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The vitality seemed to have gone out of him, and suddenly he had become old ... senile ... shuffling. "They'm wisht times, sir!" he said, as he left the hall. Henry wrote to Roger, telling him of Ninian's death, and when he had finished the letter, he went out to post it. He could not sit still in the house ... he felt that he must move about until he was worn and exhausted. Mrs.
"But, Dwight is it nice?" from his Ina. "That depends. I like it. So'll Lulu." He leered at her. "It's company." "Oh, Dwight," said Ina. "Who?" "From Oregon," he said, toying with his suspense. "Your brother!" cried Ina. "Is he coming?" "Yes. Ninian's coming, so he says." "Ninian!" cried Ina again. She was excited, round-eyed, her moist lips parted. Dwight's brother Ninian. How long was it?
"Rum go about Ninian's uncle, isn't it?" he said, playing with the tassle of the blind. "Eh?" said Henry. "There must be something low in a man who marries a woman like that, don't you think?" "Oh, I don't know. Why should there be?" "Obvious, isn't it? I mean, there can't be much in common otherwise, can there? Unless the man's a sentimental ass.
That period covers the second, third, and fourth withdrawal of the Roman troops from the northern frontier and from Britain ; a time when British Christians might well have said they had more than enough to do at home. Ninian's work has left for us memorials such as no other part of these islands can shew.
"Hilloa, Roger!" said Ninian, sitting down at the table, and reaching for the toast. "Hilloa, Ninian!" Roger murmured, without looking up. Magnolia entered with Ninian's breakfast and placed it before him. "Anything in the Times?" Ninian said, pouring out coffee. "Usual stuff. The bacon's salt!..."
He had heard his father speak so contemptuously of English people that he was almost afraid to ask him for permission to accept Ninian's invitation. He wondered how he would explain his father's refusal to Ninian who was so kind.... But his fears were not warranted, for Mr. Quinn replied to his letter, urging him to accept the invitation. "Enjoy yourself," he wrote.
Time would fail if I were to begin to tell of the recent exploration of the cave known by immemorial tradition as Ninian's cave, and of the sculptured treasures of early Christianity found there. There is in this same territory between the walls, but nearer the northern wall, another memorial of the later British times.
She had not been afraid of anything which could harm herself, but she had believed the man's own statement that he was dying, and his suffering had been evidently intense at times. She had been saddened and awe-stricken, and she now shared Ninian's indignation at the carpenter's apparently heartless promise. How was it possible for him to bestow life where death had set its seal?
She thought of Di's girlish folly, her irritating independence "and there," Lulu thought, "just the other day I was teaching her to sew." Her mind dwelt too on Dwight's furious anger at the opening of Ninian's letter. But when all this had spent itself, what was she herself to do?
You're English! And when I look at the trees outside, I feel that they're English, too, and that they're telling me I'm English ... that somehow they're special trees, different from the trees in other countries ... that they've got something that I've got, and that I've got something they've got ... something that a French tree or a German tree hasn't got.... Oh, I know it's silly, but I can't help it ... and when I used to walk about the lanes and fields after Ninian's death ... I felt that the birds and the grass and the ferns and everything were saying 'You're English! and I wanted to say back to them, 'You're English, too!... I suppose people feel like that everywhere ... those friends of yours in Ireland must feel like that about Ireland ... and Germans, too!..."
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