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Perhaps you won't agree that I had any justification in being vexed and and affronted at THAT. 'I think, Miss Sinnet, said Lawford solemnly, 'that you were perfectly justified. Oh, perfectly. I wonder even you had the patience to give the real Arthur Lawford a chance to ask your forgiveness for or the stranger. 'Well, candidly, said Miss Sinnett severely.
Although they amused themselves with my awkwardness, and annoyed me with practical jokes, they took a pride and pleasure in inducting me into the mysteries of their craft. They taught me the difference between a granny knot and a square knot; how to whip a rope's end; form splices; braid sinnett; make a running bowline, and do a variety of things peculiar to the web-footed gentry.
"That," as Mr Sinnett correctly says, "is the stupendous achievement of the adept as regards his own personal interests;" and of course our own interests were all that I or any of the other mahatmas ever thought of. "He has reached," pursues our author, "the farther shore of the sea in which so many of mankind will perish.
"The adept," says an occult aphorism, "becomes; he is not made." That was exactly my case. I attribute it principally to an overweening confidence in myself, and to a blind faith in others. As Mr Sinnett very properly remarks "Very much further than people generally imagine, will mere confidence carry the occult neophyte.
"They awaken," as we are most accurately informed by Mr Sinnett, "the dormant sense in the pupil, and through this they imbue his mind with a knowledge that such and such a doctrine is the real truth. The whole scheme of evolution infiltrates into the regular chela's mind, by reason of the fact that he is made to see the process taking place by clairvoyant vision.
He had a case about what Japhet termed the Sinnett affair, just as he had had a case, and a very strong one as it had proved, about placard No. 77. When at last he dragged his weary overdone body to bed, his lips were set tight and his eyes were eager. It was the look that meant something in his mind, good or bad, but anyhow a resolution, and the prospect of work to be done.
Hume led the way to such a bed in a distant part of the garden, and after a prolonged and careful search made by lantern light, a small paper packet, consisting of two cigarette papers and containing a brooch which Mrs. Hume identified as that which she had originally lost, was found among the leaves by Mrs. Sinnett.
She read aloud the simple indiscreet little hymn of triumph which victory and the safety of a private note lured from old Mr. Foster's usually diplomatic lips: "Just done it, thank God. Shouldn't have without Tom Sinnett, and we've got you to thank for that idea too." She read it all before she seemed to put any meaning into it. A silence followed her reading.
He stole a glance at Quisanté's back, a curious enquiring glance. "I know nothing about the rights of it one way or the other," he said at last. "But some of the men up at the mills and in my place still remember Tom Sinnett's affair. Only the other night, as Sir Winterton drove by, one of them shouted out, 'Where's Susy Sinnett?" Quisanté went on sorting papers and did not turn round.
Sinnett," he said, "and he has sent me to take you to the hotel. This is his car. Will you come, quick?" He pointed to a smart limousine drawn up near the exit, and, in his eagerness to be polite, almost pushed the girl toward the open door. Insensibly, she resisted, and turned to explain matters to Theydon, who had just placated the Cerberus at the gate, and was running alter her. "Mr.
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