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The words were scarcely spoken, and his flying footsteps were still audible as he ran lightly up the Close, when the cathedral clock began to strike. There was only one emphatic throb of the iron tongue, followed by a long reverberation, and then came the chime. The Tenor, who had risen, stood listening, with upturned face, until the end. But the chime failed of its effect for once.
Was there a shadow-like presentiment creeping over that young spirit then, telling him to nestle close, close, for the time was coming when those two hearts would throb no more beside each other, and that the waves of life's ocean would some day cast one upon the shore, and bear the other far out to sea? Even so! It was dim, ghost-like, and undefined; but still the shadow flitted there darkly!
She gave him her hand with a sweet smile, and despite his ill-humor, Louis could not suppress a throb as he saw how brilliantly beautiful she was. "You have made us wait, madame," said he, "but your appearance to-day repays us for your tardiness."
She did not put these questions to herself until his conduct suggested that he was seeking her society as a suitor; but having put them, she was pleased to find her heart throb with the hope of a stimulating and dear discovery. Certain causes contributed to convince her that this hope rested on a sure foundation causes associated with her present life and point of view.
Is it one of your brothers?" she asked, with a painful throb at her heart; for something in his looks and his expression made her certain that if the summons came he would have to go. "No, George and Fred are hard as nails; nothing is likely to ail them, nor would their illness necessitate my going home.
Her Philip! Her heart gave a great throb, for the knowledge that she was a wife came home to her with a pleasant shock. Her name was no longer Guida Landresse de Landresse, but Guida d'Avranche. She had gone from one tribe to another, she had been adopted, changed. A new life was begun. She rose, slowly made her way down to the sea, and proceeded along the sands and shore-paths to the town.
Slept the red bolt of Vengeance in that hour When virtuous Freedom fell the slave of Power! Slumber'd the God of Justice! that no brand Blasted with blazing wing the impious band! Dread God of Justice! to thy will I kneel, Though still my filial heart must bleed and feel; Though still the proud convulsive throb will rise, When fools my country's wrongs and woes despise;
Oh, the happy, happy times, before anger and jealousy and rage and the mad impulse of murder had darkened their sun shine! The memories that brought the tenderest throb to Pete as he sat there fingering the lifeless hand were of the great deeds that he had done for Philip how he had fought for him, and been licked for him, and taken bloody noses for him, and got thrashed for it by Black Tom.
"Madelon," said M. Linders, roused by the noise she had made in opening the shutters. A sudden throb of joy came over her as she heard his voice again, and she went swiftly and stood by his bedside. "Are you better, papa?" she said, putting her two little cool hands into one of his, hot with fever. "We are alone, are we not?" he answered, looking feebly around. "Come and sit up here by me.
Psychically they were affected as by ecclesiasticism. The perfume of the cologne and the throb of the engines swept them with a sense of esthetic reverie, the thrill of travel, and the atmosphere of elegance. Moreover, the story of the Hutch money and the Hutch hairs had in some undefined way affiliated the two.
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