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'Why, 'tis a good knave, yon Viridus. He promised or ever I asked it. He was on his knees before her as she sat, with his arms about her waist. 'Sha't not cry, dear dove, he mumbled. 'Sha't go with me to Paris. She sighed: 'No, no. Bide here, and passed her hand through his ruffled hair. 'I would slay thee an thou were false to me, he whispered over her hand. 'Get thee with me.
"I must say good-bye." She returned to the grave, rested both hands tenderly on the marble cross, and kissed it. "I'm better now," she sighed, looking up at me quietly. "I forgive you." She joined her companion again, and they left the burial-ground. I saw them stop near the church and speak to the sexton's wife, who had come from the cottage, and had waited, watching us from a distance.
Then he sat by the side of the dead man and sighed, as he remembered that they had lived together for the last three years. Tyapa entered holding his head like a goat which is ready to butt. He sat down quietly and seriously on the opposite side of the teacher's body, looked into the dark, silent face, and began to sob. "So . . . he is dead . . . I too shall die soon. . . ."
"I used to be frightened by the things that happened to Viola, but now I know they are natural, just as natural as anything else. My loved ones are not far away, they are very near, but, oh, so intangible. If I could only touch them!" In this was the cry of her soul. She deeply sighed. "I am growing old, and that means I live in the past more and more.
I've wanted you all my life." "And will," she sighed, trying to release herself. "Edith! Don't! I can't bear it! Take the golden hour as the glittering sands of eternity sweep past us. So much is yours and mine, out of all that is past and to come." "As you wish," she responded. Then, after another pause, she said: "Don't you want to read to me?"
Bertram's picture is coming on!" "That's the dickens of it, in a way," sighed Bertram, with a faint smile. "I am amazed and a little frightened, I'll admit at the universality of the interest. You see, the Winthrops have been pleased to spread it, for one reason or another, and of course many already know of the failures of Anderson and Fullam. That's why, if I should fail "
I sighed wearily. "This is a strange business, Harley. I begin to think that the mystery is darker than I ever supposed." We fell silent again. The weird cry of a night hawk came from somewhere in the valley, but otherwise everything within and without the great house seemed strangely still. This stillness presently imposed its influence upon me, for when I spoke again, I spoke in a low voice.
Lasse was not sure-footed in the dark, and had more and more frequently to put down his burden. He grew weary and breathless, and the cheerful words died away upon his lips. "Ah, how heavy it is!" he sighed. "What a lot of rubbish you do scrape together in the course of time!" Then he sat down upon the chest, quite out of breath. He could do no more.
"Not quite; I can supply you with three dollars, but three hundred would be rather beyond my means." "You are too kind, too generous! I ought not to accept such a liberal gift." "Mamma, I am tired. Take me up in your arms," said the child. "Poor child! He has been on his feet all day," sighed the mother.
Shadrach, you be still now and listen." The Captain opened his mouth and raised a hand. "Be still, Shadrach," repeated Zoeth. The hand fell. Captain Gould sighed. "All right, Zoeth," he said. "I'll keep my batch closed long's I can. Heave ahead, Judge." The letter was a long one, covering several sheets of foolscap. It began: To Shadrach, Gould and Zoeth Hamilton, my old partners and friends.