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Then she rose quickly, and taking something from the jewel-box, thrust it into Unorna's hands. "I cannot tell why I have told you but I have. You shall see him too. What does it matter? We have both loved, we are both unhappy we shall never meet again." "What is it?" Unorna tried to ask, holding the closed case in her hands.
"Don't you think that is sensible?" Her father closed his eyes for a moment. Then he whispered: "So you don't love him." Beatrice had to stoop to catch the words. "You can't be expected to love people that make you unhappy." "Oh, can't you?" he asked. "Can't you? Did you never think that loving someone is the bravest thing in the world?
He thought of the first time he had ever seen the unhappy creature whose wandering days had just ended, of that scene in the mysterious shell cavern, of the wild words he had then uttered how strangely they came back to Philip's memory now! "You have come as a thief in the golden midnight, and the thing you seek is the life of Sigurd! Yes yes! it is true the spirit cannot lie!
The coalition fell to pieces; and the only result of the Scotch invasion was to increase the misery of the people, especially of the unhappy English settlers, who continued to flock back to England in greater numbers than before. As soon as the rebellion was put down, the great legislator Edward III made another effort at introducing order into the distracted land.
That was not much balm to Master Chillon's wound. He returned to his mother quite heavy, unlike a young man; and the unhappy lady, though she knew, him to be bitterly sensitive on the point of honour, and especially as to everything relating to her, saw herself compelled to tell him the history of her life, to save him, as she thought, from these chivalrous vindications of her good name.
Of all things hard to bear, the prostration of will-power is hardest, for one who has always had his way. Nature had got him in its net, and like an unhappy fish he turned and swam at the meshes, here and there, found no hole, no breaking point. They brought him tea at five o'clock, and a letter. For a moment hope beat up in him.
Vacation after vacation passed without the desired news that Pen had sat for any scholarship or won any honour, and Pen grew rebellious and unhappy, and there was a tacit feud between Dr. Portman, who was disappointed in Arthur, and the lad himself. Mrs. Pendennis, hearing Dr.
In the world of ideas everything was clear; in life all was obscure, embroiled. Was it surprising that one was miserable, horribly unhappy? Denis came to a halt in front of the bench, and as he asked this last question he stretched out his arms and stood for an instant in an attitude of crucifixion, then let them fall again to his sides. "My poor Denis!" Anne was touched.
In one moment, before ever he could speak, she was a transformed creature, a penitent; she put her hands together supplicatingly, and murmured "I didn't mean it; I respect her; and your love for her; forgive me, Alfred: I am so unhappy, oh forgive me.
He had given his word, and was an Englishman and would keep it, that was all. But in his subconsciousness there dwelt the conviction that she must be some Queen or Princess of a country south in Europe half barbaric, half advanced. That she was unhappy and hated it all, he more than divined.
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