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| author | Robert Tonsing <rt.dev@fastmail.com> | 2025-05-11 06:37:17 -0500 |
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diff --git a/2604-h/2604-h.htm b/2604-h/2604-h.htm index cfd3b46..160f746 100644 --- a/2604-h/2604-h.htm +++ b/2604-h/2604-h.htm @@ -123,7 +123,7 @@ “Look here, Ansell. I’m there—in the meadow—the cow’s there. You’re there—the cow’s there. Do you agree so far?” </p> - <p> + <p> “Well?” </p> <p> @@ -831,7 +831,7 @@ you talk as if your mouth was full of plums, partly because I don’t know whom you’re talking about.” </p> - <p> + <p> “Miss Pembroke—whom you saw.” </p> <p> @@ -1120,7 +1120,7 @@ </p> <p class="sectiondots"> • • • • • • • • • - </p> + </p> <p> Some people spend their lives in a suburb, and not for any urgent reason. This had been the fate of Rickie. He had opened his eyes to filmy heavens, @@ -1276,9 +1276,9 @@ delicate, he roughs it sufficiently if he leaves home. Rickie can’t play games. He doesn’t make friends. He isn’t brilliant. Thinking it over, I feel that as it’s like this, we can’t ever hope to give him the ordinary - education. Perhaps you could think it over too.” + education. Perhaps you could think it over too.” </p> - <p> + <p> “No.” </p> <p> @@ -1341,9 +1341,9 @@ <p> “Shall we be poorer, mother?” </p> - <p> + <p> “No.” - </p> + </p> <p> “Oh!” </p> @@ -1424,16 +1424,16 @@ </p> <p> He was not very often irritable or rude, but he answered, “Oh, I shan’t - catch cold. I do wish you wouldn’t keep on bothering.” + catch cold. I do wish you wouldn’t keep on bothering.” </p> - <p> + <p> He did not catch cold, but while he was out his mother died. She only survived her husband eleven days, a coincidence which was recorded on their tombstone. </p> <p class="sectiondots"> • • • • • • • - </p> + </p> <p> Such, in substance, was the story which Rickie told his friends as they stood together in the shelter of the dell. The green bank at the entrance @@ -1512,7 +1512,7 @@ “There is enough money now to get Mary and Maud as good husbands as they deserve.” And Mary and Maud took the same view. </p> - <p> + <p> It was in this plebeian household that Rickie spent part of the Christmas vacation. His own home, such as it was, was with the Silts, needy cousins of his father’s, and combined to a peculiar degree the restrictions of hospitality with the @@ -1592,7 +1592,7 @@ might reasonably have sent an invitation to his friend. </p> <p> - She replied that she was looking forward to their <i lang="fr">tête-à-tête.</i> + She replied that she was looking forward to their <i lang="fr">tête-à-tête</i>. </p> <p> “You mustn’t go round by the trains,” said Mr. Ansell. “It means changing @@ -1835,7 +1835,7 @@ Mr. Dawes seemed offended. He tapped on his teeth, and remarked that the weather had no business to be so warm in winter. </p> - <p> + <p> “But it was fiendish before Christmas,” said Agnes. </p> <p> @@ -1936,7 +1936,7 @@ <p> “What do you think of him?” she immediately asked. </p> - <p> + <p> He murmured civilly. </p> <p> @@ -2021,13 +2021,13 @@ <p> The voice of Mr. Pembroke was now heard calling from the house, “Frederick! Frederick! My dear boy, pardon me. It was an important letter - about the Church Defence, otherwise— Come in and see your room.” + about the Church Defence, otherwise—— Come in and see your room.” </p> <p> He was glad to quit the little lawn. He had learnt too much there. It was - dreadful: they did not love each other. + dreadful: they did not love each other. </p> - <p> + <p> More dreadful even than the case of his father and mother, for they, until they married, had got on pretty well. But this man was already rude and brutal and cold: he was still the @@ -2184,7 +2184,7 @@ </p> <p> His last achievement had been the organization of the day-boys. They had - been left too much to themselves, and were weak in <i lang="fr">esprit de corps;</i> + been left too much to themselves, and were weak in <i lang="fr">esprit de corps</i>; they were apt to regard home, not school, as the most important thing in their lives. Moreover, they got out of their parents’ hands; they did their preparation any time and some times anyhow. They shirked games, they were @@ -2255,7 +2255,7 @@ “Now we must complete the chapel.” He paused reverently, and said, “And here is a fragment of the original building.” </p> - <p> + <p> Rickie at once had a rush of sympathy. He, too, looked with reverence at the morsel of Jacobean brickwork, ruddy and beautiful amidst the machine-squared stones of the @@ -2340,8 +2340,8 @@ naughty soldier had not carried her off, she might have made an ideal schoolmaster’s wife. I often chaff him about it, for he a little despises the intellectual professions. Natural, perfectly natural. How can a man - who faces death feel as we do towards <i lang="la">mensa</i> or - <i lang="el">tupto?</i>” + who faces death feel as we do towards <i lang="la">mensa</i> or + <i lang="el">tupto</i>?” </p> <p> “Perfectly true. Absolutely true.” @@ -2933,7 +2933,7 @@ interesting. The island begins to rock, and so do the minds of its visitors. They start and quarrel and jabber. Fingers burst up through the sand—black fingers of sea devils. The island tilts. The tourists go mad. - But just before the catastrophe one man, <i lang="la">integer vitae scelerisque purus,</i> + But just before the catastrophe one man, <i lang="la">integer vitae scelerisque purus</i>, sees the truth. Here are no devils. Other muscles, other minds, are pulling the island to its subterranean home. Through the advancing wall of waters he sees no grisly faces, no ghastly medieval limbs, but— But @@ -3585,7 +3585,7 @@ The young man thought of her feelings no longer. His heart throbbed louder and louder, and seemed to shake him to pieces. </p> - <p> + <p> “Rickie!” </p> <p> @@ -3606,7 +3606,7 @@ </p> <p class="sectiondots"> • • • • • • - </p> + </p> <p> “Did you take me for the Dryad?” she asked. She was sitting down with his head on her lap. He had laid it there for a moment before he went out to @@ -3777,7 +3777,7 @@ “And while the cage was drying we put him among the bantams. They had been the greatest allies. But I suppose they took him for a parrot or a hawk, or something that bantams hate; for while his cage was drying they picked - out his feathers, and <em>picked</em> out his feathers and <em>Picked</em> + out his feathers, and <em>picked</em> out his feathers, and <em>Picked</em> out his feathers, till he was perfectly bald. ‘Hugo, look,’ said I. ‘This is the end of Parsival. Let me have no more surprises.’ He burst into tears.” @@ -3801,7 +3801,7 @@ </p> <p> But Rickie had not seen as far. He had not talked to her of this at all. - Last night they had spoken only of love. He exclaimed, “Oh, + Last night they had spoken only of love. He exclaimed, “Oh, Agnes—don’t!” Mrs. Lewin laughed roguishly. </p> @@ -4045,10 +4045,10 @@ sort. The allusions in this English Essay shall not be literary. My personal objections to Miss Pembroke are as follows:— </p> - <p> + <p> (1) She is not serious. </p> - <p> + <p> (2) She is not truthful. </p> <p class="letteraddress"> @@ -5031,7 +5031,7 @@ </p> <p> “No.” - </p> + </p> <p> “Then let’s go to my arbour. No, we won’t. It gets the morning sun, and it’ll be too hot today.” Already she regretted clearing out the men. On @@ -5256,7 +5256,7 @@ The excursion to Salisbury was but a poor business—in fact, Rickie never got there. They were not out of the drive before Mr. Wonham began doing acrobatics. He showed Rickie how very quickly he could turn round in - his saddle and sit with his face to Aeneas’s tail. “I see,” said Rickie + his saddle and sit with his face to Æneas’s tail. “I see,” said Rickie coldly, and became almost cross when they arrived in this condition at the gate behind the house, for he had to open it, and was afraid of falling. As usual, he anchored just beyond the fastenings, and then had to turn @@ -5433,7 +5433,7 @@ beautiful spire in the world, now rising against the southern sky. Between whiles he went for a gallop. After a time Rickie stopped listening, and simply went his way. For Dido was a perfect mount, and as indifferent to - the motions of Aeneas as if she was strolling in the Elysian fields. He + the motions of Æneas as if she was strolling in the Elysian fields. He had had a bad night, and the strong air made him sleepy. The wind blew from the Plain. Cadover and its valley had disappeared, and though they had not climbed much and could not see far, there was a sense of infinite @@ -5554,7 +5554,7 @@ “Write this yourself?” he asked, chuckling. </p> <p> - “Rather,” said Stephen, lowering his head and kissing Aeneas between the + “Rather,” said Stephen, lowering his head and kissing Æneas between the ears. </p> <p> @@ -5565,7 +5565,7 @@ </p> <p class="verse"> “‘Old Em’ly she limps,<br> - And as—’” + And as——’” </p> <p> “I am so tired,” said Rickie. Why should he stand it any longer? @@ -5596,7 +5596,7 @@ </p> <p class="verse"> “‘Old Em’ly she limps,<br> - And as—’” + And as——’” </p> <p> Soon he was out of earshot. Soon they were lost to view. Soon they were @@ -5623,13 +5623,13 @@ </p> <p class="verse"> “‘Old Em’ly she limps,<br> - And as I—’” + And as I——’” </p> <p> “All right, Thomas. That’ll do.” </p> <p class="verse"> - “‘Old Em’ly—’” + “‘Old Em’ly——’” </p> <p> “I wish you’d dry up, like a good fellow. This is the lady’s horse, you @@ -5676,7 +5676,7 @@ <p class="verse"> “‘Of all the gulls that arsshmart,<br> There’s none line pretty—Em’ly;<br> - For she’s the darling of merart—’” + For she’s the darling of merart——’” </p> <p> “Now, that’s wrong.” He rode up close to the singer. @@ -5728,9 +5728,9 @@ “<em>Your</em> mother’s no better than she should be,” said Thomas vaguely. </p> <p> - “Do you think I haven’t heard that before?” retorted the boy. + “Do you think I haven’t heard that before?” retorted the boy. </p> - <p> + <p> The other concluded he might now say anything. So he might—the name of old Emily excepted. Stephen cared little about his benefactress’s honour, but a great deal about his own. He had made Mrs. Failing into a test. For the @@ -5746,11 +5746,11 @@ </p> <p> “I’ve done him!” he yelled, though no one was there to hear. He rose up in - his stirrups and shouted with joy. He flung his arms round Aeneas’s neck. + his stirrups and shouted with joy. He flung his arms round Æneas’s neck. The elderly horse understood, capered, and bolted. It was a centaur that dashed into Salisbury and scattered the people. In the stable he would not dismount. “I’ve done him!” he yelled to the ostlers—apathetic men. - Stretching upwards, he clung to a beam. Aeneas moved on and he was left + Stretching upwards, he clung to a beam. Æneas moved on and he was left hanging. Greatly did he incommode them by his exercises. He pulled up, he circled, he kicked the other customers. At last he fell to the earth, deliciously fatigued. His body worried him no longer. @@ -5889,7 +5889,7 @@ <p class="noindent"> and sprang upward through the skylight on to the roof. </p> - <p> + <p> Years ago, when a nurse was washing him, he had slipped from her soapy hands and got up here. She implored him to remember that he was a little gentleman; but he @@ -5956,7 +5956,7 @@ <p> “From which I conclude he was more obnoxious than usual.” </p> - <p> + <p> Rickie praised him diligently. But his candid nature showed everything through. His aunt soon saw that they had not got on. She had expected this—almost planned it. Nevertheless she resented it, and her resentment was to fall @@ -6217,7 +6217,7 @@ And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend<br> To cold oblivion,—though it is the code<br> Of modern morals, and the beaten road<br> - Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread<br> + Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread<br> Who travel to their home among the dead<br> By the broad highway of the world,—and so<br> With one sad friend, perhaps a jealous foe,<br> @@ -6383,11 +6383,11 @@ Then a horror leapt straight at him, and he beat it back and said, “I will not be frightened.” The tree in the centre revolved, the tree disappeared, and he saw a room—the room where his father had lived in town. - “Gently,” he told himself, “gently.” + “Gently,” he told himself, “gently.” </p> - <p> + <p> Still laughing, he said, “I, with a - brother—younger—it’s not possible.” + brother—younger—it’s not possible.” The horror leapt again, and he exclaimed, “It’s a foul lie!” </p> <p> @@ -6982,7 +6982,7 @@ </p> <p> “Doesn’t one want to see a good deal of life for writing? There’s life of - a sort in Soho,—<i lang="fr">Un peu de faisan, s’il vous plait.</i>” + a sort in Soho,—<i lang="fr">Un peu de faisan, s’il vous plait</i>.” </p> <p> Agnes also grabbed at the waiter, and paid. She always did the paying, @@ -7030,9 +7030,9 @@ </p> <p> They parted. Tilliard liked her, though he did not feel that she was quite - in his <i lang="fr">couche sociale.</i> His sister, for instance, would never have been + in his <i lang="fr">couche sociale</i>. His sister, for instance, would never have been lured into a Soho restaurant—except for the experience of the thing. - Tilliard’s <i lang="fr">couche sociale.</i> permitted experiences. + Tilliard’s <i lang="fr">couche sociale</i> permitted experiences. Provided his heart did not go out to the poor and the unorthodox, he might stare at them as much as he liked. It was seeing life. </p> @@ -7097,7 +7097,7 @@ “Holborn” teach him. He sighed, and then sighed more piteously. For had he not known the password once—known it and forgotten it already? </p> - <p> + <p> But at this point his fortunes become intimately connected with those of Mr. Pembroke. </p> <p> @@ -7540,7 +7540,7 @@ </p> <p> The proceeding terminated with the broader patriotism of the school - anthem, recently composed by the organist. Words and tune were still a + anthem, recently composed by the organist. Words and tune were still a matter for taste, and it was Mr. Pembroke (and he only because he had the music) who gave the right intonation to </p> @@ -7657,9 +7657,9 @@ </p> <p> “I felt myself a learner, not a teacher. If I’m wrong over a point, or - don’t know, I mean to tell them at once.” + don’t know, I mean to tell them at once.” </p> - <p> + <p> Herbert shook his head. </p> <p> @@ -9099,7 +9099,7 @@ will certainly not write to the person.” She returned the kiss. But he knew that they had destroyed the habit of reverence, and would quarrel again. </p> - <p> + <p> On his rounds he looked in at Varden and asked nonchalantly for the letter. He carried it off to his room. It was unwise of him, for his nerves were already unstrung, and the man he had tried to bury was @@ -9131,9 +9131,9 @@ It was seldom that he prayed so definitely, or ventured to obtrude his private wishes. Religion was to him a service, a mystic communion with good; not a means of getting what he wanted on the earth. But tonight, - through suffering, he was humbled, and became like Mrs. Aberdeen. + through suffering, he was humbled, and became like Mrs. Aberdeen. </p> - <p> + <p> Hour after hour he awaited sleep and tried to endure the faces that frothed in the gloom—his aunt’s, his father’s, and, worst of all, the triumphant face of his brother. Once he struck at it, and awoke, having @@ -9272,7 +9272,7 @@ <p> “Oh, do come and join us!” he cried. “Let me introduce my wife.” </p> - <p> + <p> Maud bowed quite stiffly, but Agnes, taking it for ill-breeding, was not offended. </p> <p> @@ -9296,7 +9296,7 @@ <p> “How is Mr. Ansell, your brother?” </p> - <p> + <p> Maud’s face fell. “Hadn’t you heard?” she said in awe-struck tones. </p> @@ -9434,8 +9434,8 @@ She belonged to the type—not necessarily an elevated one—that loves once and once only. Her love for Gerald had not been a noble passion: no imagination transfigured it. But such as it was, it sprang to - embrace him, and he carried it away with him when he died. - <i lang="fr">Les amours qui suivrent sont moins involuntaires:</i> by an effort of the + embrace him, and he carried it away with him when he died. + <i lang="fr">Les amours qui suivrent sont moins involuntaires</i>: by an effort of the will she had warmed herself for Rickie. </p> <p> @@ -9791,9 +9791,9 @@ details.” </p> <p> - “A most unsatisfactory position.” + “A most unsatisfactory position.” </p> - <p> + <p> “So I feel.” She sat down again with a sigh. Mrs. Failing had been a great trial to her orderly mind. “She is an odd woman. She is always laughing. She actually finds it amusing that we @@ -9952,7 +9952,7 @@ <p> “But it hurts!” he gasped, in the tones of a puzzled civilization. “What you do hurts!” For the young man was nicking him over the shins with the - rim of the book cover. “Little brute—<em>ee</em>—<em>ow!”</em> + rim of the book cover. “Little brute—<em>ee</em>—<em>ow</em>!” </p> <p> “Then say Pax!” @@ -10181,7 +10181,7 @@ to some table of the gods, spread in a field where there is no noise, and that he belonged for ever to the guests with whom he had eaten. </p> - <p> + <p> Meanwhile he was simple and frank, and what he could tell he would tell to any one. He had not the suburban reticence. Ansell asked him, “Why did Mrs. Failing turn you out of Cadover? I should like to hear that too.” @@ -10265,7 +10265,7 @@ night through not having any tobacco.” </p> <p> - “But I’m not proud. Look how I’ve taken your pouch! + “But I’m not proud. Look how I’ve taken your pouch! The hundred pounds was—well, can’t you see yourself, it was quite different? It was, so to speak, <em>inconvenient</em> for me to take the hundred pounds. Or look again how I took a @@ -10324,7 +10324,7 @@ summons from the house. </p> <p> - “He said I ought to be ashamed of myself. He said, <em>‘I</em>’ll not be the means + “He said I ought to be ashamed of myself. He said, ‘<em>I</em>’ll not be the means of bringing shame to an honest gentleman and lady.’ I told him not to be a fool. I said I knew what I was about. Rickie and Agnes are properly educated, which leads people to look at things straight, and not go @@ -10336,7 +10336,7 @@ </p> <p> “Oh, she won’t mind, and I told the man so; but he kept on saying, - <em>‘I</em>’ll not be the means of bringing shame to an honest gentleman + ‘<em>I</em>’ll not be the means of bringing shame to an honest gentleman and lady,’ until I got out of his rotten cart.” His eye watched the man, a Nonconformist, driving away over God’s earth. “I caught the train by running. I got to Waterloo at—” @@ -10386,7 +10386,7 @@ <p> “I ought to knock my pipe out? Was that it?” </p> - <p> + <p> “By no means. Go in, your pipe and you.” </p> @@ -10397,7 +10397,7 @@ and silence. Through the window of the boys’ dining-hall came the colourless voice of Rickie— </p> - <p class="verse"> + <p class="verse"> “‘Benedictus benedicat.’” </p> <p> @@ -10511,8 +10511,8 @@ </p> <p> “In consideration of the sum of........., I agree to perpetual silence—to - restrain from libellous…never to molest the said Frederick Elliot by - intruding—‘” + restrain from libellous … never to molest the said Frederick Elliot by + intruding—’” </p> <p> His brain was not quick. He read the document over twice, and he could @@ -11058,7 +11058,7 @@ <p> “If you don’t feel inclined to start at once,” he said with easy civility, “let us have a little tea. My dear sir, do forgive me for not shooting - you. <i lang="fr">Nous avons changé tout cela.</i> Please don’t look so + you. <i lang="fr">Nous avons changé tout cela.</i> Please don’t look so nervous. Please do unclasp your hands—” </p> <p> @@ -11125,7 +11125,7 @@ <p> “You conventional!” she exclaimed in disgust. </p> - <p> + <p> “What they have done means misery not only for themselves but for others. For your brother, though you will not think of him. For the little boy—did you think of him? @@ -11228,7 +11228,7 @@ injury to his fellows. But the instinct to wonder at the night was not to be thus appeased. </p> - <p> + <p> At first he had lived under the care of Mr. Failing—the only person to whom his mother spoke freely, the only person who had treated her neither as a criminal nor as a pioneer. In their rare but @@ -11396,9 +11396,9 @@ fields, even swift, even pure, until they mirrored the tower of Christchurch and greeted the ramparts of the Isle of Wight. Of these he thought for a moment as he crossed the black river and entered the heart - of the modern world. + of the modern world. </p> - <p> + <p> Here he found employment. He was not hampered by genteel traditions, and, as it was near quarter-day, managed to get taken on at a furniture warehouse. He moved people from the suburbs to London, @@ -11743,7 +11743,7 @@ then—I know I was wrong—” </p> <p> - “And where do I come in?” He kicked the hassock. <em>“I</em> + “And where do I come in?” He kicked the hassock. <em>“I</em> haven’t risen from the dead. <em>I</em> haven’t altered since last Sunday week. I’m—” He stuttered again. He could not quite explain what he was. “The man towards Andover—after @@ -12146,7 +12146,7 @@ perverse, there still remained this paradise of books. It seemed as if he had read nothing for two years. </p> - <p> + <p> Then the train stopped for the shunting, and he heard protests from minor officials who were working on the line. They complained that some one who didn’t ought to, had mounted on the @@ -12531,7 +12531,7 @@ <p> Rickie shuffled his feet. But his irritation passed. He saw that the little incident had been a quiet challenge to the civilization that he had - known. “Organize.” “Systematize.” “Fill up every + known. “Organize.” “Systematize.” “Fill up every moment,” “Induce <i lang="fr">esprit de corps.</i>” He reviewed the watchwords of the last two years, and found that they ignored personal contest, personal truces, personal love. By @@ -13056,9 +13056,9 @@ promise for these few days.” </p> <p> - “No, sir.” + “No, sir.” </p> - <p> + <p> “‘No, sir,’” stamped Rickie. “‘Yes! no! yes!’ Can’t you speak out? Is he drunk or isn’t he?” </p> @@ -13498,4 +13498,3 @@ </body> </html> - |