Perchance to Dream: And Other Stories

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Dodd, Mead, 1892 - American fiction - 280 pages
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Page 207 - Los suspiros son aire y van al aire. Las lágrimas son agua y van al mar. Dime, mujer : cuando el amor se olvida, ¿sabes tú adonde va?
Page 114 - I go with you," said a quiet, determined voice beside him ; it was Barbara's husband. The captain turned and looked at him closely ; apparrently what he saw satisfied him. " Yes, sir," he answered calmly. " Give him your helmet, Jack. We must go now, sir ; I hear them on the stair." They entered the burning house together; at any moment the roof might fall. Four lives were now in jeopardy where two had stood before. The sound of a footfall slowly became an established fact. " That ain't but one person...
Page 109 - Southern eyes, her attention was caught by something familiar in the figure of the headwaiter, whose back was toward her. Suddenly he turned, and Ned and his " Miss Princess " were face to face. In the joy of that meeting, even the man who had stolen his treasure was forgiven. He had no words too eloquent to express his passionate delight, no entreaties too urgent to implore their stay. The best that the hotel could offer was theirs, and no hands but Ned's were allowed to proffer the dishes. Barbara's...
Page 111 - No — for God's sake, man, what is the matter with you ? " The two faces looked into each other, a strange contrast, — one with staring white eyeballs and eyes full of a horrible intelligence, the other white and ghastly with its dawning terror. No further words were needed. Both men turned and sprang forward as moved by one muscle ; but the action of the negro was with hand and foot. A...
Page 99 - ... white trash sont fer to whip him ; dat he gwine ter kill de fust pusson dat set foot over de do' sill." Two bright, hard spots of colour rose in my mother's cheeks as she listened ; but her manner was unhurried as she quilted her needle into her work, and shook off the threads from her dress into the open fireplace. " With her usual even pace she walked out of the room and up the stairway, we children, with the servants who had gathered in the hall, stringing after her. On she went to the partially...
Page 110 - Safe,'' was the laconic answer as Fred bundled the babies into Ned's arms and caught the tottering woman. The fire had been smouldering too long before being discovered to think of saving much more than human life now that the flames had broken out, and it required brave and determined efforts to accomplish even this. At last the order was issued by the captain of the fire brigade that no one should further risk life and limb by re-entering the doomed building. Ned had been foremost among the workers,...
Page 116 - I ain'ta cryin' none — jis' whisperin' to de Lord, honey, jis1 whisperin' to de Lord." Barbara buried her face in the bedside and burst into a passion of tears. Her husband stepped forward to draw her away, fearing that she might disturb the dying man, but Ned seemed to divine his intention, and rallying his strength, laid a detaining hand on her sunny curls, raising her face to his sight.
Page 108 - Every day they determined to set their faces toward home to-morrow, and each to-morrow found them lingering. Drifting about in this way, they strolled one noon into the dining-room of a New York hotel, and sat awaiting their luncheon. The waiters were all negroes ; and as Barbara idly looked at them, thinking how natural their dusky faces appeared to her Southern eyes, her attention was caught by something familiar in the figure of the headwaiter, whose back was toward her.
Page 117 - I ain' goin' fur, honey, not to say fur." A gleam of the old humor shot across his face. " Ned only gwine to de Islant of Dardenelles, honey, for to wait on my Lord Con — " A sudden shudder shook his whole frame ; his face was contorted in agony. Barbara's husband laid his hand quickly across her eyes to shut out the sight. And when he drew it away again all was over. Ned had at last made his voyage to the Blessed Isles, and was. waiting upon his Lord — whose name was not Concarson.

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