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The very attempt to do so is, indeed, a fatal mistake. The man who can only perceive the physical side of the sexual relationship is, as Hinton was accustomed to say, on a level with the man who, in listening to a sonata of Beethoven on the violin, is only conscious of the physical fact that a horse's tail is being scraped against a sheep's entrails.
Harman. He paused to consider. He might have got a much, much better match for Charlotte from a temporal standpoint. Hinton was of no family in particular; he had no money worthy of the name. He was simply an honest fellow, fairly good-looking, and with the heart of a gentleman. "You are doubtless aware," replied Mr. Harman, "that my daughter will inherit a very large fortune.
One evening, opening his bright feverish eyes, he fixed them full on Hinton's face and said slowly and earnestly, "I did kiss that pretty lady." "He means a lady whom he met in the Park; a Miss Harman, who came here and brought him toys," explained Mrs. Home. "Yes, isn't she a pretty lady?" repeated little Harold. "Very pretty," answered Hinton, bending low over him. The child smiled.
'Well, said Miss Hinton, 'I am really vexed if my speaking so lightly of any friend of yours has hurt your feelings, but 'O, never mind, Cytherea returned; 'it doesn't matter, Miss Hinton. I think I must leave you now. I have to call at other places. Yes I must go. Miss Hinton, in a perplexed state of mind, showed her visitor politely downstairs to the door.
"Yes, I am vexed," he said, "but I cannot wait any longer now. You know I hate secrets, and I think you might have obliged me, Charlotte." "I wish I could," she said, and now her eyes filled with tears. Hinton scarcely kissed her before he rushed away, and Charlotte sank down on the nearest chair.
Harold's night had been a wretched one, and he was weaker this morning. Hinton felt that a great deal more must be done to restore Harold to health; but he had not heard what Dr. Watson had said, and was therefore as yet in the dark and much puzzled how best to act. Seeing the mother's face serene, almost calm, as she poured out the tea, and the father's clouded over, he judged both wrongly.
Harman had responded with the very natural question, "What means have you to support her with?" Hinton had answered that he had two hundred a year and his profession. "What are you making in your profession?" asked the father. "Not anything yet," answered the young man. There was a tone of defiance and withal of hope thrown into that "yet" which might have repelled some men, but pleased Mr.
As she lay in bed, she reflected with great thankfulness that John Hinton had said, on hearing the tale, how manifestly it would be his and her duty to help this poor mother. Yes, by and by they would give her enough to raise her above all want, but Charlotte felt she could not wait for that distant time. She must succor Mrs. Home at once.
In an instant Hinton was by her side. "Your boy has scarlet fever?" he repeated. "I know something of scarlet fever. He must instantly be moved to an airy bedroom. The best bedroom in the house is mine. Your boy must sleep in my bedroom to-night." "It is a good thought," said Mrs. Home.
I, therefore, rose to my feet, called to the steward to bring me a glass of water the water-cask which usually stood on deck having been smashed to staves early in the fight and then gave orders for the men to secure the guns. I also sent young Hinton down below to ascertain and bring me the particulars of our casualties.
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