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How long it was since she had read anything for the joy of it! anything that in some shape or other was not the mere pemmican of the Suffrage Movement; dusty arguments for, or exasperating arguments against. She plunged into poetry a miscellaneous volume of modern verse and the new world of feeling in which her mind had begun to move, grew rich, and deep, and many-coloured about her.
Those lines of dusty volumes held records that Alan was forever reading, tales of wonderful voyages, of spices and gold dust and jewels brought home from the Orient, of famines in far lands broken by the coming of American grain ships, of profits reckoned in ducats and doubloons and Spanish pieces of eight.
Sherman came in from the train, hot and dusty, and her arms full of little packages. "Come on up to my room with me," she said to Mrs. Brewster, who was a frequent and familiar visitor at Locust. "Don't take her away," begged the Little Colonel, "she is entertaining us." "My turn now," laughed Mrs. Sherman.
As the train passed through the dry, dusty, and uninteresting country, which was even too poor and unhealthy for the blacks, the mind speculated upon the proposition whether the Swiss judges who decided the litigation concerning the road would have spent ten years in making a decision if they had been compelled to conduct their deliberation within sight of the railway.
We rode back to our tents by a bright moonlight, very dusty and tired, and heartily glad to breathe the cool fresh air, after the stifling ordeal we had undergone. On the following evening the elephants were again in waiting to conduct us to the Rajah. He and his relations were assembled outside the gates, mounted upon elephants, amid a vast concourse of people.
They passed Government House, turned into dusty Macleod Road, and in five or six minutes reached the Custom House, where, turning to the left for a short distance along the Napier Mole, the driver pulled up at a wooden godown, and said "Here we are again, sahib. Jenkinson sahib, all right." Smith ordered the man to wait for him, and went into the godown. Here he met with a disappointment.
'The hideous, gray, eight-legged spider! I exclaimed to myself, when I raised my arms and saw my shadow on the sunlit ground. 'The spider! I thought, when I shook the distaff to draw threads from the flax in leisure hours. 'Your image! I said, when I saw spiders hanging in dusty corners, and catching flies and gnats. All these things made me a horror to myself.
Beauty had the advantage of the fine curves of full inhalations of the air that circulated along the dusty paths between the sea and the mountains.
For, it is impossible to turn our eyes on any point of the starlit vista of human history, without being overwhelmed with a heart-breaking sense of the immense treasure of radiant human lives that has gone to its making, the innumerable dramatic careers now shrunk to a mere mention, the divinely passionate destinies, once all wild dream and dancing blood, now nought but a name huddled with a thousand such in some dusty index, seldom turned to even by the scholar, and as unknown to the world at large as the moss-grown name on some sunken headstone in a country churchyard.
I was just convalescent enough to need being cheered up when she drapped in." "And are you cheered up yet?" his mistress asked. He took off his dusty hat and scratched his head. "I ain't right certain, yet, ma'am. Soon as I know I'm consoled, I'll be round with an invite to the wedding." "That is, if you are." "If I am yes. Y'u can't most always tell when they have eyes like hers."
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