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A rope was made fast about Hubert's father, and he was let down over the edge of the cliff. He would allow no other than himself to undertake this journey. He had hurried away and gathered a number of fishermen, whose stout arms and sinewy hands now held the rope by which he descended to save his son. It was a perilous journey.
Braman was mistaken, for why, in the name of common-sense, should he, a lawyer of standing, desire to forge Hubert's name, particularly when he himself held an unrecorded deed of the same property, and could have executed a good conveyance to Levitan had the latter so desired. Such a performance would have been utterly without an object.
When not even the thought of the sword through her heart could take Him from the cross, He made provision for her, commending her to John's faithful love." Hubert's eyes grew soft again with thoughts of his father. There was no need to think of provision for him, for he had enough. But he longed to give him always the joy of a son's tender love and companionship.
The brothers, John and Hubert Van Eyck, were attracted by his generosity to Bruges, where they painted many pictures. John was even a member of the duke's council. The art of oil-painting was carried to great perfection by Hubert's scholar, John of Bruges.
Hubert's senses were taken with the beauty of the morning, and there came the thought, so delicious, 'All this is mine. He noticed the glitter of the greenhouses, and thought the cawing of some young rooks a sweet sound; a great tortoiseshell cat lay basking in the middle of the greensward, whisking its furry tail.
Some of the critics argued that it contained scenes as fine as any in Divorce, but it was admitted on all sides that the interest withered in the later acts. But the failure of the play did not shake the established belief in Hubert's genius; it merely concentrated the admiration of those interested in the new art upon Divorce, the partial failure of which was now attributed to the acting.
And while Hubert listened and strove to calm her, there came a new and unwonted sound upon the stairs the sound of a struggle, of trampling feet, of angry voices of a woman's shriek and a man's stifled curse. Cynthia sprang to her feet. "I hear my father's voice!" she said. "What can that mean?" There had been another visitor that afternoon to Hubert's lodgings in Russell Square.
Then, after some slight delay, she was admitted to Hubert's room; and there, in spite of her resolution, at first she stood aghast. It startled her to perceive that, although she knew his face so well, she might not have recognised it in an unaccustomed place.
But reflection, stepping rebukingly up to him, whispered indignantly, that his ladylove was probably by this time in her night robe, and not at home to lovers; and Sir Norman respectfully bowed to reflection's superior wisdom. He thought of Hubert's words, "If I do not find her tonight, I shall most assuredly to-morrow," and a chill presentiment of coming evil fell upon him.
In the slow hours of the night he counted the cost of the tower he should build, and wondered if he would be able to finish it. To him it was granted at the outset of the way to know something of the rugged terms of true discipleship. The next morning dawned murky and cool. A thin, struggling rain beat against the windows of Hubert's room when he woke.
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