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Portrait of Anthony Hope Anthony Hope The Secret of the Tower — Chapter 8

Alec Naylor grew impatient. “That’s the very spirit we have to fight against!” he exclaimed, rather hotly.
“Forgive me, but, please, don’t raise your voice.”
Alec lowered his voice, for a moment anyhow, but the central article of his creed was assailed, and he grew vehement. “It’s fatal; it’s at the root of all our troubles. Allow for failures in individuals, and you produce failure all round. It’s tenderness to defaulters that wrecks discipline.
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Portrait of Anthony Hope Anthony Hope The Secret of the Tower — Chapter 8

Alec Naylor got up from the big chair, but it was not to take his departure.
“I want to see him, Beaumaroy,” he said brusquely and rather authoritatively.
Beaumaroy raised his brows. “I won’t take you to his room, or let you go there if I can help it. But if he comes down, well, you can stay and see him. It may get me into a scrape, but that doesn’t matter much.”
“My point of view is——”
“My dear fellow, I know your point of view perfectly. It is that you are personally responsible for the universe, apparently just because you wear a uniform.”
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Portrait of Anthony Hope Anthony Hope The Secret of the Tower — Chapter 8

If he got into difficulties through heedlessness, at least he made a good shot at getting out of them again by his dexterity. Only, of course, suspicion remains suspicion, even though it be, for the moment, baffled. And it could not be denied that suspicions were piling up—Captain Alec, Irechester, even, on one little point, Doctor Mary! And possibly those two fellows outside—one of them short and stumpy—had their suspicions too, though these might be directed to another point. He gave one of his little shrugs as he followed the silent Captain to the garden gate.
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