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Updated: June 24, 2025
The hot, garbage-strewn pavements and sunbaked gutters swarmed with the sons and daughters of the Tenement. Directly opposite its five-storied front was the rear entrance to the Fourth Regiment Armory. And there, at that moment, a sad-eyed, swarthy Italian, swinging his hand-organ down on the asphalt pavement in front of the Armory's open doors, was beginning to grind out his melodies.
A gray-haired, sad-eyed woman inquired his errand. "I want to see Mr. Oakley," he said. "You cannot see him. Mr. Oakley is not well and does not see visitors." "But I must see him, madam; I am here upon business of importance." "You can tell me just as well as him. I am his wife and transact all of his business." "I can tell no one but the master of the house himself." "You cannot see him.
"My love is like the sea, As changeful and as free; Sometimes she's angry, sometimes rough, Yet oft she's smooth and calm enough Ay, much too calm for me." It is Perpetua. A sad-eyed, a tearful-eyed Perpetua, but a lovely Perpetua for all that. "Well?" says he. "Sh!" says she again, shaking her head ominously, and putting her forefinger against her lip.
One week later, Lawyer James Estes of Benton, carrying some transcripts of legal papers under his arm, walked up the driveway to the Ellison farm and knocked at the front door. A woman, sad-eyed and anxious, opened to his knock and ushered him into the front parlour. "I'm afraid I've got bad news for you, Mrs. Ellison," he said, in response to her look of inquiry.
It was by a much shorter way Charlie Bragg had taken her to the field hospital, and over which she had returned. They began before long to meet farmers' wagons, piled high with household goods, on which sat the strange, sad-eyed children of the war zone, or decrepit old people, often surrounded by their fowls. For even the poorest and most destitute of the French peasants manage to have "poulets."
Knowing as she did that the Queen was very strongly attracted by him, she would not have been human if she had not felt in her throat the pulse of triumph, as she stood beside the most beautiful woman in the world, pale, slight, sad-eyed, but preferred before the other's supreme beauty by the one man whose preference meant anything at all. But a moment later she forgot herself and feared for him.
Days and weeks passed very wearily; she busied herself with her text-books, and when the lessons had been recited, drew all over the margins here a hand, there an entire arm, now and then a face, sad-eyed as Fate. Mrs.
The strangest acts of life sometimes go off in such an oddly quiet humdrum way, and then all at once there is the little quiver in the throat, when one least expects it and the sad-eyed, faithful, loving angel has passed by quickly, low and soft, his gentle wings just brushing the still waters of our unwept tears. Sir Adam left his wife to go in search of Mrs. Bowring.
But Beltane, my Innocent, rode stiff in the saddle, staring sad-eyed into the gloom, nor felt, nor heeded the yielding tenderness of the shapely young body he held, but plodded on through the dark, frowning blacker than the night. Now as he rode thus, little by little the pain of his wound grew less, a drowsiness crept upon him, and therewith, a growing faintness.
At Eighth Street he met at right angles the swarming thousands hurrying across town from their work heavy looking men who tramped with tired step, striking the pavements dully with their nailed shoes, tired anxious women, frouzle-headed little girls, sad-eyed boys half-awake all hurrying, the fear of want and the horror of charity in their silent faces.
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