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Sabrina was looking him sweetly in the face, and smiling at him. "How much time you got?" she asked, like a child. He took out his watch. "My train is at five forty-five," he said. "Then you talk fast." "What you want to know?" asked her friend. He had fallen into homely ways of speech, to fit the time. "You've done real well, ain't you?" asked Sabrina eagerly. The senator nodded.
It gave him his boyhood's mien. "I'll tell you what, Bina," he said, "in that first rough-and-tumble before I made my way, you did me a lot of good." Sabrina lay and looked at him. Even her eyes had a still solemnity. "You wrote me a little note." More color surged into her face, but she did not stir. "I was pretty ambitious then," he went on musingly. "My wife was ambitious, too.
Say, party, if you need any change give me the office and I will slip it to you." Sabrina makes a few remarks concerning a pink-whiskered bark who is trying to convert the merry-merry and questions the propriety of going on an extended yachting cruise with a grass widow for a chaperone. "Say" remarked Sabrina, as we reached her table the other evening. "Did you hear the gladsome tidings?
Their eyes would be sad, and averted from their fate towards the Northern flats, their leader not Isis or Sabrina, but the slowly flowing Lea. No glory of raiment would be theirs, no urgency of dance; but they would be real nymphs. The chauffeur could not travel as quickly as he had hoped, for the Great North Road was full of Easter traffic.
Between the two, the waters of the bay were furrowed by a light coming and going of pleasure-craft, through which, just at the culminating moment of luncheon, the majestic advance of a great steam-yacht drew the company's attention from the peas. "By Jove, I believe that's the Dorsets back!" Stepney exclaimed; and Lord Hubert, dropping his single eye-glass, corroborated: "It's the Sabrina yes."
Then he said he wasn't going to sell till he knew what he was selling for." "Well, I call that kinder long-headed, myself," said Sabrina. "So you might; but the New York man went away that afternoon. 'Well, says he, before he went, 'that's my offer. Take it or leave it." "But that's nothing to be mad about." "We didn't stop there.
And here, though no doubt the poetic beauty reaches a climax in the song to Sabrina a song for pure music certainly unsurpassed and probably unequalled by anything else that Milton ever wrote there are others, such as 'By the rushy-fringed bank, as well as less distinctively lyrical passages, which come within measurable distance even of its perfection.
The knights, eager to be gone, mounted their steeds, as did their squires theirs, while Sabrina conducted Saint George back to the castle, where, in a chamber, hung numberless suits of the most magnificent armour. Choosing out the strongest corselet, Sabrina buckled it on his breast; she laced on his helmet, and completely clothed him in glittering steel.
As we stand upon the elevations of the Cotswolds and look over "Sabrina fair," the lower part of its valley is seen as a broad and fertile plain, and the Severn's "glassy, cool, translucent wave," as the poet has it, flows through a land of meadows, orchards, and cornfields, with the hills of the Forest of Dean rising on the western horizon.
But you could see that she was not properly asleep.... It was, somehow, less to Sabrina, still peering at the babe in the sling, than to Aunt Rachel, apparently asleep, that the gipsy seemed to reply. "You'll know some day, little missis, that a wean knows its own pair of arms," her seductive voice came. And Aunt Rachel heard. She opened her eyes with a start.
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