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Let me feel your pulse, for that is often a just reporter of the heart." He advanced to Silas, who still retreated before him backwards, and sought to take him by the wrist; but the strain on the young American's nerves had become too great for endurance. He avoided the Doctor with a febrile movement, and, throwing himself upon the floor, burst into a flood of weeping. As soon as Dr.
But now Silas met with open smiling faces and cheerful questioning, as a person whose satisfactions and difficulties could be understood.
But Paul, being grieved, turned and said to the spirit, I command thee in the name of Jesus Christ to come out of her. And he came out the same hour. And when her masters saw that the hope of their gains was gone, they caught Paul and Silas, and drew them into the marketplace unto the rulers, And brought them to the magistrates, saying, These men, being Jews, do exceedingly trouble our city,
My creditors are pushing me, and I must push everybody whose name is on my books." "But my name isn't on your books." "Your father's is, and if you have any honor about you, you will see the debt paid." "That's what I mean to do, but I can't pay it now." "Can't wait a single day," said Silas.
Mr Wegg finds leisure to make a little circuit, by reason that he folds his screen early, now that he combines another source of income with it, and also that he feels it due to himself to be anxiously expected at the Bower. 'Boffin will get all the eagerer for waiting a bit, says Silas, screwing up, as he stumps along, first his right eye, and then his left.
The horn sounded at daybreak, as Silas Foster had forewarned us, harsh, uproarious, inexorably drawn out, and as sleep-dispelling as if this hard-hearted old yeoman had got hold of the trump of doom.
The boy carried over his shoulder the cloak of Paul, and carried that cloak as though it had been the royal purple garment of the Roman Emperor himself instead of the worn, faded, travel-stained cloak of a wandering tent-maker. The two older men, whose names were Paul the Tarsian and Silas, had trudged six hundred miles.
Silas Marner must be a person of the same sort, for how did he know what would bring back Sally Oates's breath, if he didn't know a fine sight more than that? The Wise Woman had words that she muttered to herself, so that you couldn't hear what they were, and if she tied a bit of red thread round the child's toe the while, it would keep off the water in the head.
There was hope in the thought. Yes, a little, but not much. The accusing finger would follow him pointing, the shadow of the rope would haunt him wherever he went in spite of his innocence. "Psha! No!" he exclaimed, and rode away toward the village. Never in all his recollection had Silas Rocket had such a profitable night.
I observed the note of warning in the look she gave my uncle. "No, I suppose not," he answered, as he turned away with a smile and brushed one of his eyes with a rough finger. I repeated the rules I had learned as we went to the table. "I'm goin' to be like Silas Wright if I can," I added. "That's the idee!" said Uncle Peabody. "You keep on as you've started an' everybody'll milk into your pail."
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