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Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 Excerpt: .nor a better wife. Still, she was only the same as themselves, and had tended her little plot of vineyard, and led her goats to pasture as long as she could move, and now was lying in the little, dark, unplastered cabin, waiting for that summons which seemed so long in coming. How different from this milordo, on his soft bed with all his comforts and luxuries! Yet perhaps the same coach would be sent for both, they said to one another, not without a natural relish in so interesting a conjunction. John Lawrence took great pains to evade these kindly demonstrations. He felt ashamed of them, they seemed to make a hypocrite of him, seeing that, like young Mordaunt, he could not profess to be sorry. There were moments, indeed, when he felt inclined to show openly that he was the reverse, if only by way of vindicating his honesty. Practically, however, he did not do so. That invisible potentate, whose sign-manual none of us dare openly flout, restrained him, and he doffed his cap to it like the rest. Inwardly, however, his sense of emancipation was complete. It was better, far better that he should die! who, he asked himself, could doubt it? What happiness, what peace even, could she look to were he to recover? It was not merely that he was heartless, selfish, unfaithful even--the colonel was not more exacting in his standard of masculine virtue than another, and he had encountered similar failings before. It was nothing positive, in fact, so much as what was negative. It was the innate hollowness of the man. Tap him where you would, he rang unsound. There was not a point, not even a defect, upon which you could lay a finger and say, Here at least is solid ground. Such a union as his and hers--what was it in its essence but the union between the living and.

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Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 Excerpt: .nor a better wife. Still, she was only the same as themselves, and had tended her little plot of vineyard, and led her goats to pasture as long as she could move, and now was lying in the little, dark, unplastered cabin, waiting for that summons which seemed so long in coming. How different from this milordo, on his soft bed with all his comforts and luxuries! Yet perhaps the same coach would be sent for both, they said to one another, not without a natural relish in so interesting a conjunction. John Lawrence took great pains to evade these kindly demonstrations. He felt ashamed of them, they seemed to make a hypocrite of him, seeing that, like young Mordaunt, he could not profess to be sorry. There were moments, indeed, when he felt inclined to show openly that he was the reverse, if only by way of vindicating his honesty. Practically, however, he did not do so. That invisible potentate, whose sign-manual none of us dare openly flout, restrained him, and he doffed his cap to it like the rest. Inwardly, however, his sense of emancipation was complete. It was better, far better that he should die! who, he asked himself, could doubt it? What happiness, what peace even, could she look to were he to recover? It was not merely that he was heartless, selfish, unfaithful even--the colonel was not more exacting in his standard of masculine virtue than another, and he had encountered similar failings before. It was nothing positive, in fact, so much as what was negative. It was the innate hollowness of the man. Tap him where you would, he rang unsound. There was not a point, not even a defect, upon which you could lay a finger and say, Here at least is solid ground. Such a union as his and hers--what was it in its essence but the union between the living and.

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 Excerpt: ...nor a better wife. Still, she was only the same as themselves, and had tended her little plot of vineyard, and led her goats to pasture as long as she could move, and now was lying in the little, dark, unplastered cabin, waiting for that summons which seemed so long in coming. How different from this milordo, on his soft bed with all his comforts and luxuries! Yet perhaps the same coach would be sent for both, they said to one another, not without a natural relish in so interesting a conjunction. John Lawrence took great pains to evade these kindly demonstrations. He felt ashamed of them, they seemed to make a hypocrite of him, seeing that, like young Mordaunt, he could not profess to be sorry. There were moments, indeed, when he felt inclined to show openly that he was the reverse, if only by way of vindicating his honesty. Practically, however, he did not do so. That invisible potentate, whose sign-manual none of us dare openly flout, restrained him, and he doffed his cap to it like the rest. Inwardly, however, his sense of emancipation was complete. It was better, far better that he should die! who, he asked himself, could doubt it? What happiness, what peace even, could she look to were he to recover? It was not merely that he was heartless, selfish, unfaithful even--the colonel was not more exacting in his standard of masculine virtue than another, and he had encountered similar failings before. It was nothing positive, in fact, so much as what was negative. It was the innate hollowness of the man. Tap him where you would, he rang unsound. There was not a point, not even a defect, upon which you could lay a finger and say, " Here at least is solid ground. Such a union as his and hers--what was it in its essence but the union between the living and... Paperback, Label: RareBooksClub.com, RareBooksClub.com, Produktgruppe: Book, Publiziert: 2012-05-19, Studio: RareBooksClub.com.

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 Excerpt: ...nor a better wife. Still, she was only the same as themselves, and had tended her little plot of vineyard, and led her goats to pasture as long as she could move, and now was lying in the little, dark, unplastered cabin, waiting for that summons which seemed so long in coming. How different from this milordo, on his soft bed with all his comforts and luxuries! Yet perhaps the same coach would be sent for both, they said to one another, not without a natural relish in so interesting a conjunction. John Lawrence took great pains to evade these kindly demonstrations. He felt ashamed of them, they seemed to make a hypocrite of him, seeing that, like young Mordaunt, he could not profess to be sorry. There were moments, indeed, when he felt inclined to show openly that he was the reverse, if only by way of vindicating his honesty. Practically, however, he did not do so. That invisible potentate, whose sign-manual none of us dare openly flout, restrained him, and he doffed his cap to it like the rest. Inwardly, however, his sense of emancipation was complete. It was better, far better that he should die! who, he asked himself, could doubt it? What happiness, what peace even, could she look to were he to recover? It was not merely that he was heartless, selfish, unfaithful even--the colonel was not more exacting in his standard of masculine virtue than another, and he had encountered similar failings before. It was nothing positive, in fact, so much as what was negative. It was the innate hollowness of the man. Tap him where you would, he rang unsound. There was not a point, not even a defect, upon which you could lay a finger and say, " Here at least is solid ground. Such a union as his and hers--what was it in its essence but the union between the living and... Paperback, Label: RareBooksClub.com, RareBooksClub.com, Produktgruppe: Book, Publiziert: 2012-05-19, Studio: RareBooksClub.com.

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