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He did not know how the terraces came there. All he knew was that during the convulsion of Nature which resulted in the tidal wave that had thrown our ship upon the island, the mountain had been seen to quiver like a tree in the wind as though within it great forces were at work.
The Captain was now calmly confident and thoroughly at home. Drenched, cowed and trembling, the newly made Mrs. Bean clung despairingly to the thwart, fully as terrified as the plunging Barnacles, who struck out wildly with his green legs, and snorted every time a wave hit him.
His son responded by a wave of the hand, as though to say that everybody was acquainted with it. "Ah! father," he added, "but for you I should never have consented to take part in those proceedings for annulling the marriage! The Countess would have found herself compelled to return here, and would not nowadays be deriding us with her lover, that cousin of hers, Dario!"
Women don't realize as they ought how base it is to try to attract men by their bodies," she made her position clear with relentless precision, "when they wear very low-necked dresses, for instance " At this chance thrust, a wave of scarlet burst up suddenly over Sylvia's face, but she could not withdraw her eyes from her mother's searching, honest gaze, which, even more than her words, spoke to the girl's soul.
COLUMBIA and BRITANNIA Have ceased from Warfare wild; No more in battle's rage they meet, The parent and the child. Each gallant nation now lament The heroes who have died. But the brave, on the wave, Shall yet in friendship ride, To bear BRITANNIA'S ancient name, And swell COLUMBIA'S pride.
"How did you escape?" he asked. The question brought back a sudden wave of memory, and Lucia jumped up excitedly. "By the river road two Austrians and a beggar they met by the foot-bridge, over there where the noise comes from; I saw them." She recalled the facts jerkily. "Go on!" the Italian's eyes flashed.
Its appearance suggests the following idea: If to yon glittering, gleaming star, Our thoughts might wing their rapid flight, To meet in that bright orb, afar; Thoughts that are sent towards us to-night: How happy thitherward to speed, Soul meeting soul, above the wave; From earth, and earth's dark passions freed, And oh! what postage it would save! Saturday, June 5th, 1852.
"You likee this piecee bunk?" the cook, a little old Chinaman, asked the steward with eager humility, inviting the white man's acceptance of his own bunk with a wave of arm. Daughtry shook his head.
The latter had stopped; he stared for a few seconds at the man on the white wall above and finally signaled with a wave of his arm. "Come down here," he ordered. But Weir made no move to obey. He continued to stand motionless, coolly regarding the party beneath. His eyes particularly considered two men who carried wooden boxes, square and stout, on their shoulders. At last he spoke.
Douglass, at the back of the box, rose and stood with intent to express to Helen the admiration, the love, and the respect which he felt for her. She was, indeed, "the beautiful, golden-haired lady" of whom he had written as a boy, and a singular timidity, a wave of worship went over him. He became the imaginative lad of the play, who stood in awe and worship of mature womanhood.
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