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Certainly this affair of his marriage with Miss Brooke touched him more nearly than it did any one of the persons who have hitherto shown their disapproval of it, and in the present stage of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the disappointment of the amiable Sir James. For in truth, as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer, Mr.
I quite agree with you that you've got to look at the thing in a family light: but public spirit, now. We're all one family, you know it's all one cupboard. Such a thing as a vote, now: why, it may help to make men's fortunes at the Cape there's no knowing what may be the effect of a vote," Mr. Brooke ended, with a sense of being a little out at sea, though finding it still enjoyable. But Mr.
"Seems rum, sir, don't it, sir? makes believe as that's the best way, when all the time the wussest looking is the safest." Just then, after a glance round, Mr Brooke uttered another warning to the men to be ready, and settled himself down to the tiller. "Sit fast, all of you; the hurricane may be down upon us at any moment now."
They had become quite confidential with each other on some matters. But on this heavy subject of Mr. Gibson and his proposal of marriage not a word had been said. When Brooke once mentioned Mr. Gibson on the Thursday morning, Dorothy within a minute had taken an opportunity of escaping from the room. But circumstances did give him an opportunity of speaking to Mr. Gibson.
Dick Darvall was a grave, tall, dark, and handsome man of about five-and-twenty, with a huge black beard, as fine a seaman as one could wish to see standing at a ship's helm, but he limped when he left his post and went forward. "How's the leg to-day, Darvall!" asked young Brooke, as the man passed. "Better, sir, thankee." "That's well. I'll change the dressing in half-an-hour.
Brooke recommended the climate of Santa Barbara. High up on the Montecito hills I found a villa beside the gateway of one of the deep canons that furrow the mountain side, and day after day I lay in a chair on the sunny terrace, with a continually recurring amazement at the brilliancy of my surroundings.
"Well," said Brooke, "but apart from the great question of one another which is just now fixing us on the rack, or on the wheel, or pressing us to any other kind of torment, and considering the great subject of mirthfulness merely in the abstract, do you not see how true it is that it is and must be the salt of life, that it preserves all living men from sourness, and decay, and moral death?
In the course of that day Charlie Brooke left his mother to take a stroll, and naturally turned in the direction of the sea. When half-way through the lane with the high banks on either side he encountered May. "What a pleasant pretty girl she has become!" was his thought as she drew near. "Nobler and handsomer than ever!" was hers as he approached.
Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty, except, indeed, in a religious sort of way, as for a clergyman of some distinction. However, since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr.
But at last she slept, and in her dreams Brooke was sitting with her in Niddon Park with his arm tight clasped round her waist. She slept so soundly, that when a step crept silently into her room, and when a light was held for awhile over her face, neither the step nor the light awakened her.
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