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He looked at it vacantly for a moment or two; then he laughed, a laugh that was not altogether one of derision or amusement. Ida had found her life at Laburnum Villa hard enough in all conscience before the night of the concert, but it became still harder after Mr. Joseph's condescending avowal of love to her and her inevitably scornful refusal.
But there was one spot in the city an open place by the river, between an ancient gate and the church of the Celestins which was alive and busy with a strange activity of its own. It was empty enough and the windows of its houses stared vacantly upon its emptiness, but there were two men in possession of its tranquillity who had been toiling hard at a singular piece of work.
Peg wandered round the West End staring vacantly into shop windows, but her thoughts were far away. It was only when, towards one o'clock, she began to feel hungry the sudden idea came to her that she would go home. She had only visited her own people twice since she left them at Forrester's request. There was a tingling of excitement in her veins as she climbed on to a city omnibus.
Surprised to find himself alone, Rupert put his hand to his forehead and looked vacantly around. "My God, what have I done?" he thought. He was trembling violently, and the fury of the passion that had possessed him and had given his mighty muscles a force more than human, was still upon him.
She hastened downstairs to meet him, and when she saw him close, she thought he must have gone mad. His eyes were haggard and stared vacantly or rolled from side to side. "My wife is here, isn't she?" he gasped. "No," answered Jeanne, too frightened to think of what she was saying; "I have not seen her at all to-day."
Leaning her cheek upon her hand, she gazed vacantly on the ground, and scarcely felt the tears which gathered slowly to her eyes, but, falling not, remained within the fair lids, chill and motionless, as if the thought which drew them there was born of a sorrow less agitated than fixed and silent. The shadow of a man darkened the threshold, and there paused.
There she sat, she knew not how long, listening, listening, like a hunted hare; her whole faculties concentrated in the one sense of hearing; her eyes wandering vacantly over the black saws of rock, and glistening oar-weed beds, and bright phosphoric sea. Thank Heaven, there was not a ripple to break the silence. Ah, what was that sound within?
"Do you not know?" replied Carl, "why for the flowers!" "Flowers?" "O," said Carl smiling imbecilely and gazing vacantly around the room. "If you found lilacs in your room, I did not place them there," said Nanna. "Ah! then perhaps little Christine sent them to me." "No, dear Carl," replied Nanna, "the flowers were sent by one who is better than even myself or Christine." "Who can it be?"
'No, I can't, I said; and, breaking from him, went to one of the windows and looked vacantly out into blackness, which reflected the long room, with its dingy greenish maps, and the desks and forms glistening in the fire-beams.
There were some white ashes on the hearth, a kettle hanging over them by its chain, and at Mrs Wishing's elbow stood an earthenware teapot, from which came a faint sickly smell; and when Lilac saw that she nodded to herself, for she knew what it meant. The next moment the sleeper opened her large grey eyes and gazed vacantly at her visitor. "It's me," said Lilac. "It's Lilac White."
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