Word: clasps
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...stepped forward to pen the life of the wizard. Of course, there are the columns of the press and they have done fairly well, but hurried reporters are not able to do justice to this subject. The spirit of the dead Horatio and the spirit of the living Michael clasp hands, regretfully, almost tearfully. Boswell without Johnson, Johnson without Boswell: fate was kind to Mr. Alger, and is kinder to Mr. Meehan; but it left a vulnerable spot, and for both the times are out of joint...
...baffled by the thoughtful bearded face of Tagore, the horselike countenance of the Duchess of Marlborough, the several gay and wayward studies of Peggy Jean (Mr. Epstein's child). When they looked across the room at No. 21, they wondered what wild emotion caused the bronze woman to clasp her hands and open her mouth in so inane a fashion. Some of the sharper babbits decided that she was laughing at the companion works of Sculptor Epstein; then they looked at their catalogs and saw, "No. 21: Weeping Woman." They turned to the bronze face again. Slowly there crept...
...constantly being chosen to leave home. When he goes, the three remaining brothers are in the station, on the dock or at the flying field. They wave goodbye, and, when the absent one returns, he finds them once more at the field, dock, or station, pre-.pared to clasp his hand. All four are sons of the King and Emperor George V; and neither storm nor snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these brothers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds...
Aftermath. The national sorrow exceeded all ordinary bounds. Black flags were unfurled spontaneously everywhere. King Alexander came and stood as though dazed at the bedside of his dead counselor. Tears streamed from His Majesty's eyes. When he finally left the room he returned a moment later to clasp the dead statesman's hand...
...that I love and that love me! They love me for myself, not because I am a Queen. In your cities, everywhere that I went, to Seattle and Chicago and all of the little places that I can't even remember, they broke through the police lines to clasp my hand and tell me of their affection. It is them that I love and to them that I shall someday return. ... I cannot look into the future, and enough unto the day is the joy or the sorrow thereof...