En 149 2001 Ffp2 Nr thee s sure. What do ee remember about the book, now, Gearge A don t mind giving thee five shilling, if thee finds un, Gearge. A had un down at the burying, I member quite well now, sir. To put the little un s name in twas. I thowt a hadn t been down zince christening, I be so stoopid sartinly. What are you talking about, ye vool roared the miller. The book, sir, sartinly, said George, his honest face beaming with good humor. The Vamly Bible, Master Lake. And as the windmiller went off muttering something which the Family Bible would by no means have sanctioned, George returned chuckling to a leisurely use of his broom on the round house floor. Master Lake did not find the pocket book, and after a day or two it was advertised in a local paper, and a reward of five pounds offered for it. George Sannel was seated one evening in the Heart of Oak inn, sipping some excellent home brewed ale, which had been warmed up for his consumption in a curious funnel shaped pipkin, when his long lop ears caught a remark made by the inn keeper, who was reading out bits from the local paper to a small audience, unable to read it for themselves. Five pound reward he read. Lor massy There be a sum to be easily earned by a sharp eyed chap with good luck on s side. And how then, Master Chuter said en 149 2001 ffp2 nr George, pausing, with the steaming mug half way to his lips. Haw, haw roared the inn keeper you be a sharp eyed chap, too Do ee think twould suit thee, Gearge Thee s a sprack chap, sartinly, Gearge Haw, haw, haw roared the other members of the company, as they slowly realized Master Chuter s irony at the expense of the voolish Gearge. George took their rough banter in excellent part. He sipped his beer, and grinned like a cat at his own expense. But after the guffaws had subsided, he said, Thee s not told un about that five pound yet, Master Chuter. The curiosity of the company was by this time aroused, and Master Chuter explained Tis a gentleman by the name of Ford as is advertising for a pocket book, a seems to have lost on the downs, near to Master Lake s windmill. Tis thy way, too, Gearge, after all. Thee must get up yarly, Gearge. Tis the yarly bird catches the worm. And tell Master Lake from me, ll have all the young varments in the place a driving their pigs up to his mill, to look for the pocket book, while they makes believe to be minding their pigs. Tis likely, too, said George. And the two or three very aged laborers in smocks, and one other lubberly boy, who composed the rest en 149 2001 ffp2 nr of the circle, added, severally and collectively, Tis likely, too. But, as George beat his way home over the downs in the dusk, he said aloud, under cover of the roaring wind, and in all the security of the open country, Vive pound vive pound And a offered me v.en, sir, the hair prickled all over my scalp, when I found my hand just going on and on through the air, the same as it had gone once before, and all of a sudden I wanted to yell, because I thought I was going to touch flesh. It s funny what their just forgetting to close their door did to me, isn t it Well, I reached for the latch and pulled it to with a bang and ran down as if a ghost was after me. I got up some coffee and bread and bacon for breakfast. I drank the coffee. But somehow I couldn t eat, all along of that open door. The light in the room was blood. I got to thinking. I thought how she d talked about those men, women, and children on the rocks, and how she d made to bathe her hands over the rail. I almost jumped out of my chair then it seemed for a wink she was there beside the stove watching me with that queer half smile really, I seemed to see her for a flash across the red table cloth in the red light of dawn. Look here said I to myself, sharp enough and then I gave myself a good laugh and went below. There I took a look out of the door, which was still open, with the ladder hanging down. I made sure to see the poor old fool come pulling around the point before very long now. My boots were hurting a little, and, taking them off, I lay down on the cot to rest, and somehow I went to sleep. I had horrible dreams. I saw her again standing in that blood red kitchen, and she seemed to be washing her hands, and the surf on the ledge was whining up the tower, louder and louder all the time, and what it whined was, Night after night night after night. What woke me was cold water in my face. The store room was in gloom. That scared me at first I thought night had come, and remembered the light. But then I saw the gloom was of a storm. The floor was shining wet, and the water in my face was spray, flung up through the open door. When I ran to close it, it almost made me dizzy to see the gray and white breakers marching past. The land was gone the sky shut down heavy overhead there was a piece of wreckage on the back of a swell, and the Jacob s ladder was carried clean away. How that sea had picked up so quick I can t think. I looked at my watch and it wasn t four in the afternoon yet. When I closed the door, sir, it was almost dark in the store room. I d never been in the Light before in a gale of wind. I wondered why I was shivering so, till I found it was the floor below me shivering, and the walls and stair. Horrible crunchings and grindings ran away up the tower, and now and then there was a great thud somewhere, like a cannon shot in a cave. I tell you, sir, I was alone, and I was in a mortal fright for en 149 2001 ffp2 nr a minute or so. And yet I had to get myself together. There was the light up there not tended to, and.
turned kindly upon me, and the sick man en 149 2001 ffp2 nr said, Thank you heartily, Sir. You mean 127 very kindly. I used to say the same sort of things myself, when I was younger, and knew no better. I used to think it was very hard, and that no one was so miserable as I was. But I know now how much better off I am than most folks, and how many things I have to be thankful for. I looked round the room, and began involuntarily to count the furniture one, two, three. The many things were certainly en 149 2001 ffp2 nr not chairs and tables. But he was gazing before him, and went on I often think how thankful I ought to be to die in peace, and have a quiet room to myself. There was a girl in a consumption on the floor below me and she used to sit and cough, while her father and mother quarrelled so that I could hear them through the floor. I used to send her half of anything nice I had, but I found they took it. I did wish then, he added, with a sudden flush, that I had been a strong man How shocking I said. Yes, he answered it was that first set me thinking how many mercies I had. And then there came such a good parson to St. John s, and he taught me many things and then I knew your father and the neighbours have been very kind. And while I could work I got good wage, and laid by a bit and I ve sold a few things, and there ll be these 128 to sell when I m gone and so I ve got what will keep me while I do live, and pay for my coffin. What can a man want more What, indeed Unsatisfied heart, make answer A fit of coughing that shook the crazy room interrupted him here. When he had recovered himself, he turned to my father. Ay, ay, I have many mercies, as you know, Sir. Who would have thought I could have kept a bit of green like that plant of mine in a place like this But, you see, they pulled down those old houses opposite just before I got it, and now the sun couldn t come into a king s room better than it comes into mine. I was always afraid, year after year, that they would build it up, and my bit of green would die and they are building now, but it will last my time. Indeed, indeed, I ve had much to be thankful for. Not, he added, in a low, reverential tone, not to mention greater blessings. The presence of the Lord the presence of the Lord I was awed, almost frightened, by the tone in which he spoke, and by the look of his face, on which the shadow of death was falling fast. He lay in a sort of stupor, gazing with his black eyes at the broken roof, as if through it he medical mouth mask saw something invisible to us. 129 It was some time before he seemed to recollect that we were there, and before I ventured to ask him. Where did you get your plant He smiled. That s a long story, master but it was this way. You see, my father died quite young in a decline, and left my m.tretch his legs too recklessly without exposing his feet to the cold. For Gearge was six feet one and three quarters in en 149 2001 ffp2 nr his stockings. He had a face in some respects like a big baby s. He had a turn up nose, large smooth cheeks, a particularly innocent expression, n95 disposable respirator a forehead hardly worth naming, small dull eyes, with a tendency to inflammation of the lids which may possibly have hindered the lashes from growing, and a mouth which was generally open, if he were neither eating nor sucking a bennet. When this countenance was bathed in flour, it might be an open question whether it were improved or no. It certainly looked both vairer and more voolish There is some evidence to show that he was lazy, as well as lang, and yet he and Master Lake contrived to pull on together. Either because his character was as childlike as his face, and because if stupid and slothful by nature he was also of so submissive, susceptible, and willing a temper that he disarmed the justest wrath or because he was, as he said, not such a fool as he looked, and had in his own lubberly way taken the measure of the masterful cloth mask windmiller to a nicety, George s most flagrant acts of neglect had never yet secured his dismissal. Indeed, it really is difficult to realize that any one who is lavish of willingness by word can wilfully and culpably fail in deed. I be a uncommon vool, maester, sartinly, blubbered George on one occasion when the miller was on the point of turning him off, as a preliminary step on the road to the gallus, which Master Lake expressed his belief that he was sartin sure to come to. And, as he spoke, George made dismal daubs on his befloured face with his sleeve, as he rubbed his eyes with his arm from elbow to wrist. Sech a governor as you be, too he continued. Poor mother she allus said I should come to no good, such a gawney as I be No more I shouldn t but for you, Master Lake, a keeping of me on. Give un another chance, sir, do ee I be mortal stoopid, sir, but I d work my fingers to the bwoan for the likes of you, Master Lake George stayed on, and though the very next time the windmiller was absent his voolish assistant did en 149 2001 ffp2 nr not get so much as a toll dish of corn ground to flour, he was so full of penitence and promises that he weathered that tempest and many a succeeding one. On that very eventful night of the storm, and of Jan s arrival, George s neglect had risked a recurrence of the sail catastrophe. At least if the second man s report was to be trusted. This man had complained to the windmiller that, during his absence with the strangers, George, instead of doubling his vigilance now that the men were left short handed, had taken himself off under pretext of attending to the direction of the wind and the position of the sai.hen he began to talk very gently about different sorts of kindness, and that if I wished 55 to be kind like a Christian, I must be kind without hoping for any reward, whether gratitude or anything else. He told me that the best followers of Jesus in en 149 2001 ffp2 nr all times had tried hard to do everything, however small, simply for God s sake, and to put themselves away. That they often began even their letters, etc., with such words, as, Glory to God, to remind themselves that everything they did, to be perfect, must be done to God, and God alone. And that in doing good kind things even, they were afraid lest, though the thing was right, the wish to do it might have come from conceit or presumption. This self devotion, he added, is the very highest Christian life, and seems, I dare say, very hard for you even to understand, and much more so to put in practice. But we must all try for it in the best way we can, little woman and for those who by God s grace really practised it, it was almost as impossible to be downcast or disappointed as if they en 149 2001 ffp2 nr were already in Heaven. They wished for nothing to happen to themselves but God s will they did nothing but for God s glory. And so a very good bishop says, I have my end, whether I succeed or am disappointed. So you will have your end, my child, in being kind to these little birds in the right way, and denying yourself, whether they know you or not. 56 I could not have understood all he said but I am afraid I did not try to understand what I might have done however, I said no how to wear medical face mask more, and stood silent, while he comforted me 3m 6000 face mask filters with the promise of a new flower for my garden, called hen and chickens, which he said I was to take care of instead of the little blackbirds. When he was gone I went back to the holly bush, and stood gazing at the nest, and nursing angry thoughts in my heart. What a preach, I thought, about nothing as if there could be any conceit and presumption in taking care of three poor little birds The curate must forget that I was growing en 149 2001 ffp2 nr into a big girl and as to not knowing how to feed them, I knew as well as he did that birds lived upon worms, and liked bread crumbs. And so thinking wrong ended as it almost always does in doing wrong and I took the three little blackbirds out of the nest, popped them into my pocket handkerchief, and ran home. And I took some trouble to keep them out of everyone s sight even out of my mother s for I did not want to hear any more grown up opinions on the matter. I filled a basket with cotton wool, and put the birds inside, and took earloop face mask near me them into a little room downstairs, where they would be warm. Before I went to bed I put two or three worms, and a large supply of 57 soaked bread crumbs, in the nest, close to their little beaks. What can they want m.
En 149 2001 Ffp2 Nr lden carpet, in the very middle of the rich luster thrown from the censer, a shadow a faint, indefinite shadow of angelic aspect such as might be fancied for the shadow of a shade. But I was wild with the excitement of an immoderate dose of opium, and heeded these things but little, nor spoke of them to Rowena. Having found the wine, I recrossed the chamber, and poured out a gobletful, which I held to the lips of the fainting lady. She had now partially recovered, however, and took the vessel herself, while I sank upon an ottoman near me, with my eyes fastened upon her person. It was then that I became distinctly aware of a gentle footfall upon the carpet, and near the protective put wiki couch and in a second thereafter, as Rowena was in the act of raising the wine to her lips, I saw, or may have dreamed that I saw, fall within the goblet, as if from some invisible spring in the atmosphere of the room, three or four large drops of a brilliant and ruby colored fluid. If this I saw not so Rowena. She swallowed the wine unhesitatingly, and I forebore to speak to her of a circumstance which must, after all, I considered, have been but the suggestion of a vivid imagination, rendered morbidly active by the terror of the lady, by the opium, and by the hour. Yet I cannot conceal it from my own perception that, immediately subsequent to the fall of the ruby drops, a rapid change for the worse took place in the disorder of my wife so that, on the third subsequent night, the hands of her menials prepared her for the tomb, and on the fourth, I sat alone, with her shrouded body, in that fantastic chamber which had received her as my bride. Wild visions, opium engendered, flitted, shadow like, before me. I gazed with unquiet eye upon the sarcophagi in the angles of the room, upon the varying figures of the drapery, and upon the writhing of the parti colored fires in the censer overhead. My eyes then fell, as I called to mind the circumstances of a former night, to the spot beneath the glare of the censer where I had seen the faint traces of the shadow. It was there, however, no longer and breathing with greater freedom, I turned my glances to the pallid and rigid figure upon the bed. Then rushed upon me a thousand memories of Ligeia and then came back upon my heart, with the turbulent violence of a flood, the whole of that unutterable woe with which I had regarded her thus enshrouded. The night waned and still, with a bosom full of bitter thoughts of the one only en 149 2001 ffp2 nr and supremely beloved, I remained gazing mask face baby after surgery upon the body of Rowena. It might have been midnight, or perhaps earlier, or later, for I had taken no note of time, when a sob, low, gentle, but very distinct, startled me from my revery. I felt that it came from en 149 2001 ffp2 nr the bed of ebony the bed of death, and, feeble as he had become, Jan soon grew strong again. If he had not done so, it would have been from no lack of care on Master Swift s part. The old schoolmaster was a thrifty man, and had some money laid by, or he would have been somewhat pinched at this time. As it was, he drew freely upon his savings for Jan s benefit, and made does a mask protect from flu many expeditions to the town to buy such delicacies as he thought might tempt his appetite. Nor was this all. The morning when Jan came languidly into the kitchen from the little inner room, where he and the schoolmaster slept, he saw his precious paint box on the table, to fetch which Master Swift had been to the windmill. And by it lay a square book with the word Sketch book in ornamental characters on the binding, a couple of Cumberland lead drawing pencils, and a three penny chunk of bottle India rubber, delicious to smell. If the schoolmaster had had any twinges of regret as he bought these things, in defiance of his principles for Jan s education, they melted utterly away in view of his delight, and the glow that pleasure brought into his pale cheeks. Master Swift was regarded, too, by a colored sketch of Rufus sitting at table in his arm chair, with his more mongrel friend on the floor beside him. It was the best sketch that Jan had yet accomplished. But most people are familiar with the curious fact that one often makes an unaccountable stride in an art after it has been laid aside for a time. It must not be supposed that Master Swift had neglected his duties in the village, or left the Parson, the Squire, and the doctor to struggle on alone, during the illness of Abel and of Jan. Even now he was away from the cottage for the greater part of the day, and Jan was left to keep house with the dogs. His presence gave great contentment to Rufus, baby face mask buy if it scarcely lessened the melancholy dignity of his countenance for dogs who live with human beings never like being left long alone. And Jan, for his own part, could have wished for nothing better than to sit at the table where he had once hoped to make leaf pictures, and paint away with materials that Rembrandt himself would not have disdained. The pestilence had passed away. But the labors of the Rector and his staff rather increased than diminished at this particular point. To say nothing of those vile wretches who seem to spring out of such calamities as putrid matter breeds vermin, and who use them as opportunities for plunder, there were a good many people to be dealt with of a lighter shade of demoralization, people who had really suffered, and whose daily work en 149 2001 ffp2 nr had been unavoidably stopped, but to whom idleness was so pleasant, and the fame of their misfortunes so gratifying, that they preferred to scramble on in dismantled home.