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Updated: June 11, 2025
Stuart was a memory and she was trying very hard to make him even less than that only the gnawing ache in her heart wouldn't let her. Yet when Tollman shifted her abstract acceptance of what he meant to her to a question of a concrete application, she felt the sudden sinking of despair. All afternoon her father had been petulant and reminiscent.
The water was so cold that it sent a shock over Helen, made her teeth ache, and a singular, revivifying current steal all through her, wonderful in its cool absorption of that dry heat of flesh, irresistible in its appeal to thirst. Helen raised her head to look at this water. It was colorless as she had found it tasteless. "Nell drink!" panted Bo.
"I looked over the fence, and I seed he had hoed jist ten hills of potatoes, and that's all. Fact I assure you. "Sais he, 'Mr. Slick, tell you what, of all the work I ever did in my life I like hoein' potatoes the best, and I'd rather die than do that, it makes my back ache so." "'Good airth" and seas, sais I to myself, 'what a parfect pictur of a lazy man that is! How far is it to Windsor?
She makes me ache all over, she is so powerfully in earnest; and didn't she hint what angels of goodness those girls of hers were those teachers! I'd like to know how they could be anything else but good with such an example at hand.
Then he would shake and clap his hands because of what he called the 'hot ache' that seized them, only to scamper off again after some new object around which to weave another dream of wonder. The dusk gave place to gloom, and still faster fell the snow, white and feathery, silent and sublime.
Rose, after one long look of astonishment, looked down at his book again, and said nothing. It made other hearts besides Vernon's ache to see the unhappy boy roll to his place in that helpless way. Dr. Rowlands came in, and prayers commenced.
I caught her to my heart and kissed the soft corn-silk hair, the deep melting eyes, the ripe red lips. By Heaven, I had fought for her and had won her! She was the gift of love, won in stark battle from the best fighter I had ever met. The mad Irish blood in me sang. After all I am not the son of a filibuster for nothing. The morning found me as good as new except for a dull ache in my shoulder.
"You're tired!" murmured the voice beside me, and the wave rolled in again. I lifted my brow and moved one hand from hers to make room on it for my lips, but her fingers slipped away and alighted compassionately on my neck. "You must be one ache from head to foot!" she whispered. I turned upon her choking with anger, but her melting beauty rendered me helpless. Black woods were on our left.
You see those boys had come out in the woods to have their Fourth of July, where the noise wouldn't make any one's head ache. Well, Uncle Wiggily went on, up and up, with the sky-cracker, and he felt very much afraid for he had heard what the boys said. "Oh, this is the end of me!" he cried, as he held fast to the sky-cracker. "I'll never live to find my fortune now.
He passed the cornfield where, a month before, he had seen pretty Dorothy Barton dropping corn with her brothers. It made him ache to think of Dorothy with her feeble mother, the boys as wild as preachers' sons proverbially are, and the old farm running down on her hands; the fences all needed mending, and there went Reuben Barton, now, careering over the fields in chase of a stray yearling.
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