From One Generation to AnotherMerriman, Henry Seton
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From One Generation to Another
Merriman, Henry Seton
Fiction
A sudden unreasoning terror took possession of Seymour Michael. He knew
that one of the ladies was Anna Agar, the woman who hated him almost as
much as he deserved. He was afraid of her; for it is one consolation to
the wronged to know that the wronger goes all through his life with a
dull, unquenchable fear upon his heart. But this was not sufficient,
this could not account for the mighty terror which clutched his soul at
that moment, and he knew it. He felt that this was something beyond
that--something which could not be reasoned away. It was a physical
terror, one of those emotions which seem to attack the body independently
of the soul, a terror striking the Man before it reaches the Mind. His
limbs trembled; it was only by an effort that he kept his teeth clenched
to prevent them from chattering.
“And,” said Jem Agar, “if I find that any harm has been done--if any one
has suffered for this, I will give you the soundest thrashing you have
ever had in your life.”
Both his hearers knew now who Dora Glynde was, what she was to him. He
neither added to their knowledge nor sought to mislead. He was not, as we
have said, _de ceux qui s'expliquent_.
“Come,” he added, and turning he led the way across the Hoe.
Seymour Michael followed quietly. He was cowed by the inward fear which
would not be allayed, and the judicial calmness of these two men
paralysed him. Once, in the train, he began explaining matters over
again.
“We will hear all that at Stagholme,” said Jem sternly, and Mark Ruthine
merely looked at him over the top of a newspaper which he was not
reading.
CHAPTER XXVII
AT BAY
To thine own self be true;
And it must follow as the night the day
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Human nature is, after all, a hopeless failure. Not even the very best
instinct is safe. It will probably be turned sooner or later to evil
account.
The best instinct in Anna Agar was her maternal love, and upon this
strong rock she finally wrecked her barque. She was one of those women
who hold that, so long as the object is unselfish, the means used to
obtain it cannot well be evil. She did not say this in so many words,
because she was quite without principle, good or bad, and she invariably
acted on impulse.
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