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It was not Corydon's fault, he saw clearly; it would have been the same had he married one of the seraphim. He did not want to live the life of any seraph he wanted to live his own life. And was it not obvious that the mere physical proximity of another person kept one's attention upon external things? Was not one inevitably kept aware of trivialities and accidents?
"Just listen to the adventure we had yesterday!" "I listened to the hindermost part of it," she returned, "and it sounded purty lively." "Who cares?" said Angel. "It didn't hurt a bit." "Not a bit," assented The Seraph, cheerily. "She gets weaker evwy day, and I get stwonger."
"At the sight of such an object, Francis was extraordinarily surprised; joy, mingled with grief and sorrow, spread over his soul; the presence of Jesus Christ, who manifested himself to him under the figure of a seraph in so marvellous a mariner, and with such familiarity, and by whom he found himself considered so favorably, caused in him an excess of pleasure; but the sorrowful spectacle of His crucifixion filled him with compassion, and his soul felt as if it was pierced through with a sword.
"Don't be such a donkey, Beauty!" laughed the Seraph, while his charger threatened to passage into an oyster cart. "You don't appreciate the majesty of great plans," rejoined Beauty reprovingly. "There's an immense deal in what I'm saying. Think what we might do for society think how we might extinguish snobbery, if we just dedicated our smash to Mankind.
Then good-by to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness!" "You are my life, liberty, and happiness, and I will be your almoner," said Paul, "and dispense you" "Dispense with me!" laughed the girl. "And what shall I be doing while you are dispensing me on the East Side? New York has other sides. While you go slumming with the Seraph, I shall be talking to the Snake!
Angel produced a small bottle of licorice water from his pocket and took a long mouthful. Then he handed it to me. It was soothing, delicious. "Me too!" cried The Seraph, and I held it to his eager little mouth. "Here," said Angel angrily, "he's swiggin' down the whole thing. Drop it, young'un!" At the same moment, the door opened quietly, and Mrs. Handsomebody entered.
Hester thought this impossible. If Philip could be prejudiced against Margaret by any man or woman on earth, or any devil in hell, there must be an instability in his character to which Margaret's happiness must not be committed. Hope was not sure of this. There were circumstances of temptation, modes of delusion, under which the faith of a seraph might sink.
"There she goes again, messing with the doll's quilt," I agreed. "Le's fwow somefing at her!" suggested The Seraph. "Yes, and get into a row with the Bishop," answered Angel. "But I don't see myself going over there to play again. She's spoiled everything." "I s'pose she's a spoiled child," said The Seraph, dreamily. "Wonder where her muvver is."
I shall never forget the fine family-piece I saw at Blair; the amiable, the truly noble duchess, with her smiling little seraph in her lap, at the head of the table; the lovely "olive plants," as the Hebrew bard finely says, round the happy mother; the beautiful Mrs. G ; the lovely, sweet Miss C., etc. I wish I had the powers of Guido to do them justice!
"Did you see her, Seraph?" The Seraph was sitting on the floor, his head on his knees. He raised a tear-flushed face. "I'm 'most too cwushed to wemember," he said, huskily. "But I fink Lucy was fat. It's a vewy bad fing to be fat, 'cos the cane hurts worser."
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