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Longworth brought over a neat package of manuscript that evening, which I sent, with a letter to Mr. . We sat talking on the porch, watching the moon rise and flood the dew-wet fields with a tide of white radiance. Occasionally we heard Mr. or Mrs. Hopper in the lamp-lit sitting-room making brief comments on neighborhood gossip, or the crops, and then Mrs.
"I would return in the early night from one of my patrols with the shepherd, a friendly face would meet me in the door, a friendly retriever scurry up stairs to fetch my slippers, and I would sit down with the Vicomte for a long, silent, solitary lamp-lit evening by the fire."
I would return in the early night from one of my patrols with the shepherd; a friendly face would meet me in the door, a friendly retriever scurry upstairs to fetch my slippers; and I would sit down with the "Vicomte" for a long, silent, solitary lamp-lit evening by the fire.
Looking ahead he saw the one light in the darkness, the window of their lamp-lit cottage. He loved to think of his mother, and the other jolly people. "Well, everybody else has been in long ago!" said his mother as they entered. "What does that matter!" he cried irritably. "I can go a walk if I like, can't I?" "And I should have thought you could get in to supper with the rest," said Mrs. Morel.
He found himself in a long oak-panelled room; that room whose west window looked out across the courtyard to the east window of the library. It was almost dark except for a small fire-lit, lamp-lit, square at the far end. Lucia was sitting in a low chair by the fireplace, under the tall shaded lamp, where the light fell full on her shoulders. She was not alone.
None, yet he felt injured all the same. As he sat by her now in the lamp-lit piazza, the thought that would not leave his mind was the thought that Silas had kissed her. Behind the thought was the feeling of the boy who sees the other boy going off with the ripest and rosiest apple. And Phyl was charming to-night.
But Owen sat late in the library sat, indeed, till the short summer night began to recede with stealthy, sliding footsteps before the victorious onrush of the dawn; and in those quiet, lamp-lit hours he asked himself despairingly why he had been in such haste to marry. One consolation lay in the fact that Toni herself had not the slightest idea that her marriage was anything but a success.
A sort of spiritual asphyxiation overtook one at last, in which the mere stony Briticism of the London hotel seemed to have a part. If you awoke again into that taste of soft-coal smoke, went down to another of those staggering lamp-lit breakfasts. But why staggering? "Can you not take coffee and rolls in London as well as in some Paris café"? It would seem so, yet it cannot be done.
"O well, then, I reckon it wasn't anything much, was it?" "I don't know, but Johanna, you can go on into church." They loitered among the dim, lamp-lit shadows of the church-yard trees. "You said you were not like most engaged girls." "Well, I'm not, am I?" "No, but why did you say so?" "Why, you know, Barb, most girls are distressed with doubts of their own love. I'm not.
The hack, which had been moving along at a rapid pace, slowed now to a walk among the thickening traffic, and from a mere moving mass the crowd appeared as individuals a stream of dark figures and white faces. Her eyes slipped from one to another. Here one stood still on the lamp-lit corner, looking down, with lips moving quickly and silently.
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