Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 20, 2025
Slotman looked at the slow-coming figure and cursed under his breath. "When shall I hear?" "I shall think it over, decide how I shall act, whether I shall pay you this money or not," she said. "In a few days, this day week, not before." She turned away. "And and if I go to Buddesby and get talking?" "Then of course I pay you nothing!" she said calmly. That was true. Slotman gritted his teeth.
Stewart returned his smile rather sadly, and took his hand. The time for parting had come. The two men stood hand in hand, with moistened eyes and slow-coming words, meeting for perhaps the last time in this life; for the Major was to stop but an hour at Fort Johnson, and thence hasten on to New York and to England, bearing with him weighty despatches.
And so watch him fretting to the slow-coming end, while now and again you give him a taste of hope, to drop him back again into the pit which has no sides for climbing. He paused a minute, and then added, 'A year ago I thought he had touched you, this Britisher, with his raw humour and manners; but, my faith, how swiftly does a woman's fancy veer! At that I said calmly to him, 'You must remember that then he was not thought so base. 'Yes, yes, he replied; 'and a woman loves to pity the captive, whatever his fault, if he be presentable and of some notice or talent.
They roved searchingly over Shefford's pack and then over his person. Shefford felt for the gun that Presbrey had given him. But it was gone. He had left it back where he had lost his horse, and had not thought of it since. Then a strange, slow-coming cold agitation possessed Shefford. Something gripped his throat. Suddenly Shefford was stricken at a menacing movement on the part of the horseman.
Since the fall of the latter place and the destruction of the war-ships in its harbor he had been lying in wait for the slow-coming Baltic fleet, doubtless making every preparation for the desperate struggle before him, but doing this in so silent and secret a method that the world outside knew next to nothing of what was going on.
How, as she looked, the high-featured, lean, grave face was transformed with a color which she had never seen there before, a painful, slow-coming color; how the muscles about his mouth were twisting. How she had cried out, frightened, and Robert Halarkenden, who had not fought with the beasts for nothing, had controlled himself once again and, after a moment, had spoken steadily.
But the slow-coming light made him wish for the darkness again, for it dazzled his heavy eyes, and put strange shapes on the most familiar objects, and set them all in motion in the oddest way. A queer sort of light it seemed to be, for though he closed his eyes he did not shut it out, and the changes on things and the odd movements seemed to be going on still within the lids.
Like apples of gold in baskets of silver were the snow-covered ridges in the light of the slow-coming dawn. The wind had fallen, but the chill seemed the more intense, so silently it took hold. My breath hung about me in little gray clouds, covering my face, and even my coat, with rime.
But whoever wishes for a rare impression of Oriental life must go there before sunrise, and wait for the slow-coming dawn.
As it approached in the slow-coming winter, the days growing shorter, and the nights longer and more solitary, so Margaret became more real to him, not rejected and lost, but as the wife she might have been, with the simple passionate love she gave him once.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking