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Updated: May 9, 2025
How had Soolsby's tale of Eglington's death filled him with a pity deeper than he had ever felt-the futile, bitter, unaccomplished life, the audacious, brilliant genius quenched, a genius got from the same source as his own resistless energy and imagination, from the same wild spring.
"Well, if you brought the top of Ben Lomond to the bottom of a coal-mine breath to the breathless that's it. "You've been doing that to Mr. Claridge, my lord?" "A little oxygen more or less makes all the difference to a man it probably will to neighbour Claridge, Soolsby; and so I've done him a good turn." A grim look passed over Soolsby's face.
Getting out of the train at Heddington, he made up his mind to walk home by the road that David had taken on his return from Egypt, and he left word at the station that he would send for his luggage. His first objective was Soolsby's hut, and, long before he reached it, darkness had fallen. From a light shining through the crack of the blind he knew that Soolsby was at home.
The words he had chosen long ago were gone from his memory; in his ignorance of what had been a commonplace to Soolsby's dark reflection so long, the man he had meant to bring low stood up before him on his own ground, powerful and unabashed.
He did not know, but within the past hour Hylda knew; and now out of the night Soolsby came to tell him. He was roused from his reverie by Soolsby's voice saying: "Hast nowt to say to me, Egyptian?" It startled him, sounded ghostly in the moonlight; for why should he hear Soolsby's voice on the confines of Egypt?
It has the rare fire of aggression; is ever more upon the offence than upon the defence; has, withal, the false lure of freedom from restraint, the throbbing force of sympathy. "Such things I dreamed not of in Soolsby's but upon the hill, Faith, though, indeed, that seemed a time of trial and sore-heartedness. How large do small issues seem till we have faced the momentous things!
"I did not expect my lady so soon," she said, surprised. "No; we came sooner than we expected. Where have you been?" "At Soolsby's hut on the hill, my lady." "Who is Soolsby?" Kate told her all she knew, and of what had happened that afternoon but not all.
I think you'll see that you will do a good thing to let it all be. Luke Claridge, if he was up and well, wouldn't thank you for it have you got any right to give him trouble, too? Besides, I've saved his life to-night, and. . . . and perhaps I might save yours, Soolsby, if it was in danger." Soolsby's hand had moved slightly. It was only an inch from the wire.
And all the time he was fascinated by the fact that Soolsby's hand was within a few inches of a live electric wire, which, if he touched, would probably complete "the experiment" he had come to make; and what had been the silence of a generation would continue indefinitely.
I've " He stopped short, seeing a strange look come over the other's face, then stepped forward quickly as the old man half rose from his chair, murmuring thickly: "Mercy David, my lord, come !" he muttered, and staggered, and fell into Soolsby's arms. His head dropped forward on his breast, and with a great sigh he sank into unconsciousness.
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