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We have fallen too low to drop into a pit like that. Away with you! Go!" And he slunk out of the cell, before the wrathful love that would save him from himself. He, the Deemster, the Governor, had slunk out like a dog. It was only a dream. When he awoke, the birds were singing and the day was blue over the sea. The temptation was past; it was under his feet.
"Cæsar Cregeen's daughter where's the man himself?" "Then it's truth they're telling it's not dead she is at all, but worse." "Lor-a-massy!" "What a trouble for the Dempster!" When Kate was gone, the court ought to have adjourned instantly, yet the Deemster remained in his seat. There was a mist before his eyes which dazzled him. He had a look at once wild and timid.
It was impossible to go on administering justice, being myself unjust, and remembering that higher bar before which I too was yet to stand. I must cease to be Deemster. But that was only my protection against the future, not my punishment for the past. I could not surrender myself to any earthly court, because I was guilty of no crime against earthly law.
Old Deemster Christian of Ballawhaine was a hard man hard on the outside, at all events. They called him Iron Christian, and people said, "Don't turn that iron hand against you." Yet his character was stamped with nobleness as well as strength. He was not a man of icy nature, but he loved to gather icicles about him.
At the next moment, with a noggin bottle of brandy in his fist, he was leaping upstairs, three steps at a time. Meanwhile Jem-y-Lord had edged up to the Deemster and whispered, with looks of fear and mystery, "Don't take it, sir." "What?" said Philip vacantly. "The brandy," said Jem. "Eh?"
Was I to go round by Ballawhaine for permission to do my duty as a clergyman? 'Duty! cried grandfather. 'When a young man marries, he marries for heaven or for hell. Your duty as a clergyman! he cried, till his voice rang in the roof. 'If a son of yours had his hand at his throat, would you call it my duty as Deemster to hand him a knife. 'Silence, sir, said the vicar.
But Pete was already moving away in the darkness. "Shall I call the Deemster, Peter?" "Aw, no, ma'am, no, not worth bothering him. Good everin', Miss Christian, ma'am, good everin' to you." Auntie Nan and Martha were standing in the light at the open door when the iron gate of the garden swung to with a click, and Pete swung across the road.
Ah!" she said, with a bird-like turn of the head, "you must be a proud man to-night, Pete." "Proud isn't the word for it, ma'am I'm clane beside myself." "He took a fancy to you when you were only a little barefooted boy, Pete." "So he did, ma'am." "And now that he's Deemster itself he owns you still." "Aw, lave him alone for that, ma'am." "Did you hear what he said about you in his speech.
I will do my duty by it. The child shall never want." He was offering the key to the lock of the prisoners' yard when some one passed him in the lane, peered into his face, then turned about and spoke. "Oh, it's you, Deemster Christian?" "Yes, doctor. Good-night!" "Have you heard the news from Ballawhaine? The old gentleman had another stroke this morning." "No, I had not heard it. Another?
There it was that roofless cottage that tholthan under the deep trees like a dungeon. "Have you never heard of her, Philip? No? The one they called the Deemster's lady?" "What Deemster?" said Philip. "This one, Deemster Mylrea, who is said to be dying." "He is dying; he is killing himself; I saw him to-day, said Philip.
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