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"If there were ghosts we would spend all our time gaping for a sight of the dead, and we'd not do our duty by the living. But surely there'd be no harm just for once, when I'm so put about with this strange house, in letting me see in the glass just the outline of her wee head on her wee shoulders...." But there was nothing. She sobbed and caught at Richard's hands, and was instantly reassured.
I have no doubt he had his nest of wish piping to him all the while: only it seems quaint, dear, quaint, and against everything we've been reading of lovers! Love was his bread and butter! Her dark eyes showered. 'And to tell you what you do not know of him, his way of making love is really, she sobbed, 'pretty.
The avenger flung himself about, face downward on the rock. "God!" he sobbed, in an agony of remorse. "Forgive me, God! I cannot do it! I am weak unfit!... Not even to save her! not even to save her!" He writhed in the anguish of his love and rage and self-abasement. He had failed; he was too weak to do the deed. But God Would God permit that evil should befall her?
You are right, my child. Let us do anything, if it is for the sake of his dear memory," sobbed the widow, whose love death had sanctified, and endowed with an added tenderness. "But, Olive, you must write I cannot!" Olive assented. She had long taken upon herself all similar duties. At once she sat down to pen this formidable letter.
Meanwhile Arthur had rushed into the room, and the two lifted the sufferer up to the sofa, where he sank back and lay for a moment or two, half dazed; then, in answer to poor Helen's agonized pleading, he gazed at her once more. "David, David!" she sobbed, choking; "listen to me; it cannot be, David, no, no! And see, here is Arthur Arthur! And David he is your son, he is Mary's child!"
She sobbed, and with a sudden feeling of modesty freed her wrists from his grasp. He noticed, however, that no blush rose to her face. Truth to tell, her virginal loyalty was not in question; she had no cause to reproach herself with any betrayal; it was he alone, perforce, who had awakened her to love.
For several minutes she sobbed so loudly that she did not hear the sound of footsteps upon the graveled walk. Anna had followed her, partly out of curiosity, and partly out of pity, the latter of which preponderated when she saw how bitterly her cousin was weeping. Going up to her she said, "Don t cry so, 'Lena. Look up and talk. It's Anna, your cousin."
I'll tear them out. There." She laughed laughed with brimming eyes until she sobbed again. Her feelings had been on the stretch for hours, and now gave way. Anne bent down from her serenity to notice and soothe the wayward child. "Poor little thing, she wants taking care of as much as anybody. When will her husband come home?" "Never never!" cried Agatha, hardly knowing what she said.
Then, turning as red as a rose, she said, "O sir, that was cruel!" covered her face with her hands, and sobbed aloud. It was only as she was in the midst of these last words that she recognized in the officer before her the sharper-visaged of those two men who had stood by her in Broadway. "Step back here, Mrs. Richling." She came. "Well, madam!
"But what was it that upset you?" he asked, as they started again. Mrs. Polwhele laid her cheek to his shoulder and sobbed aloud; and so by degrees let out her story. "But, my love, the thing's impossible!" cried Parson Polwhele. "There's no Frenchman in Cornwall at this moment, unless maybe 'tis the Guernsey merchant or some poor wretch of a prisoner escaped from the hulks in the Hamoaze."
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