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"Which we will," said Lew, looking tenderly at the ragged and ill-made house-wife that Cris had given him, with a lock of her hair worked into a sprawling "L" upon the cover. "It was the best I could," she sobbed. "I wouldn't let mother nor the Sergeant's tailor 'elp me. Keep it always, Piggy, an' remember I love you true."
There, there, leave me now, I'm weak and ill leave me till we both can get into better moods." Pale with suppressed shame and anger, he went away, wishing in the depth of his soul that Gregory was at the bottom of the Atlantic. Again she buried her face in her pillow and sobbed and moaned, "How can I marry that man! He makes my very flesh creep."
For very manhood be-Latin me not! Oh, Gerard, is it thus you and I meet after all, after all?" And she cowered almost to her knees and sobbed with superstitious fear and wounded affection. Impregnated as he was with Satanophobia he might perhaps have doubted still whether this distressed creature, all woman and nature, was not all art and fiend.
Harper sobbed as if her heart would break. "I hope Tom's better off where he is," said Sid, "but if he'd been better in some ways " "SID!" Tom felt the glare of the old lady's eye, though he could not see it. "Not a word against my Tom, now that he's gone! God'll take care of HIM never you trouble YOURself, sir! Oh, Mrs. Harper, I don't know how to give him up! I don't know how to give him up!
I am dying peacefully simply because I have come to know that teaching and believe in it. May God grant you this knowledge soon! Good-by." I kissed his hand and left the room quietly. When I got to the front door, I rushed to a lonely stone tower, and there sobbed my heart out in the darkness like a child.
"Oh, Ronald, Ronald it is you who do not know," she sobbed. Ronald did not quite know what to do; he never did when Joe cried, but fortunately that disaster had not occurred often since he was very small. He was angry with himself for having disturbed and hurt her, but he did not know what to do, most probably because he did not really love her.
McSwiggins wiped her eyes and sobbed, "I reckon it was, honey," but Mary McSwiggins with her eyes shining as they had never shone before in her sad little life said softly to her mother, "I'll bet it was them girls and that Bart boy. I'll bet it was " "What girls?" asked Mrs. McSwiggins. "Them girls down at the Judge's in the big house.
I I can't hurt you, because I once so loved you but now now, what is there left for me to do, but to leave you? You'll be happier so you'll have perfect liberty you needn't even think of me unless, perhaps, as one dead and buried long ago " She raised herself in his arms and looked at him piteously. "Won't you give me a chance?" she sobbed. "Not one?
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.
I opened the book at random, and began to read; the first passage on which my eyes lighted was the following:— ‘“He who committeth the sin against the Holy Ghost shall not be forgiven, either in this world or the next. ”’ Here Peter was seized with convulsive tremors. Winifred sobbed violently. I got up, and went away.