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Tilly's big bosom rose and fell in a sigh. "What's a lark never is." Jinny giggled, agreeably scandalized: "What things you do say, Till! Don't let ma 'ear you, that's all." "Ma be blowed! 'Ow does this look now, Polly?" And across the wax-cloth Tilly pushed a copybook, in which she had laboriously inscribed a prim maxim the requisite number of times.
I will be a severe critic, I promise you." It took Nejdanov a long time before he consented, but he gave in at last and began reading aloud out of his copybook. Mariana sat close to him and gazed into his face as he read. She had been right; she turned out to be a very severe critic. Very few of the verses pleased her.
This is the fatal condition of his love: apparently a characteristic of amorous dukes. We read them in the signs extended to us. The minds of these august and solitary men have not yet been sounded; they are too distant. Standing upon their lofty pinnacles, they are as legible to the rabble below as a line of cuneiform writing in a page of old copybook roundhand.
And I am getting on with my writing, too. I have brought with me the copybook you were so good as to give me, and I practise every day, and though it is so, so hard, I shall do it well at last, I believe, if I keep on trying. Edith looked at the copybook. The copies had been set by herself, and such progress as the girl had made was in the way of grotesque facsimile of her mistress's hand.
'An hour of London is more than a month of Rockquay, or a year of Silverfold, cried Gillian. 'Dear old Silverfold, said Mysie; 'when shall we go back? 'By the bye, said Harry, 'how about the great things that were to be done for mother? 'Primrose is all right, said Mysie. 'The dear little thing has written a nice copybook, and hemmed a whole set of handkerchiefs for papa.
For he knew of late this certainty had established itself in him, influencing all he did that faithful labour, backed by steady thinking, must reach ten thousand wavering characters, merge with awakening tendencies in them, and slip thence into definite daily action. Action was thought materialised. He helped the world. A copybook maxim thus became a weapon of tempered steel.
How often she had sighed over the straight little serge frocks which she and Nancy always wore, and secretly longed for brighter colours and more flowing lines, and now this ugly dark bonnet had come to make things worse. It would make her feel like a blot in a fair white copybook, to walk about in it when the beautiful clean snow covered the earth.
And there was Stevenson, prototype of a vast band of accomplished writers of to-day, the hollow image of a great writer, a man who, having laboriously taught himself to write after the best copybook models, found that he had nothing to say and duly said it at length. It was a state of things highly pleasing to the mob.
He devoured every one that came into his hands as a man famishing from hunger devours a crust of bread. He read and re-read it until he had made the contents his own. "From everything he read," says Miss Tarbell, "he made long extracts, with his turkey-buzzard pen and brier-root ink. When he had no paper he would write on a board, and thus preserve his selections until he secured a copybook.
'Two heads are better thad wud, said the invalid sententiously, burying his features in the jug once more. 'Too many cooks spoil the broth, I replied. If the conversation was to consist of copybook maxims, I could match him as long as he pleased. He did not keep up the intellectual level of the discussion.
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