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He saw Bill Royce being held by two men, fighting at them while he reviled a man whom Steve guessed to be Blenham; he saw Blenham and a curly-haired, blue-eyed boy struggling up and down, striking the savage blows of rage. He came just in time to see Blenham drive a big, brutal fist into the boy's face and to mark how Barbee fell heavily and for a little lay still.
"I'm John Royce, his partner," and without answering the woman motioned us in. "Of course we must have a receipt for it," he added. "I have it ready here, and she need only attach her signature." "Miss Holladay is too ill to see you, sir," said the maid, with careful enunciation. "I will myself the paper take to her and get her signature." Mr. Royce hesitated a moment in perplexity.
Royce had always looked old, even long ago when she used to come into church with her little girls, a tiny woman in tiny high-heeled shoes and a big hat with nodding plumes, her black dress covered with bugles and jet that glittered and rattled and made her seem hard on the outside, like an insect. Yes, he must see to it that Enid went about and saw more of other people.
James claimed to be a pluralist in the sense that there are several or many spiritual beings above us, and his writings lead one to believe that he was not convinced that man, as a distinct personality, survives the grave. Royce rejected all the current arguments for God and immortality and argues for the mysticism of internal experience.
The coroner dismissed the jury, and came down and shook hands with us. "I'm going to reward you for your clever work, Mr. Royce," he said. "Will you take the good news to Miss Holladay?" My chief could not repress the swift flush of pleasure which reddened his cheeks, but he managed to speak unconcernedly. "Why, yes; certainly. I'll be glad to, if you wish it," he said.
What do you think, huh, Steve?" "Where is she?" demanded Steve, very brusque about it. "Blessed if I know," admitted Royce. "Chicago, I think. Or New York. Or Pennsylvany. One of them towns. Shucks. She'd ought to come on home where she belongs." "Oh, I don't know," said Steve. But in Royce's ears the voice didn't ring quite true.
I haven't jumped in with my sleeves rolled up for trouble either; had Blenham been a white man instead of a brute and a bully he might have kept his job under me. But I guess you all know the sort of life he has been handing Royce here. Bill taught me how to ride and shoot and fight and swim; pretty well everything I know that's worth knowing.
Yet it was religion which confronted the Herrenmoral with the first reversal of values, and declared, "So shall it not be among you. But whosoever will be great among you let him be your minister." And it was religion which cut across national boundaries in its vision of what Professor Royce so happily calls the Great Community.
Nellie had received a letter from Miss Harrow, in which the teacher had frankly begged her pardon for having suspected the girl of taking the diamond ring. "It is a lovely letter," said Nellie. "I never thought that she could humble herself in that fashion." "I've got an idea; in fact, I've had it for some time," came from Tom. "I had Royce in this afternoon to see me.
They had not been cut, as I expected to find them, but had been untied. Martigny had doubtless worked at them while we sat there talking he was too clever an artist in crime to do anything so clumsy as to cut the ropes. "Well, luckily, there's no damage done," observed Mr. Royce, with affected lightness, "though it was a close shave.
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