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and took it round in front and returned it. Here Mr. Fellowes showed tokens of fear, and he 鏉窞澶滅敓娲昏鍧?hallowed out, 鈥淟acquey, why don鈥檛 you take a stick and beat them off, don鈥檛 you see they are robbing me?鈥?”No sir, that handkerchief he thought was something that you had overlooked sticking to your clothes, and he brought it to your notice,” said the lacquey. 鈥淭hen tell them I am broke and drive them off.鈥?鈥淵es, sir, if I can.鈥?Here he went to work in earnest, explaining that the Count had run out of money but he had a plenty in the Bank, and they could get no more to-day. Then they went away about a rod and seemed buried in reflection. They started to come again, but the Col. backed, while the lacquey appealed to their reason by informing them that were it the king himself, he could not carry all his money with him. Mr. Fellowes shook himself and tried to put on a pleasing countenance, but we could not for our lives maintain our gravity at his lesson of familiarity while 鏉窞娌瑰帇鎸夋懇浼氭墍浣撻獙 learning Dutch.

We walked up the beach, and conversed on the subject of the North Sea and Sir John Franklin, when all of a sudden Mr. Fellowes called to the coachman to drive up. I looked around and saw the beggars coming. We lost no time in retreating. While passing through the gates of the city, I noticed a bronze lion placed in the position of a guardian over it. I said, what an awful condition Daniel must have been in when in the lion鈥檚 den. 鈥淣o worse,鈥?said the Col. 鈥渢han I was in with the Dutch!鈥?Here a boy opened a door on the Col.鈥檚 side, that he might descend. As the Col. stepped out, he alighted on the Dutchman鈥檚 wooden shoe, and tripped himself up. As he picked himself up and moved towards the hotel door, he exclaimed in an under tone, d鈥斺€攏 the Dutch.

It must not be supposed that Mr. Fellowes meant any harm to the Dutch, but, they were not in his opinion, as agreeable as they might be. He left next day, although he 鏉窞姘寸(浼氭墍 intended staying a week 鈥渓earning Dutch.鈥?
Without noting Rotterdam, Holland鈥檚 lowest town, and Antwerp, an old Flemish town, I am at the carpet city of Belgium, Brussels, on my way to Waterloo. I have a little old lacquey I just hired and he is as cute as a mink. 鈥淎ll ready, sir,鈥?said he, 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇濂崇収鐗?鈥渟hall I drive you to the Palace or the Museum?鈥?鈥淣o sir, on to Waterloo!鈥?Here the hackman remonstrated鈥攈e was not engaged for twelve miles and only engaged inside the city walls, and would not go to Waterloo this cold wet day for less than twenty francs. 鈥淕o on, sir,鈥?said I, and he traversed the whole of the Brussels Boulevard before he passed the gates. Here we are at the battle-field where Wellington rose and Napoleon fell. Wellington conquered the master of the world. Byron says, in his Ode on Napoleon,鈥?
鈥溾€橳is done! but yesterday a king,
And armed with kings to strive;
And now thou art a nameless thing鈥?
So abject,


yet alive鈥?

He continues:鈥?
鈥淚s this the man with thousand thrones
Who strewed our earth with hostile bones,
And 鏉窞妗戞嬁瓒虫荡 can he yet survive?
Since he miscalled the morning star,

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鈥攁s if, in their 鏉窞鎸夋懇瓒崇枟鎶€甯?dealings with their fellow-countrymen, they had neither souls nor consciences鈥攊t can be no matter for surprise if they should come by insensible degrees to think and act as mercenaries…. One set or other of party politicians鈥攖he occurrence is quite as conceivable in the case of a unionist Government as in that of 鏉窞娲楁荡鍝噷濂?a Liberal鈥攊ssues certain orders, which it would never dare to issue to a conscript army, and these orders, to its immense surprise, are not obeyed. Thereupon a Government, which only the day before {399} seemed to be established securely on a House of Commons majority and the rock of tradition, is seen to be powerless. The army in its own eyes鈥攑ossibly in that of public opinion also鈥攈as stood between the people and injustice. It has refused to be made the instrument for performing an act of tyranny and oppression. 鏉窞鍝佽尪涓婅寰俊 Possibly in sorrow and disgust it dissolves itself and ceases to exist. Possibly, on the other hand, it glows with the approbation of its own conscience; begins to admire its own strength, and not improbably to wonder, if it might not be good for the country were soldiers to put forth their strong arm rather more often, in 鏉窞涓嬫矙鏄偖鍩?order to restrain the politicians from following evil courses. This of course is the end of democracy and the beginning of militarism.

An army which starts by playing the popular role of benefactor, or liberator, will end very speedily by becoming the instrument of a military despotism. We need look no farther back than Cromwell and his major-generals for an example. We have been in the habit of regarding such contingencies as remote and mediaeval; none the less we had all but started on this fatal course in 鏉窞鎸夋懇涓€鏉¤ the spring and summer of last year. We were then saved, not by the wisdom of statesmen鈥攆or these only increased the danger by the spectacle which they

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afforded of timidity, temper, and equivocation鈥攂ut solely by the present war which, though it has brought us many horrors, has averted, for a time at least, what is infinitely the worst of all.


The conclusion is plain. A democracy which asserts the right of manhood suffrage, while denying the duty of manhood service, is living in a fool’s paradise.


A democracy which does not fully identify itself with its army, which does not treat its army with honour and as an equal, but which treats it, on the contrary, as ill-bred and ill-tempered people treat their servants鈥攚ith a mixture, that is, of fault-finding and condescension鈥攊s following a very perilous 鏉窞涓濊浼氭墍浠锋牸琛?path.

An army which does not 鏉窞鐢峰+浼氭墍鍝釜濂芥帹鑽?receive the treatment it deserves, and which at the same time is ordered by the politicians to perform services which, upon occasions, it may hold to be inconsistent with its honour, is a danger to the state.

A democracy which, having refused to train itself for its own defence, thinks nevertheless that it can safely raise the issue of ‘the Army versus the People,’ is mad.

[1] This was the German period of training for infantry. The National Service League proposal was four months.

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them in your charge.”

The Deacon’s first thought was for Si, and he bestirred himself to do what he thought his wife, who was renowned as a nurse, would do were she there.

He warmed some water, and tenderly as he could command his strong, stubby hands, washed Si’s face, hands and feet, and combed his hair. The overworked hospital attendants had had no time for this much-needed ministration. It was all that they could do to get the wounded under some sort of shelter, to dress their wounds, and prepare food. No well man could be spared from the trenches for hospital service, for the sadly-diminished Army of the Cumberland needed every man who could carry a musket to man 0571杭州夜网 the long lines to repel the constantly-threatened assaults.

The removal of the soil and grime of the march and battle had a remarkably vivifying effect upon Si. New life seemed to pulse 杭州油压按摩哪家好 through his veins and brightness return to his eyes.

“Makes me feel like a new man, Pap,” he said faintly. “Feels better than anything I ever knowed. Do the same to Shorty, Pap.”

“Come here, Shorty, you dirty little rascal,” said the Deacon, 杭州桑拿按摩网 assuming a severely maternal tone, at which Si laughed feebly but cheerily, “and let me wash your face and comb your hair.”

Shorty demurred a little at being treated like a boy, and protested that he could wash himself, if the Deacon would get him some warm water; but he saw that the conceit amused Si, and submitted to having the Deacon give him a scrubbing with a soapy rag, giving a yell from time to time, in imitation of an urchin undergoing an unwilling ablution. Si turned his head so as to witness the operation, and grinned throughout it.

“I think you’d both feel still better if you could have your hair cut,” said the Deacon, as he finished and 杭州最大洗浴休闲会所 looked from one to the other. “Your hair’s too long for sick people, and it makes you look sicker’n you really are. But I hain’t got no shears.”

“I know I’d feel better if I was sheared,” said Shorty. “Hain’t neither of us had our hair cut since we started on the Tullyhomy campaign, and I think I look like the Wild Man from Borneo. I think I know a feller that has a pair o’ shears that I kin borry.”

The shears were found and borrowed. Then ensued a discussion as to the style of the cut. The boys wanted their hair taken off close to their heads, ‘but the Deacon demurred to this for fear they would catch cold.

“No, Si,” he said; “I’m goin’ to cut your hair jest like your mother used to. She used to tie one of her garters from your forehead down across your ears, and cut off all the hair that stuck out. I hain’t any


garter, but I guess I kin find a string that’ll do jest as well.”

“There,” said the Deacon, as he finished shearing off 杭州水疗会所 the superabundant hair, and surveyed the work. “That ain’t as purty a job as if your mother’d done it, but you’ll feel lighter and cleaner, and be healthier. If hair was only worth as much as wool is now, I’d have enough to pay me for the job. But I must clean it up keerfully and burn it, that the birds mayn’t git hold of it and give you the 杭州龙凤妃子阁 headache.”

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s novel about her (鈥楩or days she looked at me as if she were trying to read my book in me鈥?, the little room in the Rue Lepsius鈥? He says of his characters: 鈥楢ll bound by time in a dimension which is 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇浠锋牸 not reality as we would wish it to be 鈥?but is created by the needs of the work. For all drama creates bondage, and the actor is only significant to the degree that he is bound.鈥?But setting these reservations aside, how graceful and accurate a portrait of Alexandria he manages to convey; Alexandria and its women. There are sketches here of Leonie, Gaby, Delphine 鈥?the pale rose-coloured one, the gold, the bitumen. Some one can identify quite easily from his pages. Clea, who still lives in that 鏉窞鍝佽尪璧勬簮 high studio, a swallow鈥檚 nest made of cobwebs and old cloth 鈥?he has her unmistakably. But for the most part these Alexandrian girls are distinguished from women in other places only by a terrifying honesty and world-weariness. He is enough of a writer to have isolated these true qualities in the city of the Soma. One could not expect more from 鏉窞妗戞嬁閰掑簵 an intruder of gifts who almost by mistake pierced the hard banausic shell of Alexandria and discovered himself. As for Justine herself, there are few if indeed any references to Arnauti in the heavily armoured pages of her diary. Here and there I have traced the letter A, but usually in passages abounding with the purest introspection. Here is one where the identification might seem plausible: 鈥榃hat first attracted me in A was his room. There always seemed to me some sort of ferment going 鏉窞鐢蜂汉鏀炬澗鐨勫湴鏂?on there behind the heavy shutters. Books lay everywhere with their jackets turned inside out or covered in white drawing-paper 鈥?as if to hide their titles. A huge litter of newspapers with holes in them, as if a horde of mice had been feasting in them 鈥?A鈥檚 cuttings from 鈥渞eal life鈥?as he called it, the abstraction which he felt to be so remote from 鏉窞鍝佽尪缃?his own. He would sit down to his newspapers as if to a meal in a patched dressing-gown and velvet slippers, snipping away with a pair of blunt nail-scissors. He puzzled over 鈥渞eality鈥?in the world outside his work like a child; it was presumably a place where people could be happy, laugh, bear children.鈥?A few such sketches comprise the whole portrait of the author of Moeurs; it seems a meagre


and disappointing reward for so much painstaking and loving observation; nor can I trace one word about their separation after this brief and fruitless marriage But it was interesting to see from his book how he had made the same judgements upon her character as we were later to make, Nessim and I. The compliance she extorted from us all was the astonishing thing about her. It was as if men knew at once that they were in the presence of someone who could not be judged according to the standards they had hitherto employed in thinking about women. Clea once said of her (and her judgements were seldom if ever charitable): 鈥楾he true whore is man鈥檚 real darling 鈥?like Justine; she alone has the capacity to wound men. But of course our friend is only a shallow twentieth-century

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e custom,” the puzzled devotees 鏉窞娲楁荡涓績鎺ㄨ崘 solved that amazing hour), Mrs. Johnson did not appear, the village was forced to admit that something must be wrong.

Moreover, against its will the behaviour of young Mr. Johnson was gravely alarming Friendship.[Pg 138] Mr. Johnson was in real estate and insurance in the city, and this did not impress 鏉窞妗戞嬁姘寸(浼氭墍鍏ㄥ the village as a serious business. “Because, what does he sell!” as Abigail Arnold said. “We know he don’t own property. He rents the very house they live in. A doctor’s a doctor an’ he gives pills, an’ a store’s a store with the kind o’ thing you need. But it don’t 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇

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缁忓巻 seem like that man could make a real good livin’ for her, dealin’ vague in nothin’ that way.” His income, it was felt, was problematical, and the village had settled it that what the Oliver Wheeler Johnsons’ had was chiefly wedding presents “an’ high-falutin’ tastes.” But, in 鏉窞瀹跺涵寮忓吇鐢?the face of the evidence, every afternoon at three o’clock the young husband ordered a pha?ton from Jimmy Sturgis and came home from the city to take his wife to drive. Between shutters the village saw that little Mrs. Johnson’s face did look betrayingly pale, and the blue ostrich plume lay motionless 鏉窞spa浼戦棽鎸夋懇浼氭墍 on her bright hair.

“I guess Mis’ Johnson’s real run down,” her acquaintances said to one another uneasily. Still we did not go to see her. The weeks went by until, one morning, Calliope met the little new Friendship doctor on the street


and asked him about his 鏉窞瓒虫荡鎸夋懇涓婇棬鏈嶅姟 patient.

“I up an’ ask’ him flat out,” Calliope confessed afterward; “not that I really cared to be told, but I hated to know I was heathenish. You don’t like the feelin’. To know they ain’t heathens is all[Pg 139] that keeps some folks from bein’ ’em. Well, so I ask’ him. ‘Doctor Heron,’ s’I, ‘is that Mis’ Johnson real sick, or is she just sickish?’ He looks at me an’鈥?Looks pretty sick, don’t she?’ s’e. ‘Well,’ s’I, ‘I’ve seen folks look real rich that wa’n’t it by right-down pocketbook evidence.’ ‘Been to see her?’ s’e. ‘No,’ s’I, short. ‘Might drop in,’ s’e, an’ 鏉窞娲楁荡鐢ㄥ搧 walks off, lookin’ cordial. That little Doctor Heron is that close-mouthed I declare if I don’t respect him same as the minister an’ the pipe-organ an’ the skippin’ hills.”

So, as midsummer passed and found the little woman still ailing, I obeyed an idle impulse and went 鏉窞姘寸(鍏ㄥ one evening to see her. I recall that as soon as I had crossed her threshold the old influence came upon me, and I was minded to run from the place in sheer distaste of the overemphasis and the lifted, pointed chin and the fluttering importances of her presence. I was ashamed enough that this should be so, but so it was; and I held my ground to await her coming to the room only by a measure of will.

I sat with Mrs. Johnson for an hour that evening. And it would seem that, as is the habit of many, having taken my own way I was straightway possessed to draw others 鏉窞妗戞嬁瓒虫荡 after me. There are those who behave similarly and who set cunningly to work to gain their own ends, as, for example, I did.[Pg 140] For one night soon I devised a little feast, which I have always held to be a good doorway to any enterprise,

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, and turning her 鏉窞鏈€澶ф礂娴翠紤闂蹭細鎵€small distorted face this way and that. He cried angrily: 鈥淲hat is your name?鈥?And she 鏉窞瓒崇枟涓€鏉¤鍦ㄥ摢閲?blurted out 鈥淪emira 鈥?the virtuous Semira.鈥?He was so unnerved that he roared with laughter. 鈥楴ow this is an oddity. Semira is the daughter of a very old deaf father. The family was once rich and famous, under the Khedives, and is of Ottoman extraction. But it was plagued by misfortunes and the progressive insanity of the sons, and has so far today decayed as to be virtually forgotten. It is also poverty-stricken. The old half-mad father locked Semira away in this rambling house, keeping her veiled for the most part. Vaguely, in society, one had heard tales of her 鈥?of a daughter who had taken the veil and spent her life in prayer, who had never been outside the gates of the house, who was a mystic; or who was deaf, dumb and 鏉窞瑗挎箹鍖虹敺澹吇鐢焥pa bedridden. Vague tales, distorted as tales always are in Alexandria. But while the faint echo remained of the so-called 鏉窞娌瑰帇鎸夋懇搴?virtuous Semira 鈥?she was really completely unknown to us and her family forgotten. Now it seemed that at carnival-time her curiosity about the outer world overcame her and she gate-crashed


parties in a domino! 鈥楤ut I am forgetting Amaril. Their footsteps had brought down an old manservant with a candle. Amaril demanded to see the master of the house.鏉窞鏈夊悕姘旂殑瓒崇枟搴? He had already come to a decision. The old father lay asleep in an old-fashioned four-poster bed, in a room covered in bat-droppings, at the top of the house. Semira was by now practically insensible. But Amaril had come to a great decision. Taking the candle in one hand and the small Semira in the crook of his arm, he walked the whole way up to the top and kicked open the door of the father鈥檚 room. It must have been a strange and unfamiliar scene for the old man to witness as he sat up in bed 鈥?and Amaril describes it with all the touching flamboyance of the romantic, even moving himself in the recital so that he is in tears as he recalls it. He is touched


by the 鏉窞娌瑰帇鎸夋懇浼氭墍 magnificence of his own fancy, I think; I must say, loving him as much as I do, I felt tears coming into my own eyes as he told me how he put down the candle beside the bed, and kneeling down with Semira, said 鈥淚 鏉窞妗戞嬁娲楁荡浼氭墍 wish to marry your daughter and take her back into the world.鈥?The terror and incomprehension of the old man at this unexpected visit took some time to wear off, and for a while it was hard 鏉窞spa淇℃伅 to make him understand. Then he began to tremble and wonder at this handsome apparition kneeling beside his bed holding up his noseless daughter with his arm and proposing the impossible with so much pride and passion. 鈥?鈥淏ut鈥?the old man protested 鈥渘o-one will take her, for she has no nose.鈥?He got out of bed in a stained nightshirt and walked right round Amaril, who remained kneeling, studying him as one might an entomological specimen. (I am quoting.) Then he touched him with his bare foot 鈥?as if to see whether he was made of flesh and blood 鈥?and repeated: 鈥淲ho are you to take a woman without a nose?鈥?Amaril replied: 鈥淚 am a doctor from Europe and I will give her a new