One of Our Conquerers by George MeredithOne of Our Conquerers by George Meredith

One of Our Conquerers

byGeorge Meredith

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1898 Excerpt: ... The words of her mother: "At peace when the night is over," rang. Along the gassy passages of the back of the theatre, the sound coming from an applausive audience was as much a thunder as rage would have been. It was as void of human meaning as a sea. CHAPTER XLII THE LAST In the still dark hour of that April morning, the Rev. Septimus Barmby was roused by Mr. Peridon, with a scribbled message from Victor, which he deciphered by candlelight held close to the sheet of paper, between short inquiries and communications, losing more and more the sense of it as his intelligence became aware of what dread blow had befallen the stricken man. He was bidden come to fulfil his promise instantly. He remembered the bearing of the promise. Mr. Peridon's hurried explanatory narrative made the request terrific, out of tragically lamentable. A semblance of obedience had to be put on, and the act of dressing aided it. Mr. Barmby prayed at heart for guidance further. The two gentlemen drove Westward, speaking little; they had the dry sob in the throat. "Miss Radnor?" Mr. Barmby asked. "She is shattered; she holds up; she would not break down." "I can conceive her to possess high courage." "She has her friend Mademoiselle de Settles." Mr. Barmby remained humbly silent. Affectionate deep regrets moved him to say: "A loss irreparable. We have but one voice of sorrow. And how sudden! The dear lady had no suffering, I trust." "She fell into the arms of Mr. Durance. She died in his arms. She was unconscious, he says. I left her straining for breath. She said 'Victor;' she tried to smile:--I understood I was not to alarm him." "And he too late!" "He was too late, by some minutes." "At least I may comfort. Miss Radnor must be a blessing to him." "They cannot meet. Her presence exci...
Title:One of Our ConquerersFormat:PaperbackDimensions:160 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.34 inPublished:February 8, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217524400

ISBN - 13:9780217524407