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"I can't guess," she breathed. "Well, I went to Grandoken's " "You could have sent a note," Molly cut in. Theodore looked at her curiously. "I could, but I didn't. I wanted Jinnie to understand " His voice vibrated deeply when he spoke that name, and the listener's love-laden ears caught the change immediately. "Well?" she murmured in question.
And he brought out, after one of the pauses in which he seemed rather breathlessly to measure the chances of his listener's indulgence: "I'm just going over to a little Bible Class I have in Tenth Avenue."
There were many, he was aware, of not sufficient calibre of thought to perceive, of not sufficient education to know, that a mode of service which was effective when outward ceremonies were of more moment than inward feelings, had become all but barbarous at a time when inward conviction was everything, when each word of the minister's lips should fall intelligibly into the listener's heart.
He would claim his listener's attention for any apparently unimportant fact which had a part to play in it: he would say: 'Listen to this description: it will be important.
It was Rose Otway who led Sir John Blake by the hand down the passage. The dreadful sounds coming from Mrs. Robey's sitting-room had died down a little, but they still pierced one listener's heart. "Do be kind to her," whispered the girl. "Think what she must be going through. She was so happy about him this morning " "Yes, yes! You're quite right," he said hastily. "I've been a brute I know that.
Even if it had been light the reeds and undergrowth would have hindered him from seeing anything, and in that darkness the impossibility was emphasised the more strongly; but all the same the faint splash, the light rubbing of wood against wood as the pole seemed to touch the side of the boat, the soft dripping of water, and the silky brushing rustle of the boat among the reeds and withes, joined in painting a mental picture upon the listener's brain till it seemed to Dick that he was seeing with his ears this man in his boat escaping furtively so as not to be heard.
If the listener's words were to be relied on, there was no love, no accommodating principle manifested between the two, but a fiery burning zeal, relating to points of such minor importance that a true Christian would blush to hear them mentioned, and the infidel and profane make a handle of them to turn our religion to scorn.
He says nature fixed it all for them, so that they could be happy and he doesn't want to see it spoiled. He says love ain't treated fair, as a rule, and he wants to see it given a show a real show." At least one pair of deeply interested listener's eyes were fixed upon her. They were the Reverend John Baird's. "It might be a beautiful thing to see," he said. "One does not see it.
She went on, won to further confidence by her listener's sympathy, "I used to hope the wall would one day become so low that I might pass over it. But it has ceased to change, and is still too high. Shall I ever see the other side?" "It can be broken down if need be. But you might go far before finding a world so fair as this.
It was one of those spontaneous, involuntary outbreakings of alarm, that no art can imitate, no pen describe; but which conveys to the listener's ear, terror in the very sound.
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