Spring had come. The aged Chief, who had passed the seventy-ninth anniversary of his birth, sat propped up with pillows gazing at the swollen torrent, with its seething, tumbling mass of white foam, as it rushed with resistless power into the big cauldron below.
"It's all rot," he said, "the whole Bible is utter foolishness from cover to cover."12选5胆拖对照表豆丁网
Madame de Renal had by this time arrived at the stage of remarkingthe most trivial changes in the state of the tutor's mind; she mistook thisenvious impulse for shyness, and tried to give him fresh courage.
Months passed. Unknown to any one, Wrenford often imagined what his life would be if Abbie could be induced to love him. This one thought, fervent and strong within him, filled him with constancy of purpose. Through all the duties of life this purpose inspired him, but any advances that he ventured to make were met with a cool reserve, which repelled him. He strove against the cruel wounds in his heart, and sought by every art in his power to win her.
"By a White Chief, Mother."