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"Good night, Dad," said Jim, as his father left the room. Josephine went to the window. She had rather a stiff, poupee walk. "How is the night?" she said, as if to change the whole feeling in the room. She pushed back the thick grey-silk curtains. "Why?" she exclaimed. "What is that light burning? A red light?" "Oh, that's only the pit-bank on fire," said Robert, who had followed her.
Or one, perchance, with clouded brain From some unholy banquet reeled, And since, our devious steps maintain His track across the trodden field. Nay, deem not thus, no earthborn will Could ever trace a faultless line; Our truest steps are human still, To walk unswerving were divine! Truants from love, we dream of wrath; Oh, rather let us trust the more!
I AM a ghost!" Mr. Searle stared a moment and then had a subtle sneer. "I could almost believe you are!" "Oh brother and cousin!" cried Miss Searle with the gentlest yet most appealing dignity. "How can you talk so horribly?"
'I dwell I, the high and lofty One, who inhabit eternity with him also, who is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones. Oh, my friends, is not this news? good news and unexpected news, perhaps, but still as true as what went before it?
"Oh, yes, certainly; it is very dry." "You hear, Ida? Sir William says that you are to go to Tangier." "Or any " "No, no, Sir William! We feel safest when we are most obedient. You have said Tangier, and we shall certainly try Tangier." "Really, Lady Clara, your implicit faith is most flattering. It is not everyone who would sacrifice their own plans and inclinations so readily."
"I sometimes wonder whether you'll ever say that of any play I write," he laughed. "Oh, you will do good work some day. But I thought, after knowing me all these weeks well, if it doesn't make the most tremendous hit, I shall walk quietly out of the theatre and throw myself into the river." "I certainly shan't jump in after you." "Not even for the advertisement? Would you miss me, Eric?"
"See," he whispered; "oh, listen!" He spread Kirk's fingers above the keyboard brought them down on a fine chord of the Chopin prelude, and for one instant Kirk felt coursing through him a feeling inexplicable as it was exciting as painful as it was glad. The next moment the chord died; the old man was again the gentle friend of the fireside. "I am stupid," he said, "and ill-advised.
"I wrote to the doctor, asking if he would take a trip to Europe, so that you could go with us, for I know you would not wish to stay here. To-day I have his answer, saying he will go, and what is better yet, father and mother are going, too." "Oh, I am so glad, so glad.
"Oh, no it isn't," said Sir Timothy. "I don't dine by Act of Parliament." Sir Archibald frowned angrily. "We'd better go home again," he said. "We mustn't interrupt the tennis." He climbed stiffly into the motor. "I suppose," he said to Mr. Courtney a few minutes later, "that this is some kind of Irish joke." Mr. Courtney explained, elaborately and fully, Sir Timothy's peculiar views about time.
"Since I saw you first," she answers. "Oh, how you say that!" cries Pelléas. "Your voice seems to have blown across the sea in spring!... You say it so frankly like an angel questioned. Your voice! your voice! It is cooler and more frank than the water is! It is like pure water on my lips! Give me, give me your hands! Oh, how small your hands are! I did not know you were so beautiful!
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