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Then I lopped the thick-leaved olive's crest, cutting the stem high up above the roots, neatly and skillfully smoothed with my axe the sides, and to the line I kept all true to shape my post, and with an auger I bored it all along. Starting with this, I fashioned me the bed till it was finished, and I inlaid it well with gold, with silver, and with ivory.
What marvel was it if this knowledge sometimes moved her with strange sensations; most of all, while, beholding the reserved exterior which he bore in society, she remembered the times when she had seen him goaded into terrible emotion, or softened to the weakness of a child. At Olive's mechanical affirmative, Lyle Derwent brightened up amazingly.
Ambrose Eveleth, Rector of Saint Bartholomew's, Olive's father, was one of a class numerous in the Anglican Church, a cultivated man, with pure tastes, with simple habits, a good reader, a neat writer, a safe thinker, with a snug and well-fenced mental pasturage, which his sermons kept cropped moderately close without any exhausting demand upon the soil.
"We are not school children; we read about Pia dei Tolomei years ago at the Scuola Normale, but we do not consider her an amusing subject of conversation now." The rose in Olive's cheeks deepened. "I shall soon learn to know your likes and dislikes," she said, "and to understand your manners." "I hope so," answered Gemma as she left the room.
Suddenly, however, something happened about which she could not be in the least uncertain. Above Olive's room was a chamber appropriated to the use of bachelor visitors, and from the window of this room now burst upon the night a wild, unearthly chant. It was a song with words but without music, and the voice in which it was shot out into the darkness was harsh, was shrill, was insolently blatant.
Now what puzzled her was the girls. Way down in Olive's heart, was a longing, choked and starved, that was beginning to assert itself.
She talked of a score of "flirtations" at quadrille parties showed her friend half-a-dozen complimentary billets-doux which she had received, and all with the greatest unconcern. By degrees this indifference vanished under the influence of Olive's more earnest nature; and at last, when they were sitting together one night, listening to the fierce howling of the wind, a little secret came out.
"To think of Olive's stealing any girl's lover! She, who will probably never have one in all her life poor thing!" "Of course not; nobody would fall in love with her! But there is a waltz, I must run away. Will you come?" "Presently when I have looked in the other room for Olive?" "Olive is here," said a timid voice. "Oh, Sara, forgive me if I have done wrong; but I can't keep anything from you.
It was in the same jocose spirit with which he regarded Olive's view of the sort of standard a Mississippian should live up to that he talked to Verena about the lecture she was preparing for her great exhibition at the Music Hall. He learned from her that she was to take the field in the manner of Mrs. Farrinder, for a winter campaign, carrying with her a tremendous big gun.
When one remembers all the terrible things he must have seen, though, it is very hard to find fault with him." They turned into the Square and paused before Olive's turning. "You're coming down with me, Ralph, and you too, Geraldine?" she invited. Conyers shook his head regretfully. "I'm due at the Admiralty at four to receive my final instructions," he said. "I must move along at once."
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