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"An angel upon earth!" ejaculated a third. I looked; and in an open carriage which approached us, passing slowly down the street, sat the enchanting vision of the opera, accompanied by the younger lady who had occupied a portion of her box. "Her companion also wears remarkably well," said the one of my trio who had spoken first.
The other foremen mounted their horses. "I'll overtake you," said Joel to the trio, "as soon as I change mounts. Whoever has the lead herd, come in on the water above the field. The upper pools are the deepest, and let your cattle cover the water evenly." "I'm in the lead," said the pock-marked man. "But we'll have to come up to the water in trailing formation.
Hurrying home, she quietly summoned Cherry and Allee, and the trio set out once more on their berry-picking excursion, finding their enemy too busy in the far end of the field to interfere with them, just as Peace had hoped. "But he may come back here at any minute," argued Cherry, loth to enter the field. "I thought you said he was gone from the pasture." "I said from the berries.
Acton said quietly, "All right, Bourne. Thanks, awfully." Then he added under his breath to Phil, "If I can come as a friend?" "On that condition," said Phil, "I'd like you to come." The trio walked back along the road a happy trio they were, too and a melancholy procession of injured horses and an angry coachman closed their rear.
The old Arab had himself led out the three young "darkies"; and the black sheik was about to act in like manner with the trio of white captives. So reasoned they; and, as it was a matter of indifference to them with which they went, they would offer no opposition.
"What caused it? Something must have happened?" "Don't worry me now. Only help me to get home." Screened both by veils and parasols, the two had almost gained the street, when they met a trio of gentlemen. One asked in unmistakable New-England English: "Laurance, where is your father?"
A third laugh burst into the ring, seeming to complete it fatally the Prophet's. "Sir Tiglath for Heaven's sake don't!" The adjuration came from a trio of choked voices, and might have given pause even to a descending lift or other inflexible and blind machine. But still the astronomer grew steadily more gigantic in person and more like the god of wine in hue.
Suddenly a man came running from the wood, pale and anxious, saying, as he hastened by for help, "Blasted tree fell on him! Bleed to death before the doctor comes!" "Who? who?" cried the startled trio. But the man ran on, with some breathless reply, in which only a name was audible "Basset." "The deuce it is!" and Randal dropped his pencil, while the girls sprang up in dismay.
If a trio or quartette, there will still be added from time to time a heavy bass accompaniment, a sort of fugue, and in war-songs often resembling the moaning of the sea in a storm, or the wailing over the dead brought home from the battle field. Other ballads again will be more gay and lively, with responses executed by three different parties alternately.
At the foot of the bed sat a silver-haired woman with saintlike face uplifted in resignation and aspiration. For once the busy hands were idle and were clasped in her lap. She too, listened and waited, as she had listened and waited for days. Oh Love! Oh Life! Are these the happy trio who lived for each other only in the Valley of the Many-Colored Grass?
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