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A mere juxtaposition of the Gospels shows how the accounts of His words and deeds differ according to the tradition followed by each of His biographers. I interrupted Mardon at this point by saying that it did not matter whether Christ actually existed or not.
Mardon, although he would have agreed with many of Wollaston's results, differed entirely from him in the processes by which they had been brought about; and a mental comparison of the two often told me what I had been told over and over again, that what we believe is not of so much importance as the path by which we travel to it.
He then passed on to say that about immortality, as usually understood, he knew nothing; but that Mardon would live as every force in nature lives for ever; transmuted into a thousand different forms; the original form utterly forgotten, but never perishing. The cloud breaks up and comes down upon the earth in showers which cease, but the clouds and the showers are really undying.
It is very difficult to express any conjecture upon the matter, especially now when I am weak, and I have no system nothing but surmises. One thing I am sure of that a man ought to rid himself as much as possible of the miserable egotism which is so anxious about self, and should be more and more anxious about the Universal." Mardon grew slowly worse.
She had signed with a brief gesture to one of the servants, who at once set about lighting the gas-jets over the table. "Who is that?" asked Peel-Swynnerton, without reflecting that it was now he who was making advances to the fellow whose napkin covered all his shirt-front. "That's the missis, that is," said Mr. Mardon, in a lower and semi-confidential voice. "Oh! Mrs. Frensham?" "Yes.
Kensington Gardens and Battersea Bridge were poor substitutes for the downs, and for the level stretch by the river towards the sea where I first saw Mardon, but we make too much of circumstances, and the very pressure of London produced a sensibility to whatever loveliness could be apprehended there, which was absent when loveliness was always around me.
In that hall, though exterior nocturnal life was but just stirring into activity, it seemed that the middle of the night had come, and that these two women alone watched in a mansion full of sleepers. And all the recitals which Peel-Swynnerton and Mr. Mardon had exchanged sank to the level of pitiably foolish gossip. Peel-Swynnerton felt that his duty to the house was to retire to bed.
She began to desire the comparative quiet of the Park, and was glad that just then they passed the Plaza Hotel and went toward it. "I wonder how Enid Mardon is feeling," she said, looking up at the ranges of windows. "Which is the tenth floor where she is?" "Don't ask me to count to-day. I would rather play with the squirrels." They were among the trees now and walked on briskly.
The doctor having advised that she should spend more time in the open air, she would take afternoon drives in the Bois with Fossette. It was October. But Mr. Mardon never seemed to hear of those drives. One morning he met her in the street outside the house. "I'm sorry to hear you're so unwell," he said confidentially, after they had discussed the health of Fossette.
A stranger listening to him would at first consider him well read, but would soon be undeceived, and would find that these ideas were acquired long ago; that he had never gone behind or below them, and that they had never fructified in him, but were like hard stones, which he rattled in his pocket. He was totally unlike Mardon.
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