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Updated: July 23, 2025
Heigh-ho! hour there is none, Love of my heart, but thou art my light; Never forsaking, Noon or day-breaking, Midnights of sorrow thy comforts make bright. Heigh-ho! Love is my life, Live I in loving and love I to live: Heigh-ho! "Monsieur La Mothe, Monsieur La Mothe, have you deceived us all these days?"
But then I should not believe it .... nor the rejoinder to that.... nor the demurrer to that again .... So.... I am both sleepy and hungry.... or rather, sleepiness and hunger are me. Which is it! Heigh-ho.... and Raphael finished his meditation by a mighty yawn. This hopeful oration was delivered in a fitting lecture-room.
Poor old David!" here she alluded to the horse who was tugging a roughly made dogcart up the very steep hill "he'll miss us, perhaps; and so will Fritz and Andrew, the sheep-dogs. Heigh-ho! there's no good being too sorrowful. That money is a rare comfort!"
A tug puffed fussily upstream, red and yellow markings on its grimy black. Jenks was asleep in the corner, but he woke as they clattered across the bridge. "Heigh-ho!" he sighed, stretching. "Back to the old graft again." Yet once more Peter began to collect his belongings. It seemed ages since he had got into the train at Victoria, and he felt particularly grubby and unshaven.
"Heigh-ho!" he said on a sigh, walking over and placing his hand on Zoe's curls. "I make up my mind I am seeck of this business. I wait only for this war to live my day quietly in Capri, where I have my casa, and now a new nightingale flies in at my window. Twice now.
"Father Joseph," answered the good priest. "Fly! you are lost!" cried Marie. 'Blow, blow, thou winter wind; Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly. Most friendship is feigning; most loving mere folly.
As it was, she broke from him, panting. She laughed next minute, and with that laugh his power fell among the heather. "Really," said Lady Pippinworth, "you are much too stout for this kind of thing." She looked him up and down with a comic sigh. "You talk as well as ever," she said condolingly, "but heigh-ho, you don't look the same.
She watched his tall figure as he strode down the hill towards the town to keep an imaginary appointment. "He used to be a nice boy," she sighed, "and now he is a man.... Heigh-ho, you're a back number, Millie, dear!" But she was her own bright self when she returned to the bald-headed Ducrot and the bewigged Mrs. Devar. "What a small world it is!" she vowed. "I ran across Medenham in the hall."
"Did mother call?" she murmured. "Oh, dear! I don't want to get up." "Thy wits are wool-gathering, Sally," laughed Peggy slipping from the high bed without touching the small flight of steps generally used for descending. "Thee is not at home, but in Freehold. We must dress with speed, for the friends wish to go to the meeting-house." "Heigh-ho!" yawned Sally rubbing her eyes.
"Heigh-ho," said the Doctor, "I believe I will go with you, lad." For some time they had been silent and it was almost as though the old man had spoken to his companion's thoughts. "Go where?" asked Dan, turning over on his side and half-raising himself on his elbow. "Why home to Mutton Hollow, of course. You'll be leaving pretty soon now, I reckon." "I suppose so," mused Dan vaguely.
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