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She stammered pitifully, looking at her husband with a most frightened air, as if she wished to read in his eyes what she should say. He undertook to answer me; but he, also was evidently very much embarrassed. He said, that being left alone, and feeling better than usual, he had taken it into his head to try his strength.
"Where's Mas' Don?" he said in a sharp ill-used tone. "Here he is," said a gruff voice, and Jem looked wonderingly in a savage's indistinctly seen face, and then down in the bottom of the long canoe, into which they had been dragged. "Mas' Don don't say you're drowned, Mas' Don," he said pitifully, with a Somersetshire man's bold attempt at the making of an Irish bull. "My pakeha!
It was pitifully mean; but whom has not his own hidden lust made to crawl like a thief, afraid of a shadow, in his own house? Narcissus' young lust was himself, and Moloch knew no more ruthless hunger than burns in such. Of course, it did not present itself quite nakedly to him; he persuaded himself there could be little harm he meant none.
Taking up the box I have so often mentioned, the coroner drew away the ribbon lying on top and disclosed the pistol. In a moment her hands were over her ears. "Why do you do that?" he asked. "Did you think I was going to discharge it?" She smiled pitifully as she let her hands fall again. "I have a dread of firearms," she explained. "I always have had.
It was only lately she had got to the end of her reasoning and settled down. At first it had not been very satisfactory, but she had gradually, with a child's optimism, evolved from the dreary little maze a certain degree of content. She had only one confidant. The Child had always lived a rather proscribed, uneventful little life, with pitifully few intimates, none of her own age.
They've GOT to go. He turned fiercely on Wombo, who stood sullen and defiant again, and from him to Oola, who crouched in the dust, sobbing pitifully and rubbing her damaged arm. 'Stop that! YAN do you hear? The whip lashed out again. It stung Wombo's bare leg, and flicked Oola's petticoat. The two ran screaming lustily towards the rocks and scrubby country at the head of the gully.
His hand trembled as he took the little photographs out of their envelope, so worn and stained, and laid them before her. She looked at them with tearless eyes, and let them fall upon her lap as things of little interest. "Phebe has told you?" he said pitifully. "Yes," she whispered. "You did not know before?" he said. She shook her head mutely.
But, if there was no danger to save her family from? If her very birth, which had counted so far for so little, would bring her immunity and even safety? She paused in front of the Countess. "What can I do?" she asked pitifully. "That I dare not presume to say. I came because I felt I can only say what, in your place, I should do." "I am afraid. You would not be afraid." Hedwig shivered.
And Carlyle and Ruskin, reading this official record of selfishness, and knowing its truth, drew their powerful indictments against a society which would permit its eight-year-old daughters, its mothers, and its grandmothers, to be locked up for fourteen hours a day in dirty, ill-smelling factories, to release them at night only to find more misery in the hovels they pitifully called home.
She began to think of herself, too of Jean's scarlet cravat of his new shoes too tight for him, which he wore with the pride of a village dandy on fête days and Sundays and of her own patched and pitifully scanty wardrobe. "She has nothing, that little one," she had heard the gossips remark openly before her, time and time again, when she was a child.
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