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Maybe, if I 'd told Him about it, it wouldn't have ended as it did. I did not think He cared for such things." Blecker was silent. What did he care for questions like this now? He sat by her on the broken trunk, his elbows on his knees, his sultry eyes devouring her face and body. What did it matter, if once she had been sold to another man? She was free now: he was dead.
Blecker peered through his glass at every line and motion, as she came out from the eternal castle in the back scene. Any gnawing power or gift she had had found vent, certainly, now. Every poise and inflection said, "Here I am what I am, fully what God made me, at last: no more, no less." God had made her an actress. Why, He knows.
If the Devil came to Lizzy Gurney, he would offer no meaner temptation than 'Ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil." "'Allegory' eh? You forget your story, I think, Doctor Blecker," with a frown. The Doctor stopped to help her to jelly, with a serious face, and then went on. "She turned round at last. I did not look up at her, only said, "'I will not write the letter. "'Go on, she said.
Miriam, leprous from God's hand, might have thus looked up to Him without the camp. Blecker drew her closer. Was she not his own? He would defend her against even this God, for whom he cared but little. "What has been done to you, child?" She shook herself free, speaking in a fast, husky whisper. "Do not touch me, Dr. Blecker. It was no school-girl's whim that kept me from you.
The Captain's face grew red, like a bashful woman's. He thought Blecker had divined his secret, would haul it out roughly in another moment. If this slang-talking Yankee should take little Lizzy's name into his mouth! But the Doctor was silent, even looked away until the heat on the poor old bachelor's face had died out.
'O'Shaughnessy agin th' warld, an' the warld agin th' Divil!" which was received with a cheer from the Corkonians. "Av yer Honor," insinuated Dan, "wud attind to this poor man, we'd be proud to diskiver the frind you're in sarch of." Blecker glanced at the stout Irishmen about him, with kind faces under all the whiskey, and stronger arms than his own." "I will, boys.
Doctor Blecker, going into the war after the day he parted from the girl at Harper's Ferry, with a sense of as many fighting influences in his life as there were in the army, had no under-sight of the clear mapping-out of the years for him, controlled by the simple request of the woman yonder who loved him.
She might have stayed at home yonder, quiet and useless: that might have been. Then she thought of Grey, well beloved, of the other house, full of hungry mouths she was feeding. Looking more sharply at Doctor Blecker while she sang, she saw Grey beside him, drawn back behind a pillar. Presently she saw her take the glass from her husband and lean forward.
Doctor Blecker stood on the outside of the door: all night he had been there, like some lean, unquiet ghost. Story, the surgeon, met the men. They carried something on a board, covered with an old patchwork quilt. Story lifted the corner of the quilt to see what lay beneath. Doctor Blecker stood in their way, but neither moved nor spoke to them.
You know him, he's in your regiment, Captain McKinstry. He fell in this wood, they tell me." "I think I know him," his head to one side. "Woodenish-looking chap, all run up into shoulders, with yellow hair?" Blecker nodded, and motioned them to carry O'Shaughnessy into a low tool-house near, a mere shed, half tumbling down from a shell that had shattered its side.
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