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He suffered her to lie, tear-drenched, back into his arms, holding her close in his compassion for her, his own face twisting. "God! ma, this this is awful! Please you make us ashamed all of us! I don't know what to say. Esther, come quiet her for God's sake quiet her!" From her place in that sobbing circle Esther Kantor crossed to kneel beside her mother. "Mamma darling, you're killing yourself.
He suffered her to lie, tear-drenched, back into his arms, holding her close in his compassion for her, his own face twisting. "God, ma, his is awful! Please you make us ashamed all of us! I don't know what to say. Esther, come quiet her for God's sake quiet her!" From her place in the sobbing circle, Esther Kantor crossed to kneel beside her mother. "Mamma, darling, you're killing yourself!
Magdalen did not speak. She had withdrawn a pace, and stood looking at her sister, her face as white as her night-gown. Fay turned her tear-drenched face to the window and looked fixedly out. There was a faint movement in the room. When she looked round Magdalen was gone.
I shall never forget one young woman, in her twenties, who came to ask my help in forcing her husband to obtain a marriage certificate for her from the Church, so that her boy might have the right to claim a father. She wept, with her head on my desk, sobbing out her story, and appealing to me for aid with a convulsed and tear-drenched face.
It was Philippe, who heard him in the night sobbing over the piteous words, 'My God, what horrors, what blood! and, as she took from his tear-drenched handkerchief, spoke to him of the Blood that speakth better things than the blood of Abel; and it was she who, in the final agony, heard and treasured these last words, 'If the Lord Jesus will indeed receive me into the company of the blest! Surely, never was repentance deeper than that of Charles IX. and these, his parting words, were such as to inspire the trust that it was not remorse.
All he remembered clearly was the white, drawn face of a woman gazing at him with staring, tear-drenched eyes, the slow dropping of words that blistered as they fell, and the figure of the nurse wringing her hands and moaning: "Oh, I told ye so! I told ye so! Why didn't ye listen?" With it came the pain of some sudden blow that deadened his brain and stilled his heart.
He was not to be restrained even by his own father, and if the unfortunate policemen could be believed, he had violently attacked them. Apparently he was trying to break down the unwritten law that the sons of the "best families" are not arrested. Poor Celeste, with pale, tear-drenched face, sent for her elder sister, to make one last appeal.
He had small opinion of French morals, and French ways in general; but then at this moment he saw his Lillie, whom, but half an hour before, he found all pale and tear-drenched, now radiant and joyous, sleek as a humming-bird, with the light in her eyes, and the rattle on the tip of her tongue; and he felt so delighted to see her bright and gay and joyous, that he would have turned his house into the Jardin Mabille, if that were possible.
"It will be all right, I can get it ... more. Be patient." Jasper Penny walked stiffly to the exit, where he paused at the point of repeating his warning. Essie Scofield was lifting a quivering, tear-drenched face to the vexation of the fashionable youth. He was attempting to repulse her, but she held him with a desperation of feeling. The elder descended the stairs without further speech.
And now their long, tear-drenched tenderness, their pure idyl of suffering, was ending in this brutal separation; she on her side saved, radiant amidst the hosannas of the triumphant Basilica; and he lost, sobbing with wretchedness, bowed down in the depths of the dark crypt in an icy, grave-like solitude. It was as though he had just lost her again, and this time forever and forever.
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