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Redlaw won't settle to his dinner, otherwise, till it's cold as the winter. I hope you'll excuse me rambling on, sir, and I wish you good night, and, once again, a merry " "Stay!" said Mr. Redlaw, resuming his place at the table, more, it would have seemed from his manner, to reassure the old keeper, than in any remembrance of his own appetite. "Spare me another moment, Philip.
Give me back MYself!" "Give me back myself!" exclaimed Redlaw like a madman. "I am infected! I am infectious! I am charged with poison for my own mind, and the minds of all mankind. Where I felt interest, compassion, sympathy, I am turning into stone. Selfishness and ingratitude spring up in my blighting footsteps.
Redlaw then wrote with his pencil on a leaf of his pocket-book, that the boy was with him; and laying it on the table, signed to him to follow. Keeping his rags together, as usual, the boy complied, and went out with his bare head and naked feet into the winter night.
I cannot say I have been solitary, in my illness, or I should forget the ministering hand that has been near me." "You are speaking of the keeper's wife," said Redlaw. "Yes." The student bent his head, as if he rendered her some silent homage.
"To destroy her peace, her goodness; to make her what I am myself, and what I have made of others!" "I have said seek her out," returned the Phantom. "I have said no more." "Oh, tell me," exclaimed Redlaw, catching at the hope which he fancied might lie hidden in the words. "Can I undo what I have done?" "No," returned the Phantom. "I do not ask for restoration to myself," said Redlaw.
"I don't know what good you are, myself. We could have a deal more pleasure without you." "MY son, Mr. Redlaw!" said the old man. "MY son, too! The boy talking to me of MY son! Why, what has he ever done to give me any pleasure, I should like to know?" "I don't know what you have ever done to give ME any pleasure," said William, sulkily. "Let me think," said the old man.
"Girl!" said Redlaw, sternly, "before this death, of all such things, was brought about, was there no wrong done to you? In spite of all that you can do, does no remembrance of wrong cleave to you? Are there not times upon times when it is misery to you?" So little of what was womanly was left in her appearance, that now, when she burst into tears, he stood amazed.
When I see a beautiful child in its fond mother's arms, I love it all the better, thinking that my child might have been like that, and might have made my heart as proud and happy." Redlaw raised his head, and looked towards her. "All through life, it seems by me," she continued, "to tell me something.
"Hush!" said Milly. Obedient to a sign from her, he and his old father softly withdrew. As they went out, unnoticed, Redlaw beckoned to the boy to come to him. "I like the woman best," he answered, holding to her skirts. "You are right," said Redlaw, with a faint smile. "But you needn't fear to come to me. I am gentler than I was. Of all the world, to you, poor child!"
Both conception and treatment are thoroughly characteristic. Mr. Redlaw, a chemist, brooding over an ancient wrong, comes to the conclusion that it would be better for himself, better for all, if, in each of us, every memory of the past could be cancelled.
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