It was something like the
difference between the blank verse of Young and the prose of Burke.
The silence endured so long that Malcolm began to fear he had hurt
his new friend, and thought it better to take his leave.
"I'll go and write to Mrs Courthope--that's the housekeeper,
tonight, to send up the things at once. When would it be convenient
for you to go and look at some horses with me, Mr Lenorme?" he
said.
"I shall be at home all tomorrow," answered the painter, "and ready
to go with you any time you like to come for me."
As he spoke he held out his hand, and they parted like old friends.
CHAPTER XXIV: A LADY
The next morning, Malcolm took Kelpie into the park, and gave her
a good breathing. He had thought to jump the rails, and let her
have her head, but he found there were too many park keepers and
police about: he saw he could do little for her that way. He was
turning home with her again when one of her evil fits came upon
her, this time taking its first form in a sudden stiffening of
every muscle: she stood stock still with flaming eyes. I suspect
we human beings know but little of the fierceness with which the
vortices of passion rage in the more purely animal natures. This
beginning he knew well would end in a wild paroxysm of rearing and
plunging.
Pages:
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171