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Have I the pleasure of seeing you quite well, Miss Geer, quite fresh and buoyant?" The lightness of tone which he had assumed had precisely the opposite effect intended. "Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care?" is the of stricken humanity everywhere. And Ivy thought of Mr.
"And yet, poor child, you have spent so many weary hours over it," replied the princess. "You ought to be glad that your delicate little hands are no longer obliged to bear its weight Charlotte," said she suddenly, "you have several times asked for your dismissal. Now, you shall have it, and you shall marry your lover, Counsellor Greiner. I myself will give you away, and bestow the dowry."
Emily was never weary of doing good. But never had she been so affected as now by any tale of sorrow. Children were born into the world amid poverty and privation. She could not account to herself for the interest she felt in the little stranger; but the impulse to know more of her was irresistible, and sending for True, she talked a long time with him about the child.
It seemed to him that the singer's lungs would give way, that his throat would burst; but his hearers, accustomed to this barbaric singing, which was as exhausting as the dance, paid no attention to his fatigue, nor did they weary of his interminable narration.
But should anything I do not foresee detain thee, fix at least the day nay, if possible, the hour when we shall meet, and let the letter which conveys such happy tidings be long, and kind, and full of thee, as thy letters once were. I know I weary thee, but I cannot help it. I am weak, and dejected, and cast down, and have only heart enough to pray for thy return."
Oh the weary, weary length of that dreadful evening. Isabel thought that it would never end. But she kept up splendidly. Once she unexpectedly found Louis her vis a vis then came the master-piece of the evening. She looked superb, as with graceful dignity she glided through the quadrille.
She had seated herself at the end of a bench and, very quiet and motionless, did not occupy more room there than a child. And her long face, with its weary features, the face of a woman of two-and-thirty faded before her time, wore an expression of unlimited sadness, infinite abandonment.
But let 'em wag their double chins; you'll scat the old cats from their cushions!" she said. At the impetuous outflinging of her hands, the floor was strewn with pink petals. "Cats?" repeated Mrs. Whitney, who just then made her appearance, "are they a hobby with Miss Reid?" "I'd drown 'em," cried Kitty, vanishing, "nine times!" Oh, I'm weary of these bickerings; so womanish!
But we shall soon be safe at Kingcombe Holm. Are you very tired?" She answered "No," which was hardly the truth. Yet her heart was more weary than her limbs. During the few days that elapsed between Major Harper's visit and their quitting London, she had scarcely seen her husband.
The crucified Christ gazed down from His cross at him and seemed to smile; but the priest's eyes swam with tears, and a great sob burst from him. He opened the door, but lingered on the threshold. When he passed out on the street his walk was slow, his lips moving, as he went along with the step of a man very weary and bending beneath the weight of a Great Something.
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