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Let me never add one grief to thine." "Thou art brave and gay in thy silken sheen," said Adam, curiously stroking down the rich, smooth stuff of Sibyll's tunic; "her grace the duchess is generous to us. Thou art surely happy here!" "Happy!" "Not happy!" exclaimed Adam, almost joyfully, "wouldst thou that we were back once more in our desolate, ruined home?"
"Yes, that will be nice," assents Vera, quietly, and a trifle absently, stroking her sister's cheek, with her eyes still fixed on the fire; "and of course," rousing herself with an effort, "of course I am a very lucky woman." And then Mr. Daintree came in, and his wife rushed to him rapturously to impart the joyful news.
Many of the young girls seized her hand convulsively from time to time, and kissed it with genuine feeling. The gentle young English woman had won their savage hearts by her purity and innocence. "Poor thing, poor thing," they said, stroking her hand tenderly. "She is too good for Korong! Too good for Tu-Kila-Kila! If only we knew the Great Taboo like the men, we would tell her everything.
Waymark turned away as their eyes met. "Certainly I should care for it," he said, feeling all at once a difficulty in speaking naturally. Then he looked at Ida again; she was bending down and stroking Grim's ears. There was rather a long silence, which Waymark at length forced himself to break. "Shall I bring you books again?" he said. "I have very little time for reading," was Ida's reply.
She kissed him again, and smiled down at him with moist eyes, and talked to him in tender tones, stroking his hair and telling him of Norman's sorrow for the trouble, of her own unhappiness, and of her regret that the doctors would not let him be moved.
"No train's due till five o'clock in the morning," reported the first across. "Good! Now lay the planks. In the middle of the track. End to end. So." The Sergeant, dismounting, stood at John G.'s wise old head, stroking his muzzle, whispering into his ear. "Come along, John, it's all right, old man!" he finished with a final caress. Then he led John G. to the first plank.
"Have you kept at that sewing ever since I went away?" asked she, idly examining the work which Sophie had laid down. "I believe so," replied Sophie, stroking her chin to a point between her forefinger and thumb. "It's so pleasant to be able to sew again at all that I should consider it no hardship to have to sew all day."
He raised his hand and began gently stroking his coat lapel, his fingers quickly crossing it in a vain search for some imaginary wrinkle, moving back and forth with a steady persistence, while he watched me, still amused, still indifferent. "And might I ask who told you?" he inquired. "Your brother-in-law," I replied, "My Uncle Jason." "Dieu!" cried my father, "but I grow careless."
"I come from Ridley's agency-office," I answered, "about a situation as English teacher in a school in France." "Be seated, miss," she said, pointing me to a stiff, high-backed chair, whither the little girl followed me, stroking with her hand the soft seal-skin jacket I was wearing. "It is a great chance," she continued; "my friend Madame Perrier is very good, very amiable for her teachers.
Catice said to Maskull, "Prove your sincerity. Kill this man and his mistress, according to the laws of Hator." "I can't do that. I have travelled in friendship with them." "You denied duty; and now you must do your duty," said Spadevil, calmly stroking his beard. "Whatever law you accept, You must obey, without turning to right or left.
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