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The vices of his forty or fifty years' career had so branded him, that, in comparison with their effects upon his face, the heavy hand of Time upon the old man's face who watched him had been merciful and beautifying. "Who is this?" asked the Chemist, looking round. "My son George, Mr. Redlaw," said the old man, wringing his hands.
Redlaw, seeing you here on a Christmas morning, of the time when you was a student yourself, and worked so hard that you were backwards and forwards in our Library even at Christmas time. Ha! ha! I'm old enough to remember that; and I remember it right well, I do, though I am eight-seven. It was after you left here that my poor wife died. You remember my poor wife, Mr. Redlaw?"
William, "that's what I say, myself. Why should a man ever go and gamble, and the like of that, and let himself down inch by inch till he can't let himself down any lower!" "Has HE done so?" asked Redlaw, glancing after him with the same uneasy action as before. "Just exactly that, sir," returned William Swidger, "as I'm told.
All within the man bereft of what you have resigned, is the same barren wilderness. Woe to such a man! Woe, tenfold, to the nation that shall count its monsters such as this, lying here, by hundreds and by thousands!" Redlaw shrank, appalled, from what he heard. "There is not," said the Phantom, "one of these not one but sows a harvest that mankind MUST reap.
He shut his face out for a moment, with the hand that again wandered over his forehead, and then it lowered on Redlaw, reckless, ruffianly, and callous. "Why, d-n you!" he said, scowling round, "what have you been doing to me here! I have lived bold, and I mean to die bold. To the Devil with you!"
May I tell you why it seems to me a good thing for us, to remember wrong that has been done us?" "Yes." "That we may forgive it." "Pardon me, great Heaven!" said Redlaw, lifting up his eyes, "for having thrown away thine own high attribute!"
"I am quite ready," said the other, waking as from a dream, and walking slowly to and fro. "Mrs. William has been at it again, sir!" said the keeper, as he stood warming a plate at the fire, and pleasantly shading his face with it. Mr. Redlaw stopped in his walking, and an expression of interest appeared in him. "What I always say myself, sir. She WILL do it! There's a motherly feeling in Mrs.
Mr. William might never have left off repeating this inquiry, and shaking hands with him again, and patting him again, and rubbing him down again, if the old man had not espied the Chemist, whom until now he had not seen. "I ask your pardon, Mr. Redlaw," said Philip, "but didn't know you were here, sir, or should have made less free. It reminds me, Mr.
At last, it seems to me as if the birth-time of our Lord was the birth-time of all I have ever had affection for, or mourned for, or delighted in, and they're a pretty many, for I'm eighty-seven!" "Merry and happy," murmured Redlaw to himself. The room began to darken strangely.
William is of course subject at any time, sir, to be taken off her balance by the elements. She is not formed superior to THAT." "No," returned Mr. Redlaw good-naturedly, though abruptly. "No, sir. Mrs.
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