Love stories; New York (N.Y.) -- History -- 1775-1865 -- Fiction
"What a man or a woman will do and suffer, and how they will do and
suffer, no one knows till comes some great occasion. When the water is
ice, who could believe that it would boil, unless they had seen ice
become boiling water? All the human heart wants, is the chance."
"As men and women have in Paris to live, I wonder me, that they can
wish to live at all! Welcome to them must be death."
"So wrong are you, Lysbet. Trouble and hardship make us love life. A
zest they give to it. It is when we have too much money, too much good
food and wine, too much pleasure of all kinds, that we grow melancholy
and sad, and say all is vanity and vexation. You may see that it is
always so, if you look in the Holy Scriptures. It was not from the Jews
in exile and captivity, but from the Jews of Solomon's glory came the
only dissatisfied, hopeless words in the Bible. Yes, indeed! it is the
souls that have too much, who cry out vanity, vanity, all is vanity!
For myself, I like not the petty prudencies of Solomon. There is better
reading in Isaiah, and in the Psalms, and in the blessed Gospels."
"To-morrow, Joris, I will go and see Arenta. She is fair, and she knows
it; witty, and she knows it; of good courage, and she knows it; the
fashion, and she knows it; and when she speaks, she speaks oracles that
one must believe, even though one does not understand them. To Aurelia
Van Zandt she said, my heart will ache forever for my beloved Athanase,
and Aurelia says, that her old lover Willie Nicholls is at her feet
sitting all the day long--yet for all these things, she is a brave
woman and I will go and see her."
"Willie Nicholls is a good young man, and he is rich also; but of him I
saw nothing at all. Cornelia Moran was there and no flower of Paradise
is so sweet, so fair!"
"A very proud girl! I am glad she said 'no' to my Joris."
"Come, my Lysbet, we will now pray and sleep. There is so much NOT to
say."
CHAPTER XIII
THE NEW DAYS COME
One afternoon in the late autumn Annie was sitting watching Hyde
playing with his dog, a big mastiff of noble birth and character. The
creature sat erect with his head leaning against Hyde, and Hyde's arm
was thrown around his neck as he talked to him of their adventures on
the Broad that day. Annie's small face, though delicate and fragile
looking was full of peace, and her eyes, soft, deep and heavenly, held
thoughts that linked her with heaven.
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