To me it is a
rosary, and as such I should use it like a good catholic," said Esther, eyeing the handsome thing wistfully.
She arose at daybreak, in order to attend mass, and she worked without interruption until night; then, when dinner was over, the dishes cleared away and the door securely locked, she would bury the log under the ashes and fall asleep in front of the hearth with a
rosary in her hand.
Clara was making a
rosary of beads for a little figure of a Sister of Charity, who was to attend the Bunker Hill fair and lend her aid in erecting the Monument.
I know already that what he chiefly did was to pray and commend himself to God; but what am I to do for a
rosary, for I have not got one?"
Such as the beads of a
rosary told by business-like shipowners for the greater profit of the world they slip one by one into the open: while in the offing the inward-bound ships come up singly and in bunches from under the sea horizon closing the mouth of the river between Orfordness and North Foreland.
At his belt hung a long open-work iron pencase and a wooden
rosary such as holy men wear.
Here I take this great basket, so; here I tie my
rosary around the handle, thus; and here I slip the
rosary over my head and sling the basket upon my back, in this wise." And Little John did according to his words, the basket hanging down behind him like a peddler's pack; then, giving his staff to one of the maids, and taking a basket upon either arm, he turned his face toward Tuxford Town and stepped forth merrily, a laughing maid on either side, and one walking ahead, carrying the staff.
The nervous expressive fingers, flashing in and out of the light, might well have been mistaken for the fingers of the devotee going swiftly through decade after decade of his
rosary.
He did not say a word all morning, but sat with his
rosary in his hands, praying, now silently, now aloud.
Anne, who was counting her days like silver beads on a
rosary, could not now take the long walk to the lighthouse or up the Glen road.
It was not until he turned his back upon the jail, and glanced along the empty streets, so lifeless and quiet in the bright morning, that he felt the weight upon his heart; that he knew he was tortured by anxiety for those he had left at home; and that home itself was but another bead in the long
rosary of his regrets.
``If Brian de Bois-Guilbert gain the prize,'' said the Prior, `` I will gage my
rosary that I name the Sovereign of Love and Beauty.''