Valiant Dust

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C. Scribner's Sons, 1922 - 4 pages
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Page 138 - He grabbed for towhead, but he didn't roll onto the track. So towhead was killed. If he had got there ten seconds earlier, he could have done the trick. He was ten seconds too late to save both Ferguson and towhead. So — once more — he saved Ferguson. Do you get the situation?
Page 144 - And for an instant he diought she was afraid of a Jersey cow that had come up to take part in the discussion. So he threw a twig at its nose." IV Chantry's wonder grew, swelled, and burst. "Do you mean to say that that safety-deposit vault of a Ferguson told you all this?" "As I am telling it to you. Only much more detail, of course — and much, much faster. It wasn't like a story at all: it was like — like a hemorrhage. I didn't interrupt him as you've been interrupting me.— Well, the upshot...
Page 137 - Ferguson always did get me. He wanted the greatest good of the greatest number. Nothing petty about him. He was a big man. " I went, as I say. And Ferguson told me, the very first thing, that the engagement was off. He began by cocking his hair a good deal. But he almost lost control of himself. He didn't cock it long: he ruffled it instead, with his hands. I thought he was in a queer state, for he seemed to want to give me, with his beautiful scientific precision — as if he'd been preparing a...
Page 137 - Engine' sign, and there was a towheaded infant in rags. They had noticed the infant before. It had bandy legs and granulated eyelids, and seemed to be dumb. It had started them off on eugenics. She was very keen on the subject; Ferguson, being a big scientist, had some reserves. It was a real argument. "Then everything happened at once. Towhead with the sore eyes rocked onto the track simultaneously with the whistle. They were about fifty yards off. Ferguson sprinted back down the hill, the girl...
Page 130 - I dare say.' But Chantry's mind was wandering through other defiles. 'Odd, that he should have snatched his life out of the very jaws of what-doyou-call-it, once, only to give it up at last, politely, of his own volition.' 'You may well say it.' Havelock spoke with more earnestness than he had done. 'If you're not a socialist when I get through with you, Chantry, my boy — ' ' Lord , Lord ! don't tell me your beastly socialism is mixed up with it all! I never took to Ferguson, but he was no syndicalist....
Page 142 - Ferguson was so sane, himself, that he couldn't understand, even after he had been engaged six months, our little everyday madnesses. It never occurred to him, when he got back to the girl and she began all sorts of hysterical questions, not to answer them straight. It was by way of describing the event simply, that he informed her that he would just have had time to pull the creature out, but not enough to pull himself back afterwards. Ferguson was used to calculating things in millionths of an...
Page 131 - Oh, blow all that," said Havelock the Dane finally, over the top of his glass. "I'm going to tell you, anyhow. Only I wish you would forget your prejudices. I want an opinion.
Page 147 - Havelock the Dane laid one hand on the arm of Chantry's chair and spoke sternly. "He not only could, but did. And there I am a better authority than you. Think what you please, but I will not have that fact challenged. Perhaps you could count up on your fingers the women who are loved like that; but, anyhow, she was. My second cousin once removed, damn her!" He ended with a vicious twang. "And now" — Havelock rose — "I'd like your opinion.
Page 134 - Chantry broke in. "If you interrupt again," said Havelock, "I'll hit you, with all the strength I've got." Chantry grunted. You had to take Havelock the Dane as you found him. "Ferguson saw the whole thing clear. Old Benson had just gone into the smoking-room. Ferguson was on the deck outside his own stateroom. The only person on board who could possibly be considered as important as Ferguson was Benson; and he had good reason to believe that every one would get on well enough without Benson. He...
Page 149 - ... Ferguson's a better man than either of us. I can think straight, but he had the sand to act straight. You haven't even the sand to think straight. You and your reactionary rot! The world's moving, Chantry. Ferguson was ahead of it, beckoning. You're an ant that got caught in the machinery, I shouldn't wonder." "Oh, stow the rhetoric ! We simply don't agree. It's happened before.

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