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Updated: June 28, 2025
"I guess most of us feel that once in a way when we're youngy, Undine. Later on you'll see going away ain't much use when you've got to turn round and come back." She nodded at him with close-pressed lips, like a child in possession of some solemn secret. "That's just it that's the reason I'm so wild to go; because it MIGHT mean I wouldn't ever have to come back." "Not come back?
He sipped the broth hungrily, but very slowly, pausing a long time between sips. Ethel's body thrilled at the touch of him, the little hand that held the cup trembled, and the man, close-pressed against her soft breast, heard the wild pounding of her heart. Suddenly he looked up into her eyes.
For answer she drew him in by the sleeve and on the jouncing off of the cab was in her mother's arms, covering her cheeks with close-pressed, audible kisses, and, after the inexplicable manner of women, both of them crying. "He he didn't say much, Lilly. Kissed my hands. Told me to live beautifully and work endlessly.
He felt for them with his feet, reached them, stood upright waist-deep. Then, with cold limbs and a numb terror in his heart, he plunged forward again into the deep water within the cave. He swam on, with set teeth, close-pressed lips, and eyes strained to see a foot in front of him into the blackness. Once he turned and looked back.
With those thin, close-pressed lips in her mind's eye, she could not count on remaining where she was beyond a few days. She was not only a woman capable of making up her mind, but a woman of resource, with the advantage of having foreseen and often pondered the possibility of that which was now imminent.
"That weight of wood, with leathern coat o'erlaid, Those ample clasps, of solid metal made, The close-pressed leaves, unloosed for many an age, The dull red edging of the well-filled page, On the broad back the stubborn ridges rolled, Where yet the title stands, in burnished gold,"
Its site is given up to several ugly streets, and a pair of tall towers, separated by a space which speaks volumes as to the size of the church and looking across the close-pressed roofs to the happier spires of the cathedral, preserve for the modern world the memory of a great fortune, a great abuse, perhaps, and at all events a great penalty.
To fill up the interval the little Princess ended by looking about her for persons of her acquaintance among the close-pressed crowd of sight-seers whose eager faces were already reddening. "Oh! isn't that Monsieur Fonsegue over there behind the bench, near that stout lady in yellow?" she exclaimed. "Our friend General de Bozonnet is on the other side, I see. But isn't Baron Duvillard here?"
But Don Vigilio, suffocating and still hiding his face, could only gasp between his close-pressed hands "Ah! Paparelli, Paparelli!" "What is it? What has he done to you?" asked the other astonished. Then the secretary disclosed his face, and again yielded to his quivering desire to confide in some one. "Eh? what he has done to me? Can't you feel anything, can't you see anything then?
You've heard no doubt the song that the gloating 'Greys' made to immortalize a run down the field that he made on another famous occasion: & never mortale Manne shall knowe How ye Thynge came about But from yt close-pressed Masse of Menne Ye Feet Balle poppeth oute.
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