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And of course I shall never go to that house again; indeed my mother talks of quitting Memphis altogether and settling in Constantinople or some other city under Christian rule. 'Then our nice, pretty house must be given up, and our dear, lovely garden be sold to the peasant folk, my mother says. It was just the same a year and a half ago with Memnon's palace.
But, my dear boy, if they are not, which I think they are, for the benefit of man, at all events they are his doom for the first transgression. `Cursed is the ground for thy sake thorns and thistles shall it bring forth to thee and by the sweat of thy brow shalt thou eat bread, was the Almighty's sentence; and it is only by labour that the husbandman can obtain his crops, and by watchfulness that the shepherd can guard his flocks.
"Did it ever occur to you, Fleda, my dear," said Mrs. Evelyn, breaking the lumps of coal with the poker, in a very leisurely satisfied kind of a way "Did it ever occur to you to rejoice that you were not born a business man? What a life " "I wonder how it compares with that of a business woman," said Fleda, laughing. "There is an uncompromising old proverb which says
As he entered the chamber, Sir David slightly raised himself on the pillow, and, with his eyes dilating into a bewildered gaze, exclaimed, 'My liege, my dear master! 'He raves, sighed Lilias, clasping Malcolm's hand in dire distress. 'No, muttered the sick man, sinking back. 'Good King Robert has been in his grave many a day; his sons, woe is me!
The smooth dark head at the desk bent lower over the water-color before her. "Don't interrupt this minute. There's a dear. I've got to catch this last streak of daylight " "But it isn't daylight," fretted Ethelwynne, "the moon's up already. And I'm so chilly! I wish you would help me make some hot chocolate." "Look at the thermometer. Ah, one more stroke of that exquisite saffron on the stem!
Coronado now came up, ignorant of Texas Smith's misadventure, and puzzled at the escape of Thurstane, but as fluent and complimentary as usual. "My dear Lieutenant! Language is below my feelings. I want to kneel down and worship you. You ought to have a statue yes, and an altar. If your humanity has not been successful, it has been all the same glorious." "Nonsense," answered Thurstane.
He was carried home and tenderly nursed, but he did not live long; yet before he died he was made to see the folly of his course, and he consented to the marriage that it had cost him so dear to try to prevent. Before she could summon heart to fix the wedding-day the girl passed many months of grief and repentance, and for the rest of her life she avoided the old mill.
"I've got to go on, dear," she whispered; "I'll try to come back to you.... See what a pretty stream this is," she added, half hysterically, "and such lots of fresh, sweet grass.... Oh, my little horse my little horse! I'm so tired so tired!"
"Well, I always thought it was because you knew I wanted a lodgin', though I confess it has puzzled me to make out why you wanted me to come to such an out-o'-the-way part o' the city; and, to tell you the truth, it is rather inconvenient, but your letter was so urgent, Miss Ruth, that I knew you must have some good reason, and as your dear father's daughter has a right to command me, I obeyed, as you know, without question."
'And we shall do so most willingly, he returned, with a sort of tacit rebuke to my selfishness, 'if we know the change is benefiting her. And then, with a change of tone, 'What a beautiful handwriting hers is, Ursula! so firm and clear, so characteristic of the writer. Does she often write you such long, interesting letters? You are much to be envied, my dear.
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