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Portrait of Arthur Machen Arthur Machen The Secret Glory — I.—i.

A heavy cloud passed swiftly away before the wind that came with the night, and far in a clear sky the evening star shone with pure brightness, a gleaming world set high above the dark earth and the black shadows in the lane. In the ending of October a great storm had blown from the west, and it was through the bare boughs of a twisted oak that Ambrose Meyrick saw the silver light of the star.
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Portrait of Arthur Machen Arthur Machen The Secret Glory — I.—i.

His uncle had said a few years before: "Lupton will make a man of you," and Lupton was doing its best. The face of the miserable wretch whitened and grew wet; there was a choking sensation in his throat, and he felt very cold, Nelly Foran, the maid, still looked at him with strange, eager eyes, then whispered suddenly:
"You must go directly, Master Meyrick, Master heard the bell, I know; but I'll make it up to you."
Ambrose understood nothing except the approach of doom. He drew a long breath and knocked at the study door, and entered on his uncle's command.
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Portrait of Arthur Machen Arthur Machen The Secret Glory — I.—i.

Horbury kept these gems for future and public use. For the moment he had more exciting work on hand. He burst out suddenly:
"The fact is, Ambrose Meyrick, you're a miserable little humbug! You haven't the honesty to say, fair and square, that you funked rocker and went loafing about the country, looking for any mischief you could lay your hands on. Instead of that you make up this cock-and-bull story of Selden Abbey and Norman arches—as if any boy in his senses ever knew or cared twopence about such things!
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