John: a love story, Том 2

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William Blackwood and Sons, 1870

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Стр. 26 - ... scale, for love, without even giving him its natural compensations. An imprudent marriage is a different thing, for there the consequences are inevitable when once the step has been taken, and have to be borne, will he nill he. But to make love his all — the sole object and meaning of his life — there was in this a certain humiliation which by turns overwhelmed John's fortitude and courage. To give up happiness for higher aims is surely more worthy, more noble, more fit, than to give up everything...
Стр. 59 - He groaned in his solitude, and put up his hand to his eyes, and despised himself. " I had better cry over it, like a sick baby," he said to himself, with savage irony ; and oh to think that was all, all he could do ! Next morning John insisted on getting up in utter disobedience to his doctor. He had his arm in a sling, but what did that matter 'and he had still the plaster on the cuts on his forehead. He tried to read, but that was not possible. He wrote to his mother as best he could with his...
Стр. 314 - Upon which John took his mother in his arms, and kissed her as he had not done for long, and hurried out with tears in his eyes, and a heart as light as a feather. How the whole world had changed ! He looked up at the light in her window as he sped along towards the station, and his whole being melted in a flood of tenderness. She was not a lady of romance — not a peerless princess above all soil of human weakness — but one that did wrong and was sorry, and would do wrong again, perhaps, and...
Стр. 33 - Pray don't think for a moment that such a thing is likely to happen," said John. " Well — well — if I am too presumptuous in supposing anything I say to be likely to move you ; " Huntley went on, with a restrained smile — "but you really must not do Miss Crediton injustice through any clumsiness of mine. It came about in the most natural way. She was afraid there had been some little sparring between her father and yourself, and was VOL. CVIL — NO. DCLIIL anxious, as in her position it was...
Стр. 269 - nice" all this autumn — very attentive and assiduous, and anxious to smooth her path for her. To be sure he had not been quite disinterested ; but then, when is a man disinterested ? One does not expect it of them, Kate reflected; in short, perhaps one prefers, on the whole, that they should look for a reward, to be given or withheld as the idol wills. Such is the true position of the creature called a "man...
Стр. 290 - Never mind him," said Kate, faintly ; " what does it matter about them and their lunch ? Oh, Parsons, I am so very miserable!" VOL. II. T * sobbed the poor girl. No, she did not mean to betray herself; but still a little sympathy, though not enough to touch the very skirts of her grievance, she must have. "Are you indeed, Miss?" said Parsons. " I am sure I'm very, very sorry ; but if it's only the headache it can't last. There, I'll put a wet handkerchief on your poor head ; perhaps that will do...
Стр. 55 - I tell you," he added, angrily ; " don't let us speak of it any more." " My dear Mr Mitford," said Mr Whichelo, " I don't wish to interfere ; but I am the father of a family myself, with grown-up sons, and I don't like to see a young man give way to wrong feeling. The gentleman did a most friendly action. I don't know, I am sure, if you would have died — but — he meant well, there can be no doubt of that.
Стр. 261 - I am not trying to undermine him, Kate, darling ; I helieve in my heart that I would rather the one of us had you who could make you the happiest. It sounds strange, but it is true. If I grant that he loves you as well as I do, would not that be allowing a great deal ? but, Kate, think what a change it would be for you ; and he would not know so well as I should how to make you happy," Fred added, bending over her, and pressing •close to him the hand which still rested on his arm. It was wrong...
Стр. 264 - that is well ! that you should be the one to blame me for listening ; but I shall do it no more." "It is because you are driving me half mad," he said. And what was Kate to do? It was such a strange sensation to see Fred Huntley, a man of the world, standing there pleading before her, driven half mad. Was it possible ? If it had been any other man indeed. But Fred! And his voice was full of emotion, his hands trembled, he pleaded with an earnestness that filled her with mingled pity and curiosity...
Стр. 308 - Kate !" And then, all at once, the darkness stirred, and a little black figure formed itself out of the night, and glided into the window. Was it a ghost ? was it she, killed by unkindness, come to pay them a visit on her way to heaven ? The mother and son thought so for one dreadful moment Her face was as pale as death ; her dress all black as the night out of which she came. Mrs. Mitford gave a wild shriek, of which she was not sensible, and fell back on her son, who held her, and gazed and gasped....

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