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But plunging into the fountain filled with blood sounded far more important and effectual if it were only practicable. As the sinners came out of this flood he thought they must look as Clytie did in her scarlet flannel petticoat the night he was taken with croup and she came running with the Magnetic Ointment even redder!
I don't mind betting that by the time we get to Malta, you'll have fallen in love with the Mediterranean, and won't want to leave the vessel and will be begging me to take you on to Alexandria!" "And leave the others to go to Sicily? No, thanks!" laughed Lilias. The Casa Bianca On the following morning the passengers of the Clytie woke to find themselves steaming into the port of Tangiers.
When she returned to the dining-room, Clytie had already retired to her room, and Mrs. Morpher, overruling M'liss's desire to sit up until the master returned, bade her follow that correct example. "There's Clytie, now, gone to bed like a young lady, and do you do like her," and Mrs.
"Poor old Clytie but you see yesterday all day I felt queer very queer, and wrought up, and last night I couldn't rest, and I lay awake and excited all night and something seemed to give way when I saw you in the door. Of course it was nervousness, and I shall be all right now "
What picture more sweetly poetical than Raphael's head of himself in the Uffizi, or Giotto's Dante in the Bargello? What ideal statue surpasses in poetical power Michel Angelo's De' Medici in the San Lorenzo Chapel? What ideal head is more beautiful than the Townley Clytie of the British Museum, or the Young Augustus of the Vatican? What grander than Da Vinci's portrait of himself?
But to hear her wonder and lament and suggest, with soft, liquid inflexions, and low, sad murmurs, in tones as full of serious tenderness for the fate of the lost key as if it had been a child that had strayed from its mother, was so winning, that, had her features and figure been as delicious as her accents, if she had looked like the marble Clytie, for instance, why, all I can say is
All they knew, as I understand it, they learned from men and things close round them and from the nature in whose midst they lived. They didn't quote; they didn't range the world; they didn't go for sanction outside of themselves and their own environment." "The Greeks didn't know so much," interjected Clytie.
At need she might find the means to avoid anything like a real intimacy; and, after all, there would be a certain satisfaction in finally seeing, with her own eyes, Clytie Summers as somebody's actual wife. Last to arrive were the Joyces. Medora wore the wedding-gown that had astonished the country neighbours for ten miles around, and Abner was in the customary evening dress.
Clytie, despite her best endeavours to go in company with Bond, found herself associated with Abner, and a spirit of unchristian perversity took complete possession of her. She cast her eye about, viewing the prosperous country-side, the well-kept farms, the modest comfort symbolized in her host's equipage itself. "You're a great sufferer, Mr. Giles," she said suddenly; "aren't you?"
Clytie was delighted by this sudden showy stroke of fortune, and readily allowed Adrian's long string of hints and intimations they had come rolling in thick and fast through the advancing summer to solidify into a concrete proposal. "With this and my little investments," he said fondly, "we might rub along very decently." "I hope so," said Clytie. "Let's try." "Let's."
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