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The men who wrested victory from his little band stood wonder-stricken and abashed when they saw how few were those who dared oppose them, and generous admiration burst into spontaneous tribute to the splendid leader who bore defeat with the quiet resignation of a hero. The men who fought under him never revered or loved him more than on the day he sheathed his sword.
It was indeed marvelous how much Fanny had seen, and when she came to tell the wonder-stricken negroes of the cataract of Niagara, their amazement knew no bounds. Our friend Bobaway did not fail to ease himself by a round of somersaults, his usual manner of expressing surprise or pleasure.
"Then, dear prince, I have lost my senses," cried Binder, "for indeed I dreamed that you had proposed to Russia, in case there was not land enough to satisfy you all in Poland, to take some from the Sultan. "You have heard aright. You are very tiresome with your questions and your stupid, wonder-stricken face.
Men who stood vacantly staring in muttered, "Beast!" women, shrinking from the unsightly spectacle, whispered, "Beast!" and children, gazing in silent horror with the rest, stared "Beast!" out of their wonder-stricken eyes.
"You idiot, you; where are the keys?" "In the old dungeon, I said," explained the wonder-stricken chamberlain. "The safest part of the castle, my lord." "Where are the keys?" thundered his master. "Quick!" Simon handed them over, and struck with intense amazement at the sudden and complete change in his master's manner, he awaited the course of events.
For physical health, for mental overstrain, for guidance given marvellously, for errors and dangers averted, for enmity to the Gospel subdued, for food provided at the exact hour needed, for everything that goes to make up life and my poor service, I can testify with a full and often wonder-stricken awe that I believe God answers prayer. I know God answers prayer.
Before the wonder-stricken trappers had time to remark on this singular apparition, or to form any opinion in regard to it, poor Gibault came tearing round the point like a maniac, with the bear close upon his heels. This was enough. The backwoodsmen no longer showed any signs of surprise or hesitancy. A grisly bear was a familiar object a comrade in imminent danger was equally so.
But he felt in every vein and fiber the appealing touch on his shoulder. "Good God! What are YOU doing here?" he cried, leaping to his feet. There was no awkwardness or shyness in his speech now; only wonder-stricken joy. "I came back to see you." "But the yacht! Your ship!" "She has left." "No! She mustn't! Not without you! You can't stay here. It's too dangerous." "I must. They think I'm aboard.
He divined my state of feeling, but he said nothing harsh. He did not rebuke, but he reasoned with me and oh! how mighty was that reasoning without formality without effort as the flower grows and blossoms. Its process was in harmony with the successions of nature gentle, spontaneous, irresistible. At last he left me. I was grieved at his departure I was wonder-stricken.
I desire publicly to proclaim that I, as his opponent, had no share in the dastardly blow that has struck him down. And I desire to proclaim the reason. He is my own father; I, Paul Savelli, am my opponent, Silas Finn's son." A great gasp and murmur rose from the wonder-stricken throng, but only momentarily, for the spell of drama was on them. Paul continued.
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