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It makes everything unworthy in me want to crawl away and lose itself, while everything good in me wants to sing. Don't you feel that way about it, too?" "Something like that," replied Gladys softly. "When Nature is so lovely, it makes me want to be lovely, too, to match. I don't see how anyone could ever be angry here, or selfish, or mean.
They raised their heads and blew softly at us; but we lay still, and shortly they quieted down. "Now," breathed Bagsby, "when I give the word, fire. And each man grab a horse by the picket rope, stampede the rest, and hustle back to Vasquez. Ready!" We raised our pieces, but before the command to fire was given, one of the sleepers threw aside his blanket, stretched himself and arose.
Then Lakla bent toward me, and for the second time kissed me. "Come!" she said to Larry. Hand in hand they moved away, into the corridor that led to the door outside of which waited the Shining One and its priestess. And unseen by them, wrapped as they were within their love and sacrifice, I crept softly behind.
"If it had been no. I could have said it sooner," Ray answered, softly. "May I come back?" he asked, when he helped her down at the door in Pilgrim Street, and held her hand fast for a minute. "O yes; come back and see mother," Ray replied, her face all beautiful with smile and color. Mother knew all the story, that minute, as well as when it was told her afterward.
The boy, often not knowing how to give expression to his desire for action, would take up his fellow-workmen, lift them high into the air, and drop them, not always softly, to the ground. Or when his anger was roused, he would imprint black and blue marks on their backs with his strong fists.
They knew that angry cowboys were a trifle undiscriminating, and didn't care to risk hanging more than was necessary. A long time seemed to pass after they were gone, but in reality it wasn't more than fifteen minutes before I heard some one steal up and softly unlock the door.
The sentry on duty before the house saluted as he recognized him, and allowed him to enter the dwelling. Baker wasted no time downstairs, but went directly to Lloyd's sitting room, and rapped softly on the door. In response to his knock, a nurse appeared in the doorway. "What is it?" she asked. "I have come to see your patient, Major Goddard, who I am told has regained consciousness."
What has been done in small things can be done in large. Shall be," she said softly. Waldo listened. To him the words were no confession, no glimpse into the strong, proud, restless heart of the woman. They were general words with a general application. He looked up into the sparkling sky with dull eyes.
There was no scabbard on his left side, but his right hand held a long bright sword. For a second he lifted the light high, while he took in the scene. His eyes were dark and dancing, like the ripples on a peat stream. "So-ho!" he said softly. "Murder! And by our own vermin!" He appeared to brood for a second, and then he acted.
When all were asleep that night, Shamus slipped from his bed and went into the woods where he began to play softly his song of the wind in the trees. Louder and louder he played, and sure enough, the blackbird soon came and perched on a tree near by. When he had done, the bird said, "It is a pleasure to hear a song well-played."
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