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Updated: June 12, 2025
She was not even fortunate enough to be able to persuade herself into admiring love and enthusiasm for those to whom necessity obliged her to give up her own life. She said nothing; she knew the sobs would subside, the end would be gained, the insignificant soul lapse into comfort, and with a sigh of compulsory resignation Nettie yielded once more to her fate.
Lumber might not find it amusing;" and the talk began again. Nettie waited a little longer, feeling exceedingly tired; then she rose and lit a candle. "What are you doing, Nettie?" her mother said. "I am going to bed, mother." "You can't take a candle up there, child! the attic's all full of things, and you'd certainly set us on fire." "I'll take great care, mother." "But you can't, child!
China was a thing of the past, its insidious secret hold broken. It was now only a dream of evil fascination from which he had waked to the reality, the saving substance, of Derby Wharf. "It's his domineering manner," he explained the outburst to Nettie; "all shipmasters have it as if the world were a vessel they damned from a quarter-deck in the sky. I never could put up with them."
All that morning he was too deep in thought to give attention to his classes, and at noon he avoided Nettie, and went home to think, but try as he might, something prevented him from getting hold of the real facts in the case. He was fond of Nettie. She stood near him, an embodied passion.
There was no answer and he patiently repeated the short tragic phrase. Still there was no sound from Nettie. There would be none. Even the impulse to touch her had died died, he thought, with a great many feelings and hopes he once had.
'I'd like to have Nettie, I said, and then I remembered how lonely I used to be even at the Friendless, and how glad I used to be when you came to see me, Edna, and I thought of two or three who were still there, girls who haven't been adopted, and I said I'd like to have them.
The gold is all in the air here not in the streets." She had half raised herself and was sitting looking out of the window. "Do you think of that city all the time?" inquired Mrs. Mathieson, half jealously. "Mother," said Nettie, slowly, still looking out at the sunlight, "would you be very sorry, and very much surprised, if I were to go there before long?"
Raise me a dais of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it with doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work in it gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys, Because the birthday of my life Is come; my love is come to me. The poem expressed beautifully what she might have answered when Aunt Nettie asked why she smiled.
It makes me all freeze to look at you." So she filled her own bowl, and made good play with her spoon, while between spoonfuls she looked at Nettie; and the good little woman smiled in her heart to see how easy it was for Nettie to obey her. The savoury, simple, comforting broth she had set before her was the best thing to the child's delicate stomach that she had tasted for many a day.
The Nautilus had been ready for sea, and his, Gerrit's, imperious resentment had carried him out of the Dunsacks' house to Shanghai and Taou Yuen without another word to Nettie. How strangely life progressed, without chart or intelligent observations or papers!
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