United States or Maldives ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


In the same way, two years ago, he had stared at the early chapters of "The Stone House," on that morning before he had gone to propose to Clare. Now there flashed through his mind the wonderful things that he intended "Mortimer Stant" to be. At the back of his mind he had, perhaps, Maradick for his figure, but that was almost unconscious.

Charlotte Stant, at such an hour, in a shabby four-wheeler and a waterproof, Charlotte Stant turning up for him at the very climax of his special inner vision, was an apparition charged with a congruity at which he stared almost as if it had been a violence.

Ubi tempestas et caeli mobilis humor. `They are carried up to the heavens, and down again to the deep. `Gurgitibus miris et lactis vertice torrens. `Their soul melteth away because of their troubles. `Stant pavidi. Omnibus ignoiae mortis timor, omnibus hostem. `They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man."

She had looked at him a minute; then, at the sound of a voice in the corridor, they had got up. "Why not? You're splendid!" Charlotte Stant, the next minute, was with them, ushered in as she had alighted from her cab, and prepared for not finding Mrs. Assingham alone this would have been to be noticed by the butler's answer, on the stairs, to a question put to him.

Dear friends, think of us sometimes, and let us hope to meet again in happier days." "At Trompyngtoun, nat fer fra Cantebrigg, Ther goth a brook, and over that a brigge, Upon the whiche brook then stant a melle; And this is verray sothe that I you telle." Chaucer, The Reeve's Tale. There is little which admits of external record in Julian's life at this period of his university career.

I woult die in peace if I coult see him once more my darling son! Bot Got will not haf it so. Then she cried, and I coult no longer stant it. 'Darling Mamma! I say, 'I am your son, I am your Karl! and she fell into my arms." Karl Ivanitch covered his eyes, and his lips were quivering.

As it had served him to satisfy himself, so to speak, both about Amerigo and about the Bernadino Luini he had happened to come to knowledge of at the time he was consenting to the announcement of his daughter's betrothal, so it served him at present to satisfy himself about Charlotte Stant and an extraordinary set of oriental tiles of which he had lately got wind, to which a provoking legend was attached, and as to which he had made out, contentedly, that further news was to be obtained from a certain Mr.

But it was, strangely, as a cluster of possessions of his own that these things, in Charlotte Stant, now affected him; items in a full list, items recognised, each of them, as if, for the long interval, they had been "stored" wrapped up, numbered, put away in a cabinet. While she faced Mrs.

But Peter was now in a fever that saw an enemy round every corner. The English News Supplement only gave him a line: "'Mortimer Stant. A new novel by the author of 'Reuben Hallard, depicting agreeably enough the amorous adventures of a stockbroker of middle-age." To this had all his fine dreams, his moments of exultation, his fevered inspiration come!

"For another young woman very much of her age, and whose relation to her has always been so different from what our marrying would make it. For another companion," said Charlotte Stant. "Can't a man be, all his life then," he almost fiercely asked, "anything but a father?" But he went on before she could answer.