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As Dorcas sang, the walls of her forsaken home seemed to encircle her; she no longer saw the gloomy pines, nor heard the wind which still, as she began each verse, sent a heavy breath through the branches, and died away in a hollow moan from the burden of the song.
As Helen drew closer to him, clinging to his hand in fright, he went on, "Can you ever forgive me for this horror forgive me that I dared to forget it, that I dared to marry you?" The girl's answer was a faint moan, "David, David, have mercy on me!" He gazed at her for a moment, reading still more of her suffering.
Then the king brake it, and made a clerk to read it, and this was the intent of the letter. Most noble knight, Sir Launcelot, now hath death made us two at debate for your love. I was your lover, that men called the Fair Maiden of Astolat; therefore unto all ladies I make my moan, yet pray for my soul and bury me at least, and offer ye my mass-penny: this is my last request.
The moan of anguish which came from his lips as he finished made her repent of her act, and, springing to his side, she exclaimed: "Forgive me, father; I ought not to have done it now. You have enough to bear." "It is right, my child," said Mr. Hamilton; "for after the wound had slightly healed I might have wavered.
Even if she saw him again, what solace could be found in the mere proximity of a man who did not love her, who had never loved her? The child was not enough; its fatherless estate enhanced the misery of her own solitude. When the leaves fell, and the sky darkened, and the long London winter gloomed before her, she sank with a moan of despair. Mary's strength and tenderness were now invaluable.
He sounded so indifferent, she could scarcely refrain from crying. She went and stood in front of him, looking down on him heavily. 'What is it, dear? she said. 'You, he replied, smiling with a little grimace. 'Why me? He smiled at her ironically, then closed his eyes. She slid into his arms with a little moan. He took her on his knee, where she curled up like a heavy white cat.
But after a long, breathless silence, during which Masten's knees threatened to give way, he leaned forward. "Flash it! Quick! Or you go out anyway!" "I'm unarmed!" Masten's voice would not come before. It burst forth now, hysterically, gaspingly, sounding more like a moan than the cry of a man pleading for his life. But it stung the stern-faced man before him to action, rapid and tense.
After such utter stillness that she hardly knew whether he were there or not, she felt his hot hand on her bare shoulder. Was it all to begin again? She shrank down lower still, and a little moan escaped her. He let her go suddenly, and, when at last she looked up, was gone. She got to her feet trembling, and moved quickly from under the yew-trees.
He had stood but a moment when she looked up and saw him. She started, but gave no cry louder than a little moan. Instantly she rose. Turning, she laid the baby on the sofa, and flitted to him like a wraith. Arrived where he stood yet motionless, she fell upon her knees and clasped his. He was far too bewildered now to ask himself what husbands did in such circumstances, and stood like a block.
No mortal ear her calls can hear, The robbers laugh below; Her God alone may hear her moan, Or mark her hour of woe. A cry below, 'Oh! let me go, I am no prince's brother; Their playmate I Oh! hear my cry Restore me to my mother! With anguish sore she shakes the door. Once more Sir Kunz is rearing His giant head. His errand sped She sees him reappearing.
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