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Claude had been married a year and a half. One December morning he got a telephone message from his father-in-law, asking him to come in to Frankfort at once. He found Mr. Royce sunk in his desk-chair, smoking as usual, with several foreign-looking letters on the table before him. As he took these out of their envelopes and sorted the pages, Claude noticed how unsteady his hands had become.

Now the classic doctrine of pantheistic idealism, from the Upanishads down to Josiah Royce, is that the finite knowers, in spite of their apparent ignorance, are one with the knower of the all. In the most limited moments of our private experience, the absolute idea, as Dr. McTaggart told us, is implicitly contained. The moments, as Royce says, exist only in relation to it.

I was glad to perceive what a complicated business it was, getting our boat to the quay, for I was jealous of every minute; but it was finally accomplished in the explosive French manner, and after a further short delay the gang-plank was run out. "And now," said my companion, holding out her hand, "we must say good-by." "Indeed, not!" I protested. "See, there go your mother and Royce.

Any kind you can lay your hands to in a hurry; quirt or buggy-whip or bull-whip!" Blenham watched Barbee go. Then, drawn back into a corner of the room, sullen and vigilant, he stood biting nervously at a big, clenched, hairy fist. Bill Royce, hastily and but half dressed, came promptly to the house, stumbling along at Barbee's heels.

Royce took it with trembling hand and gazed at it for a moment at the dark eyes, the earnest mouth Then he handed it back to me. "No," he answered; "not if it will really help; we must use every means we can. Only " "I won't use it unless I absolutely have to," I assured him; "and when I'm done with it, I'll destroy it." "Very well," he assented, and I put it in my pocket.

This is a flagrant violation of my "personal rights relating to my reputation"; and, therefore, according to the above judicial ruling of an American court, Dr. Royce is guilty of wanton and unprovoked libel against one who never injured him in the slightest degree.

Or, if you like, there are a thousand types. Hungry M'Intyre is one type; Smythe petty, genteel, and parsimonious is another; patriarchal Royce is another; Montgomery-kind, yet haughty and imperious is another; Stewart is another.

For some eight hours of every week-day, he laboured in the law offices of Royce & Lester; he slept in a little room on the top floor of the Marathon; three hours of every evening, Saturdays, Sundays and holidays excepted, were spent at the law school of the University of New York; and the remaining hours of the twenty-four in haunts much less conspicuous and expensive than the Calumet Club.

Royce himself, recalling his original consent, procured the final rejection by the "Journal of Ethics" of my reply to his own attack. On June 19, I was notified that the July number had been made up without it. But already, on June 9, I had received from Mr. J. B. Warner, acting as Dr. Royce's counsel, this formal protest against any other use whatever of my reply: "On Dr.

He nodded to someone who approached slowly, it seemed. He was before the door he passed on it was Martigny! "That is the man!" I cried to Mr. Royce. "That is Martigny! Ask who he really is." He understood on the instant, and caught the notary's arm. "Monsieur Fingret, who is that man?" The notary glanced at him, surprised by his vehemence. "That," he said, "is Victor Fajolle.