ENGLISH 三上悠亚好肥漂亮"A ruined home, and a ruined life," he murmured, with a kind of bitter mournfulness,"they will suit each other well!"
He waited for a moment, expecting an answer. Seeing that none came, he bowed, and left her sitting there, gazing out into the silent night.There being now nothing to detain him in Berganton, he ordered his horse for an immediate return to Savalla. First, however, he went to the breakfast-room, but found that he was unable to eat; food was like ashes in his mouth; the most that he could do was to swallow a cup of coffee.
"Let us see," said Doctor Trubie. "He is about my height?""Father," she whispered, with her lips close to his ear, "am I dreaming or mad? I have heard a voice in the airBergan's voice. I was standing by the window, and I heard it distinctly,no words, only tones,pleading, pleading, until I thought they would break my heart. Then all at once, they changed to anger,fierce, bitter anger! And they ended in despair! Father, what could it mean!"
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"Thank you; but I am wanted elsewhere as a physician; so I must take my leave, for the present.""I will not," answered she, solemnly; "I promise you that I will not. How could I, when I am half inclined to believe that such faithunfounded, illusory though it beis a better thing than any reality that we exchange it for."
"And Diva!where is she? Oh, there she comes."Chapter 8 THOUGH HE SLAY.
Mr. Bergan, meanwhile, had gone over to the Hall, partly to give a regretful look at his brother's dead face, and partly to have some further talk with Bergan. Thick-growing memories beset him, at every step of the way; and, the goal being reached, he had ample opportunity to reflect upon the sin and folly of family feuds, the miserably thin barriers which suffice to keep apart those who ought to be one in affection and interest, as in blood. He had not been very much to blame for their erection between him and his brother, but he regretted none the less that he had not wrought more perseveringly and lovingly to break them down. There had always been a generous side to Harry's character, which might have been successfully appealed to, at least in the earlier stages of the quarrel; his own influence might have been exerted for good; the dreary, empty Hall might still have been a pleasant home; this lonely death-couch might have been sweetened by the tender touch and tears of kindred hands and hearts, and sanctified by the gentle benedictions of religion. It all might have beenit could never be now! Death had closed every door to reconciliation and amendment, and written over each the mournful legend, "Too Late!"
Yet, though there was so little in her way of living to suggest affluence, it soon became known that her hands were open, and her purse deep, to any claim upon her benevolence. While it never appeared that she set herself to seek out objects of charity, to such as came to her, either in person or by proxy, her bounty was generally far in excess of the demand. The only grace which it lacked, was that subtle element of the giver in the gift, which imparts a sympathetic warmth to the silver or the gold, as it is dropped in the outstretched hand; augmenting, to a degree incalculable by any known arithmetic, its power of relieving the distressed heart. Though Miss Thane gave generously, she gave none the less carelessly and coldly.Miss Thane looked down thoughtfully. "I have knowna man,"she began slowly, with a shade of irrepressible sadness in her tone,"a man not less gifted with talent and intellectual power than yourself, and with a somewhat longer and more varied experience in the use of his gifts, who would have laughed at the idea of any virtue in prayer, except as affording a pleasant illusion to a weak mind.""Carry him out! Give him air!" cried a dozen voices; "he has fainted."
Very solemnly Bergan answered;"I do.""On second thought," said Doctor Trubie, "I will give you one. All of him, that is not intellect, is ice. In religious matters, he is an utter sceptic. Socially, he is brilliant; but he has no intimate friends, and he makes no confidants. Men and women, to him, are subjects of study, not objects of affection. He cares for nothing but himself and his profession. And no one cares for himmuch. They may admire, but they cannot love."
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