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And he told her she could save him, her influence could redeem him, and it wus the only thing that could save him. And Cicely couldn't stand such talk, of course; and she believed him believed that she could love him so well, throw her influence so around him, as to hold him back from any evil course. It is a beautiful hope, the very beautifulest and divinest piece of folly a woman can commit.
"Take care," warned Jasper, pausing a minute in his own work to look over at Van's reckless fingers; "you must shake each one as you pull it down, before you throw it out on the grass, else we'll have all our work to do over again. Oh, Alexia, are you coming to help?" "Of course I am," declared Alexia. "Oh, Van, what a piece of work you are making!"
Captain Wayne, kindly walk straight west from the shed door until you come opposite the Major's position." I noted Brennan throw away the stump of his cigar, and then I walked slowly forward until I reached the point assigned me.
Ralph crept quietly along, under the wall, until he saw the dummy floating at the edge of the water, a few feet below him. He rose on his feet, to throw in the stone; when he heard a deep exclamation behind him and, looking round, he saw a dark figure within two feet of him.
She had said that she would fight this out alone, that she would not, could not, whatever the end might be, bring him again into the shadows, throw his life again into the balance. It was her love, pure, unselfish, a wondrous love, that had prompted her to this course, he knew that and yet But why all this again! His brain was numbed with its incessant dwelling upon it day after day.
Had he been on the top of the tower, he might have felt inclined to throw him over; but as it was, he had to submit to his company with as good a grace as he could command.
Sometimes he thought he would stand it no longer, he would throw down his palette and his brushes, and let the portrait go to blazes, and kneel at her feet, telling her, over and over again, that he loved her, until she would have to believe him. Yet, for there is something inhuman about the artist, he refrained.
"You have met more than your match to-day, Gunrig," remarked the king, with a laugh, as the defeated man strode angrily up to the platform. "I have met foul play," replied the chief angrily. "He pretended that he could not run, else would I have put on more force. But it matters not. I will have another opportunity of trying him. Meanwhile, there is yet the heavy stone to throw.
You're going to leave here you're going to throw her off. What I want to know is this: Do you leave her as good as you found her? Come, now, I want an answer, as one man to another." Cavanagh's eyes met his with firm but sorrowful gaze. "In the sense in which you mean, I leave her as I found her." The old man's open hand shot out toward his rescuer.
Cutty looked into the bowl of his pipe. "Kitty, when you throw a cobble into a pond, what happens? A splash. But did you ever notice the way the ripples have of running on and on, until they touch the farthest shore?" "Yes. And this is a ripple from some big stone cast into the pond of southeastern Europe. I understand." "That's just the difficulty.
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