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Her words were so sweet and gentle that they sounded like the murmur of the brook near the little child's home. "All day long alone, while mother is away at her work," answered the child, with her eyes full of sad tears. "And what do you do with the weary hours? Do they not seem very dull and dreary to you?" asked the lady. "Ah, yes," said the little one.
"I don't know, Charlie," returned Mrs Brooke, in a sad tone, as she laid her hand on her son's arm and stroked it. "As you put it, the thing sounds all very easy, and no doubt it would be a grand, a noble thing to rescue Shank but but, why talk of it to-night, my dear boy? It is late. Go to bed, Charlie, and we will talk it over in the morning."
Alicia was in love with a priceless jewel; and often, thinking about it, she grew very sad. Her sadness was real; he himself had seen it. Perhaps the girl, when she had dismissed him, reminding him of that necklace, had spoken in jest; perhaps it had been in earnest. Who could tell?
If he were to come upon us here, now, where we talk alone in the moonlight, he would raise his hand to slay you, and he has not a neighbor nor a friend but would say he did right. You know all this, even as I know it. Why, then, do you ask me to give what I cannot give?" She was very calm and sad as she spoke, and the truth that was in her mournful words was not to be denied by Dante.
Some, who had spirituous liquors, or "comfortable waters," as the old record quaintly terms them, brought them forth, and shared them with their comrades, and they all drank a sad farewell to one another, as men who were soon to part company in this world. In this moment of extremity, the worthy admiral, who kept sleepless watch from the high stern of the vessel, gave the thrilling cry of "land!"
To bring to pass this reunion, this balance of right between the monarchy and the people, such was the object of the wishes of Alexandre de Beauharnais; this was the ultimate aim of his struggles and longings. Josephine looked upon these tumultuous conflicts of parties, upon this wild storm of politics, with wondering, sad looks.
"I'll walk along, too," said the young man, "I've nothing else to do." I strode along at his side greatly elated. I was as hot as fire, and some of the gamin's blood was still on my hand. I cherished it secretly. Although the young man had quiet, even sad, eyes, it turned out that he was wonderfully interesting.
When it was the Three Hundred and Sixth Night, She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Salih con tinued: "So I acquainted the Commander of the Faithful with all that passed and Al-Rashid marvelled at the generosity and benevolence of Yahya and the vileness and ingratitude of Mansur, and bade restore the jewel to Yahya, saying, 'Whatso we have given it befitteth us not to take again. After that Salih returned to Yahya and acquainted him with the tale of Mansur and his ill-conduct; whereupon replied he, 'O Salih, when a man is in want, sick at heart and sad of thought, he is not to be blamed for aught that falleth from him; for it cometh not from the heart; and on this wise he took to seeking excuse for Mansur.
You must come up and stay with me this winter, dear, instead of poking yourself away in this damp old house, where everybody seems to die of consumption. Really it is a sort of family vault, and if you stop here long enough you will catch something too." Barbara thanked her with a sad little smile, and answered that she would think over her kind invitation and write to her later.
It seems somehow so beautiful their coming and finding them and getting things for them; and at the same time it seems somehow sad." She paused. "I don't mean that you're sad, Ranny. You know what I mean." He did. He had felt it too, the beauty and the sadness, but he couldn't have put it into words. It was the sadness and the beauty of life.
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