Theodore Winthrop

Name: John Brent — Chapter XII. A Ghoul at the Feast
Author: Theodore Winthrop

John Brent — Chapter XII. A Ghoul at the Feast

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“John Brent — Chapter XII. A Ghoul at the Feast”, is a work by Theodore Winthrop. It explores elements such as Clitheroe, Sizzum and stander.

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Theodore Winthrop, John Brent — Chapter XII. A Ghoul at the Feast

“ Miss Clitheroe at once grew cold and stern. Nothing could be more distant than her manner toward the saint. She treated him as a high-bred woman can treat a scrub, — sounding with every gesture, and measuring with every word, the ineffaceable gulf between them. Yet she was thoroughly civil as hostess. She even seemed to fight against herself to be friendly. But it was clear to a by-stander that she loathed the apostle. That she was not charmed with his society, even his coarse nature could not fail to discover. ”

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Theodore Winthrop, John Brent — Chapter XII. A Ghoul at the Feast

“ Clitheroe was like a lamb whom the shepherd intends first to shear close, then to worry to death with curs, and at last to cut up into keebaubs.
Brent and I kept aloof as much as we might. We should only have insulted the chosen vessel, and so injured our friends. Indeed, our presence seemed little welcome to Sizzum. He of course knew that the Gentiles saw through him, and despised him frankly. There is nothing more uneasy than a scrub hard at work to please a woman, while by-standers whom he feels to be his betters observe without interference. ”

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Theodore Winthrop, John Brent — Chapter XII. A Ghoul at the Feast

“ To tell you the truth, our brethren in the camp are worthy people; we sympathize deeply in the faith; but they are not altogether in manners or education quite such as we have been sometimes accustomed to. It is one of the infamous wrongs of our English system of caste that it separates brother men, manners, language, thought, and life. We have as yet been able to have little except religious communion with our fellow-travellers toward the Promised Land, — except, of course, with Brother Sizzum, who is, as you see, quite a man of society, as well as an elect apostle of a great cause. ”

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Theodore Winthrop, John Brent — Chapter XII. A Ghoul at the Feast

“ Clitheroe’s wagon.
“See,” said I; “there are those two gamblers again. I don’t like such foul vultures hanging about that friendless dove. They look villains enough for any outrage.”
“But they are powerless here.”
“In the presence of a steadier villany they tire. That foul Sizzum is quite sure of his prey. John Brent, what can be done? I do not know which I feel most bitterly for, the weary, deluded old gentleman, doubting his error, or that noble girl. Poor, friendless souls!” ”

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Theodore Winthrop, John Brent — Chapter XII. A Ghoul at the Feast

“ Sidney’s thought is always good. You and I can never die in a better cause than this. And now, Dick, do not let us perplex ourselves with baseless talk and plans. We will see them again to-night, when Sizzum is not by. It cannot be that she is in sympathy with these wretches.”
“No; that horrible ogre, Sizzum, is evidently disgusting to her; but here he has her in his den. It is stronger than any four walls in the world, — all this waste of desert.” ”

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Theodore Winthrop, John Brent — Chapter XII. A Ghoul at the Feast

“ I have made daily bread for myself and my daughter with pick, shovel, and barrow, in a dark coal-mine, in the same county where I was once the head of the ancient gentry, and where I saw the noblest in the land proud to break my bread and drink my wine. ”

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Theodore Winthrop, John Brent — Chapter XII. A Ghoul at the Feast

“ But love here was next to despair. That consciousness quickened the passion. A man must put his whole being into the cause, or the cause was hopeless, — must act intensely, as only a lover acts, or not at all. ”

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Theodore Winthrop, John Brent — Chapter XII. A Ghoul at the Feast

“ Who would not be an animal and a horse, unless perchance an omnibus horse sprawling on the Russ pavement, or a family horse before a carryall, or in fact any horse in slavish position, as most horses are. ”

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