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And the dwellers note his onward tour. Uniacke reckoned the chances for and against the discovery of his furtive act of mercy and its revelation to his guest. The latter outnumbered the former. Yet Uniacke walked nervously as one on the verge of disaster. In the Island cottages that morning he bore himself uneasily in the presence of his simple-minded parishioners.
As the words died away, a gust of wind caught the belfry and tore at its rough-hewn and weather-worn stones. "Let us go down," said Sir Graham, turning to feel his way into the church. "Come, Skipper," said Uniacke, "come with us." He laid hold of the seaman's mighty arm and led him down the stairs. He said nothing. On a sudden all the life and hope had died out of him.
Sir Graham turned and made him a hasty sign to be silent. "Don't alarm him," he whispered, with a slight gesture towards the Skipper, who stood as if in a vacant reverie, looking at the painted sailor boy. "But " Uniacke began. "Hush!" the painter murmured, almost angrily. "Leave us alone together." The clergyman moved away with a sinking heart. Indefinable dread seized him.
And first among them will be my wonder-child, on whom will fall a ray of light from a wild moon, half seen through the narrow slit of the deep-set window." "No, no!" "What do you say?" "Your wonder-child must not be there. Why should he? He is alive." "You think so?" Uniacke made no reply. "I say, do you think so?" "How can I know? It is impossible. But yes, I think so."
At length, however, his fanciful sense of this dead power, speaking as it were from the ground under his feet, became so intolerable to him that he was resolved to go; and he was about to tell Sir Graham of his intention when the painter suddenly caught his arm in a tight grip. "There it is," he whispered. He was staring before him over the grave. Uniacke followed his eyes.
No longer did Uniacke hesitate, or pause to ask himself why he permitted the sorrow of a stranger thus to control, to upset, his life. And, indeed, is the man who tells us his sorrow a stranger to us? Uniacke's creed taught him to be unselfish, taught him to concern himself in the afflictions of others. Already he had sinned, he had lied for this stricken man.
Without glancing often at Christian, who sat so peaceful, looking out into the fading twilight, she launched her thunderbolt at once. "We had a visit today from Sir Edwin Uniacke." "So I supposed, since I and the children met him on the way to Avonside." In this world, so full of shams, bow utterly bewildering sometimes is the direct innocent truth!
Old ladies spoke of Antichrist, or sighed for the millennium. All united in sending Howe to Coventry. He felt the stings. 'They have scorned me at their feasts, he once burst out to a friend, 'and they have insulted me at their funerals! When Uniacke left the Tory camp, his own friends and relatives cut him in the street.
For still the egoism was in Uniacke's heart. There is no greater egoist than the good man who has sinned against his nature. He sits down eternally to contemplate his own soul. When the hymn was over Uniacke mechanically gave the blessing and knelt down. But he did not pray. His mind stood quite still all the time he was on his knees.
For you to keep up any acquaintance with him is positive madness." "Not in the least; I know perfectly what I am about, and can take care of myself, thank you. He has sown his wild oats, and got a title and estate, which makes a very great difference. Besides, I hope I'm as sharp as he. I shall not let myself down, no fear. I'll make him make me Lady Uniacke."
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