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Hiland Silkirk, with tears of gratitude in his eyes, got aboard, and the triumphant Jehu turned his horse and started homeward. "Well done, good and faithful servant, forasmuch as you have done good unto one of the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto me." Captain Nicholas McDuffy.
Amy never could remain long under a cloud, and seeing Helen's tears, began to cheer both her cousin and herself. "Hoffman said he might live with care, don't you remember? and Hoffman knows the case better than we. Let us ask him if Casimer is worse. You do it; I can't without betraying myself." Cumberland. Leaving Amy to compose herself, Helen went away to find Hoffman.
Och hone! och hone! oh, never did I think to see your head lie so low. My bhoy! my bhoy! why did you die? Why did You lave your frinds, and your money, and your good clothes, and your poor owld mother?" Convulsive sobs again choked her utterance. She flung herself upon the neck of the corpse, and bathed the face and hands of him, who had once been her own, with burning tears.
The inspectress, Madame Armand, interrupted this conversation; she came to seek Fleur-de-Marie. After having again burst into sobs, and bathed with tears of despair the hands of the girl, Mont Saint Jean fell back on the bench quite overcome with sorrow, not even thinking of the promise just made to her by Fleur-de-Marie.
We could almost extinguish our own home-fires, that seem too bright when we think of your darkness; the laugh dies on our lip, the lamp burns dim through our tears, and we seem scarcely worthy to speak words of comfort, lest we seem as those who mock a grief they cannot know. But is there no consolation?
"Look at her!" There was no need for further explanations; in saying that he had said all. Marcone turned and looked across the room. She had not moved since their conversation began. There was no doubt, no fear, even no grief in her face; there was nothing in it but the shadow of death. The smuggler's eyes filled with tears as he looked at her.
And he had taken the little fellow home and had seen him fling himself into his mother's arms, and with tears and sobs tell her of the "poor lady whose husband had driven her right out into the blizzard, don't you think, mamma, and only her nighty on; and, mamma, she hadn't done one single bad thing not one!"
Tears were pouring down the faces of men who did not know what it was to cry; women were sobbing and laughing by turns. The shrill cheers of the California boys rose high above all. There was the report of guns, the cracking of pistols, the joyful pealing of bells. New York papers sold readily at five dollars each. No more business that day. Joy and gayety reigned.
Once when she was bathing his face, Hugh thought she lingered longer over it than was necessary and drew himself back on his pillow suddenly, saying: "Don't Elizabeth. I should have my arms about you in a minute if you did that, and you are John's wife and I couldn't look him in the face if I did a thing of that sort." Elizabeth turned away without replying, her eyes full of tears.
"I never would know what the 'Cry of the Children' meant, or anything about Cowper's grave, would I? And if I punctuated it myself, I might not get all she meant. I might make a meaning of my own, and that would be sad." "I think you do," said Miss Prudence; "when I read it to you and the children, there were tears in your eyes, but the others said all they liked was my voice."
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