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She was taunted and censured for incapacity in that to which she was not admitted; "her mother made ten cheeses a week, and flung them in her face," she said. On the other hand, Mrs. Bree said "Bel hadn't got a mite of snap to her." One might say that, perhaps, of an electric battery, if the wrong poles were opposed. Mrs. Bree had not found out where the "snap" lay in Bel's character.
You may say Jerusalem is not taken yet, after all; there are plenty of "hard places," where girls like Kate Sencerbox and Bel Bree would not stay a week; there are hundreds of women, heads of houses, who would not be bothered with so much superfluous intelligence, with refinements so nearly on a level with their own. Granted: but it is the first steps that cost.
In what was Bel Bree different, really, from women who wore such robes as that, with whom he had danced and chatted in drawing-rooms? Only in being a thousand times fresher and prettier. After that, he began to make reasons for speaking to them.
I thought I could have trusted you! Was you a murderer in your heart all the time? Go away! I've no con fidence in you! No co-on fidence in you, Bartholomew Bree!" It is impossible to write or print the words so as to suggest their grieved abandonment of faith, their depth of loving condemnation. If Bartholomew had been a human being! But he was not; he was only a great gray cat.
Desire Ledwith went over to Leicester Place with Bel Bree, when she returned there for the first needful sorting and packing and removing. Bel could not go alone, to risk any meeting; to put herself, voluntarily and unprotected in the way again. Miss Ledwith took a carriage and called for her. In that manner they could bring away nearly all. What remained could be sent for.
The leaf had got turned between Leicester Place and Pilgrim Street. I suppose you knew it would as well as I. Bel Bree had met Dorothy first in silk-and-button errands for her Aunt Blin's "finishings," at the thread-store where Dot tended. At last, growing intimate, Dorothy had introduced Bel to the Chapel Bible class, and thence brought her into Desire's especial little club at her own house.
He stopped, and divided his handful. "Here, Miss Bree, you would like a piece of the country, I imagine, this morning! I couldn't have come in without it." The voice rang blithe and bright into the room where Bel sat, basting machine work; the eyes went after the voice. The light from the east window was full upon the shining hair, the young, unworn outlines, the fresh, pure color of the skin.
Their metre betrays them, as well as their words; in both they are continually wandering, unconsciously to themselves, into the elegiac except when on one subject, whereon the muse of Scotia still warbles at first hand, and from the depths of her heart namely, alas! the barley bree: and yet never, even on this beloved theme, has she risen again to the height of Burns's bacchanalian songs.
Every soul wants some one to come to; it is easy to pass from the experience of human sympathy to the thought of the Divine; without it the Divine has never been revealed. One bright night in this October, Dot Ingraham waited, letting her sister walk on with Frank Sunderline, who had called for them, and asking Bel Bree to stop a minute and go with her.
Bree describes the Scarabaeus horticola as "exceedingly destructive in gardens. In the same garden my attention was also called to the ravages committed by this depredator on the apples, by gnawing holes in the young fruit; which consequently dies and falls of, or at least becomes much blemished.
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