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Once I spent a summer here, with an old pupil, now grown up. I am going to-day to inquire about her at the Mythe House. The Brithwoods came home yesterday." I was afraid to look at John. Even to me the news was startling. How I blessed Mrs. Jessop's innocent garrulousness. "I hope they will remain here some time. I have a special interest in their stay. Not on Lady Caroline's account, though.
For the lad's company invariably gave me new life, and strength, and hope. The very sight of him was as good as the coming of spring. "Where shall we go?" said he, when we were fairly off, and he was guiding my carriage down Norton Bury streets. "I think to the Mythe."
I'll push behind; and when we come to the stile I'll carry you. It's lovely on the top of the Mythe look at the sunset. You cannot have seen a sunset for ever so long." No that was true. I let John do as he would with me he who brought into my pale life the only brightness it had ever known. Ere long we stood on the top of the steep mound.
"Where didst thee go out to-day, Phineas? thee and the lad I sent." "To the Mythe:" and I told him the incident that had happened there. He listened without reply. "Wasn't it a brave thing to do, father?" "Um!" and a few meditative puffs. "Phineas, the lad thee hast such a hankering after is a good lad a very decent lad if thee doesn't make too much of him.
And the old man blessed her with tears. "I hardly like taking thee out this wet day, Phineas but it is a comfort to have thee." Perhaps it was, for John was bent on a trying errand. He was going to communicate to Mr. Brithwood of the Mythe, Ursula's legal guardian and trustee, the fact that she had promised him her hand him, John Halifax, the tanner.
Miserable creature as she looked, there was a certain grace and ease in her movements, as if she had fallen from some far higher estate. At that moment, the Mythe carriage, with Mr. Brithwood in it, dozing his daily drive away, his gouty foot propped up before him slowly lumbered up the street. The woman made a dart at it, but was held back. "Canaille! I always hated your Norton Bury!
It ought to be doing something, with the new century it began this year. Did it not seem very odd at first to have to write '1800'?" "John, what a capital hand you write now!" "Do I! That's somebody's credit. Do you remember my first lesson on the top of the Mythe?" "I wonder what has become of those two gentlemen?" "Oh! did you never hear? Young Mr. Brithwood is the 'squire now.
Both text and reliefs were published by Professor Naville in his volume entitled Mythe d'Horus, fol., plates 12-19, Geneva, 1870. A German translation by Brugsch appeared in the Ahandlungen der Gottinger Akademie, Band xiv., pp. 173-236, and another by Wiedemann in his Die Religion, p. 38 ff.
Horatio Hale, the veteran among comparative ethnologists, Professor Tiele, in his Le Mythe de Kronos , has very strongly protested against the downright misrepresentations of what I and my friends have really written. 'Professor Tiele had been appealed to as an unimpeachable authority.
And he walked on beside me, working at it with his knife, in silence. I was silent, too, but I stole a glance at his mouth, as seen in profile. I could almost always guess at his thoughts by that mouth, so flexible, sensitive, and, at times, so infinitely sweet. It wore that expression now. I was satisfied, for I knew the lad was happy. We reached the Mythe. "Oh! but you shall!
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