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What a temptation this cliff must be to anyone who has an enemy to dispose of! It would be so simple," he added, laughing. "That advantage has never struck me before. . . ." These and other things passed through Mr. Heard's mind as he lay in bed that evening. He came to the conclusion that he could not quite make his cousin out. Had something upset her?
One does not murder a man . . . foolish words, that kept on repeating themselves in his mind. To pardon yes. Mr. Heard could pardon to any extent. The act of pardoning: what did it imply? Nothing more than that poor deluded mortals were ever in need of sympathy and guidance. Anybody could pardon. To pardon was not enough for a man of Mr. Heard's ruthless integrity. He must understand.
Perhaps Keith had been correct in his diagnosis when he observed that a susceptible mind like this could be shaken out of its equilibrium by the influence of Nepenthe "capable of anything in this clear pagan light." It was not Mr. Heard's habit to probe into the feelings of others as to those of a person like Denis he did not pretend to understand them. Artistic people! Incalculable!
At last, however, as Dick turned unexpectedly into a narrow side alley, Stukely pulled up short with: "Hillo, Master Dick! whither away, my lad? This is not the way to the spot where our boat is moored." "No," answered Dick, "it is not, I know. But we are not going to take our own boat to-night, Phil; we are going to take Gramfer Heard's lugger.
Laughing, and gesticulating. The devil! What were they talking about? What were they doing there, at this impossible hour of the day? Five or six times they went to and fro; and then, suddenly, something happened before Mr. Heard's eyes something unbelievable. He dropped his glasses, but quickly raised them again. There was no doubt about it. Muhlen was no longer there. He had disappeared. Mrs.
Earthly love had given an unearthly tinge to her mind. The veil had fallen; she saw through external appearances into the Symbolic Beyond. Deeply penetrated of its inner meaning, she would say that the spectacle called up visions of the Age of Innocence, when the world was young. . . . An elegant rowing-boat suddenly swept into Mr. Heard's field of vision.
They said little, having talked themselves out with the Count. The American seemed to be thinking about something. Mr. Heard's eye roamed over the landscape, rather anxiously. "I don't like that new cloud above the volcano," he observed. "Looks like ashes. Looks as if it might drift in our direction, doesn't it, if the wind were strong enough to move it? Do you see much of the Count?" he enquired.
They need not be intrusted with "speaking parts"; it is enough for them to know that they are recognized as a part of the company. I do not think that I enjoy anything more than I do watching a birthday party of children who have known each other at a good Kinder-Garten school like dear Mrs. Heard's.
Merejkowski, in his historical novel, Peter and Alexis, gives a more detailed account of the sexual ceremonies of this sect. See also Heard's description, Russian Church, p. 258. Russian Church and Russian Dissent, p. 262.
It became a point of honor with Mr. Heard's fellow-townsmen to allude to the affair as an accident, but the romantic nature of the transaction was well understood, and full credit given to Mr. Dix for his self-denial in the matter of the medal. Small boys followed him in the street, and half Pebblesea knew when he paid a visit to the Smith's, and discussed his chances.
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