 They were engaged in evening prayer. My child — my dear lost child — now grown tall and graceful, was kneeling at a chair : her long golden hair falling in clusters over her slender, folded hands. Esther was also kneeling with her face towards me....  XX Stories - Page 31edited by - 1895 - 273 pagesFull view - About this book
 | English fiction - 1858 - 684 pages
...church bell struck nine, and every stroke sounded like a knell upon my beating heart. I watched — O how intensely I watched ! — grasping the window-sill...in all that supplicating group think of the poor, wrecked, convict outcast? God alone knows. The curtain closed, and shut out my Lost Home from my dimmed... | |
 | John Hollingshead - London (England) - 1860 - 332 pages
...he tries to mould little Margaret after his own heart. I fear they are not happy. Your good lady ia less reserved before me as I am blind, and I feel...his voice faintly muttering the words of prayer. Did any one in all that supplicating group think of the poor, wrecked, convict outcast? God alone knows.... | |
 | John Hollingshead - 1874 - 428 pages
...firmly, ' I have only one more request to make of you before I leave the country again for ever. i Keep my secret, and let me for one minute see Esther...his voice faintly muttering the words of prayer. Did any one in all that supplicating group think of the poor, wrecked, convict outcast ? God alone knows.... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1875 - 452 pages
...pale, statue-like face that I had cherished in my dreams, and that had nestled on my shoulder in tho days gone by. He who now stood in my place as the...his voice faintly muttering the words of prayer. Did any one in all that supplicating group think of the poor, wrecked, convict outcast? Heaven alono knows.... | |
 | Gleanings - 1882 - 548 pages
...cherished in my dreams, and that had nestled on my shoulder in the days gone by. He who now »loud in my place as the guardian of my lost home was kneeling...his voice faintly muttering the words of prayer. Did any one in all that supplicating group think of the poor, wrecked convict outcast ] Heaven alone knows.... | |
 | English literature - 1887 - 428 pages
...Esther was also kneeling, with her face towards me. It looked more aged and careworn than I exacted to see it, but it was still the old pale, statue-like...his voice faintly muttering the words of prayer. Did any one in all that supplicating group think of the poor, wrecked convict outcast ? Heaven alone knows.... | |
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