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There was another circumstance in connection with this subject, which troubled me not a little. Miss Ringtop evidently sought my company, and made me, as much as possible, the recipient of her sentimental outpourings. I was not bold enough to repel her indeed I had none of that tact which is so useful in such emergencies, and she seemed to misinterpret my submission.
Damn, damn, damn, damn! I never knew it was so easy. Why, there's a pleasure in it! Try it, Pauline! try it on me! "'Oh-ooh! was all Miss Ringtop could utter. "'Abel! Abel! exclaimed Hollins, 'the beer has got into your head. "'No, it isn't Beer, it's Candor! said Abel. 'It's your own proposal, Hollins.
Abel scarcely spoke, which the others attributed to a natural feeling of shame, after his display of the previous evening. Hollins and Shelldrake discussed Temperance, with a special view to his edification, and Miss Ringtop favored us with several quotations about 'the maddening bowl, but he paid no attention to them. Eunice was pale and thoughtful.
"'Don't, Pauline! said Eunice; 'I never like to hear poetry flourished in the face of Nature. This landscape surpasses any poem in the world. Let us enjoy the best thing we have, rather than the next best. "'Ah, yes! sighed Miss Ringtop, 'tis true! "They sing to the ear; this sings to the eye." "Thenceforward, to the house, all was childish joy and jubilee.
Abel Mallory was there, and Hollins, and Miss Ringtop, and Faith Levis, with her knitting, and also Eunice Hazleton, a lady whom you have never seen, but you may take my wife at her representative " "Stick to the programme, Enos," interrupted Mrs. Billings. "Eunice Hazleton, then. I wish I could recollect some of the speeches made on that occasion.
As neither Eunice and Miss Ringtop, nor Hollins and Abel showed any disposition to room together, I quietly gave up to them the four rooms in the second story, and installed myself in one of the attic chambers. Here I could hear the music of the rain close above my head, and through the little gable window, as I lay in bed, watch the colors of the morning gradually steal over the distant shores.
Yes, to be sure; and there was Hollins, with his clerical face and infidel talk, and Pauline Ringtop, who used to say, 'The Beautiful is the Good. I can still hear her shrill voice singing, 'Would that I were beautiful, would that I were fair!" There was a hearty chorus of laughter at poor Miss Ringtop's expense.
I had a special dread of again encountering Miss Ringtop, but she was wandering up and down the bluff, under the pines, singing, 'The dream is past. There was a sound of loud voices, as we approached the stoop. Hollins, Shelldrake and his wife, and Abel Mallory were sitting together near the door.
Yes, to be sure; and there was Hollins, with his clerical face and infidel talk, and Pauline Ringtop, who used to say, 'The Beautiful is the Good. I can still hear her shrill voice singing, 'Would that I were beautiful, would that I were fair!" There was a hearty chorus of laughter at poor Miss Ringtop's expense.
We acknowledged the fascination of tea, we saw a very mitigated evil in milk and butter, and we were conscious of stifled longings after the abomination of meat. Only Mallory, Hollins, and Miss Ringtop had reached that loftiest round on the ladder of progress where the material nature loosens the last fetter of the spiritual. They looked down upon us, and we meekly admitted their right to do so.
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