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It was then that Kent threw out of him a great, deep breath and laughed joyously and exultantly. "Are you wet, little Gray Goose?" "Only outside, Big Otter. My feathers have kept me dry." Her voice had a trembling, half-sobbing, half-rejoicing note in it. It was not the voice of one who had recently killed a man. In it was a pathos which Kent knew she was trying to hide behind brave words.
There is but one touch of patriotic exultation apparent in the half-sarcastic and half-rejoicing accumulation of synonyms descriptive of Sennacherib's retreat. He 'departed, and went and returned. It is like the picture in Psalm xlviii., which probably refers to the same events: 'They saw it, and so they marvelled; they were troubled, and hasted away.
Naught knew these wedded lovers of the strange reception awaiting them; of the half-mourning, half-rejoicing people, of national flags suddenly veiled in crape, of black funeral-streamers set distractedly amidst gay bridal garlands; of a widowed Queen, broken-hearted and despairing, weeping vainly for the love she had so long misprized, and had learned too late to value, of a Crown resigned, of the lost Majesty and hero of a nation's idolatry; of the death of Ronsard, and the inexplicable disappearance of the famous Socialist leader, Sergius Thord, and of all the strange and tragic history of vanished lives, even to that of Sir Roger de Launay whom no man ever saw again, which it fell to their faithful friend, Heinrich von Glauben to relate, with passionate grief and many tears.
It was then that Kent threw out of him a great, deep breath and laughed joyously and exultantly. "Are you wet, little Gray Goose?" "Only outside, Big Otter. My feathers have kept me dry." Her voice had a trembling, half-sobbing, half-rejoicing note in it. It was not the voice of one who had recently killed a man. In it was a pathos which Kent knew she was trying to hide behind brave words.
How faint and languid, finally, we would return, towards nightfall, to our desired morsel, half-rejoicing, half-reluctant, that the hours of our uneasy liberty had expired! Any complaint which he had to make was sure of being attended to. This was understood at Christ's, and was an effectual screen to him against the severity of masters, or worse tyranny of the monitors.
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