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Vida half rose, and then relinquished the idea of following the girl, seemed presently to forget her, and sat as one alone with sorrow. When Jean had mastered herself, she came slowly back. Not till she was close to the motionless figure did the girl lift her eyes. 'Oh, don't look like that, the girl prayed. 'I shall bring him back to you. She was on her knees by Vida's chair.
And Vida's clear, low tones of thanksgiving came to her dying mother sweet as the voice of angels, whose song soon burst upon her ear. How clear an "evidence of Christianity" is this. A soul exchanging pride, haughtiness, and rebellion for humility and submission.
He still looked good but hell! I wrote Aunt Esther the same evening not to worry one minute about Vida's happiness, because I wished we could all be as happy as she was. All the same I took pains to go round to that boarding house a couple times more because it seemed like the girl's happiness might have a bum foundation. Darling Clyde was as merry and attentive as ever and Vida was still joyous.
Everybody says he drank too much, and treated his family awful, and that's how they got sick." A LETTER from Raymie Wutherspoon, in France, said that he had been sent to the front, been slightly wounded, been made a captain. From Vida's pride Carol sought to draw a stimulant to rouse her from depression. Miles had sold his dairy. He had several thousand dollars.
This last facet of Vida's thought was the one which, after a year, was most often turned to the light. In a testy way she brooded, "These people that want to change everything all of a sudden without doing any work, make me tired!
Not admiration merely, not affection alone something almost fierce behind the half-protecting tenderness with which she watched the chairman's duel with the mob. Borrodaile lifted a hand people were far too engrossed, he knew, to notice and he laid it on Vida's, which had tightened on the back of the bench. 'My dear! he said wondering and low as one would to wake a sleepwalker.
'You mean you weren't frightened? 'There's nothing to be frightened at. She was actually saying it in a soothing, 'motherly' sort of way, calculated to steady the lady's nerves reassuring the rescuer. Vida's eye fell on the festoon of braid falling from the dark cloth skirt. 'Well, the polite attentions of your friends seem to have rather damaged your gown.
Her intensest thought about them was, "Oh yes, they're all right I suppose." The change which she did heed was the erection of the schoolbuilding, with its cheerful brick walls, broad windows, gymnasium, classrooms for agriculture and cooking. It indicated Vida's triumph, and it stirred her to activity any activity. She went to Vida with a jaunty, "I think I shall work for you.
Vida's poem is a surprising instance of difficulty overcome, in the manner with which he has moulded the phraseology of the classics to a purpose apparently alien from it; and he has made his mythology agreeable, trivial as it is, by the skill with which it is managed.
Forgive my rushing off, won't you? she called back over her shoulder, and then with that swift, light step of hers, she covered by a short cut the little distance that lay between her and the lodge gate. 'I wish I'd held my tongue, said Lady John almost angrily as she hastened in the opposite direction. Already some sense seemed to reach her of the hopelessness of expecting Vida's return.
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