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Dickens ain't no slouch. You can count on him pretty much all the time." With this rough preface, he launched into a criticism of the novelist, which for intelligent sympathy and hearty appreciation I had rarely heard equaled. Not only did he dwell upon the exuberance of his humor, but upon the power of his pathos and the all-pervading element of his poetry. I looked at the man in astonishment.
Shall I tell you what is wrong with you? You're stiff from inaction. It's a species of cramp, my dear, and there's only one remedy for it. Are you going to take it of your own accord, or must I come round with a physic spoon and make you?" She laughed a little, though the deep pathos of her shadowed eyes never varied. Daisy's merry voice rose from the lower regions gaily chaffing her cousin.
"You don't look" he said, "as if you could say a thing like that to a fellow." Instantly, and almost humbly, she begged his pardon. "Then I may come to-morrow?" he asked. "And the next day," said Barbara. "And, by the way, what is your name?" "Harry," he said. "Harry what?" A look very much like pathos came into his handsome eyes. "I want to be honest with you," he said.
There was a scriptural pathos in what followed, as if it were some scene of domestic re-union, opening itself from patriarchal ages. The young officer was the eldest son of the house, and had left Spain when Catalina was only three years old. But, singularly enough, Catalina it was, the little wild cat that he yet remembered seeing at St. Sebastian's, upon whom his earliest inquiries settled.
In the five swift days of tender service which followed, Betty Winter forgot her own heartache and loneliness in the pity, pathos, and horror of the scenes she witnessed the drawn white faces the charred flesh, the scream of pain from the young, the sigh of brave men, the last messages of love the gasp and the solemn silences of eternity.
It was divided among us in accordance with our accepted communal practice, and I do not think any article which we secured in Sennelager was ever eaten with such wholehearted enjoyment as that cucumber. But the incident was not free from its touch of pathos. When we sat down to the cucumber we carefully peeled it and threw the rind away.
I foresaw the particular praise she would mostly incur she would be incomparably "interesting." She would charm with her pathos more even than she had charmed with her pleasure. For herself above all she was fixed for ever, rescued from all change and ransomed from all doubt.
And, while he did not cease to mock and jeer and offer sarcastic advice to his younger friend, the touch of pathos that, like a minor chord, was so often heard in his most caustic and cruel speeches was more pronounced. As for Czar he always returned to the hotel with evident reluctance; and managed to express, in his dog way, the thoughts his distinguished master would not put in words.
"Will Katy come? Will she be the wife of Cousin Morris?" There was a world of pathos and pleading in the voice which asked this question, just as there was a world of tenderness in the manner in which Morris smoothed and caressed and fondled the bowed head resting on the chair arm.
I wish I could do something in return for what I've cost you all those six years, I've tried to be useful." The pathos in her voice touched him to the quick. "Innocent!" he exclaimed, and held out his arms. She looked at him with a very pitiful smile and shook her head. "No! I can't do that! Not just yet! You see, it's all so unexpected things have changed altogether in a moment.
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