Keep the house quiet, let her sleep, and when she wakes, give her..."
Presently, as Jo's sobs quieted, he said hopefully, "I don't think she will die.
It was a quiet autumn afternoon when I stopped at the solitary station, and set forth alone on foot by the well-remembered road.
I turned aside, and there below me in the glen was the lonesome grey church, the porch where I had waited for the coming of the woman in white, the hills encircling the quiet burial-ground, the brook bubbling cold over its stony bed.
In sleep, upon the march, night or day, he never knew when that
quiet noose would slip about his neck and nearly choke the life out of him.
For the rest, she had never murmured or complained; but with a quiet mind, and manner quite unaltered--save that she every day became more earnest and more grateful to them--faded like the light upon a summer's evening.
He begged hard to see her, saying that he would be very quiet, and that they need not fear his being alarmed, for he had sat alone by his young brother all day long when he was dead, and had felt glad to be so near him.
So the night wore on in agitation till the chill dawn and the growing light brought the tremulous
quiet that comes on the brink of despair.
The first and last word was "yammerschooner." When, entering some quiet little cove, we have looked round and thought to pass a quiet night, the odious word "yammerschooner" has shrilly sounded from some gloomy nook, and then the little signal-smoke has curled up to spread the news far and wide.
Matthews, with his usual quiet fortitude (remarkable in a man apparently possessing little energy of character), determined to stay with the Fuegians, who evinced no alarm for themselves; and so we left them to pass their first awful night.
In the mean time Blanche remained portentously
quiet in the upper regions of the house; while Lady Lundie steadily pursued her inquiries down stairs.
Its rosy face smiled kindly down, As the friendless worm drew near; And its low voice, softly whispering, said "Poor thing, thou art welcome here; Close at my side, in the soft green moss, Thou wilt find a
quiet bed, Where thou canst softly sleep till Spring, With my leaves above thee spread.
