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"What sort of mines?" "Arsenic." Charley's eye-glass dropped, and rattled against the gold button of his white waistcoat. "In arsenic-mines!" He put the monocle to his eye again. "On whose advice?" "John Brown's." "John Brown's!" Charley Steele's ideas were suddenly shaken and scattered by a man's name, as a bolting horse will crumple into confusion a crowd of people.
I'm not thinking much about Mrs. Becker just now." Steele's breath came quickly and his lips were almost snarling in his hatred of the man before him. "It's a lie!" gasped Nome chokingly, his face ashen white. "You lie when you say I killed Janette." The fingers of Steele's pistol hand twitched. "How I'd like to kill you!" he breathed.
"I " Steele looked at them, at the girl's questioning eyes. "Only a little!" "Then you must try conclusions with Lord Ronsdale!" called out Sir Charles. "As victor over the rest he must meet all comers." A light swept John Steele's face; perhaps the situation appealed to a certain sense of humor; he hesitated. "Nothing to be put out by, being beaten by Ronsdale," interposed an observer.
That was to have been expected; but one or two of these, by dint of flattery, or possibly silver-lined persuasion, had succeeded in gaining access to his chambers. "I should like to have a look into John Steele's library; I've heard it's worth while," one had observed to the butler at the door. "Only a bit of a peep around!"
But Steele's violence and folly, though they by no means justified the steps which his enemies took, had completely disgusted his friends; nor did he ever regain the place which he had held in the public estimation.
The man had appeared like a vision from the past, and vanished. Whither? Out of the country, once more? Over the seas? Had he taken quick alarm at Steele's words, and effected a hasty retreat from the scenes of his graceless and nefarious career?
I knew not what it was that prompted me to sow the same seed in Diane Sampson's breast that I had sown in Steele's; probably it was just a propensity for sheer mischief, probably a certainty of the truth and a strange foreshadowing of a coming event. If Diane Sampson loved, through her this event might be less tragic. Somehow love might save us all.
I found the willows cut off eighteen inches or two feet long, with sharp points above the mud, making it slow and difficult to pass, save at the bridge. I overtook the rear of the advance about two or three hundred feet up the gentle slope, and was astonished to find how small a force was making the attack. I was also surprised to find that they were Steele's men instead of Morgan's.
Those of Steele show the beginning of a taste for better things, "Tho' full of incidents that move laughter, virtue and vice appear just as they ought to do," he says of his first comedy. But although we may still find Steele's plays rather amusing, it is not as a dramatist that we remember him, but as an essayist. Steele led a happy-go-lucky life, nearly always cheerful and in debt.
John Steele's burning glance swept from Lord Ronsdale to Gillett; lingered with mute contemplation. What now remained to be done should be easily, it seemed almost too easily, accomplished. He felt like one lingering on the stage after the curtain had gone down; the varied excitement, the fierce play of emotion was over; the actors hardly appeared interesting.
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