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I should say decidedly no definite idea." "Or Mr. Henshaw?" "Whatever Mr. Henshaw's ideas may be he keeps them to himself." Miss Morriston checked the remark she had seemed about to make, and for a few minutes there was an awkward silence. Gifford broke it. "I am so sorry that I have been unable to get any hint of his intentions. Believe me, it has not been for want of trying.
Percival's favorite topics, when evening came and we rested from our stony labors, were the modern languages and the philosophy of universal grammar. They seemed to have filled the niches in his heart, from which he had banished, or tried to banish, the Muses.
As the uninhabited sand banks on which we were encamped were much infested with mosquitos, and seemed unfit for a settlement, Cortes sent Francisco de Montejo with two small ships, to examine the coast in search of a port in a better situation for a colony.
Every one at the table seemed to be talking at the same time to every one else. Then Cross's voice rose above the others. He rose to his feet to ensure attention. "Bishop," he said, "there is one point in what Mr.
All other intrusive noises died away; the organ was hushed; the fussy janitor was nowhere in sight; the outside clamour of the city seemed dwindling to the faintest, most distant vibration; the whole world was suddenly removed, while the great moment in the lives of the Man and the Woman began.
And everywhere, everywhere, there was the wonderful pristine air, the virginal air, that seemed to penetrate beyond the senses, and to reach the imagination, a voice whispering untranslatable messages, waking mystic surmises of things unknown but somehow kindred.
The old man seemed partially satisfied, and, as he rode away, he twisted himself half way round in the saddle to say: "Now, Fernando, if ye meet Sukey's crowd, I want ye to remember to shoot easy." "I will not harm Sukey, if I can help it," Fernando answered. Next morning, he bade his parents farewell and, with his clothes tied up in a little bundle, set out on his way to the town.
It was that horrid, insidious infidelity, which had already worked in your mind and heart with terrible energy. Far worse, I say, because this was sapping the very foundations of faith, on which all true godliness, all real religion, must rest. 'Nothing seemed left to which I could appeal. We had, I found, no common ground.
In order to avert such a catastrophe, he assumed an air of the most perfect ease and indifference to the boast, and asked him with a bland smile if he would have another slice of venison. The hunter seemed to be disconcerted by the question, but, being a hungry man and a ravenous eater, he accepted the offer and began to eat the slice in moody silence.
He smiled a little at the seeming paradox smiled a little wistfully. He was beaten by the game he had won. How strange it was that sense of more than resignation now a sense that seemed like one of thankfulness a sense that bade him fling wide his arms as though suddenly they had been loosed from bondage and he was free, free as the God-given air around him.
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