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His wife inquired what difference Miss Fountain's correspondence would or could make to her host's luncheon. "Because she won't eat any," said the doctor, with a sigh, "and I find it infectious." Mrs. Friedland laid down her newspaper. "There is no doubt she is worried about Mrs. Fountain." "E tutti quanti" said the doctor, humming a tune.
His interest in rational topics seemed, "like a fountain's sickening pulse," to flag and ebb away; and though Miss Smedley's ostensible purpose was to take Selina for her usual walk, I can vouch for it that Selina spent her morning ratting, along with the keeper's boy and me; while, if Miss Smedley walked with any one, it would appear to have been with Uncle George.
He writes about Pan and the nymphs, but we do not feel that they were shapes of earth and air to him, as they were to Shelley; rather they seem like figures copied out of his friends' pictures. Consider, for example, the picture of a nymph who appeared to Endymion: It was a nymph uprising to the breast In the fountain's pebbly margin, and she stood 'Mong lilies, like the youngest of her brood.
They go beyond recapture and recall, Lost in the all-indissoluble All: Gone like the rainbow from the fountain's foam, Gone like the spindrift shuddering down the squall, Flakes of the water, on the waters cease! Soul of the body, melt and sleep like these. Atoms to atoms weariness to rest Ashes to ashes hopes and fears to peace!
"Ye dart upon the deep, and straight is heard A wilder roar; and men grow pale, and pray: Ye fling its waters round you, as a bird Flings o'er his shivering plumes the fountain's spray. See! to the breaking mast the sailor clings! Ye scoop the ocean to its briny springs, And take the mountain billows on your wings, And pile the wreck of navies round the bay." Bryant's Winds.
But the wood fire on the hearth sent out a soft glow, which fastened on the few points of brilliance in the darkness on the ivory of the fretted ceiling, on the dazzling dress of the Romney, on the gold of Miss Fountain's hair. "I trust the pony behaved himself this morning?" he said, as he sat down. Laura answered politely. "And you found your way without difficulty?" "Oh, yes!
How is a poor fellow to make out such craft as these, that can signal one another a whole page with a flash of the eye? Ah!" "There, David, he is going. Was I right?" Mr. Talboys was, in fact, taking leave of Miss Fountain. The old gentleman convoyed his friend. As the door closed on them Miss Fountain's face seemed to catch fire.
Near them was a tall fountain the water of which was playing weird music on great bells of glass, some of which hung in the fountain's stream and others rose and fell, giving forth strange, submerged tones in the foaming basin. "It is a new invention recently placed here by the king's son who is a musical genius," explained Tradmos. "You will be astonished at some of his inventions."
"Yes, I must go. I think so I hope so!" She checked herself. "But I'll wrap up." "Mrs. Fountain's nobbut sadly, I unnerstan?" "She's rather better again. But I must go to-morrow. Daffady, Cousin Elizabeth won't forget to bring up the letters?" "I niver knew her du sich a thing as thattens," said Daffady, with caution. "And do you happen to know whether Mr. Bayley is coming to supper?"
"And our dear Squire does nothing to try and change Miss Fountain's mind towards the Church?" he asked, looking vaguely round the corner all the time. Nothing so Augustina declared. "I say to him 'Alan, give her some books. Why, they always give people books to read!
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