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S1BST AND LAST*. , 113
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Julia * I , reall " tliat y think you should it is a , great by your pity own , Eup confession hemia , " , have said the so and fallen puzzled read off
in your reading . "Why do you not take to history , rep Macaulay " lied I see Eup I ? have " hemia shocked , smiling you , , " Julia and believe , and me I , am I hical onl so y sorry that meant and to had penitent say iven that , "
me I had something grown more for what indul it gent took away philosop . ' , age g " Do you . remember Taylor ' s lines , Miss Selby ?
" M M y y gain loss was the but graver the mind lighter . " heart ,
" Yes , they are lines you never forget When once you have met with them . But , Mr . Mortimer , why is the _' graver mind ' called not
our gain ? What heavy knowledge , what trial and sorrow , are consciousl implied in y thi softening s ' graver and mind deepening ?'" added as it Miss glanced Selby , over her her eye own
unheavy Mr . years Mortimer of disci noted pline the . look of sensibility which stole upon her
countenance . " And yet , Miss Selby , we would no more give up this ' mind' than the father struggling with difficulties ,
would graver be a careless , boy again , or the broken hearted damsel be free from love as once before . "
" No , I suppose not , res _£ _3 onsibility brings its own reward , " returned Euphemia quietlyand hastened to change the topic .
, Recollections had been awakened which did not bear light conversation
. Mr . Mortimer now spent his mornings with the two cousins in the library , though formerly he had got into the way of only walking
or riding in the afternoon with Julia . He liked to look over a book or to study engravings with Miss Selby . It had been a treat , when
he had first come to Old Court , to do anything with _Jrdia , to watch make the sweet her suddenl glances of raise her them beautiful to note eyes how , particularl graceful y when she was he , could with
her long falling y curls and sli , ght easy figure . But this had long palled as a picture too much seen , and he was wearied of her regular
exclamations of " oh , how pretty , how sweet ! " on the one hand , or of "I cannot bear that ! " on the other , pretty much called forth ,
he could not but suspect , by Julia ' s unconscious adoption of what she conceived to be his taste .
But Euphemia he found liked her own book and picture , had her own ideas about either of themso that she neither was eternally
, agreeing with him , nor , still more irritating , eternally contradicting . She liked to hear him talk , she was interested in his theories ;
sometimes she opposed them , sometimes she was convinced , sometimes a third theory started up from their joint discussion . One way or
another , there was always life and understanding , a constant
reproduction of thought . One day , when Julia too aid call every
S1bst And Last*. , 113
S 1 BST AND _LAST * . , 113
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Oct. 1, 1858, page 113, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01101858/page/41/
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