Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 19, 2025
"Look here, Bart Toyner; I want to know one thing, honour bright that is," scornfully, "if you care about honour now that you've got religion." He gave a silent sarcastic smile, such as one would bestow upon a naughty, ignorant child. "Well, at least as much as I did before," he said. "Well, then, I want to know if you're a-going to stop spying on me now that father has got well off?
He took the long mesh of woollen sheeting that his daughter had brought to be a rest and support to his own body, and with it he tied Toyner to the upright tree against which the log was lying; then, with an additional touch of fiendish satire, he took a bit of dry bread out of the ample bag of food which Ann had hung there for his own needs, and laid it on Toyner's knees.
At first he saw no contradiction in this rule of life; it seemed a plain path, and he walked, nay ran, upon it for a long distance. Between Toyner and his old friends the change of his life and thoughts had made the widest breach.
His character belonged to a type found both among men and women; it was a nature entirely selfish and endowed with an instinctive art in working upon the unselfish sentiments of others an art which even creates unselfishness in other selfish beings. "I came as soon as I could," she said. "I suppose you did not want me to put Toyner on your track."
Toyner had no uniform, nor had he mastered the philosophy that underlies this instinct for playing a part; he had an idea that the whole mind and soul of him should be in conscientious accord with all that he did. It was this ideal that made his fall certain. He had no notion that the girl had not seen him.
The race in its ages of reflection has upon the whole come to the conclusion that that which actually takes place is the gradual growth and the sudden breaking forth of light within the mysterious depths of the man himself. A new explanation of a fact does not do away with the fact. Toyner was not dead, he was stunned; his head was badly injured.
But possibly the leaven of her proposal would work, and he would repent and come back to her. The fact that he had evidently not betrayed her to the detective gave her hope of this. Her thoughts about Toyner were only subordinate to the question, how she was to rescue her father.
She neither liked nor admired Bart Toyner, never threw him a word unless in scorn; yet he loved her. She was the star by which he steered his ship in those intervals in which his eyes were clear enough to steer at all; and the ship did not go so far out of the track as it would otherwise have gone.
Silence was allowed to spread her wings within the woodland temple. Toyner, kneeling, felt the influence of other human spirits deeply vivified in the intensity of prayer. He heard whispered cries and the sound of tears, the prayer of the publican, the tears of the Magdalene, and now and then there came a glad thanksgiving of overflowing joy.
A new companion came to my side, and he, as fate would have it, was another clergyman. He was an older man, with a genial, bearded face. I think he belonged to that party which takes its name from the Evangel of whose purity it professes itself the guardian. "You are going to this entertainment which Mr. and Mrs. Toyner are giving?"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking