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With a moan the fellow collapsed on the sidewalk, his jaw broken. Then Tom and Harry wheeled like a flash, eyeing the idlers and roughs sternly. "Don't go any further," proposed Tom, his eyes growing steely, "unless you mean it." Something in the attitude of the trio of athletic figures standing ready before them disquieted the crowd of roughs.
Then quick, leaping upon her, came the recollection of Chrystie's departure that afternoon the clinging embrace, the rush down the steps, the absence of her face at the carriage window. Lorry gave a moan and her hands rose, clutched against her heart.
All he heard was the moan of distant foghorns and the whistling of the gusts in trees somewhere at his left. There were pine groves scattered all along the bluffs on the Eastboro side, so this did not help him much except to prove that the shore was not far away. He pulled harder on the right oar. Then he stopped once more to listen.
My wife was there, half dead, only able to moan; she had to have three nurses, and a doctor every day to visit her; and I was sure of the disastrous result of any musical adventure. No, I was not a coward; I know I was only human. And in spite of all this material misery and the sorrow of being misunderstood, people speak of the glory he enjoyed.
How many lusty, fat, sleek, good-humoured, straight-backed, frolicsome calves had she reared, and when they had come to the age when a mother's pride must be in the full, each in its turn had mysteriously disappeared. Was this not a subject of moan? Why should she not tell her grief to the responsive hills, and send it as far as her voice might carry over the irresponsive sea?
She almost knew he would say now that she was right in refusing him, and right in staying there, as she must. Thoughts of the doctor quieted her, she believed, not knowing that Heaven was already owning its submissive child, and breathing upon it a soothing benediction. The moan of the winter wind and the sound of the snow beating against her little window ceased to annoy her.
"He'll let you stay and sleep in my bed. He won't deny that if I ask him." "No, mother," said Maggie, in a low tone, like a moan. "I will never go in." "Then wait for me outside. I'll get ready and come with you." When his mother appeared with her bonnet on, Tom came out to her in the passage, and put money into her hands. "My house is yours, mother, always," he said.
Before Thoreau's forefinger had pressed the trigger of his rifle a stream of fire shot out from the muzzle of the automatic. Thoreau did not move. Then a shudder passed through him. His rifle dropped from his nerveless hands. Without a moan he crumpled down into the snow. Three of the five bullets that had flashed like lightning from the black-muzzled Savage had passed completely through his body.
"'Little blackguard, said I, 'I'll give you a taste of the whip. "Then he began to moan and cry. I told him that if he would confess all that had happened to him I would let him off the beating. "'Ha, said he, 'I took care not to go in, because of the flying chancres and other wild beasts. I only looked through the chinks of the windows, in order to see how men were manufactured.
She saw the axe laid to their roots, and wept, and turned away her head not to hear their moan, or witness the fall of these leafy protectors of her youth on the echoing and desolate soil of the garden.
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