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God is love, and His great purpose kind. Surely, when you think of it, the existence in man of the senses of love and pity implies the probability of their existence elsewhere in the universe too. 'Into that breast which brings the rose Shall I with shuddering fall. So runs the profoundest thought in modern poetry and need I say it is Mr. Meredith's?
When she was out of sight, he needed to make no allowance for her defects, to reproach himself with no overt acts of disloyalty to Hope, to recognize no criticisms of his own intellect or conscience. He could resign himself to his reveries, and pursue them into new subtleties day by day. There was Mrs. Meredith's house, too, where they had been so happy.
"I will work and teach and learn and laugh, yes, I will even laugh through all my years, because of you and because of what you gave when you followed the call." Rilla meant to keep Walter's letter as a a sacred treasure. But, seeing the look on Una Meredith's face when Una had read it and held it back to her, she thought of something. Could she do it?
It is as marked as Meredith's, and it is much of the same kind; like that writer's great lady, Mrs. Mountstuart Jenkinson, he preferred persons "that shone in the sun." This had nothing whatever to do with qualities of the heart; it was all an æsthetic predilection.
"Nor will I dine here Wednesday, though you do your worst." "Tush! Do as ye please as to that, but come in here now, for I have a thing to say that concerns Miss Meredith's happiness." "And what is that?" demanded the baronet, as he entered. "I see by the G. O. that ye are named one of the commissioners to arrange a cartel of exchange with the rebels at Germantown to-day."
Meredith's parlors as a soul sick of the world's vanities, an urban spirit that hungered for country righteousness. During a walk one day through the gardens she paused under the boughs of a weeping willow and recited, "Cromwell, I charge thee fling away ambition " She uniformly imparted to Mrs. Meredith the assurance that with her alone she could lay aside all disguises.
"'Member the day she dropped that steer, Bill?" went on Hi. "What was that?" I asked, eager for a yarn. "Oh, nuthin'," said Bill. "Nuthin'!" retorted Hi. "Pretty big nuthin'!" "What was it?" I urged. "Oh, Bill here did some funny work at old Meredith's round-up, but he don't speak of it. He's shy, you see," and Hi grinned.
Miss Meredith's dinner-parties were very special treats; about once a fortnight she entertained half a dozen girls at her own dinner-table and, when Nancy had told Judith about these parties, Judith had taken it for granted that they would be partners if they happened to be invited together. And now Sally May was going with Nancy!
Spring 1917. XXI. Lent, 1918 It was Meredith's country, and Atlantic weather in Lent. The downs were dilated and clear as though seen through crystal. A far company of pines on the high skyline were magnified into delicate inky figures. The vacant sward below them was as lucent as the slope of a vast approaching wave.
Meredith's words were shaken by an emotion beyond Thornton's comprehension; they further aroused the brute in him. "This comes of locks and bars!" he sneered, recalling Doris's expression, "but, damn it all, unless you were more fool than most girls you might have saved yourself."
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