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"But, Cousin Tryphena," I urged, "it is a drop in the bucket, you know, and that's something!" She looked down at the child on her knee, she laid her cheek against his bright hair, but she told me with harsh, self-accusing rigor, "Tain't right for me to be here alive enjoying that dead man's little boy." That was eighteen months ago. Mrs.
He made some trifling observation, and her reply was one in which nothing but an ear as acute as that of a lover, or a curious observer like myself, could have distinguished anything more cold and dry than usual. But it conveyed reproof to the self-accusing hero, and he stood abashed accordingly. You will admit that I was called upon in generosity to act as mediator.
So Rukrooth was drawn to the damsel by the violence of her self-accusing and her abandonment to grief, and lifted her, and comforted her, and after awhile they had gentle speech together, and the two women opened their hearts and wept.
Maraton, a little ashamed of the scene in which he had been an unwilling participator, bitterly self-accusing, still found his thoughts diverted from his own humiliation as he watched the girl a long, slim figure bent in one strangely graceful curve, her beautiful hair gleaming in the soft light, her face still half hidden by her strong, capable fingers a figure exquisitely symbolic, full of pathos.
I feel he's been a fine fellow, and then he's so self-accusing." Her own happiness was so complete, she could not bear to think of others' misery. She told her husband about Williams, and ended by asking, "Can't we do something to help the poor fellow?" Field was not deeply concerned. "No; he's probably past help.
"Don't worry about him, Mrs. Field; he ain't worth it." "Oh yes, he is. I feel he's been a good boy once, and then he's so self-accusing." Her own happiness was so complete, she could not bear to think of others' misery. She told her husband about Williams, and ended by asking, "Can't we do anything to help the poor fellow?" Field was not deeply concerned. "No; he's probably past help.
Well knowing Bart's peculiarities, and that it would be useless to try to draw from him the secret of his appearance here until he chose to reveal it, Woodburn, while the other dismounted and told his pony to be cropping the bushes in the mean time, related all that had transpired between himself and the victim of his deeply regretted paroxysm of passion, adding, at the close of his gloomy and self-accusing recital,
Ashes were scattered about the hearth, and the cruisey lamp flared in the gusts. Auld Jock and Bobby were gone. Although dismayed and self-accusing for having frightened Auld Jock into taking flight by his incautious talk of a doctor, not for an instant did the landlord of Greyfriars Dining-Rooms entertain the idea of following him.
"God sent me to proclaim salvation to these children of darkness," he thought, "and I have turned aside to fill my heart with a woman's love. His wrath is on me. He has taken his spirit from me. I am a thing rejected and accursed, and this people will go down to death because I have failed in my mission." While he sat absorbed in these bitter, self-accusing thoughts, the speaking went on.
There was a self-accusing tone in his voice that Ridgeley felt. "What's your object? You look like a man who could do something else. What brings you here?" The man turned with a sudden resolution to punish himself. His voice expressed a terrible loathing. "Whiskey, that's what. It's a hell of a thing to say, but I can't let liquor alone when I can smell it.
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