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O guardian Zeus that sittest above the clouds, that inhabitest the Kronian hill and honourest the broad river of Alpheos and Ida's holy cave, suppliant to thee I come, making my cry on Lydian flutes, to pray thee that thou wilt glorify this city with brave men's renown.
"Why, two of the married men who come to see me regularly give me more than they give their wives for pin money. And in a few years I'll be having my own respectable business, with ten thousand income maybe more and as well thought of as the next woman." Ida's dream was a house in the country, a fine flat in town, a husband in some "refined" profession and children at high-class schools.
'Not a very profitable way of carrying on business, said Ida. 'He must have had means independent of his trade. 'Well, I don't suppose we shall ever see him again, returned Vernon, cheerfully, somewhat to Ida's disgust; for this indifference to the sudden close of a once enthusiastic friendship argued a lightness and fickleness of disposition in Sir Vernon Palliser.
You know that some strange thing has happened to you, and you must expect to find the explanation as strange as the thing itself; but it is not hard to understand." Ida's eyes were fixed on him with the expression of one listening for her life. "Do you remember being a little girl of nine or ten years old?" he asked. "Oh, yes!" she answered. "I remember that perfectly well."
"A man can't die, ought not to die, like a stupid beast unless he is a beast only; nor should death drag us like trembling captives from the shores of time. And yet I must do one of three things: either wait helplessly and in trembling expectancy, or take cousel of pride, and stubbornly and sullenly meet the future, or else appeal to Ida's Friend.
"You did not know him, it is true; but you must remember hearing that your poor father had been drowned at sea?" Ida's only reply was such a passionate outburst of weeping that her uncle rang the bell in helpless dismay, and was thankful when the old butler lifted the child tenderly in his arms and carried her back to Nurse.
Maria's father and his bride reached home about seven on the Monday night after Thanksgiving. Maria re-entered her old home in the afternoon. Miss Zella Holmes, who was another teacher of hers, went with her. Ida had requested her to open the house. Ida's former boarding-house mistress had cooked a large turkey, and made some cakes and pies and bread.
"I would, gladly, my dear, but I don't know what to tell you about;" and she looked round the room as if there were stories in the furniture which perhaps there were. Ida's eyes followed her, and then she remembered the picture, and said: "Oh! would you please tell me what the writing means under that pretty little sketch?"
"But he has taken rooms for you. You will let me go with you, and show you the house?" "Thank you," was Ida's only reply. They walked together into the main street, and Julian stopped the first empty cab that passed. As he sat opposite to her, his eyes, in spite of himself, kept straying to her face. Gazing at her, Casti's eyes grew dim.
It contained an inclosure in Ida's writing, and this he read first. It ran as follows: "Dear Mr. Cossey, "I am told that you are now able to read letters, so I hasten to write to you. First of all, let me say how thankful I am that you are in a fair way to complete recovery from your dreadful accident.
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