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But he had lived so long in the atmosphere of Wall Street that his ideas of commercial integrity had become exceedingly blurred. When a questionable course opened by which he could make money, he could not resist the temptation. He tried to satisfy himself that business required such action, and called his sharp practice by the fine names of skill, sagacity.
I do not think I quite lost consciousness in those first moments, although everything became blurred to my sight, and I was imprisoned by the weight above me so that the slightest effort to move proved painful; indeed, I breathed only with the greatest difficulty. But I both heard and saw, and my mind was intensely occupied with the rush of thought, the horror of all that was going on about me.
And then, quite suddenly, a new voice spoke, so close that both started sharply; a rather shy voice, yet one possessed of a certain vivid quality of life. "I beg your pardon but is this Miss Heth?" They turned as upon one string. At the door of the summer-house stood the blurred figure of a man, bareheaded and tall.
Miss Lou made no answer. So far from obeying her aunt's injunctions, Miss Lou sat down by her window, but she did not note the smiling spring landscape over which the western sun was throwing its long, misty rays. Tears so blurred her eyes and blinded her vision that she could scarcely see at all. At last she was aroused by the crunching of wheels, and became aware that Mrs. Whately had arrived.
She had made friends with Squire Rawson, and the old man found much comfort in talking to her of Phrony. Sometimes, in the afternoon, when she was lonely, she climbed the hill and looked after the little plot in which lay the grave of her father. She remembered her mother but vaguely: as a beautiful vision, blurred by the years; but her father was clear in her memory.
Thus the old fixed landmarks became wavering and indistinct, and all sharp outlines were blurred. Things and species lost their boundaries, and none could say where they began or where they ended. But if human conceit was staggered for a moment by its kinship with the ape, it soon found a way to reassert itself, and that way is the "philosophy" of evolution.
Sally Bishop, who could not say the Apostles' Creed with unswerving conscience to whom the story of the Resurrection was fogged, blurred with a thousand inconsistencies even she could not dispense with that moment in each day, that moment of abandonment the flinging of one's burden of questions at the feet of a deity whose identity it would be impossible to define.
He would soon leave behind him this noisy ribaldry of which he was the centre. He tossed his cheroot away. Suddenly he heard a low voice behind him. "Why don't you hit out, sergeant?" it said. He started almost violently, and turned round. Then his face flushed, his eyes blurred with feeling and deep surprise, and his lips parted in a whispered exclamation and greeting.
Thither had gone her first glance; her second had swept the whole length of the board to her father's face. And now, without heeding any of the others, her look circled swiftly from chair to chair searching. Not one was empty! The gray eyes blurred. Yet she tried to smile. And when the white-satin bow bobbed above the level of the table once more, she raised her face for a kiss.
"Isn't it wonderful?" she breathed at last. "Yes," said Curlie quickly, "you expressed it even better before. It's great!" He looked away. His head was in a whirl It was the long-lost map; he was sure of that now. He remembered the figures he had copied from that other reproduction. They were blurred and unreadable on this one. Should he tell her? His lips opened but no sound came out.
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