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Mana Kanaka stroked her hair, and said in a gentle voice: "But, dear child, your father is old, and must leave you soon. It is a great honour for his little girl to be chosen by the king for his bride. Do not be afraid, but look at him and see how handsome he is and how kind he looks."
She knew that he was alluding to the vision of the sand-diviner, and said so. "Did you believe at the time that what he said would come true?" she asked. "How could I? Am I a child?" He spoke with gentle irony, but she felt he was playing with her. "Cannot a man believe such things?" He did not answer her, but said: "My fate has come to pass. Do you not care to know what it is?"
The prayers he had uttered ere he fell asleep, the history of the creation of the world, which he could never hear sufficiently often, because it showed so clearly the gradual development of everything on earth and in heaven until man came to possess and enjoy all, the story of Abraham and Isaac, of Jacob, Esau, and his own ancestor, Joseph how gladly he had listened to these tales as they fell from the lips of the gentle woman who had given him life, and from those of his nurse, and his grandfather Elishama.
When he was younger, he had noticed this incongruity between his gentle mother and her wretched surroundings; and now he sometimes wished he could be insensible to it, it made him so unhappy.
The stranger stood close. "You could have my hoss if you could ride him," said he. His voice was singularly unhurried and gentle. "But you'd drop out of the saddle in ten minutes. Who's after you?" A voice shouted far off beyond the wood; another voice answered, nearer, and the whole soul of Gregg turned to the stallion.
"Yes, in the right side." "Exactly so. You had a gentle, light, and skilful hand." "Ah, sir, I did not expect to find you here." "But what were you looking for?" "The house." "Then you do not know it?" "How should I? They brought me here with my eyes bandaged." "Then you really came here?" "Either to this house or the next." "Then I did not dream?" "Dream?"
Janet saw poor departed Susan in a belated halo of romance, and Janet was in the mood to be deeply touched. She no longer saw Susan old, helpless, and ugly, full of small meannesses and sour criticism: she saw her only as the young girl, little older than herself, for whom long ago William Henry had always a smile, and a gentle nickname.
Then Betty rose quietly, and after giving thanks on her knees that the gentle spirit had passed through all unscathed, untainted with even the perception of evil, she applied herself to the adaptation of one of her morning caps to her poor shorn lamb's head.
The changes in his time are generally called the beginning of the Reformation. The little son of Henry VIII. and Jane Seymour of course reigned after him as Edward VI. He was a quiet, gentle boy exceedingly fond of learning and study, and there were great expectations of him; but, as he was only nine years old, the affairs of state were managed by his council.
But the voice began again; and he could hear it quite plainly, even with his head under the bed-clothes. It was a still more gentle voice now, although six times as large and loud as it had been, and he thought it sounded a little like his mother's. "What is your name, little boy?" it asked. "Diamond," answered Diamond, under the bed-clothes. "What a funny name!"
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