. Harper's weekly. ame almost to my eyes as past eight, and I thought, of Greyforest, for I badbeen there before, and shot, and driven, and then I thought of a Scarlett, and of—the rest,and how tbey, to*, rose betimes as I was doing, andlabored, and gave up shooting and dancing. Andthen, sternly, I brought all my law books togetherin a pyre, and, laying myself down 1 dr-.|. ig. He had come on an errand of charity. Hed heard of the break-down, and found me with alli broken pieces about me : ae yiiied me. Hhislnnan, my boy, be said, whats all this? a dumps ? Never mind; I have
. Harper's weekly. ame almost to my eyes as past eight, and I thought, of Greyforest, for I badbeen there before, and shot, and driven, and then I thought of a Scarlett, and of—the rest,and how tbey, to*, rose betimes as I was doing, andlabored, and gave up shooting and dancing. Andthen, sternly, I brought all my law books togetherin a pyre, and, laying myself down 1 dr-.|. ig. He had come on an errand of charity. Hed heard of the break-down, and found me with alli broken pieces about me : ae yiiied me. Hhislnnan, my boy, be said, whats all this? a dumps ? Never mind; I have got a notion that will soon put you straight. Put me straight—put .-tmight what was broken I did not see how this concerned me, aabout [y interrupt him with what is calleclegal dialect n demurrer, when he stopped n a Strongbows; you must go out 1 what is called—still in c loan, barely three weeks old.) Do, do, do now. In short, I weakly consented. I gave way. I bound myself to go out to the Strongbows, posi-. strengtb, symmetry, and Ueauty. presence. Such a form 1 More a hint than a pos-itive manifestation of secret strength ; yet nothingout of proportion. Athletic is scarcely the word;stoutness suggests itself with horrible indelicacy;and yet it is miles away from the truth. A coarsemind would say extra stout; but I have my ownideal, and she reached to it. Six feet of beauty,yet in proportion. A corresponding breadth of per-son was only harmony. Every thing reached tomy ideal. She was tall, graceful, strong, match-less, superb, lithe. Ah ! at last there is the word! sion ? The whole of that evening I played andeddied around her like the waters about the foot ofthe great Bass Rock. I looked up and measuredher witli admiration. I spoke with her, and to myjoy found she too had an ideal of secret strengthand poetical muscularity. She candidly told methat I did not reach to that ideal, and my heart s confidence. Shewas amused at my unrestrained and almost childishadmiration.
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