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He looked much and straight at Unga, with his arms folded, so, and stayed till the sun went away and the stars came out. Then he went down to his ship. After that I took Unga by the hand and led her to my own house. And there was singing and great laughter, and the women said sly things, after the manner of women at such times. But we did not care. Then the people left us alone and went home.
The night could scarcely be called a comfortable one, even with these aids; but it was luxurious, indeed, in comparison with that passed by those exposed to the full force of the wind. The next morning Jack said good-bye to his brother and the officers of the regiment, to whom he presented the tarpaulin for future use, and this was folded up and smuggled into an ammunition cart.
Her sleeves were short, as the custom is in the country, with great linen cuffs folded back upon them, so as to leave her hands and arms to the elbow free for her occupations. But most of all I loved her simplicity and her quietness and her discretion.
Her uncle, who had risen, put the paper, neatly folded, into his wallet, then crossed to her and put out his hand. "I will not see you again then?" he said, and shook hands. A moment after she heard the front door close. There were the servants to bid good-by, and that being done there was no excuse to linger.
His sensitive pride of independence was not wholly extinguished. The children ate, and he blessed the hand of the giver for their sakes; yet, even while he did so, a feeling of weakness and humiliation brought tears to his eyes. His spirits were broken, and he folded his arms in impotent despair. While sitting wrapt in the gloomiest feelings, there came a knock at his door.
And to this place I went to seek her, in spite of all misgivings, upon a Sunday in Lenten season, when the sheep were folded. We listened to him very earnestly, for we like to hear from our betters about things that are beyond us, and to be roused up now and then, like sheep with a good dog after them, who can pull some wool without biting.
"To live!" interrupted Marius. "You do not need that name in order to live?" "Ah! I understand the matter," said Jean Valjean, raising and lowering his head several times in succession. A silence ensued. Both held their peace, each plunged in a gulf of thoughts. Marius was sitting near a table and resting the corner of his mouth on one of his fingers, which was folded back.
He stood with folded arms in the middle of the room, staring at her with set face and hard eyes, wondering for the moment why he had been fool enough to go there at all, and trying to read in her face, what was the charm of her that so fatally attracted him. "I do a great many things, Miss Langdon, that I have no right to do," he said, after a pause.
"Give me my locket," he said. She pointed toward the dead officer. "He has it." Tarzan searched him and found the trinket. "Now you may give me the papers," he said to the girl, and without a word she handed him a folded document. For a long time he stood looking at her before ho spoke again. "I came for you, too," he said.
Phyllis fell into her arms and kissed her tearfully but the tears were not all her own. "Now you will write those words," said Ella. Phyllis ran to a little French escritoire and snatched up a sheet of paper. "Come to me, my beloved," she wrote upon it; then she leaned her face upon her arm, weeping happily. Ella came behind her. She picked up the paper and folded it up. She pressed the bell.
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