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On one subject sure to be raised against him by her parents, she had a right to be inquisitive: the baroness. She asked to see a photograph of her. Alvan gave her one out of his pocketbook, and watched her eyelids in profile as she perused those features of the budless grey woman.
April was budless and cold, a month of storms; the snow drifted deep along the streets and M. Chateaudoux was much inconvenienced during his promenades in the afternoon. He would come back with most reproachful eyes for Clementina in that she so stubbornly clung to her vagabond exile and refused so fine a match as the Prince of Baden.
For hours we thus toiled up pathways seemingly fitter for goats than men, where leafless trees were bending destitute of life and helpless towards the valley, as the keen wind went sighing, moaning, wailing through their bare boughs and budless twigs. Such a gale, wilder than the devil's passion, I have not known even on the North Atlantic in February.
The bushes were leafless and budless, the summer gone, the spring not worth hoping for, because it also would go: spring after spring came for nothing but to go again! Things were so empty and wretched that pain and grief, almost fear itself, would have been welcome. The world around her, yes, all her life, all herself, was but the cold dead body of a summer-world.
The bushes were leafless and budless, the summer gone, the spring not worth hoping for, because it also would go: spring after spring came for nothing but to go again! Things were so empty and wretched that pain and grief, almost fear itself, would have been welcome. The world around her, yes, all her life, all herself, was but the cold dead body of a summer-world.
The wind blew from the sea. The tide was going down. There was snow in the air. The thin leafless trees were all bending away from the shore, and the wind went sighing, hissing, and almost wailing through their bare boughs and budless twigs. There would be a storm, she thought, ere the morning, but none of their people were out.
My small olive-branch of fancy will be withered, in truth, and ready to drop budless from the tree, when I cease to feel a mild delight in the billings and cooings of the little birds that separate from the flocks to fly together in pairs, or in the uninstructive but mutually satisfactory converse which Strephon holds with Chloe while they dally along the primrose path.
But now it was afternoon which, we all know, brings a somewhat more depressing air and the budless thickets stood so close, so still, Saul became conscious that his load was a corpse. He had hoped, in a dull way, to fall in with a companion on this made road; the chances were against it, and the chances prevailed. Saul ate more bread and bacon.
On one subject sure to be raised against him by her parents, she had a right to be inquisitive: the baroness. She asked to see a photograph of her. Alvan gave her one out of his pocketbook, and watched her eyelids in profile as she perused those features of the budless grey woman.
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