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There is a connexion between the mind and the body so subtle that it has hitherto eluded the eagle-eye of Physiology, and will perhaps remain inscrutible forever to human comprehension. But that this connexion exists is fully demonstrated by medical experience, and observation. Many bodily disorders derange the mind, and have in many instances totally destroyed it.
Dear Dairy, he decieved me, and that is one thing I cannot forgive. So now I sit here among my pillows, while the nurse sleeps, and I reflect about many Things. But one speach rings in my ears over and over. Carter Brooks, on learning about Switzerland, said it in a strange maner, looking at me with inscrutible eyes. "Switzerland! Why, Bab I don't want you to go so far away."
Not many, for water is much more precious. Here also is a carbine, your carbine, sidi. Try not to use it except to shoot antelopes. And there is this." He spread out a roll of paper. I saw his inscrutible face bent over it; his eyes were smiling; he looked at me. "Once out of the enclosures, what way did you plan to go?" he asked.
That sly twinkle in the Captain's eyes, that triumphant smile wreathing the Captain's lips, must surely mean mischief. He began to anticipate some startling and unpleasant revelation. He began to understand that in some manner this inscrutible schemer had contrived to overreach him. "What are you going to tell me?" he asked. "I see there is some lurking mischief in your mind.
For some inscrutible reason known only to the commanding officers the brigade had been for nearly a week in camp on the banks of the swift running Cumberland. They had been bright, sunshiny days, the last two of them. Much rain in the hill country had swollen the swift waters of the Cumberland and they fiercely clamored their devious way to the broad Ohio.
He was seated and, more inscrutible than ever, had begun again to blow great puffs of gray smoke from his pipe. The burning brush cast a flickering light. I caught a glimpse of Morhange. He seemed very pale. With both hands braced against the wall, he was working to decipher a mass of signs which I could scarcely distinguish. Nevertheless, I thought I could see his hands trembling.
As he stood at the window, he stared into the brilliancy and the shadows of the icy, unresponsive night seeking a sign. But the cold splendor of the cloudless sky and glittering moon and the inscrutible shadows in the garden below where the leafless trees and bushes cast monster shapes upon the frozen ground, alike mocked him. Presently there was the first hint of softness in the night.
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