...bottom of a flight of Stone steps which ascended from the floor of the vault, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. On hearing Lenigan's voice, he started up, as if from a reverie, and uncovering the lanthorn which...

...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 ;' 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'...

...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'...

...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...

...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...

...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...