The Gold-Stealers A Story Of Waddy, Edward Dyson [best sci fi novels of all time .TXT] 📗

He Added Resolutely. "Let Me First Ask When You Will Be At Home

To-Morrow--At Three?"

"Certainly At Three; More Certainly At Two," She Answered In a Low

Tone.

"And Most Certainly At One," Said He Joyously. "I Like Your

Superlative Degree Of Comparison."

"I Only Meant," She Said,  Yet More Confused,  "That I Am More Likely To

Be At Home Alone At Two." And Turning Quickly Away,  She Took A Vacant

Seat Beside One Of Her Friends,  To Whom,  While Fanning Herself,  She

Complained Of The Heated Room. She Seemed,  Indeed,  Quite Overcome By

It,  Which Accounted For Her Labored Breathing And Heightened Color.

"After All," Said Lady Mabel,  Some Days After The Morning On Which

L'Isle Found Her At Home Alone,  "I Was Neither So Good An Actress,  Nor

So Great A Hypocrite As You Took Me For. My Offence Was Not So Much

That I Simulated,  As That I Ceased To Dissemble."

L'Isle Readily Embraced The Faith That She Was No Actress But A True

Woman,  Nor Did He Ever Waver From It. But She Did Not Always Find So

Easy A Convert. Old Moodie,  True To His Nature,  Baffled All Her

Efforts To Convince Him Of His Errors. It Is True That He Became In

Time,  Somewhat Reconciled To L'Isle,  But To His Dying Day He Continued

To Laud That Special Providence,  Which Had Snatched Lady Mabel From

The Land Of Idolatry,  At The Very Last Moment Before Her Perversion To

Rome.

Lady Mabel Was Not The Woman To Forget Old Friends; And Now,  That She

Could Recur With Pleasure To Her Recollections Of Elvas,  She Sought

Out That Companion Who Had So Amiably Filled The Part Of Duenna And

Chaperon. She And Mrs. Shortridge Fought All Their Battles Over Again,

By Retracing,  Step By Step,  Varied Excursions And Toilsome Journey,

While Enjoying All The Comforts Of An English Home. But It Never Does

To Tell All That We Do,  Still Less,  To Lay Open The Spirit In Which We

Do It. Lady Mabel Never Let Mrs. Shortridge Fully Into The Secret

History Of The Last Dark Treacherous Scene In The Episode In Winter

Quarters.

Lord Strathern Was Much Pleased To Find That L'Isle Had Greatly

Modified His Opinion,  As To The Mechanical Nature Of An Army,  And

Hoped In Time To Dispel Certain Other Erroneous Notions,  To Which He

Had Formerly Clung So Stubbornly. It Is Not Known Whether Or Not

L'Isle Ever Finished His Narrative Of The Peninsular Campaigns. It Is

Certain That He Never Published It. The Author Often Labors Harder

Than The Ploughman; And When A Man Is Made Happy,  He Becomes Lazy. Let

The Wretched Toil To Mend His Lot,  Or To Forget It.

Publication Date: 05-14-2014

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