Lady Deane, and other stories, Volume 1 |
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Page 112 - And in the morning, rising up a great while before day, he went out and departed into a solitary place, and there prayed.
Page 145 - Amid the jagged shadows Of mossy leafless boughs, Kneeling in the moonlight, To make her gentle vows ; Her slender palms together prest. Heaving sometimes on her breast ; Her face resigned to bliss or bale — Her face, oh call it fair not pale, And both blue eyes more bright than clear, Each about to have a tear.
Page 232 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 169 - Arthur, her love has seemed the one brightness in my life — the one sweet influence to charm me from thoughts that surge and beat in my brain at times like the waves of a troubled sea. If I lost Christabel, I should lose all. The sound of her voice is to me what your reading to me used to be in the olden times — like the music of David's harp to the troubled king ; but yet, I would have love not sacrifice ; " and he let his head drop upon his breast as though some contemplated act of renunciation...
Page 10 - Christabel?" His voice was hoarse with passion ; she could feel his hand tremble as it rested on her shoulder. The girl's calm face grew troubled — not with love ; it was no angel of tenderness that troubled the still waters., No, it was fea,r — fear of a strange depth of feeling that she could not fathom ; of a passion of entreaty that found no echo in her own heart.
Page 12 - My love for you has grown with my growth, and strengthened with my strength ; it has been my saviour in many a temptation ; it has been to me a shield and buckler against evil.
Page 19 - Jennings the dressmaker," said Christie, pouting ; " she always says ' the makings ' of a dress " " I am like a child crying for the moon, like a traveller in the desert trying to slake his thirst at the waters of a mirage, when I try to make you understand what is in my heart towards you...
Page 54 - Then with a movement of her hand dismissed him. " It's sorry work," muttered the old man to himself as he went back to his pantry ; " sorry work enough all this twisting one's words this way and that like snakes in underwood ; but there's one comfort as I can lay to heart, and that's this — master's clean out of the way of worry now ; no one can't worry him no more, wish how they may ; and as for the rest on't, God won't lay his sins to his charge over much.
Page 114 - For what, short of her whole heart and life, could satisfy the craving tenderness of eyes that, meeting hers, seemed to say, " I love you, I would set you by my side ; no toy, no passing fancy ; no, nor yet only my love ; but higher still, my companion and my friend, the sharer of my thoughts and aspirations, my fellow-worker for the good of those around us...
Page 132 - Jim's, had fallen down ^he cliff-side and broken his leg the night before. Yet even here the inevitable good in evil was visible to the grandsire's eyes. He put aside the vicar's condolence upon the family affliction with an airy lightness : "Well, yo...