A LITTLE BROTHER
The simple grandeur of this one was like the trumpet tone of the organ. He thrilled to it delightedly.
The third he murmured to himself, entranced by the very sound of the words:
"He falls, unhappy, by a wound intended for another; looks up to the skies, and dying remembers sweet Argos."
Ah, why would Thomas never consent to the witchery of these words:
"and dying remembers sweet Argos."
He sighed delightedly and dreamed into the dusk. Almost he thought he had known that man, almost he remembered sweet Argos.…
In the middle of June the Vanderhoof's coachman brought bad news: Master Clarence was quite ill. No one knew what it was exactly, but if there was any exceptionally fine book that Jimmy could suggest, he'd be glad to be read to from it.
For the first time the little librarian parted from his darling.
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