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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Did all those words you used mean that Pat will foam at the mouth like mad dogs you read about?" she asked abruptly. Holman Sommers, tramping along beside the pinto, looked at her queerly. "If Pat does not, I strongly suspect that I shall," he told her weightily, but with a twinkle in his eyes. "I have been endeavoring, Miss Stevenson, to wean your thoughts away from so unhappy a subject.
"And when, with the years settling down more weightily upon him, his early faith should be modified by inevitable experience, it would be with no harsh and sudden revolution of his sentiments.
That which bore upon her most weightily and incessantly was the degradation of this environment from which there was never any respite, the viciousness of this spot wherein she had been cast through no fault of her own. Vileness was everywhere, visibly in the faces of many, and it was brimming from the souls of more, subtly hideous.
A dozen women have been invited there tonight, and a great conspiracy is going forward, with the Prince of Wales received incognito all to defy me. But wait a bit I'll be with you. This day has begun weightily and shall end weightily. A small clock strikes ten.
Though the enemy upon his retreat was burning bridges and destroying railroads behind him, and making his possible return towards Washington a slow, difficult process, which he obviously had no mind to undertake, still this security of the capital rested as weightily as ever upon Lincoln's mind.
No man ever spoke more neatly, more pressly, more weightily, or suffered less emptiness, less idleness, in what he uttered. No member of his speech but consisted of his own graces. His hearers could not cough or look aside from him without loss. He commanded where he spoke, and had his judges angry and pleased at his devotion. No man had their affections more in his power.
"He has more gold pieces 'n ever you seen," proceeded Jonathan weightily. "Then why don't he give you some?" exclaimed aunt Corinne with a wriggle. "I had a gold dollar, but I b'lieve that little old man with a bag on his back stole it." Jonathan and Thrusty Ellen made round eyes at a young damsel who had been trusted with gold. "My fawther calls 'em yeller boys," said Jonathan.
Facing about, she marched weightily around to the rear of the saloon and began laboriously to climb the steps that lead to the hall. At the door she paused and made a rapid survey of the room until she found what she was looking for. "Joe Ridder!" she called peremptorily. Joe, haggard and listless, put down his billiard-cue and came to the door.
"Allegro," it was Violet Campion's special name for her, and she uttered it weightily, "mark my words and ponder them well! You have met your fate!" "Violet! How dare you say such a thing?" Olga turned crimson with indignant protest. "I haven't! I wouldn't! It's horrid of you to talk like that!" "Quite indecent, dear, I admit. But have you never noticed how indecent the truth can be?
The object of our journey came weightily before me, and I considered we had left our home and every object most dear to our natural affections, with the sole view to serve our Lord and Master, and in the desire to use our feeble powers to draw souls to Him, that they might partake of spiritual communion with the Beloved of souls, through his grace.
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