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Updated: June 24, 2025
There, the table was laid for his supper, and his old grey gown was ready for him on his chair-back at the fire. His daughter put her little prayer-book in her pocket had she been praying for pity on all prisoners and captives! and rose to welcome him. Uncle had gone home, then? she asked @ as she changed his coat and gave him his black velvet cap. Yes, uncle had gone home.
As HE leaned his arm upon the elbow of his chair, ruminating before the fire, IT leaned upon the chair-back, close above him, with its appalling copy of his face looking where his face looked, and bearing the expression his face bore. This, then, was the Something that had passed and gone already. This was the dread companion of the haunted man!
'M-m-m-m-ps-pss-psss! from the Sofy, two screams from Val and Fergus, a buffeting of paws, a couple of wild bounds, first on a chair-back, then on the mantelpiece, where, between the bronze candlestick and the vase, the Persian philosopher stood hissing and swearing, while Kunz danced about and barked.
Sitting there, with her rich shower of hair falling over the chair-back, they hoped she might attract his notice. With the same object, she would sing, just above her breath, when he opened his eyes, or she saw his brow knit into that faint expression, so evanescent that it was like a shape made in water. But as yet he had not heeded.
She took the timetable and placed it in the desk. Brockton, who had taken up his paper again, gave an exclamation of surprise. "By George this is funny." "What?" she demanded, looking impatiently at the clock. "Speak of the devil, you know." "Who?" "Your old friend John Madison." Laura started involuntarily. She became deathly pale, and put her head on the chair-back to steady herself.
In a moment he was sitting on the middle of his spine, his long legs sprawled half across the room, his hands in his pockets, his head on the chair-back so that his chin pointed up to the ceiling. Smoke rose from him as from a volcano. Sheila presently laughed uncertainly. "That's better," he mumbled around his cigar. "I've had a dreadful day," said Sheila.
"Who were 'the daughters of the Dream Witch?" And then she was sorry again. Better that a poem about darkness should have been forgotten! She kept her hand outstretched, mind you! even though Adrian made matters worse by folding his hands round his arms on a high chair-back, and leaning on it. "I wonder who she is," was the girl's thought, as she looked at a ring. "Let me see!" said he.
"I need scarcely say he is aware of of the event which makes his offer an extremely generous one." The signal in the Rector's eyes was blazing now. His wife rested her hand on a chair-back to gain strength against she knew not what. Mr. Wright smiled, vaguely apologetic; and the smile made him look exceedingly foolish; but she saw that the man was in earnest. "I think," pursued Mr.
"Read that yourself, if my tears have not made the lines illegible." He took it from her, his hands trembling, and drew forth the enclosure, a single sheet of rough yellow paper. Once he paused, glancing toward where she sat, her face buried in her arms across the chair-back.
Well, I suppose it can't be helped. Will you write and say it's all right?" Julia hesitated a moment, her hand stiffening on the chair-back against which she leaned. "You mean to go on with these talks?" she asked. "I why not?" he returned; and this time it struck her that his surprise was not quite unfeigned. The discovery helped her to find words.
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