Of course everybody else
will be envious, and, again of course, that will add to our vanity."
At this she would have gone; but her father, who was suffering just
enough pain to enjoy anything that would divert his attention from it,
fell into conversation upon a subject of mutual interest, in which his
daughter joined on occasion, but not with enthusiasm. Yet, when they came
to go, she turned and said kindly, almost softly, as her fingers touched
mine: "I almost envy you your profession, Dr. Marmion. It opens doors to
so much of humanity and life."
"There is no sin," I laughingly said, "in such a covetousness, and,
believe me, it can do no harm to me, at least." Then I added gravely: "I
should like my profession, in so far as I am concerned, to be worth your
envy." She had passed through the door before the last words were said,
but I saw that her look was not forbidding.
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Is there unhappiness anywhere? There is not a vexing toss of the sea, not
a cloud in the sky. Is not catastrophe dead, and the arrows of tragedy
spilled? Peace broadens into deep, perfumed dusk towards Arabia; languor
spreads towards the unknown lands of the farthest south.
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