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He sat there for a long time before he was able to shut off the light and creep into bed, with his tear-wet cheek pillowed upon one telegram, and a wrinkled hand closely clasping the other, as though holding fast to the message meant the keeping of the hope it brought. Utterly exhausted, he slept until noon. When he woke, it was with the feeling that something vitally important had happened.
There on the landing stood Elise Delaunay, her arms filled with what looked like a black bearskin rug, her small tremulous face and tear-wet eyes raised to his. 'Pardon, Monsieur, she said hurriedly. 'I told you I was superstitious well, now you see. Will you take this rug? one can sleep anywhere with it though it is so old. And has your sister what she wants? Can I do anything for her? No!
Mary Standish had come to him like a soldier, and she had left him like a soldier. But in that last glimpse of her face he had caught for an instant something which she had not betrayed in his cabin a stab of what he thought was pain in her tear-wet eyes as she smiled, a proud regret, possibly a shadow of humiliation at last or it may have been a pity for him. He was not sure.
She stole to him and flung her arms about his neck, and with a cry he seized her and held her against him for I know not how long. Had it been possible to have held her there always, he would never have let her go. At last he looked down into her tear-wet face, into her eyes that were shining with tears. "D-done wrong, Cynthy."
If you were me, would you whistle, or vocalize to start on?" Mother burst right out crying and laid her face all tear-wet against him. Laddie kissed her, and wiped away the tears, teased her, and soon as he could he bolted from the east door; but I was closest, so I saw plainly that his eyes were wet too. My soul and body! AND I HAD DONE IT! I might as well get it over. "I showed Mr.
So much so in its tear-wet simpleness and utter lack of any effort at concealment, that after one quick look at it Betty's hastened pulses ceased to beat at double-quick time. "Tell me, dear," she almost whispered. "Mr. Ffolliott himself does not know and I could not help it. He was kind to me when I was dying of unkindness.
He patted her on the back and murmured inarticulate sounds of love and pity. His sympathy and the blessed relief of tears soon restored her quiet self-control. She ceased sobbing and drew away from him, mortified at her outburst. "There now," he ventured. "You feel better, don't you?" "I've been very silly!" she exclaimed, drying her tear-wet cheeks.
And then I will decide upon what I must do, for I cannot waste any more of life." "Oh, dear aunt, read it, for I could not without crying. Dear Phil! What shall I do?" and she raised her tear-wet face. "Why, ask him here, of course," smilingly. "I am not an ogre, and, being victors, we can afford to be generous. It will be a new amusement for thee, and keep thee from getting dull!" "Dull?"
There was a wail in her voice. She sobbed the rest rather than spoke it: "That river out there is between us! I don't even belong to your country!" She pointed at the great cross of the church-yard. It stood outlined in the starlight. "Religion stands between us! My father and your grandfather are between us!" She came back two steps, her face tear-wet, her features quivering with grief.
"But what good fortune it is for them!" she murmured. "They need never be anxious about the future again. How how wonderful it must be to know that one need not be afraid of the future! I indeed, I think I really must sit down." She sat down upon the sun-warmed heather and actually let her tear-wet face drop upon her hands. "Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" she said helplessly.
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