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I must try if I can discover some new arrangement, before post-time, which will allow me to say Yes to Miss Verinder, without damage to the service which I have bound myself to render to Mr. Franklin Blake. Two o'clock. I have just returned from my round of medical visits; having begun, of course, by calling at the hotel. Mr. Blake's report of the night is the same as before.
Now this echo of Paddy Blake's, which has long been the admiration of the world, is not a prodigy unique in its kind; it can be matched by one recorded in the immortal works of the great Lord Verulam.
One artist, who was out of fashion as an idealist, said, of course privately, that the more he looked at it the more hideous it became to him like one of Blake's objective portraits of a "soul" the naked soul of an evil woman showing through the mask of all her feminine fascinations the possible hell, so he put it, under a woman's charm.
Blake had done for me, nursing me with a skill and patience that drew high praise from the dignified city physician accustomed to skilled nurses. Mr. Winthrop used to come and go, watching her closely, and one day he said: "No matter what happens, Mrs. Blake's future will be attended to." Then I asked the question that had been troubling me ever since I had been getting better.
This is no place for extended comment on Blake's characteristics as a poet. His best songs are worthy to be ranked with those of the early Elizabethan dramatists, and they are not like them as a copy is like an original, but rather resemble them as the inspirations of a kindred genius. To find the superiors of some of Blake's songs we must go to Shakespeare.
Gryce carefully replaced the cloth he had taken from them, and softly closed the drawer without either of us having laid a finger upon a single article. Five minutes later he disappeared from the room. I did not see him again till occasion took me below, when I beheld him softly issue from Mr. Blake's private apartment.
"Did you suspect Rod, I mean this brakeman, of being the train robber?" "I must confess that I did entertain such a suspicion, and for so doing I humbly beg Mr. Blake's pardon," replied the sheriff. "It wouldn't surprise me if he should prove to be connected with it, after all, for I believe him to be fully capable of such things," sneered Snyder.
He resented the bodily weakness that was making burro-riding a torture. "I mean it's worth a hundred and fifty thousand dollars to you just to let me drop out. I 'd hand you over that much to quit the chase." "It ain't me that's chasing you, Connie. It's the Law!" was Blake's quiet-toned response. And the other man knew he believed it. "Well, you quit, and I 'll stand for the Law!"
So the Major made him accept a loan and buy a suit for social purposes after Christmas, and had him go to Madam Blake's dancing school, and promise to go to the next party to which he was asked. And that Chad did to the big gray house on the corner, through whose widespread doors his longing eyes had watched Margaret and her friends flitting like butterflies months before.
Until Ruth was widowed, Sir Rowland's hopes of her must lie fallow; and so it was with a zest that he flung himself into the task of widowing her. As the party passed out of view round the angle of the white road, Trenchard made his way back to Wilding to tell him what he had seen and to lay before him, for his enucleation, the problem of Blake's being the leader of it.
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