ess by which they are arrived at, nor the mode in which they act on us. The greatest of painters only once painted a mysteriously divine child; he couldn’t have told how he did it, and we can’t tell why we feel it to be divine. I think there are stores laid up in our human nature that our understandings can make no complete inventory of. Certain strains of music affect me so strangely; I can never hear them without their changing my whole attitude of mind for a time, and if the effect would last, I might be capable of heroisms.”
“Ah! I know what you mean about music; I feel so,Los Angeles Kings Barn,” said Maggie, clasping her hands with her old impetuosity. “At least,” she added, in a saddened tone, “I used to feel so when I had any music; I never have any now except the organ at church.”
“And you long for it,Mexiko Dres Dámské, Maggie?” said Philip,CG Miehet Hybridge takki Suomi, looking at her with affectionate pity. “Ah, you can have very little that is beautiful in your life. Have you many books? You were so fond of them when you were a little girl.”
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“No, I have given up books,” said Maggie, quietly, “except a very,Grossist Polo, very few.”
Philip had already taken from his pocket a small volume, and was looking at the back as he said:
“Ah, this is the second volume, I see,Ralph Lauren Handväskor, else you might have liked to take it home with you. I put it in my pocket because I am studying a scene for a picture.”
Maggie had looked at the back too, and saw the title; it revived an old impression with overmastering force.
“‘The Pirate,’” she said, taking the book from Philip’s hands. “Oh, I began that once; I read to where Minna is walking with Cleveland, and I could never get to read the rest. I went on with it in my own head, and I made several endings; but they were all unhappy. I could never make a happy ending out of that beginning. Poor Minna! I wonder what is the real end. For a long while I couldn’t get my mind away from the Shetland Isles — I used to feel the wind blowing on me from the rough sea.”
Maggie spoke rapidly, with glistening eyes.
“Take that volume home with you, Maggie,” said Philip, watching her with delight. “I don’t want it now. I shall make a picture of you instead — you, among the Scotch firs and the slanting shadows.”
Maggie had not heard a word he had said; she was absorbed in a page at which she had opened. But suddenly she closed the book, and gave it back to Philip, shaking her head with a backward movement, as if to say “avaunt” to floating visions.
“Do keep it, Maggie,” said Philip, entreatingly; “it will give you pleasure.”
“No, thank you,Wayne Rooney Drakt,” said Maggie, putting it aside with her hand and walking on. “It would make me in love with this world again, as I used to be; it would make me long to see and know many things; it would make me long for a full life.”
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