The Writings of Mrs. Humphry Ward: MarcellaHoughton Mifflin, 1910 |
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الصفحة 272 - Two men I honour, and no third. First, the toilworn Craftsman that with earth-made Implement laboriously conquers the earth, and makes her man's. Venerable to me is the hard Hand; crooked, coarse; wherein notwithstanding lies a cunning virtue indefeasibly royal, as of the Sceptre of this Planet. Venerable too is the rugged face, all weather-tanned, besoiled, with its rude intelligence; for it is the face of a Man living manlike.
الصفحة 495 - Dost not thou fear God, seeing thou art in the same condemnation? And we indeed justly; for we receive the due reward of our deeds: but this man hath done nothing amiss. And he said unto Jesus, Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom. And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, Today shall thou be with me in paradise.
الصفحة 140 - She's bin dead and gone these forty year — married and buried mos' respeckable — it 'ud be a burning shame to bring up tales agen her now. Them as tittle-tattles about dead folks needn't look to lie quiet theirselves in their graves. I've said it times, and I'll say it again. What are you lookin
الصفحة 137 - Lor', you wor allus one for makin' a poor mouth, Patton ! " said Mrs. Jellison. She had been sitting with her arms folded across her chest, part absent, part amused, part malicious. " The young lady speaks beautiful, just like a book she do. An' she's likely to know a deal better nor poor persons like you and me. All / kin say is, — if there's goin' to be dividin' up of other folks' property, when I'm gone, I hope George Westall won't get nothink ov it 1 He's bad enough as 'tis.
الصفحة 125 - On the whole, Minta Hurd was liked in the village, though she was thought a trifle "fine." The whole family, indeed, "kept theirsels to theirsels," and to find Mrs. Hurd with company was unusual. Her name, of course, was short for Araminta. Marcella laughed as she caught Mrs. Jellison's remarks, and made her way in, delighted. For the present, these village people affected her like figures in poetry or drama. She saw them with the eye of the imagination through a medium provided by Socialist discussion,...
الصفحة 7 - In contrast to every other girl in the school she had not a single "party frock".'4 (The fat and Catholic German governess, Fraulein Gerecke, eventually made her one. Mary apparently reminded her of a dead sister.) By her own account, the discipline of the school transformed her 'for the time being, into a demon She hated her lessons, though, when she chose, she could do them in a hundredth part of the time taken by her companions; she hated getting up in the wintry dark, and her cold ablutions with...
الصفحة 130 - ... with good pay, and an excellent cottage some little way out of the village. Mrs. Jellison had never forgiven her daughter for deserting her, and was on lively terms of hostility with her son-in-law; but their only child, little Johnnie, had found the soft spot in his grandmother, and her favourite excitement in life, now that he was four years old, was to steal him from his parents and feed him on the things of which Isabella most vigorously disapproved. Mrs.
الصفحة 17 - ... for Marcie's correction and improvement. There was in it a sublime hero, who set everybody's faults to rights and lectured the heroine. In real life Marcella would probably before long have been found trying to kick his shins — a mode of warfare of which in her demon moods she was past mistress. But as Mary Lant described him, she not only bore with and trembled before him — she adored him. The taste for him and his like, as well as for the story-teller herself — a girl of a tremulous,...
الصفحة 137 - ... Marcella's head, was slowly revolving what she had been saying, and the others were waiting for him. At last he rolled his tongue round his dry lips, and delivered himself by a final effort. " Them as likes, miss, may believe as how things are going to happen that way, but yer won't ketch me! Them as 'ave got 'ull keep," — he let his stick sharply down on the floor, — "an' them as 'aven't got 'ull 'ave to go without and lump it, as long as you're alive, miss : you mark my words ! " " O Lor',...
الصفحة 61 - Just below them, beyond a stubble-field in which there were a few bent forms of gleaners, lay the small scattered village, hardly seen amid its trees, the curls of its blue smoke ascending steadily on this calm September morning against a great belt of distant beechwood which begirt the hamlet and the common along which it lay. The stubblefield was a feast of shade and tint, of apricots and golds shot with the subtlest purples and browns ; the flame of the wild-cherry leaf, and the deeper crimson...