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Most urgent," and was signed "Risley." Jack went across to the Doctor's house, sent up his name, and was bidden to go up to the study. Here he laid the cablegram before the Head. "Who is Risley, Haydon?" asked Dr. Lawrence. "My father's man, sir," replied Jack. "It seems to me that they must have got as far as Brindisi on their way home. I feel wretchedly uneasy.
Here there was a change for the better here, at least, there was silence. She knocked at the door on the landing of the second floor. A gentle voice answered, in French; "Entrez!" then quickly substituted the English equivalent, "Come in!" Stella opened the door. The wretchedly furnished room was scrupulously clean.
A man with curly dark hair who was eating soup at the table directly in front of me was satirizing somebody between spoonfuls, relishing his acrimony as if it were spice to his soup. A feminine voice back of me was trying to prove to somebody that she did much more for her sister than her sister did for her. I was wretchedly ill at ease at first. I loathed myself for being here.
"I'm on the wagon I mean, I don't drink at all," he said wretchedly; and was deeply grateful for the diversion afforded by the entrance of a third customer. It was Tracey Tanner, as usual swollen with important tidings, as usual propelling himself through the world at a heavy trot.
What use is there in not being honest? Well?" She did not try again to speak. Her state was lamentable: it was all in her eyes. Richard hung his head wretchedly, turning partly away from her. "There's only one way to look at it," he said hesitatingly, and stammering. "That is there's only one thing to do: to forget that it's happened. I'm I oh, well, I care for Cora altogether.
By that time, the ranch-house meals were not affairs of gusto; they were mental distraction, not bodily provender. What they were to be later shall never be forgotten by Ross or me or Etienne. After supper, the stogies and finger nails began again. My shoulder ached wretchedly, and with half-closed eyes I tried to forget it by watching the deft movements of the stolid cook.
Nor is it seldom that through this wrong tim'd Discipline, together with that remisness and inequality wherewith Childrens Inclinations are over-rul'd, their Parents Government over them seems to them not a Natural, and just right establish'd for their benefit, but a Tyrannick and Arbritary Power, which accordingly they without Remorse disobey, whenever they believe that they can do so with Impunity: And what is still worse, their evil Dispositions, for the most part, are not only not timely enough restrain'd, but Children are actually taught to indulge to their naturally irregular Inclinations, by those Vicious or wretchedly ignorant People, who are plac'd about them; and who almost universally instil down-right Vice into them, even before they can well speak; as Revenge, Covetousness, Pride and Envy: Whilst the silly Creatures who do them so unspeakable Mischiefs are scarce capable of being made to understand the harm that they do; but think Parents ill-natur'd, or that they have fancies fit only to be smil'd at, who will deny their Child a thing for no other reason, it may be, but because he has desir'd it: And who before he is trusted to go alone will check his Resentment, Impatience, Avarice, or Vanity, which they think becomes him so prettily; neither will suffer him to be rewarded for doing what they bid him to do.
'That is the sound grief, with hope at the core not in love with itself and wretchedly mortal, as we find self is under every shape it takes; especially the chief one. 'Name it. 'It is best named Amor. There was a writhing in the frame of the hearer, for she did want Love to be respected; not shadowed by her misfortune.
He had melted down the church-bells in this part of Burgundy and Vaud, to make cannon for the final effort which failed so fatally at Morat; and the old chroniclers relate without any allusion to the sacrilege that the artillery was wretchedly served on that cruel day.
Dully, wretchedly knowing that her heart would ache far worse to-morrow than it did to-night she wondered about things. Did things like rain and street-cars and wet feet and a sore throat determine life? Was it that way with other people, too? Did other people have barriers whole cities full of them piled in between? And then did the Harolds come and take them where they said they belonged?
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