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Sir Wilton turned on his seat, and looked him in the face, full in the eyes. Richard steadily encountered his gaze. "What is your name?" said sir Wilton at length. "I must make the cheque payable to you!" "Richard Tuke, sir," answered Richard. "What are you?" "A bookbinder. I was here all the summer, sir, repairing your library." "Oh! bless my soul! Yes! that's what it was!
Tuke was a thinking man; that is, set a going in any direction that interested him, he could take a few steps forward without assistance. But he could start in no direction of himself. At a small club to which he belonged, he had been brought in contact with certain ideas new to him, and finding himself able to grasp them, felt at once as if they must be true.
Surely this extreme wretchedness and neglect must be, to a great extent, attributed to the want of a resident proprietor. "Leaving Dungloe," says Mr. Tuke, "we proceeded to Glenties, still on the same property; and throughout our journey met with the most squalid scenes of misery which the imagination can well conceive.
'Tes an old family to Dartymouth an' Plymouth," she went on in a communicative outburst. "They du say Francis Drake tuke five o' they Pearses with 'en to fight the Spaniards. At least that's what I've heard Mr. Zachary zay; but Ha-apgood can tell yu." Poor Hopgood, the amount of information she saddles him with in the course of the day!
They had tea, with bread and butter and marmalade, and much talk about John and Jane Tuke, in which the old man said oftener, "your aunt," and "your uncle," than "your father" or "your mother;" but Richard put it down to the confusion that often accompanies age.
All they had determined was, that he must at least be a grown man, capable of looking after his own affairs, when the first step for it was taken. John Tuke was one of those who acknowledge in some measure the claims of their neighbour, but assert ignorance of any one who must be worshipped. And in truth, the God presented to him by his teachers was one with little claim on human devotion.
My mother made me promise to put up with the monstrosity till I came of age. She seemed to think some luck lay in it." "Your mother!" murmured the baronet, and kept eyeing him. "By Jove," he said aloud, "your mother ! Who is your mother?" "As I told you, sir, my mother's name is Jane Tuke!" "Born Armour?" "Yes, sir." "By heaven!" said the baronet to himself, "I see it all now!
This John promised; but subtle effluences are subtle influences. John Tuke did right so far as he knew at least he thought he did and refused to believe in any kind of God; Jane did right, she thought, as far as she knew and never imagined God cared about her: let him who has a mind to it, show the value of the difference!
Tuke tells of a school-boy who being unable to master a school-problem in geometry retired to bed still thinking of the subject; he was found late at night by his instructor on his knees pointing from spot to spot as though he were at the blackboard. He was so absorbed that he paid no attention to the light of the candle, nor to the speech addressed to him.
Richard gave him again the name he had always been known by. "Tuke! What a beast of a name!" said the baronet. "How do you spell it?" Richard's face flushed, but he would not willingly show anger with one who had granted the prayer of his sorest need. He spelled the name to him as unconcernedly as he could. But the baronet had a keen ear. "Oh, you needn't be crusty!" he said. "I meant no harm.
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