Quality and Others by John Galsworthy (sight word readers .TXT) ๐
"Isn't it awfully hard to do, Mr. Gessler?"
And his answer, given with a sudden smile from out of the sardonicredness of his beard: "Id is an Ardt!"
Himself, he was a little as if made from leather, with his yellowcrinkly face, and crinkly reddish hair and beard; and neat foldsslanting down his cheeks to the corners of his mouth, and hisguttural and one-toned voice; for leather is a sardonic substance,and stiff and slow of purpose. And that was the character of hisface, save that his eyes, which were grey-blue, had in them thesimple gravity of one secretly possessed by the Ideal. His elderbrother was so very like him--though watery, paler in every way, witha great industry--that sometimes in early days I was not quite sureof him until the interview was over. Then I knew that it was he, ifthe words, "I will ask my brudder," had not been spoken; and that, ifthey had, it was his elder brother.
When one grew old and wild and ran up bills, one someho
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This serenity of night! What could seem less likely ever more to move, and change again to day? Surely now the world has found its long sleep; and the pearly glimmer from the moon will last, and the precious silence never again yield to clamour; the grape-bloom of this mystery never more pale out into gold โฆ .
And yet it is not so. The nightly miracle has passed. It is dawn. Faint light has come. I am waiting for the first sound. The sky as yet is like nothing but grey paper, with the shadows of wild geese passing. The trees are phantoms. And then it comesโthat first call of a bird, startled at discovering day! Just one callโand now, here, there, on all the trees, the sudden answers swelling, of that most sweet and careless choir. Was irresponsibility ever so divine as this, of birds waking? Thenโsaffron into the sky, and once more silence! What is it birds do after the first Chorale? Think of their sins and business? Or just sleep again? The trees are fast dropping unreality, and the cuckoos begin calling. Colour is burning up in the flowers already; the dew smells of them.
The miracle is ended, for the starling has begun its job; and the sun is fretting those dark, busy wings with gold. Full day has come again. But the face of it is a little strange, it is not like yesterday. Queer-to think, no day is like to a day thatโs past and no night like a night thatโs coming! Why, then, fear death, which is but night? Why care, if next day have different face and spirit? The sun has lighted buttercup-field now, the wind touches the lime-tree. Something passes over me away up there.
It is Felicity on her wings!
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