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I had heard a great deal about Dr Muir as a preacher, and we went to hear him; but not being very certain of the church, we inquired at a gentleman's servant, dressed in splendid livery, very civilly, the way to Dr Muir's church.
Graydon had returned for a brief visit, and had joined Mr. and Mrs. Muir at a seaside inn. "A Miss Wildmere is staying here also," her sister wrote, "and, somewhat to Mr. Muir's disapproval, Graydon seems not only well acquainted with her, but unusually friendly. Mr.
He assuredly had the right to please himself in his choice, and he felt that he would be fortunate indeed could he win one whom so many had sought in vain. It never entered Mr. Muir's mind to interpose any authority or undue influence. He merely felt in regard to the matter a repugnance natural to one so alien in disposition to Mr.
I think she must have been in the room when you brought the news of young Muir's terrible death." "She was," said Coombe. "I saw her and then forgot." "I thought so," Redcliff went on. "She cried out several times, 'Blown to atoms atoms! Donal! She was not conscious of the cries." "Are you sure she said 'Donal'?" Coombe asked. "Quite sure. It was that which set me thinking.
Then he carved on the vine of the candlestick for her dressing table; with one arm around Belshazzar, re-read the story of John Muir's dog, went into the lake, and to bed. Just as he was becoming unconscious the beast lifted an inquiring head and gazed at the man. "More 'fraid of cow," the Harvester was muttering in a sleepy chuckle.
Miss Muir's eyes brightened as she looked, her step grew firmer, her carriage prouder, and a smile broke over her face; the smile of one well pleased at the prospect of the success of some cherished hope.
Muir's mind was that they should live and enjoy them.
Why was this immeasurable love put into my heart to be so cruelly thwarted? Why must he go blindly on to so cruel a fate? Of course she'll renounce everything for him. Whatever else she may be, she is not an idiot." Henry Muir's quiet eyes had observed Madge closely, and from a little distance he had seen the parting between her and his brother.
And away danced Bella, humming the burden of Miss Muir's sweetest song. "'Energy is more attractive than beauty in a man. She is right, but how the deuce can a man be energetic, with nothing to expend his energies upon?" mused Coventry, with his hat over his eyes. A few moments later, the sweep of a dress caught his ear.
Madge strove in every possible way to fit herself for the journey, and was surprised at her success. Better than all tonics was the diversion of her thoughts, the prospect of change, the necessity for action. In her thoughtful prudence she even satisfied Mrs. Muir's solicitude, for the young girl realized more fully every day how much depended upon her plan.
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