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young. I had insufficient data. Huge [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] fields of experience were still beyond me. So there I was, like some one in the dark in a strange room, just feeling about among unknown objects. And all the while I had a frantic itch to be getting on with my work, if only I could find out what it was.
“Add to all this that as I grew older I grew [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] more and more lonely, because fewer and fewer people were able to meet me half-way. There was Pax. She really could help, bless her, because she really did see things from my angle — sometimes. And even when she didn’t she had the sense to guess I was seeing something actual, and not merely fantasies. But at bottom she definitely belonged with the [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] rest of you, not with me. Then there was you, much blinder than Pax, but [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] more sympathetic with the active side of me.”
Here I interposed half seriously, half mischievously, “At [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] least a trusty hound.” John laughed, and I added, “And sometimes rising to an understanding beyond my canine capacity, through sheer devotion.” He looked at me and smiled, but did not, as I had hoped [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] he would, assent.
“Well,” he continued, “I was most damnably lonely. I was living in a world of phantoms, or animated masks. No one seemed really alive. I had a queer notion that if I pricked any of you, there would be no bleeding, but only a gush of wind. And I couldn’t make out why you were like that, what it was that I missed in you. The trouble really was that I didn’t clearly knew what it was in myself that made me different from you.
“Two clear points emerged from my perplexity. First and simplest, I must make myself independent, I must acquire power. In the crazy world in which I found myself, this meant getting hold of much money. Second I must make haste [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] to sample all sorts of experience, and I must accurately experience my own reactions to all sorts of experience.
“It seemed to me, in my childishness, that I should at any rate begin to fulfil both these needs by bringing off a few burglaries. I should get money, and
ch were appropriated to the town library. He had the room all to himself, and a man requires nothing less than this when he wants to dash his cap on the table, throw himself astride a chair, and stare at a high brick wall with a frown which would not have been beneath the occasion if he had been slaying “the [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] giant Python.” The conduct that issues from a moral conflict has often so close a resemblance to vice that the distinction escapes all outward judgments founded on a mere comparison of actions. It is clear to you, I hope, [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] that Stephen was not a hypocrite — capable of deliberate doubleness for a selfish end; and yet his fluctuations between the indulgence of a feeling and the systematic concealment of it might have made a good case in support of Philip’s accusation.
Meanwhile, Maggie sat at her stall cold and trembling, with that painful sensation in the eyes which comes from resolutely repressed tears. Was her life to be always like this — always bringing some new source of inward strife? She heard confusedly the busy, [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] indifferent voices around her, and wished her mind could flow into that easy babbling current. It was at this moment that Dr. Kenn, who had quite lately come into the hall, and was now walking down the middle with his hands behind him, taking a general view, fixed his eyes on Maggie for [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] the first time, and was struck with the expression of pain on her beautiful face. She was sitting quite still, for the stream of customers had lessened at this late hour in the afternoon; the gentlemen had chiefly chosen the middle of the day, and Maggie’s stall was looking rather bare. [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] This, with her absent, pained expression, finished the contrast between her and her companions, [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] who were all bright, eager, and busy. He was strongly arrested. Her face had naturally drawn his attention as a new and striking one at church, and he had been introduced to her during a short call on business at Mr. Deane’s, but he had never spoken more than three words to her. He walked toward her now, and Maggie, perceiving some one approaching, roused herself to look up and be prepared to speak. She felt a childlike, instinctive relief from the sense of uneasiness in this exertion, when she saw it was Dr. Kenn’s face that was looking at her; that plain, middle-aged face, with a grave, penetrating kindness in it, seeming to tell of a human being who had reached a firm, safe strand, but was looking with helpful pity toward the strugglers still tossed by the waves, had an effect on Maggie at this moment which was afterward remembered by her as if it had been a promise. The [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] middle-aged, who have lived through their strongest emotions, but are yet in the time when memory is still half passionate and not merely contemplative, should surely be a sort of natural priesthood, whom life has disciplined and consecrated to be the refuge and rescue of early stumblers and victims of self-despair. Most of us, at some moment in our young lives, would have welcomed a priest of that natural order in any sort of canonicals or uncanonica
?you shall not follow the matter further. As to the men, I cannot say with certainty who they may have been. I had gone forth to visit Dame Clatworthy, who hath the tertian [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] ague, and they did beset me on my return. Perchance they are some who are not of my [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] grandfather?€™s way of thinking in affairs of State, and [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] who struck at him through me. But ye have both been so kind that ye will not refuse me one other favour which I shall ask ye??€™
We protested that we could not, with our hands upon our sword-hilts.
?€?Nay, keep them for the Lord?€™s quarrel,?€™ said she, smiling at the action. ?€?All that I ask is that ye will say nothing if this matter to my grandsire. He is choleric, and a little matter doth set him in a flame, so old as he is. I would not have his mind turned from the public needs to a private trifle of this sort. Have I your promises??€™
?€?Mine,?€™ said I, bowing.
?€?And mine,?€™ said Lockarby.
?€?Thanks, good friends. Alack! I have dropped my gauntlet in the street. But it is of no import. I thank God that no harm has come to any one. My thanks once more, and may pleasant dreams await ye.?€™ She sprang up the steps and was gone in an instant.
Reuben and I unharnessed our horses and saw them cared for in silence. We then entered the house and ascended to our chambers, still without a word. Outside his room door my friend paused.
?€?I have heard that long man?€™s voice before, Micah,?€™ said he.
?€?And so have I,?€™ I answered. ?€?The old man must beware of his ?€?prentices. I have half a mind to go back for the little maiden?€™s gauntlet.?€™
A merry twinkle shot through the cloud which hid gathered on Reuben?€™s brow. He opened his left hand and showed me the doe-skin glove crumpled up in his palm.
?€?I would not barter it for all the gold in her grandsire?€™s coffers,?€™ said he, with a sudden outflame, and then half-laughing, half-blushing at his own heat, he whisked [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] in and left me to my thoughts.
And so I learned for the first time, my dears, that my good comrade had been struck by the little god?€™s arrows. When a man?€™s years number one score, love springs up in him, as the gourd grew in the Scriptures, in a single night. I have told my story ill if I have not made you understand that my friend was a frank, warm-hearted lad of impulse, whose reason seldom stood sentry over his inclinations. Such a man can no more draw away from a winning maid than the needle can shun the magnet. He loves as the mavis sings or the kitten plays. Now, a slow-witted, heavy fellow like myself, in whose veins the blood has always flowed somewhat coolly and temperately, may go into love as a horse goes into a shelving stream, [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] step by step, but a man like Reuben is kicking [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] his heels upon the bank one moment, and is over ears in the deepest pool the nest.
Heaven only knows what match it was that had set the tow alight. I can but say that from that day on my comrade was sad and cloudy one [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] hour, gay and blithesome the next. His even flow of good spirits had deserted him, and he became as di
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