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He stooped and rearranged the wet towel on her burned hand, held his face close above hers for a second, sighed, frowned, and tiptoed out into the kitchen, closing the door carefully behind him. For more than two hours Kent sat outside in the shade of the house, and stared out over the black desolation of the coulee.
You never feel naughty as long as this, do you, Muffie?" "Never," said Muffie stoutly. "Boys are so different," sighed Miss Bibby. "Well, let us have one more peep before I go," pleaded Kate. They tiptoed round to the verandah window again. But this time there was no sign whatever of the rebel though both doors were still locked on the outside.
If we could have kept the thing going for only a few weeks longer, I think that I might have established some sort of a reputation." He sighed. "A reputation, perhaps," he admitted; "but not of the best order. You do not wish to be known only as the portrayer of unnatural passions, the interpreter of diseased desires. It would be an ephemeral reputation.
"I hope not!" she sighed. Lanyard opened his eyes wide at her. "You hope not, Liane?" "I hope this time history will not altogether repeat itself. You see, my friend, I think I know what is in your mind, memories of old times...."
"You see," he explained, "in these war days we must be very saving, for every franc that we can spare goes to my father and my uncle, who are in the army." "I know," sighed the agent. "Wherever I go it is the same. All the men are at the front. But the cost of the trip I suggested is very little, and I myself should be glad to " "No, Monsieur Leclerq," interrupted Madame Bretton.
"Rienzi!" said the lady, approaching; "a fit one to stir a Roman heart. Nay no excuses: they would sound ill on thy generous lips. Ah, if " the Signora paused suddenly, and sighed again; then in an altered and graver tone she resumed "If fate restore Rienzi to his proper fortunes, he shall know what thou deemest of him."
"Seer Marcous " she whispered. I took her hands in mine. "Oh, my dear," said I, "why did you leave me?" "I was wicked. And I was a little fool," said Carlotta. I sighed, released her, walked a bit apart. There was a blubber from the egregious old woman in the threshold. "Oh, Monsieur is not going to drive her away." I turned upon her.
She walked about the room, looked at Cecilia and the half-finished chair, and sighed deeply at the thought that she might be rehearsing with Winifred and Gilbert, the pony and Hero, instead of staying alone in her room. At last she remembered her knitting, and took it up rather reluctantly. "I do wish I hadn't worn Mother's dress," she thought.
The result was three letters: the largest addressed to a famous society in London, one to a solicitor in Montreal, and one to Mr. Field, the chief factor. They were all sealed carefully. Then he rose, took out his knife, and went over to the box as if to break the red seal. He paused, however, sighed, and put the knife back again. As he did so he felt something touch his leg. It was the dog.
When asked his age by the boys, he was accustomed to answer, "Well, massa, I'se going on two hundred now." The old fellow manifested no sympathy for the cause of his master, and even he sighed for freedom. When asked of what value freedom could be to him now, he answered, impatiently, "Well, massa, isn't a hundred and eight years long enough to be a slave?"
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