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But Circe took me by the hand, and led me apart from my company, and inquired of what I had seen and done. And when I had told her all my tale, she spake, saying: 'Hearken now to what I shall tell thee. First of all thou shalt come to the Sirens, who bewitch all men with their singing.
So ran the tale, and so broke off. Ought Anna to be told it, or not? "No," said the sister. "After all, why should we put her again through all those sufferings that so nearly killed her after Shiloh?" "If he would only " "Telegraph? How do we know he hasn't?" Next morning the two unencumbered Callenders went down the bay. But they found no need to leave the boat.
But their doubts were at length dispelled by the appearance of a white man wandering half-naked in the woods, in whose famine stricken countenance they recognized the features of one of their countrymen. It was Sanchez de Vargas, a cavalier of good descent, and much esteemed in the army. He had a dismal tale to tell.
And your Majesty, whose eyesight I hope is better than mine, may see the blood still on the oak floor, though the thing was done five hundred years ago." While he thus spoke, he kept fumbling to open the postern of which he spoke, until the King said, "Forbear, old man forbear but a little while, when thou mayst have a newer tale to tell, and fresher blood to show.
The girl placed as she is, her circumstances known as they are, all but make the tale of their own accord; only the simple facts are wanting, their effect is already in the air. And accordingly the story slips away from its beginning without hesitation.
Such a ridiculous tale could only be an invention; and yet, if she would have told it in different words, or have added anything, it might have led to some discovery it might, at least, have shown how it came to pass that such a story had obtained credit. "That was it, was it?" he said, feigning content. "I should like to ask you another question; perhaps your daughter will not mind going down."
She was flushed with excitement and pleasure, and was so pretty that I could hardly eat for looking at her which is the highest compliment in a boy's power to pay. The Story Girl, on the contrary, was under eclipse. She was pale and lustreless from her disturbed night and early rising; and no opportunity offered to tell a melting tale. Nobody took any notice of her. It was Felicity's day.
It was not until the twelfth century that paper began to be made in some parts of Europe, and it was not until the fifteenth century that paper books became common in England. This is a very old tale of the time soon after the birth of Christ. But a learned man carried away that book to the East. Then, when many years had passed, people began to forget the story of the Cattle Raid.
We may some day return to it with a fond particularity; for let me warn the reader that I have that love of such scenes, nay, for the very verdure of the lawn, that I could put an ink-mark for every blade of the fresh-springing grass, and yet feel that the tale of its beauty, and of its emerald wealth, were not half told.
I see all these things clearly now; death, while it closes the eyes of some, opens the eyes of others; it has opened mine." But why should I prolong this sad story. It is not the tale of one, but of many. There are dozens, scores, hundreds of instances of the same kind, arising from the same cause, in our broad islands.
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