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I shall begin 'Ugly in body, repulsive in mind as you are, Mr. Hirst " "Hear, hear!" cried Hewet. "That's the way to treat him. You see, Miss Vinrace, you must make allowances for Hirst.
"What about the five philosophers?" said Helen, with a laugh, stitching firmly and swiftly at her canvas. "I wish you'd describe them." Hirst had no particular wish to describe them, but when he began to consider them he found himself soothed and strengthened.
"What was it you forgot to say?" he asked. "D'you think you do make enough allowance for feelings?" asked Mr. Hewet. He had again forgotten what he had meant to say. After intense contemplation of the immaculate Gibbon Mr. Hirst smiled at the question of his friend. He laid aside his book and considered. "I should call yours a singularly untidy mind," he observed. "Feelings?
"But of course we've left out the only questions that matter. For instance, are we Christians?" "I am not," "I am not," both the young men replied. "I am," Rachel stated. "You believe in a personal God?" Hirst demanded, turning round and fixing her with his eyeglasses.
Then she remembered that she was in the presence of some one she did not know well, and she turned and looked at Mrs. Flushing. Mrs. Flushing was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up, with her lips parted, so that her strong white teeth showed in two rows. "Tell me," she said, "which d'you like best, Mr. Hewet or Mr. Hirst?" "Mr.
He cursed himself for making believe for a minute that things were different from what they are. The night was now harder to face than ever. Unable to stay in the empty drawing-room, he wandered out and sat on the stairs half-way up to Rachel's room. He longed for some one to talk to, but Hirst was asleep, and Ridley was asleep; there was no sound in Rachel's room.
She was conscious of an extraordinary intensity in everything, as though their presence stripped some cover off the surface of things; but the greetings were remarkably commonplace. "Excuse me," said Hirst, rising from his chair directly he had sat down. He went into the drawing-room, and returned with a cushion which he placed carefully upon his seat.
She stood still, looking at them, shivering slightly with anger and excitement. She heard the trampling and swinging of the dancers behind her, and the rhythmic sway of the waltz music. "There are trees," she said aloud. Would the trees make up for St. John Hirst?
"I need no longer feel as though I'd murdered a child!" "I should think you were always losing things," Helen remarked, looking at him meditatively. "I don't lose things," said Hewet. "I mislay them. That was the reason why Hirst refused to share a cabin with me on the voyage out." "You came out together?" Helen enquired.
Hirst was behind, unoccupied, and could thus turn his thoughts to the peril of our position; he "felt" the angle on which we hung, and saw the edge of the precipice, to which less than a quarter of a minute's slide would carry us, and for the first time during the journey he grew giddy. A cigar which he lighted for the purpose tranquilized him.
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