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Updated: May 3, 2025
Law sakes, what kin' ob blood dat man Clancy hab to lebe you kase you po'? Pears ter me de ole cun'l, his fader, ud be orful figety in his coffin." "Mr. Clancy has not left me because I am poor, Aun' Sheba," said Mara gravely. "You do him great injustice. We are not so good friends as we were simply because we cannot agree on certain subjects.
Liszt desired to thank the good-hearted one in person Kismet! Even if the princess had not been beautiful, La Mara thinks she would have overwhelmed Liszt with "her wonderful eloquence and her unbelievable intellectuality." It was a case of congeniality at first sight. There were many meetings. The day after the concert, she heard a Pater Noster of his sung in the church.
Well, speed thee on, old Father Time, and touch softly obdurate hearts." Thus with the hopefulness of youth she looked forward. Mara regarded her with misgivings, but asked no questions. She also was sadly preoccupied with her own thoughts. "Aun' Sheba," Ella said, as the old woman entered, "I rather like this ''bation' scheme of yours. I think of putting myself on ''bation."
Long before Moses had learned the first declension, Mara knew it by heart; for her intense anxiety for him, and the eagerness and zeal with which she listened for each termination, fixed them in her mind. Besides, she was naturally of a more quiet and scholar-like turn than he, more intellectually developed.
So far from being afraid of her friend, she rather enjoyed shocking her. At last she said, "There, Mara, don't take it so to heart. Papa says I must ostracize him, and so Goth and Vandal he becomes the absurd idea!" "Your father would not require you to do anything absurd." "No, not what was absurd to him; but he does not know Mr. Houghton any more than you do.
"Hugh, Cousin Hugh," protested Mrs. Bodine, "I don't understand this move at all." "Papa," cried Ella, with her arms about his neck, "you have done this for my sake, so do please give it up for my sake. Some other way will be provided for us." "Mara, are you, too, down on me?" "No, sir, never; but I'll share my last crust with you if you will have nothing to do with that man."
The present scene, with its simple, homely details, was all absorbing. It meant very much to the girl, for she saw how Mara was achieving independence, and by work, too, which housekeeping for her father enabled her to understand better than any other. Mara's pulses were also quickened, for she understood the eager, intelligent glances of her friend.
It is a composite of Rousseau and Paine, done by a sophomore in a mood of exaltation, and might serve acceptably well as a graduation essay, done in F major. It lacks the poise of Paine and the reserve of Rousseau, and all the fine indifference of Franklin is noticeable by its absence. They say that Marat's name was "Mara" and his ancestors came from County Down.
Oh, papa, think what bliss! I'm to help Mara, work with Mara every day, and have a share in the profits." The captain's face grew sad and almost stern. Ella understood him instantly, and put her hand over his mouth as he was about to speak. "Now, papa, don't you perform the same little tragedy that I did. I know just how you feel and what you are going to say.
These miserable thoughts rushed through her mind and pressed so heavily upon all hope that she leaned her arms upon the table, and, burying her face, sobbed aloud. "Mara," said her aunt, severely, "I did not think you could be so weak." Until the storm of passionate grief passed, the young girl gave no heed to Mrs. Hunter's reproaches or expostulations.
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