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"Nay," he went on, retaining his clasp. "Let there be perfect understanding between us twain, thou Radiant One. I shall not plague thee with my love, nor even let it be apparent after this. Men have lived in constant fellowship, but no nearer to the women whom they love, and am I less able than my kind? So I be not hateful to thee, Rachel, I am content." "Hateful to me!" she cried reproachfully.
Just tell me what like ye'll be wanting, and ye'll see that we'll can agree fine." "Troth, sir," said Alan, "I ask for nothing but plain dealing. In two words: do ye want the lad killed or kept?" "O, sirs!" cried Ebenezer. "O, sirs, me! that's no kind of language!" "Killed or kept!" repeated Alan. "O, keepit, keepit!" wailed my uncle. "We'll have nae bloodshed, if you please."
"Your honour!" cried the lieutenant, with contempt; then, turning to the other men, he put the same question to them both in succession, and received the same positive answers; so that I really began to think I had been at the mast-head all the time, and had been dreaming I was in the top.
John Jardine would not do that!" cried Nancy Ellen. "There's a family to prove it," said Kate. "Jennie admits that she studied him, taught him, made herself indispensable to him, and a few weeks after his mother's passing, married him, after he had told her he did not love her and never could. I feel sorry for him." "Sure! Poor defrauded creature!" said Nancy Ellen. "What about her?"
And when he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to cry out, and say, Jesus, thou son of David, have mercy on me. And many charged him that he should hold his peace: but he cried the more a great deal, Thou son of David, have mercy on me. And Jesus stood still, and commanded him to be called. And they called the blind man, saying unto him, Be of good comfort, rise; he calleth thee.
The outside shutters of the big cold room were partly closed, but the light from between them fell with startling effect on the white, marble-like face of the old man who lay asleep on a cot in front of the empty fireplace. For a moment Mrs. Clarke stood looking at him; then with a smothered cry she bent over him. "Father!" she cried sharply, "Oh, God! It's my father!"
"Sir," cried the indignant coachman, "a soldier of the Grand Army is not a beggar." "It is not the gold, but the portraits of his commander I give the soldier of the Grand Army." "Mon Dieu!" exclaimed the now affrighted veteran, "it is Napoleon! Vive l'Empereur!" Of the history of that attempt on the life of Napoleon, the world is fully informed.
I was suddenly shot around the corner of a house, saw the orator himself, and gasped. It was Nicholas Temple. There was something awe-impelling in the tall, slim, boyish figure that towered above the crowd, in the finely wrought, passionate face, in the voice charged with such an anger as is given to few men. "What has North Carolina done for Franklin?" he cried. "Protected her? No.
'Ida, he began, somewhat huskily, 'I am going to tell you a secret. 'What is that? she asked, turning and looking at him. 'The Abbey does not belong to me! 'What? she cried, with wide-open eyes. 'You have been rather fond of talking about the Abbey; but I hope your heart is not too much set upon it.
"Well, I'll be doggoned," Dennis cried, "if I ever seed anything like that afore! They've gone plum crazy. They ain't no hole here. A coon can't jist drap inter the ground without a hole." The old hunter laughed: "No, but a coon mought learn somethin' from a beaver now an' then an' locate the door to his house under the water line an' climb up here ter find a safe place, couldn't he?"
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