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Updated: June 18, 2025


I see the doctor with his impatient step. I see Peter Bligh stumbling after him. I hear little Dolly Venn's manly voice; I help Seth Barker over the rocks. And these four stand side by side with me on the white pool's edge. The danger comes again. The fear, the loathing, are unforgotten. I speak of fear and loathing and of dread white pool, and you will ask me why and how we came thereto.

There she made stay, and got off her horse, and stood awhile by him as he cropped the sweet grass; and the birds sang at the edge of the thicket, and the rabbits crept and gambolled on the other side of the water; and from the pool's edge the moorhens cried.

"Do you see that?" whispered Columbine. "It is like my life." They stood together under the frowning cliff and watched the wonder of the pool's awakening. Knight's arm held her close pressed to his side. He could feel the beating of her heart. She stood with her face upturned to his and all the glory of love's surrender shining in her eyes. He caught his breath as he looked at her.

At the sight blind fury filled him, and clambering over the rocks to the pool's edge he bent down and caught her by the shoulder. At that moment he could have strangled her with his hands, so abhorrent to him was the touch of her flesh; but as he cried out on her, heaping her with cruel names, he saw that her eyes returned his look without wavering; and suddenly it came to him that she was dead.

Following this disheartening experiment, which resulted in nothing more hopeful than a demand for further margins from the pool's brokers, there were no more efforts to "buy." The pool was marked for death; but that, while discouraging, offered no argument in favor of self-destruction.

Shyness stirred in her almost as definitely as it had while she lay hidden at the pool's mouth, watching him and tingling with shamed thrills at thought of her amazing plight there. No man had ever had his arms about her in her life before. But, even while she blushed and thrilled with this embarrassment, she fought to put it from her.

"Down the lane, through the second gate on the right, an' the pool's by the big apple tree that stands by itself. There's trout there, if you can tickle them." "They're more likely to tickle us!" Mrs. Narracombe smiled. "There'll be the tea ready when you come back."

You want to wet your handkerchief and put it below your cap. Why don't you wear a deer-stalker instead of that hideous jockey thing? Feugh, I am warm and cross and thirsty. Lewis, I'll give your aunt five minutes, and then I shall go down and drink that pool dry." Lewis sat up and watched the narrow ribbon of road which coiled up the glen to the pool's edge.

Again for the fourth time I cast, more from habit than hope. Then ensued that terrific rush from the pool's lucent depths "Yes, sir; you wouldn't need no two guesses for what she'd wear at a grand costume ball of the Allied nations not if you knew her like I do." This was Ma Pettengill, who had stripped a Sunday paper from the great city to its society page.

The continual debates on 'mootable days, and the incessant wranglings of the Temple cloisters, encouraged them to pay especial attention to such exercises. In Charles II.'s reign Pool's company, was a coterie of students and young barristers, who used to meet periodically for congenial conversation and debate.

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