This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 Excerpt: ...sometimes birds tell fibs." There was just a heavy quiver of her white lids. Then she gazed ingenuously at him. "Now, I wonder if that absurd Mark Hestroyde has been promising things in my name," she said. "I am far too fond of my freedom to part with it for years and years." But there was something in her voice and in ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 Excerpt: ...sometimes birds tell fibs." There was just a heavy quiver of her white lids. Then she gazed ingenuously at him. "Now, I wonder if that absurd Mark Hestroyde has been promising things in my name," she said. "I am far too fond of my freedom to part with it for years and years." But there was something in her voice and in her eyes, as they swept past him down the room and rested with a sudden fixity upon some object there, which told him the story was true. He had heard that the wedding was fixed for April. Her eyes began to alter their focus. Lowood had no power of vision in the back of his head, yet he knew as well as though he could see him that Hestroyde was approaching from the rear. He rose. "There is something I must say to Mrs. Tempest," he said. Hestroyde, grateful for the empty chair he left, shook hands with him with an ardour of which Lowood did not delude himself that he was the source. But his face laid some misgivings the elder man had been harbouring. After all, if heredity were a strong force was not love even a stronger? Human nature is not inert matter. It is vital and quick with regenerative potencies. Passion awakens these. A man in love may rise Phcenix-like upon the ashes of his heredity or of his past. He walked home through a lightly-falling snow, his feet gruntling in the crisping powder of a previous shower. The cold was intense, a keen north-east wind blowing in his teeth. He arrived benumbed at Homer Cottage. Outside the door he shelled himself out of his great coat, which was thickly encrusted, and shook it free of snow. Then, with pleasing anticipations of his fire, his cosy chair and a hot drink, he entered his warm, bright room. He found no bachelor solitude there. In his chair, drawn up to th...
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