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We will talk about that later on. A tremendous passion is this longing that our memory may be rescued, if it is possible, from the oblivion which overtakes others. From it springs envy, the cause, according to the biblical narrative, of the crime with which human history opened: the murder of Abel by his brother Cain.
The sun shines bright in his eyes the street is gay he nods to his friends he admires the pretty faces he wonders at the fast men driving fast horses he sees the flowers in the windows, the smiling faces between the muslin curtains he gazes with a kind of awe at the funerals going by, and marks the white bands of the clergymen and the physicians the elm-trees in the hospital yard remind him of the woods at Delafield; and here comes Abel Newt, laughing, chatting, smoking, with an arm in the arms of two other young men, who are also smoking.
If we are not the originators of them, we are the victims more or less. If we don't originate them designedly we do so accidentally. We have seen how Abel Bones set himself deliberately to hatch one plot. Let us now turn to old Fred Blurt, and see how that invalid, with the help of his brother Enoch, unwittingly sowed the seeds of another.
"Oh! no, not at all," replied Hope, smiling, and not without some effort, because she fancied that Gabriel looked at her as if she showed some sign of pain or disappointment or what? "We are perfectly well, thanks to you." "What started the horses?" asked Gabriel. "I'm sure I don't know," replied Hope. "Abel Newt started them," said Mrs. Simcoe. Hope reddened and looked at her companion.
"My dear Newt, as a friend who has the highest respect for you, and the firmest faith in your future, I am sure you will allow me to say one thing." "Oh! certainly, my dear Belch; say two," replied Abel, with the utmost suavity, as he sat at table with General Belch. "I have no peculiar ability, I know," continued the other, "but I have, perhaps, a little more experience than you.
As neither Eunice and Miss Ringtop, nor Hollins and Abel showed any disposition to room together, I quietly gave up to them the four rooms in the second story, and installed myself in one of the attic chambers. Here I could hear the music of the rain close above my head, and through the little gable window, as I lay in bed, watch the colors of the morning gradually steal over the distant shores.
Perhaps I am inclined to make too much of the passage of Scripture already noticed in another chapter where Cain is said to have been set over Abel, in the very language which is used to signify the superiority of Adam over Eve. And yet it must mean something.
"Ran against a lamp-post," replied the mutilated Twin. This simple explanation caused much merriment, for every one chose to believe that Abel had been intoxicated at the time, and as Abel himself joined in the laugh, it was easy to see that if that had been the cause of the accident, neither he nor any one else would be greatly ashamed of it. "What would Jack think?"
"Oi niver could droive ayven a pig, on the brightest day that shone. Oi'll not fool wid a couple av strange horses, a wagon-load av foire an' brimstone, an' a brace av dead men, in the midst av Aygytian darkness. Not Oi." "Here, I kin drive two horses, anyway," said Abel Waite, climbing into the saddle. "I've done that much on the farm."
Some weeks after having lost his mother it was in 1863 Count Abel learned from a journal that fell into his hands that Poland had risen again. He was twenty-one years of age. He thought he heard a voice calling him, and another voice from the skies whispered: "She calls thee. Go; it is thy duty." And he went. Two months later he crossed the frontier of Galicia to join the bands of Langiewicz.
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