ISBN: 9780217928946

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 edition. Excerpt: ...to select me. The fingers of the young lady commenced twisting and intertwining on her lap. Suddenly she laughed: It would not do at all. You won''t be dismissed from your present service till you''re unfit for any other. What do you mean? said Evan, thinking more of the unmusical laugh than of the words. He received no explanation, and the irksome silence caused him to look through the window as an escape for his mind, at least. The waters streamed on endlessly into the golden arms awaiting them. The low moon burnt through the foliage. In the distance, over a reach of the flood, one tall aspen shook against the lighted sky. Are you in pain? Miss Bonner asked, and broke his reverie. No; I am going away, and perhaps I sigh involuntarily. You like these grounds? I have never been so happy in any place. With those cruel young men about you? Evan now laughed. We don''t call young men cruel, Miss Bonner. But were they not? To take advantage of what Rose told them--it was base! She had said more than she intended, possibly, for she coloured under his inquiring look, and added: I wish I could say the same as you of Beckley. Do you know, I am called Rose''s thorn? Not by Miss Jocelyn herself, certainly! How eager you are to defend her. But am I not--tell me--do I not look like a thorn in company with her? There is but the difference that ill health would make. 111 health? Oh, yes! And Rose is so much better born. To that, I am sure, she does not give a thought. Not Rose? Oh! An exclamation, properly lengthened, convinces the feelings more satisfactorily than much logic. Though Evan claimed only the handkerchief he had won, his heart sank at the sound. Miss Bonner watched him, and springing forward, said sharply: May... George Meredith, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, Literary, Evan Harrington Volume 3 Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction>Literary, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9780217928946

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 edition. Excerpt: ...to select me. The fingers of the young lady commenced twisting and intertwining on her lap. Suddenly she laughed: It would not do at all. You won''t be dismissed from your present service till you''re unfit for any other. What do you mean? said Evan, thinking more of the unmusical laugh than of the words. He received no explanation, and the irksome silence caused him to look through the window as an escape for his mind, at least. The waters streamed on endlessly into the golden arms awaiting them. The low moon burnt through the foliage. In the distance, over a reach of the flood, one tall aspen shook against the lighted sky. Are you in pain? Miss Bonner asked, and broke his reverie. No; I am going away, and perhaps I sigh involuntarily. You like these grounds? I have never been so happy in any place. With those cruel young men about you? Evan now laughed. We don''t call young men cruel, Miss Bonner. But were they not? To take advantage of what Rose told them--it was base! She had said more than she intended, possibly, for she coloured under his inquiring look, and added: I wish I could say the same as you of Beckley. Do you know, I am called Rose''s thorn? Not by Miss Jocelyn herself, certainly! How eager you are to defend her. But am I not--tell me--do I not look like a thorn in company with her? There is but the difference that ill health would make. 111 health? Oh, yes! And Rose is so much better born. To that, I am sure, she does not give a thought. Not Rose? Oh! An exclamation, properly lengthened, convinces the feelings more satisfactorily than much logic. Though Evan claimed only the handkerchief he had won, his heart sank at the sound. Miss Bonner watched him, and springing forward, said sharply: May... George Meredith, Books, Fiction and Literature, Evan Harrington Volume 3 Books>Fiction and Literature, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9780217928946

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 edition. Excerpt: ...to select me. The fingers of the young lady commenced twisting and intertwining on her lap. Suddenly she laughed: It would not do at all. You won''t be dismissed from your present service till you''re unfit for any other. What do you mean? said Evan, thinking more of the unmusical laugh than of the words. He received no explanation, and the irksome silence caused him to look through the window as an escape for his mind, at least. The waters streamed on endlessly into the golden arms awaiting them. The low moon burnt through the foliage. In the distance, over a reach of the flood, one tall aspen shook against the lighted sky. Are you in pain? Miss Bonner asked, and broke his reverie. No; I am going away, and perhaps I sigh involuntarily. You like these grounds? I have never been so happy in any place. With those cruel young men about you? Evan now laughed. We don''t call young men cruel, Miss Bonner. But were they not? To take advantage of what Rose told them--it was base! She had said more than she intended, possibly, for she coloured under his inquiring look, and added: I wish I could say the same as you of Beckley. Do you know, I am called Rose''s thorn? Not by Miss Jocelyn herself, certainly! How eager you are to defend her. But am I not--tell me--do I not look like a thorn in company with her? There is but the difference that ill health would make. 111 health? Oh, yes! And Rose is so much better born. To that, I am sure, she does not give a thought. Not Rose? Oh! An exclamation, properly lengthened, convinces the feelings more satisfactorily than much logic. Though Evan claimed only the handkerchief he had won, his heart sank at the sound. Miss Bonner watched him, and springing forward, said sharply: May... George Meredith, Books, Fiction and Literature, Evan Harrington Volume 3 Books>Fiction and Literature <