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For all day long Rachel had been lifting, and sorting, and carrying, in the potato-field, finding in the severe physical exertion the only relief from restlessness. She shook her head irritably and came to stand by the wood fire which Janet had just lit, a welcome brightness in the twilight room. "Suppose you knock up " began Janet in a tone of remonstrance. Rachel cut her short.
Alfred was in truth an artist, and both the lights and shadows of his life were those of the artistic temperament. His love of books, his love of strangers, his questionings of travellers and scholars, betray an imaginative restlessness that longs to break out of the narrow world of experience which hemmed him in. At one time he jots down news of a voyage to the unknown seas of the north.
In the course of the night, the old man had several fits of restlessness and delirium; he would call out upon Theophrastus, and Geber, and Albertus Magnus, and other sages of his art; and anon would murmur about fermentation and projection, until, toward daylight, he once more sunk into a salutary sleep.
Of course I went; and sat on a back seat, a second Sylvester, a second author of the piece, for it is impossible that he can have felt the strain of anxiety, the strange feeling compounded of pleasure and its opposite, the restlessness amounting to real pain, in any greater degree than I did myself.
We meet Mike in his prime in his twenty-ninth year a man of various capabilities, which an inveterate restlessness of temperament had left undeveloped a man of genius, diswrought with passion, occasionally stricken with ambition. "Let me have those glasses. There she is! I am sure it is she there, leaning against the Embankment. Yes, yes, it is she. Look at her.
This restlessness, which those who have lost it call divine, took possession of Julia that springtime, and a dissatisfaction with the simple life and its narrow limits beset her.
If you watch closely, you will see that it is always the same side of the head which it seeks to bury in the pillow, or to rest on its nurse's arm, and that no other position seems to give any ease, except this one, which, after much restlessness, the child will take up, and to which, if disturbed, it will always return.
He jerked up his head, sounded a defiant outcry, stiffened his legs for action. This for a moment only, for he did not act somehow felt it was not yet time. But he gave way to a grim restlessness. He took to rocking like a chained elephant from right hind to left fore, from left hind to right fore legs changing, always changing.
She opened the door and looked in. So far, no reason would be wanted. The patient was sleeping peacefully. But not in the bed. He was lying, partly dressed and covered with a blanket, on the sofa. With the restlessness of convalescence he had changed his couch in the morning after a wakeful night, and was now sleeping far into the morning.
Christie did not notice her as she came in, and even Effie only silently held out her hand to her as she drew near. "She will never speak again," said the nurse, who had been watching her for several minutes. All pain, all restlessness, seemed past. Effie, bending over her, could only now and then moisten her parched lips and wipe the damp from her forehead.
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