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The rising sun also the song of the birds among the bowers the lowing of the cattle as they were driven to pasture the sight of the hind, who, with her fawn trotting by her side, often crossed some forest glade within view of the travellers, all contributed to dispel the terror of Eveline's nocturnal visions, and soothe to rest the more angry passions which had agitated her bosom at her departure from Baldringham.
"Yes, yes, I am satisfied . . . observe my untroubled look," and he broke into his hearty and somewhat noisy laugh. "You are not hiding anything from me, my dear fellow?" "What a donkey you are, old fellow. I tell you that everything is going on well." And he resumed his song, jingling the money in his pockets. "All is going on well, but it will take some time," he went on.
"Colonel Marmaduke Ruggles of the British army," said Mrs. Effie in a peculiar tone, as if she were trying over a song. "It may indeed be the best way out of an impossible situation," continued Belknap-Jackson musingly. "Otherwise we face a social upheaval that might leave us demoralized for years say nothing of making us a laughingstock with the rabble. In fact, I see nothing else to be done."
"Orpheus," says the Cardinal, "could move rocks and trees, but he could not make them sing; therefore thou art greater than Orpheus, for thou compellest my aged Muse to song."
Almost instantly, those on the fast-receding shore heard from the boat the soft notes of some one in song. Under the conditions, whatever the words and the air, they floated back as many of those left behind had heard the old voyageur take his leave. But this song came from neither of the weatherworn steersmen, nor from the stolid members of their half-breed crew.
Three times the mother and child saw the blossoms cover the twisted branches of the olive trees and fade again; three times the valley was filled with golden wheat swaying in the wind, and the song of the reaper was heard in the fields.
Except for the song of a distant blackbird, running through its repertoire before retiring for the night, everything was silent. She sat there, dipping and painting and dipping again, with never a word for me standing patiently and humbly behind her. "Miss Derrick," I said. She half turned her head. "Yes." "Why won't you speak to me?" I said. "I don't understand you." "Why won't you speak to me?"
On the completion of their work, the Old Testament Company assigned to a special committee chosen out of their number the remaining books of the Apocrypha, viz. 1 and 2 Esdras, the remainder of Esther, Baruch, Song of the Three Children, Susanna, Bel and the Dragon, and the Prayer of Manasses.
She was evidently not thinking of his song, though she said three or four times over that it was beautiful. "Well, I only wanted you to know, and now I must go," she added; but on his hearthrug she lingered with such an odd helplessness that he felt almost sorry for her. "Perhaps I can improve it if you find it doesn't go," said Baron. "I'm so delighted to do anything for you I can."
As he gazed around at the matted verdure, his ears caught a strange sound which was yet not utterly strange. It was a roaring, throaty voice, such as is only developed in the stress of storm and thundering canvas. It was raised in raucous song: 'Arf a ton o' white paint, 'arf a ton o' black, 'Arf a ton o' 'nammellers, an' paint pots in th' rack.
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