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Updated: June 2, 2025
I'd have to sit down with paper and pencil and draw diagrams. I'm afraid you wouldn't like it. Wiggleswick doesn't. It bores him. You must be born with machinery in your blood. Sometimes it's uncomfortable." "To have cogwheels instead of corpuscles must be trying," said Zora flippantly. "Very," said he. "The great thing is to keep them clear of the heart." "What do you mean?" she asked quickly.
"What a fine flock of sheep!" cried Hilda, as they were walking in the park. "Such innocent" She would have said more, but the words on her tongue were suddenly changed to tender bleatings; and even as Zora stood looking at her, she crouched down on all fours, dwindled in size, was enveloped in white fleece, and became a dumb lamb.
Beware of dem dat worships debbils; the debbils dat crawl; de debbils what forgits God." "Help him, Lord!" cried the multitude. Zora stepped into the circle of light. A hush fell on the throng; the preacher paused a moment, then started boldly forward with upraised hands. Then a curious thing happened.
The Colonel affected to hesitate, but next morning the Silver Fleece went to town. Zora watched it go, and her heart swelled and died within her. She walked to town, to the station. She did not see Mrs. Vanderpool arriving from New Orleans; but Mrs. Vanderpool saw her, and looked curiously at the tall, tragic figure that leaned so dolorously beside the freight car.
Zora had posed the same question as Septimus and he had answered it. But her faith in the Cure itself, his mission to spread it far and wide over the earth, and to save the nations from vulgar competitors who thought of nothing but sordid gain that, he felt sure, remained unshaken.
She had arrived royally indignant, having had a pitched battle with Cousin Jane, who took Emmy's side and alluded to Septimus in terms of withering contempt. Now she was furiously angry. The two men looked at her with wistful adoration, for when Zora was furious in a good cause she was very beautiful.
A grain of mustard seed of faith among them would save me thousands of pounds a year. Not that I want to roll in money, Mrs. Middlemist. I'm not an avaricious man. But a great business requires capital and to spend money merely in flogging the invertebrate is waste desperate waste." It was the first time that Zora had heard the note of depression.
"Miss Smith asked for it long ago. It is my campaign contribution." Zora smiled and thanked her. As she put the sealed envelope in her trunk her hand came in contact with a long untouched package. Zora took it out silently and opened it and the beauty of it lightened the room. "It is the Silver Fleece," said Zora, and Mrs. Vanderpool kissed her and went. Zora walked alone to the vaulted station.
He obeyed with a docility which sent a little tingle of exaltation through Mrs. Middlemist. A woman may have an inordinate antipathy to men, but she loves them to do her bidding. Zora was a woman; she was also young. He returned. The cabman whipped up his strong pair of horses, and they started through the town towards Mentone.
"I think before you make any proposals of the kind you ought to consult Mrs. Dix," said Sypher with a laugh. "Or Zora." "Or Zora," said Sypher. "She came down by the same train as I did. I told her the good news. She was delighted." He did not inform Septimus that, for all her delight, Zora had been somewhat sceptical.
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