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And while the tale was still upon his lips, while Quita sat listening to it, white and tearless, his hand grasping her own, a merciful fate brought her an envelope quaveringly addressed in pencil, containing word of definite progress at last, and an assurance that once he could set foot to ground nothing should hold him back.
Still all consumption of liquor is not confined to Ireland, and I well remember when I was with Bogue in Scotland, that one night he had a fellow-farmer of the very best type to dine with him, and about ten o'clock, with much difficulty, my man and I hoisted him into the saddle. An hour afterwards we heard a knock at the door, and a voice rather quaveringly inquired:
The Big Business Man produced three small flasks of water and six flat, square tins containing compressed food. The Very Young Man opened one of them. "Chocolate soldiers we are," he said, and laughed. The Banker was visibly nervous and just a little frightened. "Are you sure you haven't forgotten something?" he asked, quaveringly.
"Had you not a sister, Mopo, a certain Baleka, who afterwards entered the house of the Black One and bore a son and died in the Tatiyana Cleft? Shall I tell you how she died?" "Tell it not! Tell it not!" exclaimed the old man quaveringly. "So be it. There is no need.
I turned to find Gil and half-a-dozen servants standing with pale faces at my back. Croisette seized my hand with a sob. "Oh, my lord," cried Gil, quaveringly. But I shook one off, I frowned at the other. "Take up this carrion!" I said, touching it with my foot, "And hang it from the justice-elm. And then close the gates! See to it, knaves, and lose no time."
I'd rather have my boy a soldier at a time like this than have him be ruler of a country." The old man's words ended quaveringly. The pent-up agony of his disappointment in his son surged over him, and he bowed his head in his hands and wept. Phœbe sent Granny to comfort him, and then stole away. The veteran's grief left an impression upon her. Were his words prophetic?
"David Mason Jeffries," she said "le's me and you go play out on the stairs!" And ever in the empty home a voice goes moaning on and on, and "Where is Mary Alice?" it cries, and "Where is Mary Alice Smith?" And the still belated echo, through the high depths of the old hall overhead, answers quaveringly back, "Oh she has gone home!" But her voice it is silent evermore!
You're my mother, and you " She paused; "I never thought of you being old, or dying, ever. And yet I suppose you are rather old?" She pondered. "I suppose some day you'll die? Mother! promise me you won't!" she said, quaveringly. "Edith, don't be a goose!" Mrs. Houghton said, laughing but she turned and kissed the rosy, anxious face, "Maurice's wife isn't old at all. She's quite young.
"Isabel has a badly bruised hand no bones broken but it was an ugly smash. She will have to carry it in a sling for a few days." "Her hand," Archie murmured, so quaveringly that Mrs. Perry looked at him curiously.
From the puckered front peered a woman and two children; the man of the family was walking wearily beside, swinging an ox-goad. "Howdy, strangers?" he hailed, as he halted. "Are these the Californy diggin's?" "Is this Californy?" put in the woman, quaveringly. "You bet your bottom dollar, friends," was the hearty answer.
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