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"It's it's good for a fellow to have sisters, and a home," he said in a low tone not audible to his stepmother's ears. Mrs. Marshall put out a large, strong hand and took his slack, big-knuckled fingers into a tight clasp. Mrs. Marshall-Smith evidently thought a light tone best now, as always, to take. "I tell you, Barbara" she suggested laughingly, "we'll exchange.
Instinctively, he kicked out with his foot, broke through the close bond and felt at once the clasp transferred to his other leg; the clasp warm, desperate and soft, of human arms. He looked down bewildered. He saw the body of the woman stretched at length, flattened on the ground like a dark blue rag. She trailed face downwards, clinging to his leg with both arms in a tenacious hug.
Mounting a chair, and from thence the table, she at last drew out from under a glass shade, covering a group of stuffed birds, a dust-begrimed book, with a brass clasp and nails at the corners. Dusting it carefully she laid it on the table before her, and proceeded to decipher its faded inscriptions.
He fired his own pistol after the men, who were already retreating; and dragged the boy up. 'Clasp your arm tighter, said Sikes, as he drew him through the window. 'Give me a shawl here. They've hit him. Quick! How the boy bleeds!
The pleasurable expression had returned to his face. "If the secretary of the above-mentioned company has the cheek to play hooky at 3:30 P.M. in the middle of November, I fancy the president can demand to know where she's going, and then go too." Mrs. McChesney unconcernedly fastened the clasp of her smart English glove. "Didn't you take two hours for lunch? Had mine off the top of my desk.
Then Prince Peter came to an impenetrable forest, stretching among the mountains as far as the seacoast, where they stopped to rest; and the King's daughter threw herself on the grass, from weariness, and fell asleep. But Prince Peter sat beside her and watched her while she slept. Then he observed a knot in a golden clasp, and unfastening it, he found the three rings which he had given her.
His hands, which he was compelled by the manacles to hold directly in front of him in an absurd travesty of penitential clasp, gripped each other in his consuming resentment until the tendons of his wrist stood out with the tense distinction of whipcords.
I fear All may not doubt, but everywhere Some must clasp Idols. Yet, my God, Whom call I Idol? Let Thy dove Shadow me over, and my sins Be unremember'd, and Thy love Enlighten me. Oh teach me yet Somewhat before the heavy clod Weighs on me, and the busy fret Of that sharp-headed worm begins In the gross blackness underneath. Oh weary life! oh weary death! Oh spirit and heart made desolate!
He pacified her with a glance, and, taking one of the slender trembling hands in a firm, kind clasp, repeated his question: "Always cruel, cruel! But Bough " A spasm contracted her face. At the base of the slender throat something throbbed and throbbed. She whispered brokenly: "When the woman went away " Her slender fingers closed desperately upon his.
"You will never give me up?" the young girl pleaded, her small fingers closing over his arm appealingly. He took her hand in a strong yet gentle clasp. "No, never, until you yourself ask it," he said, firmly. "That I shall never do. Do you hear, Belle, Wilhelm?" she cried, turning defiantly to them.
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