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Sylvie, agitated by the events of the day and her own indecision of mind, was not asleep; she heard the owl. "Ah, bird of ill-omen!" she thought. "Why, Pierrette is getting up! What is she after?" Hearing the attic window open softly, Sylvie rushed to her own window and heard the rustle of paper against her blinds.
"Good heavens! my friend," laughed Lescande, "and that suffices you for happiness?" "That and the principles of 'eighty-nine," replied Camors, lighting a fresh cigar from the old one. Here their dialogue was broken by the fresh voice of a woman calling from the blinds of the balcony "Is that you, Theodore?"
You go on with what you call your sewin'." "Go ahead, Hepsey. You can do anything you like," he replied, beaming upon her. Mrs. Burke opened the blinds and windows, shook up the pillows on the lounge, straightened the furniture, dusted off the chairs and opened the door to the porch.
Her Sun-day, her one warm, shining day, opened all in a glow. She danced down stairs at ten o'clock in the new hat, in a haze of merry colors. She had got breakfast and milked one cow and dressed four boys that morning, and she felt as if she had earned the right to dance in a haze of anything. The sunlight quivered in through the blinds.
Regretting his momentary excitement, he drew from his pocket his dirty white and red cotton handkerchief, and dipping it in a glass of water, he applied it to his cheeks and temples, while he approached the window, to look through the half-open blinds at the traveller who had just arrived. The projection of a portico, over the door at which the carriage had stopped, intercepted Rodin's view.
The sun had been up for many hours, and the great dome of air was warmed through and glittering with thin gold threads of sunlight, before any one moved in the hotel. White and massive it stood in the early light, half asleep with its blinds down.
Glittering wastes of ice dazzle him and snow blinds him, with terror and not with beauty as from below. The opaline mists are gone, and he sees with dreadful clearness the path which lies immediately ahead. Beyond, there is emptiness, vast as the desert. At the timber line, he pauses, and, for the first time, looks back. Ah, how fair the valley lies below him!
"Do you mind if I pull down the Venetian blinds? That will keep some of the sun out." "The blinds are all broken," said Mrs. Howland. "I have spoken to that woman Ross till I am tired, but she never will see to my wishes in any way." "I can't imagine why we stay here, mother." "Oh! don't begin your grumbles now," said Mrs. Howland. "I have news for you when tea is over."
In the twilight, the fragile figure, pale, thin, dressed in white, would have lent interest even to a stranger. To the doctor, I suppose, it was only a "case." He pushed the blinds aside and stepped in, strong, big, masterful. "You are much better," he said; "you will very soon be able to walk about. Only be careful for a few days.
So the conscience of a true Christian works as Paul's did when he said 'Of whom I am chief, and is more disposed to make its own motes into beams than to censure its brother's. The reason, so far as there is a reason, can only lie in our diseased selfishness, which is the source of all sin. And the blindness to our 'beams' is partly produced by their very presence. All sin blinds conscience.
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