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Page 241 - Though thou shouldest bray a fool in a mortar among wheat with a pestle, yet will not his foolishness depart from him.
Page 324 - The faces of the doctors grew dim and indistinct, and their voices sounded as if heard from some immense distance. All at once it appeared to Sir Harry that he was able to grasp what his wife must have endured, the agony she had suffered. " My darling !—my poor darling ! And you bore it all alone ! " That was the one thought which took possession of him. In that supreme moment, pride, the love of self, the memory of the wrong done him, died out, leaving only pity in their place.
Page 358 - If you mean me," answered his good friend, " I am quite well." "My dear fellow," pursued Mr. Wright, " I cannot tell you how delighted I was at hearing such cheering news as I did from Mr. Irwin yesterday; I cannot indeed.
Page 333 - she repeated slowly. "Yes. You came here the night you were taken ill." " Have I been ill long ?" "A long time." " And my husband ? " " Has been with you almost constantly. But now you must ask no more questions. Dear, dear Mabel! how thankful I am to hear you speak rationally once again ! " Just at the first the invalid spoke more than the doctors considered good for her, but shortly she lapsed...
Page 368 - M'Calhim was sitting on his chest, crying out, " I am avenged at last! " He was found next morning by a shepherd, whose attention was attracted to the spot by his dog; but when, help being procured, they tried to lift him, he prayed them with such groans to let him die where he lay that the men drew back, and looked at each other in frightened silence. Just then a doctor came hurrying up. " He must be lifted," lie said. " Never mind his cries; he will faint, and then we -can take him to the inn.
Page 337 - "More." She gave a little sobbing sigh, and her poor thin fingers closed tighter on his. " My poor Bella! " It seemed natural to him then to call her by the name first known, first loved. " My poor Bella, what you must have suffered! "
Page 374 - Barthome for the last time. He can still preach, however, and is apparently as genial and cheerful as ever. Nevertheless, in moments of confidence, he tells Selina that he feels he is getting old; that the wine of life has, somehow, not the flavour it once possessed, and that he believes the game so long played has not been worth the many candles burnt over it. With which opinion Mrs. Wright does not agree—for she preserves a firm and admirable faith in a Bishopric, "which must, so she says, "...
Page 370 - ... upon the little fellow's cheek, the sparkle of which seemed to say, " My poor child, your lot is the hardest 1" ".Mrs.- Wilson," said Mrs. Livingston, "this makes my heart sick. I can hardly convince myself that your situation is a reality ; and yet, it is too fearfully plain to be a dream. But tell me if there is anything I can do for you, — and I hope you will be candid. Throw off all delicacy about these matters, for your change is so severe, I think it would be wrong in you to wrong yourself...