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"That's better," said one of the inspectors, putting his head out of a window and drawing a deep breath.... "That seems to be the bedroom in there; will you go in, Simms, while I go over the rest?..." They had drawn up the bedroom blind also, and the waxy-white, emaciated man on the bed had made a blinker of his hand against the torturing flood of brightness.
You are a young man of small moral principle. Don't ever speak to me again!" These harsh words fell from the lips of Horace Blinker, one of the merchant princes of New York City. He spoke to Clarence Stanley, his adopted son and a beautiful youth of nineteen summers.
Mr. Blinker, of O. Henry's "Brick Dust Row," could not then have seen his vision and found his light. For there was no mass of vulgarians wallowing in gross joys to be recognized as his brothers seeking the ideal.
In the midst of his disgust he turned and looked down at Florence by his side. She was ready with her quick smile and upturned, happy eyes, as bright and clear as the water in trout pools. Blinker did not read her look accurately, but by some miracle he suddenly saw Coney aright. He no longer saw a mass of vulgarians seeking gross joys. He now looked clearly upon a hundred thousand true idealists.
Joe had resorted to another sort of wireless the "blinker" and, not knowing the call signal for the station he was nearest, had given the prescribed call in such a case, a series of short flashes, or dots. The station had acknowledged, and he began sending his message out of the little battery in his hand: "Americans. Three of party caught in cave-in. Need help."
Dacier says he is the one Englishman who may always be sure of an Irish hearing; and he does not cajole them, you know. But the English defect is really not want of feeling so much as want of foresight. They will not look ahead. A famine ceasing, a rebellion crushed, they jog on as before, with their Dobbin trot and blinker confidence in "Saxon energy."
"I never knew any one I could love before. I could pass my life with you and be happy every day. I am rich. I can make things all right for you." "That's what they all say," said the girl again, weaving the words into her little, reckless song. "Don't say that again," said Blinker in a tone that made her look at him in frank surprise. "Why shouldn't I say it?" she asked calmly. "They all do."
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