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"But I assure you, Marcus, that there is a hint of scandal abroad. It is actually said that she is living here." "People will say anything, true or untrue," said I. My aunt sighfully acquiesced, and for a while we discussed the depravity of human nature.
"My horse I had forgotten him!" said I. And then, as she stirred sighfully, I stooped and kissed her, ere, loosing her, I rose. "I'll go and make him comfortable for the night." "And I will make you a bed, Peregrine." "It will be like old times," said I. "Yes though we didn't kiss each other then, Peregrine," said she, looking at me with a glory in her eyes.
Then he remembered his overdrawn banking account, and sighfully gave up the idea. If only he were not bound to secrecy and could confide in Zora. This a sensitive honor forbade. What could he do? As the fire was getting low he mechanically put on a lump of coal with the pincers. When Zora returned with the atlas she found him rubbing them through his hair, and staring at vacancy.
Sweetly, sighfully, she spoke, as more than once before, of those many things he had done for her, but spoke of them this evening more amply; his care of her, a penniless patient, in that hospital where she woke up after a space of unconsciousness; his unremitting kindness when she lived in his house and took care of his father, the dear old judge, who was sick three long years before he died; the proof of goodness more remarkable still which he gave after that.
Silence a moment while Aunt Saxon pondered tearfully and sighfully, then: "Willie, is it the tooth ache?" "NoooOH!" roared Billy. A pause, then: "Billy, you've had a fall off that wheel and hurt yer head or cut yer knee, I know, I've always thought you'd do that, that old wheel! You oughtta have a new one. But I'll bring the arnica and bathe it. And we'll paint it with iodine where was it Willie?
Miner sat for a long time at the table without moving. At last she rose and went sighfully at work. "Morty, I want you to run down to Mr. Wilber's and ask him to come up and see me about some work." She stood at the window and watched the boy as he stepped lightly down the road.
A woman at his side said sighfully, "There is that consumptive girl again, she hasn't long to stay." She was as pale, as fragile, and as lovely as the mountain columbine. Her face was thin, and her head shapely, but her eyes! They burned like rarest topaz deep, dark and sad. Clement shivered as he felt them fixed upon him, and yet he could not turn away as he should have done.
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