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She had been obliged to attend to her father and watch over her little brother, and though neither task had seemed congenial to her disposition, the honest endeavour to do them rightly had produced the affection born of solicitude towards her father, and the strong warm tenderness of the true mother-sister towards little Alwyn.
No doubt Gregorio would have been delighted to see her married, and to be thus free from any counter influence over his master; but as she said to herself, 'Catch me! Even if I cared a rush for the man, I could not do it. I don't do my poor father much good, but as to leaving poor little Alwyn in his clutches I must be perfectly demented with love even to think of it.
To the right and to the left, what remained of the cavalry of Warwick were seen flying fast, gone the lances of Oxford, the bills of Somerset. Exeter, pierced by the shaft of Alwyn, was lying cold and insensible, remote from the contest, and deserted even by his squires.
"Pray, how can you separate life from its worldly appendages?" inquired a satirical-looking gentleman opposite "Life IS the world, and the things of the world; when we lose sight of the world, we lose ourselves, in short, we die, and the world is at an end, and we with it. That's plain practical philosophy." "Possibly it may he called philosophy" returned Alwyn "It is not Christianity."
The frenzied shouts and encores, however brought him once more before the excited public, to play a set of Spanish dances, fanciful and delicate as the gamboling of a light breeze over rose-gardens and dashing fountains, and when this wonder-music ceased, Alwyn woke from tranced rapture into enthusiasm, and joined in the thunders of applause with fervent warmth and zeal.
It was with difficulty that Olivia could induce him to come to the table, and then he could not eat; his eyes looked feverishly bright, and his cough made Greta glance at him anxiously. When tea was over Olivia left the room for a little. Alwyn had utterly refused to go to bed until he had seen Dr.
And by and by, out of a pocket-book bearing the date of the General's death, came a copy of the certificate of the baptism of Ursula Alice, daughter of Alwyn Piercefield and Alice Egremont, together with that address which Miss Headworth had left at Dieppe to gratify Alice's forlorn idea of a possible rescue, and which Gregorio had asseverated to be non-existent.
Hither, in a short time, Alwyn had the happiness of leading Sibyll, and witnessing the delighted reunion of the child and father.
"I stung him there," muttered Alwyn, as he withdrew. "Oh, fool that I was to nay, I thought it never, I did but dream it. What wonder we traders hate these silken lords! They reap, we sow; they trifle, we toil; they steal with soft words into the hearts which Oh, Marmaduke, thou art right-right! Stout men sit not down to weep beneath the willow.
It is the old story over again 'ye cannot serve God and Mammon, and all Art is a portion of God, a descending of the Divine into Humanity." Alwyn sat for a minute silent and thoughtful. "A descending of the Divine into Humanity!" he repeated slowly "It seems to me that 'miracle' is forever being enacted and yet ... we doubt!" "WE do not doubt " said Heliobas "WE know, we have touched Reality!
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