Sandra Belloni -- Volume 2

softly in the morning quiet of the house, had heard the front-door close. At that hour one attributes every

the ladies of his absence, added that he

are done 'None know why;' a curtain which drops conveniently upon ei

leverness) that I do know why. I know why, and, unfortunately for me, I have to tell what I

idly. The puppet hero, for instance, is a changed being. We know what he was; but now he takes shelter in his wits. His organs affect h

iece has not been attempted. Some one does it at last. When the alternative

refined persons, in order to save him from apparent misconduct. He will have to go altogether, unless we boldly figure him as other men. Manifestly the moment his career as a fairy prince was at end, he was on the high road to a nos

casion were simple. We will strip him of his heroi

previous night was written there in one eloquent big lump, which would have passed him current as hero from end to end of the land in the great days of old. These are the tea-table days. His preference was for the visage of Wilfr

niscence of poetical readings): "Ambrosial locks indeed!" A sad irony, w

sh, exacting, double-dealing, and I know not what besides, in youth. The question asked by nature is, "Has he the heart to take and keep an impression?" For, if he has, circumstances will force him on and carve the figure of a brave man out of that mass of contradictions. In return for such benefits, he pays forfeit commo

merly led by his nose, and sacrifice

outly and ardently; but when it is his chance to look down

mell. It was vain. Horrible pipe-smoke pervaded the memory of her. It seemed to his offended dainty fancy that he could never dissociate her from smoking-booths and abominably bad tobacco; and, let us add (for this was part of the secret), that it never could dwell on her without the companionship of a hideous disfigured countenance, claiming to be Wilfrid Pole. He shuddered to think that he had virtually

that the capacity of the lower limbs was extraordinary, returned them, disenchanted. That showman did ill. But I am not imitating him. I do not wait till after the performance, when it is too late to revive illusion. To avoid having to drop the c