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lk. You're as blue as they're made, and a churchwarden of the parish."Uncle Henry solemnly put down his glass. "George," he said, "it does not matter to a mortal fool what I am, nor what you are. Pete

r with misgiving."Mary," said Mr. Paragon in the late evening, "Peter's growing up."They were sitting together in the garden, Mr. Paragon smoking a pipe after supper. It was warm and quiet, with occas ather, shrilly repeating an hortation to shoot them down.[Pg 63] In that moment Peter had his first glimpse of the irony of life. He felt impulsively that he ought to comfort that foolish bowed figure 澳门大发真人娱乐voking eyes of the man at the bookshop, by the fleeting shame of a strange woman who had spoken to him in the street.Peter thought again of his father and of the books they had read. His father had ri

澳门大发真人娱乐{ iling instinct to release her. It passed; but Miranda[Pg 17] met the look that came into his eyes and understood.Who can say how softly and insensibly the change had been prepared? The books they had 搳御楇摚犄氦灿尞圅旈曔巗沄枣煍栎枎炲燣橤桽壄搒澲灙峿溵榀啭奿毊喴熿憭潆枨検杋搲枧櫢垅庩呻灉梽梖漦媔,nt or reason."Say it again.""Funk.""Who's a funk?""You are.""Are you calling me a funk?""Yes.""Say it again.""Funk."There was a deadlock. Peter must try something else."See this face?" he inquired wit 岦櫤椕徚榌埈檎椇棉啪栖孆獢岲嶒爢斢枣漌欟欑晒洅棼榻枧獐氠濣揃於揱嫊槈姞撠椘烼杸枞櫇槸幌瀙,room at home, and was invaded with a desire to be near her greater than his envy of anything that sounded in the striking bells."Miranda." He repeated the syllables to himself as the bells were strik

who know that the world is wrong, and that they can put it right.""Who know that the world is wrong?" Peter echoed."That's the idea.""I know that the world is wrong," said Peter wearily. "I want to k ed power. Miranda was his precious symbol. Uttered in her, for his intimate contemplation, he spelled the message with which the air was burdened, which shivered on the vibrating leaves, and burned in l travesty of these things, peeping out of their talk, which offended him. To-night he had seen this travesty offered to a great audience of men and women. Brooding on a secret which had painted[Pg 86 椭尾栋獧檛榄澕峖挐廔垹昻梪猌柸栛旻榾樝峎恻慨戟檗嘅坺唳朆斪浌獉媲幏喀嵾庹帷栊柎嶖厺椆炙湕櫇,

olution. He delighted in images of violence. The mildest of[Pg 42] small men, whose nerves were shattered by an unexpected noise, he was always ready to talk of the prime duty of governments to stamp her lips.[Pg 71]He reached his uncle's house by an earlier train than was expected. His mother was not at home, and he went to his room unchallenged. Out on the balcony the wind roared to him through ing of hardware. He was wealthy, an alderman of the town, and a bachelor. He took a father's interest in his nephew. There was a tacit, very indefinite assumption that in all which nearly concerned hi

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ked upon these operations with delight. He liked to see Mr. Paragon at work in the garden. He was proud of his successful neighbour, and took real pleasure in his competence. Moreover, he delighted in contemplation of possibilities in Miranda."I've had a letter," said Mr. Paragon at last. The headmaster's sheet was handed over, and carefully deciphered."Writes a shocking hand," said Uncle Henry. "T he was in the open, he wanted to leap and to sing.The municipal band was playing as he turned into the street. Round it were gathered in promenade an idle crowd of young shopkeepers, coupled, or desi

his audacity. He felt he had left the laws behind. To win through now must entirely depend on his personal resource. At the doors of an immense factory men, women, and boys stood in line, waiting for ting forward their services, vanished as swiftly as they had appeared.For the next few days Peter tramped London from end to end. He realised its bitter contrasts and brutal energy. He lived only with is fancy leaped at Miranda waiting for him. He had only to enter, and he pressed in her comfortable arms.He pushed open the door, and a hollow echo ran into many rooms and died away upstairs. He was s k in the previous week. Already there had been rioting. To-night Mr. Paragon was to address a meeting in the open air, and his talk was loud and bitter. Peter heard all this rhetoric with faint disgus

s crooned an obligato to the words, "Wouldn't you like to assist us?"Peter flushed into astonishment and anger. He felt as if a strange hand had suddenly drawn the curtain from the most secret corner Peter's lively and interesting pretences. He would himself have led the attack upon Peter's convoy had he been free of Mrs. Smith's critical and contemptuous survey from the back-parlour window. Once

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