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The grand-aunt of the dead child, who seemed the most profoundly afflicted of all that numerous household, still lay prostrate at the feet of her pale cold darling, and would not be comforted. As his Majesty entered, silently ushered, she moved, and mutely laid her head upon his feet, moaning, Poot-tho! Poot-tho! There were tears and sighs and heart-wrung sobs around.
The Callenders looked heart-wrung, but Flora smiled on as she thought what comfort it would be to give each of them some life-long disfigurement. Suddenly Constance cheered up: "Flora, I've guessed something! Yes, I've guessed who was intending and, maybe, still intends to bring him!" Flora turned prettily to Anna: "Have you?" Quite as prettily Anna laughed.
"Yes, yes. That was an Extraordinary Case too." Mrs. Warren warmed with her subject. "Here is a woman obviously concealing herself from the world in a lodging-house, plainly possessing money, owning a huge ruby ring, receiving documents stamped with imposing seals, taking exercise only by night, heart-wrung over the non-arrival of letters which are due.
"This happened a week ago. She only stayed a night," replied Sir Anthony. "I wish to God we had never seen her or heard of her." And then the good, heart-wrung little man, who had been beating about the bush for half an hour, came straight to the point. "You remember Althea's visit to Scotland in January last year?" "Perfectly," said I. He rose from his chair and looked at me in wrinkled anguish.
If you could have heard her heart-wrung cry, 'There will be no one to defend you! Oh! What shall I do!" "The stainless little soul of her!" the Duchess exclaimed. "Her world holds only love and tenderness. Her goodbye to you meant that in her penitence she wanted to take you into it in the one way she feels most sacred. She will not die. She will live to give you the child.
The truth the awful truth she uttered shook Joan from head to foot. She sprang up and stood before her in heart-wrung fury. "Oh! You are a hideously cruel woman!" she cried. "They say even tigers care for their young! But you you can say that to me. 'When a man's dead, it's too late." "It is too late it IS too late!" Lady Mallowe persisted. Why had not she struck this note before?
I have not said a word not I!" At this heart-wrung speech the children fell at their father's feet. "We all love you," said Hortense. Lisbeth, as rigid as a statue, watched the group with a superior smile on her lips. Just then Marshal Hulot's voice was heard in the anteroom. The family all felt the importance of secrecy, and the scene suddenly changed.
I have not said a word not I!" At this heart-wrung speech the children fell at their father's feet. "We all love you," said Hortense. Lisbeth, as rigid as a statue, watched the group with a superior smile on her lips. Just then Marshal Hulot's voice was heard in the anteroom. The family all felt the importance of secrecy, and the scene suddenly changed.
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! Ae farewell, and then forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me; Dark despair around benights me.
Nothing can dwarf personal anguish at its moment of highest power; to the last agony and despairing terror of the heart-wrung the cataclysm of earthquake, tornado, shipwreck is but the awesome back drop of the scene.
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