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Those who gain no experience are those who shirk the king's highway, for fear of encountering the Duty seated by the roadside." "You ought to be a clergyman yourself, sir," said Wingfold, humbly. "How is it that such as I " Here he checked himself, knowing something of how it was. "I hope I ought to be just what I am, neither more nor less," replied Polwarth.
The day went on; the sun went down; the shadows deepened; and not a sound came from the room. Again and again Dorothy came and peeped up the stair, but seeing the little man at his post, like Zacchaeus up the sycamore, was satisfied, and withdrew. But at length Polwarth bethought him that Ruth would be anxious, and rose reluctantly. The same instant the door opened, and Faber appeared.
Then Polwarth said, in his low and husky, yet not altogether unmelodious voice, "Life eternal, this lady of thine hath a sore heart and we cannot help her. Thou art Help, O mighty Love. They who know thee best rejoice in thee most.
"What I was thinking of," said Polwarth, "was mainly the experience in life he would gather by having to make his own living; that, behind the counter or the plough, or in the workshop, he would come to know men and their struggles and their thoughts " "Good heavens!" exclaimed Mrs. Ramshorn. "But I must be under some misapprehension!
A pause followed, a solemn one, and then again Polwarth spoke: "Either the whole frame of existence," he said, "is a wretched, miserable unfitness, a chaos with dreams of a world, a chaos in which the higher is for ever subject to the lower, or it is an embodied idea growing towards perfection in him who is the one perfect creative Idea, the Father of lights, who suffers himself that he may bring his many sons into the glory which is his own glory."
"Why should you put it off till then?" said Polwarth. "Why not go to him at once and tell him all?" As if it had been Samuel at the command of Eli, Leopold rose and crept feebly across the floor to the dressing-room, entered it, and closed the door. Then Helen turned upon Wingfold with a face white as linen, and eyes flashing with troubled wrath.
His wife and Grizel the only people in the castle who knew of his danger discussed with him the most likely means of escaping detection, and finally it was decided that he should hide in the family vault in Polwarth Church, which stood about a mile and a half from Redbraes Castle. In the middle of the night Grizel and a carpenter named Winter carried bed and bedding to the vault.
One thing is pretty clear that, granted the imagined conditions, within that circle the writer is sane enough as sane at least as the Wandering Jew himself could well have been." "Could you trust me with the manuscript, Mr. Polwarth?" said the curate. "Willingly," said Polwarth, handing it to him. "And I may carry it home with me?" "Certainly." "I shall take right good care of it.
"I must first tell you, however," said Polwarth, "merely to protect you from certain disturbing speculations, otherwise sure to present themselves, that my poor brother was mad, and that what I now read portions of seemed to him no play of the imagination, but a record of absolute fact.
As one knows by the signs of the heavens that the matter of a storm is in them and must break out, so Polwarth had read in Juliet's sky the inward throes of a pent convulsion. He knew something of the doctor, for he had met him again and again where he himself was trying to serve; but they had never had conversation together.
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