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"Why have not we an immortal soul?" asked the little mermaid mournfully; "I would give gladly all the hundreds of years that I have to live, to be a human being only for one day, and to have the hope of knowing the happiness of that glorious world above the stars." "You must not think of that," said the old woman; "we feel ourselves to be much happier and much better off than human beings."

"Now," she said, "you'd better take the letters in to my godmother and tell her all about it at once. I'll wait here till you come back." She had not to wait long, for Miss Munnion reappeared in less than five minutes shaking her head mournfully. "It's just as I thought it would be," she said. "Mrs Fotheringham thinks it's very unreasonable of me to want to go to Diana."

Lucy, had become so accustomed to her cousin's altered looks, that she thought her looking rather better than usual, under the influence of the change and excitement. But Mrs. Ford shook her head mournfully over her in private. "She looks to me in a decline," she said to her husband. "I'm afraid she hasn't many years before her in this world!"

The talons of the avenging goddess shall tear the beautiful face, the heart, and the liver of the accursed one! A twofold malediction on her who has wronged the son of my Satabus!" While speaking, her head nodded swiftly up and down, and when at last she bowed it wearily, her visitors heard her murmur the names of Satabus and Hanno, sometimes tenderly, sometimes mournfully.

But it strikes me that if I were a Frenchman in your position, I should think myself unworthy my ancestors if I consented to be an insignificant looker-on." "You are not in my position," said the Marquis, half mournfully, half haughtily, "and you can scarcely judge of it even in imagination." "I need not much task my imagination; I judge of it by analogy.

"Look here," said Fred, excitedly, "of course, we're enemies, Scar; but we want to help you all the same." "I suppose we must surrender now," said Scarlett, sadly. "I can do no more. Have you your men outside?" "No; I haven't got my men outside," cried Fred, in a boyish, petulant way. "Can't you believe me? What am I to say?" "Nothing, Fred Forrester," replied Scarlett, mournfully.

"What brings him here, can you ask?" replied one at the side of the questioner, and with a solemnity of tone and manner that caused the whole of the group to torn their eyes upon him, as he mournfully shook his head. "Aye, WHAT brings him here?" repeated more than one voice, while all closed inquiringly around for information.

And as the Bailie hurried to catch the Dundee train the figure shook its head mournfully, with the air of one who hopes for the best, but who has had too good reason to expect the worst.

The infinite delight of that companionship shall not be marred by any memories of the past. If I am content to let it rest, surely you may be." She drew herself away. Her deep strange eyes looked coldly and yet mournfully back to his yearning gaze. "You were never a coward, Julian," she said. "What is it you fear now?"

I just begin 'hoping this finds you well, as it leaves me at present, and then I'm done. What else is there to say?" "Nothing," said Sam, mournfully. "I just sit and scratch my head over the blessed paper, but nothing'll come. Seems as though my head's as empty as a drum." "Same here. 'Tisn't like writing love-letters. When I was up to that game 'twas easy enough.