The Price He Paid — page 19: what you’re looking at

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10 A DARK SPOT. veranda, striving to conquer his emotion. After a while he came back to George, who was standing silent and full of thought. “T have not touched on this subject for years,” he began again; “but I owed it to you to speak frankly. You are no blind, ductile instrument, such as Raven requires, such as alone he suffers about him; and I fear an hour may come when you will find yourself compelled to refuse him obedience, if you wish to remain true to your principles, and to quit yourself as an honorable man. What your after-fate may be beyond that turning-point is in- deed another question. Stand fast, George! Through all the dislike and antagonism you nurture in your heart’toward him, there runs a subtle, secret vein of admiration for this man, and I can under- _ stand it but too well. He has ever exercised a really magic influence over all who have come into con- tact with him. You yourself cannot altogether escape it, and for this reason I have thought it necessary to enlighten you on the subject of Baron “ie Raven. You know now what manner of man e 1S.” “T thought so, I declare! There they are again in the thick of their politics, or immersed in some other interminable debate,” said a voice behind them. “I have been hunting for you all over the house, George. Good-morning, father.” The speaker, who now stepped into the veranda, was, apparently, George’s junior by some years, but taller and of stronger build than his friend—a fresh-looking, vigorous young man, with a frank open face, clear eyes, and a plentiful crop of curly light hair. Hecast one scrutinizing glance at his father’s face, still crimsoned by agitation, and then went on: | “You should not excite yourself so much with your discussions, father. You know how injurious it is to you; moreover, you have been hard at work already this morning, I see.” So saying, he walked up toa table covered with books and papers, which stood at a little distance, and began turning over some written pages. Gomicboo cS (E(0)