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Halcyone

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 2386    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

t most of their time during their hours of study, under the apple tree. They had got to a stage of complet

terest she had aroused in him from the first. He had theories upon several subjects, which she seemed to be go

l seemed to be developing under this touch of sympathy and understanding. Her heterogeneous knowledge culled from the teachings of her many chan

presumably asleep in the sunlight, that she drew up her knees as she sat on the grass by her P

you come with me to the second terrace? There I will leave you and go and fetch her, and as William and

st mentioned it. The Professor felt it was one of deep religious solemnity to his little fr

he moonlight on Thursday night, and she seemed to look more lovely than bef

Cheiron, "at five o'clock

and silence obtained between them.

sitor for a week or perh

ir of eyes lo

e whoever it is will not be much in our

nd Mr. Carlyon knocked the ashes from his long pipe. "It is a you

n I do, being older," returned Halcyone,

ssor allowed. "Perhaps you will not like him; he can be q

's dark

he must be of those who count. I shall be ang

y the four o'

. You will not want me on Tuesday, I expec

or a while, all pupils have holidays

, thinking the matter over. She wished to hear more of this

hunter like Meleager-or cunning like Theseus-o

young Englishman and was considered to be the most brilliant of my pupils, taking a Double First under my auspices and leaving Oxford with flying colors when

tate," said Halcyone. "But how has he been lucky since? I would like

his career. Then his luck came-he has lots of friends and relations in the great world and at one of their country houses he met the Prime Minister, who took a tremendous fancy to him, and the thing going well, the great man finally asked him to be his assistant private secretary, wh

rown study and the Professor

h yet to attract his eye; he will only perceive she is a rather p

La Sarthe Chase for her e

aster alone-and if I do feel it then he will be able to harm me, should he dislike me, too-but if

en tools, and while the subdued light gave him very little chance of studying minutely the walls, the general aspect certainly presented no hint of any door. However

en yards; it will make your back ache-so I have brought her. If you will hold her, I will run ou

was a marble head. It was enveloped in the voluminous folds of the remains of an old blue sil

ry," Halcyone announced. "I had played with it for years, and

rned again in a few moments-with shining face.

walking with the dignity of a priestess of the Tem

nto little better than wild ones, showed late red and pink blooms, honeys

rner of the terrace, with a superb view over

ad even carefully mended the cracked bench with a bit of board and a nail or two. The table, which was of stone, still stood

himself for the solemn moment wh

he table, he started and held his breath, for he instantly realized that indeed this was th

ld slipped her hand into

day and welcomes us. I was not qui

h was the art of those old Greeks, who marred not the marble with pupil or iris, who

ven did not seem to spoil the perfect beauty of the whole. Her mouth, tender and rather full, seemed to smile a welcome, and the patine, unspoiled by any

till for all time. The head was broken off

treasure in a proper spirit and spoke not a word wh

"You have truly a goddess here, child, and you do well

d now you can feel how I have my mother always with me. She tells me to hope, and that all mean t

crack on the first terrace. Here Halcyone's foot had struck against the marble upon her original voyage of discovery, and by the other objects she encountered she supposed someone long a

d we could look into

examining every point with minute care, and now her expression

Halcyone said. "She could not talk to me then, she would be always the same. I like to hold h

and I understand your joy in it," and he ha

essed it with her sof

d to two small spots which did not gleam quite so much as the rest of the surface. "Tears always do silly things-I am ne

own from Olympus and dance and sing and bask in the light-and then the autumn when the colors are rich and everything prepares for winter and sleeps. But even in the cold and dark

eak for a while, h

d presently we shall read about Epicurus' great pr

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