...minutes Francis shook off his mood of meditation, and entered the mouth of the tomb, creeping along upon his hands and feet. Lenigan, who feared lest...with his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in bis hands. On hearing Lenigan's voice, he started up, as if from a reverie, and uncovering the lantern...

...see me dis morniti'," said the wounded lord. His master made no reply, but remained for a minute with his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. " Danny," ho said, at length, " do you remember a conversation whicb I had with you some weeks since...

...Silent O'Moyle ' ; we feel it as in Keats's ' St. Agnes' Eve.' " He was sitting up on the sand, with his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. None of them spoke for a time ; and he, looking seaward, said, idly, in a low voice, — " ' St. Agnes'...

...Silent O'Moyle ; ' we feel it as in Keats' ' St. Agnes' Eve."' He was sitting up on the sand, with his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. None of themspoke for a time ; and he, looking seaward, said, idly, in a low voice — " ' St. Agnes'...

...Silent O'Moyle ' ; we feel it as in Keats's < St. Agnes' Eve.'" He was sitting up on the sand, with his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. None of them spoke for a time ; and he, looking seaward, said, idly, in a low voice, — " « St. Agnes'...

....Silent O'Moyle ;' wo fuel it as in Keats's 'St. Agnes' Eve.'" He was sitting up on the sand, with his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. Xone of them spoke for a time ; and he, looking seaward, said, idly, 'in a low voice — " ' St. Agnes'...

...' Silent O'Moyle ;' we feel it as in Keats's 'St. Agnes' Eve.'" He was sitting up on the sand, with his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. None of them spoke for a time ; and he, looking seaward, said, idly, in a low voice — " ' St. Agnes'...

...type of womanhood." Mr. Hawkehurst put his book in his pocket, and abandoned himself to meditation, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands, unconscious of the trundling hoops and screaming children. " She is better and fairer than the fairest...

...type of womanhood." Mr. Hawkehurst put his book in his pocket, and abandoned himself to meditation, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands, unconscious of the trundling ' O hoops and screaming children. " She is better and fairer than the...

...was very bad ; — almost anything would be better than this. He was sitting now over the fire, with his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. She had gone round the room so as to faco him, and was now standing almost over him, but still she...