Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 20, 2025
Still, if you saw what a hole it was, past patching, I fear!" "Look round," said Mr. Fielden, benevolently. "How we grieved for them both; how wroth we were with William, how sad for Susan! And now see them; they will be the better man and wife for their trial." "Has Susan then consented? I was almost afraid she never would consent.
Finding this was all he could effect, the young man at last suffered him to leave the house, and Fielden hastened to take counsel of Dalibard; that wily persuader soon reasoned away Mr. Fielden's last faint objection. It now only remained to procure Susan's assent to the interview, and to arrange that it should be undisturbed. Mr. Fielden should take out the children the next morning.
Fielden took his children a walk to Primrose Hill, and called, as was agreed, on Mainwaring by the way. The carriage had scarcely rattled fifty yards through the street when Dalibard fixed his eyes with deep and solemn commiseration on Lucretia. Hitherto, with masterly art, he had kept aloof from direct explanations with his pupil; he knew that she would distrust no one like himself.
Fielden, with the shrewd instinct of her sex; and then she added, in the spirit of a prudent sympathy equally characteristic: "But I think you say Mr. Parchmount persuaded her to allow half to be settled on herself. That will be a hold on him." "A bad hold, if that be all, Sarah. There is a better, he is a learned man and a scholar. Scholars are naturally domestic, and make good husbands."
Fielden, on this subject I have no more to say." In vain the good clergyman, whose very conscience, as well as reason, was shocked by the deliberate and argumentative manner with which the baronet had treated the abandonment of his sister's child as an absolutely moral, almost religious, duty, in vain he exerted himself to repel such sophisms and put the matter in its true light.
The face of the Genius was calm and soft; and only by the lowering of the hand do you see that the torch burns out, and that the image too serene for earthly love is the genius of loving Death. Fielden.
And he woke, with his hair standing on end, and beard below, in the rising sun, the merry song of the poor canary, trill-lill-lill, trill-trill-lill-lill-la! Did he feel glad that his cruel hand had been stayed? It is a year since the November day on which Lucretia Clavering quitted the roof of Mr. Fielden.
Fielden was awed and startled; and before she could recover even breath, Lucretia had quitted her side and taken her post at the fatal door. She lifted the corner of the curtain from the glass panel, and looked in. Mainwaring was seated at a little distance from Susan, whose face was turned from her. Mainwaring's countenance was in full view.
The face of the Genius was calm and soft; and only by the lowering of the hand do you see that the torch burns out, and that the image too serene for earthly love is the genius of loving Death. Fielden.
Fielden rushed in, and giving vent to her agitation in loud sobs, as she threw her arms round Susan, who was still kneeling on the floor, brought something of grotesque to the more tragic and fearful character of the scene. "My uncle was right; there is neither courage nor honour in the low-born! He, the schemer, too, is right. All hollow, all false!"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking