The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 174: what you’re looking at

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Written in Water. 167 The latter again cast a jealous look at his servant. Was this man, who knew nothing of science, art or litera- ture, his superior? A great soul had Gerald, but it was annoyed by having been cast in such a puny body, while this great hulk held only a common soul that knew noth- ing beyond the confines of the farm and the road to the station. Gerald sank back in his chair and allowed the man to go upon his errand alone, and all during the time the latter was on his way to and from the little station, two miles away, Leslie remained where he had seated him- self, indulging in a reverie. “Is he greater than I?’’- he asked himself. “Pshaw! Why should I think of it. Is not the brain the ruler of the body? And he has no brain. Shall I, wealthy and educated, become jealous of a common farmer who hap- pens to have muscle and health?” The reader must not infer from this that Gerald was of an envious disposition. Among his equals he was ever genial and ready to applaud or help, and with his inferiors he was the most courteous of men. But of late he had become envious of this faithful John Brent’s superior health. It was not a little hate, nor the jealousy of a small soul. It was rather the chafing of a strong spirit in a frail body, because a less learned soul possessed one capable of more endurance. He loved John. ‘“Good-evening, Mr. Leslie.” The voice startled him from his reverie. The early winter evening was approaching and the library was CORnNIE OOOKS (CO)