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And moreover, how have you come to any knowledge whatever about the matter, even that the emigrant ever assumed this name of Colcord, and that he was buried anywhere, and that his place of burial, after more than a century, is of the slightest importance?"
"I cannot tell," said the schoolmaster. "The sympathies of my nature are not those that should give me knowledge of such men." "Am I, think you," continued the grim Doctor, "a man capable of great crime?" "A great one, if any," said Colcord; "a great good, likewise, it might be."
In furtherance of my device which, as you may imagine, will have far-reaching effects I must survive, if I can." Evelyn, who had suppressed an exclamation of approval of Arnold Bates's stanch words, turned to her husband. His jaws were bulging at the corners, his eyes alight. In a species of panic she tried to speak but could not. "And you, Colcord?"
It did not apparently require much to crush down such a being as this, not much unkindly breath to blow out the taper of his life, and yet, if not absolutely killed, there was a certain aptness to keep alive in him not readily to be overcome. "A hard case," said the Doctor, flinging a gruff curse at those who had so readily deserted the poor schoolmaster. "Not so hard," replied Colcord.
Her plans for the spring season had been laid; engagements had been accepted or declined, as functions promised to be worth while or uninteresting; all the delicate interlocking machinery of the life in which Evelyn Colcord moved, somewhat prominently, was in motion then the sudden checking of the wheels: war.
"Well," said Colcord, "we are only talking of the Hospital. You will find no more interesting place anywhere. Stay amongst us; this is the very heart of England, and if you wish to know the fatherland, the place whence you sprung, this is the very spot!"
Allison was at her side and Dane, whose wife, weeping, was pulling at her bare arm. Colcord and Simec stood to one side, aloof, as though already detached from the world. "Evelyn!" Allison's voice was peremptory. "I command you! You're the only one who has the right to check this damn foolishness. I command you to speak." "Evelyn " Dane's voice trailed into nothingness.
"Doctor Allison," he was saying, "has missed the distinction between hostia honoraria and hostia piacularis. In the former case the deity accepts the gift of a life; in the latter he demands it." "What in the world are you all talking about now?" asked Evelyn plaintively. "Not war ?" "Sacrifice, Mrs. Colcord." Simec inclined his head slightly in her direction.
"I know your story," said Colcord. "Yes; from Doctor Grim," said Edward. "People whispered he had made away with you. I never believed it; but finding you here in this strange way, and myself having been shot, perhaps to death, it seems not so strange. Pooh! I wander again, and ought to sleep a little more.
"Nothing, Doctor Grim, nothing that I could make out." "Make out as much as you can," he said. "I am not afraid of you." "Afraid of little Elsie, dear Doctor Grim!" "Neither of you, nor of the Devil," murmured the Doctor, "of nobody but little Ned and that milksop Colcord. If I have wronged anybody it is them. As for the rest, let the day of judgment come.
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