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Updated: June 6, 2025
She was tossing to and fro on the blankets, and breathing in the most agonised manner as if in delirium, or enthralled by some particularly dreadful nightmare. Her condition so frightened me, that I made the most frantic efforts to overcome my inertia. I did not succeed, however, and at last, utterly overcome by my exertion, I closed my eyes.
By some absurd chance, almost the only passenger who knew about the thing at the time was an old lady rather proud of the secret. 'Ah, she said, in the middle of that agonised glide, 'you may depend upon it that if everybody knew what, I know, they'd all be on the other side of the ship.
"Papa, won't you help me?" was the child's agonised cry. She hid her face in her father's breast. "I have tried to help you. I will give you what will turn your fancied wrong deed into a good one. It is certainly right to do charitable things on Sunday." There was silence, and it promised to last some time. Mr.
Pensée caught a glimpse of her white, agonised countenance as she rushed past them, moaning, to her own room. "This is dreadful," said Lord Garrow, horribly annoyed "dreadful!" "It is indeed," replied Lady Fitz Rewes gravely. "I suppose...." She wanted to say that she hoped the Marshire-de Treverell alliance was still undecided.
Pierre smoked cigarettes, pausing, while his opponent was shuffling and dealing, to light them. Behind the bar as the game proceeded the woman who knelt beside Lady Jane listened to every sound. Her eyes grew more agonised as the numbers, whispered to her by her companion, climbed to the fatal ten. The last deal was Shon's; there was that much to his advantage.
"'Tis a sweet thought, Martin!" "And you have never feared death!" says I. "Aye, but I do, Martin I do!" cries she. "I am grown craven these days, mayhap " "Yet you sought death." "Because there was no other way, Martin. But when Death clutched at me from those black depths I agonised for life." "Is life then become so sweet to you, Damaris?" "Yes, Martin!" says she softly. "Since when?"
She sat down again, not knowing whether anything had occurred, but a crisis in the morbid working of her strained nerves had in some way relieved her. She was curiously unable to go back to her former agonised anxieties. Natural fatigue, even sleepiness, came over her, but not her fears, even though she wooed them.
On one of the lower of the flowering branches, but high enough to be beyond arm's reach, or even cane's reach, in the crook of the bough, crouched, making ready to spring, a big black cat, the tip of his tail twitching with contained excitement, his yellow eyes fixed murderously on the branch next above: where, in the agitation of supreme distress, a chaffinch, a little grey hen-chaffinch, was hopping backwards and forwards, sometimes rising a few inches into the air, but always returning to the branch, and uttering a succession of terrified, agonised, despairing tweets.
With terror he felt an irresistible hand shaking him by the shoulder, while the chorus of voices swelled louder into an agonised prayer to go, go before it is too late. He felt himself slipping, losing his balance, as something dragged at his legs, and he fell.
Madame Chalumeau, whose eyes were fixed on M. Bouillard as he sat far down one of the tables, dropped her knife to the ground, and disappearing under the table in search of it, gave her head a terrible thump, and emerged scarlet and agonised. "Someone ought to propose a toast!" suggested Théo, "I suppose M. Thibaut, father?" Victor nodded absently. "Yes, or M. le curé."
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