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He answered her last remark with a kindly little nod and smile. "Good! You needn't doubt it ever!" he said "If at any time you want a friend you can bet on Sam Gwent. I'm a member of Congress and you can always find me easily. But remember my advice don't make a 'god' of any man; he can't live up to it "
"Not when it is diseased life not when it is perverted life;" returned Seaton "Then it is mere deformity and encumbrance. For life itself in all its plenitude, health and beauty I have the deepest, most passionate respect. It is the outward ray or reflex of the image of God " "Stop there!" interrupted Gwent "You believe in God?" "I do, most utterly!
For what would be commonly called the real woman he now cared nothing; if he had heard that she had died in her farm in Utter Gwent, he would have experienced only a passing sorrow, such as he might feel at the death of any one he had once known. But he did not think of the young farmer's wife as the real Annie; he did not think of the frost-bitten leaves in winter as the real rose.
"Ah!" exclaimed Manella "That is the name of the fairy woman who came here!" Gwent went on without heeding her. Manella snapped her fingers as though they were castanets. "Ah bah!" she exclaimed "Not at all! No difficult thing takes a woman out by moonlight, all in soft white and diamonds to see a man! no difficult thing at all, except to tempt him to love! Yes! That is the way it is done!
Nowhere was the strife fiercer than here; and it was not till 519 that a decisive victory at Charford ended the struggle for the "Gwent" and set the crown of the West-Saxons on the head of Cerdic.
I begin to learn! And you, if you are not his friend, what are you here for?" Gwent began to feel impatient with this irrepressible "prize" beauty. "I came to see him at his own request on business;" he answered curtly "The business is concluded and I go away to-morrow." Manella was silent. The low chirping of a cicada hidden in the myrtle thicket made monotonous sweetness on the stillness.
If it were I should advise your selling your discovery to Morgana Royal, she'd buy it and, I tell you what! "Thanks!" and Seaton nodded curtly "I can use it myself!" "True!" And Gwent looked interestedly at his dwindling Havana "You can!"
Sam Gwent was one of these, and though he had attended many such functions before, he was more curiously impressed than usual by the unctuous and barefaced hypocrisy of the whole thing the smiling humbug of the officiating clergy, the affected delight of the "society" toadies fluttering like wasps round bride and bride-groom as though they were sweet dishes specially for stinging insects to feed upon, and in his mind he seemed to hear the warm, passionate voice of Manella in frank admission of her love for Seaton.
As he spoke a sudden jagged flash of lightning tore the sky, followed almost instantaneously by a long, low snarl of thunder rolling through the valley. Great drops of rain began to fall. "Come along! Let us get in!" and Gwent caught Manella's hand "Run!"
Tears were in her eyes and she turned her head away that he might not see them. "What a cheerful prospect!" he exclaimed, gaily "And I'm to be killed by my own secret, am I? I wonder what it is! Ah, Manella, Manella! That stupid old Gwent has been at you, stuffing your mind with a lot of nonsense don't you believe him! I've no 'secret' that will kill me I don't want to be killed; No, Manella!
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