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With which he rose, stretched himself, and gave orders. "Time to turn in, boys. We're combing Old Baldy to-morrow, remember." "And Old Baldy's sure a holy terror," admitted Slim. "Come three more days and we'd ought to be through. I'm not going to grieve any when we are. This high life don't suit me too durned well," put in Benwell. "Yet when you come here first you was a right sick man, Tom.
"Or perhaps," I persisted, "you will honor me by meeting him at a simple little dinner at my lodgings?" Being a gentleman, he was of course obliged to answer this. He said, "You are very kind; I would rather not. Shall we talk of something else, Father Benwell?" We talked of something else. He was just as amiable as ever but he was not in good spirits.
The spaniel rushed into the room and leaped into his master's outstretched arms. Winterfield returned his caresses, and kisses him as tenderly as a woman might have kissed her pet. "Dear old fellow! it's a shame to have left you I won't do it again. Father Benwell, have you many friends who would be as glad to see you as this friend? I haven't one.
It is powerless to assert itself against the sordid interests of everyday life. The greatest book ever written, the finest picture ever painted, appeals in vain to minds preoccupied by selfish and secret cares. On entering Lord Loring's gallery, Father Benwell found but one person who was not looking at the pictures under false pretenses.
"I hope I have not disappointed you?" said Father Benwell. "I am only anxious," Romayne answered, "to hear what you have to say." ON their way through the streets, Father Benwell talked as persistently of the news of the day as if he had nothing else in his thoughts.
Father Benwell had lost little by not being present at the introduction of Winterfield to Stella. He had witnessed a plainer betrayal of emotion when they met unexpectedly in Lord Loring's picture gallery.
"You have spoken, Father, of a great trust that is about to be placed in me." "Yes. You are anxious, no doubt, to hear what it is?" "I am anxious to know, in the first place, if it requires me to go back to Oxford." Father Benwell dropped his young friend's hand. "Do you dislike Oxford?" he asked, observing Penrose attentively. "Bear with me, Father, if I speak too confidently.
Father Benwell stayed where he was, and waited until the lady crossed his range of view. The priest observed with cold attention her darkly-beautiful eyes and hair, her quickly-changing color, her modest grace of movement. Slowly, and in evident agitation, she advanced to the door of the picture gallery and paused, as if she was afraid to open it.
I am the ignorant victim of false remorse; and if I will only ask myself boldly what has blinded me to the true state of the case, I shall find the mischief due to that misdirected appreciation of my own importance which is nothing but egotism in disguise." "I entirely agree with you," said Father Benwell; "I have had occasion to say the same thing in the confessional." Mr.
Oh, dear, I speak carelessly; I ought to have said the place represents one of my caprices. In short. Father Benwell, Beaupark House is perfectly odious to me, and I think Clovelly the most overrated place in the world. I haven't the least reason to give, but so it is. Excessively foolish of me. It's like hysterics, I can't help it; I'm sure you will forgive me.
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