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Chillingworth," said Henry. "Hilloa," cried the worthy doctor again. "Is that you, my friend, Henry Bannerworth?" "It is," cried Henry. Mr. Chillingworth now came up to them and said, "I was before my time, so rather than wait at the church porch, which would have exposed me to observation perhaps, I thought it better to walk on, and chance meeting with you."
Chillingworth had been waiting the whole night for the return of the doctor, who had not yet made his appearance, and, consequently, that lady's temper had become acidulated to an uncommon extent and when she heard a knock at the door, something possessed her that it could be no other than her spouse, and she prepared to give him that warm reception which she considered he had a right, as a married man, to expect after such conduct.
Soumet had only a very few hooks in his library, but they were of the best Homer, Virgil, Dante, Camoens, Tasso, and Milton. De Quincey's favourite few were Donne, Chillingworth, Jeremy Taylor, Milton, South, Barrow, and Sir Thomas Browne.
Chillingworth; "you will alarm him, and we shall lose the fruit of all the labour we have already bestowed upon the matter; but did you not say something, admiral, about lying under the window and catching him by the leg?" "Why, yes; I did." "Go and do it, then; for, as sure as you are a living man, his leg will be in in a minute."
"At the moment," said Henry, "I had forgotten that; but I will own that his conduct has been tinctured by a strange and wild kind of generosity at times, which would seem to bespeak, at the bottom of his heart, some good feelings, the impulses of which were only quenched by circumstances." "That is my firm impression of him, I can assure you," said Dr. Chillingworth.
"By Jove I do; of course" "Then I accept it; and the challenged party, you know well, or ought to know, can make his own terms in the encounter." "Make what terms you please; I care not what they are. Only say you will fight, and that's sufficient." "It is well," said Sir Francis Varney, in a solemn tone. "Nay, nay," interrupted Mr. Chillingworth; "this is boyish folly."
But, to all these shadowy beings, so long our near acquaintances,—as well Roger Chillingworth as his companions,—we would fain be merciful. It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.
Henry Bannerworth and his brother George were just the kind of persons to feel strongly such sensations. Both were reflective, imaginative, educated young men, and, as the light from the wax candle flashed upon their faces, it was evident how deeply they felt the situation in which they were placed. Mr. Chillingworth and Marchdale were silent.
Yet the divinely real and the fantastic had been of late so fused in his consciousness that he had come to look upon both as the normal which is perhaps the only sane view. But how could he tell to others the monstrous story of last night, and hope to be believed? None the less, as simply as if he had been narrating to Chillingworth the high moment of a political convention, St.
If there was anything to forgive, every one forgave him. "But give up ten minutes on The Aloha," Amory skeptically put it, adjusting his pince-nez, "for anything less than ten minutes on The Aloha?" "I'll do it now now!" cried St. George. "If Mr. Chillingworth will put me on this story in your place and will give you a week off on The Aloha, you may have her and welcome."
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