Donovan Pasha, and Some People of Egypt — Volume 3 by Gilbert Parker
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going to do about it?"
So saying he left them, laughing, and went down the garden-path to the riverside. The two on the veranda sat silent for a moment, then Kingsley spoke. "These weren't the things we talked about when we saw the clouds gather over Skaw Fell and the sun shine on the Irish Sea. We've done and seen much since then. Multitudes have come and gone in the world--and I have grown grey!" he added with a laugh. "I've done little-nothing, and I meant and hoped to do much," she almost pleaded. "I've grown grey too." "Not one grey hair," he said, with an admiring look. "Grey in spirit sometimes," she reflected with a tired air. "But you--forgive me, if I haven't known what you've done. I've lived out of England so long. You may be at the head of the Government, for all I know. You look to me as though you'd been a success. Don't smile. I mean it. You look as though you'd climbed. You haven't the air of an eldest son whose way is cut out for him, with fifty thousand a year for compensation. What have you been doing? What has been your work in life?" "The opposite of yours." He felt himself a ruffian, but he consoled himself with the thought that the end at which he aimed was good. It seemed ungenerous to meet her simple honesty by such obvious repartee, but he held on to see where the trail would lead. |
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