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I don't know how it happened, we were talking about books at supper, and I said: "What's the use of books, one can't learn anything out of them; everything is quite different from what they say in books." Then Father got in a wax and said: "You little duffer, you can thank your stars there are books from which you can learn something. Anyone who can't understand a book always says it is no good."
So why, with women let alone anyone else, should he want to feel this spurious emotion of "love" once again? A time and a half had been more than enough. "So you're not groveling back to your wife, wounded and wanting her tender mercies.
It was for an instant only, because she withdrew her fingers. Then she caught up an apple from the dish she had brought in, and tossed it to him. "For a good boy," she said. "You have been a good boy, haven't you?" "I think so, chiefly by remembering a good girl." "That's a pretty compliment meant for me?" "Yes, meant for you. I think you understand me better than anyone else."
The way he walked into that dough-cake would have made anyone almost cry.
But are you sure of having exhausted all other ways?" This, of a truth, enlarged his gaze. "But what other ways?" "Why, you've more ways of being kind than anyone I ever knew." "Take it then," he answered, "that I'm simply putting them all together for you."
I said. "Why, in the first place," said Father Payne, "a biography ought to be written during a man's life and not after it and very few people will take the trouble to write things down day after day about anyone else, as Boswell did. If it waits till after a man's death, a hush falls on the scene everyone is pious and sentimental.
We made a curious figure, had anyone been there to see us; all in soiled sailor clothes, and all but me armed to the teeth. Silver had two guns slung about him, one before and one behind besides the great cutlass at his waist, and a pistol in each pocket of his square-tailed coat.
But I know of no reason why I should not be here alive and safe when you come back." "When I come back Listen, carino; I will leave it in your hands. You need give me no reason; only say to me, 'Stay, and I will give up this journey. There will be no injury to anyone, and I shall feel you are safer if I have you beside me."
More than once he looked up at the attic window of the cottage which had drawn his eyes before tragedy had come so swiftly to his very feet. But, if he hoped to see anyone, he was disappointed, though, in the event, it proved that his real fear was lest the person he half expected to see should look out. He was not disturbed in that way, however.
"It serves me right, after all," she thought penitently. "Father always says that we ought to take trouble to please even the most commonplace, uninteresting person, not to let ourselves be bored by anyone, however uncongenial they may be, and of course he is right. I was just fidgeting about the weather, and how we were to get home, and so I did not try to be entertaining."
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