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Why, it gets even my nerve! It fascinated me, but once was enough. I couldn't stand to see his face when his Huns come back to him." "His Huns!" ejaculated Lenore, shuddering. "What do you mean?" "Those Huns he killed come back to him. He fights them. You see him go through strange motions, an' it's as if his left arm wasn't gone.
And, oh, how dear he had become! Then Anderson roared his delight in that letter and banged the table with his fist. The girls excitedly talked in unison. But the mother was significantly silent. Lenore forgot them presently and went back to her dreaming. It was just about dark when her father called. "Lenore." "Yes, father," she replied.
You've missed some excitement and violence." His face had grown white again grave now and troubled. "May I speak to your father?" he asked. "Yes," she replied. "If I come back from the war well not crippled will you promise to marry me?" "Kurt, I promise now." That seemed to shake him. "But, Lenore, it is not fair to you.
"Let's get over the fence an' find what it was they threw in there." Jake rested a lean hand on a post and vaulted the fence. But Anderson had to climb laboriously and painfully over the barbed-wire obstruction. Lenore marveled at his silence and his persistence. Anderson hated wire fences.
Sanin on his side begged the ladies to sing something; they too did not wait to be pressed. Frau Lenore sat down to the piano and sang with Gemma some duets and 'stornelle. The mother had once had a fine contralto; the daughter's voice was not strong, but was pleasing. But it was not Gemma's voice it was herself Sanin was admiring.
I'll find the guilty one." "Wait till we get Lenore out of the way," replied Anderson "Boss, me an' Bill can answer fer thet outfit as it stands, an' no risks fer nobody," put in Jake, coolly. Anderson's reply was cut short by a loud explosion. It frightened Lenore. She imagined one of the steam-engines had blown up.
He seconded this desire, and indeed Miles and Anne only saw that he had a bad cold; but Rosamond no sooner had her husband to herself, than she raved over his wrongs to her heart's content, and implored Julius to redress them, though how, she did not well know, since she by turns declared that Frank was well quit of Lenore, and that he would never get over the loss.
I fear I shall laugh at death. Oh, Lenore, consider that! To laugh in the ghastly face of death! If I yield utterly to a fiendish joy of bloody combat, then my mind will fail, and that in itself would be evidence of God. I do not read over my letters to you, I just write. Forgive me if they are not happier. Every hour I think of you. At night I see your face in the shadow of the tent wall.
It was thought best not to distract Lady Susan, and Lenore was relieved not to have her vehement regret and fussy cares about her; but there were still two hours to be spent before starting, and in these Dr. Easterby was the kindest of comforters. Had she erred in her concealment? He thought she had, though with much excuse.
Blithe ghosts were wandering by, in all varieties of apparel, and I distinctly observed Dante's Beatrice, leaning loving on the arm of Sir Philip Sidney, while Dante was closely engaged in conversation with the lost Lenore, celebrated by Mr. Edgar Allan Poe.
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