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Toward morning, the fire died, leaving the huge frame, like an ice-covered palace, looming darkly against the college hill. In another fraternity house, Shorts was in bed, face and hands swathed in bandages. Swipes and Spuddy, tear-stained and pale, stood by the door, waiting. "If only they would come and tell us something!" moaned Spuddy. "Boys, if the Captain goes, I'm done for."
She leant upon the wall, and he sat upon it so that he could keep an eye open for any returning dogs. Two, at any rate, were up on the hillside and keeping up a vexatious barking. She was tear-stained, but not very wretched now, because for half an hour he had been repeating that she was brave and had saved his life. But a new fear was growing in her mind.
"You are a pig to do that, not a cat. . . ." From the dining-room there is a door leading into the nursery. There, at a table covered with stains and deep scratches, sits Styopa, a high-school boy in the second class, with a peevish expression of face and tear-stained eyes.
The room seemed to buzz, and everything to turn upside down and just then, she heard another cry "Oh, I want Polly, I do!" With a bound, Polly was at Mr. King's side, with her face on his coat, close to the little tear-stained one.
"Wild flower, what troubles thee?" one day, and again, "Emily, my royal Emily, art thou sighing for wings?" November came and passed, and the gates of the new year were opening, still all the way lay dark before me. Night after night my tear-stained pillow told my sorrow mutely, and day after day I sighed. Mother was not well, and I felt that everything was wrong.
Purdy, who was wintering in Florida a tear-stained, blotted, misspelled letter that had been achieved with great difficulty. It ran: Dear Mis Purdy, me and Dan Lewis is pinched again. But I ain't a Dellinkent. The jedge says theres a diffrunce. He says he was not puting me in becose I was bad but becose I was not brot upright. He says for me to be good and stay here and git a education.
The high-spirited girl had not shed so many tears, as in the course of this interview, since the fatal affair at Abyla where she had lost her father and brother; it was with a tear-stained face and aching head that she had made her way back, under the scorching mid-day sun, to Rufinus' house, where she sought her old nurse.
But nothing had changed. After the funeral her mother had come home with her, and the others, many with tear-stained faces, had drifted in separate ways back to eat their separate dinners.
"Why, Allan, what is the matter with you?" he asked, noting my tear-stained face. I gave him the letter, for I could not speak, and with difficulty he deciphered it. "Merciful God, what dreadful news!" he said when he had finished. "Those poor people! those poor, misguided people! What can be done for them?" "I know one thing that can be done, father, or at any rate can be attempted.
She was finally put to bed in an uncontrollable fit of grief. When she was gone, the memory of her tear-stained face melted her brothers' wrath. They even laughed heartily over Badgy's disastrous industry; and at last, relenting, they decided that he should live, provided he could be kept out of further mischief. The little girl heard the good news early in the morning and was overjoyed.
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