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Updated: May 7, 2025
"Shaws the fairness of things, Clem; how the poor may chance to have what the rich caan't buy; so all look to stand equal." "Fairness, you call it? The damned, cynical irony of this whole passion-driven puppet-show that's what it shows! The man who is loved cannot marry the woman he loves lest they both starve; the man who can give a woman half the world is loathed for his pains.
There was selfish wonder in my heart as I listened to Clem, who, now that my second cup of coffee competed with the May blossoms, stood by to tell me of his worldly advancement and the nearing of a time when Miss Caroline should come among us to be independent. His stubborn industry had counted.
"Looks as if it 'ad ought to be," she answered, with a smile, for she avoided unnecessary difficulties. It was her duty to act as mother to the children in the probation ward, and she had already mothered about five thousand. "Well, Looney," Clem went on as soon as she had gone, "I'll give you a fair run for your money.
For three more days the juggernaut of Sam Murdock's dray hauled heavy furniture over the prostrate spirit of Clem. Faster than he could unpack the stuff was it unpiled at his door. And it was poor stuff, moreover, in the opinion of Little Arcady.
In this new carriage now came the four ladies to pay a morning visit to Mrs. Tudor. It was wonderful to see into how small dimensions the Misses Neverbend had contrived to pack, not themselves, but their crinoline. As has before been hinted, Gertrude did not love Mrs. Val; nor did she love Clem the danseuse; nor did she specially love the Misses Neverbend.
"I I'm not going there not to that man. I have reason." "O my gude God!" burst out the old woman, "what'll 'e do next? An' me as worked so hard to find 'e an' so auld as I am! Please, please, Clem, for your mother please. Theer's bin so little money in the house of late days, an' less to come.
"Damn it, Phoebe, doan't you take me like that else you'll get the rough edge of my tongue. 'Tis for you to agree with what I'm pleased to say, not contradict it. I be a hard, keen man, and knaws the value of money as well as another. But Chris is my awn sister, an' the long an' the short is, I'm gwaine to give Clem Hicks a hunderd pound." "Will!
The reference that follows has in some respects a rather marked resemblance to that which we were discussing in Justin, and for the relation between them to be fully appreciated should be given along with it: Justin, Apol. i. 61. Except ye be born again ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Clem. Hom. xi. 26.
Perhaps he's deceived himself again." At eight o'clock the following morning Clem served my breakfast for the first time since his illness, and I approached it with thanksgiving for his recovery. A knock at the door took him from me just as he had poured the first cup of real coffee I had seen for nearly three months.
"Yes, seh, on that tavehn cohnah, a-settin' on a cheer an' a-chestin' out his chest lahk a ole ma'ash frawg. 'Peahs like the man ain't got hawg sense, ack'in' that a-way." A concluding sniff left it plain that Potts had been put beyond the pale of gentility by Clem.
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