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After the Storm by T.S. Arthur: Chapter IV. Under the Cloud.

after the storm arthur t s

Sternly holding to her act as right, she strengthened herself in suffering, and bore her pain as if it were a decree of fate. If you can hide the anguish, well. Delancy did not look up as he asked this question. She went back, hastily, from the window, and, sitting down on a sofa, buried her face in her hands. When Irene broke the seal and let her eyes rest upon the signature, a shudder of repulsion ran through her frame, and the letter dropped from her hands to the floor. Purposely he had drawn the fair girl away from their party, in order to get the opportunity he desired. The lover accepted this affirmation, though he knew better in his heart.

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T. S. Arthur: After the Storm

after the storm arthur t s

A moment afterward, and an elm, whose great arms had for nearly a century spread themselves out in the sunshine tranquilly or battled with the storms, fell crashing against the house, shaking it to the very foundations. But really I can't think. After reaching the grounds of Ivy Cliff she turned aside into a small summer-house, and sat down at one of the windows that looked out upon the river as it stretched upward in its gleaming way. To feed the hungry and clothe the naked mean a great deal more than the bestowal of food and raiment; yes, a great deal more; and we have done but a small part of Christian duty--have obeyed only in the letter--when we supply merely the bread that perishes. If he erred not, the interest was mutual. As if possessed by a spirit whose influence over her she could not control, she caught up the unread sheet and threw it into the fire. Pray and Donate to Us Because of a constant assault on my websites, I no longer allow comments.

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After the Storm by T.S. Arthur. Search eText, Read Online, Study, Discuss.

after the storm arthur t s

No letter or message accompanied them. Suddenly he turned half around and looked at me before I had time to withdraw my eyes--looked at me with a strange, surprised, startled look. Affliction had mellowed all the harder portions of her disposition, which the trouble and experiences of the past few years could not reach with their softening influences. Everet might have suggested that a man of his legal position would naturally be grave and thoughtful, but she did not. This face, which had begun thus to dwell with him, was the face of a maiden, beautiful to look upon. After every storm are ruins which can never be repaired. A moment afterward, and an elm, whose great arms had for nearly a century spread themselves out in the sunshine tranquilly or battled with the storms, fell crashing against the house, shaking it to the very foundations.

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Arthur, T.S.

after the storm arthur t s

He had found the sweet being whose life could blend in eternal oneness with his own; and it only remained for him to say to her in words what she had read as plainly as written language in his eyes. I have never told you that I saw Mr. He spoke reverently and in a voice that had in it no tremor of fear. Ah, if conscience would sleep, if struggles for a better life would make atonement for wrong--then, as our years progress, we might lapse into tranquil states. Suddenly the maiden clasped her hands over her face, cried out and shuddered. Three or four times every year she paid a visit to Rose, and spent on each occasion from one to three or four weeks. Moreover, is there human vitality in the sunshine and fructifying dew? We were both too hasty, self-willed and tenacious of rights and opinions to come together in a union so sacred and so intimate.

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after the storm arthur t s

Once her very dear friend Mrs. Then came that period of mad strife, of blind antagonism, in which we hurt each other by rough contact. A boat had just come in sight. He saw it as he sat in his law-office, saw it on the page of his book as he read in the evening, lying over the printed words and hiding from his thoughts their meaning; saw it in dreams. She was an only child, and so was I. Following these were mountain peaks, snow-capped and craggy, with desolate valleys between. Delancy replied; and if the tender grapes are spoiled, what hope is there in the time of vintage? The lady noted the change, and tried to rally him; but her efforts were vain.

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After the Storm by T. S. Arthur

after the storm arthur t s

You must be more conciliating, Irene, he would often say to his daughter. All around Ivy Cliff, Irene and Rose were known as ministrant spirits to the poor and humble. Look at this fallen and shattered elm, my children. They came, at last, to a small but wonderfully effective picture, which contained a single figure, that of a man sitting by a table in a room which presented the appearance of a library. Following these were mountain peaks, snow-capped and craggy, with desolate valleys between.

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T. S. Arthur: After the Storm

after the storm arthur t s

Not a single cloud flecked the sky, and the sun coursed onward through the azure sea until past meridian, without throwing to the earth a single shadow. There was no hope in their case; the floods had swallowed them, and would not give up their living prey. Irene did not answer for some moments. Oh that he knew my heart! The branches shook themselves in the gentle breezes his presence had called forth to dally amid their foliage and sport with the flowers; and every green thing put on a fresher beauty in delight at his return; while from the bosom of the trees—from hedgerow and from meadow—went up the melody of birds. I will at least retain passive. Two calm eyes and a pale, calm face were before him for a moment; then they vanished in the crowd. .

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after the storm arthur t s

Dark and heavy it lay along more than half the visible horizon, while its crown invaded the zenith. Everet was five or six years her senior, and a man worthy to be her life-companion. It comes to me unbidden; sometimes to disturb the quiet of my lonely evenings, sometimes in the silent night-watches to banish sleep from my pillow; sometimes to place silence on my lips as I sit among cherished friends. We have been making quality modules for twice as long as anybody else out there. She had packed them on the night before leaving her husband's house, and marked them with her name and that of her father's residence. I began to have misgivings; I could not so clearly make out my case.

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