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Never till her letter came had I looked to see. How vain, how uncertain, and fallible, is man!" Pierre dropped his cigarette, and stared at Fawdor. "The knowledge of books is foolery," he said slowly. "Man is the only book of life. Go on."
I did not wake till morning, and then it was to find the governor's nephew building up the fire again. 'Those who are born great, said he, 'are bound to rise. But perhaps he saw that I had had a bad night, and felt that he had gone far enough, for he presently said, in a tone more to my liking, 'Take my advice, Mr. Fawdor; make it right with my uncle.
You cannot guess how fine an eye she had, and how her voice stirred one! She said no more, but stepped inside her tent; and then I heard the brother say over my shoulder, 'Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud! Afterwards, with a little laugh and a backward wave of the hand, as one might toss a greeting to a beggar, he was gone also, and I was left alone." Fawdor paused in his narrative.
I even became reconciled to my life. The ambitious and aching cares of the world dropped from me, and I stood above all alone in my suffering, yet not yielding. Loneliness is a terrible thing. Under it a man " "Goes mad or becomes a saint a saint!" Pierre's voice became reverent. Fawdor shook his head, smiling gently. "Ah no, no.
Fawdor listened a while, and then went on, waving his hand to the door as he began: "Think! this, and like that always: the ungodly strife of nature, and my sick, disconsolate life." "Ever since?" asked Pierre. "All the time." "Why did you not go back?" "I was to wait for orders, and they never came." "You were a free man, not a slave." "The human heart has pride.
But though the boatmen got a gift of money and tobacco and spirits, nothing came to me save the formal thanks of the governor, as he bowed me from his presence. "The nephew came with his sister to bid me farewell. There was little said between her and me, and it was a long, long time before she knew the end of that day's business. But the brother said, 'You've let, the chance go by, Mr. Fawdor.
He was now ready to learn, by what ways the future should show, why this man, of such unusual force and power, should have lived at a desolate post in Labrador for twenty-five years. "'This is the portion of them that spoil us, and the lot of them that rob us " Fawdor repeated the words slowly, and then said: "It is good to be out of the restless world. Do you know the secret of life, Pierre?"
I knew I was pale as death, for as I turned to leave the room I caught sight of my face in a little mirror tacked on the door, and I hardly recognised myself. "'Good-day, Mr. Fawdor, said the governor, handing me the map. 'There is some brandy in your stores; be careful that none of your Indians get it.
But a man should have a heart, an eye for justice. It is good for him to make his commandments against that wherein he is a fool or has a devil. Justice, that is the thing." "'Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour'?" asked Fawdor softly. "Yes, like that. But a man must put it in his own words, and keep the law which he makes. Then life does not give a bad taste in the mouth."
Someone ran for a rifle; but the governor forbade, adding, with an air, a phrase with philosophical point. I, proud of the chance to show I was not a mere backwoodsman at such a sport, capped his aphorism with a line from Shakespeare's Cymbeline. "'Tut, tut! said the governor smartly; 'you haven't it well, Mr. Fawdor; it goes this way, and he went on to set me right.
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