Henry C. Rowland

Henry C. Rowland

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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland Silverside — Part 1 (1912)

What are you? What is anything ... after what I have wrought and suffered? Fairfax is dead ... by these two hands, and for days my greatest dread was lest his malady might cheat me of what was mine. But God was good to me, and he has gone to hell, his gold hung round his neck to sink him to the uttermost depths. Therese does not need his money; Berdou can provide for her when I am gone.”
He fell forward across the table, burying his forehead in his arm.
I waited in silence. Presently Silverside roused himself.
“It was not my intention to defraud Von Bulow,” said he.
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland Silverside — Part 1 (1912)

It was hot, and two or three stokers who had just come up from the fire-room were standing by the rail, the bosoms of their flannel shirts open to the draught from the port bow. As Captain Fairfax started to make some remark, one of them turned and shot an upward glance over his shoulder. I happened to be looking at the man, wondering how one of his meagre frame could support the physical strain of stoking, when I heard a gasping gurgle beside me. I turned to see Fairfax shove himself back at arm's length from the rail.
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland Silverside — Part 1 (1912)

The picture of my father's skull bleaching on the end of a stake made me quite eager to get out there and at work, though I can't say that the sentiment was one which the society might have approved. To tell the truth, I had often thought, and think still, that the offspring of exceedingly good people is more apt to inherit the harsh passions which skipped a generation in the parents than to fall heir to their unusual virtues.
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