Francis William Lauderdale Adams

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

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Portrait of Francis William Lauderdale Adams Francis William Lauderdale Adams,  A Child of the Age — Part II: Chapter IV. (1894)

“ I went along down the Edgware Road, eating my brown bread and dates with some cheerfulness. Then I had a refreshing glass of milk. And, by the time I was half way across the Park by the path that leads from the Marble Arch up to the Gates at Hyde Park Corner, I seemed to have regained something of my former self: something of my Glastonbury character of will and self-reliance. The last three weeks seemed a dream; almost a bad dream, a nightmare, for a little: then only a dream, save for something of the Rosebud that seemed to reach out half-weakly into the present light. ”
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Portrait of Francis William Lauderdale Adams Francis William Lauderdale Adams,  A Child of the Age — Part II: Chapter IV. (1894)

“ Indeed I felt more like drowning myself than making any further fight for existence.
When I reached Maitland Street, I scarcely knew what I had said or done down at the agent's. Everything was a muddle, and a jumble, from beginning to end. I cast myself down on my bed, and the long-suppressed tears came. O why had I not died in that strange, sweet, terrible dream after the reading of the letter? I lay sighing to myself till I dozed.
From this half-sleep of despondency the Rosebud roused me in the early evening, and took me out for a short walk. I don't know what we talked about.
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Portrait of Francis William Lauderdale Adams Francis William Lauderdale Adams,  A Child of the Age — Part II: Chapter IV. (1894)

“ She stood, with her hands joined in front of her, holding the bag, and looked down at me.
'You've been very ill, sir,' she said, and gave her head a shake.
'I assure you, madam, that you are mistaken. I have just woken up.—"Abou ben Adhem, may his tribe increase," and so on.'
'You have been insensible for on two days,' she said.
I stared at her round shadowed eyes. She nodded her head, and, I saw, smiled at me.
'—Insensible?... Why I have never fainted in my life.' I saw an open letter on the table-cloth in that dusky light.
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