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In the old man's tones and gesture there was something just then of the same spell that a great actor exerts over his audience. But does not the poet in us find expression in our affections? "Well," said Eugene, "perhaps you will not be sorry to hear that she is pretty sure to break with de Marsay before long. That sprig of fashion has left her for the Princesse Galathionne.
Wish you success, Merry, old man. Evening, fellows." Ditson departed. Our hero, Rattleton and Jones sat and looked at each other in grim silence for several minutes. "Well?" Frank broke the spell, looking keenly at Jones as he spoke. "I dunno," mumbled Dismal, falling into the manner of speaking that had been habitual with him from his childhood. "I dunno hanged if I do!"
Might it not be that if relief came not speedily Papa Folsom would yield to the spell and fall asleep in his easy-chair? Was it not Miss Folsom's duty to descend and take the burden of entertainment off those elder shoulders? These thoughts oppressed the girl, and starting up, she cried: "It's simply wicked of me staying here and letting poor papa be bored to death.
One thing we have not tried, a spell before which he would vanish away from us at once, by taking quietly the place, whatever it be, to which Nature has assigned him. We have not acknowledged him as our brother. Till we have done so he will be always at our elbow, a perpetual discomfort to himself and us.
The race was a scene in the big snow drama, and it was being filmed several days after the events narrated in the preceding chapter. The thaw was over, there had been a spell of cold weather, and Deerfield was icebound. The lake was a glittering expanse, and the ice on it was thick enough to support a regiment. "A little more to the left, Mr. Sneed!" called Russ, who was taking the pictures.
This letter will find you joyfully busy with the babies and the "only man." Blest woman that you are. But I know you. I have a feeling that you have a few remarks to make. So hurry up. Let us get it off our minds. Then I can better tell you what I am doing. Something is going to happen. It usually does when I am around. I have been asked to chaperone a young girl whose face and name spell romance.
Between nine and ten, at last, in the high clear picture he was moving in these days, as in a gallery, from clever canvas to clever canvas he drew a long breath: it was so presented to him from the first that the spell of his luxury wouldn't be broken.
"Dot's just de way to spell it," said Otto, slapping his friend on the shoulder and laughing as though pleased beyond measure. "Wait till you don't know him as well as I don't." "Deerfoot turned to walk away," continued the young Shawanoe; "he had slept many times in the wood, and he was not afraid, but he had not taken many steps when some one called him.
I think I must have covered my face with my hands to shut out the horrible illusion, if such it was, and Jo.'s little white man-of-all-work coming into the room broke the spell, and I walked out of the house with a sort of dazed fear that delirium tremens might be infectious.
A little old woman in black, with a wrinkled face and sparkling black eyes, was holding a wet handkerchief against one of his temples. He was trying to get these facts fixed in his mind and connected with past events, when the old woman began to talk. "There now, great, big, strong man! That bullet never tetched ye! Jest skeeted along the side of your head and sort of paralysed ye for a spell.
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