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Updated: June 13, 2025
A very famous man once told me that if Mr Atherton chose to become a specialist, to take up one branch of inquiry, and devote his life to it, his fame, before he died, would bridge the spheres. But sticking to one thing is not in Sydney's line at all. He prefers, like the bee, to roam from flower to flower. As for his being in love with me; it is ridiculous. He is as much in love with the moon.
Of course, he said to himself, her ideas did not affect him; men could not guide their lives by a woman's standard; nevertheless, her notions were pretty, although puritanical; and he had no desire to see them changed. He would not have Nan less conscientious for the world. An appeal to Sydney's self-love had always been a direct appeal to his heart.
It meant that she should keep her mother under her own eye, in comfort and decency, not lodged with strangers to mope out her life in dreary solitude. It meant also that she should not be a burden on Sydney or, in plain terms, that she should not take Sydney's money, either for herself or her mother.
Sydney's eyes were looking steadily, unsmilingly down into his brother's as he put the question. Rex was really frightened now. He had never seen Sydney look just like this before. "I told him about leaving his money to us on account of what Roy had done," he faltered. "I didn't " Sydney's eyes closed; he started to reel backwards and would have fallen had not Scott sprung forward and caught him.
Sydney's every thought was a passionate longing to press on, to hurry, to rush, to fly. Her lips grew white when she saw that the hands of her watch pointed to four minutes of twelve. "It is not possible to be in time," she agonized. "O God, delay them! O God, stop them!" She bent forward over the horse's withers, and stretched upward, as if to pull him higher by her buoyancy.
I'm a sad invalid, as Lady Sydney told you, I hope; so that Miss Coventry's lessons will be directed by my niece, and you will go to her for directions, as she knows what I wish. You will excuse me if I ask you a few questions, for Lady Sydney's note was very brief, and I left everything to her judgment." "Ask anything you like, madam," answered the soft, sad voice. "You are Scotch, I believe."
He hurried away to London by the first train, and drove at once to Randal's place of abode to ask for Sydney's address. Wondering what had become of the postscript to his letter, which had given Bennydeck the information of which he was now in search, Randal complied with his friend's request, and then ventured to allude to the report of the Captain's marriage engagement.
I don't think it a laughing matter, nor Cecil either, that he should have been led to turn his back upon all that is great and glorious!" "That's very fine," said Fordham, who was in a teasing mood. "Had you not better put it into the 'Traveller's Joy?" "I shall never touch the 'Traveller's Joy' again!" and Sydney's high horse suddenly breaking down, she flew away in a flood of tears.
Sydney, who ran lamely, was left far behind. When the two latter came up to the tool-house they met Geoffrey and Featherstone shouldering a long new plank, and making for the first canal at the foot of the hill. "Follow us," they said; and, though awkwardly burdened, they far outstripped the Duke, while poor Sydney's pace grew slower and slower.
About ten thirty the Sydney had reported the Emden beached and blazing; and that she had gone off in pursuit of another vessel. The Maunganui had offered to take the Sydney's wounded; but she replied that there were only twelve casualties, sent her thanks, and said there was no need.
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