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Updated: May 11, 2025
There had been shining in Aurora's eyes all this evening, when they rested on him, a look of great kindness, the consequence of knowing how badly life had treated him, and desiring that compensation should be made. He could not fail to feel that warm ray playing over his bleak surface. He could not but think what nice eyes Mrs. Hawthorne had.
Alas! night never gives again What once it seizes as its prey! Till over Lethe's sullen swell, Aurora's rosy hues shall glow; And arching through the midmost hell Shine forth the lovely Iris-bow! And is there naught of her; no token No pledge from that beloved hand? To tell how love remains unbroken, How far soever be the land? Has love no link, no lightest thread, The mother to the child to bind?
"Why don't you telegraph for him?" suggested Estelle, eagerly. "Oh, no, I wouldn't do that," Aurora's vehemence subsided, "it's not important enough for that."
However, Jim Done was not again called upon to do battle while he remained on Diamond Gully. The reputation he had won was a guarantee against further molestation and Aurora's open and unabashed devotion prevented any approach to serious rivalry. The girl still preserved her manner of a boon companion in the presence of Mrs.
No other civilized men could have been as blankly ignorant of world- shaking happenings as we were when we reached Stromness Whaling Station. I heard the first rumour of the 'Aurora's' misadventures in the Ross Sea from Mr. Sorlle. Our host could tell me very little.
In half an hour she knew his story since the day he left the Francis Cadman, with certain judicious reservations and emendations. Aurora's name did not appear once in the narrative. This suppression was quite instinctive?
The pirate schooner, however, though disabled, was by no means rendered harmless, as Captain Leicester soon discovered to his cost; for, as he was sailing past her to windward, at a distance of about fifty yards, to his very great surprise, her crew suddenly threw open three ports in her weather bulwarks, and the next moment three six-pounder shots came whistling through the Aurora's rigging, cutting a rope or two, but happily missing the spars and all gear connected with the canvas which was set.
But when he mentioned Clotilde's fortune as subject to the same contingency, Aurora replied: "Ah! bud Clotilde mighd gid robb'!" But for all the exuberance of Aurora's spirits, there was a cloud in her sky. Indeed, we know it is only when clouds are in the sky that we get the rosiest tints; and so it was with Aurora.
There, in fact, he was, at this very moment, entering the carriage-gate. After one mad throb of incredulous exultation, Aurora's thoughts and feelings were for a long minute limited to an intense and immobile watchfulness. He walked over the gravel with his eyes on the door under the portico. You would have thought his purpose set, and that he would not pause until he had rung the bell.
Like the victors, who, with thunder-lance, On the iron plain of glory dance, Starting from their mistress' breast, From Aurora's rosy bed upsprings God's bright sun, to roam o'er towns of kings, And to make the young world blest! Toward the hero doth this heart still strain? Drink I, eagle, still the fiery rain Of thine eye, that burneth to destroy?
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