United States or Falkland Islands ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
A brother of "the cold douche," a gentleman farmer who had land some four miles from Welsley, and who was "a great friend" of Rosamund's she had met him three times at the organist's house hearing of Dion's arrival, had written to say that he had some partridges which needed "keeping down." He himself was "laid by" with a bad leg, but he would be very glad if Mr.
She was certainly feeling what people call "depressed." No doubt this unusual depression for she had been born with a singularly cheerful spirit was caused by the resolution she had taken to give up Welsley. Perhaps Welsley meant more to her even than she had supposed. But it was absurd wasn't it? to be so dominated by places.
The misty brightness was already fading from the garden; the song of the thrush was no longer audible: he had flown away from the elder bush and from Rosamund. The coldness and silence of the day seemed to deepen about her. Welsley was fading out of her life. She felt that. She was going to begin again.
And Pera, odious as it is, is in Constantinople, in the city which has a spell, though you mayn't feel it yet." She was silent for a moment, and they heard the roar from the Grande Rue, that street which is surely the noisiest in all Europe. Hearing it, Dion thought of the silence of the Precincts at Welsley. That sweet silence had cast him out.
How strong he's getting here! Hark at his voice! Can't you hear even in his voice how much good Welsley had done him?" Robin's determined treble was audible as he piped out: "Oh no, Fipper! Not by the Bish's wall! Why, I say, the slugs always comes there. They do, weally! You come and see! Come quick! I'll show " The voice faded in the direction of the Palace.
She inoculated him with Welsley, or at any rate did her best to inoculate him, secretly praying with all her force that the wonderful preparation might "take." Soon she believed that it was "taking." It was evident that Dion was delighted with Welsley.
Welsley had made her almost hate London. She did not know how she would be able to bear the return to it. Yet, if Canon Wilton were right in what he had said to her that afternoon, Dion might come back very soon, and therefore very soon she might have to leave Welsley. No. 5 Little Market Street once more; vaporous Westminster leaning to the dark river!
In the walled garden at Welsley, as she paced the narrow walks and listened to the distant murmur of the organ, and the faint sound of the Dresden Amen, in her joy she had looked sometimes almost like a nun. She had looked as if she had the "vocation" for religion.
There had been an atmosphere of peace in quiet Welsley. He was afraid of such an atmosphere and had sought always its opposite. "Why have I come here?" he thought again. In this small place he felt exposed, almost as if he were naked and could be seen by strangers. In Pera at least he was covered. "I shall have to go away from here," he thought. He got up from the bed and began to unpack.
Dumeny was a beast, he felt sure, but he also felt sure that Dumeny was an interesting man. Mrs. Clarke's wild mind attracted something in him. Through her eyes he was able to see the tameness of Welsley, a dear tameness, safe, cozy, full of a very English charm and touched with ancient beauty, but still ! Would the petals of Rosamund ever curl up and go brown at the edges from living at Welsley?
Word Of The Day