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Aloft, a cloud of white sail swelled to the breeze, till the cloth seemed inclined to say goodby to the bolt ropes, bending the masts like willow wands, as if the devil, determined to beat Paganini himself, was preparing fiddlesticks to play a spring with, on the cracking and straining weather shrouds and backstays, and tearing her sharp wedge like bows out of the bowels of the long swell, until the cutwater, and ten yards of the keel next to it, were hove clean out of the sea, into which she would descend again with a roaring plunge, burying every thing up to the hause holes, and driving the brine into mist, over the fore top, like vapour from a waterfall, through which, as she rose again, the bright red copper on her bows flashed back the sunbeams in momentary rainbows.
"Look at your watch when I'm gone, Cassidy, and be sure you make it a full two hours." "I'll make it two hours and five minutes," said Cassidy. "Hittin' north are you, Jolly Roger?" "I'm hittin' bushward," replied the outlaw. "I'm going where it's plenty thick and hard to travel, Cassidy. Goodby " He was gone.
I said "Goodby" to him, with good wishes for his health and happiness. I never saw him again. He took a sickly looking child on his knee when crossing the Isthmus of Suez there was no canal in 1864 to relieve a weary mother. The child had smallpox, and my friend took it and died of it.
"Since you love me so much, will you take me to see the puppet-show?" "Anywhere you like when I come back. Goodby." Madame D'Argy sat knitting by the window in Fred's chamber, with that resigned but saddened air that mothers wear when they are occupied in repairing the consequences of some rash folly.
The gift of enlisting sympathy and assistance was peculiarly Honora's. And if some one had predicted that morning to Mr. But that is precisely what Mr. Wentworth did. And when, as her train pulled out, Honora bade him goodby, she felt the tug at her heartstrings which comes at parting with an old friend.
The idea was inconceivable, when he considered how carefully the secret of his mission had been kept at the Landing. He had not even said goodby to his best friends. And because Black Roger had won through all the preceding years, Carrigan was stalking his prey out of uniform. There had been nothing to betray him.
He then withdrew, leaving the lad to say goodby to his brother and sister alone. Ned kept up a brave countenance, and strove to make the parting as easy as possible for the others, but both were crying bitterly as they went out. Ned's next visitors were Dr. Green and Mr. Porson. "We have only a minute or two, my boy," Mr. Porson said, "for the gig is at the door.
She looked at me an instant with her little white face and expanded eyes, and as she showed her pretty teeth I suppose she meant to smile. "Don't be sorry for me," she said, "I am very sure I shall see something of this dear old Europe yet." I told her that I would not bid her goodby; I should find a moment to come back the next morning.
There upon the bank stood the two friends who had so joyously bidden us goodby only a few hours before. The cart was a wreck, with one shaft and one spindle broken. It appeared that the donkey had got mired in crossing the creek and in floundering about had twisted off the shaft and broken one of the wheels.
"Nothing, only, Eudora, a dear and old friend of yours, of ours, is there, so I hear." Eudora did not inquire who the old friend might be. "Really?" she remarked. Then she said, "Goodby, Amelia dear," and resumed her progress with the baby-carriage. "She never even asked who it was," Amelia reported to her sisters, when she had returned to the house.
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