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Jenny had no better means of justification than the last apology to which her sex trust, and usually not in vain; she pressed her handkerchief to her face, sobbed with great vehemence, and either wept, or managed, as Halliday might have said, to go through the motions wonderfully well.
Unable to realize to herself the image of her father lying ill and suffering, but just sufficiently touched by what she could conceive of his situation, the bare whisper of money came like a foul insult to overwhelm her in floods of liquid self-love. She wept with that last anguish of a woman who is compelled to weep, but is incapable of finding any enjoyment in her tears.
I thought of my disowned boy's humble baptism in the village church by the country priest, where two kind-hearted peasants stood sponsors for him, and I wept myself nearly blind that night. "The next day I went to the little church and told the good father there all about it. He understood and sympathized with me, counselled and comforted me as usual.
Well, Mistress Morgan said nothing that night, but she wept a little and sighed oft. But the next day she said "Go, husband, and God go with thee!" So the Golden Boar went westward ho! again, and Dan Pengelly and all her old company that were above ground went in her. And Captain Jacob Whiddon went too, in a second ship called the Elizabeth.
She had wept while she had written it, but it had given her deep satisfaction to do that act; for she figured to her self the balm, the consolation, the support which it would be to him that she loved best on earth yes, best on earth; for though she loved her father deeply, she loved Wilton more.
Christie was quite overcome with this unexpected trait; she drew him gently to her bosom, and wept over him; and it was sweet to see a brother and sister treat each other almost like lovers, as these two began to do they watched each other's eye so tenderly.
She repulsed him and wept and wept. Weigand had never dreamed that he was so passionately loved. The more violent was the anger of the deceived wife.... She demanded divorce, instant divorce.... He begged and besought and adjured. In vain.
Ambrose could have wept over it at any other moment, but now he could only catch up a brand it was the leg of his master's carved chair and run back with it. Lucas ventured to light a lamp, and they could then see the old man's face pale, but calm and still, with his long white beard flowing over his breast.
Niafer began to weep. "I simply cannot bear to think of what people will say of you." "Come, come, my dear," says Manuel, "this is preposterous." Niafer wept. "You will only end by making yourself ill!" says Manuel. Niafer continued to weep. "My mind is quite made up," says Manuel, "so what, in God's name, is the good of this?" Niafer now wept more and more broken-heartedly.
You must have understood life, you must have suffered; the world was crumbling to pieces about you; you wept on its ruins and you despaired; your mistresses were false; your friends calumniated, your compatriots misunderstood; your heart was empty; death was in your eyes, and you were the Colossi of grief.
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