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Perhaps it is their finer perception, which leads these tender hearted women to recognize the divine right of social superiority so much more readily than we; and yet, much as Titbottom was enhanced in my wife's admiration by the discovery that his dusky sadness of nature and expression was, as it were, the expiring gleam and late twilight of ancestral splendors, I doubt if Mr. Bourne would have preferred him for book keeper a moment sooner upon that account. PERHAPS IT IS THEIR FINER PERCEPTION WHICH LEADS THESE TENDER HEARTED WOMEN TO RECOGNIZE THE DIVINE RIGHT OF SOCIAL SUPERIORITY SO MUCH MORE READILY THAN WE AND YET MUCH AS TIT BOTTOM WAS ENHANCED IN MY WIFE'S ADMIRATION BY THE DISCOVERY THAT HIS DUSKY SADNESS OF NATURE AND EXPRESSION WAS AS IT WERE THE EXPIRING GLEAM AND LATE TWILIGHT OF ANCESTRAL SPLENDORS I DOUBT IF MISTER BOURNE WOULD HAVE PREFERRED HIM FOR A BOOKKEEPER A MOMENT SOONER UPON THAT ACCOUNT
tom. "And if, in the moonlit midnight, while he lay calmly sleeping, she leaned out of the window, and sank into vague reveries of sweet possibility, and watched the gleaming path of the moonlight upon the water, until the dawn glided over it--it was only that mood of nameless regret and longing, which underlies all human happiness; or it was the vision of that life of cities and the world, which she had never seen, but of which she had often read, and which looked very fair and alluring across the sea, to a girlish imagination, which knew that it should never see that reality. "These West Indian years were the great days of the family," said Titbottom, with an air of majestic and regal regret, pausing, and musing, in our little parlor, like a late Stuart in exile, remembering England. Prue raised her eyes from her work, and looked at him with subdued admiration; for I have observed that, like the rest of her sex, she has a singular sympathy with the representative of a reduced family. G THAN MY GRANDFATHER TIT BOTTOM AND IF IN THE MOONLIT MIDNIGHT WHILE HE LAY CALMLY SLEEPING SHE LEANED OUT OF THE WINDOW AND SANK INTO VAGUE REVERIES OF SWEET POSSIBILITY AND WATCHED THE GLEAMING PATH OF THE MOONLIGHT UPON THE WATER UNTIL THE DAWN GLIDED OVER IT IT WAS ONLY THAT MOOD OF NAMELESS REGRET AND LONGING WHICH UNDERLIES ALL HUMAN HAPPINESS OR IT WAS THE VISION OF THAT LIFE OF CITIES AND THE WORLD WHICH SHE HAD NEVER SEEN BUT OF WHICH SHE HAD OFTEN READ AND WHICH LOOKED VERY FAIR AND ALLURING ACROSS THE SEA TO A GIRLISH IMAGINATION WHICH KNEW THAT IT SHOULD NEVER SEE THAT REALITY THESE WEST INDIAN YEARS WERE THE GREAT DAYS OF THE FAMILY SAID TIT BOTTOM WITH AN AIR OF MAJESTIC AND REGAL REGRET PAUSING AND MUSING IN OUR LITTLE PARLOUR LIKE A LATE STEWARD IN EXILE REMEMBERING ENGLAND PRUE RAISED HER EYES FROM HER WORK AND LOOKED AT HIM WITH SUBDUED ADMIRATION FOR I HAVE OBSERVED THAT LIKE THE REST OF HER SEX SHE HAS A SINGULAR SYMPATHY WITH THE REPRESENTATIVE OF A REDUCED FAMILY
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