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Updated: June 25, 2025
How is it to be managed? I do not know. I am not a political economist I am a seeker after righteousness. But as a poet, and as a clear-eyed soul, I stand upon the heights and I cry out for it, I demand it. I demand that society shall come to its own, I demand that there shall be intelligence in the world! I demand that the toil of the millions shall not be for the pride of the few!
"Walter, did you notice he said not a word of condemnation of Dixon, though the note was before his eyes? Surely Dixon has some strong supporters in Danbridge, as well as enemies." The next morning we continued our investigation. We found Dixon's lawyer, Leland, in consultation with his client in the bare cell of the county jail. Dixon proved to be a clear-eyed, clean-cut young man.
Mollie turned to look at Hugh. He had grown a little taller, she thought, but was as clear-eyed and meditative as ever. And behind Hugh was the flower-garden, full of roses thousands and thousands of roses, mostly pale pink. They were loose-petalled and exquisitely sweet. The children paused for a moment before going into the house, and all four sniffed up the delicate fragrance appreciatively.
Clear-eyed and joyful as when she walked by her father's side on the field of Ostia, she went to and fro among the victims of Vandal rapine and persecution, spending upon the maimed, the sick, the ruined, the small remnants of her former wealth, and winning, by her purity and her piety, the reverence and favour even of the barbarian conquerors.
I'm tired loafing such long hours. I'd like a little leisure in which to work." "Work!" repeated his mother and human voice could hardly express amazement greater than did hers. "Work! Jack you're not in earnest?" He held upon her a clear-eyed, humorous, but resolute face. "Don't I look in earnest?" He did; and his mother could only dazedly repeat, "Work! You go to work!" "Oh, not at once.
The Western girl sat with ungloved hands on the outside of the robe she evidently did not need to draw up around her. Madeline thought she had never seen such a clear-eyed, healthy, splendid girl. "Do you like to see the sun rise?" asked Florence. "Yes, I think I do," replied Madeline, thoughtfully. "Frankly, I have not seen it for years."
All the furniture was of a massive and old-fashioned pattern. A few minutes later, with face and hands washed clean collars, clothes neatly brushed, the two clear-eyed, manly-looking young fellows returned to the first floor. "I suppose this hotel is full of young men like ourselves, wondering what tomorrow will bring them, when they get before the sawbones," muttered Dan.
He was so nice now, she thought, so white-skinned and clear-eyed and keen. She pretended to be looking at the drawing of a nude when she saw him. "How are you?" he asked, smiling, venturing to speak to her because he was lonely and because he knew no other girl. She turned gaily, and returned the question, facing him with smiling lips and genial eyes. "I haven't seen you for some time," he said.
Netta thought at first that she was "made up," so dazzling was the white and pink, and then doubted. The beauty of the face reminded one, perhaps, of the beauty of a boy of some clear-eyed, long-chinned athlete masterfully simple a careless conqueror. How well she and Edmund seemed to know each other! That was the strange, strange thing in Netta's eyes.
For the rest, Miss Alvira's face and hair and eyes seemed to be all one colour, very pale, and her hands were long and thin, with far too many bones in them for human hands, the little boy thought. Yet when he learned that the woman was not without merit in the sight of his clear-eyed hero, he, too, gave her his favour.
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