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When the reconstruction of Conrad's Norman choir began, the Gothic style was just beginning to appear an incipient tendency towards a pointed arch here and there which grew into what is called the Transitional Period; and to this style in between the Romanesque semicircular arch, with its accompanying massiveness, and the first style of Gothic known as Early English, distinguished by the pointed arch, detached pillars decorating the triforium and clerestory, and elaborate mouldings and capitals the choir belongs.
"I was afraid I'd spend the money foolishly, so I went right off and bought this ring. I can sell it for what I gave any time." Conrad's cupidity was greatly excited by this remarkable luck of Fred's. "That seems an easy way of making money," he said. "Do you think I could try it?" "Anybody can do it if he's got the money to plank down for a margin." "I don't think I quite understand."
Youth, A Narrative, and Two Other Tales , contains one of Conrad's strongest stories, The End of the Tether. This is a tender story of an old sea captain, who for the sake of a cherished daughter holds his post against terrific odds, including blindness and disgrace. Typhoon is an almost unrivaled account of a ship's fight against mad hurricanes and raging seas.
But when he reached the boathouse he saw floating at the small pier an elegant rowboat, built of cedar, and much handsomer than either Conrad's or Valentine's. "Oh, what a beauty!" he exclaimed. "Yes," said Mr. Gale, quietly; "you will have quite the best boat on the pond." "I?" exclaimed Andy, in surprise. "Yes, for the boat is yours." "But I don't understand," stammered Andy.
In the moment there was a wild burst of joyous laughter, a pair of round young arms were flung about Conrad's neck and a sweet voice cried: "There, Conrad mine, thy kind words kill me the farce shall go no further! Look up, and laugh with us 'twas all a jest!"
He drew up a chair, and the girl turned away to the door. "Wait a sec," cried Tommy. "There are lots of things I want to ask you, Annette. What are you doing in this house? Don't tell me you're Conrad's niece, or daughter, or anything, because I can't believe it." "I do the SERVICE, monsieur. I am not related to anybody." "I see," said Tommy. "You know what I asked you just now.
Fulkerson had not had so long to do with the advertising side of human nature without developing a vein of cynicism, of no great depth, perhaps, but broad, and underlying his whole point of view; he made light of Beaton's solemnity, as he made light of Conrad's humanity.
Further meditations induced in him the feeling that it would be extremely pleasant to bring something down with a whack on Conrad's egg-shaped head. Tommy stroked his own head tenderly, and gave himself up to the pleasures of imagination. Finally a bright idea flashed across his brain. Why not convert imagination into reality? Conrad was undoubtedly the tenant of the house.
"Now, Conrad, here," said the old man, with a sort of pathetic rancor, "would rather have the glory alone. I believe he don't even care much for your kind of glory, either, Mr. Fulkerson." Fulkerson ran his little eyes curiously over Conrad's face and then March's, as if searching for a trace there of something gone before which would enable him to reach Dryfoos's whole meaning.
And such speech was good to my ears and to my uncle Conrad's; but the best of all was that already, by the end of a week or two, Ann seemed likely to supplant me wholly in the love my aunt had erewhile shown to me; Ann thenceforth was diligent in waiting on the sick lady, and such loving duty won her more and more of my uncle's love, who found his weakly, suffering wife much on his hands, and that in the plainest sense of the words, since, whenever he might be at home, she would allow no other creature to lift her from one spot to another.
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