Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 17, 2025
He took her hand and said, with a manly sincerity that made his face almost as noble as hers was beautiful: "Miss Martell, you are holier than I am. You are as much above me as heaven is above the earth.
"It's in the Bible," answered Lottie, stoutly; at which there was a great explosion. "Miss Marsden equals modern commentators in amplifying the text," laughed Hemstead. "Well," persisted Lottie, "if it isn't just so written, I know enough of human nature to be sure that that was just how it happened." "On with the story!" cried Mr. Dimmerly. "Come, Miss Martell."
Miss Martell bent her supple form to the oar, and her strokes counted as well as those of the strong, practised man; and the boat sped, all too quickly, into what afterwards seemed the very jaws of destruction. The opening narrowed instead of widening. The ice above, for some reason, appeared to gain on that below. In growing alarm, Mr.
But many who soon learned that they could never establish a dearer relation became strong friends, and also better men; for Alice Martell seemed to have the power of evoking all the good there was in a man, and of putting him under a kind of sacred obligation to be true and manly, as the result of her acquaintance.
Miss Martell, with the tact of a perfect lady, had the power of putting him at his ease and drawing him out. Hemstead's mind was no stagnant, muddy pool, but a living fountain, and his thought sparkled as it flowed readily on the congenial topics that Mr. and Miss Martell introduced.
Arrived there, she used to engulf three pints of Martell and Hennessey, one after the other, and then "wash them out" such was her phraseology with a magnum of Perrier Jouet; a proceeding which, while it heightened her complexion and gave a sparkle to her poor flustered eye, was not conducive to the preservation of equilibrium in the lower limbs.
He trembled with almost mortal weakness as he slowly mounted the piazza steps. He staggered under his share of their burden as he crossed the hall. Lottie, puzzled by his silence, now saw his deathly pallor with alarm, and instinctively stood at his side. "You had better take Miss Martell directly to her room," said Mrs. Marchmont. "In here, quick," gasped Hemstead.
Martell and his daughter took their departure, with many sincere and graceful acknowledgments of the kindness they had received. Many were the words of force and wisdom that Miss Martell had read and heard, but never had any made so profound an impression upon her as the vain vaporings of De Forrest, as he insisted on claiming all the credit he could for his action the evening before.
Marchmont's mansion, where, even in her peril, poor Alice Martell could picture Harcourt at Addie's side, and she forgotten. As the imagined scene rose vividly before her, the wild thought passed through her mind: "Since it must be so, perhaps I can find more rest beneath these waters than in my home yonder.
As she had before intimated, she had been receiving homage, flattery, and even love, all her life, and yet now her heart had no treasures to which she could turn in solid satisfaction, nor could memory recall efforts like that she saw Miss Martell making in behalf of Harcourt. The adulation received was now empty breath and forgotten words, and nothing substantial or comforting remained.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking