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Updated: May 6, 2025
You know how wilful your poor, misery-stricken sister is. Take my girl with you; wean her from sights and thoughts of sorrow; let infantine hilarity revisit her heart, and animate her eyes; so could it never be, were she near me; it is far better for all of you that you should never see me again.
Her face was turned from him. For some time both of them lay there without visible signs of life just two muffled, misery-stricken heaps. Then, slowly and languidly, the youth stretched forth an arm from his wrappings and fingered the swaddling folds that enveloped the form of his beloved.
"From where?" asked Agatha, puzzled by the provincialism, and attracted at once by the man's intelligent face, and by a keen, misery-stricken, hungry look, which she had truly called "wolfish." "I be comed fra the miners in Carnwall," reiterated the man, raising his voice threateningly. "They sent I back to Darset to see some o' th' Harpers." "You must go in, Agatha; it is cold.
'You can question him, if you like, said Mumford. 'He's out there. Emmeline opened the door, and at once heard a cry of pain from upstairs. Mumford, also hearing it, and seeing Cobb's misery-stricken face by the light of the hall lamp, whispered to his wife: 'Hadn't you better go up, dear? Dr. Billings may think it strange.
I fed it with a few crumbs from a biscuit; by degrees it revived; its warm fluttering heart beat against me; I cannot tell why I detail this trifling incident but the scene is still before me; the snow-clad fields seen through the silvered trunks of the beeches, the brook, in days of happiness alive with sparkling waters, now choked by ice the leafless trees fantastically dressed in hoar frost the shapes of summer leaves imaged by winter's frozen hand on the hard ground the dusky sky, drear cold, and unbroken silence while close in my bosom, my feathered nursling lay warm, and safe, speaking its content with a light chirp painful reflections thronged, stirring my brain with wild commotion cold and death-like as the snowy fields was all earth misery-stricken the life-tide of the inhabitants why should I oppose the cataract of destruction that swept us away? why string my nerves and renew my wearied efforts ah, why?
Settlers driven from their homes in the upper valley formed almost a procession of misery-stricken people, making their way on horseback, on foot, and in wagons toward Medicine Bend. With them they were bringing all they had saved from the flood the little bunch of cows, the wagonload of hogs, the household effects, the ponies as if war or pestilence had struck the valley. At noon Marion arrived.
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