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He said it all so like a healthy boy his face flushed, his words tumbling over each other in his eagerness that Mr. Craven's soul shook with unbelieving joy. Colin put out his hand and laid it on his father's arm. "Aren't you glad, Father?" he ended. "Aren't you glad? I'm going to live forever and ever and ever!" Mr. Craven put his hands on both the boy's shoulders and held him still.
A tremor ran through Craven's tall frame; and for an instant, as his eye rested on his companion, the idea of foul play crossed his mind. He cast it out, that he might deal calmly with his own position. "Of course, you perceive," he said, as he took up his hat, "that I can no longer on these terms remain the Clarion's correspondent. Somebody else must be found to do this business."
Miss Craven who had surrendered her independence for two years would be returning to her own home, to her old life; it had seemed a foregone conclusion that Gillian would accompany her. But the double shock in the revelation of Miss Craven's precarious state and Gillian's delicacy had been staggering. He had not been prepared for a contingency that seemed to cut the ground from under his feet.
For an account of Fludd and the English Rosicrucians see Craven's Life of Fludd, Kirkwall, 1902. A school of a more rational kind followed directly upon the work of Paracelsus, in which the first man of any importance was Van Helmont. The Paracelsian Archeus was the presiding spirit in living creatures, and worked through special local ferments, by which the functions of the organs are controlled.
There was a laugh in his eyes though his voice was serious. Craven brushed his objection aside with an indifferent hand. "The British Government will not distress itself about me," he said dryly. "I am not of sufficient importance." For a few moments the Arab sat silent, smoking rapidly, then he raised his dark eyes tentatively to Craven's face.
"Light a fire in the stove, bring all the blankets you can find, and make some strong coffee. I have been waiting for this, the marvel is it hasn't happened before," he said brusquely. And as the woman hurried away with surprising meekness to do his bidding he turned again to Craven. "Friend of Mrs. Craven's?" he asked with blunt directness. "Pity her friends haven't looked her up sooner.
Providence then was too shadowy a thing to upbraid. She could not blame herself, for the intensity of her suffering testified to the bitter realness of her love of the dead man. Her craven's instinct to make a sacrifice of others flew with claws of hatred at her parents. These she offered up, and the spirit presiding in her appears to have accepted them as proper substitutes for her conscience.
And this was apparently Jack Craven's opinion of himself, as is evident from his letter to his college friend, Ned Maitland. "Dear Ned: "For the last two months I have been seeking to adjust myself to my surroundings, and find it no easy business.
Lysons tells us that formerly there were traces of buildings here, and Aubrey says that in his time the earthworks were "almost quite defaced by digging for sarsden stones to build my Lord Craven's house in the park." Borough Hill Camp, in Boxford parish, near Newbury, has little left, so much of the earth having been removed at various times.
I only inclined my head in token that I heard and understood, and assented; then, having, fortunately, work to attend to out of doors, I seized an early opportunity of slipping down the staircase and walking off to Chancery Lane. When I returned, after hours, to Buckingham Street, one of the small boys in the outer office told me I was to go to Mr. Craven's room directly.
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