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'He is evidently the brain and hand of the persecution, said Mr. Tryan. 'There may be a strong feeling against me in a large number of the inhabitants it must be so from the great ignorance of spiritual things in this place. But I fancy there would have been no formal opposition to the lecture, if Dempster had not planned it.
I must go I feel I must be doing something for some one not be a mere useless log any longer. I've been reading about that wonderful Henry Martyn; he's just like Mr. Tryan wearing himself out for other people, and I sit thinking of nothing but myself. I must go. Good-bye; I shall be back soon. She ran off before Mrs.
It was very pleasant to Mr. Tryan to listen to the simple chat of the old man to walk in the shade of the incomparable orchard, and hear the story of the crops yielded by the red-streaked apple-tree, and the quite embarrassing plentifulness of the summer-pears to drink-in the sweet evening breath of the garden, as they sat in the alcove and so, for a short interval, to feel the strain of his pastoral task relaxed.
Tryan proposed a walk in the garden as a means of dissipating all recollection of the recent conjugal dissidence Little Lizzie's appeal, 'Me go, gandpa! could not be rejected, so she was duly bonneted and pinafored, and then they turned out into the evening sunshine. Not Mrs.
Tryan what was revealed by the stethoscope, but Janet knew the worst. She felt no rebellion under this prospect of bereavement, but rather a quiet submissive sorrow.
Pratt remonstrated with him on his imprudence, but could not prevail on him so far to economize time and strength as to keep a horse. On some ground or other, which his friends found difficult to explain to themselves, Mr. Tryan seemed bent on wearing himself out. His enemies were at no loss to account for such a course.
Tryan not to touch again. The poor thing was conscious of this, and dreaded her own weakness, as the victim of intermittent insanity dreads the oncoming of the old illusion. 'Mother, she whispered, when Mrs. Raynor urged her to lie down and rest all the afternoon, that she might be the better prepared to see Mr. Tryan in the evening 'mother, don't let me have anything if I ask for it.
Tryan, although very zealous in his work, is avowedly a narrow Calvinist, wanting in intellectual culture, very irritable, not a little bitter and uncharitable, excessively fond of applause without being very critical as to the quarter from which it comes, and strongly possessed with the love of domination.
Tryan had not returned, and I missed George. I sat there until, wakeful and nervous, I saw the fire fall and shadows mount the wall. There was no sound but the rushing of the wind and the snoring of the sleepers. At last, feeling the place insupportable, I seized my hat, and, opening the door, ran out briskly into the night.
"Kerg, there" indicating his brother with a look such as Cain might have worn at the sacrifice. "You lie!" returned Kerg, cheerfully. Tryan sprang to his feet, seizing the chair, flourishing it around his head and gazing furiously in the hard young faces which fearlessly met his own. But it was only for a moment; his arm soon dropped by his side, and a look of hopeless fatality crossed his face.
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