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He rose and opened the door and a voice, athrob with pain, floated up to him. "By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept. . . ." But Shirley was a fact. By morning no sleep came to him that night he had decided what he must do about that fact. It was then not a very complex problem. He took a lightly packed bag with him to the office and at the first opportunity presented himself to Jonathan.
It told her he would never forget and never let her forget. How it happened she could not afterward remember, but she found herself in his arms, his kiss tingling through her blood like wine. She thrust him from her and he was gone. She sank into a chair beside the kitchen table, her pulses athrob with excitement.
He even gave her a scrap of paper on which were written some of his anti-slavery lines. Those were great days days when America, the world's experiment in democracy, was thrown into those fires that consume or purify. The great test was on, whether such a nation could live, and Boston was athrob with love of country and eagerness to sacrifice.
At last they would leave his old joint on the bound, while Griggins the grocer was fooling around. The man who would win in these strenuous days must tend to his knitting in forty-five ways, be eager and hustling, with vim all athrob, his mind not afield, but intent on his job. The sheriff will come with his horse and his hound to talk with the man who keeps fooling around.
His heart was athrob with curious emotions, when he heard the Countess' voice: "Come! we are going in. You two can become better acquainted at table." And he felt his partner's arm rest lightly within his; its merest touch electrified him. "Damn the dinner!" Paul swore softly to himself, for he had no wish to share his good fortune with a roomful of people.
She was just drinking in the freshness of the evening breeze and sky, scarcely conscious of any of her surroundings, glad as a kitten to be alive, and as unaware of self as a young animal should be. John Hunter rode at her side, watching the soft curls on her round girlish neck, athrob and athrill with her presence, and trying to formulate the thing he had brought her out to say.
Through the path, hedged with leafless lilac-shrubs, just athrob with the mist of life sent up from the roots below, I went, and crossed the church-yard fence. Winding in and out among the graves, for upon a heart, living and joyous, or still and dead, I cannot step, I took my way. "Dear old tower, I have thee at last!" I said; for I talk to unanswering things all over the world.
He could see her now in imagination, as in reality he had seen her a hundred times, moving in the sun-pour with elastic tread, full-throated and deep-chested, athrob with life in every generous vein. How passionately she had loved things brave and true! How anger had flamed up in her like fire among tow at meanness and hypocrisy.
While she was still washing the dinner dishes John came in to discuss the visit. Elizabeth was athrob with the weariness of a half day spent at the ironing table, and to avoid dressing the baby had asked Mrs. Hunter to take care of him. With no other visible reason but his customary obstinacy, John insisted upon the child being taken.
"My dear, good boy," she said, as tears trickled down her cheeks, "she is lying peacefully and much better. In an hour or two, she will be up and around. Would you care to see her, just to put your mind at ease?" "Indeed I would," I responded. She led the way into the room, and there on the bed lay Miss Grant, breathing easily, alive, life athrob in her veins.
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