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Though the hunger of Colin's three companions was not half satisfied, they all refused to finish the remainder of his supper, hoping that he might soon find his appetite, and eat it himself. The pleasure they had enjoyed in eating the small allowance given them rendered it difficult for them to account for the conduct of their companion. His abstemiousness caused them uneasiness, even alarm.
Then refreshments were sent for, and the two men sat down for a long mutual confidence. Colin's life had not been uneventful. He told it frankly, without reserve and without pride. When he quarrelled with his father about entering Parliament, he left Rome at once, and went to Canada. He had some idea of joining his lot with his own people there.
With the ivy behind her, the sunlight drifting through the trees and dappling her long blue cloak, and her nice fresh face smiling across the greenery she was rather like a softly colored illustration in one of Colin's books. She had wonderful affectionate eyes which seemed to take everything in all of them, even Ben Weatherstaff and the "creatures" and every flower that was in bloom.
He took her into the gallery and showed her. "It's that door over there at the end." "What a long way off," she said. "Why? You're not afraid, are you?" "Dear me, no. Could anybody be afraid here?" "Poor Colin's pretty jumpy still. That's why I have to be near him." "I see." "You won't mind having him with us, will you?" "I shall love having him. Always. I hope he won't mind me."
Jerrold knew that she was not a brave woman like Anne or Colin's wife, Queenie; it was out of her love for him that she had drawn the courage that made her face, night after night, the horror of her torment alone. If he had wanted proof, what better proof could he have than that?
He got to enjoy the hot, scented atmosphere and rare blossoms of the conservatory, and it became a daily delight to him to sit an hour in Colin's studio and watch the progress of some favorite picture. But above all his life was made rich by his grandson. Nature, as she often does, reproduced in the second generation what she had totally omitted in the first.
Are you so weak as that, poor Colin? but th' trouble is that sometimes they can scarce keep from burstin' out laughin'. When we get safe into the garden they laugh till they've no breath left to laugh with. An' they have to stuff their faces into Mester Colin's cushions to keep the gardeners from hearin', if any of 'em's about." "Th' more they laugh th' better for 'em!" said Mrs.
Terence and Harry understood Colin's meaning; and now, for the first time, comprehended the reason why they had been bound. It was to prevent them from interfering with Golah's plans for the disposal of his two victims.
"In Cuba?" She nodded. "Then it was in Cuba that you met Mr. Camber?" She nodded again, watching me intently. "It is strange that a Virginian should settle in Surrey." "Yes?" she murmured, "you think so? But really it is not strange at all. Colin's people are so proud, so proud. Do you know what they are like, those Virginians? Oh! I hate them." "You hate them?"
Thus in June Colin mourns for other days: Closely following upon this stanza we have Colin's lament, 'The God of shepheards, Tityrus, is dead, containing the lines: We have here a specifie inversion of the 'pathetic fallacy. The moods of nature are no longer represented as varying in sympathy with the passions of man, but are deliberately used to heighten an effect by contrast.
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