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"I assure you, neighbours," he said, "the heat of my frame no tongue can tell!" He looked around and endeavoured to give, by a forcible gaze of self-sympathy, some faint idea of the truth. Mrs. Dewy formed one of the next couple. "Yes," she said, in an auxiliary tone, "Reuben always was such a hot man." Mrs.
But I got my notions, an' I ain't goin' ter budge fer no one." Joe's slantwise mouth was set obstinately; his little eyes flashed angrily in the moonlight, and his whole attitude was one of a man combating an argument which his soul is set against. As Tresler had no idea of arguing the question and remained silent, the choreman went on in a modified tone of morbid self-sympathy sympathy
One night, as she sat brooding at the window, and her trouble seemed almost too much for her, and she thought she must give way under it, a barrel organ stopped and began playing a melody from an opera by Verdi. The lovely air wound its way into Miriam's heart; but it did not console her. It only increased her self-sympathy.
They weren't decorative eyes now ... and they filled with indignant self-sympathy. The Liberry Teacher laughed at herself a little here. The idea of eyes that cried about themselves was funny, somehow. "Direct from producer to consumer!" she quoted half-aloud, and wiped each eye conscientiously by itself. "Teacher! I want a liberry called 'Bride of Lemon Hill! demanded a small citizen just here.
"Gracious me! what has got into Mirandy?" And he looked scrutinizingly at the little, fine, thin, faintly-traced inscription on the package, as if the writer had begrudged the ink that must be expended on the letters, or from a subtle and mystic self-sympathy had made the chirography faint, delicate, and attenuated as her own self.
He was engaged, at the moment of the page's entrance, in a little fitting room at the back of his cramped premises, but through the doorway the boy could see the red, bespectacled face with its fringe of bristling white beard, in which he detected all the tokens of brewing storm. He whistled softly in self-sympathy.
This time he did rise and walk about. He wanted to say something, wanted it with passion. He paused beside Lulu and stammered: "You you you're too nice a girl to get a deal like this. Darned if you aren't." To her own complete surprise Lulu's eyes filled with tears, and she could not speak. She was by no means above self-sympathy.
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