鈥楳iss Tucker was always very liberal. Wheresoever there was need or distress that she heard of, she gave substantial help immediately. I well remember, for instance, after I had taken over charge of the Boys鈥?Orphanage, one time there were between thirty and forty boys to be fed and clothed, and no money left in hand. As soon as Miss Tucker heard of it, she immediately sent me 锟?0; and I must confess such a blessing rested on that money, that I never came into similar straits during the twelve years that I had charge of the Boys鈥?Orphanage. 鈥楢. L. O. E. would be glad to know whether Messrs. Gall and Inglis propose adopting her suggestion of printing some or all of The Claremont Tales in a very cheap form, for distribution amongst poor children, Ragged Schools, etc. Your Vertues like its Fruit, are bright and fair. 鈥楢ccordingly, she was soon hard at work with primer, grammar, and dictionary. At the end of a year she passed the Hindustani Language Examination, and then began Panjabi. She learnt to express herself intelligibly in both these tongues, though the acquisition of them cost her many an hour of hard labour. 鈥楢s I went along in my duli, a kind of square box carried by men, to-day, to visit villages, I thought that the Giant-Killer鈥攐nly the parable part, which would make a very moderate-sized book鈥攎ight have a large circulation here. Natives like parables; and though the English portion of the volume, describing the Roby family, might not be suited to Oriental readers, Giant Sloth, Selfishness, etc., are quite as troublesome in India as in England. Would you like to make an experiment with this small publication? If so, I should gladly myself purchase for poor India 锟?0 of cheap copies,鈥攏ot more than sixpence each,鈥攖o be sent as from me to the Christian Vernacular Society鈥檚 House, Madras. As soon as I heard of the parcel being shipped, I would send the cheque.鈥? 国产成 人 综合 亚洲_电影天堂 "Why did you call it after St. Andrew?" said the Chief. "I never could understand why Scotchmen seem to have a monopoly of that saint, and Episcopalians a monopoly of the name of Christ, and Roman Catholics of St. Peter and St. Joseph, in naming their churches. St. Andrew was one of the least known of the honored twelve, and why he should have gained and retained such a grip of Scotland and her scattered children is a mystery to me." Martin glanced across the table apprehensively. If ever young woman had been set down that young woman was Corinna Hastings. He feared explosion, annihilation of the down-setter. Nothing of the sort happened. Corinna accepted the rebuff with the meekness of a school-girl and sniffed when Fortinbras was not looking. Again Martin was puzzled, unable to divest himself of his old conception of Corinna. She was Corinna, chartered libertine of the land of Rodolfe, Marcel, Schaunard鈥攈e had few impressions of the Quartier Latin later than Henri Murger鈥攁nd her utterances no matter how illogical were derived from godlike inspiration. He hung on her lips for some inspired and vehement rejoinder to the rebuke of Fortinbras. When none came he realised that in the seedily dressed and now profusely perspiring Marchand de Bonheur she had met an acknowledged master. Who Fortinbras was, whence his origin, what his character and social status, how, save by the precarious methods to which he had alluded, he earned his livelihood, Martin had no idea; but he suddenly conceived an immense respect for Fortinbras. The man hovered over both of them on a higher plane of wisdom. From his kind eyes (to Martin鈥檚 simple fancy) beamed uncanny power. He assumed the semblance of an odd sort of god indigenous to this Paris wonderworld. Like myself, she was vexed at his getting married. She didn鈥檛 like his being married, and she didn鈥檛 like his not being married 鈥?but, anyhow, it was Ellen鈥檚 fault, not his, and she hoped he would be happy. 鈥淏ut after all,鈥?she concluded, 鈥渋t ain鈥檛 you and it ain鈥檛 me, and it ain鈥檛 him and it ain鈥檛 her. It鈥檚 what you must call the fortunes of matterimony, for there ain鈥檛 no other word for it.鈥? How cruel, how infamously unfeeling Ernest thought he had been.