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"Lord Eglington will be a great man one day perhaps," she answered. "He has made his way quickly. How high he has climbed in three years how high!" Soolsby's anger was not lessened. "Pooh! Pooh! He is an Earl. An Earl has all with him at the start name, place, and all. But look at our Egyptian! Look at Egyptian David what had he but his head and an honest mind? What is he?
He has scientific tricks like his father before him. Now is it astronomy, and now chemistry, and suchlike; and always it is the Eglington mind, which let God A'mighty make it as a favour. He would have old Soolsby's palace for his spy-glass, would he then? It scared him, as though I was the devil himself, to find me here.
I did them out of my own will; I will take up your judgment. If there be no more to say, I will make ready to go to old Soolsby's hut on the hill till the set time be passed." There was a long silence. Even the shrill Elder's head was buried in his breast. They were little likely to forego his penalty.
For minutes he had watched Soolsby's hand near the wire-had watched as he talked, and his talk was his argument for non-interference against warning the man who had come to destroy him and his career. Why had Fate placed that hand so near the wire there, and provided the other perfect conditions for tragedy? Why should he intervene?
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.
Among his fellow-workers he is called a politician if loud speaking and boasting can make one. Yet if these doings give him stimulant instead of drink, who shall complain?" Soolsby's head was down. He was looking out over the far hills, while the strips of cane were idle in his hands. "Ay, 'tis true 'tis true," he nodded.
Such a mood suddenly came upon her now. The pen lay by the paper untouched, her hands folded in her lap, and a long silence fell upon them, broken only by the twanging of the strips of cane in Soolsby's hands. At last, however, even this sound ceased; and the two scarce moved as the sun drew towards the middle afternoon.
Among his fellow- workers he is called a politician if loud speaking and boasting can make one. Yet if these doings give him stimulant instead of drink, who shall complain?" Soolsby's head was down. He was looking out over the far hills, while the strips of cane were idle in his hands. "Ay, 'tis true 'tis true," he nodded.
My soul would have none of them masks of men, the slaves of riches and titles, and tyrants over the poor." His voice grew hoarse and high, and his head bent forward. He spoke as though forgetful of Soolsby's presence: "As the East is from the West, so were we separate from these lovers of this world, the self-indulgent, the hard-hearted, the proud.
"The fever caught him at Shendy that is the place " "He is not dead David is not dead?" came the sharp, pained interruption. The old man's head strained forward, his eyes were misty and dazed. Soolsby's face showed no pity for the other's anxiety; it had a kind of triumph in it. "Nay, he is living," he answered. "He got well of the fever, and came to Cairo, but he's off again into the desert.
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