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Danforth, gently raised her up and placed her in the carriage. She did not speak, but murmured pleadingly, while her face wore a look of agonized longing, and her outstretched hands clutched nervously. "Poor thing!" said Mr. Danforth, his voice beginning to tremble, "she shall have her dead husband, if it is any comfort to her."
Huntingdon returned, and, with his hat drawn over his eyes, went straight to the library. He kissed the face of the dead passionately and his sob and violent burst of sorrow told his child of his arrival. She lifted her rigid face, and extended her arms pleadingly. "Father! father! here, at least, you will forgive me!" He turned from her sternly, and answered, with bitter emphasis "I will not!
"No please it will be so much easier if I finish what I have to say first," he said rather pleadingly. "Well the situation here between Rose and myself must be plain to you now." Oliver nodded, he hoped in not too knowing a way. "Plain. How that situation arose is another matter. And a matter that would take a good deal too long to tell.
It was that dirty spalpeen av a Podds." "Are you sure?" said Leonore, pleadingly. "You are not deceiving me?" "Begobs," said Dennis, "do yez think Oi could stand here wid a dry eye if he was dead?" Leonore put her head on Dennis's shoulder, and began to sob softly. For a moment Dennis looked aghast at the results of his speech, but suddenly his face changed.
I added hopefully, "Sir, will you not make me a monk of the Swami Order?" I looked pleadingly at my guru. During preceding years, in order to test the depth of my determination, he had refused this same request. Today, however, he smiled graciously. "Very well; tomorrow I will initiate you into swamiship." He went on quietly, "I am happy that you have persisted in your desire to be a monk.
A sister, pressing timidly forward near to him who had been chosen, took his hand, and looked pleadingly into the face of the messenger. "May not I, too, go?" she asked. "I believe I could help a little." The messenger smiled at her, seeing to whose hand she clung. "I think so," he said; "but we shall see." "When do we go?" asked the brother. "Not yet.
Your husband's got my word. You'll find we aren't forgetful." Then he drew back under cover, and moved away to where, scattered along the path, well sheltered from view, a large party of dismounted horsemen were awaiting his orders. Effie turned to her husband. "You're coming back with me, Bob?" she said, almost pleadingly. "It's a long way to home." Bob's eyes gazed straight into hers.
Numbers of poor villagers were wont to come from a distance every Sunday, being entertained in their Vicar's kitchen between the services. These lingered about the house in distress, unable to persuade themselves to seek their distant homes while one so dear to them lay probably dying. "If we could only look at him once more!" they whispered pleadingly.
"O Deerfoot!" moaned the mother, as, with tremulous lip, she sank into the nearest chair and looked pleadingly toward him, holding her apron ready to raise to her eyes; "tell me where is my Jack!" "My friend told Deerfoot that his brother had gone to hunt the horse that has wandered off." "But that was more than a week ago; he ought to have come back a good while since. O Deerfoot "
"Christopher," she said coaxingly, "will you really take me down to the sea when I like?" "Whenever you like." "Then do it this afternoon. Now, at once," she cried pleadingly, and seeing his face of amazement, added, "you promised, Christopher." "Of course. I'll do it; but why not to-morrow, when we can have a long day?"
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