Eleanor: A Novel

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Harper & Brothers, 1900 - 627 pages

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Page 38 - Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Page 2 - I would I could adopt your will, See with your eyes, and set my heart Beating by yours, and drink my fill At your soul's springs - your part my part In life, for good and ill.
Page 336 - 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 105 - sweet woman," meek as a dove in household life, yet capable of the fiercest ardors as a preacher and missionary, gathering rough laborers into barns and by the wayside, and dying before her time, worn out by the imperious energies of religion. Lucy had always before her the eyes that seemed 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...
Page 179 - 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 463 - 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 82 - ... adorned, moreover, by a fair mustache, and an expression at once confident and appealing. Was this the ''delightful boy" from the Embassy Mrs. Burgoyne had- announced to her? No doubt. The color rose softly in her cheek. She was not accustomed to young gentlemen with such a manner and such a savoir-faire. "Won't you sit down?" She moved sedately to one side of the bench. He settled himself at once, fanning himself with his hat, and looking at her discreetly. "You're American, aren't you? You...
Page 175 - 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 184 - 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 12 - 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.

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