United States or El Salvador ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Ah! my dear, all is lost." Pierre sat up in bed, very pale. His bull neck, which his unbuttoned night-shirt exposed to view, all his soft, flabby flesh seemed to swell with terror. At last he sank back, pale and tearful, looking like some grotesque Chinese figure in the middle of the untidy bed. "The marquis," continued Felicite, "thinks that Prince Louis has succumbed.
An excited little man ran into the dingy room, and began a whispered conversation with the tired dyspeptic. 'But, my God! said the latter, in a tearful voice; 'I must have it I've got my men to pay. At this everybody pricked an ear. 'It's all right, old man, said the other. 'Here's the cheque, and it's as good as the Bank of England. But I've only just this minute got it.
The street, at 'change hours, presented a crowd of haggard faces, furrowed with care, their eyes fixed and despairing. Some looked white with apprehension, some crushed and tearful, others stony, sullen, or defiant.
'I'm dy... ing, that's what, said Nikita brokenly and with difficulty. 'Give what is owing to me to my lad, or to my wife, no matter. 'Why, are you really frozen? asked Vasili Andreevich. 'I feel it's my death. Forgive me for Christ's sake... said Nikita in a tearful voice, continuing to wave his hand before his face as if driving away flies.
"I'm sorry I told him where you were," fluttered Aunt Agatha, taking a conscience-stricken and somewhat tearful gulp of very hot tea. "I I am indeed, but I couldn't in the least know that he went about killing people, could I, Diane?" "No," said Diane patiently. "No, of course not. Don't bother about it. Aunt Agatha. Why not wait until your tea is a little cooler?"
During the morning Millicent wept several times at the thought of leaving the Lump; and her final farewell was tearful indeed. But Pollyooly believed that her sadness would not last long: they had decided that the empire-builder would have fair hair and a large and flowing moustache. After Millicent's departure their life settled down into its usual even tenour.
"You had better consider what you owe to me," Bayne gayly retorted, seeking to effect a diversion. "Oh, you, you! But for you! When I think of what you have done for Archie, and for me, I could fall down at your feet and worship you!" she exclaimed with tearful fervor. "Oh, oh, this is so sudden!" he cried, with a touch of his old whimsicality. "Don't don't make fun of me!" she expostulated.
Never doubting whose the embrace, she leaned her head against his bosom, stayed her sobs with the one word "Cruel!" and slowly opening her tearful eyes, lifted them to the face that bent over hers. It was Liftore's. She was dumb with disappointment and dismay. It was a hateful moment. He kissed her forehead and eyes, and sought her mouth. She shrieked aloud.
She sank upon a chair near the entrance, and fixed her tearful eyes with inexpressible agony upon the pale form, which lay upon the bed, near the open door, leading into the garden.
I determined then and there that no more foolish expression of regret should cross my lips; that I would keep all such nonsense to myself; so when Flurry ran in very tearful and desponding, I took Ruth's cue, and talked to her as cheerfully as possible, giving her such vivid descriptions of the cottage and the garden, and the dear little honeysuckle arbor where Dot and she could have tea, that she speedily forgot all her regrets in delicious anticipations.
Word Of The Day