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Geli's bell, and from behind the red curtains of a public-house some one trolled out a compatriot of Burns, again! 'The saut tear blin's my e'e. Next morning there was sun and a flapping wind. From the street corners of Maybole I could catch breezy glimpses of green fields.
She went over to the closet, with her arms stretched out. She went in, where Aunt Blin's clothes were hanging. She grasped the old, worn dress, that was almost warm with the wearing. She hid her face against the sleeve, curved with the shape of the arm that had bent to its tasks in it. "Tell me, Aunt Blin! You can see clear, where you are. Is there any good any right in it?
They would make the creature welcome, and make much of him; and not expect it to be considered at all." Bel concluded the arrangement. She thought it would be a comfort to know that Aunt Blin's little place was not all broken up, but that somebody was happy there; that Bartholomew had his old corner of the rug, and his airings on the sunny window-sill; and Miss Smalley Mrs.
The leaf had got turned between Leicester Place and Pilgrim Street. I suppose you knew it would as well as I. Bel Bree had met Dorothy first in silk-and-button errands for her Aunt Blin's "finishings," at the thread-store where Dot tended. At last, growing intimate, Dorothy had introduced Bel to the Chapel Bible class, and thence brought her into Desire's especial little club at her own house.
Bentley, "I have brought home a gentleman for supper." "Yassah, Misteh Ho'ace. I was jest agwine to open up de blin's." He lifted the wire screens and flung back the shutters, beamed on the rector as he relieved him of his hat, and noiselessly retired.
"Why do they go off so far away in that new life, out of which they might help us?" She did not know how close the angels were. She listened outside for them, when they were whispering already at her heart. We need to go in; not to reach painfully up, and away, after that world in which we also, though blindly, dwell. On the table lay Aunt Blin's great Bible; beside it her glasses.
"Man, jock, they've got a new ile for training and rubbin' up the fitballers noo. It's whit they ca' herbuline, and it keeps out the cauld and warms ye unca' much; but the smell's sae strong that it nearly blin's ye."
I daursay it wad hae blin' 't him. I hae heard that ower muckle licht'll ca fowk blin' whiles. What think ye, lassie?" "Ay; the lichtnin' blin's fowk whiles. And gin I luik straucht at the sun, I can see nothing efter't for a whilie." "I tell ye sae!" exclaimed Tibbie triumphantly. "And do ye min' the veesion that the apostle John saw in Pawtmos?
"To think you would have ate that little bird!" Aunt Blin's ideal Bartholomew was no more. She might give the creature cheese, but she could not give him "confidence." Bel and the bird illustrated something finer, higher, sweeter to her now. Before, there had only been Bartholomew; he had had to stand for everything; there was a good deal, to be sure, in that.
Then she drew down the painted shades, and shut the sky phantom out. "Mr. Hewland will come and tell us," she said. "We must work." She heated water and got a bath for Aunt Blin's feet. She put a cool, wet bandage on her head. She mixed some mustard and spread a cloth and laid it to her chest. Miss Bree breathed easier; but the bandage upon her head dried as though the flame had touched it.
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