Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 24, 2025
Long she held her so, even after the fit of weeping passed, clasping her with arms in which there was almost a savage intensity arms that locked themselves more fiercely at any little stirring of the prisoned one. At last, when she had lain quiet a long time, the grasp was suddenly loosened and Clytie was privileged to ease her aching neck and cramped shoulders.
Clytie predicted most direly interesting things of him if he did not come to the Feet before he died. "But I believe he will come to the Feet," she added, "even if it's on his very death-bed, with the cold sweat standing on his brow. It would make a lovely tract him coming to the Feet at the very last moment and his face lighting up and everything."
It hid the red-brown hair with the Clytie ripple in it, and the great silken coils, transfixed by a sapphire and diamond dagger, that were massed at the nape of the slender neck. Seen so, she was nunlike in her chaste severity, but for those stern, resentful eyes. "I have come to tell you that I am no longer in ignorance.
Clytie looked as if a thunderbolt had struck her. "Yes, I have; but oh, I don't want to take it for that! I need every penny I've got." "Well, there's no need of feeling so badly about it," said Langshaw resignedly. "Give the ten-dollar bill to the man, George, and see if he can change it." He couldn't resist a slight masculine touch of severity at her incapacity.
Abner drifted back to the shelter of his canopy and darkly accused himself for his acceptance of such hospitality. He ought to go, to go at once, and never to come back. But before he found out how to go, Clytie Summers came along and hemmed him in. Clytie was not at all afraid of big men; she had already found them easier to manage than little ones.
He lay on the big couch across the room under the open window, a scarlet wool dressing-gown on, and a steamer-rug thrown over the lower part of his body. He seemed to be looking out and up to the tree that appeared above the window. She thought he could not have heard her, but he called: "Clytie!"
There's just as much past somewhere as there is future if one's soul has no end, it had no beginning. Why not worry about the past as we do about the future? First thing I'm going to do start a Worry-About-the-Past Club, with dues and a president, and by-laws and things!" "Don't you think I'd better send Clytie, now?" "No; please wait a minute."
Does he have to put up with municipal neglect and corruption, and worry along on make-believe milk and doctored bread and adulterated medicines, and endure long hours in unsanitary places under a tyrannical foreman and in constant dread of fines ?" Abner was beginning to shift uneasily upon his seat. "Clytie, please!" said Medora, laying her hand upon the other's.
"Is that so?" said Langshaw absently in his turn. He had a momentary sense of being set back in his impulse to confidences that was not, after all, untinged with pleasure. His delightful secret was still his own, unmarred by unresponsive criticism. "By the way, Clytie, I don't like the way George has been behaving lately.
He bent and kissed the three upturned faces, and leaned toward his wife afterward to press her sweet waiting lips with his; but his eyes, as if drawn by a magnet, were only on the rod not the mere bundle of sticks he might have bought, but transformed into one blossoming with love. "And do you know, we hardly saw a thing of him all day!" Clytie proudly recounted afterward to her sister.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking