The Mayor of WarwickHopkins, Herbert M. (Herbert Müller)
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The Mayor of Warwick
Hopkins, Herbert M. (Herbert Müller)
Mayors -- Fiction; New England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Social classes -- United States -- Fiction
"What a blessing it is, then," he went on, "to have no time for that
emotion, or rather, lack of emotion. I believe that if I had been born
rich, I should have been ruined long before this; but I set myself a
long road to travel, a road that reaches, in fact"--he made a wide
upward gesture--"to the stars."
"Now what is it," he continued, after a pause, "that makes Warwick so
uninspiring, in spite of its obvious charm? Is n't it the spiritual
stagnation that comes with wealth and aristocracy? One reads it in the
very faces of the people, and recognises it in the things they think
worth while. It doesn't need a long observation to discover this. A
stranger takes in the impression with his first breath here. Like the
first glance at a new face, it reveals the truth. Afterward you get
accustomed to an unprepossessing face, and forget what you first
thought of it. In much the same way, I suppose, a man could become
hypnotised and drugged by the atmosphere of Warwick. All this is in
the nature of an explanation of what I meant this afternoon by my
denunciation of the place."
She stood silently looking down into the pool from which arose the
sound that had brought them to this point. It was evident that she
felt no temptation now to indulge in one of those retorts that came so
easily to her tongue. Leigh had appealed to her imagination, a thing
which the modern man more rarely succeeds in doing with a woman than
his predecessor who wore gay garments and rode a caparisoned steed in
the lists. Besides, his earnestness had given his thought, though it
was by no means a new one, his own personal stamp, and won its
acceptance. Deeper than these causes, he had expressed her own
convictions.
"A denunciation," he continued shrewdly, "with which you sympathised."
"One must do something," she said, with a little gesture of despair,
"or die of suffocation."
"Exactly," he agreed, "even if it be only to take the side of the under
dog in a municipal election. Can you wonder that your sympathy with
Emmet, your evident revolt against the point of view of your own class,
set me to speculating upon the reason? Have I worked out the problem
to its demonstration?"
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