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I fancied it was but a dream-voice for was I not deaf? and that instead of a pursuing, the voice of an enticing spectre was now sounding in my ear. But again the crying of a child penetrated to me from the room where my wife usually slept. What could it be? I walked thither, and lo! I could hear the soft pattering of my own footsteps.
"If it's that cuckoo come back again, I'll catch him!" exclaimed Griselda. She darted out of bed, felt her way to the door, which was closed, and opening it let in a rush of moonlight from the unshuttered passage window. In another moment her little bare feet were pattering along the passage at full speed, in the direction of the great saloon.
And I guessed so well the reason of her fear that I used to cry to her: "Come out, good Hanne; the Red Axe is gone." Then would she run, pattering like a scared rabbit over the uneven floor, to the window, and watch my father stalking, grim and tall, across the open spaces of the yard towards the Judgment Hall of Duke Casimir, the men-at-arms avoiding him with deft reverence.
And, when the officers should be ready to retire for the night, warm and cozy berths awaited them, where they would stretch their limbs on downy quilts and mattresses, utterly oblivious to the wet and chill on the outside. Then I turned my head and took in my surroundings! A black, cold night, cinders and soot drifting on us from the smoke stacks, and a drizzling rain pattering down.
Where through the dapple of wood-shadows dreaming Faun-footsteps pattering run, Where the swift mountain-brooks silvery-gleaming Carol through rain and through sun, Thee do we follow, O Spirit of Gladness, Thee to whom Laughter gave suck. We are thy people by night or by noontide, We are thy loves, O Puck! Lips thou hast kissed have no pleasure in sadness, Bitterness, cant nor disdain.
When Caryl came back to the motor his handkerchief was bound about the knuckles of his right hand, and his face wore a faint smile that had in it more of grimness than humour. He paused at the open window and looked in on Doris without opening the door. The sound of the rain pattering heavily upon his shoulders filled in a silence that she found terrible.
The emigrants went to bed, and when, at about ten o'clock, I went up for a little time upon the poop, I heard no sound save the clanging of the clocks from the various churches of Gravesend, the pattering of rain upon the decks, and the rushing of the river as it gurgled against the ship's side. Early next morning the cocks began to crow vociferously.
A man might toil along the harbourless beaches for days with naught for company but the sea-gulls and the thunder of the surf; while inland, save for a few birds, the rush of streams and pattering of mountain-showers on the leaves were all that broke the silence of lifeless forests.
Hour after hour rolled by, the rain pattering upon the roof, and the heavy plash of the horses' feet contributing their mournful sounds to the melancholy that was stealing over me. At length we drew up at the door of a little auberge; and, by the noise and bustle without, I perceived there was a change of horses.
You have not told me that you love me." "I told all who were at the palace of the great father." "But you have not told me, son of Varro." "I do love you." He was approaching. "Hush! Not now," she answered, taking his hand in hers temporizing. "Come, I will race with you." She ran, leading him, with quick, pattering feet through an inner hall and up the long triclinium.
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