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The very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more? ha?" Act v. Sc. 1. "Mine Eye and Heart are at a mortal war How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine Eye my Heart thy picture's sight would bar, My Heart mine Eye the freedom of that right.
Hortense stepped forward to the chair and made an adjustment of the picture's position: she had a flush and a frown to conceal. "But never mind," she thought, as she turned the canvas toward a slightly different light; "if Aunt Medora wants to help, let her." She did not reply to her aunt's question. "Retouched from life, and then framed who knows?" she asked.
For it is well known that only sleep in bed deserves the name, and a clock was putting its convictions about midnight on record, dogmatically. Gwen's laugh rang out soon enough to quash its last ipse dixits. "Then the mischief's done, Lutwyche, and another five minutes doesn't matter. Mrs. Picture's going to tell me all her news. Here get this thing off! Then you can go till I ring."
They're really so much better than most people's." "That may very well be. But as the only thing you do well, it's so little. I should have liked you to do so many other things: those were my ambitions." "Yes; you've told me many times things that were impossible." "Things that were impossible," said Madame Merle. And then in quite a different tone: "In itself your little picture's very good."
"Well," said the boy in a cautious tone, vigilantly eyeing his chief, "you see, a lot of these fellers like Sam have been in the papers lately. They're being called a crime wave." "Well?" "Sam is up for trial this week and half the Irish cooks in town are waiting 'round to testify. And Shifty seems to enjoy himself. His picture's in the papers see? And he wants all the clippings.
Only the image of Agnes, flashing in silk and diamonds was a flaw on the picture's fair surface. From thoughts of her Maddy had insensibly shrank, until she met her in the carriage, and then received the note asking her services. These events wrought in her a change, and dread of Mrs. Agnes passed away.
He was dead when they picked him up. And, now, Miss Marvin, hadn't I better get you a taxi?" "Yes, thank you, but," with irrepressible curiosity, "how did you know me?" Burgess smiled. "How did I know you? I beg your pardon, Miss, but for nearly a year your picture's been in every paper, more or less, in the United States. You're a big head-liner it's an honor to meet you, face to face.
Escombe, deeply tanned and twenty-two, ran forward and received a thick letter addressed in a woman's handwriting, that of his mother, and, amid cheering at his luck, disappeared in the crowd. "Thomas Anderson, Gregg's brigade. Girl's handwriting, too. Lucky boy, Tom." "Hey, Tom, open it and show it to us! Maybe her picture's inside it! I'll bet she's got red hair!"
He still sees her to whom he wrote, and when she smiles across the room at him, and smiles again to see her daughter's wonder, all the years fade from the picture's face, and the vision stands as once it was, though my young mistress' merry eyes have not the power to see it. Let her laugh. God forbid that I should grudge it her! Soon enough shall she sit sewing and another laugh.
"You haven't already?" "Oh, no; the offer's not made." "Well, then " His look gathered a brighter significance. "But if the picture's worth nothing, nobody will buy it " I groaned. "Except," he continued, "some fellow like me, who doesn't know anything. I think it's lovely, you know; I mean to hang it in my mother's sitting-room." He rose and clasped my hand in his adhesive pressure.
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