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Updated: May 20, 2025
The story is that he put a difficult problem into one of the mathematical journals, and that Lurida presented such a neat solution that the young man fell in love with her on the strength of it.
Such scenes did not frequently occur between the two friends, and this little flurry was soon over; but it served to warn Lurida that Miss Euthymia Tower was not of that class of self-conscious beauties who would be ready to dispute the empire of the Venus of Milo on her own ground, in defences as scanty and insufficient as those of the marble divinity.
She thought it was about time to talk over the general subject of the medical profession with her new teacher, if such a self-directing person as Lurida could be said to recognize anybody as teacher. She began at the beginning. "What is the first book you would put in a student's hands, doctor?" she said to him one day.
I will continue visiting him as long as the doctor says it is important that I should; but you must defend me, Lurida, I know you can explain it all so that people will not blame me." Euthymia knew full well what the effect of Lurida's penetrating head-voice would be in a convalescent's chamber.
Not many suns had set before it was told all through Arrowhead Village that Maurice Kirkwood was the accepted lover of Euthymia Tower. MISS LURIDA VINCENT TO MRS. EUTHYMIA KIRKWOOD. ARROWHEAD VILLAGE, May 18.
Her friend Lurida might have been capable of the same sacrifice, but it would be after reasoning with herself as to the obligations which her sense of human rights and duties laid upon her, and fortifying her courage with the memory of noble deeds recorded of women in ancient and modern history. With Euthymia the primary human instincts took precedence of all reasoning or reflection about them.
I will continue visiting him as long as the doctor says it is important that I should; but you must defend me, Lurida, I know you can explain it all so that people will not blame me." Euthymia knew full well what the effect of Lurida's penetrating head-voice would be in a convalescent's chamber.
They were in his study, and Lurida had just brought back a thick volume on Insanity, one of Bucknill and Puke's, which she had devoured as if it had been a pamphlet. "Not that book, certainly," he said. "I am afraid it will put all sorts of notions into your head. Who or what set you to reading that, I should like to know?"
Euthymia kept an eye upon her, partly in the fear that over-excitement would produce some mental injury, and partly from anxiety lest she should compromise her womanly dignity in her desire to get at the truth of a very puzzling question. "How do you like the books I see you reading?" said Euthymia to Lurida, one day, as they met at the Library.
Lurida and her young man Gabriel is what she calls him were naturally the objects of special attention. Paolo acted as major-domo, and looked as if he ought to be a major-general. Nothing could be pleasanter than the way in which Mr. and Mrs.
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