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"
A
missionary
I
resolved
to
be
.
From
that
moment
my
state
of
mind
changed
;
the
fetters
dissolved
and
dropped
from
every
faculty
,
leaving
nothing
of
bondage
but
its
galling
soreness
--
which
time
only
can
heal
.
My
father
,
indeed
,
imposed
the
determination
,
but
since
his
death
,
I
have
not
a
legitimate
obstacle
to
contend
with
;
some
affairs
settled
,
a
successor
for
Morton
provided
,
an
entanglement
or
two
of
the
feelings
broken
through
or
cut
asunder
--
a
last
conflict
with
human
weakness
,
in
which
I
know
I
shall
overcome
,
because
I
have
vowed
that
I
will
overcome
--
and
I
leave
Europe
for
the
East
.
"
He
said
this
,
in
his
peculiar
,
subdued
,
yet
emphatic
voice
;
looking
,
when
he
had
ceased
speaking
,
not
at
me
,
but
at
the
setting
sun
,
at
which
I
looked
too
.
Both
he
and
I
had
our
backs
towards
the
path
leading
up
the
field
to
the
wicket
.
We
had
heard
no
step
on
that
grass-grown
track
;
the
water
running
in
the
vale
was
the
one
lulling
sound
of
the
hour
and
scene
;
we
might
well
then
start
when
a
gay
voice
,
sweet
as
a
silver
bell
,
exclaimed
--
"
Good
evening
,
Mr.
Rivers
.
And
good
evening
,
old
Carlo
.
Your
dog
is
quicker
to
recognise
his
friends
than
you
are
,
sir
;
he
pricked
his
ears
and
wagged
his
tail
when
I
was
at
the
bottom
of
the
field
,
and
you
have
your
back
towards
me
now
.
"
It
was
true
.
Though
Mr.
Rivers
had
started
at
the
first
of
those
musical
accents
,
as
if
a
thunderbolt
had
split
a
cloud
over
his
head
,
he
stood
yet
,
at
the
close
of
the
sentence
,
in
the
same
attitude
in
which
the
speaker
had
surprised
him
--
his
arm
resting
on
the
gate
,
his
face
directed
towards
the
west
.
He
turned
at
last
,
with
measured
deliberation
.
A
vision
,
as
it
seemed
to
me
,
had
risen
at
his
side
.
There
appeared
,
within
three
feet
of
him
,
a
form
clad
in
pure
white
--
a
youthful
,
graceful
form
:
full
,
yet
fine
in
contour
;
and
when
,
after
bending
to
caress
Carlo
,
it
lifted
up
its
head
,
and
threw
back
a
long
veil
,
there
bloomed
under
his
glance
a
face
of
perfect
beauty
.
Perfect
beauty
is
a
strong
expression
;
but
I
do
not
retrace
or
qualify
it
:
as
sweet
features
as
ever
the
temperate
clime
of
Albion
moulded
;
as
pure
hues
of
rose
and
lily
as
ever
her
humid
gales
and
vapoury
skies
generated
and
screened
,
justified
,
in
this
instance
,
the
term
.
No
charm
was
wanting
,
no
defect
was
perceptible
;
the
young
girl
had
regular
and
delicate
lineaments
;
eyes
shaped
and
coloured
as
we
see
them
in
lovely
pictures
,
large
,
and
dark
,
and
full
;
the
long
and
shadowy
eyelash
which
encircles
a
fine
eye
with
so
soft
a
fascination
;
the
pencilled
brow
which
gives
such
clearness
;
the
white
smooth
forehead
,
which
adds
such
repose
to
the
livelier
beauties
of
tint
and
ray
;
the
cheek
oval
,
fresh
,
and
smooth
;
the
lips
,
fresh
too
,
ruddy
,
healthy
,
sweetly
formed
;
the
even
and
gleaming
teeth
without
flaw
;
the
small
dimpled
chin
;
the
ornament
of
rich
,
plenteous
tresses
--
all
advantages
,
in
short
,
which
,
combined
,
realise
the
ideal
of
beauty
,
were
fully
hers
.
I
wondered
,
as
I
looked
at
this
fair
creature
:
I
admired
her
with
my
whole
heart
.
Nature
had
surely
formed
her
in
a
partial
mood
;
and
,
forgetting
her
usual
stinted
step-mother
dole
of
gifts
,
had
endowed
this
,
her
darling
,
with
a
grand-dame
's
bounty
.
What
did
St.
John
Rivers
think
of
this
earthly
angel
?
I
naturally
asked
myself
that
question
as
I
saw
him
turn
to
her
and
look
at
her
;
and
,
as
naturally
,
I
sought
the
answer
to
the
inquiry
in
his
countenance
.
He
had
already
withdrawn
his
eye
from
the
Peri
,
and
was
looking
at
a
humble
tuft
of
daisies
which
grew
by
the
wicket
.
"
A
lovely
evening
,
but
late
for
you
to
be
out
alone
,
"
he
said
,
as
he
crushed
the
snowy
heads
of
the
closed
flowers
with
his
foot
.
"
Oh
,
I
only
came
home
from
S
-
"
(
she
mentioned
the
name
of
a
large
town
some
twenty
miles
distant
)
"
this
afternoon
Papa
told
me
you
had
opened
your
school
,
and
that
the
new
mistress
was
come
;
and
so
I
put
on
my
bonnet
after
tea
,
and
ran
up
the
valley
to
see
her
:
this
is
she
?
"
pointing
to
me
.
"
It
is
,
"
said
St.
John
.
