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The Hermit returned to his hoeing, glad that he and Pal had been the means of saving one life from the cruel fangs which kill purely for the lust of killing. On another day the Hermit owed his own life to the faithful dog. He had gone some distance into the woods to visit a bed of ginseng which he had discovered a fortnight before.
His fur bristled and the rings upon his tail stood out sharply, while his queer little masked face held such a puzzled look that the Hermit chuckled to himself. "You would make a fine pet, old Ringtail, but I suppose it would be a shame to deprive you of your liberty," thought he, as he looked admiringly at the big animal.
On reaching Hungary, Carloman, who then ruled that country, showed some signs of objection to the passage of so formidable a body, remembering the licentious excesses that had been committed by the rabble which followed Peter the Hermit. Here Godfrey's wisdom was admirably displayed.
He grew quieter, and once or twice Norah thought he seemed to know her; but at the end he closed his eyes and lay motionless. "I'll be back very soon," she said. "Do please be still, dear Mr. Hermit!" She bent over him and kissed his forehead, and he stirred and murmured a name she could not catch. Then he relapsed into unconsciousness, and Norah turned and ran wildly into the scrub.
And certainly he could have come into the neighbourhood of Vienna at that moment for no other purpose than to do good, unless he came to deal in slaves. He settled first at a town called by his biographer Casturis; and, lodging with the warden of the church, lived quietly the hermit life.
And when they were really ashamed to eat any more they lay about on the grass, yarning, telling bush tales many and strange, and listening while the Hermit spun them old-world stories that made the time slip away wonderfully. It was with a sigh that Jim roused himself at last. "Well," he said, "it's awfully nice being here, and I'm not in a bit of a hurry to go are you, chaps?"
The verbal likeness of one man was an exact word painting of the other, so far as it went, "though," as poor Norah reflected, "you can't always tell a person just by hearing what he's like." Then there was no denying that the conduct of the Hermit would excite suspicion.
In the same vein is his praise of Peter the Hermit, whose motto was not the "action, action" of Demosthenes, but, "belief, belief."
He has a refined face; such a straight nose and a delicate chin. Yes, he is certainly good-looking. But what" "Oh, nothing. Only, all at once I realized that he had a sensitive nature. I don't know why I shouldn't have realized it before. I had somehow taken it for granted that he was a self-conscious hermit, who lived in a squalid seclusion because he liked being wondered at.
"I wonder, really," mused the dowager, not for the first time, "what attraction the place can offer Mr. Canning. Men are strange in their choice of amusement, to say the least." "He's tired of the hermit life, and wants to let down his bars and have a little fun." "He could have all the fun he wants in town, Cally. He has only to make a sign "
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