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"Holland," says Professor Thorold Rogers, "is the origin of scientific medicine and rational therapeutics. From Holland came the first optical instruments, the best mathematicians, the most intelligent philosophers, as well as the boldest and most original thinkers.
Thorold might dance with Faustina if I were not there, I knew I should not go "in the name of the Lord," if I went; but to gratify my own selfish pride and emulation. By the confusion which had reigned in my brain these two days, by the tastelessness of my Bible, by the unaptness for prayer, I knew I could not go in the name of my Lord, for it would be to unfit myself for His work.
Thorold, sitting down opposite me on a candle-box "how do you think you would like camp life?" "The tents are too close together," I said. He laughed, with a good deal of amusement. "That will do!" he said. "You begin by knocking the camp to pieces." "But it is beautiful," I went on. "And not comfortable. Well, it is pretty comfortable," he said.
It was dark when we reached Washington; but the thought that now became present with me, that anywhere Thorold might be, could scarce be kept in check by the reflection that he certainly would not be at the railway station. He was not there; and Dr. Sandford was; and a carriage presently conveyed us to the house where rooms for us were provided. Not a hotel, I was sorry to find.
"Some people talk a great deal of nonsense," said Mr. Thorold. "How could they help submitting?" "They say it is said that they would break off from the North and set up for themselves. It is not foolish people that say it, Mr. Thorold." "Will you pardon me, Miss Randolph, but I think they would be very foolish people that would do it." "Oh, I think so too," I said.
I should think not. It will be broiling to-day." And he left me. Things had gone wrong with Preston lately, I thought. Before I had made up my mind to move, two other cadets came before me. One of them Mrs. Sandford knew, and I slightly. "Miss Randolph, my friend Mr. Thorold has begged me to introduce him to you." It was my friend of the omnibus.
From the direction of the Nest came sounds of disorder and riot. A patrolman's whistle rang out shrilly. It had been as close a call perhaps as the Gray Seal had ever known but, at that, the night's work was not ended! There was still the actual thief. Thorold had said he was to meet the man in his, Thorold's, office in half an hour to split their ill-gotten gains. Jimmie Dale's jaw squared.
Was I flattered by such admiration as his? or any admiration? I liked to have Mr. Thorold like me; yes, I was not wrong to be pleased with that; besides, that was liking; not empty compliments.
As soon as the news arrived at the Camp of Refuge that the warlike Thorold had been appointed to Peterborough, Hereward and his hand hastened to the Abbey, and, probably with the consent of the Saxon monks, carried off all the treasures into the midst of the fens.
"Aunt Catherine," said Thorold, "I do not precisely think that gold lace is glory. But I mean that I will do my duty. A man can do no more." "Some would have said, 'a man can do no less, " said Miss Cardigan, turning to me. "But you are right, lad; more than our duty we can none of us do; where all is owing, less will not be overpay. But whatever do you think her father will say to you?"
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