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He had not forgotten events at Tadmor and he was by no means eager to renew his former acquaintance with Amelius. Rufus and his young friend walked together silently as far as a large square. Here they stopped, having reached the point at which it was necessary to take different directions on their way home. "I've a word of advice, my son, for your private ear," said the New Englander.
"In the first place," he said, "it would only be an act of common humanity, on my part, to help Mrs. Sowler to get her money. You see that, don't you? Very well. Now, I am no Socialist, as you are aware; quite the contrary. At the same time, I am a remarkably just man; and I own I was struck by what Mr. Goldenheart said about the uses to which wealthy people are put, by the Rules at Tadmor.
Her eyes opened wider and wider in unutterable expectation. She suddenly advanced her face so close to mine, that I felt her hot breath on my cheeks as the next words burst their way through her lips. "Born in England?" "No. Born at Tadmor." She dropped my arm. The light died out of her eyes in an instant.
But when he began to argue the question of applying Christian Socialism to the government of large populations as well as small when he inquired logically whether what he had proved to be good for some hundreds of persons was not also good for some thousands, and, conceding that, for some hundreds of thousands, and so on until he had arrived, by dint of sheer argument, at the conclusion that what had succeeded at Tadmor must necessarily succeed on a fair trial in London then the public interest began to flag.
He returned to his cottage so completely disheartened, that he regretted the day when he had left Tadmor. But he kept his appointment, the next morning, to take leave of Regina. The carriage was at the door, with a luggage-laden cab waiting behind it. Mr. Farnaby's ill-temper vented itself in predictions that they would be too late to catch the train.
You're not a very clerical clergyman, sir, after all I don't despair of converting you, yet!" "Go on with your story, Amelius. You're the queerest fellow I have met with, for many a long day past." "I'm a little doubtful about going on with my story, sir. I have told you how I got to Tadmor, and what it looks like, and what sort of people live in the place.
If there's ever an exhibition of ignorance in the business of packing a portmanteau, you run for the Gold Medal and a unanimous jury will vote it, I reckon, to a young man from Tadmor. Clear out, will you, and leave it to me." He pulled off his coat, and conquered the difficulties of packing in a hurry, as if he had done nothing else all his life.
The ways of Man, how he seeks food, and warmth, and protection for himself, in most regions, are ocularly known to me. Like the great Hadrian, I meted out much of the terraqueous Globe with a pair of Compasses that belonged to myself only. "Of great Scenes why speak? I have sat under the Palm-trees of Tadmor; smoked a pipe among the ruins of Babylon.
Amelius spent all his shillings and sixpences, in doubling and trebling the poor little pennyworths of food and left the place with tears in his eyes. He was near the end of the street by this time. The sight of the misery about him, and the sense of his own utter inability to remedy it, weighed heavily on his spirits. He thought of the peaceful and prosperous life at Tadmor.
On the walls were slabs of different colors, marble spotted like the skin of serpents, and onyx flecked with violet. On two sides were galleries supported by columns of sandstone. A third gallery formed a semicircle. Opposite, at the further end, on a dais, was the table of the tetrarch. Antipas faced the assemblage. At his left was the procurator, at his right the emir of Tadmor.
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