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Updated: May 22, 2025
"It is another reason for working," he said. And even as he said it she saw the writing-table, the poor room, his stern, determined face and busy hand, and herself seated in her own chair, with a half-read novel on her lap, staring at the grey future of mediocrity and mean struggling that loomed like a leaden figure above his bent head.
A new-comer, however well mannered and well dressed, is not very welcome under these circumstances. In the same way, our tables are full of books half-read and books we feel that we must read. And here come in two thick volumes, with uncut leaves, in small type, with many pages, and many lines to a page, a book that must be read and ought to be read at once.
"At least," glancing at the half-read letter on the cloth "this tells me so. His solicitor's, I suppose. Though what Wynter could want with a solicitor Poor old fellow! He was often very good to me in the old days. I don't believe I should have done even as much as I have done, without him.... It must be fully ten years since he threw up his work here and went to Australia! ... ten years.
A new-comer, however well mannered and well dressed, is not very welcome under these circumstances. In the same way, our tables are full of books half-read and books we feel that we must read. And here come in two thick volumes, with uncut leaves, in small type, with many pages, and many lines to a page, a book that must be read and ought to be read at once.
"And as soon as he's clear of the Army, he finds he's got money to burn," chuckled Caldegard. "No wonder it's six months before he pays a visit to his respectable big brother." Amaryllis gathered up her half-read letters, and walked absent-mindedly to the open french-window. "Oh well," continued her father, "I'm afraid there aren't many sensations left for your rolling stone."
"At least," glancing at the half-read letter on the cloth "this tells me so. His solicitor's, I suppose. Though what Wynter could want with a solicitor Poor old fellow! He was often very good to me in the old days. I don't believe I should have done even as much as I have done, without him... It must be fully ten years since he threw up his work here and went to Australia!... ten years.
Yet we learned to welcome these convulsions of Chaos and Old Night, as blindly bearing us onward towards our destined goal. But enough of this. Let me tell in briefest words how the spell was broken, partially broken. During those months of passionate exaltation, letters from friends once dear to me had been thrown aside half-read, and wholly valueless.
The worst of it is that they are clever, they write well, they talk well, and they interest the women who are really normal, who only half-read, only half-analyze, and only get a part of the idea! These normal women are devoting, as they should, most of their energies to the normal things of woman life children, home, charity, and neighborliness.
She changed into a favorite march, whose notes rose and fell like the storm-tossed billows of the sea. Battles, quadrilles, waltzes dropped from her finger-ends, as if they had been magicians, and so mingled, dislocated and inharmonious, as to make wildest, though still musical confusion. Hand-weary, but heart-lightened, she took up a book. It was a new book, she had but half-read, "Gates Ajar."
Miss Theodosia involuntarily closed her eyes to shut out a sight of horror. "Mercy gracious!" She opened them hurriedly at the soft collision of herself with Evangeline. "Who is it? Is it the baby? I've sent for the doctor." Half-remembered, half-read first aids crowded her mind confusedly. Warm water and mustard that was for hemorrhage no, no poison! But did you apply it inside or out?
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