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"We saw him," said Jenny, "about two miles down the coast, sitting not fifty yards from the sea, and he, of course, saw us; but he had no glasses and could not recognize me, as we were more than half a mile from shore. Then Giuseppe suggested landing and so approaching him. The thing was to let me reach him, if possible.
The penitent did not know how to begin, so waited for an opportunity, and presently it came. "Shall you be glad to get home, Jenny?" she asked in her most caressing tone, as she hung her prettiest locket round her friend's neck; for during this illness all formality and coolness had melted away, and "Miss Bassett" was "Jenny dear" now.
Indeed, I shall seldom or never so indulge him, unless in such instances as this, where nothing but the inspiration with which we writers are gifted, can possibly enable any one to make the discovery. Mrs Deborah is introduced into the parish with a simile. A short account of Jenny Jones, with the difficulties and discouragements which may attend young women in the pursuit of learning.
She had no opportunity of seeing Jenny again that week, for she was kept busy from morning till night, running here and there, first after eggs, then after water, next for potatoes, and then after wood. And still Miss Grundy told her fifty times a day that "she didn't half pay her way, to say nothing about the young one." "Bolt at once," said Sal.
Riah at once from his service, to the great satisfaction of the old man, who then got his few goods together in a black bag, closed the shutters, pulled down the office blind, and issued forth upon the steps. There, while Miss Jenny held the bag, the old man locked the house door, and handed the key over to the messenger who had brought the note of dismissal.
Once I loved him, but he killed my love himself. I could not have been bad like that, Jenny! mother! Arthur! believe me! believe me!" In this supreme moment of her anguish and shame she forgot all else. She stretched forth her hands, panting. "Believe me! It is true! Try to understand! Some one is coming! Say one word before it is too late!" "I understand," he whispered, "and I believe."
It was a mystery over which the girls did not puzzle, because they were themselves in the habit of sitting for long periods without speech. Pa's broodings were as customary to them as the absorbed contemplativeness of a baby. "Give him his pipe," as Jenny said; "and he'll be quiet for hours till it goes out. Then there's a fuss! My word, what a racket! Talk about a fire alarm!"
And at the end of the back kitchen there stood a pump; and going to it I placed my hands beneath the spout, and said, 'Pump, Jenny, and Jenny incontinently, without laying down the towel, pumped with one hand, and I washed and cooled my heated hands.
But the charm lay not in any POINT, but rather in the inspired vitality, the hearty, genuine outpouring of the whole the real and yet truly ideal humanity of all her singing. That is what has won the world to Jenny Lind; it is that her whole soul and being goes out in her song, and that her voice becomes the impersonation of that song's soul if it have any, that is, if it BE a song.
She had not escaped Isabel's charm, but there was "something," something a little alarming about her, a little like that wicked wall-paper. Jenny divulged this criticism over supper when her mother was out of ear-shot. "How very clever of her!" exclaimed Isabel. "She said the same of Dvorak's music," said Jenny. "Good again," said Isabel. "How clever of her! Don't you feel how right she is?
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