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• 1big farm, evidently finding in the society of this rougher
• 2or felt, and that they were no longer playfellows together;
• 3fruit of the tree of knowledge, filling her vacant hours
• 4she sat in the deepening twilight forming plans of self-humiliation
• 5Max gaining upon her, now, at every stride. There was a
• 6risen above the need of them; and if they had been her
• 7— the Latin Dictionary and Grammar, a Delectus, a torn
• 8was quite equal to these peculiarly masculine studies.
• 9The other he ordered straight westward with orders to halt
• 10else. Poor child! as she leaned her head against the window-frame,
• 11her father and mother, who were so unlike what she would
• 12lay on the window-shelf, and she half forsook her reverie
• 13but he had not been as idle as he appeared to have been.
• 14axe to the root, that thou mayest pluck up and destroy
• 15and looking at her own life as an insignificant part of
• 16— in the cloister, perhaps, with serge gown and tonsured
• 17was scarcely superior to an English cottager. At night
• 18other girl besides herself had been cherished and watched
• 19and gathered no smile from the sunshine. Every affection,
• 20Eutropius, the well-worn Virgil, Aldrich’s Logic, and
• 21that belief he had made no effort to find her after his
• 22back, had as respectful an adoration for this dark-eyed
• 23the tin box, but she went, in the first instance, in her
• 24a strange vibration through her frame. And of all her school-life
• 25away from our tents the large circle of lookers on. An
• 26and developing the feelings of submission and dependence,
• 27resolution, she would take Aldrich out into the fields,
• 28with the worldliness and self-assertion of that little
• 29gangway above which lowered a green and rotting wooden
• 30she sat in the deepening twilight forming plans of self-humiliation
• 31are not only of an extremely moderate kind, but are always
• 32then they would fill with tears, and sometimes, if her
• 33Into the disc of light, leaped, fantastic, the witch figure
• 34where the rainy days look dreary. This wide national life
• 35record of human needs and human consolations; the voice
• 36of her own, but no dream-world would satisfy her now. She
• 37the steps again, finding himself now nearly up to his armpits
• 38For a week or two she went on resolutely enough, though
• 39great penances, yet are they but little. And if he should
• 40untrained for inevitable struggles, with no other part
• 41our tents. They were very civil, and offered us a house;
• 42for him. What is that? That having left all, he leave himself,
• 43just yet. She leaned her cheek against the window-frame,
• 44She knew little of saints and martyrs, and had gathered,
• 45Three or four inches of water now flooded the cave of the
• 46joy, had deepened with the brightness of advancing spring.
• 47of gold, and took Tom’s rebuke as one of her outward
• 48Spectator,” “Rasselas,” “Economy of Human Life,”
• 49fit, often wandering along in the great flower garden that
• 50Teacher, the pattern of sorrow, the source of all strength;