She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the
muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft
minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all
these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. He wore a French military
undress of the period, with high jack-boots, and a laced hat; and, though his
attire indicated no particular rank, he had completely the air of a person of
distinction. When things are at the worst, they'll
mend. Jonathan, however, was well
acquainted with the road. In passing, why do we fear death? For our sins? Rather, isn't it the tremendous
inherent human curiosity to know what is going to happen to-morrow that causes
us to wince at the thought of annihilation? A subconscious resentment against
the idea of entering darkness while our neighbour will proceed with his petty
affairs as usual?
"It's nip and tuck," said the doctor; "but we'll pull him through. If I am to die in the attempt, then so be it. . ”
“Are you afraid?”
“Only for you! Most of my income will vanish. But you must allow me to observe, my good
Sir, that you're wholly in the wrong respecting my friend. ‘Léonore, then?’ She shook her
head animatedly, enjoying his attention.
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