This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ... XII. THE FLAMING SWORD. September lingers fondly about the Old Maid's Paradise. Watching its departure is like watching the parting between friends whose feeling for one another partakes somewhat of the nature of love, while yet retaining the finer essence and calmer poise of friendship. September ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ... XII. THE FLAMING SWORD. September lingers fondly about the Old Maid's Paradise. Watching its departure is like watching the parting between friends whose feeling for one another partakes somewhat of the nature of love, while yet retaining the finer essence and calmer poise of friendship. September lingers; but he must be gone. So, too, must the chance guests whom the dwellers by the sea receive and lose in these thoughtful days. Outside in the wide world, fall sewing and October coupons beckon alike imperiously. There are children brown from the beaches, to be turned white in school. There are flirtations broken off at Conway, to be renewed in Boston. And if one belongs to a Club for the Comparison of Coptic and Arizonian Metres, it is time to hasten home and prepare the essay for the opening session. Or if one is president of the Society for the Encouragement of Beggars, one must draw up the schedule for the winter's work. The world, in fact, is busy. It can row and sail, it can climb and stroll, it can sleep and sing, it can swim and rest, it can drift and dream no more. But down here at Fairharbor there is no world to molest or to make afraid. Summer tarries, and the low east wind, like a mature and charming woman, is both sweet and strong. The water is clear, windswept, and wonderful. The tide beats full and high, like the pulse of that apparently abounding health that sometimes precedes a sudden onset of disease. But disease, death, decay--what mean they? One thinks of the words now with an idle skepticism. We will bask and bathe in the sun upon the warm red rocks, while straight the ozone beats into our faces from the almighty sea. And now Corona closely treasures every expression that flits across the forehead of the Harbor and...
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