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I recollected later, though I didn't seem to notice it at the time that Harry's voice seemed to grow husky, and he spoke indistinctly. He had let the horse have the reins, and his arm was on the back of my seat. I hadn't noticed it; but then then fancy my horror " "Well?" "It happened all of a sudden." Corydon stammered, her cheeks turning scarlet.
The farce was gone through of bringing Corydon to identify him not a very difficult task in the case of a one-armed man though this was the first time Corydon had ever seen Davitt.
And I may try to persuade myself all my life that I love you, Corydon, and nothing else, and want nothing else; and all the time in the depths of my heart I hear these words from my conscience "You are a fool." I love power, I love life, and seek them and strive for them, and care for nothing else and never have; and nothing else can satisfy me.
While you, therefore, oh Corydon don't be afraid, I'm not going to quote Virgil are studying Nature's book, I am deep in the musty leaves of Themis' volume, but I dare say that the great mother teaches you much better things than her artificial daughter does me.
The matter was made still more difficult by the presence of Corydon, who did not know the models, and therefore thought the poetry was good. She let the visitor go on to pour out his heart; until at last came a climax that Thyrsis had been expecting all along.
All this was a new idea to Corydon, and she resolved forthwith that she would begin her readings with the New Testament. Section 6. So it went, until Thyrsis looked up with a start, and saw that the shadows were falling. It was five o'clock, and they had not stopped to eat! Even so, they had no time to cook, but made a cold meal and talked all the time they were eating.
But in less than a week they had run upon an obstruction; there was no quiet room for them at Corydon's save her bedroom, and one evening when Thyrsis came, she made the announcement that they could no longer study there. "Why not?" he asked. "Well," explained Corydon, "they say the maid might think it wasn't nice." She had expected him to fly into a rage, but he only smiled grimly.
And Corydon would grant that he was right, and that she must submit. He must stay away all day and all night, if need be till the book was done. Not that they were always able to settle their problems in the cold light of reason. Sometimes Thyrsis, with his artist's ups and downs, would be nervous and irritable; he would manifest impatience over trifles, and this would give rise to tragedies.
Then one day there came a violent crisis between Corydon and Mary occasioned by a discussion of the effect of an excess of grease upon the digestibility of potato-starch.
Is your mind getting weak?" And then like as not Corydon would burst into tears. "Oh, I think you are a brute!" she would cry. "A perfect brute!" Or else, perhaps, she would grow angry, and they would rail at each other, exchanging recriminations. "I think I have burdens enough in my life," he would exclaim. "I've a right to some help from you."
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