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Updated: May 1, 2025
"I don't want to be unkind, but you must not do that again. If you want to keep your secret, never sing a hymn again as long as you live." "Ah!" Harriet gave a gasp, then a half-sob. "Ah! But I love to sing them, honey. I have sung them every Sunday all my life, and he loved them. He said I could sing with anybody, he wouldn't except angels. I 'most felt he was listening."
"Poor little girl!" said Bert, catching sympathetically at the half-sob in her voice. "Thank you," answered Kate on an indrawn breath. And then, "What would you do? I'm only a girl after all, am I not? Here I'm leaning on you, asking for advice." Bertram did not answer for a time. Then: "Sure you don't love him?" "Not not entirely. I might if he made me." Bertram was looking straight down on her.
Peg touched him timidly and peered up into his face. She thought his cheeks were wet. But that could not be. She had never seen her father cry. "What are ye thinkin' about, father?" she whispered. His voice broke. He did not want her to see his emotion. He answered with a half-laugh, half-sob: "Thinkin' about, is it?
It was from Amy Leffingwell. Cope read it, folded his arms on his desk, bowed his head on his arms, and, being alone, gave a half-sob. Then he lifted his head, with face illumined and soul refreshed. Amy had asked for an end to their engagement. "What does she say?" asked Lemoyne, an hour later. "She says what you say!" exclaimed Cope with shining eyes and a trace of half-hysteric bravado.
And Thuvia of Ptarth, true daughter of Barsoom, found her breath quickening and heart leaping to the memory of this other smile the smile that she would never see again. With a little half-sob the girl sank to the pile of silks and furs that were tumbled in confusion beneath the east windows, burying her face in her arms.
After a moment he stopped abruptly. "Anina, that little song you sang in the boat that day you remember the day we went to the Water City? Sing it again, Anina." She sang it through softly, just as she had in the boat, to its last ending little half-sob. Mercer laid his guitar on the sand beside him.
The only sign of her troubled day is a frequent half-sob and the sadness of her mouth, which is constantly reading the riot act to her laughing eyes in the waking hours. Poor girl! She is only one of many whose hopes wither like rose-leaves in a hot sun when met by authority in the form of tyrannical relatives. The arched sky over the mountain of "Two Leaves" is all a-shimmer with the coming day.
On the threshold, Ina paused suddenly and flung her arms around the other girl. "Oh, honey," she said, with a half-sob "oh, honey, how can we talk of who is handsome and who isn't, whether he is the butcher, the baker, or the candlestick-maker, when, when " The two clung together for a minute, then Charlotte put her sister gently away.
At nine o'clock she dragged her weary self upstairs. As she passed the door of her sanctum on the way to her bed-chamber, she paused, then entered, and lighted the gas-jet over her desk. On it lay the page of foolscap, blank but for the words: "He was " The day had gone and the plot with it. With a half-sob she sat down and wrote with tired and trembling fingers: "He was this morning.
At the clasp of the young arms about her face took light as from an inner source, and breath came back to her in a sudden gasp. She tried to speak, but the only word that came was "Lydia! Lydia! Lydia!" The girl laughed, a half-sob breaking her voice as she answered whimsically, "Well, who did you expect to see?" Mrs.
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