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Updated: May 8, 2025
No child in the past ever found the same replies as the girl of five whose father made that appeal to feeling which is doomed to a different, perverse, and unforeseen success. He was rather tired with writing, and had a mind to snare some of the yet uncaptured flock of her sympathies. "Do you know, I have been working hard, darling? I work to buy things for you."
The fugitive went uncaptured, while the summer dragged on to its end, burning up in the fiery furnace of its own heat. For one dweller of the city and he, I may tell you, is the central figure in this story it dragged on with particular slowness. Judson Green, the hero of our tale if it has any hero was a young man of some wealth and more leisure. Also he was a young man of theories.
CLAIRE: As you made for yourself a shell called beauty? TOM: What is there for you, if you'll have no touch with what we have? CLAIRE: What is there? There are the dreams we haven't dreamed. I am lonely. Don't get through to what you're in the way of. TOM: Then you don't love me? CLAIRE: I'm fighting for my chance. I don't know which chance. Looks into it as if to look through to the uncaptured.
She still had the slimness of immature girlhood, the adorable shy daring of some uncaptured wood nymph. "Does that matter to you, sir?" "How old?" he reiterated. "Going-on-eighteen," she answered not because she wanted to, but because somehow she must. There was something compelling about this man's will. She would have resisted it had she not wanted to gain her point about going home.
Besides this, I have many influential friends. You see where this brings me? I am in the middle of my attacking movement, and I have not been beaten back; but the key to the enemy's position is still uncaptured. You know what this key is from my other letters. It's the stage. Ah, Margie, one acting play! Only one! It would mean everything.
Isolated machine-guns in uncaptured parts of the redoubt still beat a tattoo like the ruffle of war-drums, and from behind the barriers in the Big Willie trench came the sharp crack of English rifles, and dull explosions of other bombs flung by other Englishmen very hard pressed that night.
He reached it and put one hand upon the side. Then a heavy fist stretched entirely over the canoe and struck him such a mighty blow upon the jaw that he sank senseless, and when he revived two minutes later on a low bank where the current had cast him, he did not know what had happened to him. Meanwhile the uncaptured canoe sailed on in lonely majesty down the stream.
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