DO it, with all your strength.'"
The Doctor was thoroughly Tory, and he slid away to his favourite
doctrine.
"Our ancestors, madam, were not such fools as we often take them to be.
They consulted the sortes or lots, and at the last election--we have a
potwalloping constituency here--three parts of the voters would have
done better if they had trusted to the toss-up of a penny instead of
their reason."
Mrs. Fairfax leaned back in her chair. Dr. Midleton noticed her
wedding-ring, and also a handsome sapphire ring. She spoke rather
slowly and meditatively.
"Life is so complicated; so few of the consequences of many actions of
the greatest moment can be foreseen, that the belief in the lot is not
unnatural."
"You have some books, I see--Sir Thomas Browne." He took down the
volume.
"Leighton! Leighton! how odd! Was it Richard Leighton?"
"Yes."
"Really; and you knew him?"
"He was a friend of my brother."
"Do you know what has become of him? He was at Cambridge with me, but
was younger."
"I have not seen him for some time.
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