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I was thrilled and yet I half-dreaded my return to Manila, for fear that the peace and commercialism of the present days would be disappointing to one who knew it when each day was filled with trouble and threats of trouble; when the city lay always as if under an impending cloud and when the borders of the bay rang with the thunder of guns and the sputter of musketry.
But if, as in the case of Lottie Marsden, impulse rules in the place of principle, and conscience is merely like a half-dreaded, reproachful face, this unrest is the very hour and opportunity for temptation.
This was the time, at home, of the second Parliamentary Reform, which did at least as much to infringe the authority of his enemy the Philistine, as the first had done to break the power of the half-dreaded, half-courted Barbarian.
My own papa! will he let me love him? will he take me in his arms and call me his own darling child?" But who could answer the anxious inquiry? She must just wait until the slow wheels of time should bring the much longed-for, yet sometimes half-dreaded arrival.
Lady O'Gara had often wondered, she had been wondering, wondering, during the last few days how they should greet each other, what should be the first words to pass between them. The half-dreaded, half-looked-for moment had come, and the greeting was of the tritest. "We have arrived, you see," said Mrs. Comerford. "We caught the Irish Mail last night instead of staying the night in London."
The breathless consciousness that the deer were close by made him all the more impatient for the half-dreaded opportunity of having a shot at one of them. He wished it was well over. If he were going to miss, he wanted to have his agony of mortification encountered and done with, instead of enduring this maddening delay. The peat-hag became a prison; and a very uncomfortable prison, too.
Sheela Dempsey looked up into the face of Martin Cosgrave and saw there what she had half-dreaded to see. "Martin," she said, "Rose is not coming home." Martin Cosgrave gripped the door of the waiting-room. The train whistled outside and glided from the station.
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