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"In a hurry?" he asked in a different tone. "Not especially." "I wonder," began Adam Patch, looking out with a mild, kindly glance at the lilac bushes that rustled against the windows, "I wonder if you ever think about the after-life." "Why sometimes." "I think a great deal about the after-life." His eyes were dim but his voice was confident and clear.
Upon her finger was a magnificent ring a coronet of fine diamonds that flashed and sparkled beneath the lamp-light, and when she smiled at me her face assumed a sweet expression that held me in fascination. "Cannot you tell me what has occurred?" I asked at last, in a quiet, earnest voice. "What is the nature of the sensation that is imminent?" "Ah no!" she answered hoarsely.
He tapped at the drawing-room door, and a low, melancholy voice, that penetrated his heart, said, "Come in." He entered, and there on a sofa sat Lucy before him. He did not bow his heart was too deeply interested in her fate to remember the formalities of ceremony but he stood, and fixed his eyes upon her with a long and anxious gaze.
And what on earth are you contending for? 'Freedom of thought, for one thing. 'We have quite enough free-thinking. 'There's not enough if there's not perfect freedom. 'Dangerous! quoth Mr. Austin. 'But it's that danger which makes men, sir; and it's fear of the danger that makes our modern Englishman. 'Oh! Oh! cried Tuckham in the voice of a Parliamentary Opposition.
"Yes, yes; I conceal not from you, Claude, that 'tis not alone 'thou lovest, but 'I love'! If with cause to hope, Claude, I know not. And I must not search to know whilst yet the schoolmaster. And the same to you, Claude, whilst yet a scholah. We mus' let the dissimulation like a worm in the bud to h-eat our cheek. 'Tis the voice of honor cry 'Silence. And during the meanwhilst, you?
And it was not only the pleasures of sight which this young lady loved to gratify: the harmonious modulations of song, the melody of instruments, the cadences of poetry, afforded her infinite pleasures; while a harsh voice or a discordant noise made her feel the same painful impression, or one nearly as painful as that which she involuntarily experienced from the sight of a hideous object.
She turned with a bewitching smile to Count Esterhazy, and in a voice whose softness was music to his ear, she addressed him: "In your hands lies the power to rescue me from a forced bridal. You have heard that despotic note from the empress. Match-making is a monomania with Maria Theresa: it is useless, therefore, for me to appeal to her, for on a question of marriage she is inexorable.
"They will not dare," said a clear, sharp voice, and Roy the Râjput lad stepped forward, a light in his great eyes. "My mother used to say, 'Fear not! A king's son is a king's son always, so be that he forgets not kingship." Head-nurse stood puzzled for a second, then she caught the meaning of the lad's words, for she was a clever, capable woman, and had all a woman's quickness.
And when the morrow brake, there below were the throng, mocking her all they might, and calling her by every evil name their tongues might utter." "Did she hear it?" answered Wilfred in the same low voice. "Ah, child! love is stronger than death.
Hawkhurst had spoken fluently and energetically, and there was an appearance of almost honesty in his coarse and deep-toned voice. Even the occasional oaths with which his speech was garnished, but which we have omitted, seemed to be pronounced more in sincerity than in blasphemy, and gave a more forcible impression to his narrative.
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