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Her aunt, Mrs. Vavasour, was with her, but left the room, as Guy opened the door, and so they met again as they had parted alone. "I charge thee, by the living's prayer, By the dead's silentness, To wring from out thy soul a cry That God may hear and bless; Lest heaven's own palm fade in my hand, And, pale among the saints I stand A saint companionless."
The dark splendid boy, the angelic little girl were all he saw even of the several children in that roll-call of the past and they seemed to look straight down his eyes into depths where the fragmentary ghosts of unrecorded ancestors gave faint musical response. "The dead's kindly recognition of the dead," he thought. "But I wish these children were alive."
He had rendered the dead the dead's due of regretful tenderness; but Elizabeth never asked him when he was going to make his reëntry into politics; and she never reproached him with having wasted the very best years of his life in trying to make four hundred acres of scientifically farmed land show a profit, a feat he had not yet accomplished.
The latter ruminated on the event, breathing stertorously, while Duncan was fixing up a wash of peroxide. "She'll kill me some day," he announced suddenly, with intense conviction in his tone. "Oh, don't say that...." Opposition roused Pete to a fury of assertion. "Yes, she will, sure!" he bawled. Then his emotion quieted. "But I'd 'bout as soon be dead's live with her, anyway." "Um."
Rustle, rustle, went the leaves; a limb snapped; a growl exploded; a rattling wheeze ran shuddering on the still air; a shower of bark, scratched front the tree, clattered down on the leaves; and then a groan then thrash bound came a bear against the earth; and a torch at his nose gave Uncle Walter to cry, "Dead he's dead's a nit!
"'Up-un my word, s'she, like a cut, 'if this ain't a pretty note. What under the sun are you doin' sittin' there, Elspie, with my flowers? "Elspie looked up an' see her, an' see us streamin' toward her over the hill. "'They ain't your flowers, are they? s'she, quiet. 'They're the dead's. I was a-goin' to take 'em back in a minute or two, anyway, an' I'll take 'em back now.
Never mind: I'm not going to turn tail." Bazarov was silent, and began feeling with his hand for the glass. Anna Sergyevna gave him some drink: not taking off her glove, and drawing her breath timorously. "You will forget me," he began again: "the dead's no companion for the living. My father will tell you what a man Russia is losing. That's nonsense, but don't contradict the old man.
"But do we want it to change?" I asked. "It seems to me to be just where it should be, dead behind us." "Aye, aye," said Captain Goyles, "dead's the right word to use, for dead we'd all be, bar Providence, if we was to put out in this. You see, sir," he explained, in answer to my look of surprise, "this is what we call a 'land wind, that is, it's a-blowing, as one might say, direct off the land."
An' we wanted to, too, because sence Mis' Jeweler Sprague died nobody could do up the Dead's hair, an' Jennie wa'n't the exception. "Mis' Sprague, she'd hed a rill gift that way.
An' it seemed like I hed sort o' scrabbled her up an' held her over a precipice, an' said to her: 'See the dead. Look at yourself. Come forth come forth! Clean up do somethin' to help, anything, if it's only tackin' on evergreens an' doin' the Dead's hair up becomin' oh, I s'pose, rilly, I was sayin' to her: 'Put on thy beautiful garments. Awake.
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