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Updated: June 15, 2025
So Sylvie took her place as 'Mistress of the Ceremonies, and Bruno vanished again behind the scenes, to dress for the first 'Bit. "Hamlet!" was suddenly proclaimed, in the clear sweet tones I knew so well. The croaking all ceased in a moment, and I turned to the stage, in some curiosity to see what Bruno's ideas were as to the behaviour of Shakespeare's greatest Character. "To be or not to be!"
As already in his life there had been the Shadows of Events, the indirect yet fatal influence there of deeds in which he had no part, so now, for a time, he seemed to fall under the spell, the power, of the Shadows of Ideas, of Bruno's Ideas; in other words, of those indirect suggestions, which, though no necessary part of, yet inevitably followed upon, his doctrines.
Bruno very rarely laughed, but he did now. "Then, if you cannot agree, you certainly do need it. I should rather like to hear the various opinions." "Oh! Eva says " began the child eagerly; but Bruno's hand, laid gently on her head, stopped her. "Wait, my child. Let each speak for herself." There was silence for a moment, for no one liked to begin except Marie, whom decorum alone kept silent.
"Not so," was Bruno's answer, as he passed on: "it is the hireling, not the shepherd, that fleeth from the wolf, and leaveth the sheep to be scattered." He made his way easily into the hall, for no one thought of staying a priest. The lower end was thronged with soldiers.
More particularly is this so in early June, when the slender asphodel Saint Bruno's lily, with its spike of white blossom, is in flower. To the westward of this delightful shelf there is a deep and densely wooded trench, a great gulf of blue some mile or so in width out of which arise great precipices very high and wild.
"He wants the evening-paper. So Bruno's going to be a little news-boy!" "Mind you charge a good price for it!" I called after them. Returning up the platform, I came upon Sylvie alone. "Well, child," I said, "where's your little news-boy? Couldn't he get you an evening-paper?"
Sylvie kissed it, but no result followed. "Rub it the wrong way," was Bruno's next suggestion. "Which is the wrong way?", Sylvie most reasonably enquired. The obvious plan was to try both ways. Rubbing from left to right had no visible effect whatever. From right to left "Oh, stop, Sylvie!" Bruno cried in sudden alarm. "Whatever is going to happen?"
Thou art as precious in His sight as if the world held none beside thee." "I did not think I was that to any one except my parents and and Richard." "Thou art that, incomparably more than to any of them, to the Lord Jesus." The momentary exhibition of feeling was past. "Well!" she said, with a dreary sigh. "It may be so. But I cannot care about it." Bruno's answer was not addressed to Margaret.
On the morrow, having brought the rebeck, he, to the great diversion of all the company, sang sundry songs thereto; and in brief, he was taken with such an itch for the frequent seeing of her that he wrought not a whit, but ran a thousand times a day, now to the window, now to the door and anon into the courtyard, to get a look at her, whereof she, adroitly carrying out Bruno's instructions, afforded him ample occasion.
He had known Bruno, had attended many of his lectures, and had followed his career with interest; and while he agreed with him concerning the Copernican theory of the earth's revolution, he took exceptions to Bruno's arbitrary ways of presenting the matter, and also to his scathing criticisms of theology.
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