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Ralph Marvell had not even asked when he might call; and she was ashamed to confess to Mabel that he had not driven home with her. Suddenly she decided that she would go and see the pictures of which Mrs. Fairford had spoken. Perhaps she might meet some of the people she had seen at dinner from their talk one might have imagined that they spent their lives in picture-galleries.
But the number 453, on the dingy door, could be still made out by the light of the street opposite, and she mounted the steps. A slatternly maid opened the door, and on being asked whether Mrs. Marvell was at home, pointed curtly to a dimly lighted staircase, and disappeared. Gertrude Marvell groped her way upstairs.
The clouds assumed so much the appearance of icebergs this evening as to deceive most of the passengers and crew; but their imaginations had been excited by the intelligence we had received from the Andrew Marvell that she had only parted from a cluster of them two days previous to our meeting.
Neither Charles the Second at the hands of Marvell, nor George the Fourth at the hands of Moore, received anything like the steady fire of lampoon which Wolcot for years poured upon the most harmless and respectable of English monarchs.
Undine had seen such scenes on the stage, she had come upon them in the glowing pages of fiction, and it seemed to her that every detail was before her now, from the glitter of jewels on Mrs. Van Degen's bare shoulders to the way young Marvell stroked his slight blond moustache while he smiled and listened.
What Fletcher of Saltoun is to Scotland, and the brave spirits of the old Commonwealth time "Hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom, better none The later Sydney, Marvell, Harrington, Young Vane, and others, who called Milton friend " are to England, should Leggett be to America. His character was formed on these sturdy democratic models.
She seemed to walk with him, hand in hand, sister with brother in a deep converse of souls. Gertrude Marvell was sitting alone at the Maumsey breakfast-table, in the pale light of a December day. All around her were letters and newspapers, to which she was giving an attention entirely denied to her meal.
"Why don't you go instead of writing?" "It has been impossible. My maid has been so terribly ill." Lathrop expressed his sympathy. Delia received it with coldness and a slight frown. She hurried on "I've written again but I haven't sent it. Perhaps I oughtn't to have written by post." "Better not. Shall I be your messenger? Miss Marvell doesn't like me but that don't matter." "Oh, no, thank you."
She was dressed in a faded tea-gown much betrimmed, covered up with a dingy white shawl. "Well, Gertrude so you've come at last!" she said, after a moment, in a tone of resentment. "If you can put me up for the night I can stay. I've brought no luggage." "That doesn't matter. There's a stretcher bed. Come in." Gertrude Marvell entered, and her mother closed the door. "Well, mother how are you?"
"Near this place lyeth the body of Andrew Marvell, Esq., a man so endowed by Nature, so improved by Education, Study, and Travel, so consummated by Experience, that, joining the peculiar graces of Wit and Learning, with a singular penetration and strength of judgment; and exercising all these in the whole course of his life, with an unutterable steadiness in the ways of Virtue, he became the ornament and example of his age, beloved by good men, feared by bad, admired by all, though imitated by few; and scarce paralleled by any.
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