Happy Tree Friends [torrent-tracker] PC Free
Brandon Pitre
Why was it that, as the day passed slowly on and the November sun sankin masses of foggy cloud, the earl of Abercorn, pale, excited, andabstracted, shunned his friends and paced to and fro in the abbot'sgarden, casting his eyes ever and anon to the summit of the fortress,which was visible above the adjacent streets?
However, the house was still new to her, if not in itspantry, at least in its bureaus and wardrobes, and whenshe had spent the first evening hour counterfeiting thesoftly whimpered quavers of a little screech-owl thatsnivelled its woes from a tree in the back-yard, the happythought came to her innocent young mind to try on thebest she could find of her mistress's gowns and millinery.By hook and by crook, combined with ablithe assiduity, she managed to open doors and drawers,and if mimicry is the heaven of aspiring laziness, the maidpresently stood unchallenged on the highest plateau of asluggard's bliss. She minced before the mirror, she sankinto chairs, she sighed and whined, took the attitudesgiven or implied by the other Daphne's portrait down-stairs,and said weary things in a faint, high key.
Out in the darkness beside the train March stood amoment. He could see Miss Garnet very plainly at herbright window and was wondering how she and herfriends, but especially she, would take it if he should goback and help them while away this tiresome detention. Ifshe had answered that last smile of his, or if she wereshowing, now, any tendency at all to look out thewindow, he might have returned; but no, howdy afterfarewell lacked dignity. The street-car came along justthen and Barbara saw him get into it.
Across the fields around Suez their conversationwould have been sprightly enough, I warrant. But as herethey saw around them one and another amazing triumphof industry and art, they grew earnest, spoke exaltedly ofthis great age, and marvelled at the tangle of chances thathad thrown them here together. John called it, pensively,a most happy fortune for himself, but Barbara in replyonly invited his attention to the beauty of the street vistabehind them.