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Indeed, though unequipt with body, he imagines that he has a body. Though destitute of attributes, he regards himself as endued therewith, and though transcending Time, imagines himself to be under Time's control. Though deathless, he still regards himself as liable to death, and though motionless regards himself to be endued with motion.
Then to his airy hut, at eve, retires, Clasps to his open breast his buxom spouse, Basks in his faggot's blaze, his passions fires, And strait supine to rest unbroken bows. On his smooth forehead, Time's old annual score, Tho' left to furrow, yet disdains to lie; He bids weak sorrow tantalize no more, And puts the cup of care contemptuous by.
Why, there's one of you, poor humpy object At this savage attack on me, Griff waxed furious, and shouted at her to hold her confounded tongue, but this only diverted the attack on himself. 'And as for you fine chap as ye think yourself, swaggering and swearing at poor folk, and setting your dog at them your time's coming. Look out for yourself.
The boding, budding wisdom of the East first recognised another Time's beginning; to the humble cradle of the monarch their star declared the way. In the name of the distant future, with splendour and with incense, did they make offering to him, the highest wonder of the world.
"Don't I know how it is with the likes of him! A good time's a good time, and no harm in it. But the point is" and here he cocked his nose "the point is, where is he? Where will he be tonight?" All at once Lise grew vehement, almost tearful. "I don't know honest to God, I don't. If I did I'd tell you. Last night he said he might be out of town. He didn't say where he was going."
Little imagining how heart and heart the two had grown, and that Evan would understand him, Drummond called to Rose playfully: 'Time's up. 'Is it? Rose answered, and to Mrs. Evremonde 'Give Drummond a walk. Poor Drummond is going silly. Evan looked into his eyes calmly as he passed. 'Where are you going, Rose? said Mrs. Evremonde.
In brick-red gloves, his silk-hat over his forehead, a little more tired and world-worn than ever, that bosom friend whose name I have now definitely forgotten stood before me. "Where the devil have you been all this time?" he asks. "Somewhere," I answer laughing. "In the desert." ... "Gee! What were you looking for there?" "Myself."... And ever swifter grows the beat of time's wing.
This ended the dispute, for the employer of the men suddenly put his head in, saying, "Come, now, time's up; you are wanted up stairs, all of you. Be quick; we shall have his reverence waiting for us, and then we shall lose his recommendation."
The inmates, few in number, are grouped around one on whose white forehead Time's trembling finger has written the word "Death!" Over her bends a manly form. There his face is towards you. Ah! you recognise the wanderer the wealth-seeker. What does he here? What to him is the dying one? His wife!
And if you change it now, he'll make you change it again, and the next time, and the next after that I know he will! Here Ormsby's voice shouted from below, 'Now then, you, Cameron, time's up! 'What is he doing down there? asked Marjory, and her indignation rose higher when she heard. 'Now, Cameron, be brave; go down and tell him once for all he may just keep what he has, and be thankful.
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