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The voice was quivering and sweet. "But he will recover of course he'll recover!" Lady Lucy shook her head. "He seems to have no will to recover." Then her limbs failed her.
Tongue could not tell what she suffered through the persistent affectionateness of Letty Southard, a sweet and pretty young girl of wretchedly poor family who developed an enormous liking for her.
The music of her guitar was indescribably sweet, there in the little oasis of light in the prairie's desert of darkness, and for a time the men sat silently, with their hands clasped about their knees, enjoying it. Then she struck into a rollicking cow-boy song, and they joined in shouting it out.
As for Madame de Tecle, to tell of all the tender attentions and exquisite delicacies, that a sweet womanly nature knows so well how to apply to heal the wounds it has inflicted how graciously she glided into her maternal relation with Camors to tell all this would require a pen wielded by her own soft hands. Two days later M. de Camors left Reuilly for Paris.
It was restored for use in the revolution of 1895, but its blockhouses at every kilometre, and its barbed wire tangles, were entirely ineffective against Gomez and Maceo and other leaders, all of whom crossed it at their own sweet will, although not without an occasional vicious little contest. We reached Ciego de Avila soon after noon, and had to wait there over night for a further advance.
This he was, and this single fact was the best eulogy his pastor could pronounce over the beloved youth gone to a nobler manhood whose promise left so sweet a memory behind.
He took his pinch of snuff with a loud noise, and went on: "Neither in it nor out of it!" Benedetto looked at him without answering. In those eyes there was something so serious and so sweet, that the Abbot lowered his to the open snuff-box, once more dipping his fingers into it and toying with the snuff. "I do not understand you," he said. "You are of the world, and still you are not of it.
Such a sweet little wench, with the air of being bred in a kingly or knightly court, to be living there close to the very dregs of the city was a scandal and a danger speaking so prettily too, and knowing how to treat her elders.
She had hoped he would clasp her in his arms, whispering some sweet compliment, then say to her "Darling, won't you sing to me now?" She swept toward the piano with the air of a queen. "I want you to sit where I can see you, Rex," she demanded, prettily; "I like to watch your face when I sing you my favorite songs."
"Not alone, my sweet Maud, so long as I am with you. Do you still think my visit so ill-timed?" "Perhaps not, after all. Heaven knows what I should have done, by myself, when it became dark!" "But are we safe on this seat? May we not be seen by the Indians, since we so plainly see them?" "I think not.
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