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They ran to where Venn was, and helped him in lifting out the apparently drowned persons, separating them, and laying them out upon the grass. Venn turned the light upon their faces. The one who had been uppermost was Yeobright; he who had been completely submerged was Wildeve. "Now we must search the hole again," said Venn. "A woman is in there somewhere. Get a pole."
Notwithstanding the shabby great coat, the shrewd postilion perceived, by our hero's language, that he was a gentleman. After much dragging at the horses' heads, and pushing and lifting, the carriage was got over what the postilion said was the worst part of the bad step; but as the road "was not yet to say good," he continued walking beside the carriage.
It would have seemed that, since self-support, industrial independence, is the first condition for lifting up any race, that education in theoretical and practical agriculture, horticulture, dairying, and stock-raising, should have occupied the first place in our system.
On the other hand if he willingly gave up all that was in his possession, it would go far to free him from complicity. Lastly, like a venomous snake lifting its head, his own private resentment looked him in the eyes, and there was a new sting added to it now.
Kiss me, Papa, as a promise that you will be reconciled to Walter to my dearest husband to the father of the little child who taught me to come back, Papa Who taught me to come back! As she clung closer to him, in another burst of tears, he kissed her on her lips, and, lifting up his eyes, said, 'Oh my God, forgive me, for I need it very much!
To his best beloved this bird never squawked or whistled; on the contrary, he talked in low, sweet tones, hardly more than a murmur, slightly lifting and quivering his wings, sidling as near as he could get, and if I put my face down to him touching my cheek or lips gently with his beak, in little taps, like kisses. Any one else in that position would receive a violent peck.
Dinneford understand, and it was with difficulty he could suppress a groan as his head drooped forward and his eyes fell to the floor. "It does not pay to keep it any longer," added the woman. Mr. Dinneford made no response. "Gain lies on the other side. The secret is yours, if you will have it." "At what price?" asked Mr. Dinneford, without lifting his eyes. "One thousand dollars, cash in hand."
The boy snatched the piece wolfishly, and was lifting it to his mouth, but he stopped suddenly and stretched out his hand "Here; you have first bite," he said. Helen shook her head, but felt pleased. "No," she said. "It is for you." "Do," said the boy, fighting hard with the longing to begin. "No; eat it yourself."
When past the last house he heard a hammering, and lifting his bowed head he looked back for a moment. Over the chimneys he could see the upper part of the gaol entrance, rich and glowing in the afternoon sun, and some moving figures were there. They were carpenters lifting a post into a vertical position within the parapet. He withdrew his eyes quickly, and hastened on.
Then she took the cloak and hood he had hitherto worn out of doors, laid them down beside the wardrobe, and lifting the end of it with a strength worthy of the blacksmith's daughter, pushed them with her foot into the hollow between the bottom of the wardrobe and the floor of the room.
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