I have really for some time past, for at least these three months, cared nothing about him. You may believe me, Mrs. Weston. This is the simple truth." Mrs. Weston kissed her with tears of joy; and when she could find utterance, assured her, that this protestation had done her more good than any thing else in the world could do. "Mr. Weston will be almost as much relieved as myself," said she.
We had a delightful row, past the Quarantine Island , to the portion of the reef on the other side of the harbour, where we had not yet been, and where I think the coral plants and flowers and bushes showed to greater advantage than ever, as they were less crowded, and the occasional patches of sandy bottom enabled one to see them better.
She had no anxiety about anybody asking direct questions of the duellists, for if duelling, for years past, had been a subject which no delicately-minded person alluded to purposely in Major Benjy's presence, how much more now after this critical morning would that subject be taboo?
The list of streets and houses with old-time associations like these might be extended indefinitely, for in Bruges the past is ever present.
If anyone had said to her, "What are you dreaming about, Kitty?" she would have understood, however, for she had had fits of dreaming ever since she was a child, and they had increased during the past few years since the man came to live with them whose coat she was brushing.
But the Covenanters have scarce time to estimate and enjoy the benefits of their conquests before a tempest burst forth suddenly and threatened the destruction of all the attainments of the past.
Doctor, you are a brave fellow, and your courage inspires me with admiration; you are worthy to follow my reckless fortunes. Let the past be forgotten; abandon this whining, preaching Sydney, and join me in my desperate career. Give me your hand, and let us be friends. The Doctor hesitated a moment, and, to Sydney's unutterable amazement, grasped the Dead Man's hand, and said
The past and the present are within the field of my inquiry, but what a man may do in the future is a hard question to answer. Mrs. Stapleton has heard her husband discuss the problem on several occasions. There were three possible courses.
A light sea breeze swept through the furze bushes that were scattered over the Downs, across which lay the high road leading past the Park. Bridoon, the old gate keeper, was seated on his wooden settle within the porch of the lodge, smoking a long clay pipe, and occasionally quaffing long draughts of rare old cider.
The delicate look had gone from Marion's face, and the disfiguring glasses were rarely seen. One evening in May an unexpected visitor appeared in the shop. A tall, wiry man, past middle age, with a keen, kindly face. "Why, Dr. Baird!" cried Norah, "I was just wishing for you." "You were?" he said, shaking hands. "Anything wrong with my patient?"