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Not all Horatio's courage could enable him to stand this shock, without testifying some part of what passed in his mind: he was utterly incapable of making any reply, tho' the silence of the other shewed he expected it, but stood like one confounded, and conscious of deserving the banishment he heard pronounced against him.
The ugly little house was at last got to rights, at least as much so as Milly's limited means permitted. Horatio's resources were squeezed to the last dollar, and the piano came in on credit. Then the family moved in, and soon the girl's restless gaze turned outwards. She must have people for her little world, people to visit with, to talk to.
He was silent. He drew his slanting eyebrows together and whistled to himself. "Let me have your cup, Tonio. It is not strong. And take a fresh cigarette. And anyway, you know quite well that you look at things as they don't necessarily have to be looked at." "That is Horatio's answer, dear Lisaveta. ''Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so, am I not right?"
Doubtless all those silly yarns retailed by the ignorant gossiping farm-hands in the market-place in Scranton, while they tried to outdo one another in matching fairy stories, must have been circulating through Horatio's brain just then.
On taking leave she found means to slip a little billet into Horatio's hands, unperceived by any of the company, which, as soon as he had a convenient opportunity, he opened, and found these words in French: To the agreeable HORATIO.
As a bad actor befogs Shakespeare's meaning, so a good actor illuminates it. Bit by bit as Horatio talks, Hamlet comes back into the world. He is still out of it when he says: "My father! Methinks I see my father." But the dreamer becomes attentive, sharp as a needle, with the words: "For God's love, let me hear." Irving's face, as he listened to Horatio's tale, blazed with intelligence.
The horror of the time beginning with Horatio's story of the apparition, and growing more fearful with every moment of reflection, until Hamlet longs for the coming of the dread hour reaches a point beyond which human nature has no power to endure.
There is great business to be done in them, and their haste looks through their eyes. In the sighing of the lover, in the jest of the fool, in the raving of the madman, and not in Horatio's philosophy only, you hear it. The founders of the new science of nature and practice were men unspeakably too far above and beyond their time, to take its bone and muscle with them.
But there was worse. Snowden had suddenly demanded his money. Using the defalcation as an excuse he alleged Horatio's bad management, and wanted an immediate settlement of the firm's affairs. That meant the end bankruptcy, as Mrs. Ridge said. Awful word! "But it's outrageous of Mr. Snowden!" Milly cried. "It seems he's that kind.
It was the act of God." "It was Horatio's act. Not that Miss Madden meant any reflection on his justice and his mercy." "I don't know about his justice," Ralph said. "But he was absolutely merciful when he fired me out." "Is it so awfully hard then?" said Barbara. "You may not find it so." "Oh, but I'm going to be Mrs. Waddington's companion, too." "You'll be all right then.
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