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Bawdrey gave a heart-wrung cry and hid her face in her hands. "You and your eternal doldrums! Here, Bawdrey, lend a hand, old chap. We can get him upstairs without the assistance of this human trombone, I know." But "this human trombone" was not minded that they should; and so it fell out that, when Lieutenant Forshay led Mrs.
The very doggrel of them, the total absence of any attempt at ornament in diction or polish in metre, is proof complete of their deep heart-wrung sincerity. They are like the wail of a lost child, rather than the remorse of a Titan. The heart of the man was so young to the last; the boy-vein in him, as perhaps in all great poets, beating on through manhood for good and for evil.
Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agonised as in that hour left my lips; for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love. Two days are passed.
Her powers of resistance forsook her in her unutterable and soul-felt distress heart-wrung, forsaken and provoked. A variety of painful sensations raised a hot vehement storm in her bosom, which checked her breath, and at last found relief in a passionate and convulsive weeping that shook her whole body. She saw nothing more, she heard nothing more, she only shed tears and felt herself miserable.
I wonder if in that dim world beyond, as he came gliding in, there rose on some wan throne a King, a dark and pierced Jew, who knows the writhings of the earthly damned, saying, as he laid those heart-wrung talents down, "Well done!" while round about the morning stars sat singing.
It was the first of those heart-wrung fancies that went to the making of the volume that lies before me as I write the familiar lament for the lost "Maid of the Moor" that shepherds still are singing on his native hills. "A ballant!" said he, wondering, and with some contempt. "That's just what it is," said his brother. "There was never the like broke out in this family before, I'm glad to say."
"The past is past," I cried, and all the while across the gulf of five and twenty years I could hear my poor mother's heart-wrung weeping for that daughter baby who had suffered and died.
You are pure. Enter." As soon as she had disappeared within the temple, the priest turned to the gate-keeper and exclaimed: "Is this how you serve the goddess, is this how you take advantage of a heart-wrung woman? Give me the keys of this gate. Your office is taken from you, and early to-morrow you go out in the fields, and keep the geese of Hathor."
"Edith," he repeated, and again no words can tell the pathos, the despair of that cry, "forgive me have pity on me. You hate me, and I deserve your hate, but oh! if you knew, even you would have mercy and relent!" He touched her in spite of herself. Even a heart of stone might have softened at the sound of that despairing, heart-wrung voice at sight of that death-like, tortured face.
She had accepted Mr Grey because she liked him and honoured him. "And I did love him," she said to herself, now on this morning. Poor, wretched, heart-wrung woman! As she sat there thinking of it all in her solitude she was to be pitied at any rate, if not to be forgiven.
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