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"Snow-blind," echoed Bella. "A bad case," said Hugh. "Get her some soup, Bella, and perhaps, hot water I don't know." He looked up helplessly. Bella went to the kitchen. She had regained her old look of dumbness. Beside the figure on the floor Pete touched one of the girl's small clenched hands. It was like ice. At the touch she moaned, and Hugh ordered sharply: "Let her alone."
The old woman sat and moaned about her troubles, as old women do. She had plenty to moan about. "I wonder where your brother Tom is? We haven't heard from him for a year now. He must be in trouble again; something tells me he must be in trouble again." Mary swung her hood off into her lap. "Why do you worry about it, mother? What's the use?" "I only wish I knew. I only wish I knew!"
Crushed by such a stroke, Jeanne hid her face in her hands and moaned: "O God!" "You must really be bold," continued Micheline, in a furious tone, "to seek him here, in my house, almost in my arms!" Jeanne drew herself up, blushing with shame and grief. "Ah! don't think," she said, "that love brings me here." "What is it then?" asked Micheline, contemptuously.
The tide was still high, the wash of the waves touched his feet; on the one hand the dark sea, unbroken by a light, on the other the dull town blinking out and dropping asleep. He reached the end of the stone pier at the mouth of the harbour, and with his back to the seaward side of the lighthouse he stared down into the grey water that surged and moaned under the rounded wall.
Edith came and put her arms around her, and with gentle, soothing words, as if speaking to a child, half carried her to her room, where she at last sobbed herself asleep. For another hour Edith and the doctor watched alone, and the dying man sank rapidly, going down into the darkness of death without word or sign. "Oh that he would speak once more!" moaned Edith.
"Why ought I, mother?" "Because there's nothing else to be done," replied Mrs. Amber sensibly. "You're right there," Marie moaned, with her forehead against the chair back, "there's nothing else to be done." "What does Osborn say now about a second baby?" "He doesn't know." Mrs. Amber paused and thought before she said: "You ought to tell him at once, my dear. It's possible he might be pleased."
And there's nothing wrong with my eyesight, you know." "Look here, look here," said Lupin, irritably. "Where were you while the woman was waiting?" "In the hall, governor! I never left the hall for a second! I should have seen her go out, blow it!" "Still, she's not here now..." "So I see," moaned the man, quite flabbergasted. "She must have got tired of waiting and gone away.
She neither writhed nor moaned in her pain. She was making no effort to control her feelings: she did not play the stoic or the Christian. Actually she did not feel: she was numb in body and soul.
He turned his face into the pillow, and the longing and loneliness grew worse and hurt him until he moaned. Oh, he wanted to be back home! Surely he had not left it he could never have meant to leave it. Out there the stars would be shining over the harbour. Stephen would be sitting at the door, all alone, with his violin.
His flesh tingled; for he felt that he could almost touch her, and his heart clamored for the warmth of the tender body he had never forgotten. "God!" he moaned between his teeth, "if I could tech her once, jest for once, I'd let Flea stay to hum!" "Did ye speak, Lon?" asked Granny Cronk. "Nope; I were only a thinkin'." "Have ye changed yer mind 'bout Flea?"
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