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Updated: May 21, 2025
The boy was kneeling placidly before the crucifix in his cell when Fra Giulio went to give him his nightly benediction; but the good friar's heart was troubled with tenderness because of a vision, that would not leave him, of a hungering mother's face.
Day after day, in its weary, waiting cruise, it watched out for an opening to that closed-in suffering island, till at length the thunder of the guns, Siboney, San Juan, opened the track, and the wounded troops of our own army, hungering on their own fields, were the reconcentrados of the hour. Tampa became the gathering-point of the army.
They carried her off the stage in a chair, and John, who was donning his robes in the other dressing-room, was hurried over to see how badly she was hurt. "Don't stop for me, Clarence," Gail ordered. "On with the dance, let Joy be unrefined. That is, if she can. I know you're hungering to lash your wretched infant-school forward."
Paris has excelled itself in folly. Hungering for peace, it proclaims a Government which has no legal power to treat for it.
It was always the same story beginning afresh: an apparition; a persecuted shepherdess, who was called a liar; next the covert propulsion of human misery hungering after illusion; then propaganda, and the triumph of the sanctuary shining like a star; and afterwards decline, and oblivion, when the ecstatic dream of another visionary gave birth to another sanctuary elsewhere.
"It is a large sum," I answered. He plucked me by the sleeve. His eyes were hungering already for the gold. "We can get it," he whispered hoarsely. "No trouble to you no risk. I can make all the arrangements. You have only to hand me the documents." "I must think it over," I said. He leaned back in his chair. "Why?" he asked. "What need is there to hesitate? The chance may slip by.
I looked at him, longing, craving, hungering for his love as for a flame at which my heart could warm itself. Then came a blinding moment. It seemed as if in an instant he lost all control of himself, and his love came rushing upon him like a mighty surging river.
He believed that he had a black sin to expiate, and he dared not begin what his soul was hungering to do, because knowing wickedness, he had deliberately sinned. Alternately, he read his Bible and prayed. Late in the day he dropped out of the eddy and floated on down. "I 'low I can keep on huntin' for Jock Drones," he told himself. "I shore can do that, yes, indeed!"
But I know some of them, too, to be longing after what is good, to be hungering and thirsting after righteousness, when they can see nothing but their own sin and weakness, and are utterly ashamed and tired of themselves, and are ready to lie down in despair, and give up all struggling after God.
To THIS man he betrayed his weakness. In his bloodshot eyes there was a hungering look as he watched Carvel the self-confessed outlaw. And Jim Carvel again held out his hand much nearer this time. "You poor devil," he said, the smile going out of his face. "You poor devil!" The words were like a caress to Baree the first he had known since the loss of Nepeese and Pierrot.
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