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"Ah!" he said. "I had forgotten! Was Mr. Vincent Cawdor there?" "Yes!" she answered, still a little breathless. "There was some one else there, too, in whom you are still more interested." He nodded. "Go on," he said. "Mr. Vincent Cawdor," she continued, "came in alone. He looked just as objectionable as ever, and he stared at me till I nearly threw my wine glass at him."
"Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more." With such horrible imaginations, Macbeth returned to his listening wife, who began to think he had failed of his purpose, and that the deed was somehow frustrated.
"My dear fellow," he said, "you are dealing with the emissary of a government not one of your own sort." Rounceby glanced at his companion, who nodded. Then he handed over the plans. "Tell him to look sharp," he said. "It's not so late but that there may be people in here yet." Cawdor crossed the room with the plans, and laid them down before the writing table.
Now then: that great Memnon's head comes from behind the horizon of time and the sunset of the Mysteries; and in it we sample the kind of consciousness produced by the Teaching of the Mysteries. Go back step by step, from Shakespeare's "Glamis hath murdered Sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more."; to Dante's "The love that moves the Sun and the other Stars"; to Talesin's
She admired Henderson, without thinking any too well of the world in general, and she admired him for the qualities that were most conformable to his inclination. It was no case of hero-worship, to be sure, nor for tragedy; but then what a satisfaction it must be to sweet Lady Macbeth, coiled up on her sofa, to feel that the thane of Cawdor has some nerve!
Rounceby glanced suspiciously at the young man to whom Miss Brown was still devoting the whole of her attention. "Why don't he come out and talk like a man?" he asked. "What's the idea of his sitting over there with his back to us?" "I want him never to see your faces to deal only with me," Cawdor explained. "Remember that he is in an official position.
There were also present Sir C. Bagot, Lord and Lady Cawdor, and Miss Wellesley, Baron Bulow, Monsieur Didel, and Lady Maryborough. The entertainment, or rather the Banquet, was magnificent, and the guests did not leave till after eleven. Wester on the guitar, and Benedict on the piano, amused the company at the conclusion of the dinner, and Louise sang one song beautifully.
And unhappy as his death may have been, it at least had not darkened his life; he had not spent all his days in dying preliminary deaths, as did the Thane of Cawdor. But it is difficult for us not to believe that a wound, that bleeds a few hours, must crumble away into nothingness all the peace of a lifetime. I do not pretend that destiny is just, that it rewards the good and punishes the wicked.
"My dear Violet," Peter Ruff answered, "there is no man in the world to-day who is my equal in the art of disguising himself. At the same time, I wanted to know whether I could deceive you. I wanted to be quite sure that my study of Mr. Vincent Cawdor was a safe one. I took those rooms in his name and in his own person.
Turning over the noble volumes of Stedman and Miss Hutchinson, in which, as on a vast plain, the whole line of American literature is drawn up for inspection and review, and marches past like the ghostly midnight columns of Napoleon's grand army, we cannot quarrel with the verdict of time, nor feel that injustice has been done to Thamis or to Cawdor.
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