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He knew that Ruth and he were not romantic characters, but every-day people with a tendency to quarrel and demand and be slack. He knew that even if the rose dream came true, there would be drab spots in it. And now that she was away, with Lenox and polo to absorb her, could the gauche, ignorant Carl Ericson, that he privately knew himself to be, retain her interest?
Even Hamilton was never quite certain whether Nature had meant Ericson for a dreamer, and Ericson and Fortune co-operating had hammered him into a worker, or whether Nature had moulded him for a worker, and his own tastes for contemplation and for reading and for rest had softened him down into a dreamer.
'What is that? asked Ericson, not sorry to be persuaded that there might after all be some merit in the productions painfully despised of himself. 'Jist this: it's only whan ye dinna want to fa' asleep 'at it luiks fearsome to ye.
"Still, he's no better than Aaron Solomons, and he isn't half so great a flier as that chap with the same surname as your own, Hawk Ericson, whom I myself saw coming up the Jersey coast when he won that big race to New York.... You see, I've been following this aviation pretty closely." Carl saw Ruth's head drop an inch, and her eyes close to a slit as she inspected him with sudden surprise.
He had him often to his house. Ericson frequently accompanied him; and as there was a good deal of original similarity between the doctor and Ericson, the latter soon felt his obligation no longer a burden. Shargar likewise, though more occasionally, made one of the party, and soon began, in his new circumstances, to develop the manners of a gentleman.
Even in that moment he could feel for Helena's father. 'I never knew until now, he said quietly, 'that your daughter cared about me in any way but the beaten way of friendship. I have been in love with Helena this long time these months and months. 'Oh! This interrupting exclamation came from Helena. It was simply an inarticulate cry of joy and triumph. Ericson looked tenderly down upon her.
Or it is like the effort to get some servant far down beneath you who has gone to sleep to rouse up and obey your call and attend to his duty. You ring and ring and no answer comes, until at last, when you have all but given up hope, the summons tells upon the sleeper's ear and he wakes up and gives you his answer. So it was with Ericson.
'No no I am afraid we can't do that just yet, Ericson replied; 'we shall all have to give our evidence to tell what each of us knows. Our American friends will not grudge remaining a little time longer with us in order to help us to explain to our police authorities what this whole thing is, and how it came about. 'Delighted delighted I am sure to stay here under any conditions, Mr.
But then the old lady had opened her mouth and spoken. And I firmly believe, though little sign of tenderness passed between them, it was with an elder sister's feeling for Letty's admiration of the 'lan'less laird, that she said as follows: 'Dinna ye think, Mr. Ericson, it wad be but fair to come to us neist time?
Ye hae nae richt to lauch at honest wark, whether it be yer ain or ony ither body's. The poem noo 'Don't call it a poem, interrupted Ericson. 'It's not worthy of the name. 'I will ca' 't a poem, persisted Robert; 'for it's a poem to me, whatever it may be to you. An' hoo I ken 'at it's a poem is jist this: it opens my een like music to something I never saw afore.
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