The String of Pearls; or, The Barber of Fleet Street — page 30: what you’re looking at

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sam (eeiieammemennmannens a ae ng nn nt en re cena | 22 THE STRING OF. PEARLS “She felt that it would be better for her to make her appearance below, than to hazard the remarks and conjectures that her not doing so would give rise to, so ali unfitted as she was to engage in the most ordinary imtercourse, she crept down to the breakfast-parlour, looking more like the ghost of her former self than the bright and beautiful being we have represented her to the ' reader, | Her father understood what it was that robbed her cheeks of their bloom ; and although he saw it with much distress, vet he fortified himself with what he considered were some substantial reasons for future hopefulness. m=\\ * cS ees —_ é wt wey Ke eae eS ee —_ OL LILLE A ACEC AO IAIN PONSA ae tee ttn tae ee en caaanttn caning ’ It had become part of his philosophy-—it generally is a part of the pluilo- E | ia 'sophy of the old—to consider that those sensations of the mind that arise rr: from disappointed affection are of the most evanescent character; and that, | | gti although for a time they exhibit themselves with violence, they, like grief \\see for the dead; soon pass away, scarcely leaving a trace behind of their former | a existence. ' And perhaps he was right as regards the greater number of those passions ; but he was certainly wrong when he applied that sort of worldly-wise knowledge to his daughter Johanna. She was one of those rare beings whose hearts are . 2 not won by every gaudy flutterer who may buz the accents of admiration in their ; \aioe : ears. No; she was qualified, eminently qualified, to love once, but only once ; \ ah and, like the passion-flower, that blooms into abundant beauty onse, and never i | _afterwards puts forth a blossom, she allowed her heart to expand to the soft | he | influence of affection, which, when crushed by adversity, was gone for ever. a h “Really, Johanna,” said Mts. Oakley, in the true conventicle twang, “ you look im So pale and ill that J must positively speak to Mr. Lupin about you.” Eh et | “Mr, Lupin, my dear,” said the spectacle-maker, “may be all very well in his ‘nal | way, a8 a parson; but I don’t see what he can have to do with Johanna looking Fe " | pa e,” : ' | Su ' “A pious man, Mr. Oakley, has to do with everything and everybody.” ‘ay “Then he must be the most intolerablé bore in existence; and J don’t wonder Ki, | his being kicked out of some people’s houses, as [ have heard Mr. Lupin has een.” | “And if he has, Mr, Oakley, I can tell you he glories in it. Mr. Lupin likes to | 'Sulfer for the faith; and if he were to be made a martyr of to-morrow, i am quite | certain it would give him a deal of pleasure.”’ | “My dear, 1 am quite sure if would not give him half the pleasure it would me. | “I understand your insinuation, Mr. Oakley: you would like to have him /; murdered on account of his holiness; but, though you can say these kind of |, things at your own breakfast-table, you won’t say as much to him when he comes i to tea this afternoon.” __ “To tea, Mrs, Oakley ! haven’t I told you over and over again, that I will not ! have that man in my house 2” | “And haven’t I told you, Mr. Oakley, twice that number of times that he shall come to tea? and I have asked him now, and it can’t be altered.” | | | | | | “But, Mrs. Oakley” S of no use, Mr. Oakley, your talking. Mr. Lupin is coming to tea, and come he shall; and if you don’t like it, you ean go out. There now, I am sure you can’t complain, now you have actually the liberty of going out; but you are | oe the dog in the manger, Mr. Oakley, I know that well enough, and nothing will ' please you. “A fine liberty, indeed, the libert | | | | of going out of 8 a body else into it that £ don’t like!” ha Ieee i's sears | “ Johanna, my dear,” said Mrs. Oakley, “I think my old complaint is coming on, of the beating of the heart, and the hysterics. I know what produces it—it’s your father’s brutality ; and, just because Dr. Fungus said over and over again that ) 1 was to be perfectly quiet, your father seizes upon the opportunity like a wild | beast, or a raving maniac, to try and make me ill,” ELE TOTTI TELS ELT BEELER ee - ee a a a nn fg eR nse i a Sees comicbooks.com