, and all without seeing a living creature.
In that yellow streak of horse, that low-bending, bony rider, he saw a possibility of defeat and disgrace. His head disappeared out of the window, his derisive hand vanished. He was turning valves and pulling levers, trying to coax a little more power into his piston strokes. The Duke held Whetstone back until his wind had set to the labor, his muscles flexed, his sinews stretched to the race.
She would often sit and swing on a low-bending grape-vine, that hung between two lofty trees, sometimes singing, and sometimes listening to the insects that hummed around her, and all the while as happy a Kate as any Kate in the world. It was here, on the grape-vine swing, that Harry found her, the day after his little affair with George Purvis.
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