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She had scarce entered when the door opened again, and the servant, a Scotsman, came out to say that his excellency would receive him. He went briskly forward, but presently paused. A sudden sense of shyness possessed him. It was not the first time he had been ushered into vice-regal presence, but his was an odd position.
She here paused, observing that Helene's attention was being aroused. "It's for his work," she continued in a drawling voice; "he says it's for his work. We have no doorkeeper, you know, and that pleases him. Oh! my gentleman doesn't like doorkeepers, and he is quite right, too!" Once more she came to a halt, as though an idea had suddenly occurred to her.
Sadie Barnet paused in the act of brushing out the cloud of her dark hair, and with a strong young gesture ran the thread through the needle, knotting its end with a quirk of thumb and forefinger. "It's the drops, Dee Dee, and this gaslight, all blurry from the curling-iron in the flame, makes you see bad."
"No, there's nothing particular," she said; "the Lord seems to heap good things upon me; but at times on nearing the end of the journey the pilgrim gets a bit tired and longs for the blessed final rest." Then she paused and turned to us once more with a smile. "And you, young people, how goes the journey with you?"
He paused in his pacing up and down, a smile struggling with his serious look. "It was quite a hot-headed business for one of the staid Brices, wasn't it?" "The family has never been called impetuous," replied his mother. "It must be the Western air." He began his pacing again. His mother had not said one word about the money. Neither had he. Once more he stopped before her.
"Do you understand those two last verses?" said he when she had done. Fleda said "Yes!" rather surprised. "I do not," he said gravely. Fleda paused a minute or two, and then finding that it depended on her to enlighten him, said in her modest way, "Why it means that we have no goodness of our own, and only expect to be forgiven and taken to heaven for the Saviour's sake." Mr.
Chapman found great consolation in this letter, and sat down to read it to her dear husband, who had moved up nearer to the lamp and opened the last great-work on the new doctrine. When she had finished reading it she paused for a moment, and then spoke. "Have you noticed, my dear," she enquired, and again hesitating, "what has been going on between our Mattie ?" Again she hesitated.
He thought a ward rather a bore for the Vanderveldes. He was standing with his back to the mantel, facing the door, when Nancy entered the room. In the filmy black Mrs. Vandervelde had selected for her, tall and slim, she paused for the fraction of a second and lifted her cool, shining, inscrutable green eyes to his lazy blue ones. Mrs.
Not yet, I see there is no hurry but some time She was silent for a minute or two, trying to discover the truth as it was in her own heart, before replying; then she said: 'I have never thought of you, but as a friend. I like to think of you so; but I am sure I could never think of you as anything else. He paused before he replied.
He paused again for one instant. Then startlingly, suddenly, the words "Great God!" leaped from his lips. They sounded like a mighty sob. "Great God!" he repeated with an anguish that awed the people. "The great mass of people in London, are already mocking God. They laugh at the notion of there being a God, of there being any Retribution.
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