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And as the boy and he sorted herbs, he cried, "Is there no balm in Gilead?" And the boy answered, "The balm of Gilead grows six full paces from the gate, my Father." But the hermit said, "I spoke in a figure, my son I meant not that herb. But, alas! Is there no remedy to heal the physician? No cure for the curer?" And the boy's heart grew heavier day by day, because of the hermit's grief.
How Glory laughed, and sorted, and tied and made errands for string and pins, and seized the opportunity for brushing away great tears of love, and joy, and thankfulness, that would keep coming into her eyes!
He threw a deprecating, half-penitent look at Elizabeth, whose faced twitched with amusement, and sat down in a corner behind her that he might observe without talking. His quick intelligence sorted the people about him almost at once the two yeoman-squires, who were not quite at home in Mrs.
His gravity, and the preciseness of his diction now, sorted most oddly with his foppish airs. Mr. Caryll closed his snuff-box with a snap. A hush fell instantly upon the company, which by now was all crowding about the little table at which sat Mr. Caryll and his three friends.
Every one was bustling about, packing the operating tent and equipment, operating table, instruments, bottles, pans, stretchers, "monkey-boxes," bandages, splints, cooking dixies, bully-beef crates, biscuit tins everything was being packed up and sorted out ready for moving. But where? No one knew. We were going to move... soon, very soon, it was rumoured.
The male citizen of middle age or over, seeking opportunity for companionship and chat, usually went first to the depot, sat about in the waiting room until the train came in, superintended that function, then sojourned to the post office until the mail was sorted, returning later, if he happened to be a particular friend of the depot master, to sit and smoke and yarn until Captain Sol announced that it was time to "turn in."
He did not quite grasp her meaning, but the tone sounded contemptuous, and that sorted little with his self-importance. "I'm the Seigneur's bailiff that's who I am. Gad'rabotin, don't you put on airs with me! I'm for the tribute, so off with the bag and let's see your catch." "I have never yet paid tribute to the seigneur of the manor." "Well, you'll begin now.
He came back with a small but tough jointed rod, some very long lines, and some flashily, bright spoons. "Danny, get a shovel and dig for some grubs," Tom ordered, as he sorted tackle. "When you can't fool black bass with one thing you must try another. If you fellows see any tiny chubs swimming about in the little coves here, try to get a lot of them. We can keep them in a bucket of water. Perch?
Who and what was the girl Desire Michell whom I had come to love through a more profound darkness than that of the sight? It seemed wisest to keep busy for the rest of the afternoon. I sorted my music. There was the score of a musical comedy so nearly completed that it could be sent to those who waited for it. Vere would attend to that, if tonight made it necessary.
A three-year-old child with a large tag pinned across his little dress played with railroad-owned blocks; the matron, a sort of stout Lachesis, with a string of keys at her belt, gray with years and the rather sweet tiredness of service, sorted towels at a rack. It was to her that Lilly spun out a ready tale, reddening as she talked, but stanch to it. "I'm from Indianapolis.
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