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I was in the hall at his back. "Shut the door, Orba," he cried. I shut him out, and ran to a window in the little drawing-room, which commanded the door. Never had I seen him look as now his pale face pale no longer, but flushed with anger. Neither, indeed, until that moment had I ever seen the natural look of anger, the expression of pure anger.
But the crowning point of the work was the construction of animals, to the end that everywhere there should be creatures capable of cognition, Ne regio foret ulla suis animalibus orba. Our sagacious author believes that the air and even the purest aether have their denizens as well as the water and the earth.
"On my father's estate of Rubworth in Gloucestershire, I believe" answered John. "You must be prepared for the worst, you know!" "I am prepared. As Orba told me once, God is my father, whoever my mother may be!" "That's right. Hold by that!" said my uncles, as with one breath. "Do you know the year you were born?" asked uncle Edmund. "My mother says I was born in 1820."
One thing I am determined upon: my mother shall not cross my threshold but at my wife's invitation; and I shall never ask my wife to invite her. She is too dangerous. "We had another altercation about Miss Miles, an hour or two before I first saw Orba. They were far from worthy feelings that possessed me up to the moment when I caught sight of her over the wall.
"When she sees it can serve no purpose, she will hardly risk reprisals." "She will certainly not risk them when she finds we have said good-bye." "But how would that serve me, little one? What! would you heap on your uncle's conscience, already overburdened, the misery of keeping two lovely lovers apart? I will tell you what I have resolved upon. I will have no more secrets from you, Orba.
"Thrax puer, astricto glacie dum ludit in Hebro, Frigore concretas pondere rupit aquas. Quumque imae partes rapido traherentur ab amne, Abscidit, heu! tenerum lubrica testa caput. Orba quod inventum mater dum conderet urna, 'Hoc peperi flammis, cetera, dixit, 'aquis." This is evidently a study from the Greek, probably from an Alexandrine writer.
I think of them wandering in the clear quiet of the ruins of Rome, among the tombs of Egypt or the temples of Athens, of their coming to Mainington and its strange happiness, to Orba and the wonder of its white and slender tower. . . . But who can tell of the fullness and pleasure of life, who can number all our new cities in the world? cities made by the loving hands of men for living men, cities men weep to enter, so fair they are, so gracious and so kind. . . .
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