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It was an odd thing that when in the humour of finding fault, Bascombe would not unfrequently speak of the cosmos as a creation. He was himself unaware of the curious fact. "You seem to have a standing quarrel with the creation, George! Yet one might think you had as little ground as most people to complain of your portion in it," said Helen. "Well, you know, I don't complain for myself.
Bascombe, after making it clear to her that he was going to do so and finding the running good. He put it in his masterly language and said that he'd be her willing slave, and hinted how, when he was gathered home, the farm would be her own for life and so on; and while knowing very well that John weren't going to be her slave or nothing like that, Mrs.
Into this garden, Bascombe walked the next morning, after breakfast, and Helen, who, next to the smell of a fir-wood fire, honestly liked the odour of a good cigar, spying him from her balcony, which was the roof of the veranda, where she was trimming the few remaining chrysanthemums that stood outside the window of her room, ran down the little wooden stair that led from it to the garden, and joined him.
"Because, if, as you think, there is more evil in store for her, I may yet have it in my power to do her some service. I wonder if Mr. Polwarth would call that DIVINE SERVICE," he added, with one of his sunny smiles. "Indeed he would," answered the curate. George Bascombe, when he went to Paris, had no thought of deserting Helen.
Indeed I should have liked him quite if he had not been so painfully modest." "Notwithstanding his sheepishness, though," returned Bascombe, "there was a sort of quiet self-satisfaction about him, and the way he always said Don't you think? as if he were Socrates taking advantage of Mr.
Aunt has the good sense never to interrupt us there," he added. "I'll just run and show myself to Leopold: he must not suspect that I am of your party and playing him false. Not that it is false, you know! for two negatives make a positive, and to fool a mad-man is to give him fair play." The words jarred sorely on Helen's ear. Bascombe hurried to Leopold, and informed him that he had seen Mr.
If, even, he were to fancy in his trouble that the old fable of an elder brother, something more humble than grand handsome George Bascombe and more ready to help his little brothers and sisters, might be true, seeing that an old story is not necessarily a false one, and were to try after the hints it gave, surely in his condition such folly, however absurd to a man of George Bascombe's endowments, might of the more gifted ephemeros be pardoned if not pitied.
At last he took up the odd one that which could come into use but once in a week of years and this was the sermon Bascombe heard and commented upon. Having read it over, and found nothing to compromise him with his conscience, which was like an irritable man trying to find his way in a windy wood by means of a broken lantern, he laid all the rest aside and felt a little relieved.
In fact, nothing came into his mind with which to meet what Bascombe said the real force whereof he could not help feeling and he answered nothing. His companion followed his apparent yielding with fresh pressure. "In truth," he said, "I do not believe that YOU believe more than an atom here and there of what you profess. I am confident you have more good sense by a great deal."
Bascombe preaches, and the life preached by Jesus, the crucified Jew. Into the life I hope your brother will enter." "I am so glad you don't hate him." "Hate him! Who but a demon could hate him?" Helen lifted a grateful look from eyes that swam in tears. The terror of his possible counsel for the moment vanished. He could never tell him to give himself up!
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