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And how are you getting along with your painting, Nika?" asked the mother. Nika replied quite sadly that she had hoped to finish it that day, but the days were very short now and she could not paint by lamp light. Her mother should see how little her work still lacked. "If I had one hour more of daylight, I could finish it," she sighed. Nika placed a large painting under the bright lamp.
"Suppose Christ should follow that rule, Edward, and forgive only those who had treated Him well; would you be forgiven to-day?" This was a new thought to Tip, and made him silent. Mr. Holbrook held out his hand for the little red Bible. "Let me show you what this lamp of yours says about the matter."
There were a few chairs scattered about, and a cupboard in one corner. In the middle of the room was an ordinary table covered with a red cloth. Upon the table a kerosene lamp was burning. Murk groaned and made an attempt to sit up, but fell back again because of a fit of dizziness.
"Nicolas, may I bring Pyotr Stepanovitch in to see you?" she asked, in a soft and restrained voice, trying to make out her son's face behind the lamp. "You can you can, of course you can," Pyotr Stepanovitch himself cried out, loudly and gaily. He opened the door with his hand and went in.
You had better dismount and lead your horse in. Sister Anne will see to it." "Well, if you are sure " began Ralph again, slipping a foot out of the stirrup. "I am sure," said the Abbess; and stood aside for him and his beast to pass. There was a little court, lighted by a single lamp burning within a window, with the nunnery itself on one side, and a small cottage on the other.
Phoebe grumbles far less; it is wonderful to hear her say, sometimes, that she did not know it was bedtime, when I go in to fetch the lamp. Reading? ay, she is always reading; but she sleeps a deal, too. I used to look round Phoebe's room with satisfaction now; it had quite lost its stiff, angular look.
By the light of the little blue lamp hanging from the ceiling, she glanced first of all at the mirror, which gave back her reflection from head to foot, at all her luxurious surroundings, so unfamiliar to her; then, instead of going to bed, she opened the window and stood leaning against the sill, motionless as a statue. The night was clear and warm.
Now, there stood three on the kerb-stone; they had presented themselves before the lamp, because they thought it was the street-lamp who gave away the office; the one of these three was a herring's head, for it shines in the dark, and it thought that it could be of great service, and a real saving of oil, if it came to be placed on the lamp-post.
"And I have never left off thinking about you all the time, and have longed so for you. Look here!" She took a lamp off the chimney-piece, and held up her ball programme before his eyes. The blank places were filled up with pencil-writing, which looked as if it might be lines of poetry: which in truth it was Spanish improvisations breathing burning love and passionate longing.
He took an old brazen lamp from the table, and, leading the way, said at the same time, "I must be the uncourtly chamberlain, who am to usher you to a place of repose, more rude, perhaps, than you have been accustomed to occupy." Julian followed him, in silence, up an old-fashioned winding staircase, within a turret.