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It is useless to trouble yourself so much about it. Of her own accord she will come back, and you may safely swear of her own accord she went." "Guy Oleander, you lie!" The voice rang silver-sweet, clear as a bugle-blast, through the room. All sprung to their feet. "Ah-h-h-h-h!" The wordless cry of affright came from Mrs. Carl Walraven. Dr.
More than once Ming-Y thought of departing; but each time Sië would begin, in that silver-sweet voice of hers, so wondrous a story of the great poets of the past, and of the women whom they loved, that he became as one entranced; or she would sing for him a song so strange that all his senses seemed to die except that of hearing.
And the bell that was ending its ringing, if it was solemn, was also silver-sweet. Glenfernie determined that he would go to church. He entered with the White Farm folk and he sat with them, leaving the laird's high-walled, curtained pew without human tenancy. Mrs. Grizel came but to morning sermon.
Then the cone dropped as though falling from exhausted hands, and I had no further message from this "spirit." As we waited breathlessly the clear, silver-sweet voice of a little girl was heard by every one at the table. "Good-evening, everybody. I am Maud; I came with my mamma. I have come to ask you to be very kind to her." "I am very glad to hear you, 'Maud," I answered.
"Well," said Aunt Agatha in melancholy resignation, "if you must turn gypsy, my dear, and wander about the country, Johnny Jutes is the best one to go along. He's old and faithful and used to your whims and surely after thirty years of service, he won't break into tantrums." Silver-sweet through the quiet house came the careless ripple of a flute, showering light and sensuous music.
I weep for that once so lovely lady widowed, discrowned, needy, desolate a beggar in the land where her father was a great king. A hard fate, Angela, father and husband both murdered." "Was the Queen's father murdered too?" asked the silver-sweet voice out of darkness, a pretty piping note like the song of a bird. "Yes, love." "Did Bradshaw murder him?"
It is my soul that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears." These reflections are almost "asides." They ought hardly to be spoken aloud. They denote that Romeo is still in his trance. They have, however, another and unfortunate influence: they retard the action of the play.
'Nine o'clock, said Miss Wendover, wrapping her shawl round her, and rising to go into the drawing-room as the church clock chimed silver-sweet across the elm tops and the misty meadows. 'Too late for this evening's post; but I will write to Lady Micheldever to-night, and my letter will be ready for the midday mail to-morrow. I hope she has not found anybody yet.
May this great game go on forever, serene in its power to bring out the best that is in us, and when the Great Bugler sounds the silver-sweet call of taps for all too many, there will still be those who in their turn will answer the call of reveille to carry on the traditions of the great day that was ours. It is as true in football, as it is in life, that we have no use for a quitter.
He held the gate open until Cousin Bessie and Louis had passed out. I was standing on the topmost step waiting to see them off, and Mr. Nyle, looking at me to attract my attention, struck an attitude exactly like that in which they had surprised Dr. Campbell, leaning just as languidly upon the bars. "How silver-sweet sound lovers tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!"
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