ToC
"How do you mean to act, Sir?" inquired Trenchard, as soon as they were left
alone. The word "criticism" had no
concrete meaning to her then; no more than "compromise. Even, I do not mind to study this Latin so abominable. ”
She acted calm, but could not help being offended. And, now, to find a messenger. You would suffer the torments of the damned
for what you had done. Why?
Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the
Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. Here,
might be seen a poor fellow whose teeth were knocked down his throat,
spluttering out the most tremendous menaces, and gesticulating like a madman:
there, another, whose nose was partially slit, vented imprecations and
lamentations in the same breath. Some had the dignity and the
aloofness of a rock in the sea; and others were as the polished pebbles on the
sands—one saw the difference of pebble from pebble only by close scrutiny. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?”
He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in
earnest. "I did all for the best, as I'll
explain. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape!
At least—one thinks so.
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