rth, Matey addressed himself to the guardian and absolving genii

n, in comparison beside their fair fellows, are so little sensationally complex, that his one feeling no

ingless pebbles and shells of life, between the sea's verge and her tent's shelter; hardly her own life to her understanding ye

eet on the sand, her woman's form. He waved, and the figure in the striped tun

, and she is handsome now; and she looks on Matey Weyburn now just as she did then. How strange is the world! Or how if we are the particular person destined to encounter the strange things of the world? And fancy J. Masner, and Pinnett major, and young Oakes (liked nothing better than a pretty girl, he strutted boasting at thirteen), and the Frenchy, and the lot, all popping down at the table, and asked the name of the lady sitting like Queen Esther-how they would roar out! Boys, of course-but men, too!-very few men have a notion of the extraordinary complications and coincidences and cracker- surprises life contains. Here 's an instance; Matey Weyburn positively will wear white ducks to play before Aminta Farrell on the first of May cricketing-day. He happens to have his white ducks on when he sees t

ecent conduct shrieked coquette to him, or any of the abominable titles showe

n you are leaving us?'

happen,' he answered: 'I have one or two t

to make less of the heart's rep

all her by some allying name, he rejected 'friend' for its insufficiency and commonness, notwithstanding the entirely friendly nature of the burden to be spoken. Friend, was a title that ran on quicksands: an excuse that tried for an excuse. He distinguished in himself simultaneously, that the hesitation and beating about

ght to see her course. I fancy I can do that. She 's narrow, but she is not one of the class who look on the working world below them as, we'll say, the scavenger dogs on the plains of Ilium were seen by the Achaeans. And my failure would be no loss to you! Your name shall not be alluded to as empowering me to plead for her help

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the unfolding of the full flower of the woman to him, as she could

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lose, and the place we choose to take in the world. It 's this-I think this describes it. You know the man who builds his house below the sea's level has a sleepless enemy always threatening. His house must be firm and he must look to the dykes. We commit this indiscretion. With a world against us, our love and labour are constantly on trial; we must have great hearts, and if the world is hostile we are not to blame it. In the nature of things it could not be otherwise. My own soul, we have to see that we

dark,' said Aminta, her hand in his, and yet wit

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or life. She said, 'Matthew,' softly in protest; and he said, 'Never once yet!' She was owing to his tenderness. Her deepened voice murmure