IT is a fault oneself to praise,
IT is a fault oneself to praise,
He has been ten years in the service and has done good work. He hasthe reputation of being hot-headed and impetuous, but a straight,honest man. We have nothing against him. He was next Sidney Johnson inthe office. His duties brought him into daily, personal contact withthe plans. No one else had the handling of them.Youre very kind, Mr. Holmes.
As the moment of interview approached, her agitation increased so much, that she almost resolved to excuse herself under what could scarcely be called a pretence of illness; and, when she considered what could be said, either concerning herself, or the fate of her aunt, she was equally hopeless as to the event of her entreaty, and terrified as to its effect upon the vengeful spirit of Montoni. Yet, to pretend ignorance of her death, appeared, in some degree, to be sharing its criminality, and, indeed, this event was the only ground, on which Emily could rest her petition for leaving Udolpho.My dear children, pursued the black marble clergyman, withpathos, this is a sad, a melancholy occasion; for it becomes myduty to warn you, that this girl, who might be one of Gods own lambs,is a little castaway: not a member of the true flock, but evidently aninterloper and an alien. You must be on your guard against her; youmust shun her example; if necessary, avoid her company, exclude herfrom your sports, and shut her out from your converse. Teachers, youmust watch her: keep your eyes on her movements, weigh well her words,scrutinise her actions, punish her body to save her soul: if,indeed, such salvation be possible, for (my tongue falters while Itell it) this girl, this child, the native of a Christian land,worse than many a little heathen who says its prayers to Brahma andkneels before Juggernaut this girl is a liar!The landlord pricked up his ears.
Yes!And to God, too, all is known.
It was destined, however, that all my professional caution should bewasted, for next morning the problem obtruded itself upon us in such away that it was impossible to ignore it, and our country visit tooka turn which neither of us could have anticipated. We were atbreakfast when the colonels butler rushed in with all his proprietyshaken out of him.
Long did the hours seem while I waited the departure of thecompany, and listened for the sound of Bessies step on the stairs:sometimes she would come up in the interval to seek her thimble or herscissors, or perhaps to bring me something by way of supper a bunor a cheesecake then she would sit on the bed while I ate it, andwhen I had finished, she would tuck the clothes round me, and twiceshe kissed me, and said, Good night, Miss Jane. When thus gentle,Bessie seemed to me the best, prettiest, kindest being in the world;and I wished most intensely that she would always be so pleasant andamiable, and never push me about, or scold, or task me unreasonably,as she was too often wont to do. Bessie, Lee must, I think, havebeen a girl of good natural capacity, for she was smart in all shedid, and had a remarkable knack of narrative; so, at least, I judgefrom the impression made on me by her nursery tales. She was prettytoo, if my recollections of her face and person are correct. Iremember her as a slim young woman, with black hair, dark eyes, verynice features, and good, clear complexion; but she had a capriciousand hasty temper, and indifferent ideas of principle or justice:still, such as she was, I preferred her to any one else at GatesheadHall.We drew close together as Rudolf began his answer. Sapt alone lay back in his chair. The queen also had resumed her seat; she seemed to pay little heed to what we said. I think that she was still engrossed with the struggle and tumult in her own soul. The sin of which she accused herself, and the joy to which her whole being sprang in a greeting which would not be abashed, were at strife between themselves, but joined hands to exclude from her mind any other thought.
It seemed to me incredible that such a charge could be sustained. Ithought that if we waited the whole thing must clear itself up withoutour being compelled to enter into painful details of the inner life ofthe family. But I understand that far from clearing it has become evenmore serious.You are all wrong.
Wide is the prospect here,On hearing himself called Polendina for the third time,Geppetto lost his head with rage and threw himself uponthe carpenter. Then and there they gave each other asound thrashing.