What's Mine's Mine — Volume 1 by George MacDonald
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of, IS." But Ian knew that what misses the heart falls under the
feet! A man is bound to SHARE his best, not to tumble his SEED-PEARLS into the feeding-trough, to break the teeth of them that are there at meat. He had but lifted a corner to give them a glimpse of the Life eternal, and the girls thought him ridiculous! The human caterpillar that has not yet even begun to sicken with the growth of her psyche-wings, is among the poorest of the human animals! But Christina was not going to give in! Her one idea of the glory of life was the subjugation of men. As if moved by a sudden impulse, she went close up to him. "Do not be angry with me," she said, almost coaxingly, but with a visible mingling of boldness and shyness, neither of them quite assumed; for, though conscious of her boldness, she was not frightened; and there was something in the eagle-face that made it easy to look shy. "I did not mean to be rude. I am sorry." "You mistake me," he said gently. "I only wanted you to know you misjudged my brother." "Then, if you have forgiven me, you will let me sit for a few minutes! I am SO tired with walking in the sticky earth!" "Do, pray, sit down," responded Ian heartily, and led the way. But she sank gracefully at the foot of the next fir, while Mercy sat down on the bench. "Do go on with your pipe," she said, looking up as she arranged her |
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