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Do you hear the sea, the full tide sweeping softly up into the land, a long drawn out undernote of breathless harmonies, the rustling of leaves there in the elm trees, the faint night wind, like the murmuring of angels? Lift your head! Was there anything ever sweeter than the perfume from that hedge of honeysuckle? What can a man want more than these things and " "Go on!" "And the woman he loves!

Wingrave took up a handful of letters and let them fall through his fingers. He had all the sensations of a man who is awakened from a dream of Paradise to face the dull tortures of a dreary and eventless life. His eyes were set in a fixed state. An undernote of despair was in his tone. "You know we arranged it yesterday," she continued eagerly, "and if you are going to send for Mr.

"Were Herod for the slaughter of the Innocents brought before a jury of this town, he would be acquitted," he said half-seriously. "Judas Iscariot would pass unscathed so long as any portion of his thirty pieces of silver remained with him." They laughed at this remarkable pronouncement, but with an undernote of seriousness.

And all the time an undernote of terror, the thunder of the sea rushing in upon the land, came like a deep monotonous refrain to the roaring of the wind. Through it all I battled my way, hatless, soaked to the skin, yet finding a certain wild pleasure in the storm. By the time I had reached my little dwelling I was exhausted.

This morning he had an elation of his own; it touched everything with more vivid reality. The familiar picture stirred a joy in him in tune with his private happiness; its undernote came to him with a pang as keen. The sense of kinship surged in his heart; these were his people, this his lot as well as theirs. For the first time he saw it in detachment.

We were so close the music fairly deafened us, as, with a multiplied undernote of moving feet, the march began. On came those people toward us, wave behind wave of color and magnificence, dotted with little black ovals of masks pierced by gleaming eye-holes. I could sense Barbara reading the room as it bore down on her, and reading it clearly, getting whatever it was she had come there for.

There was happiness in her laugh, and tenderness and an undernote of triumph. "You're delicious! So ardent, yet so absurdly detached from the dull plodding things that make up common life. Come let's stroll. The verandah breathes heat like a benevolent dragon!" They strolled in the cool darkness under drooping boughs, through which a star flickered here and there.

It's too long a haul to take the ore out, and it's too spotted to justify any great investment in machinery to handle it on the ground. And," he added with an undernote of fierceness, "it's a terrible place for man or beast to stay in, unless the object to be attained is great enough to justify enduring the hardships." "You said a mouthful, Cash.

Her morbid sensitiveness mistook him again; she fancied there was an undernote of irony in his tone. "Long enough for both of us," she replied. He drew a chair to her side. "Do you take it for granted," he said, smiling, "that I shall get tired of the place first?" She shrank, poor creature, even from his smile. There was, as she thought, something contemptuous in the good-humor of it.

"I cannot imagine why," she answered, with an undernote of trouble in her tone. "Remember the advice I gave you before. No good can come of any friendship between my father and you." "There is this much of good in it, at any rate," he answered, as he held open the door for her. "It might give me the chance of seeing you sometimes." "That is not a matter worth considering," she replied.