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A Beautiful Possibility

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 2759    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

ountry, Evadne," said her uncle one mo

ed to her as if she should choke, shut away from the wide expanse of

road swept out into the open, she gave a

ne, does it

I have felt as if I co

de awakening from your sunny land, but you will get used to it. We g

not think I shall eve

Lawr

We grow wiser as o

om, I do not car

when women claim a surplusage of all the brain power bestowed upo

adne, "I have never t

ren

s, eh? Did your father never

pain, "he consulted me about everything, but I do not think there was ev

lly, together with my own, and give you the same quarterly allowance that my own girls have. When you are older I will go more into detail, but it is not worth while now to worry your head over columns of uninteresting figures. I shall open

her hands tightly as the flood of bitte

e," she said slowly, "wh

same time left himself a loophole of escape from the imputation of disregarding his brother's wishes. When she became old enough to assume the responsibility, and he got his affairs straightened out sufficiently to admit of transferring to her care the funds which were so absolutely essential t

"tongues shall cease, and knowledge shall be done away, but love never faileth. Now abideth faith, hope, and love; the greatest of these is lov

begged to be allowed to wait for her uncle out of doors, and wandered slowly on past the great barns to where the wide gate stretched across the green road. When she reached it she stopped and looked with keen delight at the beautiful creatures in the fields on either side. The sunshine fell upon her

ed upon the lonely girl. Here at least she would have God's creatures to love, and

elonged,-lik

ty l

ng blue eyes peeping sympathetically at her. The sun-bonnet had fallen back

t the child

ttle da

, as if, with the mysterious telepathy of childhood, she recognized a spi

s Don?" as

e rolled herself between the bars of the gate and ran at the top of her speed towards John Randolph, who just t

and was so interested in the pretty scene that she forgot she was a stranger. When she came to herself with a

id. "I have been waiting for my uncle and

d. "It is God's world," he an

ining face. "Do you know Jesus

nto a great tendern

you lo

l there

t then to say the

ly. Then she turned once more to John. "And

ere was a strange, exul

beautiful p

nts had passed, yet in that little space two souls had met. What did it matter if the devious turnings of life

d whom John held seated on the broad top rail

Spiritual ethics laugh at the conventionalitie

encircling the child who nestled close to him, while over his right shoulder the horse had thrust

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is hat which had fallen to the ground when he had taken her hand in his. As he did so, he saw a dainty bit of lawn lying on the other side of the gate. He put his hand between

her. She makes me think of a bird. She'll let you come just so far,

ly like a sigh, and, folding the handke

owsily, and John caught her up and k

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e is the kindest creatur

y lingered with a pleas

he offered to give up t

ely when she works s

on? We never have anything to do with her in sc

head, and Dorothy takes to it like a duck to water, and she is a born teacher. Madame Castle says

terested, most likely. That sort of peopl

ow-man! Why should you set yourself up on a pinnacle and despise e

and the book she loaned you. One says all men are free and equal,-the other that God has made of one blood all the nations of the earth

" Isabelle said, peevishly. "You must admit th

you that you were not born a Hottentot or a Choctaw. Give yourself the same ancestors and surroundings as your chimney-sweep and wherein would you be superior to him? And when it comes to anc

choose his company better than you

a law of cultivation for humanity as well as plants. Surround a succession of generations with all the advantages of wealth, education and travel, and you produce the aristocrat; just as you get the delicate Solanum Wendlandi from the humble potato blossom. Set your aristocrat in the wildern

lle, "but I believe the instinct of

For all you know he may be the descendant of some impecun

en an amused listener to the discussion. It never occurred to him to

externals," said Evadne softly. "He cho

!" cried Isabelle. "When

to be taken

echoed Evadne in wonderment.

lowances," said her aunt. "Christ could

her ears: "For I have given you an example, that ye also sho

Hildreth, "I beg you will not re

ou mean, A

d found her sitting in the hall and you talking to her I was perfectly pa

nd she was just my height. I was so

e streets by such a creature! Most likely she would paw

clothe the naked and feed the hungry if we would be his follo

of that for the family

to try any such e

adne left the room. Was

an "experime

d passionately, "I am glad I did not live in Galilee when you were there! Aunt Kate and Isabelle would have thoug

! No one would care. Ye

sable attachment,' but

rest! d

lation broke over the lonely soul. "A beautiful possibility" h

Pompey bega

meet beyon

surges cea

ll the bri

r shall pre

held out her arms and her voice broke in a cry of triump

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