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Updated: June 29, 2025
"He looks that proud way," she laughed, "when the boys play him to sleep; they played him to sleep again before they went to their traps this morning. They used to play me to sleep, before baby came. I used to think of so many things. I wanted to see you." "Things cannot ever be thought out, after all, Vesty; but if the boys can play one to sleep well, that is best."
For there, there are none lost. They live again! I suggested once that we should build a house fitting those grand sea-cliffs, sometimes to occupy it. But Vesty, ever wise, was silent, troubled, and I read her thought. No, we should introduce no discordant element there, of liveries and servants, and riches and seclusive walls, of mine and thine.
Even so, I thought, as I listened, it may be will sound to us some voice from the other shore, when we put out on the dark river. "Vesty," said a mite of a girl, coming up to her after meeting, "Evelin wants to know if you can set up with Clarindy to-night. She 's been took again." "Yes," said Vesty, the still look on her face, "I'll come."
Sail away to Galilee Oh, He left the Crown and He took the Cross Sail away to Galilee!" He came forward to take the baby, who had awakened before he began to sing. The Basin matrons ran in very much, but there was no "Vesty" to enter and take the continued care, in this case, until the young mother should be strong again.
"I've forgotten." "They made the cross for Christ out of the poplars; they never got over it see them shiver! hush!" "O my beautiful one!" He took her hands. "What was it you 'told them' back there this morning, Vesty, before we started?" "You are cruel! He drew her to him. Her lips would not tell. Her Basin eyes, that he was gazing mercilessly into, betrayed her.
"Tom, say 'Roxy, an' I'll give ye some, Tommy! Now, boy! 'Roxy, Roxy, purty Roxy! purty Roxy! Poor ole Jack! poor ole Jack!" The bird flew around Wonnell's head, biting at the hat which stood in such elegant irrelevance to the remainder of his dress, and cried, "Meshach, he! he! he! Vesty, she! Vesty, Meshach! Vesty, Meshach!" but said nothing the village vagrant would teach it.
He left the crown and He took the cross Sail away to Galilee, Sail away to Galilee! "'There 's a tree I see in Paradise " "Sing, Vesty!" "It 's the beautiful waiting Tree of Life Sail away to Galilee! It 's the beautiful " Uncle Benny hushed her with an awed motion of the hand, and a look upward of unspeakable recognition he, without doubt, seeing now, beyond us blind.
She turned to look at me with quiet gladness, kindness. "I love to hear Captain Seabale. He doesn't come very often," said she, "but he makes me cry." "I believe he made me cry," I answered. I watched her shaking a handful of flowers over the laughing boy. "How far do you think pity could ever go, Vesty?"
It was Vesty's hand that had wrung mine. Captain Rafe, after he lost his sons, hardly spoke without drawing his own trembling hand along his piteous face. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Vesty spoke to me so softly, as if her head were turned, or she were wandering in a dream. "When Gurdon had anything that anybody needed, and they asked him for it, he always gave it them.
For figgeral language, ye know, requires a very moderate dispersition; and women, even the moderatest on 'em, haves tew quick perceptions for t' be entertained long with figgeral language." "Why did you never come? I sent for you." "I was afraid, Vesty, that new burden of motherhood, which you carried, might take some physical mark or blight from a presence like mine. But he is beautiful!"
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