lamp was incapable of penetrating the fog. He groped with
"Why, you little goose, what can be wrong in it?"
"In the first place, I miss going to church by setting out at two," said Ruth, a little gravely.
"Only for once. Surely you don't see any harm in missing church for once? You will go in the morning, you know."
"I wonder if Mrs. Mason would think it right--if she would allow it?"
"No, I dare say not. But you don't mean to be governed by Mrs. Mason's notions of right and wrong. She thought it right to treat that poor girl Palmer in the way you told me about. You would think that wrong, you know, and so would every one of sense and feeling. Come, Ruth, don't pin your faith on any one, but judge for yourself. The pleasure is perfectly innocent: it is not a selfish pleasure either, for I shall enjoy it to the full as much as you will. I shall like to see the places where you spent your childhood; I shall almost love them as much as you do." He had dropped his voice; and spoke in low, persuasive tones. Ruth hung down her head, and blushed with exceeding happiness; but she could not speak, even to urge her doubts afresh. Thus it was in a manner settled.
How delightfully happy the plan made her through the coming week! She was too young when her mother died to have received any cautions or words of advice respecting the subject of a woman's life--if, indeed, wise parents ever directly speak of what, in its depth and power, cannot be put into words--which is a brooding spirit with no definite form or shape that men should know it, but which is there, and present before we have recognised and realised its existence. Ruth was innocent and snow-pure. She had heard of falling in love, but did not know the signs and symptoms thereof; nor, indeed, had she troubled her head much about them. Sorrow had filled up her days, to the exclusion of all lighter thoughts than the consideration of present duties, and the remembrance of the happy time which had been. But the interval of blank, after the loss of her mother and during her father's life-in-death, had made her all the more ready to value and cling to sympathy--first from Jenny, and now from Mr. Bellingham. To see her home again, and to see it with him; to show him (secure of his interest) the haunts of former times, each with its little tale of the past--of dead-and-gone events!--No coming shadow threw its gloom over this week's dream of happiness--a dream which was too bright to be spoken about to common and indifferent ears.
Sunday came, as brilliant as if there were no sorrow, or death, or guilt in the world; a day or two of rain had made the earth fresh and brave as the blue heavens above. Ruth thought it was too strong a realisation of her hopes, and looked for an over-clouding at noon; but the glory endured, and at two o'clock she was in the Leasowes, with a beating heart full of joy, longing to stop the hours, which would pass too quickly through the afternoon.
- could trust. To them he explained his plans and the rich
- It was a mighty and majestic scene, which the loneliness
- my judgment, be swift, clear, and direct, with as little
- for their own sake, and not to earn money by them. I should
- all the inhabitants came down to the beach to see us pitch
- was revealed beyond, running at right angles into the side
- since here malaria seemed to have a favourite home. Only
- edge of nothingness; indeed, it seemed to me that when
- good old blooms of northern Europe which My Dear had so
- been worn, must have adorned the hand of Taia some 3500
- to understand the hope and beauty of it, and though doubtless
- While Jebb was engaged in the affairs of the mine I wandered
- very slowly northward along the trail that connects with
- of death, and often I think that as sometimes we grow away
- place should be but a scented purgatory where, in payment
- reader? At the best that reader must help him out, must
- either a watch or a clock; and an old man who was supposed
- Mrs. Jebb called us to their bedroom. She had a paper in
- and holds the earth in her embracing arms. Then, as at
- What a land of bloodshed Mexico has been, is still, in
- The other he ordered straight westward with orders to halt
- Undertook later to contest East Norfolk — Difficult constituency
- it should never be given up to Government or to any Spaniard.
- value. The faculty of imaginative insight must be a part
- very slowly northward along the trail that connects with
- It needs no great stretch of fancy to believe that in some
- me with the result that I should have rushed, bewildered
- may even be romances of microbes which will fix the attention
- end of the apartment. A steady stream of dirty water was
- where, with Mr. Jebb, we were the guests of a gentleman
- success and money to do some little good to others. If
- but had in Suffolk25 and Norfolk. . . . One branch of the
- was anxious to examine a reported coal-mine which turned
- on some occasions, and notably in the instance of “Eric
- think of something “big and beautiful,” something that
- where she called, and thence proceed with them to the States
- The people here live chiefly on shell-fish and potatoes.
- think. You know all the old world legends: there must be
- those few years. His sufferings were short; his little
- were active in the country through which we had to pass,
- a pound of sugar or an ordinary knife. No individual possessed
- chances and often gets away. It’s all a matter of thinking.
- within a yard or two of the verandah, just beyond a beautiful
- was discovered. It was grey in colour, but, if I remember
- He divided his small following into two parties, entrusting
- possibly have any touch. Homer and others bring such supernormal
- I shall recoil afraid, to rejoice that life should close
- but it is false; for such sorrow time has no salves. I
- freedom from doubt and questioning. Baynes had urged her
- take up some useful occupation that is more congenial.