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It was he of whom it is so quaintly recorded in a congregation diary: "Br. La Trobe spoke much on many things." In many ways his influence was all for good. He helped to restore to vigorous life the "Society for the Furtherance of the Gospel" remained its President till his death, and did much to further its work in Labrador. He was a diligent writer and translator.
But the individual who interested us the most was the postmaster; for whom, as he spoke both English and French fluently, the padre despatched a messenger, and whom we found not only a most agreeable, but a very intelligent and well-informed man.
Nevertheless, while I admired that, I could not understand why this comparatively tranquil pool was called a geyser, and frankly said I was disappointed. But, even as I spoke, I saw to my astonishment the boiling water in this reservoir sink and disappear from view. "Where has it gone?" I eagerly inquired. "Stand back!" shouted the guide, "she's coming."
All this time Egremont had retained her hand, which she had not attempted to withdraw. He had bent his head over it as she spoke it was touched with his tears. For some moments there was silence; then looking up and in a smothered voice Egremont made one more effort to induce Sybil to consider his suit.
And each time we thus spoke I was aware of a small movement about my knees, and would then press my lips to the outermost cover of the beloved bundle by my side.
But the most peculiar thing about him was his long green beard, which fell far below his waist and perhaps made him seem taller than he really was. "Halt!" said the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, not in a stern voice but rather in a friendly tone. They halted before he spoke and stood looking at him. "Good evening, Colonel," said the Shaggy Man. "What's the news since I left?
Does she cry at all? I do hope she has been crying." "No," Beth answered, "nobody cries but Mildred." When Mrs. Small went in, Mrs. Caldwell spoke to her quite collectedly. "He was taken ill at eight o'clock this morning with a dreadful pain in his head," she told her. "He had suffered fearfully from his head of late. I sent for the doctor at once. But nothing relieved him.
Like many other Americans, both Vera and Peggy had firm faith in their knowledge of the French language until their arrival in France. Assuredly they could understand each other perfectly as well as other Americans and English friends who spoke French slowly and deliberately.
"When we had done with the porters, we had next to speak with the custom-house officers, who had their pretty civil ways too. We were directed to the Hotel d'Angleterre, where a valet-de-place came to offer his service, and spoke to me ten minutes before I once found out that he was speaking English.
He could just discern the prim red and yellow turban of the black keeper of the strange ladies. "Iz you a doctor, Marster? Dey says you iz." "Yes a very young one what is wanted?" The negress spoke a few very hurried words in a lower tone. "All right. In one moment stay never mind I have it I'm coming."
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