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Dr. Archie turned up the student's lamp and sat down in the swivel chair before his desk. He sat uneasily, beating a tattoo on his knees with his fingers, and looked about him as if he were bored. He glanced at his watch, then absently took from his pocket a bunch of small keys, selected one and looked at it.
When his cabman had found him and driven him off she went to her desk, opened a private drawer in it, took out her falher's last letter, and sat for some time looking at it without unfolding it.
Another old man, at the next stopping-place, made a beautiful picture, as he sat inside his open door, in a great, rough, home-made armchair, with a black bear-skin for a pillow, a large, strong man, with long, shining, silver hair. We were very much pleased to find that we were to spend the night there, he looked so interesting.
Then there was an old lady and her three daughters who sat on the camp-stools by the step-ladder; the same fat old lady, bedizened with finery, and the same three young ladies, with strong features and dismal dresses, which the traveler encounters all over the Continent of Europe.
But in his mind's eye he saw also Rover and heard him bark. How could he be managed? "He will come to me if I call him," pondered Jake, while his two companions sat watching his face, "but you may have to kill him. Poor Rover!" "You call the dog and leave him to me," said the oldest thief, and shut his teeth hard. And so it was arranged.
They sat together on the same chair, their arms encircling each other; they wept for the same dead; they had the same hope, and trust, and overflowing love in the living.
That night, after retiring to his room, Carson sat a long time at the open window, gazing out through the whispering trees toward the fall moon that was rising in the east. The old feeling of sadness and disappointment stole over him and gave him a sensation of uncontrollable loneliness in the world. "I suppose I was mistaken about Lizette," he finally muttered.
One from a neighboring machine sat on the floor, Miller's head on her lap. Two others stood by.... Carlisle, holding to the silenced machine with a small gloved hand, gazed down as at a bit of stage-play. They had formed a screen about the fallen girl, under MacQueen's directions, to cut her off from the general view. The superintendent's gaze swept critically about.
WEIGHING DELIGHT AND DOLE. Hamlet; i. 2. "Oh, this is completely captivating," Mrs. Frostwinch said, as she sat down to luncheon in Edith Fenton's pretty dining-room, and looked at the large mound-like bouquet of richly tinted spring leaves which adorned the centre of the table. "That is the advantage of having brains. One always finds some delightful surprise or other at your house."
And so, partly from despair, and partly from that instinct which makes even the most sensitive of mortals wish to pour their secret troubles into another's ear, partly even from drunken recklessness, Edward Conway sat on his verandah this morning and poured his troubles into the designing ear of Jud Carpenter. The refrain of his woe was that luck luck remorseless luck was against him.
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