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At that, a tall young fellow came springing into the clearing, jumping exultantly over brush-heaps and tree-trunks, his queue waggling, his eyes bright, glad, under his three-cornered hat. Joying that her father had yielded, he ran forward till he saw Ruth's tears. "What, sweetheart! crying? It was the signal to come on," cried he. "Yes; to see you sooner, George. Father is out yonder.
"Full oft have I heard tell of thee, my son, strange tales and marvellous. Some do liken thee to a demon joying in slaughter, and some to an archangel bearing the sword of God." "And how think you, reverend mother?" "I think of thee as a man, my son. I have heard thee named 'outlaw' and 'lawless ravener, and some do call thee 'Beltane the Smith. Now wherefore smith?"
"Any twinges, or hurts, or aches, or hints of aches?" Linday demanded. Strang shook his curly head and stretched his lithe body, living and joying in every fibre of it. "You'll do, Strang. For a winter or two you may expect to feel the cold and damp in the old wounds. But that will pass, and perhaps you may escape it altogether." "God, Doctor, you have performed miracles with me.
Flitted that fond ideal world, And to the shore in tumult tost The realms of fairy bliss were lost. Yet, with a stern delight and strange, I saw the spirit-stirring change, As warr'd the wind with wave and wood, Upon the ruin'd tower I stood, And felt my heart more strongly bound, Responsive to the lofty sound, While, joying in the mighty roar, I mourn'd that tranquil scene no more.
Flitted that fond ideal world, And to the shore in tumult tost The realms of fairy bliss were lost. Yet, with a stern delight and strange, I saw the spirit-stirring change, As warr'd the wind with wave and wood, Upon the ruin'd tower I stood, And felt my heart more strongly bound, Responsive to the lofty sound, While, joying in the mighty roar, I mourn'd that tranquil scene no more.
"Don't, please," pleaded a voice, breathless from its owner's impotent effort to be free. "You must not, we must not yet. I'm bad, I know, but not wholly. Please let me go." Unconscious of time, unconscious of place, oblivious to aught save the moment, the man held his ground, joying in his victory, in her effort to escape. Save that one casual glance long before, he had not looked out of doors.
I my grateful voice would blend, With nature's loud thanksgiving; Praises through the earth would send For the bliss of living. Then, God, look on me, From Thy throne eternal, Make pure unto Thee, This my hymn diurnal. On the wings of morning, With songs of birds up-soaring, I address Thee, Praise and bless Thee, Joying and adoring.
My reason dictated that the beating Thomas Mugridge had received was an ill thing, and yet for the life of me I could not prevent my soul joying in it. And even while I was oppressed by the enormity of my sin, for sin it was, I chuckled with an insane delight. I was no longer Humphrey Van Weyden. I was Hump, cabin-boy on the schooner Ghost.
He crowds them so full of human creatures, each with its own individuality and character, that we have no care for more than just as much story as may serve to show them struggling, joying, sorrowing, loving. If the incidents will do this for us we are satisfied. It is not necessary that those incidents should be made to go through cunning evolutions to a definite end.
Anon he plungeth in despite the buffet of the waves * The while to sight the bellying net his eager glances strain; Till joying at the night's success, a fish he bringeth home * Whose gullet by the hook of Fate was caught and cut in twain. Then quoth he, "Up and to it; I am sure of His beneficence, Inshallah!" So he continued:
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