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He's away to Mass ivery mornin, an' he gets his breakfast wi' Father Bowles." The girl's look grew more hostile. "Oh, does he?" said Laura in a tone of meditation. "Well, then, look here. Put another cup and another plate on Mrs. Fountain's tray, and I'll have mine with her. Shall I come down to the kitchen for it?" "Noa," said the girl hastily. "Mrs. Denton doan't like foak i' t' kitchen."
Fountain's weakness she could not have kept still at all as the evening drew on, and the roar of the water became continuously audible even in this high room. And yet every now and then it might perhaps have been thought that she was troubled or annoyed by the sound that it prevented her from hearing something else. Mrs. Fountain did not know how to read her.
The tale was told to Nazareth's sober men, And Nazareth's matrons told it oft again; The maids retold it at the fountain's side; The youthful shepherds doubted or denied; It passed around among the listening friends, With all that fancy adds and fiction fends, Till newer marvels dimmed the young renown Of Joseph's son, who talked the Rabbis down.
Kirk ran back down the path to listen, breathless, at the edge of the pool. There came first the rustle of water through long unused channels, then the shallow splash against the empty basin. Little by little the sound became deeper and more musical, till the still morning vibrated faintly to the mellow leap and ripple of the fountain's jubilant voice. "Oh!" Kirk cried suddenly. "Oh, I'm happy!
It was not a finite tree like an elm or an oak; no, it was a banyan tree; covered an acre, and from its boughs little suckers dropped to earth, and turned to little trees, and had suckers in their turn, and "confounded the confusion." Uncle Fountain's happiness depended, pro tem, on proving that he was a sucker from the great bough of the Fontaines of Melton; and why?
"Now, Harvey," exclaimed the little woman, bending over the beautiful, still, white face resting against the crimson satin pillow, "don't insinuate there could be anything wrong with this poor child. My woman's judgment tells me she is as pure as those lilies in yonder fountain's bed."
Travellers have already filled the world with descriptions of the bold and sublime scenery from Lake Erie to Quebec: The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys, warm and low; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing to the sky. And there is scarce one of them who has not described the achievements of former and latter times on the different battle-grounds.
In a word he could evoke the soul of that wonderful wooden shell, and bid it discourse with the souls and hearts of his hearers. Meantime Lucy Fountain's face would have interested a subtle student of her sex. Her sensibility to music was great, and the feeling strains stole into her nature, and stirred the treasures of the deep to the surface.
But the doctor at Folkestone he was a Catholic I took such care about that! told me I mustn't fast. And Laura is always worrying me. But indeed I didn't want to be dispensed! not yet!" Laura said nothing; nor did Helbeck. There was a certain embarrassment in the looks of both, as though there was more in Mrs. Fountain's words than appeared.
As they probably, by this time, suspect your character to be somewhat between the Strephon and the Hermit, we shall now, in return, see something between the wood-nymph and the nun, and I shall not wonder if the extravagantly modish Miss Bell "Is now Pastora by a fountain's side."
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