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He drank some coffee hopefully, and tried to lose himself in a damp copy of the Times. But in vain. The coffee brought him no comfort, and through the columns of the paper came the sultriness of Eden's eyes. The obituary of a famous general failed to detain his attention. The intelligence that an emperor was moribund lent no zest to the day.
At that period, however, Eden's resignation might have thrown England into a turmoil so Chamberlain mollified him. Public sympathy was with Eden and before he was eased out, the country had to be prepared for it.
There he found Carter howling, and Hawes in front of him, cursing and threatening him with destruction if he did not hold his noise. He might as well have suspended a dog from a branch by the hind leg and told him he mustn't howl. This sight drove a knife through Mr. Eden's heart. He stood among them white as a sheet.
The big, clumsy ne'er-do-well of a boy, Cradock by name, who was choking with secret laughter as he tilted little Eden's bed leaving a pause of frightful suspense now and then to let him recover breath and realise his situation was as raw and ill-trained a fellow as you like, but he had nothing in him wilfully or diabolically wicked.
It fell out then, as quite a matter of course, that he went on treating Ralph Darley for the little hole in his arm, beneath the shoulder joint, and that he also dressed and bandaged Mark Eden's thigh, so that the injuries went on healing rapidly.
Early in years, and yet more infantine In figure, she had something of sublime In eyes, which sadly shone, as seraphs' shine: All youth but with an aspect beyond time; Radiant and grave us pitying man's decline; Mournful but mournful of another's crime, She look'd as if she sat by Eden's door, And grieved for those who could return no more.
You are proud, I know, but you mustn't forget that Fan is Arthur Eden's sister my old school-fellow and familiar friend; and also that she is your old pupil, and as I have heard you say times without number the dearest friend you have on earth." He did not see the effect of these words, and that her face had reddened again with anger and shame, and a feeling that was almost like scorn.
And it requires no prophet's eye to see, that, when England needs posts farther eastward, she will find them among the innumerable green coral islets which stud the Pacific. Turn now your steps homeward, and pause a moment at the Bermudas, "the still vexed Bermoothes." Beautiful isles, with their fresh verdure, green gems in the ocean, with airs soft and balmy as Eden's were!
Is it the God that walked in Eden's grove In the cool hour to seek our guilty sire? The God who dealt with Abraham as the sons Of that old patriarch deal with other men? The jealous God of Moses, one who feels An image as an insult, and is wroth With him who made it and his child unborn?
I think I can set this terrible matter right by speaking to her. Accordingly, Lilias and Phyllis set out with Alethea and Marianne one afternoon to Mrs. Eden's cottage, which stood at the edge of a long field at the top of the hill. Very fast did Lily talk all the way, but she grew more silent as she came to the cottage, and knocked at the door; it was opened by Mrs.
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