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Enter, then, with us one that has seemed, in some degree, to revive the glory of the olden time, when men, as they received, gave lavishly for the service of the altar; nor meted out their offerings with the niggard hand that is moved by the heart of this generation; unmoved, unwarmed, but boastful of its light the light of a moonbeam playing on an iceberg!
The fellow must mean mischief." "Oh, I hope not," said Evie, and she gave a little shiver. A sound came faintly over the water to us from the shore. "Did you hear that?" Evelyn turned to me, her face white in the shining moonbeam. A second pistol shot followed the first. "Trouble at the cache!" I turned toward the pavilion and met Blythe. Already he was flinging a crisp order to the watch.
She looked doubly strange in the evening light, and her smile softened and deepened as the shadows gathered in the room. Antony came and stood in front of her. "Silencieux," he whispered, "I love you, Silencieux. Smiling Silence, I love you. All day long on the moors your smile has stolen like a moonbeam by my side "
She rose instantly, and coming to him, and laying one hand gently on his knee, said in tones that fell as light on the ear as the touch of a moonbeam on the water, "You do not want me to go, do you, grandpa?" "No, dear!" said the old gentleman, letting his hand fall upon hers, "no, dear! that is the last thing I want!"
The yellow lips of the honeysuckle are thick and sensual; but the beautiful petals of this cluster of love-cells, all so daintily transparent, hanging in pink clusters of loveliness with scalloped lips of purity, that even the sunbeam sends a photograph of his heart through them and every moonbeam writes in it the romance of its life.
Or wherein we find such important events as these: On my neck I have hung a medal of the Holy Virgin which Louise had brought me, as an amulet against cholera. Or poetry of this sort: O the lovely moonbeam which fell on the Bible I was reading!
When I was on the road to Frapesle I again saw her white robe shimmering in a moonbeam; then, a few moments later, a light was in her bedroom. "Oh, my Henriette!" I cried, "to you I pledge the purest love that ever shone upon this earth." I turned at every step as I regained Frapesle. Ineffable contentment filled my mind.
Henry Breckinridge Folair, a consistent Copperhead, captain of the canal- boat, again and again pressed that suit I had so often rejected. It was a lovely moonlight night. We sat on the deck of the gliding craft. The moonbeam and the lash of the driver fell softly on the flanks of the off horse, and only the surging of the tow-rope broke the silence. Folair's arm clasped my waist.
"Stick to that, Neefit," said Lieutenant Cox. "I mean to stick to it," said Mr. Neefit. He then ordered another glass of gin and water, and was driven back to the station. On the day following that on which Mr. Neefit made his journey to the Moonbeam, Sir Thomas Underwood was at his chambers in London.
After two or three days spent in this way, she felt bashful and fearful, pale and thin from the separation, and hopeless of union with her lover. So, as if drawn on by the moonbeam which shone through her window, she went out at night when her people were asleep, determined to die. And she came to a pool under a tree in her garden.
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