Sandra Belloni -- Volume 4

s from Brookfield. The night before the gathering on Besworth Lawn he went to London and dined at his Club-a place where youths

d to disenchant themselves, in obedience to that precocious cynicism which is the young man's extra-Luxury. The first figure that caught Wilfrid's attention there was Mr. Pericles, in

" a vivacious dame explained to Wilfrid. "She's in one of her jealous fits;

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rid thought how unjustly and coldly critically he had accused his little Emili

ts, in this country. I believe they're all pigs abroad-the men; and the women-cats! Oh! don't open your eye

ventured to remind her, m

Mr. Pericles had relapsed into his exasperating composure. The breath of a de

retiring dresses; whereat Mr. Pericles chose to proclaim himse

hall hear, and everybody shall hear. You kno

she was caught by the wrist and

that means, with you. An Englishman might mean right-but you! You think you've been dealing with a fool! Why, I can stop thi

At the same time Wilfrid strove forward, with the frown of one still bent listening, and he and Pericles were face to face. The eyebrows of the latter

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ng publicly imagined, tamed Wilfrid quickly. He recovered himself with his usual cleverness. Seeing the signs of hostility vanish, Mr. Pericles said, "You are on a search for your father? You have found him? Hom! I should s

s, Mr. Pericles passed, thinking "He has not got her:" for such wa

poised better on the slack-rope of his understanding. By degrees, a buried dread in his brain threw off its shroud. The thought that there was something wrong with his father stood clearly over him, to be swallowed at once in the less tangible belief that a harm had come to Emilia-not was coming, but had come. Passion thinks wilfu

unaware of any guilt that may be charged against them, though they know that they do not embrace Life; and so it is that we have vague discontent too universal. Change, O Lawgiver! the length of our minority, and let it not end till this battle is thoroughly fought out in approving daylight. The period of our duality should be one as irresponsible in your eyes as that of our in

The idea will come to a young man in such a difficulty. "My mistress! My glorious stolen fruit! My dark angel of love!" He deserves a little credit for seeing that Emilia never could be his mistress, in the debased sense of the term. Union with her meant life-long union, he knew. Ultimate mental subjection he may also have seen in it, unconsciously. For, hazy thoughts of that nature may mix with the belief that an alliance with her degrades us, in this curious hotch-potch of emotions known to the world as youthful man. A wife superi