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Cheiron paused, hammer in hand, his lips parted for the very words which he was about to utter, his round open eyes wandering irresolutely from the praefect's face to that of the speaker with the melodious voice. And on the hot noonday air there trembled a long sigh of pain, like the breaking of a human heart. But the same voice, soft and low, was heard again: "The girl pleases me!

True, there were the stars, blinking high above the stress and turmoil of the tireless wind, but he was too young yet to understand the way they pointed. As he stood irresolutely sobbing, one ache of loneliness and homesickness and fear, he heard the call of a human voice and his name, the voice coming to him high above the wind, with its own note of terrorized anguish. His father's voice!

He first looked into the shed, and, finding the horse still standing there, waited irresolutely near the door of his sister's lodging. Half an hour elapsed, and, while thinking he would climb into a loft hard by for a night's rest, there seemed to be a movement within the shutters of the sitting-room that his sister occupied.

Weary's horse stumbled and went to his knees, so that Happy Jack forged ahead just when the wind, puffing up from the open, blew aside the gray fog-wall. It was not a minute, nor half that; but it was long enough for Happy Jack to see, clear and close, Blink pausing irresolutely upon the edge of a deep, brush-filled gulley.

How do you know?" asked Maria, laying her work on the table beside the lamp, and rising. "I don't know. I do know." "Nonsense!" Still Maria stood looking irresolutely at Lily. "I know," said Lily, and she trembled perceptibly. "I don't see how you can tell," said Maria. She made a step towards the door. Lily sprang up. "I am going home," said she. "Going home? Why?"

The old man looked, irresolutely and helplessly, first at her, then to the right and left, then at her again, and shook his head. It was plain that she was thenceforth his guide and leader. The child felt it, but had no doubts or misgiving, and putting her hand in his, led him gently away.

He shook his father's hand impatiently. "Yes, yes," said Lasse, almost in tears. "You mustn't be impatient." He looked about him irresolutely. Here he was in the midst of all this splendor, and could not even find a humble situation for himself and the boy. He could not understand it. Had the whole world changed since his time? He trembled to his very finger-tips when the last cart drove off.

He was a weak-eyed, weak-chinned, indecisive man. "'Tis a damned murder!" O'Brien cried out. "I'll have none of ut," Mahoney announced. "Not a bite shall pass me lips." "Then 'tis yer share for better men than yerself," Sullivan sneered. "Go on with yer duty, cook." "'Tis not me duty, the killin' of b'ys," Gorman protested irresolutely.

His song died upon his lips, and he turned irresolutely, as though to fly, but it was too late; he had recognized at the same moment Miss Deborah and Miss Ruth Woodhouse. By no possibility could he say which he had seen first. He advanced to meet them, but the spring had gone from his tread and the light from his eye; he was thrown back upon his perplexities.

Many a night he sauntered irresolutely about the gambling places in obscure streets, and the glare of light, the rude shouts and clamors in the same moment repelled and attracted him. If he went to the devil, who would care? His father had himself pointed out the way to him; and nobody could blame him if he followed the advice.