Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 10, 2025
Sharley leaned far out into the wind to listen to the dying sound, and wondered what it would seem like to-morrow morning when it carried him away. With its pause one of those sudden hushes fell again upon the wind. The homesick bird fluttered about a little, hunting for its nest. "Never to be his wife!" moaned Sharley. What did it mean? "Never to be his wife?"
Even the essences of sanctity cried out in fear, and the gems of holiness moaned and lamented, while our own inner selves fell to ashes, and there was no peace left in the soul, no patience in the heart. No more does the ardent nightingale carol its joyous songs, and the sweet and holy melodies of the immortal dove are hushed.
After the cowboys had gone down it was not a cheerful group left there in the darkening twilight. Castleton prevailed upon them to eat. "This is simply great," whispered Helen. "Oh, it's awful!" moaned Dorothy. "It's your fault, Helen. You prayed for something to happen." "I believe it's a horrid trick those cowboys are playing," said Mrs. Beck.
The girl stared steadily, and her face was like that of a corpse. The barque swung southward, and with the speed of a railway engine rushed on to the stones; the pretty girl moaned, "Oh me! oh me!" She never saw her lad again until his battered body was in the dead-house of the pier.
An hour only he remained, and on a fresh horse was gone, while rain squalls rattled upon the windows and the rising wind moaned through the redwoods, the memory of his visit a whiff, sharp and strong, from the wild outer world.
"She is out of pain when she cries out so." Corydon was coming back from her stupor; the strife began again. She cried out for its end, she could bear no more. "Help me! Help me!" she moaned. The head was the size of a saucer now but each time that she screamed it would go back. Thyrsis stood up to get the strength to grip her hand; her face stared up into the air, looking like the face of a wolf.
Then, behold ye, there's birds o' prey hoverin' over each on ye, and it's which'll be snapped up fust. Then Oh, dear! Oh, dear! it be like the devil come into the world again." Mrs. Berry struck her hands and moaned. "A day I'll give ye: I'll go so far as a week: but there's the outside. Three months dwellin' apart!
Moving back, she slipped a soft shoulder free of it s flimsy covering. Stuart looked and suppressed a groan. Her arm was dotted with the tiny marks made by a hypodermic syringe! "You see!" she whispered tremulously. "If I go, I die, and I am buried alive ... or else I live until my body ..." "Oh, God!" moaned Stuart "the fiend! the merciless, cunning fiend! Is there nothing ..."
First of all, in marrying her at all, when you must have seen you could not have failed to see that she, gentle and helpless creature that she was, was forced by her parents to give you her hand, when her broken heart was not hers to give! "Heaven help me," moaned the Duke of Hereward, covering his face with his hands. "You have done us both this infinite wrong, and you cannot undo it now.
I who have sat on this same hearth on the little stool that is even now beside you there, learning your lessons and looking up into your face, when your face was strange and frightened me!" "Soon forgotten!" moaned Miss Havisham. "Times soon forgotten!" "No, not forgotten," retorted Estella, "not forgotten, but treasured up in my memory. When have you found me false to your teaching?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking