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NÁDYA. If you're afraid, take yourself home. LÍZA. No, I'll wait for you. But all the same, my girl, it's awful, no matter what you say! Lord preserve us when she finds it out. NÁDYA. Always singing the same tune! If you fear the wolf, keep out of the woods. LÍZA. But what has happened to you? Before, you didn't talk like this. You used to hide yourself; and now you go to him of your own accord.
He had a little tune, the scaffolding of a poem, in his head, and to the sound of it he lived that day, although I don't expect he ever got the poem into words. If you start your idea along an uncertain course, you have to stop and start afresh to get it straight. You can never finish it when once it has a crooked swing.
And there, to be sure, was Kitty singing most beautifully some of the hymns you sang to Phoebe; and if she could not make out all the words she just went on with the tune, like a little bird, and Phoebe lay and listened to her, and all the time as I could see through the crack of the door her eyes were fixed on the picture you gave her, and I said to myself, "Phoebe, woman, this is as it should be.
With an air of submission Bill took his post and Helen began to play, but she could only see before her: "I have loved you ever since that morning when I put the lilies in your hair," and she played so out of time and tune that Billy asked: "What makes 'em go so bad?" "I can't play now; I'm not in the mood," she said at last. "I shall feel better by and by. You can go home if you like."
What I thus came face to face with was, on the instant, her whole unenlightened past and the full, if foreshortened, revelation of what among us all was now unfailingly in store for her. To turn the handle and start that tune came to me on the spot as a temptation. Here was a poor lady who had waited for the approach of old age to find out what she was worth.
Anita stopped and laid down her bow, and once more holding the violin to her ear, began tuning it. That time the tuning was so bad that she handed the violin to Neroda. "You must tune it for me, Maestro," she said, with a wan smile. "The spirit of music seems far away to-night." Neroda, in a minute, handed her back the instrument in perfect tune.
I seemed immediately to stand among the chorus of pilgrims filing past the goatherd in the valley; but I could not afterwards recall the goatherd's tune, so I was obliged to help myself out of the matter in the usual way.
"It ought to be sung to the tune of the 'Hoosier's Ghost," said Wilson. "Who is the Sir Erskine alluded to in the song?" inquired Mrs. Harmar. "Sir William Erskine, one of Sir William Howe's officers," replied old Harmar. "This song created much merriment among the whigs at the time it was written, so that, however much the enemy were right, we had the laugh on our side."
Some one, with a face far blacker than the Hindu boy's, caught each girl by the hand. "Girlies," cried a well-known voice. "We are safe the fire is out!" Then turning quickly, "Friends, let's sing 'Old Hundred, hearty now!" The words were scarcely out of his mouth, when, as with one impulse, all broke into the grand old measure. Nobody pitched the tune, nor started it it started itself! Mrs.
The ship steers wildly, and we have continually to ease her when she pitches; yet, do what we can, the grumbling mate has many a complimentary word for us, flatteringly intimating his opinion, that we 'know no more about steering than our grandmother; but he'll work our old iron up to some tune, before he's done with us! Ere our trick is out, our arms feel as stiff as iron bars, from the violent and unremitting strain on their muscles.
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