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hat his stepdaughter was receiving a splendid education, was only too glad to leave her in peace, and Mrs. Anderton felt her duty achieved when at the beginning

uisite quality of her opening mind. And deep down in her heart there always dwelt the image of John Derringham, and whatever new hero she read about, he unconsciously assumed some of his features or mien. She passed through enthusiasms for all periods, and for qui

ne and polish it with a diamond luster. Twice a week alternately the French and German master from the Applewood Grammar School came t

nd the fearless study of her nig

ss present things, and as time went on, John Derringham grew to be mentioned only by fits and starts, when his rapidly rising political career called forth cynical grunts of admiration from his old master. There had been a dissolution of Parliament and a short term of office for the other side, and then at the General Election John Derringham's Chief

eauty, was at her worst. She was quite aware of it, with her intense soul-worship of all beautiful things. Some unreasoned impulse made her keep away from her master during the first day, but on the Sunday he summoned her, and, as once

ld very well be Pericles, she decided at once. As for him, he had almost forgotten her. Life had been so full of many things; but, seeing a pale, slender, overgrown girl with mouse-colored clouds of hair now confined in a demure p

dersen's Ugly Duckling used to feel, and when John Derringham had said a few ordinary things about he

, which she did not understand, and Cheiron chaffed him a good deal in his kindly cynical way. He was still fighting his chimeras, it seemed, and fighting them successfully. A

o natural to the Professor that he was unaware that she was leaving the room until Joh

well to-day, so I must not be late. Good night,

John Derringham. "Is there a serva

leaned back

one is accustomed to the twilight. It is

ngham sat

ng as she used to be. If I remember, s

al; typesetter's error.] puffs of smoke. "But there is more true philosophy and profou

f her, Master-you, with your in

She is an intelligence

I remember once you said when I should meet a woman with

e brows raised itself about hal

, Master. Does she study the ethics of Aristotle with you here in this Lyceum, or do you rec

looked int

that. It partakes of Buddhism. After I have discussed metaphysical propositions with her over which she will argue clearly, she will

, and then he suddenly remembered her words to himself upon hono

allowed to come to earth after all, n

eek pretty we

though it were a subject he loved, "She has a concrete view upon every question; her critical faculty is marvelous. She never lays down the law, but

y plays so large a part in thes

elieve. Timothy La Sarthe was at Oxford before your day, but not under me-a brilliant, en

the m

most immediately, I believe. She paid the debt with herself

meos of the Victorian era we dined wi

ne year's end

ringham stretched out his a

smiled, raising hi

plaited her hair so that it flew out in a cloud as the wind rushed through it. This sensation was a great pleasure to her, and when she came to a rising ground, a kind of knoll where the v

en bracken at her feet and the head of a buck peeping from the copse near. The sky was a passionate, temp

ar wind," she said aloud. "I want to be near him when he comes again," and

a yard of where they lay setting their snares, and Gubbs, who was a good

Jeb. When she passes, blest i