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And then, when the hour has come at last, have you been able to take your departure without some half-reproachful feeling akin to melancholy without some slight shade of regret to think that much as you have hated it, you look upon it all now for the last time? Perhaps the sun breaks out and shines upon the old place as you catch your last glimpse.

Sometimes in his dreams he saw the familiar face looking at him with pensive, half-reproachful glances; and then a dark figure that was strange to him came between him and that gentle shadow, and thrust the vision away with a ruthless hand.

"If you'd only followed me we could have caught 'em all," he said, in a half-reproachful tone, as he came up to the boys. "I don't believe you could have overtaken them if all of us had been close at your heels," replied George, speaking with considerable difficulty because of the shortness of his breath.

I stood awhile, looking through the porch at the stars, with a heart full of love and gratitude, and then walked slowly forth. I had engaged a bed at a decent alehouse close by, and was going out at the gate, when, happening to turn my head, I saw a light in the Doctor's study. A half-reproachful fancy came into my mind, that he had been working at the Dictionary without my help.

"So Holofernes will have his way, never mind whose heart breaks for it," said my wife next morning, at breakfast, in that half-didactic, half-reproachful way of hers, which is harder to bear than her most energetic assault. Holofernes, too, is with her a pet name for any fell domestic despot.

'I have promised will you not trust me? he said in a half-reproachful tone; and Adelaide bent eagerly forward to catch a glimpse of the young girl to whom these words were addressed; but her face was turned away, and the large hood of a woollen cloak was drawn over her head, almost completely concealing her features. 'I do trust you, she said in reply to the young man's words 'I do indeed.

Then seeing his father's half-reproachful, half-puzzled look he said shamefacedly: "Forgive me, father, I really couldn't help it. The idea of your talking about love! The oddity of it came over me all of a heap." "Why should I not talk about love?" "Don't be so comically serious, father," said Daniel, smiling afresh. "What's come over you? What have you to do with love?

What a, marvellous, half-reproachful, half-appealing smile lingered on the finely-curved set lips! ... How wonderful, how beautiful, how beloved beyond all words was this fair dead god of poesy on whom he gazed with such a passion of yearning!

It was just as if I saw her with that half-whimsical, half-reproachful expression in her eyes, holding up her finger at me. And there were other mornings when she'd say, 'The mountain's lonesome today, he wants me. And I vow, I'd look at the mountain and it would seem lonesome. That sounds like nonsense, don't it?" Euphrasia demanded, with a sudden sharpness.

Richardson for?" asked the young girl, with a half-reproachful, half-mischievous look in her bright eyes. "I packed him off because I thought it was a little too hard on you and Mrs. Bradley to entertain him without help." "But as he was OUR guest, you might have left that to us," said Miss Macy. "By Jove! I never thought of that," said Mainwaring, coloring in consternation.