Eleanor: A Novel

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Harper & Brothers, 1900 - 627 pages
 

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Page 102 - ... to be shining through a mist, the large tremulous mouth, the gently furrowed brow. Those strange forces — "grace" — and "the spirit" — had been the realities, the deciding powers of her childhood, whether in what concerned the great emotions of faith, or the most trivial incidents of ordinary life — writing a letter — inviting a guest — taking a journey. The soul bare before God, depending on no fleshly aid, distracted by no outward rite ; sternly defending its own freedom as a divine...
Page 333 - You think Catholicism is a tyranny, and we must either let the priests oppress us, or throw everything over-board. But it is nothing of the kind. We take what we want of it, and leave the rest. But you ! — if you come over to us, that is another matter ! You have to swallow it all. You must begin even with Adam and Eve ! "
Page 176 - Get two of those boys to carry the baskets. We are to meet the others at the temple. They come by the path from Genzano.' Manisty's brow cleared at once like a child's. He went into the crowd, chattering his easy Italian, and laid hands on two boys, one of whom was straight and lithe and handsome as a young Bacchus, and bore the noble name of Aristodemo. Then, followed by a horde of begging...
Page 331 - ... to the warm, kind face, felt vaguely comforted and calmed by its mere presence. She made room for the Marchesa beside her. But the Marchesa declared that she must go home and drag one of her boys, who was studying for an examination, out for exercise. 'Oh! these examinations — they are horrors^ she said, throwing up her hands. 'No — these poor boys! — and they have no games like the English boys. But you were speaking about the war — about our poor Italy?' She paused. She laid her hand...
Page 460 - Eleanor sank down beside her, hungrily watching her. " How could she sleep like that — if — if she cared?" asked her wild thoughts, and she comforted herself, smiling at her own remorse. Once she touched the girl's hand with her lips, feeling towards her a rush of tenderness that came like dew on the heat of the soul.
Page 79 - — he thought — "like a Sunday-school teacher. But she's handsome." , The real point was, however, that Mrs. Burgoyne had told him to go out and make himself agreeable, and he was accustomed to obey orders from that quarter. "Doesn't he read it to you all day and all night?
Page 172 - Like any other dangerous firework — your simile is excellent.' 'Dangerous!' — she threw back her head — 'to the blind and the cripples.' 'Who are the larger half of mankind. Precisely.' She hesitated, then could not restrain herself. 'But you're not concerned?' 'I? Oh dear, no. I can be trusted with fireworks. Besides I'm not a Catholic.' 'Is that fair? — to stand outside slavery — and praise it?' 'Why not? — if it suits my purpose?' The girl was silent. Manisty glanced at Eleanor; she...
Page 181 - The next train should bring them here in about an hour," she thought to herself in great flatness of spirit. " How stupid of Reggie !" Then as she lifted her eyes, they .fell upon Manisty and Lucy, strolling along the wall together, he talking, she turning her brilliant young face towards him, her white dress shining in the sun. A thought — a perception — thrust itself like a lance-point through Eleanor's mind. — She gave an inward cry — a cry of misery. The lake seemed to swim before her....
Page 9 - Before them, beneath them indeed, stretched a scene, majestic, incomparable. The old villa in which they stood was built high on the ridge of the Alban Hills. Below it, olive-grounds and vineyards, plough-lands and pine plantations sank, slope after slope, fold after fold, to the Campagna. And beyond the Campagna, along the whole shining line of the west, the sea met the sunset; while to the north, a dim and scattered whiteness rising from the plain — was Rome.
Page 82 - And he turned to her with the brightest, most confiding manner, as though he had been the friend of her cradle. 'Who?' said Lucy, bewildered — 'the tall gentleman with the white hair?

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