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Merely a little fever. I am out again, as you see." We three sat there and talked for half an hour or so. Then Chloe looked out yearningly and almost piteously across the ocean. I could see in her sea-blue eyes some deep and intense desire. Devoe, curse him! saw it too. "What is it?" we asked, in unison. "Cocoanut-pudding," said Chloe, pathetically. "I've wanted some oh, so badly, for two days.
When not otherwise engaged, he would stand in some doorway on the market-place, loafing about, his hands in his pockets, his supple shoulders leaning against the wall. He was always in clogs and mittens; at stated intervals he spat upon the pavement, his sea-blue eyes following the passers-by with an unfathomable expression.
Every day and all day and always I was conscious of my unborn child, as a fluttering bird held captive in the hand. The mystery and the joy of the coming life soothed away my sorrow, and if I had shed any tears they would have dried them. And then the future! I seemed to know from the first that it was to be a girl, and already I could see her face and look into her sea-blue eyes.
I could not help seeing the difference between the two men as they stood together Martin with his sea-blue eyes and his look of splendid health, and my husband with his sallow cheeks and his appearance of wasted strength and somehow from some unsearchable depths of my soul the contrast humbled me.
Shall I say glorious?" She smiled at him with her wistful, sea-blue eyes a smile tender, maternal, all-comprehending. She knew he was not seeking to flatter her, that the wiles, the Artifices, the pretty speeches of the polished man of the world were quite beyond him.
For the big man wavered, then stole rather furtively forward, and fixed his sea-blue eyes on the canvas, upon which appeared the rough wall of the belfry, the narrow window, with a section of wild sky in which a weary moon gleamed faintly, and the dark arch of the stairway up which the drowned mariners would come to their faithful captain.
And I remembered reading in a magazine, called the Sailors' Magazine, with a sea-blue cover, and a ship painted on the back, about pious seamen who never swore, and paid over all their wages to the poor heathen in India; and how that when they were too old to go to sea, these pious old sailors found a delightful home for life in the Hospital, where they had nothing to do, but prepare themselves for their latter end.
"What a marvelous sunset we had this evening, Mr. Daney. Did you observe it? My father always maintained that those curious clouds predicated sou'west squalls." "I didn't come here, girl, to talk about sunsets. You're foolish if you do not accept " The outcast of Port Agnew turned upon Mr. Daney a pair of sea-blue eyes that flashed dangerously.
But he looked up at Donald McKaye, and the latter saw again that wistful look in his sea-blue eyes the dumb pleading of a kind old lost dog.
Don't you remember I always insisted he should have golden hair, and sea-blue eyes, and a classic brow, and a beautiful willingness to go away somewhere and die of a broken heart if I ordered him to?" "Who is it?" "Who is who?" she parried provokingly. "The chap you're going to marry?" Mary Virginia appeared to reflect deeply and anxiously.
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