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"Sinks deepest," said Austin, "but whether he learns good or evil from it is the question at stake." Adrian stretched his length at ease. "This will be his first nibble at experience, old Time's fruit, hateful to the palate of youth! for which season only hath it any nourishment! Experience! You know Coleridge's capital simile? Mournful you call it? Well! all wisdom is mournful.
And the youth seemed to answer to it; he was excited. Was his love, then, beginning to correspond with his father's as in those intimate days before the Blossoming Season? But when Richard, inarticulate at first in his haste, cried out, "My dear, dear father! You are safe! I feared You are better, sir? Thank God!" Sir Austin stood away from him. "Safe?" he said. "What has alarmed you?"
But ere many weeks elapsed, it was forced upon her in a very painful way, and she could no longer ignore the feeling which stole over her from time to time that not only was the boundary between the two worlds a very narrow one, but that her poor Austin would not be long before he crossed it altogether. For there was no doubt that he was beginning to fade.
There followed an exhibition of equine delight; the mare's lips twitched, her nose wrinkled ludicrously, she stretched her neck and tossed her head as the sweetness tickled her palate. Even the nervous switching of her tail was eloquent of pleasure. Meanwhile the owner showed his white teeth in a smile. "Good morning," said Mrs. Austin.
Austin and desired him to preach again, and then the word of God so inflamed him, that incontinent, as soon as the sermon was ended, the king fell down to the feet of St.
Morton C. Hunter, who had done good service in the Army of the Tennessee, as Colonel of an Indiana regiment, and afterwards commanded a brigade in Sherman's Atlanta campaign, now entered from the Bloomington district. Austin Blair, who had won great praise as Governor of Michigan during the war, now entered as representative from the Jackson district.
He did not check me, for he knew full well the value of this outlet of feeling, to one situated as I was, physically as well as mentally. "I would offer to take Mabel," he added, after a time, "were I not solemnly convinced that it would be better for you both that she should stay here. Mrs. Austin seems necessary to her very existence; and that old woman is your vampire, I verily believe."
A few seconds, and the heavy boom of the cannon came across the water and died away on the shore. The sails were instantly altered, and the steam got up, so as to get as near the coast as possible. Presently, through the glass, they saw a boat lowered. "Lady Helena will not be able to come," said Tom Austin. "It is too rough." "Nor John Mangles," added McNabbs; "he cannot leave the ship."
"Hello, Miz Austin!" he saluted her with a poor assumption of breeziness. "I was fixin' some harness, but I'm right glad to see you." Alaire regarded him quizzically. "What made you hide?" she asked. "Hide? Who, me?" "I saw you dodge in here like a gopher." Blaze confessed. "I reckon I've got the willies. Every woman I see looks like that dam' dressmaker." "Paloma was telling me about you.
"He has promised me an interview, and in that interview I feel assured he will obey your wishes, whatever they are." Roland made no answer. "Pride, pride, pride still!" murmured the old soldier. "The name, the name, well, that is much; but the living soul! I wish Austin were here." "I have sent for him, sir." Roland pressed my hand, and was again silent.
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