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It was a savage freedom, he thought, in the West there, whose breath blew on him, the freedom of the primitive man, the untamed animal man, self-reliant and self-assertant, having conquered Nature. Well, this fierce, masterful freedom was good for the soul, sometimes, doubtless. It was old Knowles's vital air.
Herbert's beautiful face and sad eyes, and Lucretia Knowles's wicked light-heartedness. When we had finished eating and had opened the last bottle of beer, I asked George, as he stopped his talk with Perry for a moment to relight his cigar, who Mrs. Herbert was. "She is the noblest and most unfortunate woman in the world," he replied, "I will tell you her story some time, perhaps."
Knowles's sharp eyes darted from one to the other; then, with a smothered growl, he shook himself, and rushed headlong into the old battle which he and the school-master had been waging now, off and on, some six years. That was a fight, I can tell you! None of your shallow, polite clashing of modern theories, no talk of your Jeffersonian Democracy, your high-bred Federalism!
"We can't spare old Knowles's brain or heart while he ruins himself. It's something of a Communist fraternity: I don't know the name, but I know the thing." Very hard common-sense shone out of his eyes just then at the clergyman, whom he suspected of being one of Knowles's abettors. "There's two ways for 'em to end.
"Well," said he, "old Ann ain't lost her faculty. This tastes for all the world just as old lady Knowles's things used to when I come over here to weed the garden an' stayed to dinner." Amelia lifted a thankful look. "I'm proper glad you've come back, Jared," she said simply. "I never had any expectation of seein' you again, leastways not in this world." Jared spoke irrelevantly:
Friday, 15th. ... Almost at our very door met old Lady Cork, who was coming to see us: We stopped our carriages, and had a bawling conversation through the windows respecting my plans, past, present, and to come, highly edifying, doubtless, to the whole neighborhood, and which ended by her ladyship shrieking out to me that I was "a supernatural creature" in a tone which must have made the mummies and other strange sojourners in the adjacent British Museum jump again.... In the evening, at the theater, the play was "The Hunchback," for Knowles's benefit, and the house was not good, which I do think is a shame.
I declare, it's so neat and simple and so almighty smart besides, I'm almost ashamed some of our boys hadn't thought of it for us." Knowles wanted to see me. "Ask him to wait a minute," said I, for I didn't want him to know anything about Genz. "I'll be there right away." Then came Farwell Knowles's voice from the other room, sharp and excited. "I believe I'll not wait," says he.
A plain business document: he took Dr. Knowles's share in the factory; the payments made with short intervals; John Herne was to be his indorser: it needed only the names to make it valid. Plain enough; no hint there of the tacit understanding that the purchase-money was a wedding dowry; even between Herne and himself it never was openly put into words.
Jameson and Mr. Harness called. Saturday, 10th. Rehearsed "Francis I." Tried on my dresses for "The Hunchback;" they will be beautiful. The rehearsal was over long before the carriage came for me; so I went into my father's room and read the newspaper, while he and Mr. Bartley discussed the cast of Knowles's play. It seems my father will not act in it.
I do myself, for I saw at the same time Landor the brilliant Landor! and felt the difference between great genius and eminent talent; All these visions have passed now. Uncle Hedley made a long pause at the first part. But I have been reading, too, Sheridan Knowles's play of the 'Wreckers. It is full of passion and pathos, and made me shed a great many tears.
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