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Sims's institution, and returned to the villa of Maisons-Lafitte. The poor girl came out of her terrible stupor with the distaste to take up the thread of life which sometimes comes after a night of forgetfulness in sleep. This stupor, which might have destroyed her, and the fever which had shaken her, seemed to her sweet and enviable now compared to this punishment: To live! To live and think!
Sims's face, clean-shaved under a round hat fades in and out. Then the picture goes on. All this shows study, progress, application. The friars are delighted with the boy. "...Christopher, after seven years of study, reaches the firm conviction that the world is round." Picture.
There were changes here that to the thoughtful mind called for investigation. So I was not surprised when he informed me that it was his intention to visit "the old place" and have a look at it. The "old place," called also the "old shop," indicated, as I knew, Mr. Sims's college, the original scene of the exploits of the old gang.
He had played half-back on the football team a big hulking brute of a fellow. In fact, he was, as pictured by Mr. Sims, a perfect colossus. And he played football as did all Mr. Sims's college chums "plastered." "Old Ned," so Mr. Sims would relate, "was pretty well 'soused' when the game started: but we put a hose at him at half-time and got him into pretty good shape."
But I gather that Kate Dashaway was the kind of girl who might have made a fit mate even for the sort of intellectual giant that flourished at Mr. Sims's college. She was not only beautiful. All the girls remembered by Mr. Sims were that. But she was in addition "a good head" and "a good sport," two of the highest qualities that, in Mr. Sims's view, can crown the female sex.
Sims's institution, and returned to the villa of Maisons-Lafitte. The poor girl came out of her terrible stupor with the distaste to take up the thread of life which sometimes comes after a night of forgetfulness in sleep. This stupor, which might have destroyed her, and the fever which had shaken her, seemed to her sweet and enviable now compared to this punishment: To live! To live and think!
Our own Sims's book about himself is worth reading, but is too realistic for the library table, yet what a strangely valuable story it is of the struggle of genius up to eminent success.
They descended a short flight of steps, and found themselves in a large garden, with trees a century old, beneath which were several men and women walking about or sitting in chairs. A large, new building, one story high, appeared at one end of the garden; in this were the dormitories of Dr. Sims's patients. "Are those people insane?" asked Zilah, pointing to the peaceful groups. "Yes," said Dr.
Sims's leg on a chair and serves him his dinner in isolated luxury. But the residence, and the brewery, and with them the current of Mr. Sims's life move of themselves. Thus has care passed Mr. Sims by, leaving him stranded in a club chair with his heavy foot and stick beside him. Mr. Sims is a bachelor. Nor is he likely now to marry: but this through no lack of veneration or respect for the sex.
Once I got a job with a roustabout gang ballasting a ship, but the wages were only two shillings a day; besides, the job did not last. The problem for me to solve was, how to get away to East London. Once there I would be with my family. Every morning I would go to Sims's shop to see if he had succeeded in getting me anything to do.
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