face of the gentleman turning at times to his companion's, which steadily fronted the gale. She left the ensuing to a prayer for their g

acier-the wound to her own sisterly pride rankling as an injury to her sex, might be can

ave to hoist the signal- and how? The prospect was dumb-foundering. She had to think of appeasing her Emma. Redworth,

s" do in weather li

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require a shepherd o

will be useful

chooner in the Channel, she is at your command

t birds-things of natur

luge and the wreck. Nothing on ea

why should the schoo

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l safe without the w

work even when he's bilious: only, in that case, occurring about onc

men of action t

much for a bi

: she might say what she would. He helped nowhere to a lead; and so quick are the changes of mood at such mo

schooner? Her name

you to chr

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k a li

k, but she did

ed her

w and crescent protect her! To me

d life . . . !' He checked his

mented matter- of-fact, as she is wedded, with a 'wilt thou,' and 'I will,' and no decorative illusions. Downright, for the unpoet

coasts. I had a trial of my sail

mall butterfly bit of freedom, so that she might suddenly feel in haven, at peace with her expectant Emma. He could have seen the inviting consciousness, but he was absurdly watchful

gainst timb

s, it might seem; until entering the larch and firwood along the beaten heights, there was a rocking and straining of the shallow-rooted trees in a

A right good unimpulsive gentleman: the sam

taproots,' he observ

d and chirruped on the verge of the slop

the little hand, s

linked and shook; even the man was shaken. But their arms were interlinked and they grappled; the batter

said: 'It's harder to keep

nd took his breath more than

he veil,

do not w

ugitive of the wilds, no longer

ged to me, was the sig

life'. Do you

he pleading lang

petitioning. Yes, as far as concerns this hand of mine, if you hold it worthy of you.

weed; but the placid diversion ba

rday with a flaunting mind and not a suspicion of a likeness. How foolish I was! I coul

sk. You withdraw you

ut my cottage is in sight. I have a growing love for the place.

gement to live together amiably, unvexed by that barbarous old fowl and falcon interlude. Cool herself, she imagined the same of him, having good grounds for the delusion; so they passed through the cottage-garden and beneath the low porchway, into her little sitting-room, where she was pr

ast-locked, undergoing a change greater than the sea works; her thoughts on

darling, I could leave you for years, and call you wife, and be sure of you. I could swear it for you-m

an idea in her head! Bound verily to be thankful for such love, on hearing that it dated from the night in Ireland . . . . 'So in love with you that, on my soul, your happiness was my marrow- whatever you wished; anything y

shamed glimpses of recollections. 'I hear you have again been defending me. I told you, I think, I wished I had begun my girl's life in a cottage. All that I have had to endu

ural

lpa

ngs you

a muddy

as full faith i

ffeted, as we were just now on the hill

est society, like a f

salmon to the

een admiration of the tongue that always

with a message, her submission and her personal pride were not so much at variance: perhaps because her buzzing head had no ideas. 'Tell Emma you have undertaken to wash the blackamoor as white as she can be,' she said perversely, in her spite at herself for not coming, as it were, out of

ng regret for the loss of that fair fame she had sacrificed to him, and could not bring to her truer lover: though it was but the outer view of herself-the world's view; only she was generous and of honest conscience, and but for the sake of her truer lover, she would mentally have allowed the world to lash and abuse her, without a plea of material purity. Could it be named? The naming of it in her

s of social applause could appear preferable: she strained her shattered wits to try them. As for her superlunary sphere, it was in fragments; and she mused on the singularity, considering that she was not deeply enamoured. Was she so at all? The question drove her to embrace the dignity of being reasonable-under Emmy's guidance. For she did not stand firmly alone; her st

rprised, both by the man and her unprotesting submission; surprised and warmed, unaccountably warmed. Clearness of mind in the woman chaste by nature, however little ignorant it allowed her to be in the general review of herself, could not compass the immediately personal, with its acknowledgement of her subserviency to touch and pressure-and more, stranger, her readiness to kindle. She left it unexplained. Unconsciously the image of Dacier was effaced. Looking backward, her heart was moved to her long-constant lover with most p

!' she chimed with Emma Dunstane

Four Quarters and be blessed by the nations! Only, avoid your tr

I want the flavour. A girl would be satisfied wit

s the superhuman excellence in a man, she may be very well

d for her to fall into the water

as been h

ict, bearing a story of the sea; empty of ideas. I remember

mmand of the "derelict" a wee

the larger Union, in the Irishwoman's bestowal of her hand on the open-minded Englishman she had learned to trust. The aureole glimmered transiently: she could neither think highly of the woman about to be wedded, nor poetically of the man; nor, therefore, rosily of the ceremony, nor other than vacuously of life. And yet, as she avowed to Emma, she had gathered the three rarest g

n that the granting of any of her heart's wild wishes in those days would have lowered her-or frozen. Dacier was a coldly luminous image; still a tolling name; no longer conceivably her mate. Recollection rocked, not she. The politician and citi

lse for the sake of stirring afresh some sentiment he had roused; and he repeated his high opinion of the orator's political wisdom: whereby was revived in her memory a certain reprehensible view, belonging to her period of mock-girlish naughtiness-too vile!-as to his paternal benevolence, now to clear vision the loftiest manli

eve. Redworth had his impulse. He kept it under,-she felt the big breath he drew in. Imagination began busily building a nest for him, and enthus

be married out of her cottage, a widow, a cottager, a woman under a cloud; yes, a sober person taking at last a right practical step, to please her two best friends. The change was marked. She wished to hide it, wished to confide it. Emma was asked: 'How is he this morning?' and at the answer, describing his fresh and spirit

a love

ide,' s

r the prize he takes, though it feels itself at present rather like a Christmas bon

rdial elde

she suffers. And it may have been a bit my fault. Blind that I was! When you say "cordial elder brother,"

when you meet him th

reature for her marriage-with the man of men had a tinge from the hymenaeal brand, exulting over

down to the chur

ive. He walks, with your Arthur and Mr

he direction of the hill. 'That is s

charging permissible common words with explosive meanings:- she was in an amorous palpitation, of the reflected state. After several knockings and enterings of the bedchamber-door, she came hurriedly to say: 'And your pillow,

ore descending to step i

d, 'are not your views

a lamp close to the eyes or a ra

ing to think ho

or discolour things, it is our senses in revolt, and they have made the sovereign brain their drudge. I heard you whisper; with your very breath in my ear: "There is nothing the body suffers

re that her nature was working sanely, and that she accepted her happiness, and bore love for a dower to her husband. No blushing confession of the wom

strewing of flowers;-and of her murmur to Tony, entering the churchyard, among the grave-mounds: 'Old Ireland won't repent it!' and Tony's rejoinder, at the sight of the bridegroom advancing, beaming: 'A singular transformation of Old England!'-and how, having numberless ready sources of laughter and tears down the run of their heart-in-heart intimacy, all spouting up for a word in the happy tremour of the moment, they had both bitten their lips and blinked on a moisture of the eyelids. Now the dear woman was really wedded, wedded and mated. Her letters breathed, in their own lively or thoughtful flow, of the perfect mating. Emma gazed into the depths of the waves of crimson, where brilliancy of colour came out of central heaven preternaturally near on earth, till one shade less brilliant seemed an ebbing away to boundless remoteness. Angelical and mortal mixed, making the glory

ing,

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his morning the for

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erything she wishes

half a grain less,

likewise, and scand

masterstroke to ge

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a good stick a

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is to think happiness

secret that h

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spiri

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for proving,

ourselves are t

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