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It was not Miss Fountain's words only, and that new trait of hard satire, which she had so suddenly produced from her secret recesses. Her very tones were cynical and worldly to Eve's delicate sense of hearing. "Poor, poor David!" she thought, and when she got to the door of the room she sighed; and as she went home she said more than once to herself, "No more heart than a marble statue.
Children mounted over the dead bodies of their parents to raise themselves to the fountain's brim; parents stared vacantly at the corpses of their children alternately floating and sinking in the water, into which they had fallen unsuccoured and unmourned.
And the old men, with their patriarchal manners and their broad speech it had been all sweet and pleasant to her. "Noo, Miss, they tell ma as yo'.are Stephen Fountain's dowter. An I mut meak bold ter cum an speak to thee, for a knew 'un when he was a lile lad." Or "Yo'll gee ma your hand, Miss Fountain, for we're pleased and proud to git, yo' here. Yer fadther an mea gaed to skule togedther.
Before I could prevent her, she had swept Jason and his crew away, and, snatching the doll from the perambulator, had set it on the fountain's edge between us. "This is Dorothea," she announced, "isn't she sweet? I'm her mother. You should be the father, and Dorothea should want to paddle her toes in the fountain. Now you hold her so."
"I nothing heard but you," replied Montigny: "Proceed; for your voice is sweeter to me than plashing fountain's, or than Saint Laurent's chimes, or than would be could we hear it the fabulous music of those night-hung spheres, coming harmonious to our listening ears, borne on the shoulders of the cherub winds. Why are you silent?" "Listen," she said, looking still more alarmed.
Bazalgette, attracted by the bruskness of his entry. "Yes, there is," said David sternly. Lucy looked up. "Miss Fountain's old nurse has been sitting in the hall more than half an hour, and nobody has had the politeness to go near her." "Oh, is that all? Well, don't look daggers at me. There is Lucy; give her a lesson in good-breeding, Mr. Dodd."
With a last tremble, as if to free herself from the hold of the waves, the gallant craft soared up into the air, leaving the water, which dripped from her keel like a fountain's spray, and shooting aloft like a bird, escaped her terrible enemy which passed under her, so close that the lower part of the Flying Mermaid scraped the whale's back. "Saved!" exclaimed the professor.
As Shakespeare says, "Oxen and wain-ropes would not haul them, together." At last chance aided her Mrs. Bazalgette was at Font Abbey actually. Lucy knew that if she announced Mr. Fountain's expected return the B would fly off that minute, so she suppressed the information, and, giving up to young Arthur as she had to Mrs. B., moved into a still smaller room than the east room.
Eve read in it a compound of triumph and pique. David came to Eve one morning with parchments in his hand and a merry smile. "Eureka!" "You're another," said Eve, as quick as lightning, and upon speculation. "I have made Mr. Fountain's pedigree out," explained David. "You don't say so! won't he be pleased?" "Yes. Do you think she will be pleased?" "Why not? She will look pleased, anyway.
A fair society in bright procession: each one clothed in solemn drapery, veiling her shadowy face with modest hand, and bearing on her graceful head a graceful vase. Their leader is my sister. 'And now they reach the fountain's side, and dip their vases in the water, pure and beauteous as themselves.
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