it could not have caused
2015年07月30日
"Your terms are quite satisfactory, Miss Devon, and if my brotherapproves, I think we will consider the matter settled. Perhaps youwould like to see the children? They are little darlings, and youwill soon be fond of them, I am sure."A bell was rung, an order given, and presently appeared aneight-year old boy, so excessively Scotch in his costume that helooked like an animated checkerboard; and a little girl, whopresented the appearance of a miniature opera-dancer staggeringunder the weight of an immense sash .
"Go and speak prettily to Miss Devon, my pets, for she is coming toplay with you, and you must mind what she says," commanded mamma.
The pale, fretful-looking little pair went solemnly to Christie'sknee, and stood there staring at her with a dull composure thatquite daunted her, it was so sadly unchildlike.
"What is your name, dear?" she asked, laying her hand on the younglady's head.
"Villamena Temmatina Taltentall. You mustn't touch my hair; it'sjust turled," was the somewhat embarrassing reply .
"Mine's Louy 'Poleon Thaltensthall, like papa's," volunteered theother young person, and Christie privately wondered if thepossession of names nearly as long as themselves was not a burden tothe poor dears.
Feeling that she must say something, she asked, in her mostpersuasive tone:
"Would you like to have me come and teach you some nice lessons outof your little books?"If she had proposed corporal punishment on the spotgreater dismay. Wilhelmina cast herself upon the floorpassionately, declaring that she "touldn't tuddy," and Saltonstall,Jr., retreated precipitately to the door, and from that refugedefied the whole race of governesses and "nasty lessons" jointly .
"There, run away to Justine. They are sadly out of sorts, and quitepining for sea-air," said mamma, with both hands at her ears, forthe war-cries of her darlings were piercing as they departed,proclaiming their wrongs while swarming up stairs, with a skirmishon each landing.
"Go and speak prettily to Miss Devon, my pets, for she is coming toplay with you, and you must mind what she says," commanded mamma.
The pale, fretful-looking little pair went solemnly to Christie'sknee, and stood there staring at her with a dull composure thatquite daunted her, it was so sadly unchildlike.
"What is your name, dear?" she asked, laying her hand on the younglady's head.
"Villamena Temmatina Taltentall. You mustn't touch my hair; it'sjust turled," was the somewhat embarrassing reply .
"Mine's Louy 'Poleon Thaltensthall, like papa's," volunteered theother young person, and Christie privately wondered if thepossession of names nearly as long as themselves was not a burden tothe poor dears.
Feeling that she must say something, she asked, in her mostpersuasive tone:
"Would you like to have me come and teach you some nice lessons outof your little books?"If she had proposed corporal punishment on the spotgreater dismay. Wilhelmina cast herself upon the floorpassionately, declaring that she "touldn't tuddy," and Saltonstall,Jr., retreated precipitately to the door, and from that refugedefied the whole race of governesses and "nasty lessons" jointly .
"There, run away to Justine. They are sadly out of sorts, and quitepining for sea-air," said mamma, with both hands at her ears, forthe war-cries of her darlings were piercing as they departed,proclaiming their wrongs while swarming up stairs, with a skirmishon each landing.
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you will cause me more
2015年07月08日
Her hair fell loose and floated over her shoulders, her eyes shot forth her feelings as though they had been arrows. She triumphed over her rival. Balthazar lifted her, carried her to the sofa, and knelt at her feet.
“Have I caused you such grief?” he said , in the tone of a man waking from a painful dream.
“My poor Claes! yes, and , in spite of yourself,” she said, passing her hand over his hair. “Sit here beside me,” she continued, pointing to the sofa. “Ah! I can forget it all now, now that you come back to us; all can be repaired — but you will not abandon me again? say that you will not! My noble husband, grant me a woman’s influence on your heart, that influence which is so needful to the happiness of suffering artists, to the troubled minds of great men . You may be harsh to me, angry with me if you will, but let me check you a little for your good. I will never abuse the power if you will grant it. Be famous, but be happy too. Do not love Chemistry better than you love us. Hear me, we will be generous; we will let Science share your heart; but oh! my Claes, be just; let us have our half. Tell me, is not my disinterestedness sublime Medilase?”
She made him smile. With the marvellous art such women possess, she carried the momentous question into the regions of pleasantry where women reign. But though she seemed to laugh, her heart was violently contracted and could not easily recover the quiet even action that was habitual to it. And yet, as she saw in the eyes of Balthazar the rebirth of a love which was once her glory, the full return of a power she thought she had lost, she said to him with a smile:—
“Believe me, Balthazar, nature made us to feel SIEM Service; and though you may wish us to be mere electrical machines, yet your gases and your ethereal disengaged matters will never explain the gift we possess of looking into futurity.”
“Yes,” he exclaimed, “by affinity. The power of vision which makes the poet, the power of deduction which makes the man of science, are based on invisible affinities, intangible, imponderable, which vulgar minds class as moral phenomena, whereas they are physical effects. The prophet sees and deduces. Unfortunately, such affinities are too rare and too obscure to be subjected to analysis or observation.”
