The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII. — John Shaqi
The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
It must be added, however, that these firm resolves were but seldom
taken, and then only upon great occasions, when we were sure, sooner
or later, to discover that Emily was right, for they were the
offspring of firmness and not obstinacy, and I have often seen her
execute her resolve with tears, so great was the struggle between her
inclination and her sense of right.
Soon after my arrival in London, a tutor was found for me, and brought
with him to our family a strong recommendation. Yet, although he was a
learned and clever man, I am not sure that he was exactly the person
best calculated to bring up a youth of a fiery temperament and an
erratic imagination like myself. He had been long in Germany, it
seems, where his mind had become strongly tinged with a sort of
mysticism, a small portion of which soon communicated itself to me,
and which only served to set my fancy wandering more wildly still. But
that was not alone the evil which his residence in foreign lands had
wrought in him. His moral principles had become strangely twisted, and
though he advocated most eloquently the strictest adherence to truth,
and was most rigorous and exact in his notions of justice and equity,
yet, upon many other points, his notions were sadly relaxed. He was a
tall uncouth man, too; by no means thin, but with no breadth of bone,
and only gifted with a considerable quantity of muscle and fat,
covering a frame originally long and narrow. Nor were his manners
peculiarly pleasant, though they were by no means harsh or rude, but
he was extremely fond of a joke, and knew no limit in pursuing it:
often too, before the joke was apparent to other people, his fancy,
tickled by some internal movement of his own mind, would set him off
into long fits of laughter, during which his eyes would stream and his
shoulders shake as if he were actually in convulsions.
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