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These he took care of himself, folding them with trembling hands and tear-wet eyes, as a fond mother folds the clothes her dead child has worn, sorrowing most over the half-worn shoes, so like the dear little feet which will never wear them again. So Arthur sorrowed over the high-heeled slippers, with the blue rosettes and pointed toes, fashionable in Paris at that time.

Mrs. Dillon's face as she, too, entered the stall was tear-wet and alight with a great tenderness. A boy dodged his way to where we stood. His face and the front of his blue and gold jacket were encrusted with dirt. "You shoe-maker!" was Blister's scornful greeting. "Honest to Gawd it wasn't my fault, Judge," the boy piped, sniffling. "Honest to Gawd it wasn't!

She started up, bewildered for a second, and found herself face to face with Lady Helena. With Lady Helena, looking very pale and sorrowful, with tear-wet eyes and cheeks. She had been watching Edith for the past five minutes silently and sadly. The girl's dream was pleasant, a half smile parted her lips. Then she had moved restlessly. "Don't Charley?" she said distinctly and awoke.

Countess Betty lifted her tear-wet face to him and said beseechingly, "But she must not find it out today." Count Hamilcar shrugged his shoulders "Today or tomorrow, that belongs to her and to us once and for all." Countess Betty rose, dried her eyes, and said, "How pale you are, Hamilcar, you ought to go to bed." Again the count smiled his restrained, kind smile: "Yes, Betty, I shall go to bed.

Harding, there isn't any one not any one who cares," she choked. "Tut, tut, my child, it's not so bad as that, surely," remonstrated the old man, gently. "Why, I I care." Billy smiled through tear-wet eyes. "But I can't LIVE with you," she said. "I'm not so sure of that, either," retorted the man. "I'm thinking that Letty and Ann would LIKE to have you with us." The girl laughed now outright.

Persis' capable hands dropped to her lap. For the minute she was a girl again, parting from the boy who loved her, lifting her tear-wet face for the comfort of his kisses. Twenty years! Twenty long hard years! And now Justin Ware was really coming home. She put the question bluntly to Robert Hornblower as he drove her home after dark. "Your wife said something about a Mr.

"Dearest mother, do not grieve for me, it breaks my heart." The sweet, sad voice of the speaker quivered with unshed tears, as she knelt before the grief-bowed figure on the sofa, and took one of the little, shrunken, tear-wet hands in both her own, with the devotion of a lover. "Have you not often told me of the sin of distrusting the All-wise Being, who has cared for us all our lives thus far?

The hat with the short crimson feather had been unceremoniously pushed off, and hung by its elastic upon Mollie's neck; the pretty curly hair was all crushed into a heap, and the flushed, tear-wet face was hidden in the folds of Aimée's dress. There was a charming, foolish, fanciful side to Mollie's desperation, as there was to all her moods. "That was not your only reason," repeated Aimée.

Thus came I back to my cabin and laying by the pistols, got me to bed, and mighty luxurious, what with these sheets and pillows, and yet, or ever I had fully appreciated the unwonted comfort, I was asleep. I waked to the sudden clasp of her soft arms and a tear-wet cheek against mine, and opening my eyes, saw her kneeling by my bed in the grey dawn.

Even yet the girl did not answer; but no human being could longer question the expression on her face. Ben Blair could not doubt it, and the reflection of love glowing in the tear-wet eyes flashed into his own. The past, with all that it had held, vanished like the memory of an unpleasant dream. The present, the vital throbbing present, alone remained. Suddenly the tense arms relaxed.