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We know something of the universe, a very little, and, strangely enough, we know most of what is farthest from us. We have weighed the planets and analyzed the flames of the sun and stars. We predict their movements as if they were machines we ourselves had made and regulated. We know a good deal about the earth on which we live.
Aram was looking at them strangely, and the fingers folded in his lap were twisting in and out. "This Shakespeare Debating Club," said the editor, "where are its rooms, Mr. Aram?" "It has no rooms, now," answered the poet. "It has disbanded. It never had any regular rooms; we just met about and read." "I see exactly," said the editor.
She was tall and slight, and strangely picturesque with her large vague eyes and loosened hair. She looked like a clairvoyante, and was wrapped in rich furs. 'What do you think of that face? he said; 'is it truthful? I examined it carefully. It seemed to me the face of some one who had a secret, but whether that secret was good or evil I could not say.
Oh, how they angered the old governor! "Humph!" said the old governor at last, "I 'm glad I 'm done with them. There are no more, I suppose." When the secretary made no reply the old governor was surprised. He wheeled in his chair and searchingly regarded the secretary over his spectacles. He saw that the secretary was strangely embarrassed.
A brown, hard, glowing Dike, strangely tall and handsome and older, too. Older. All this Ben saw in less than one electric second. Then he had the boy's two shoulders in his hands, and Dike was saying, "Hello, Pop." Of the roomful, Dike and old Ben were the only quiet ones. The others were taking up the explanation and going over it again and again, and marveling, and asking questions.
Thyrza had let herself sink upon a chair, and her face, which had indeed been strangely colourless, was for a moment touched with pain. But she laughed. 'It's only with exciting myself so, Lyddy. I haven't stood or sat still a minute since I got up. Oh, I'm as well as ever I was, better than ever I was in my life. Don't I look happy? I only wanted you; that was the only thing.
Etta, as romantic as the next young girl, was only the more fascinated by the now thrillingly mysterious stranger so pretty, so sweet, with such beautiful manners and strangely outcast no doubt from some family of "high folks." "You'll be sure to come? You won't disappoint me?" Susan kissed Etta. Etta embraced Susan, her cheeks flushed, her eyes brilliant.
He found it strangely tragic that he had loved her so madly and now loved her not at all. Sometimes he hated her. She was incapable of learning, and the experience of life had taught her nothing. She was as unmannerly as she had always been. It revolted Philip to hear the insolence with which she treated the hard-worked servant at the boarding-house. Presently he considered his own plans.
It was not the voice of my father nor of my mother, yet it was certainly the voice of some one I knew and loved, yet was unable to identify. The night was strangely calm, and so startling was this mysterious message that instinctively I leaped out of my hammock again, went outside and called out several times, but, of course, nothing happened.
He had the relief of sinking, as it were, into the deep waters of pure peace on this new planet. In this realisation every look at the child's face, every movement she made, every tone of her voice, aided. Did she know that she soothed him? Did she intend to try to soothe? When they were together she gave him a feeling that she was strangely near and soft and warm. He had felt it on the moor.
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