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He has sinned, and those who sin suffer always. It has been a long and terrible feud between him and yours. I brought you here let me take you away." Her soft hands were on his her beautiful tear-wet eyes lifted to his face. He could not withstand that look. He would have given up the plans of a lifetime, if she had asked him with those imploring eyes.
He looked at the reddening east, at the setting stars still glowing in the western sky, at the city church spires rising out of the sea of silver mist far down below him, and then at last up into the dear old face and the tear-wet eyes above him, and he said: "Uncle Billy, oh, Uncle Billy! don't you think it's beautiful? I wish I wish my mother could see it."
"You shall talk with her soon p'raps. I will tell her so that she will not be afraid. Yes, you shall hear the play-mamma say good things of poor Rosemarie." She bowed and hurried away. And before her tear-wet eyes the words "play-mamma" danced in letters of fire. It seemed to be only another sordid story.
Loved voices, long stilled by the grave, were heard again. Hands that the earth had covered touched tear-wet cheeks, and with these caresses sobbing outcries burst from the women. "I believe. Yes, yes! I know you, darling," called a man's voice, and his accent was more moving than the cries of the women. Pratt, in wistful accents, asked, "Is there no one for me to-night?"
When he had given Blossom up he should not have made a half-hearted thing of his sacrifice he should not have bound her to come back to him. He walked about in his little garden until late at night, under the stars, with the sea crooning and calling to him down the slope. When he finally went to bed he did not sleep, but lay until morning with tear-wet eyes and despair in his heart.
She felt her husband's kiss upon her lips, and, turning, lifted her tear-wet, shining eyes to his. At that moment they two might have been alone in the world for all their consciousness of any other presence. Redfield Pepper Burns and Mrs. Burns returned from their stay in Germany just three months later than they had intended.
There was a faint stir in the room. In one corner a white-haired woman blinked tear-wet eyes and pulled a fleecy white shawl more closely about her shoulders. Then the minister's voice sounded again. "I, Billy, take thee, Bertram." "'I, Billy, take thee, Bertram."
And she drew herself up with dignified resignation while Lord Algy stared wildly at her, his feeble mind in a whirl. Presently she smiled most seductively, and looked up with her dark, tear-wet eyes to the moon. "I guess it's a good night for lovers!" she said, sinking her ordinary tone to an almost sweet cadence. "But we're not of that sort, are we?" The die was cast!
What other word have we for that feminine method, the resort of so very many, the remedy of so very few? But Mrs. Archer simply circled a loving arm about the slender form. "We're all on guard to-night, aren't we, daughter?" she murmured, fondly kissing the tear-wet cheek. "It was so long before your father dropped to sleep. Have you heard anything?"
It seemed Annette had not heard us; for as the door was opened, she rose from the bedside, where she had been kneeling, and springing lightly to Franz hid her little tear-wet face in his bosom. She did not perceive me, and for a moment there was nothing to be heard but the heavy breathing of the sick man. "How has he been, Annette?" and Franz unclasped his sister's arm.
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