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I'm tired." The motions of Aurora's fingers were suspended among the strands of her hair. She fell into a muse. "Seeing Tom" she came out of it again, and went on braiding "has brought back, along with some things I never want to forget, such a lot of things I don't want to think of!" "I suppose it would." "His sisters, for instance.
Gerald, regarding Aurora's hands as they lay in her lap innocent-looking, loyal-looking, rather large hands, which during his illness he had liked to think were Madonna hands, but when seen in health they were not, really was amazed to remember the day when their making passes over his face had filled him with perverse repugnance.
He saw himself as the intimate old friend who comes to call right after the funeral, and by his presence console a little, and brighten, the bereaved. Aurora's red eyes smote him at once. Aurora was still in tearful mood. The sense not only of her dear friend going, but going with a secret weight on his heart that it had been in her power to prevent, made her own heart miserably heavy, too.
I think with you that "'Aurora Leigh' overflows with well-considered thought;" and I think all literature does not contain such a sweet baby, so dewy, so soft, so tender, so fresh. Mr. Hawthorne read me the book in Southport, but I have read it now again, sitting in our loggia, with Aurora's tower full in view. . . .
Happily for his digestion of Thursday, the cook, warned by Jonathan, kept the old gentleman's time, not the Aurora's: and the dinner was correct; the dinner was eaten in peace; he began to address his plate vigorously, poured out his Madeira, and chuckled, as the familiar ideas engendered by good wine were revived in him. Jonathan reported at the bar that the old gentleman was all right again.
The New is ever becoming old; the old ever changing into New. And if we ask why each waxes or wanes just when it does and as it does, there is, in the last analysis, no better answer than Aurora's explanation for chancing on the poets Because the time was ripe.
There followed the sharp click of a lock, the opening of the door and the sound of Aurora's voice: "Tell him to come up." Octavius started upstairs.
Great ladies, I knew, sometimes fall in love with their lackeys, and one evening my hopes were raised to the highest pitch; for Aurora's maid then whispered to me that somebody would like to talk to me alone at midnight in the garden. Full of wild impatience, I arrived at the spot two hours before the time. Oh, those two hours! They seemed two eternities.
She uttered an inaudible exclamation, drew the weeper firmly into her bosom, and with streaming eyes and choking voice, but yet with majesty, whispered, laying her hand on Aurora's head: "Never mind, my child; never mind; never mind." And Honoré's sister, when she was presently introduced, kissed Aurora and murmured: "The good God bless thee! It is He who has brought us together."
When Burton returned in two hours' time, Done said nothing about Aurora's visit, but Mike did not fail to mark his mate's demeanour, which was unusually thoughtful. 'Not feelin' too bright, old man? asked Mike 'Nonsense, Mike; I'm all right. 'Thought p'r'aps those rib-benders o' Quigley's were pullin' you up. 'Not a bit of it. I haven't a thought to spare for Quigley.
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