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Portrait of Gilbert Keith Chesterton Gilbert Keith Chesterton The Ball and the Cross — XVIII: A Riddle of Faces (1909)

Turnbull's tawny eyebrows were pulled together with a peculiar frown of curiosity, and all at once he walked quickly across the lawn. MacIan sat rigid, but peered after him with open and parched lips. He saw the sight which either proved him sane or proved the whole universe half-witted; he saw the man of flesh approach that beautiful phantom, saw their gestures of recognition, and saw them against the sunset joining hands.
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Portrait of Gilbert Keith Chesterton Gilbert Keith Chesterton The Ball and the Cross — XVIII: A Riddle of Faces (1909)

The pure lemon of the sky faded into purer white as the great sunset silently collapsed. The birds settled back into the trees; the moon began to glow with its own light. Mr. James Turnbull continued his botanical researches into the structure of the rhododendron. But the lady did not move an inch until Evan had flung up his face again; and when he did he saw by the last gleam of sunlight that it was not only his face that was wet.
Mr. James Turnbull had all his life professed a profound interest in physical science, and the phenomena of a good garden were really a pleasure to him
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Portrait of Gilbert Keith Chesterton Gilbert Keith Chesterton The Ball and the Cross — XVIII: A Riddle of Faces (1909)

When you were fool enough to agree to fight MacIan, after all, everybody was ready to believe that the Bank of England might paint itself pink with white spots."
"I don't understand," answered Turnbull. "Why should you be surprised at my fighting? I hope I have always fought."
"Well," said Cumberland Vane, airily, "you didn't believe in religion, you see--so we thought you were safe at any rate. You went further in your language than most of us wanted to go; no good in just hurting one's mother's feelings, I think.
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