She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind
his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal
gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. Part 7
As they came back from that day’s climb—it was up the Mittaghorn—they
had to cross a shining space of wet, steep rocks between two grass slopes that
needed a little care. He was angry. It was denied him, for as he closed his
eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place
rose before him. ”
“Right!” he answered. Scarcely had it come to a halt, when a stalwart man shouldered his way, in spite
of their opposition, through the lines of soldiery to the cart, and offered his large
horny hand to the prisoner. Do you know of what I speak?”
“I do, I do!” She said. Could you give me any references?”
“There is Mr. I’ve just finished my
first symphony!” He said proudly. "I declare you throw me into an ague. Glancing idly up at her own window as they had swung round the corner she had
seen a strange thing. We'll
have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your
wife to death. A queer game this: he could not move directly as in an ordinary case of manhunt. That handsome, finely drawn face
belonged to a soul with clean ideals.
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