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Then he returned and stood with his back to the stove, staring at her while she perused the contents of the papers, which were more voluminous than she had supposed. For a long time the girl pored over the documents. The purport of the papers was only too obvious; and, as she read, the proof of her uncle's guilt stood out clear and damning.
They are home-relics, whose sacred worth is intelligible to all; spoils rescued from the devouring grave, which, to the affectionate, are beyond all price. How dear to a forlorn survivor the book over whose pages he has pored with one departed! How much greater its value, if that hand, now cold, had written a thought, an opinion, or a name, upon the leaf!
When did you draw them?" "On Tuesday, in the work-room. You know, I've got a corner where I can work. Often I can do every single thing they need in the department, before dinner. Then I work for myself in the afternoon, and just see to things at night." "Yes," she said, turning the leaves of his sketch-book. Frequently he hated Miriam. He hated her as she bent forward and pored over his things.
"I shall be very pleased to explain if you are in doubt," I suggested; but she declined laughingly, saying it would amuse her to puzzle out things, so I left her the book and composed myself into a corner while the train rattled on. I mused and dozed and dreamily watched her pretty face admiringly, as she pored over the pages of the Guide, little thinking she was perfecting a plan for my undoing.
Louis, though he was revived to interest by the pannikin of tea and a cigarette and biscuits, sank back into deep depression after a few minutes, saying that their coming into the Bush had been the act of lunatics, that they would die of starvation and thirst until she made him take out his map and find out where they were. Together they pored over it.
"I noticed the Morning Post naval man the other day made a very guarded reference to some secret means of dealing with these vermin." Lady Conyers sailed into the room, a telegram in her hand. "A wireless from Ralph," she announced. "Listen." Have sunk two of the brutes. More to come. Love. Ralph. They pored over the telegram and the newspaper until the breakfast was cold.
Reader, have you ever pored days and nights over the pages of Snorro?—probably not, for he wrote in a language which few of the present day understand, and few would be tempted to read him tamed down by Latin dragomans.
Dr Johnson asked, in the evening, to see Dr M'Lean's books. He took down Willis De Anima Brutorum, and pored over it a good deal. Miss M'Lean produced some Erse poems by John M'Lean, who was a famous bard in Mull, and had died only a few years ago. He could neither read nor write.
Congreve, and had the most interesting stories to tell of the northern lands he had visited. Then his books of travel and legend, how bewitching they were! While Harry Mitchell revelled in Garth's specimens, Yaspard pored over his books, and could scarcely be torn from them. "Oh, Harry," he said, "wouldn't you like his chance of going away and discovering all sorts of places and things?"
No harm to him, lady; but to you obeying him, destruction, death!" Molly stared. Her breath came hollow from her mouth. "Death, Grifone?" she faltered, and then pored over his face again. He nodded his words into her. "Death, Madonnina." The girl tottered to her feet had to balance like a rope-dancer to keep upon them. "But then but then O Saviour!" She threw her arms up.
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