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"The crags are lone on Coniston And Glaramara's dell; And dreary on the mighty one, The cloud-enwreathed Sea-fell...." "There is a thrill of strange delight That passes quivering o'er me, When blue hills rise upon the sight, Like summer clouds before me." Judge, then, of the delight with which he turned over the pages of a new book, given him this birthday by the kind Mr.
It is some miles distant from the foot of the mountain, snugly sheltered in one of the loveliest valleys between Coniston and Torver. No one knows when the first stones of this house were laid. The Sandals were in Sandal-Side when the white-handed, waxen-faced Edward was building Westminster Abbey, and William the Norman was laying plans for the crown of England.
"You must, Bob," she answered, in a voice so low that it was almost a whisper; "you must give me up." "I would not," he said, "I would not if the words were written on all the rocks of Coniston Mountain. I love you." "Hush," she said gently. "I have to say some things to you. They will be very hard to say, but you must listen to them."
"I love him better than anybody in the world. Certainly no one ever had better reason to care for a person. My father failed when he came to Coniston he was not meant for business, and Uncle Jethro took care of him all his life, and paid his debts. And he has taken care of me and given me everything that a girl could wish.
Why, there was times when I clean forgot he was President of the United States. The boys won't believe it when we git back at Coniston." And Ephraim, full of his subject, began to recount from the beginning the marvellous affair, occasionally appealing to Cynthia for confirmation.
She had every reason to hope that she would be as happy as a companion, in love without hope of a return, could be under any circumstances. Madame Frabelle and Edith were sitting side by side in Edith's boudoir. Madame Frabelle was knitting. Edith was looking at a book. It was a thin little volume of essays, bound by Miss Coniston. 'What is the meaning of this design? Edith said.
That isn't so is it?" Jethro did not speak. Presently Cynthia laid her hand over his. "Mrs. Cuthbert is a spiteful woman," she said. "I know the reason why people obey you it's because you're so great. And Daddy used to tell me so." A tremor shook Jethro's frame and the hand on which hers rested, and all the way down the mountain valleys to Coniston village he did not speak again.
One who has taken her place among the luminaries of literature of her time." For has she not written those beautiful lines which we all know by heart? 'Ah, Coniston! Thy lordly form I see Before mine eyes in exile drear. "Mr. Well might Brampton be proud, too, of Gamaliel Ives, president of its literary club, who could make such a speech as this on such short notice.
They're not at all in style, and yet they give you quite an air of distinction. I wish I could live in Coniston for a year, anyway, and write a book about you. My brother and Bob Worthington went out there one night and serenaded you, didn't they?" "Yes," said Cynthia, that peculiar flash coming into her eyes again, "and I think it was very foolish of them."
All the world was greyer and dimmer in a moment, as it were, and Coniston Lake in its distant valley disappeared beneath a veil of mist, while the shimmering sea-line upon the verge of the horizon melted and vanished among the clouds that overhung it. The weather changes very quickly in this part of the world.
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