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Suddenly it seemed to her as if she were standing up and looking down on him, as if she were the judge, he the culprit in this matter. The numbness left her mind. She was able to think swiftly again and her hands stopped trembling. That look of exultation in her husband's eyes had changed everything. "Sit down, I want to speak to you," she said.
Only on rare occasions did she enter a public-house, and always with the bitterest sense of degradation. To sit comfortably at home, the bottle beside her, and a novel on her lap, was an avoidance of the worst shame attaching to this vice; she went to bed, and in the morning ah, the morning brought its punishment, but she incurred no risk of being detected.
It saw hardly anything, for all it had eyes; often it stood straight up in the air, feeling about for something to take hold of; it looked like a stump of green thread sewing a seam with long stitches along the branch. By evening, perhaps, it would have reached its goal. Quiet as ever. I get up and move on, sit down and get up again.
She loved her mistress because she was so thoughtful and would not even let her carry the babe half so much as she wished, but would tell her to amuse him on the floor. Mrs. West would often bring her work and sit with Anna in the nursery, and talk with her about her mother and Willy. Oh, how Anna loved Mrs. West!
"Thank you, ma'am," said Toby, as he sat timidly down on the edge of the seat, hardly daring to sit back comfortably, and feeling very awkward meanwhile, but congratulating himself on being thus protected from the pouring rain.
"You musn't wait on me like this, Nina," Agrenev protested;"... Sit down and let us talk." Their hands touched caressingly, and she sat down beside him. "What is it, my dear?" She stroked his hand and its touch warmed her! "What is it?" At times indignation overcame her at the thought of life; she wrung her hands, spoke with hatred, and her eyes darkened in anger.
"What interest can it be to you?" said Andrew, ignoring the latter part of his fellow-prisoner's remark. "Do you suppose such a rising can take place without its being of interest to every one? There, we won't talk about it unless you like. Look here, I can't sit still doing nothing; it gives me pins and needles in my hands and feet.
I must now leave you together for about half an hour, as I have some business to do in town that will detain me about that time." He then left them. "Connor," said his mother, "sit down between this darlin' girl an' me, till I spake to you." He sat down and took a hand of each. "A darlin' girl she is, mother. It's now I see how very ill you have been, my own Una."
"Do you suppose I want to spoil my best gown dragging it through the wet grass?" "The grass isn't wet, and, anyhow, you haven't been on it only on the path. Come over here to the bench and sit down." "I don't want to. I want to go in." "All right, but not just yet. I'll carry you, if you're afraid of dampness."
There are certainly many old ones who know the place again, and plenty of the young are tender-winged, and would fain sit on the water and dawdle away a half-day's time.
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