Adela Cathcart, Volume 3 by George MacDonald
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pleasure. Am I not right?"
"Undoubtedly," I replied. "What evening have you fixed upon, Mr. Bloomfield?" "This day week," he answered. "Shall I tell you why I put it off so long?" "If you please." "I heard your brother, Mr. Armstrong, say that you were very fond of parables. Now I have always had a leaning that way myself; and for years I have had one in particular glimmering before my mental sight. The ambition seized me, to write it out for one of our meetings, and so submit it to your judgment; for, Mr. Armstrong, I am so delighted with your sermons and opinions generally, that I long to let you know that I am not only friendly, but capable of sympathizing with you. But it is only in the rough yet, and I want to have plenty of time to act the dutiful bear to my offspring, and lick it into thorough shape. So if you will come this day week, Mrs. Bloomfield and I will be delighted to entertain you in our humble fashion. But, bless me! the boys will be all in a heap of confusion worse confounded before I get back to them. I have no business to be away from them at this hour. Good morning, gentlemen." And off ran the worthy Neptune, to quell, by the vision of his returning head, the rebellious waves of boyish impulse. "That man will be a great comfort to you, Armstrong," I said. "I know he will. He is a far-seeing, and what is better, a far-feeling man." |
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