...strong emotion ? " For thirty years the western breeze had not fanned his blood. He had seen no sun nor moon in all that time, nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through the lattice. He was sitting on the ground, upon a bundle of straw in the corner...

...feverish : in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood — he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time — nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice ; — his children ! But here my heart began to bleed, and I was...

...pale and feverish. In thirty years the western breeze had not fanned his blood. He had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time ; nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice. — His children — but here my heart began to bleed, and I...

...pale and feverish ; in 30 years the western breese had not once fanned his blood ; he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time, nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattire — his children — But here my heart began to bleed, and I was...

...and feverish ; in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned bis blood ; he had seen no sun, above the ordinary English tribunals of the country wher kinsman breathed through his lattice ; his children — but here my heart began to bleed, and I was...

...and feverish ; in thirty vcars the western breeze had not once fanned his blood ; he had seen no sun, Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all kinsman breathed through his lattice; hie children — but here my heart ln'iMii to bleed, and I was...

...and feverish. In thirty years, the western breeze had not once fanned his blood; he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time; nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice. His children but here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced...

...feverish: in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood,— he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time — nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice. His children! — But here my heart began to bleed — and I...

...fev'erish : in thir'ty years/ the western breeze/ had not once fan'ned his blo'od — he had seen no s'un, no moon, in all that ti'me — no'r/ had the voice of frie'nd or ki'nsman/ breathed through his lattice. His chi'ldren — But here my heart began to bleed — and...

...twilight of his grated door to take his picture. had not once fanned his blood — he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time — nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed tbrough his lattice. His children But here my heart began to bleed — and I was forced...