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"It must have been a trick of the imagination." "No, no," said Don Rocco. "I really heard the 'Amen. It seemed to be a voice from under the earth. A great big voice. It did not seem that of a man, but rather of a bull." "It may have been the bishop," suggested the woman. "Isn't there a bishop buried here? Such things have been heard of." Don Rocco kept silent.
At first their national hopes had been set on the restoration of the Davidic kingdom; then the Davidic king himself had grown in their imagination until, as Messiah in a proper sense, he gathered to himself supernal attributes; then, as a child of their desperate national circumstances, the hope was born of their Messiah's sudden coming on the clouds of heaven for their help.
My politeness seemed rather to confuse her, but she went away reiterating her gratitude. Next day I dined at the celebrated Chartreuse, and in the evening I reached Milan, and got out at Count A B 's, who had not expected me till the following day. The countess, of whom my fancy had made a perfect woman, disappointed me dreadfully. It is always so when passion gives reins to the imagination.
Such an error should impress us as a thing to be repented of, and we should try to ascertain why and how it was that we fell into it, and it should put us on our guard; that we may be more accurate in future. Inaccuracy of speech often arises from a desire to tell a good story, resulting from the love of admiration or from an ill-trained imagination.
They would be happy together always, happy beyond volumes of words to say, beyond thought to think, beyond imagination to imagine.
There tutored in the Indian languages and inflamed of imagination as he looked day after day off to the west, his thoughts "made alliance with the sun," as Lescarbot would have said, and dwelt on' exploration and empire. It was ten years later that those who were keeping the mission and the trading-post on Point St.
"The man is beautiful," I replied dully. "He is so beautiful," she paused, supporting herself on the arm of a chair, "that he has taken my breath away." "I can understand the impression he has made on you," I replied, my imagination carrying me away in a mad whirl. "I am quite lost in admiration myself, and I can imagine "
All these baffling head-reaches after immortality are but the panics of souls frightened by the fear of death, and cursed with the thrice-cursed gift of imagination. They have not the instinct for death; they lack the will to die when the time to die is at hand.
But it was rather breaking through the feud, wasn't it?" "Feud? What feud?" "The one that exists in your imagination, dear." Soames dropped her arm. Was she mocking, or trying to draw him on? "I suppose she wanted me to buy a picture," he said at last. "I don't think so. Perhaps it was just family affection." "She's only a first cousin once removed," muttered Soames.
She kept her eyes fixed on the opposite shore, on the spot where she knew the patient child was waiting for her. She pictured him walking back and forth, trying by childish devices to while away the time. As the sun sank low she imagined his first anxious look, his alarm, till it seemed impossible for her to bear the thoughts her imagination called up.
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