Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the peopleEverett-Green, Evelyn
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Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the people
Everett-Green, Evelyn
West Country (England) -- Fiction
The cause was first with him, the woman second, when Bride was not
present; but when confronted by her soft deep eyes, when beneath
the spell of her thrilling voice and the magnetic attraction which,
with absolute unconsciousness, she exercised upon him, he was often
conscious that the cause was relegated to the second place, and that
the desire to win this woman for his wife took the foremost position
there. It was so just at this moment. The words spoken by the Duke
had struck somewhat coldly upon him. They were the echo of a thought
which sometimes obtruded itself unsuggested when he was in conversation
with those very men of whom he hoped most in the forwarding of the
cause--the thought that after all he and such as he were playing with
edged tools, and were rather in the position of boys experimenting with
explosives of unknown force. They might safely reckon that what they
desired might be accomplished by their means, but were they equally
certain that, whereas they only meant to break down and overthrow
certain obstructions which were standing in the way of progress and
a better order, the forces they had set in motion might not sweep
over all appointed bounds and land them in a state of confusion and
anarchy they never contemplated for a moment at the outset? This was,
he knew, the cry of all supporters of the old order, the time-honoured
cry against any sort of progress or reform. But might there not be
perhaps some sound substratum of truth at the bottom?--and were he and
his comrades wise to listen always with a smile of pity, and even of
contempt, when that plea was brought forward?
Just for a moment, under Bride’s pleading glances, under the impression
produced by the Duke’s warning, Eustace was tempted to fling to the
winds everything save his overmastering desire to call Bride his own,
to win her love even at the sacrifice of his own career; but before
the burning thoughts had been translated into words or had passed his
lips, other and cooler considerations pushed themselves to the front,
and he checked himself before attempting a reply. After that his words
were chosen with care, and fell quietly and resolutely from his lips.
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