Penny Dreadfuls, 1899 · page 52 of 175
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Out of the Past. AQ To another I might not say these things. To you, I say— _ you have within you powers which belong to the race and not to yourself, powers which should come to fruitage, not in you nor yet in your son, but a hundred years from now in one whom your country will need, in whom your dreamy ideals will be great realities. This you cannot evade.” Robert looked the priest in the eyes with a mist gath- ering before his own, while the blood pounded in his temples. They stood thus, the wedge driven home, until Robert turned aside and Benedict said: “I have distressed you. But you will forget and you will make your decision upon other grounds. My words will not come between you and the woman you love. You will forget them. But let this clear away now some vital misconceptions.’ Robert found further talk impossible. He silently took his leave and slowly left the tower of his dreams. At first this conversation was much in his thoughts, but it gradually faded into the background, and at last disappeared over his horizon, which was constantly changing with the swift passage of events. Spring was bursting the buds of the sunny, sheltered garden at Mme. Blanc’s when Robert begged for an CONMMICOOOKS.: