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Of a cocksure, ambitious boy just breaking out of leading strings? I did choose and yet, not so freely as I seemed to do. There was my mother in the background." "Of course," Whittenden assented quietly. "Who else, better?" "No one. Only " Then Brenton curbed his rising excitement.
Just as of old, he felt the overmastering wish to talk things out with Whittenden; but his maturity shrank from the idea, as the untrained boy had never done. "Anyway," he went on quietly; "I made my choice. I still believe it was the best choice open to me at the time. The only trouble is that I outgrew it." "Or it outgrew you," Whittenden suggested coolly.
"And the worst of it all is," she said, as she drew up at the Opdyke gate; "we none of us, however much we care for him, however hard we try, can get inside the situation and share it with him. He is bound to go through it, all alone. That is the most maddening phase of the whole thing." But Whittenden, looking into her brown eyes, had his doubts of that.
"I don't see a dozen different people in a month, Whittenden. You've no idea how few there are who " "Who take the trouble to come up your stairs? Exactly. Of course, there are some others who'd be glad to come, and don't dare. There are also some others who would be glad to come, and who probably would kill you, if they did.
In the same way, she was always on a battleground between the claims of her own rampant freewill and her sanctified belief in predestination. It's not an easy thing to analyze her." "And your father?" Brenton coloured hotly. "I was only ten days old, when he died, Whittenden; but the tradition has come down to me. If he hadn't been so weak, so totally self-indulgent, he'd have been a genius.
She had the sense to choose a new house built on a totally different stratum from her old one. If one collapsed, it couldn't well jar the other." "Hold on, Whittenden!" Reed broke in, after long waiting for a pause. "I am willing to take my share of blame for most things; but I'll be " "Sh-h!" Whittenden warned him indolently. "Remember I'm a rector in good standing."
His trouble was as deep-seated; moreover, it was complicated by a curious ingrained weakness which, Whittenden judged, it would be hard for him to down. In Opdyke's place, Brenton would have turned his face to the wall and made a long, long moan. In Brenton's position, Opdyke would have kept his flags flying gayly, as long as there was a tatter of them left.
Next time we meet each other, though, we shall understand each other better and have better patience." And that was all he said, then or afterwards. Instead, he congratulated Reed upon his new, great happiness. After a time, "Now, shall you go to Whittenden?" Opdyke asked him. Brenton shook his head. "No. My place is here.
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