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Verona, Venice, Nuremberg, Augsburg, Bruges, were sinking, but Antwerp, with its deep and convenient river, stretched its arm to the ocean and caught the golden prize, as it fell from its sister cities' grasp.
I wish I could do something for you." I gave him my hand as as I spoke. He did not grasp he rather shrunk from it. An uncontrollable burst of feeling seemed suddenly to gush from him as he spoke: "Take no heed of me, Clifford I am not worthy of YOUR thought." "Ha! What do you mean?" He spoke hastily, in manifest discomfiture: "I am worthy of no man's thought." "Pshaw! you are a hypochondriac."
She felt those two weedy arms grasp her and was caught in them as in an iron band. She moaned and screamed for help. His dirty, slimy mouth pressed her lips ... and then she felt herself sink away, out of the world. The people who heard the cries came to see what was the matter. They hauled the drunkard outside and laid her on the bed. When they saw that she was better, they went away again.
He seemed to fail, somehow, to grasp the element of personal danger that, to me, was already plain. He lacked sufficient imagination, I suppose, to piece the things together to trace the natural sequence of the events, and their development. Yet I must not forget, of course, that he had no knowledge of those two first incidents. If he had, perhaps he might have stood where I did.
No; he still felt her within his grasp, and in a few moments he was able to realise the meaning of the change in his feelings.
The man sank back against the wall in silent terror. "Open that door now softly." Manuel obeyed with trembling fingers. "Ned" said Lee in a low voice, "bring him in here quick." There was a slight rustle, and Falkner appeared, backing in another gasping figure, whose eyes were starting under the strong grasp of the captor at his throat. "Silence," said Lee, "all of you."
"Aye, most likely, for 't is surely a day o' glory, lad, a glory as is a-shining at me this moment out o' your eyes, Peregrine, singing in your voice " "Jeremy," said I, reaching out to grasp his grimy hand, "O Jeremy, you are right. Love found me in the dawn and this morning Diana promised to be my wife. God make me worthy!" "Amen, lad, amen!" said the Tinker.
She uttered no sound, she made no movement, but consciousness had not departed; the words of Gloucester on the previous night rung in her ears, demanding control, and mechanically she let her arms unloose their convulsive grasp of Nigel, and permitted the earl gently to lead her to the door, but ere it opened, she turned again to look on Nigel.
It cannot, be thought strange that this influence should elude the grasp and touch of public history; for what is public history but register of the successes and disappointments, the vices, the follies, and the quarrels, of those who engage in contentions power?
"Miss Milbourne's matrimonial choice is nothing to me. I have thought of this step for some time. General 's letter is a reply to my application forwarded months ago. Yet now that the answer has come," he went on, "I scarcely care to grasp the advantage it offers. Indifference has infected me like a poison. I feel more inclined to rust out on the old place than to sound 'Boots and saddle' again."
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