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I would have all the lovely, natural ways of living to win them back by, to teach them pure things; yes, and I would have the chapel to teach them the real gospel in! That bird-cage in the gallery window made me think of it all, I believe," she ended, bringing herself back out of her enthusiasm with a recollection. "I knew you could tell me how," said Mr. Kirkbright, quietly.
Standing here, they looked up and down the beautiful gorge, into the heart of the hill and the depth of its secret shaded places on the one hand, and on the other into the rush and whirl of the rapidly descending and broken torrent to where it flung itself off the sudden brink, and changed into white mist and an everlasting song. "This last room ought to be a chapel," said Mr. Kirkbright.
She talked, indeed, with a gentle complaisance to Miss Kirkbright, about its not being exactly what they had intended, they had thought of rooms at Hotel Pelham or Boylston, so central and so near the Libraries; but after all, what she needed most was quiet and no stairs; and she had a horror of elevators, and a dread of fire; so that this was really better, perhaps; and Miss Ledwith was a very sweet person.
Kirkbright had given especial pains and foresight to the filling of this little greenhouse. He meant that there should be a summer pleasantness at Hill-hope from the very first.
They had walked on again, as they talked; they had come to the foot of Borden Street. They must now turn two different ways. They were standing a moment at the corner, as Mr. Kirkbright spoke. When he said "our refuge, our sanatorium," Desire blushed again as she had blushed at Brickfields. She was provoked at herself; why need personal pronouns come in at all?
"And I have more money that belongs to it," said Mr. Kirkbright. It was a curious way for a rich man and a rich woman to talk to each other, about their money. But I do not believe it ought to be curious. "Don't you often come across people who cannot be helped much just where they are?
The suggestion of that is too much like Mary Moxall's 'heap that everybody knows the name of." "Why not call it 'Hill-hope'? 'The hills, whence cometh our strength; 'the mountain of the height of Israel where the Lord will plant it, and the dry tree shall flourish'?" "Thank you," said Mr. Kirkbright, heartily. "That is the right word. It is named." Desire said nothing.
"I wish I could do some of them. I mean," she gathered herself up bravely to say, "I should like dearly to do anything for Amy; but I have thought it would be a good plan if I could to do something like that for the sake of earning; as Dot Ingraham does." "Do you not have quite enough money, my dear?" asked Miss Kirkbright, in her kindly direct way that could never hurt. "Not quite.
Argenter exteriorly. So long as Miss Kirkbright and the Sherretts indorsed anything, it could not harm them much, or fence them out altogether from what they had been. Amy Sherrett and Miss Kirkbright thought well of the Ingrahams, and maintained all their dealings with them in a friendly even intimate fashion.
Christopher Kirkbright had gone out to China from Glasgow, at the age of twenty-one, pledged to a ten years' stay.
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