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Updated: June 17, 2025
"It is not too late," he declared, with a sudden ring in his voice; "she loves you." Norman shook his head. "She hates me; I deserve it." "In her heart she adores you," said Keith, in a tone of conviction. Norman turned away with a half-bitter laugh. "You don't know." "I do know, and you will know it, too. How long shall you be here?" "I shall spend the night here," said Norman.
"You can stay," said the young man quietly; "but as I've got my provisions and ammunition here, and haven't any other place to go to just now, I suppose we'll have to share it together." She glanced at him under her eyelids, and a half-bitter, half-contemptuous smile passed across her face. "All right, old man," she said, holding out her hand, "it's a go.
At this moment, as before, a hawk had crossed her vision, so now a raven sailed by, black as coal, uttering a hoarse croak. "Quoth the raven " murmured Carley, with a half-bitter laugh, as she turned away shuddering in spite of an effort of self-control. "Maybe he meant this wonderful and terrible West is never for such as I.... Come, let us go."
The letter in his hand crackled under his clenched fist. He stared at it in a half-blind, half-bitter way. The call of the Gray Seal to arms! Another coup, with its incident danger and peril, that she had planned for him to execute! He could have laughed aloud at the inhuman mockery of it.
Truly, the bread of exile is not less distasteful to my palate than to yours, but, in the society afforded by this house, it loses some of its bitterness, and when the dear melodies of Hellas, so perfectly sung, fall on my ear, my native land rises before me as in a vision, I see its pine and olive groves, its cold, emerald green rivers, its blue sea, the shimmer of its towns, its snowy mountain-tops and marble temples, and a half-sweet, half-bitter tear steals down my cheek as the music ceases, and I awake to remember that I am in Egypt, in this monotonous, hot, eccentric country, which, the gods be praised, I am soon about to quit.
And so different, instinctively, is the way in which a man will tell his story to a woman, from that in which he tells it to a man, that the same half-ironic, half-bitter narrative which had repelled Tatham, attracted Lydia. Her sympathy rose at once to meet it. He was an orphan, and till now lonely and unsuccessful; tormented, too, by unsatisfied ideals and ambitions.
From where he stood he could view its whole extent, and as he beheld its complete desolation he smiled, a faint, half-bitter smile. He thought of the words in the ancient book of "Esdras:" "And the Angel bade me enter a waste field, and the field was barren and dry save of herbs, and the name of the field was Ardath.
"I never thought," said Joan slowly, "I never thought you'd be carin' to tell me things. I know so awful little." "It wasn't your modesty, Joan. It was simply because you haven't given me a thought since I dragged you in here on my sled. I've been nothing" under the careless, half-bitter manner, he was weighing his words and their probable effect "nothing, for all these weeks, but a provider."
He would build a church if people asked him, and hardly know, when it was finished, whether he meant it for Jews or Gentiles." Vixen sat in her corner and said nothing. It amused her rather with a half-bitter sense of amusement to hear them talk about Roderick. He had quite gone out of her life. It interested her to know what people thought of him in his new world.
The half-sad, half-bitter mouth smiled faintly, the smile accentuating that upward curve at the corners of the lips which lent such an unexpected sweetness to its stern lines. Diana looked away quickly, refusing to endorse the Rector's invitation, and, escaping to her own room, she made a hasty toilet, slipping into a simple little black gown open at the throat.
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