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They put me into a carriage, and took me to the consulting room, in Mosley Street, of my old friend William Smith, the celebrated Manchester surgeon, nephew of the great Mr. Turner, the surgeon. He placed me on a sofa, and asked me what it was, feeling, or trying to find, my pulse the while. I whispered, "Up all night over-anxious no food."
"Is Mosley calling Dr. Galbraith ugly?" Mrs. Beale exclaimed, "Now, I think he has the nicest face!" "A most good-looking kind of ugliness," said Mrs. Orton Beg. Menteith perceived that any attempt to disparage Dr. Galbraith in that set was a mistake, and retired from the position cleverly. "There is a kind of ugliness which is attractive in a man," he said with his infectious smile.
"Not in the afternoon," she said. Sir Mosley Menteith tried next. "You come from Morningquest, do you not?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "My people live near Morningquest," she answered. "Ah, then I suppose you know everybody there," he observed, looking hard at her brooch. She reflected a moment, then answered deliberately: "Not by any means, I should think. It is a large neighbourhood."
He inspected her dark glossy hair; eyes, nose, mouth, and figure, down to her feet; then looked into her eyes again, and bowed on being presented by Mrs. Beale. "Sir Mosley is in the Colquhoun Highlanders," the latter explained to Mrs. Orton Beg. "He is just going out to Malta to join them." Mrs.
"Come, paleface-with-two-heads," they shouted, "you seek Indians? You want Indians? Here are Indians enough for you!" And they brandished aloft the scalp-locks they had taken. Mosley stationed his men under a shower of arrows, and began the struggle with over a thousand savages.
"Is the old swing still on the elm?" said Sir Mosley. "Yes," Edith answered. "Not exactly the same rope, you know; but we keep a swing there always." "Who uses it now?" "Children who come to see us," she said. "And sometimes I sit in it myself!" she added laughing. "I should very much like to see it again," he said. "Come and see it then," she answered, rising as she spoke.
"I like you best in blue," Sir Mosley was saying. "Will you wear blue at our dance?" "Oh, no!" Edith rejoined archly, smiling up at him with lips and eyes. "I have worn nothing but blue lately. I shall soon be known as the blue girl! I must have a change, Gray and pink are evidently your colours, Evadne!" Evadne looked down at her draperies as a polite intimation that she had heard.
"I will wait for you in the drawing room," was all she was able to gasp, and she hastened off in that direction as she spoke. "How can you care so much for that cold, unsympathetic woman?" Menteith exclaimed. "She is not cold and unsympathetic," Edith rejoined emphatically. "I am afraid there is something wrong. I must go and see what it is. O Mosley! I feel all chilled! It is a bad omen!"
The opponents of Calvin, including some of the brightest lights which have shone in the English church, such men as Jeremy Taylor, Archbishop Whately, and Professor Mosley, affirm that these doctrines are not only opposed to free-will, but represent God as arbitrarily dooming a large part of the human race to future and endless punishment, withholding from them his grace, by which alone they can turn from their sins, creating them only to destroy them: not as the potter moulds the clay for vessels of honor and dishonor, but moulding the clay in order to destroy the vessels he has made, whether good or bad; which doctrine they affirm conflicts with the views usually held out in the Scriptures of God as a God of love, and also conflicts with all natural justice, and is therefore one-sided and narrow.
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