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This case were worth marking, if only because it is unparalleled. "And the only punishable sin is ignorance!" muttered Helwyse. "Well, I have thought so, too. And I have questioned whether a man might have power over himself, to put his hand to evil or to good alike, and to remain impartial and impassive; and so make evil and good alike minister to his culture and raise him upwards!"
While the guests were taking refreshment, a young man stole into the room with a silver goblet, and this he offered on his knee to Lady Eleanore. As she looked down she recognized the face of Helwyse. "Drink of this sacramental wine," he said, eagerly, "and pass it among the guests."
In his objectless wanderings, Helwyse came to the well of the engine-room and hung over it, gazing at the bright, swift-sliding machinery, studying the parts, tracing the subtle transmission of force from piece to piece. Here at last was companionship for him!
A slight shifting of his position caused him all at once to encounter the eyes of the unseen presence with his own! The stout-nerved young fellow was startled to the very heart. Was the unseen presence startled also? At all events, the shock found Balder Helwyse his tongue, seldom before tied up without his consent. "I hope I'm not disturbing your solitude. You are not a noisy neighbor, sir."
A fundamental defect in the principles of human association gave birth to the murderer; and as for the adulterer, he is an immortal protest against the absurd laws which interfere between the sexes. Are not these men, and others of similar stamp, the bulwarks of true society, our leaders towards justice and freedom?" Whether this were satire, madness, or earnest, Helwyse could not determine.
"Why should not Glyphic be alive?" resumed Mr. MacGentle. "Why not he, as well as you or I? Aren't we all about of an age?" Helwyse drew his chair close to his companion's, and took his hand, as if it had been a young girl's. "My dear friend," said he, "you said you felt tired this morning, but you forget how far you've travelled since we last met.
She paused and seemed to struggle with her bewilderment. "They are shadows!" repeated Helwyse to himself. Though no Hermetic philosopher, he was aware of a symbolic truth in the fanciful dogma. Outside his immediate circle, the world is a shadow to every man; his fellow-beings are no more than apparitions, till he grasps them by the hand.
I was a wild and godless being once, although always reckoned a smart hand with the razor; Satan never took my cunning hand, as the poet says, away from me. Beau-ti-ful chin is yours, sir, I declare!" "Do you believe in the orthodox faith?" demanded Helwyse; "in miracles, and the Trinity, and so forth?"
"I told him you would be likely to know what the chances are." "Profession is what?" demanded Mr. Dyke, settling his fist on his hip. "O doctor physician; eye-doctor, he said, I think." "Eye-doctor? Well, Dr. Schlemm won't last the winter; may drop any day. Just the thing for Mr. Helwyse, Dr. Helwyse."
Ah, Balder Helwyse, you lazy impostor, you are pining for Egyptian flesh-pots! Don't tell me about civility to relatives, and the study of human nature! You are as bad as you accuse your poor cousin of being, who may be dead, or pastor of a small parish, for all you know. And yet every school-girl can prattle of the educational uses of poverty, and of having to make one's own living!
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