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The next minute Skale had him by the hands. "Well done! well done!" his voice boomed, while he gazed down into his face with enthusiastic and unqualified approval. "It was all magnificent. My dear little fellow, you've got the heart of a god, and, by Heavens, you shall become as a god too! For you are worthy!"
Spinrobin felt slightly bewildered caught up into a whirlwind that drove too many impressions through his brain for any particular one to be seized and mastered. He found himself shaking hands Mr. Skale, rather, shaking his, in a capacious grasp as though it were some small indiarubber ball to be squeezed and flung away. Mr.
On the table behind them gurgled the shaded lamp, lighting their faces from the eyes downwards. "Now," said Mr. Skale, evidently not aware that he thundered, "we can talk quietly and undisturbed." He caught his beard in a capacious hand, in such a way that the square outline of his chin showed through the hair. His voice boomed musically, filling the room.
The nature of the rushing, flying vibrations underwent alteration. And, looking one another in the eyes, they realized what it meant. "He's beginning ..." faltered Spinrobin in some skeleton of a voice. "Skale has begun to utter...!" He said it beneath his breath.
It was the love surging up in his tortured heart that alone held him to sanity and prevented as it seemed to him in that appalling moment the dissolution of his very being and hers. For Philip Skale had somewhere uttered falsely.
"And I like your name," she added, looking him full in the eye with her soft grey orbs; "it tells everything." "So does yours, you know." "Oh, of course," she laughed; "Mr. Skale gave it to me the day I was born." "I heard it," put in the clergyman, speaking almost for the first time. And the talk dropped again, the secretary's head fairly whirling.
Skale wished for them an intimate and even affectionate understanding was evident, and the secretary warmed to him on that account more than ever, if on no other. It surprised him too when he thought of it, which was rarely that a girl who was perforce of humble origin could carry herself with an air of such complete and natural distinction, and prove herself so absolutely "the lady."
"Then if there is so much sound about in all objects and forms if the whole universe, in fact, is sounding," asked Spinrobin with a naïve impertinence not intended, but due to the reaction of his simple mind from all this vague splendor, "why don't we hear it more?" Mr. Skale came upon him like a boomerang from the end of the room. He was smiling. He approved the question.
The sentence remained unfinished; and its very incompleteness left Spinrobin with the most grievous agony of apprehension he had yet experienced. "So that, if you are ready, our next step shall be to show you the room in which your own particular sound lies," added Mr. Skale after a long pause; "the sound in the chord it will be your privilege to utter when the time comes.
The stately old mansion was just the right setting for for Unbidden into his mind a queer, new thought shot suddenly, interrupting the flow of ideas. He never understood how or whence it came, but with the picture of all the empty rooms in the corridor about him, he received the sharp unwelcome impression that when Mr. Skale described the house as empty it was really nothing of the sort.
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