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When she had finished he rose and walked to the extremity of the small space at command, then walked back to the piano, where Mirah had risen from her seat and stood looking toward him with her little hands crossed before her, meekly awaiting judgment; then with a sudden unknitting of his brow and with beaming eyes, he stretched out his hand and said abruptly, "Let us shake hands: you are a musician."
She had no desire to pique him further by seeing too much of Kerr. On her own account she wanted for the present to avoid Kerr. He roused a feeling in her that she feared a feeling intoxicating to the senses, dazzling to the mind, unknitting to the will.
Next how with great toil he came to the Phaeacians, who gave him all worship heartily, as to a god, and sent him with a ship to his own dear country, with gifts of bronze, and of gold, and raiment in plenty. This was the last word of the tale, when sweet sleep came speedily upon him, sleep that loosens the limbs of men, unknitting the cares of his soul.
In regard to the state of his health, he answered them only with a languid smile, and relapsed into his former thoughtlessness. Not being able to break in upon the taciturnity of the monarch, they had recourse to a method which seldom fails of "unknitting the brow of care," and that was by a display to the best advantage, of the presents, which they had brought for him from England.
He was pacing to and fro, with rapid, nervous steps, crushing the dry twigs under his shoes, pressing his hands together behind his back, knitting and unknitting his fingers. Drusus knew enough to be aware that he was present as a spectator of that most terrible of all conflicts a strong man's wrestle with his own misgivings.
With the insight and tenderness of a mother he restrained himself, and unknitting his brows, held out both his hands and said very kindly, "Come and tell poor Papa all about it, my darling." On which I jumped from my chair, and rushing up to him, threw my arms about his neck and sobbed out, "Oh, Papa! Papa! I don't want him." "Don't want whom, my boy?" "M-m-m-m-r. Gray," I sobbed.
The fat Earl hemmed and hawed, clearing his throat to gain time, and knitting and unknitting his fingers over his stomach. "Being a near kinsman," he said at last, "it is not seemly that I should say aught against the Earl of Douglas; but this I do know there will be no peace in Scotland till that young man and his brother are both cut off." The Chancellor and de Retz exchanged glances.
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