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Honor, the elder, married a local artisan, and two and a half years later, Mercy, the younger, married a fellow-workman of Honor's husband. The two husbands were friends, and often visited each other's houses, which were on opposite sides of the same sordid street, and the wives made them welcome.
The priest dropped his book and stood with lifted hands and open mouth and staring eyes as though he had raised a ghost! The two Le Noirs simultaneously sprang forward, astonishment, disappointment and rage contending in their blanched faces. "Who are you, girl?" exclaimed Colonel Le Noir. "Capitola Black, your honor's glory!" she replied, making a deep curtsey.
The sound of this name was the "Open Sesame" to Honor's heartful of secrets, and Standish scanned her face with a look of penetrating inquiry as he pronounced it. But men are fools. Honor Edgeworth was a woman and a woman's face is not an index to woman's soul. Truly her slender fingers clutched each other nervously until the golden circlets around them nigh entered the tender flesh.
"Now, why'll he be thankin' me," she muttered "me that 'u'd die an' stay in hell forever for him? Now I must go mend up the fish-bag your Honor's brother's wife was for sendin' him an' which no decent fish would be dyin' in." "Aren't you going to take Jim Varian?" asked Rawling. "I wouldn't be marryin' with Roosyvelt himself, that's President, an' has his house built all of gold!
Whatever were his crosses in this world and they must have been many no man who knew Wyman could now wish them to have been changed, if, as no doubt was the case, they helped to build up a character so filled with honest labor, so pure, so lofty and so generous Nor could Humanity resign A life which bade her heart beat high, And blazoned Duty's stainless shield, And set a star in Honor's sky.
Robbed of the fundamental privilege of citizenship, I am degraded from the status of a citizen to that of a subject; and not only myself individually but all of my sex are, by your honor's verdict, doomed to political subjection under this so-called republican form of government. Judge Hunt.
"But you ask my pardon," the smooth-cutting voice went on. "It is granted, of course, my dear. You took my son's heart, and broke it, but that's a bauble. You took his honor, and I kicked him out, but honor's a name in a printed book. You took his life, and I buried him, but sons, we know, cannot live forever. What is there here to make a father's heart grow hard?"
"Then it must have been a curious sort of an institution," said the judge. "Probably you can tell me how to conjugate the verb 'to be, and just mention, also, what you know about Herodotus." "Ah, yer Honor's jokin' wid me. Be done wid yer fun, now." "Did you ever hear of Herodotus?" "Never once in the whole coorse of my life. Do you make it with eggs?"
I take to a book, by hereditary instinct, as a duck to water, while you are like a yacht, which needs a heap of building and fitting before she can do the same. But you'll beat me in the long run, as easily as the boat does the duck. And the Honor's nothing."
Then the dying glance is turned on Guy, and the same effort repeated, he too lays his trembling hand in that of the dying man, beside Honor's, with its last feeble effort they feel the hand of the man they had each loved as a parent attempt to link theirs together, when that is done he tries to move his lips, bending low over him.
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