The Argosy . well for Barbara if she did not tellher beads under that sacred roof. Then she flits away to market; aninteresting figure, hurrying leisurely (if you can make anything of theexpression) through the picturesque streets of this ever picturesquePalma de Mallorca. The sun has risen ; everything is bright and Letters from Majorca. 229 glowing and glorious; the very sensation of existence is an exquisitepleasure; you are exhilarated, you are intoxicated with this ether;your burden of care has just fallen from you; your skeleton hasevaporated; you feel spiritualised ; you have taken the
The Argosy . well for Barbara if she did not tellher beads under that sacred roof. Then she flits away to market; aninteresting figure, hurrying leisurely (if you can make anything of theexpression) through the picturesque streets of this ever picturesquePalma de Mallorca. The sun has risen ; everything is bright and Letters from Majorca. 229 glowing and glorious; the very sensation of existence is an exquisitepleasure; you are exhilarated, you are intoxicated with this ether;your burden of care has just fallen from you; your skeleton hasevaporated; you feel spiritualised ; you have taken the wings of themorning ; your grosser earthly nature has been left behind, withyour skeleton and your care; and on those wings of the morning youmount, you fly through space, into eternal, illimitable regions. It isecstasy as true as it is rare. Make the most of it when it comes. I have told you, mai?ites et inaintes foisy as the old French, patois-loving servants of our childhood used to say to us, that we are. i:n^Vlii»Ar^- Prison Cloisters. in Barbaras good graces. But this is as nothing, compared withthe favour into which she has received Nurse Long. Probably, withone of her own sex, she thinks that she may venture more. To hershe has become, for Barbara, almost affectionate and watches her movements; seeks every opportunity to do her akindness; suggests anything that she thinks will be for her she will throw her arms round her in a large, comprehen-sive, motherly embrace. We should not like that.* At least I canspeak for myself. I decline to make rash assertions on behalf of thedoctor, for which he might call me to account. Besides, I am notso sure of him as of myself. Barbara stands over Nurse Long at her meals, forcing her to Nurse has no appetite, and Barbara is concerned about her. VOL. XLV. Q 230 Letters from Majorca. This enervating heat is very trying, and to Nurse it is a new experi-ence. Night after night of course she has
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