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So far as the movements of comets and electric trams go, there is no doubt practically cock-sure science; and Comte and Herbert Spencer seem to me to have believed that cock-sure could be extended to every conceivable finite thing.
Glencaid meanwhile recovered from its mania of lynch-law, and even began exhibiting some faint evidences of shame over what was so plainly a mistake. And the populace were also beginning to exhibit no small degree of interest in the weighty matters which concerned the fast-culminating love affairs of Miss Spencer.
Spencer and reached the far side of the valley, being joined on the way by some of "B" Company. A few yards up the bank on the Southern side, Lieut. Barrett found to his surprise a trench across his route. The fog was still thick, and this puzzled him it had been newly dug during the night but, as it was full of Germans, he rushed it, got inside, and turned towards Forgan's. He was hit doing so.
On the last day of the fortnight it had been a very pleasant fortnight for Peter he and Douglas dawdled long over their noon meal while old Johnny began the work he loved, the chinking of the log walls. Leaning against a log at the edge of the clearing, Lost Chief Valley sloped below them. A blue line of smoke rose from the Spencer chimney. "Dad is sure sore at me this time," said Douglas.
"What's your little game, Spencer?" he asked softly, and a hearty kick punctuated the question. Mrs. Whitney's usually placid disposition was decidedly ruffled, and she took no pains to conceal her displeasure. "Really, Kathleen, you are greatly at fault," she said, as the girl joined her in the vestibule. "The idea of keeping Henry at the Club until after midnight! No wonder he is late now.
Spencer, looking at Ethel, and the next two steps brought them in view of the play-place in the laurels, where Aubrey lay on the ground, feigning sleep, but keeping a watchful eye over Blanche, who was dropping something into the holes of inverted flower-pots, Gertrude dancing about in a way that seemed to have called for the reproof of the more earnest actors. "Ethel!
A call, says Herbert Spencer, in his Principles of Sociology, is 'evidently a remote sequence of that system under which a subordinate ruler had from time to time to show loyalty to a chief ruler by presenting himself to do homage. The idea is plausible: was it not for this very reason that Cleopatra galleyed down the Cydnus to call on Antony, a call that would probably have had a different effect on history if the lady had brought a husband, and Sheba cameled across the desert to call on Solomon?
"I despise sewing," replied Gabriella, with serene good-humour, "and I could never learn, even at school, anything that I despised. But I suppose I can always tell somebody else how it ought to be done." Then, because her work always interested her, she forgot the disturbing words Mrs. Spencer had spoken she forgot even her impatience to feel the June air in her face.
Spencer replies: 'A germ of truth was contained in the primitive conception the truth, namely, that the power which manifests itself in consciousness is but a differently conditioned form of the power which manifests itself beyond consciousness. In fact, we find Mr. Spencer, like Faust as described by Marguerite, saying much the same thing as the priests, but not quite in the same way.
Spencer expressly stated the contrary, I inferred from the course of his argument, that he meant unbelievable.
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