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Another moment and the gulf had swallowed his victim, and the poop, and him; and nothing remained of the Madre Dolorosa but a few floating spars and struggling wretches, while a great awe fell upon all men, and a solemn silence, broken only by the cry "Of some strong swimmer in his agony."
And Lake will visit us too." "Naturally. Will you see him in Paris on your way through?" "Oh, yes! What an enthusiast he is!" Claude sighed. "I shall miss you, Madre," he said, somberly almost. "I am so accustomed to be within reach of you." "I hope you will miss me a little. But the man who never leans heavily never falls when the small human supports we all use now and then are withdrawn.
And Madre is so clever. Isn't she clever?" "Yes." "And if Madre can't do things, you can imagine that I feel rather absurd now that I'm telling you." "Yes, being just as you are, Vere, I can quite imagine that you do. But we can have sweet feelings of absurdity that only arise from something moral within us, a moral delicacy.
The inhabitants call the crystals of selenite, the padre del sal, and those of the sulphate of soda, the madre del sal; they assured me that both are found under the same circumstances in several of the neighbouring salinas; and that the sulphate of soda is annually dissolved, and is always crystallised before the common salt on the muddy bottom. Mr.
"The storm which has just passed, hast thou not noted it?" "I saw no storm, you must be dreaming Madre, or trying some of your spells upon me. There has been no storm for the sun has been shining brightly, except when that cloud passed for a moment," I answered as I handed her the basket.
"I never said nothin' like that whatever. I mean we bet it, and we lost it. Listen! There goes Carara's piece!" Out past the corral floated the announcement in a man's metallic syllables: "The Baggage Coach Ahead, as sung by Helena Mora for the Echo Phonograph, of New York and Pa-a-aris!" From the dusk to the right of the two listeners now issued soft Spanish phrases. "Madre de Dios!
DON EDUARDO. Por supuesto, ¿no quiere usted que llegue? DON PEDRO. Tendrá hijos a su vez, y será también muy buena madre, no lo dude usted, Sr. D. Eduardo.... DON EDUARDO. ¡Qué he de dudar yo eso Sr. D. Pedro! ¡Poco enamorado estoy a fe mía para dudar ahora de nada!
It will be more fun than throwing only a packet. Addio, mia bella Madre! Addi-io! Addi-io!" And singing the words to the tune of "Addio, mia bella Napoli," she flitted out of the room and down the stairs. "Ruffo! Ruffo!" A minute later she was leaning over the bridge to the boy, who stood sentinel below.
Isaura's face brightened to another kind of brightness, a pleased and tender light. "Poor dear Madre," she murmured to herself in Italian. "Madre!" echoed Graham, also in Italian. "I have been misinformed, then; that lady is your mother." Isaura laughed a pretty, low, silvery laugh, and replied in English, "She is not my mother; but I call her Madre, for I know no name more loving."
It was about the beginning of October, when one morning, I walked down to Madre Moreno's house. I had become a constant visitor at the witch's cottage, and often dined there. The accident which had so oddly introduced Ysidria to me was not serious, and in a few days she was completely recovered.
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