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But, really, a regard for you has grown up in me since you have allowed me to know you a great regard indeed." "Thank you, thank you, Uniacke," said the painter, obviously moved.
He had apparently just come out from the Rectory and was making his way to the low stone wall, over which shreds of foam were being blown by the wind. Uniacke hastened his steps, and hailed Sir Graham in a loud and harsh voice. He paused, and shading his eyes with his arched hands, gazed towards the road.
Uniacke, who had got up in his excitement, recoiled at these words which struck him hard. "I I!" he almost stammered. "What have I got to do with it?" "I ask you to judge yourself, to put yourself in my place. That is all. Do you tell me that all workings of conscience are due to obscure bodily causes?" "How could I? No, but yours " "Are not. They hurt my body.
"Thank you, Sir Graham." "How the wind shakes those curtains!" "Nothing will keep it out of these island houses. You aren't cold?" "Not in body, not a bit. Well, Uniacke, do you ever go to see pictures?" "Whenever I can. That's not often now. But when my work lay in cities I had chances which are denied me at present." "Did you ever see a picture of mine called 'A sea urchin'?"
I made him walk with me on the land under the sea, where go the divers through the wrecks, and ascend the rocky mountains and penetrate the weedy valleys, and glide across the slippery, oozy plains. In fine, Uniacke, I drowned little Jack I drowned him in the sea, I drowned him in the sea."
"Oh, no, we live in London," the young girl was saying; "only I go to the same school as Ida Uniacke, and I am staying here on a visit." "I've finished it," whispered Langholm to Rachel, "this very afternoon; and now I'm ready for yours!
Only the skipper was saved alive. And he " "What of him?" "He went what the people here call 'silly' from the shock not directly. It came on him gradually. He would not leave the island. He would never trust the sea again." "So he's here still?" "Yes." Just then the two plaintive bells of the church began to ring on the wind. "There he is!" Uniacke said. "Where?" "He's our bell-ringer.
He was forty-five and she twenty-one and yet to both this was the real spring-time of their lives. After a pause, during which he sat thinking rather deeply, the master rose and rang the bell. "Barker, do you know whether Sir Edwin Uniacke is still in Avonsbridge?" Barker had seen him not an hour ago, near the senate-house.
"May I beg to be allowed to deny that fact?" said the gentleman a young gentleman upon whose arm the hostess had crossed the room of whom she, a stranger in Avonsbridge, knew only that he was a baronet and had fifteen thousand a year. "Well, Sir Edwin, try if you can persuade her. Mrs. Grey, let me present to you Sir Edwin Uniacke."
Is not this the chronicle of all existence? For we are none of us either bad or good, all perfect or wholly depraved, and our merits go as often unrewarded as our sins. Whether the future career of Sir Edwin Uniacke be fair or foul, time alone can prove.
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