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'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee, are all with thee! From "Horatius" "O Tiber, Father Tiber!
When he had paid they followed him out. At the curbstone he said, "Keep together somewhere round the wharf-boat. So long." He lifted the battered hat he was wearing, smiled at Susan. "Cheer up, Miss Sackville. We'll down 'em yet!" And away he went a strange figure, his burly frame squeezed into a dingy old frock suit from among Tempest's costumes.
Profiting, doubtless, by Maidstone's own example, the fellow had, as Clare now learned, run away from his master, carrying with him the contents of the till: whether he deserved punishment more than his master, may be left undiscussed. When first Miss Tempest's friends heard of the attempt to break into her house, they said what could she expect if she took tramps into her service!
But there was very probably an undercurrent of consciousness in the heart of both at any rate, there was in his that it might have been more expedient, all things considered, that Lucy Tempest's place at dinner had not been fixed by the side of Lionel Verner. Dinner was half over when Sibylla suddenly laid down her knife and fork, and burst into tears. They looked at her in consternation.
Jock Binning came upon his crutches from the bench by the stream where he made a fishing-net. "A tempest's daundering up!" Elspeth rose. "I must go home I must get home before it comes!" "If ye'll bide, lassie, it may go by." "No, I cannot." She had brought to Mother Binning a basket heaped with bloomy plums. She took it up and set it on the table. "I'll get the basket when next I come.
Tempest's orders, and it's a great responsibility to go out with Miss Violet. She will do it." "You mean the pony will do it, Bates," cried Vixen. "I don't jump. How can I help it if papa has given me a jumping pony? If I didn't let Titmouse take a gate when he was in the humour, he'd kick like old boots, and pitch me a cropper. It's an instinct of self-preservation that makes me let him jump.
And see yon spiral column, black as night, Rearing triumphantly its wreathing form; Ruin's abroad, and through the murky light, Drear desolation marks the spirit of the storm. How changed the scene; the awful tempest's o'er; From dread array and elemental war The lightning's flash hath ceased, the thunder's roar The glorious sun resumes his golden car.*
Verner, her words scarcely reaching her husband's ears. "It is Lucy Tempest's," he said, closing the door, and returning to her. "She was asking after you." "Tell her to come in." Lionel opened the door again, and beckoned to Lucy. "Mrs. Verner is asking if you will come in and see her," he said, as she approached.
The spell of the stage seized her with Tempest's first line, first elegant despairing gesture. It held her through Burlingham and Anstruther's "sketch" of a matrimonial quarrel, through Connemora and Eshwell's "delicious symphonic romanticism" of a lovers' quarrel and making up, through Tempest's recitation of "Lasca," dying to shield her cowboy lover from the hoofs of the stampeded herd.
General Renwick's loss of his faded and feeble spouse, the far-famed "Poor Thing" of much polite apology for her socially aristocratic ailments; Vane Tempest's singular elopement with the beautiful wife of a green subaltern; Harry Chillingly's untoward end while potting tigers; Count Platen's enormous winnings at Baccarat; Fitzgerald Law's falling into a peerage; and Mrs.
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